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Liquid Crimson

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©Copyright Carol Lynne 2010

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Neo’s Realm

LIQUID CRIMSON

Carol Lynne

Dedication

The first vampire story I fell in love with was My Vampire and I by JP Bowie. It was the original print version, a copy JP sent me as a sort of thank you gift. I fell in love with vampires and, most especially, JP after reading it. I emailed him and gushed about the story, begged him to please consider submitting it to Total-E-Bound and gained one of the best friends a girl could ask for. This one’s for you, JP. Thanks for the inspiration.

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Chapter One

With Paganini playing in the background, Neo Manos sat in his study in front of the large window, looking out over the vines he loved. After nine hundred years, the grapes had become his lover, the wine his offspring.

“It’s almost time,” he whispered to the rows of fattening grapes. Harvest was a rebirth of sorts, the plump juicy fruit he and his workers had spent an entire year preparing for would be picked, washed and sorted before the pressing. Neo hummed to the music, taking its energy and using it to replenish his soul.

He took a sip of his special wine, and immersed himself in the music, his eyelids becoming heavy.

Images flashed before his eyes—chains, blood, so much blood, him on a table, iron stakes driven through his body to hold him down.

Neo woke himself with a scream, sweat pouring from his face and chest. The door flew open and his long-time butler, Joseph, stepped into the room.

“Are you okay, Your Highness?”

Wiping his brow with the sleeve of his shirt, Neo didn’t bother to turn around. “I’ve told you for over six-hundred years not to call me that,” he growled.

“You are what you are. You will have to kill me before I stop treating you with the respect of your position.”

Neo waved his hand. “Leave me.”

He heard the door shut as he reached for his glass of wine. How many centuries would have to pass before the nightmares stopped?

* * * *

Nights spent in the vineyard meant everything to Neo. Outside, walking amongst the rows of grapes he’d helped plant, was his religion, his church, his sanctuary. His vineyard, Le Uve del Regno, or Grapes of the Realm, was his everything.

The mourning howls of several of his employees filled the brisk night air. Neo looked up at the full moon and smiled. He knew his hand-selected men were hunting in the hills. There were times, like tonight, when Neo longed to join them. What would it be like to be part of a pack? To feel the pull of companionship?

He glanced across the rows of vines to the werecats working with only the moonlight to aid their harvest. Cats truly made the best workers in his opinion. All they asked of Neo were days to lounge in the sun in their cat form, and they were more than happy to work the entire night in human form, harvesting and tending to his grapes.

The wolves were needed but not for production. Their bigger hands tended to crush more than they harvested. No, Neo needed the wolves for protection, and they were a fiercely loyal pack.

A movement at the end of the row caught his attention. Neo started to call out for his guards but stopped when a cloud moved, uncovering the full moon, casting the man in a glow of light.

Spiro. How long had it been since he’d seen his brother?

Spiro stepped closer. Once again, Neo was reminded of how different they were. Where Neo was dark, Spiro was pure light, with shoulder-length white hair and pale-gray eyes.

“Brother,” Spiro greeted.

“What are you doing here?” Neo asked, wiping his hands on his pants. Even after all the years they’d been apart, Spiro’s presence still made Neo uncomfortable. It wasn’t a lack of love for his sibling. After all, they had shared the same mother, but Spiro made Neo want for things that simply weren’t possible since he’d been changed.

Spiro stopped. His expression took on a hurt quality. “I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you, but you know why it must be this way.” His emotions threatened to get the better of him. He and Spiro had once been inseparable, but things had changed, Neo had changed. He held his hand up to stop Spiro from coming closer.

Spiro did as commanded. “It’s time, Neo.”

Neo stilled. “It’s the same answer I gave you and the gods a hundred years ago. No.”

Spiro sighed. “The world needs you, brother. I have done all that I can for the past eight hundred years, but times are changing, and I can’t lead into this new century. I’m not strong enough.”

Neo snorted. His brother had been a fantastic leader to the entire non-human species they referred to as the Blessed Creatures. He looked to the fertile soil beneath his boots. He had to admit the world was indeed changing. Spiro was a kind ruler, probably too kind for the weres, fae and vampires. They had begun to take advantage of Spiro’s gentle soul. “What kind of leader would I be? I can’t even go outside during the daylight hours. LaMont made sure of that.”

