Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“These are sautéed zucchini and squash, my Lord. Real popular with shifters. And in that skillet, resting, is a 20-ounce ribeye.” Henry stood with his hands clasped loosely in front of him while Wick inspected the food his mate was about to consume. He knew the sweet vampire wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially his Beloved, but Wick played it off like he was simply interested. Hell, he was. The smells were different and stimulating but it didn’t make him want to put any in his mouth. Wick pulled up a chair and got comfortable. He was going to immensely enjoy this.
Justice clapped his hands and rubbed them together eagerly. “I’m all clean and ready to enjoy, Henry.”
Justice went to retrieve a plate, but Henry quickly took it from him and motioned for Justice to sit at the table with Wick.
“You don’t have to serve me, Henry. I’m more than capable of fixing my own plate.”
“Do you fix your own plate when you are home?” Henry raised one dark brow.
“No, but that’s only because a person chooses to bring me food… I don’t require it.”
Henry didn’t argue, he simply placed a heaping plate of food in front of him with a chilled glass of water. “I asked the butcher for porterhouse but they were out. He said if you love that cut then you’d love this one as well. Was that right? Oh no, I hope that was corr—”
“Henry please.” Justice cut off the vampire’s nervous chatter. “Everything looks perfect. And yes, I do love ribeye, too. I love most meat, period, so feel free to explore away on the youtubs.” Justice winked teasingly, making Henry’s pale skin flush a very delicate pink. “I’ll be happy to volunteer as your official taste-tester.”
Henry moved back into the kitchen, wiping down the already gleaming surfaces.
“You’ve just made his millennium.” Wick laughed, watching in awe at Justice while he hoovered the steaming food. He actually had to suck in air to cool his mouth when he shoved a large heaping of scorching vegetables inside. It was absolutely captivating and entertaining. He’d never just sat and watched someone eat. Justice appeared to be racing, but no one else was eating.
“You guys don’t eat any solid foods at all? Can you and you just don’t like it, or what?” Justice asked, momentarily coming up for air.
“No. It’s not necessary,” Wick answered. “It provides zero sustenance.”
“So why do you even have kitchens in your homes?”
“They come standard,” Wick said, laughing along with Henry. It must’ve been a typical vampire joke because it really cracked them up.
“With solid foods, the taste is not the same. Or so I’ve heard from other once-human vampires. Born ones never know what they’re missing,” Wick informed him. It seemed Justice knew the minimum facts about his species only. “You’d probably describe that steak as having robust flavoring and a tender texture. For me it would be bland and tough like rubber. Our fangs aren’t used for ripping flesh.” Wick gave Justice his own ravenous look, dropping his voice several octaves. “My fangs are for piercing your body.”
Justice wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin Henry placed next to his water goblet. He stared back at Wick, his intoxicating scent of arousal overtaking the smell of seared beef in the room. “Don’t start something you’re not ready for me to finish on top of this fuckin’ table.”
“Oh, bad dog,” Wick whispered in their link, smirking after, showcasing a bit of cockiness.
His Beloved bounded from his seat and was picking him up in his arms to punish him for that slick comment before Wick could dart away. Henry seemed to magically disappear.
“You and your ass will pay dearly for that one.” Justice refused to let Wick weasel out of his grip no matter how hard he tried through his fits of laughter.
The chuckling died down quickly when Wick felt Justice’s stiff erection stabbing against his thigh. His own dick was leaking profusely in his old university jeans. Through the haze of passion Wick understood Justice was trying to eat and recharge his battery but he was greedy and impatient. He hadn’t touched Justice in roughly fifteen minutes. With his head thrown back, Justice sucked mercilessly on his throat while Wick bucked against the hold. He got high off Justice’s virility.
“I can’t resist you, mate,” Justice growled, lifting him until he wrapped his legs around Justice’s waist.
Wick rode the thrill of being in his mate’s arms for a few seconds longer, but he had to put a temporary end to it because Wick could hear his escort approaching, along with Captain Erman. “We have to stop.”
“I know.” Justice released Wick’s neck, kissing him thoroughly once more before the front door to the cabin opened.
Justice sat back down to finish the last few bites of his food. Ramon stood at the entrance to the kitchen. His dark eyes met Wick’s respectfully before moving over to Justice. “Alpha, por favor, excuse the intrusion.”