“LaMont’s dead,” Spiro reminded him. “Killed by your own hands over six hundred years ago. You need to get past it.”

“Easy for you to say, brother. You’re not the one he tortured and turned into a monster.”

Spiro shook his head. “Maybe you were right. You’re not ready to lead. For how can you lead a race you’re ashamed to be part of?”

Neo returned his attention to the grapes at his side. “Are you finished?”

“No. I have a favour to ask of you.”

“If it has anything to do with me leaving my home, the answer is no.”

“I have a son,” Spiro said. “It’s becoming too dangerous for him in the Realm. I wondered if you would look after him for me.”

Surprised, Neo whirled around and chuckled. “A son? Since when have you gone for the fairer sex?”

“Michael is the son of my heart not of my body. I’ve raised him for the past twenty-five years. A blink of an eye in our lifespan, but he is no less dear to me.”

Suspicion wormed its way into Neo’s mind. “He’s human.”

“No, but he has no fight in him.” Spiro took a step closer. “He cannot protect himself. I’m begging you to do it for me.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll drain the boy like I’d drain you if you came any closer?” Although it was a flip remark, it was no less painful.

“Hmm, that was a concern of mine. Measures have been taken to ensure that will not happen.”

“How?”

“His blood will kill you if you try to take it against his will.”

Neo laughed. “And that’s supposed to be an incentive? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve tried to kill myself? The monster I’ve become will not let me. I walk into the sun and burn. The pain is so excruciating I scream for days, yet it will not kill me.” Neo continued to laugh. “I welcome death.”

“Not Michael’s. For if you were to die, so would he.”

This new bit of information surprised Neo. He knew of only one way his death would cause the death of another. He narrowed his eyes and stalked towards his sibling. Spiro had the wherewithal to step back.

“I do not need a mate!”

Spiro squared his shoulders and looked Neo in the eye. “Too bad. The gods have given you one anyway, and today, on his twenty-fifth birthday, Michael is being presented to you.”

Neo growled, swatting at a large bundle of his precious grapes. He knew it was pointless to go against the gods in this particular area. Rarely did his forefathers interfere in matters of the heart, but when they did, it could not be undone. A mate. Someone who expected him to open his heart, to share memories of a past he’d rather forget. “Where is he?”

“Joseph is getting him settled in.”

Neo began to pace up and down the aisle. “Does he know what I am?”

“Michael knows we share a common mother in Triana. He also knows you are the son of Zeus and a vampire, yes, but he doesn’t know the kind of man you can be when challenged.”

Neo detected sadness in his brother’s eyes. He didn’t blame his brother for feeling that way. He wouldn’t wish a life mated to someone like him on his worst enemy, but it was easy to see how much Spiro loved the boy he’d raised.

“He is a good boy. Far too much like myself in his temperament. I’m afraid I’m to blame for that. I’ve been unable to bring myself to be harsh with him.” Spiro looked pleadingly at Neo. “Please be kind to him.”

Neo couldn’t remember a time when he wanted to hug his brother more, but the blood in Spiro’s veins called to him like no other. “I’ll try,” he promised. Yes, he would try. If not for himself then for the brother he’d been forced to leave.

“I thought I’d send a few of Michael’s personal guards. One in particular, Daniel, is quite close to Michael. I believe him to be Michael’s only confidant besides myself.”

“Are they lovers?” Neo asked. Jealousy raged through his body though he had yet to meet his mate.

“No, though Michael had one in the past. I allowed it because I knew Michael could love no man other than you.”

“Never allow that man to get close to Michael or me again. Do I make myself clear?” Neo warned.

“Yes. I don’t think you need to worry about Marcel. The affair only lasted a few months before he was off to conquer another young lover.”

Neo nodded. “Go say your goodbyes. I won’t need your guards, including this Daniel fellow. I’ll be in as soon as I inform my guards we have a new guest.” He watched Spiro vanish before his eyes. It was a night of surprises, and Neo needed time to come to terms with his new houseguest.

* * * *

“Why do you have to leave?” Michael asked his father.

Spiro walked over to the bed and sat beside Michael. “We’ve talked about this day for several years. We both knew it would come.”

“But it’s my birthday,” Michael grumbled.

Spiro tapped the tip of Michael’s nose. “Which is why I gave you the big party earlier.”

Michael swatted away his father’s playful action. Although he still didn’t know who his real father was, he’d never questioned the gods’ choice of Spiro to raise him. Michael couldn’t imagine anyone else loving him as much as Spiro did. “I’m twenty-five. Why do you insist on treating me like a child?”

The corners of Spiro’s mouth tipped up. “I guess I miss the boy who used to sit on my lap and hide beneath my robes.”

Michael chuckled. “That was a long time ago.”

“The blink of an eye to me.” Spiro’s light-grey eyes grew misty.

Michael fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. “What’s he like?”

“Neo?”

“Yes.” He’d heard so much about the man he’d be staying with, both good and bad. As excited as he was to finally meet the great Neo Manos, he was apprehensive. The only vampire he’d been around was Daniel. Being afraid of Daniel had never occurred to him, but the simple mention of Neo’s name in the Realm and grown men shuddered with fear. What was it about Neo that evoked such a reaction in others?

“He’s tall, almost a foot taller than you, with raven black hair that falls like a silk blanket down to his shoulders. Although his face is nearly a duplicate of mine, his body is much stronger—”

“No, Father, I mean, what’s he like?” He’d asked the question many times over the years and had never been given an answer. His father usually preferred to change the subject. Now however, it appeared his father might actually tell him.

“When we were younger, Neo was full of life,” Spiro said, falling back on the bed beside Michael.

Michael propped his head up on his hand to listen. He’d never seen such a peaceful expression on the older man’s face. “We were inseparable for the first two millennia or so until…” Spiro’s expression changed. “He was captured by an enemy of our father. Francois LaMont hated Zeus and took it out on Neo. For almost four hundred years, LaMont tortured my brother before we were able to find and rescue him.”

Spiro reached out and ran his fingers through Michael’s blond curls. “The best parts of Neo died in that dungeon. Francois turned Neo, something forbidden in vampiric society without the permission of King Kildare. Neo’s never come to terms with who he now is. He’s given up on happiness, preferring to spend his time in Italy among his grapes over the opulent life in the Realm.”

“Is that why he refuses to lead the Blessed Creatures?” Michael hadn’t even met Neo, but his heart broke for the man. Four hundred years of torture would change anyone, even if they were the son of a god.

“Yes. He doesn’t like to be reminded of what he is. He can’t lead without acknowledging the fact that even though he is the son of Zeus, he’s also a vampire.”

Michael felt a tear run down his cheek and quickly wiped it away. What a horrible life Neo had been handed. Michael vowed to do everything in his power to bring Neo even an ounce of happiness. “I’m ready to meet him,” he whispered.

Spiro cupped Michael’s cheek. “Yes, you are.” He leaned in and placed a kiss to Michael’s forehead. “He won’t talk about his past, so don’t ask. It’ll only put you on his bad side.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “I’m not a complete nitwit, Father. I had a wonderful teacher in the ways of compassion.”

Spiro stood and held out a hand. Michael gladly took it and gave his father a hug. “When will I see you again?” Michael asked.

“When you need me, I’ll be there.”

Michael nodded and watched his father disappear before his eyes.

Walking into his adjoining bathroom, Michael studied himself in the mirror. His pale blond curls looked a bit wild after his long trip. Michael went to one of his bags and retrieved the strip of leather he used for times such as this. He tied his hair back at the nape, before surveying himself once again. “It’ll have to do,” he said to his reflection.

Michael quickly changed his shirt before opening the bedroom door and stepping out into the hall. He made his way down the grand wood and iron staircase. “Hello?” he called, wandering towards the main part of the house.

Joseph appeared with a bow. “May I help you find something, sir?”

“Uh, yeah, I was hoping to meet Neo? Is he around?”

Joseph grinned and gestured towards a closed door. “He’s in the study. Knock before you enter.”

“Thanks.” Michael took a deep breath and knocked on the ornately carved mahogany door.

“Come in,” a deep voice commanded.

Michael slowly opened the door and stepped inside. The room appeared empty until he spotted the large wingback chair in front of the window. A head of shiny black hair could be seen over the back. “Sir?”

“Do you like wine, Michael?” Neo asked.

Michael had no idea Neo’s voice would be so low. Spiro’s voice was as soft as a dove’s breast. “Um, yes, sir, I do,” he answered, rubbing the goose bumps on his arm. If Neo’s voice had the power to excite him, what would a touch do to him?

An olive-toned hand gestured to another chair. “Join me.”

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Michael moved to the chair. The first thing he noticed was the view outside the window. Rows and rows of grapevines were accented by landscaping lights. The result was mesmerising. “It’s breathtaking.”

“Yes, it is.”

Something in Neo’s voice caught Michael’s attention. He looked at the man for the first time. Neo stared right at him with eyes so dark they appeared to be made of onyx. The artist in Michael yearned to reach out and trace Neo’s perfect facial features. Had he ever seen a man more worthy of a statue carved in marble?

“My father told me you’ve been making wine for many years,” Michael said, scrabbling around for a safe topic of conversation.

“Five hundred and ninety-seven to be precise,” Neo chuckled. “There should be an extra wine glass on the shelf over the desk. Please bring it to me.”

Michael did as asked, handing the glass to Neo. When the large man’s fingers brushed his, Michael gasped and pulled his hand back. “What was that?”

Neo said nothing for several moments as he poured the wine. When he held it out, Michael hesitated.

“I won’t bite,” Neo said. “What you felt is your body’s reaction to mine, nothing more.”

Michael took his wine, making sure to not touch Neo’s fingers and sat in the offered chair. How could Neo call what he felt nothing? It had been everything, even if just for a second. He took a gulp of the dark liquid, shaken. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

Neo looked at Michael, one black brow rising as the corners of his mouth lifted. “That’s because you’ve never met me before.”

Michael almost choked on his wine. He couldn’t tell if Neo was joking or not. Did everyone have the same reaction to Neo’s touch? For some reason, the idea didn’t sit well with Michael. He glanced back and caught Neo staring at him, into him. Would he ever be able to read Neo? When Neo turned his head to once again look out the window, Michael tried to think of something else to say. “It’s my birthday.”

Neo’s gaze swung back to Michael. “Yes, Spiro told me. It’s the reason I invited you in for a glass of wine.”

Sitting back in his chair, Michael tried to concentrate on the drink in his hand. Either Neo didn’t like him or he wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Michael decided he’d be better off just keeping his mouth shut.

When his glass was empty, he stood. “Thank you for the wine.”

“You’re quite welcome. I hope you’ll come to appreciate the extraordinary wines we produce at Le Uve del Regno.”

“Yes, sir, I’m sure I will. I’ll, uh, take the glass to the kitchen on my way to bed.” Michael started towards the door when Neo stopped him.

“Please call me Neo. So few do.”

“Okay, Neo. Thanks again.”

“My bedroom adjoins yours. Because I sleep during the day, if you desire my company, you’ll need to get accustomed to my hours.”

Michael stood in the centre of the room, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean. Was Neo asking him to stay up through the night and sleep during the day, or was he offering Michael a place in his bed?

Though it probably should have frightened him, the thought of sleeping with the gorgeous man sent shivers down Michael’s spine that travelled around his hip and straight to his groin.

“Goodnight, Michael,” Neo said, taking the decision out of Michael’s hands.

“Goodnight, Neo. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“You should thank my brother, not me.”

Michael left the study more confused than ever. One thing was clear. If he wanted to lighten Neo’s spirit, he’d first have to figure the man out.

Chapter Two

Before dawn broke, Neo held a meeting with the top members of his security staff. Gunnar, the alpha of the pack of werewolves was his first in command.

For the first time, Neo realised how handsome the man was, and not just Gunnar, but all the men. He’d specifically interviewed and chosen each one based on their loyalty, strength, and sexual orientation. He suddenly wasn’t sure that he wanted anyone in the room to look after Michael while he slept. “First of all, let me make it perfectly clear. Under no circumstances are you to touch Michael in any way, unless it’s in the process of protecting him.”

Haig, one of the wolves snickered. Neo spun around, but before he could reprimand the guard, Gunnar had already done it for him with a backhand across the face. Haig knew better than to challenge his alpha and immediately dropped his gaze to the floor, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket to hold over his bleeding nose.

Neo looked at the blood totally unfazed. The reason he’d chosen to surround himself with were creatures was simple. Theirs was not the blood he craved. Hating the part of himself that drove him to drink blood in order to survive, Neo prided himself on never biting to feed. He had a well-paid staff of donors who came in weekly to donate.

Joseph served Neo’s daily meal in a wine glass. It was one thing to have to drink the blood of others, quite another to feel like a savage while doing it. Returning his attention to Gunnar, Neo leant forward. “I’d like you to show Michael the winery if he asks. No one else.”

Gunnar’s head tipped to the side. “Don’t you trust your own men?”

Neo rubbed his chin, pulling to mind a vision of Michael. A more perfect specimen of manhood he’d never seen. When his soon-to-be mate had entered the study earlier, it was all he could do to stay seated. He couldn’t even retrieve a wine glass for Michael without showing his very obvious arousal. Michael’s pale blue eyes reminded Neo of the sky on a summer day. His golden mane of curls begged to be fingered, and Neo’s hands had itched to do just that. But it was Michael’s body that called to him most of all. Muscular was not a word he’d use to describe Michael. The young man looked almost…frail. Although Neo was sure Michael was healthy, he wondered if a strong wind might blow the man away.

“I don’t trust anyone to be around Michael and not want him, even myself,” Neo added, when he realised Gunnar was still staring at him.

“That hot, huh?” Gunnar teased as they often did with each other.

Without thought, Neo reached over and grabbed the werewolf by the neck. “He is mine.”

Gunnar’s hands shot out in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry. I was just kidding,” Gunnar wheezed, his airway restricted by Neo’s hand.

Neo released his friend and sat back. “You can kid all you want, but not about Michael.”

Neo looked around the room at the wolves and cats. Each species had guards and workers amongst them. The werecats could easily take on any one of the wolves if they so chose, and probably win, but they had long ago pledged their allegiance to Neo and Gunnar.

“For the time being I’ll station Sema outside Michael’s door at night. I doubt anyone would be foolish enough to try and get past him.” Neo smiled thinking of his six-hundred and eighty pound black Siberian tiger. For him, Sema was more of a house pet, but he knew the cat made an intimidating guardian.

“How long will your guest be with us?” Gunnar asked.

“Indefinitely.” Neo hated keeping secrets from Gunnar, but one slip of the tongue could do serious damage. The gods took their gifts seriously and if word got out he’d been presented with a mate created specifically for him, Michael would never be safe.

The sun was creeping above the horizon, when Neo excused himself. He called Sema away from Michael’s door and entered his own suite of rooms. After undressing, he opened the door between the two bedrooms and gazed at Michael.

Sometime during the night Michael had kicked his covers off. He crept into the room, wanting, no, needing a closer look at his mate. He stepped to the side of the large bed and perused Michael’s nude body. Gods but he’s magnificent. The sun-bronzed colour of Michael’s skin stood out in stark contrast to the blond, almost white curls.

Neo felt his body responding to the perfect being sprawled on the bed. He longed to reach out and stroke the soft skin of Michael’s flaccid cock presently lying against the sun-kissed thigh.

Without thought, Neo reached down and wrapped his fingers around his own hardened cock. As much as he wanted to crawl over the top of the much smaller body, Neo knew he could not. The blood that pumped through Michael’s veins called to him like no other ever had. Spiro’s words came back to haunt him. Neo shook his head. He couldn’t risk both of their lives for a fuck, no matter how incredible he knew that fuck would be.

Michael’s eyes opened and the sexy little sprite smiled. “Like what you see?”

Neo stepped back and released the hold on his cock. “Excuse me.” He turned to leave, but Michael jumped out of bed and caught up to him before he reached the door.

“Don’t go,” Michael begged. He ran his hands down Neo’s back. “It’s been so long since anyone’s looked at me like that.”

Neo didn’t dare turn around. The smell of Michael’s blood was intoxicating. “Just because I want you, doesn’t mean I’ll take you,” he explained.

Michael’s hand snaked around Neo’s hip to encircle his cock. “I bet I could persuade you.”

Grinding his teeth together, Neo reached down and removed Michael’s grip. The younger man’s assessment of Neo’s control was accurate. There was no doubt Michael could easily persuade Neo with a few more sensual touches, but it was up to Neo to keep Michael at bay, for both of their sakes. “You don’t know what you’re doing. Unless you want to find yourself at the other end of my fangs, I’d suggest you stay away from me.”

Without waiting for a reply, Neo strode into his room and shut the door, sliding the bolt into place. By the time he made it to his bed, his body had begun to shake with unfulfilled need. Slipping under the covers, Neo rolled to his stomach and ground his erection against the black silk sheets, a picture of Michael in his mind.

“What have you done to me?” he cried to the gods as he continued to hump the mattress. The silk sliding against his cock felt as soft as he imagined Michael’s body to be.

The physical stress his body endured as he picked up speed, alerted Sema that something was wrong with his master. Large paws landed beside Neo’s torso as a loud growl sounded, Sema biting at the air. Without breaking stride, Neo reached back and thumped Sema on the nose. “Lay down,” he commanded, though his voice was nothing more than a series of pants.

“Michael,” he cried as he spasmed, spilling white pearls onto the black sheets.

Neo collapsed to the side of his cum spotted sheet, and closed his eyes. Hadn’t he been through enough torture in his life? Perhaps he would have to seek his release with Rafi, the weretiger alpha, until he could trust himself to touch Michael.

* * * *

With his ear pressed to the wall, Michael grinned as he heard Neo call out his name. He’d had no doubt his soon-to-be lover would pleasure himself after the teasing Michael had given him. He should probably be ashamed of his wanton behaviour, but when he’d opened his eyes to see the gorgeous man standing over him with his cock in hand, he couldn’t resist.

An unseen hand tugged at Michael’s ear until he was forced to turn away from the wall. Spiro shook his head. “That is not the way to my brother’s heart.”

Michael shrugged. “He shouldn’t have come in here flashing that magnificent…”

Spiro held up a hand, stopping Michael from going further. “He may be many things, but ultimately, he is a man. If you continue to put yourself on display, he will look.”

“I was hot,” Michael whined. “This house is like an oven. How was I supposed to know he’d come in.”

Spiro grinned and kissed Michael’s forehead. “You know what you have to do. You’ve been trained for many years to help Neo lead when the time comes, but that will never happen if he doesn’t fall in love with you.”

“Why is it so important that we love each other? I’d let him fu…make love to me without all the mushy stuff.”

Spiro held up his hands and sighed. “Why must I continue to have this conversation with you? The gods have forbidden the two of you to mate until Neo learns how to love again. Without love in his heart, he is not the kind of king the Blessed Creatures need.”

“But how do I make him fall in love with me if I can’t touch him?” Michael asked.

“You don’t make him fall in love with you. You let him fall in love with you. Be yourself, be kind, and most of all don’t be afraid of him, no matter what. That is the way to my brother’s heart.”

“Okay. I’m sure I’ll have blue balls by the time that happens though.”

Spiro’s hands flew to his ears. “I’m not listening to this.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “You’re such a prude.”

“No I’m not. I just don’t care to listen to my son talk about sex with my brother. It’s…icky.”

Michael laughed and gave his father a hug. Neo wasn’t really his uncle and he would never think of him in such a way, but Spiro would always be his father. “I miss you already.”

“And on that note, I’ll leave you alone to start your day.” Spiro started to step back, but paused. “You might have better luck if you start getting your body used to keeping Neo’s hours. He doesn’t have a choice in the matter, you do.”

Michael bowed. “Yes, Father.”

“Smart ass,” Spiro chuckled before vanishing.

Still grinning, Michael dressed in his jogging gear which consisted of a simple pair of nylon shorts and running shoes. He left the bedroom determined to run at least five miles.

Turning the corner, he ran into a huge man with blond hair. “Excuse me,” he said. “Do you live here, too?”

“Yes. I’m Gunnar. Neo’s head of security.”

“Oh, nice to meet you, Gunnar. I’m Michael.”

“Yes, I know who you are. Neo assigned me to be your shadow during the day.”

“Really?” Damn. He was going to have this hot guy following him around. Cool. “You run, Gunnar? Because that’s what I’m getting ready to do. I try to get in at least five miles a day.”

Gunnar smiled. “That depends. Do you have a problem running alongside a wolf?”

“You can change, just like that? I thought werewolves only changed during certain phases of the lunar cycle.”

Gunnar chuckled. “I’m over eight hundred years old. You don’t think I’ve learned a thing or two during that time?”

Michael clapped Gunnar on the back and headed for the door. “We’re gonna get along just fine.”

“Yep. As long as you don’t touch me in front of Neo.”

Michael paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Why’s that?”

Gunnar walked towards him, removed Michael’s hand from the knob and opened the door. “Because Neo threatened to rip my head off if I or anyone else touched you.” Gunnar grinned and removed his clothes, turning his back on Michael when he removed his jeans. He twisted the jeans and shirt into a circle and tied them at the ends. Michael was confused until Gunnar shifted into a large white wolf right before his eyes. The magnificent wolf stuck its head through the ring of clothing and wore them like a necklace.

“Cool trick.” Michael lifted his leg and rested it on the porch railing. As he stretched, he watched Gunnar pace back and forth. “You know, you make a very handsome wolf. Perhaps you’d get more dates in that form. At least you wouldn’t ruin things by opening your mouth.”

Gunnar barked and snapped at him.

“Keep it up, Fido, and I’ll tell Neo you tried to bite me,” Michael laughed and took off down the steps.

He found a dirt path that wound around the outskirts of the vineyard and just barely into the trees. “This must be your stomping grounds, huh?” he asked Gunnar.

The wolf barked a reply, easily keeping up with Michael. “You’re all right, you know that?” Michael acknowledged his new friend. As he set a steady stride he let his mind wander. It was his favourite part of running. Getting the opportunity to let go and allow his mind free reign kept him centred.

A rabbit off to his right moved in the brush. “Ooh, you see that? Better go grab you a snack.”

Gunnar barked again, but Michael could see the wolf eyeing the brush as they ran. “You know you want to,” he continued to tease.

He was almost disappointed when Gunnar refused to rise to the bait. He finished his run and slowed to a walk. “You gonna change, or make me talk to myself the rest of the afternoon?”

“Have you always been a pain in the ass or just since you came here?” Gunnar asked.

“Shit!” Michael’s hand flew to his chest. “Way to sneak up on a guy.” He started to turn around but caught a glimpse of a very naked, very aroused Gunnar and turned back. “Uhhh, you can get dressed now.”

“Sorry about that. It’s a natural side-effect of shifting, but I know not everyone’s comfortable with it.”

Michael shrugged as he heard a zipper slide into place. “Nothing wrong with getting a boner, I just doubted you wanted me staring at it.”

Gunnar chuckled. “By the way, kid, a word to the wise. You may get away with calling me Fido, because I know you’re just kidding, but I wouldn’t try it with any of the other wolves. Their sense of humour isn’t the same as mine.”

“Hmm, sensitive are they? I’ll have to remember that.” They walked in companionable silence for a long stretch. “So what’s that used for?” Michael asked, pointing to a massive round stone building.

Gunnar veered off the path towards the building. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Michael walked to the left and just behind Gunnar. He had no doubt the man was the alpha of his pack. The wide expanse of his chest and shoulders tested the seams in his T-shirt, while his body tapered down to perfectly trim hips.

“Stop lookin’ at my ass,” Gunnar admonished.

Red faced, Michael mumbled, “But it’s such a pretty ass.” He moved his attention to the building in front of him. “So, you haven’t told me what this is.”

Gunnar opened the ornately-carved set of double doors. Michael stepped into the room and sighed. “Shit, it must be at least twenty degrees cooler in here.”

“Twenty-seven,” Gunnar corrected after checking the thermometer on the wall. “This is the wine tasting barn. We have groups out occasionally to sample the wines for mass distribution.”

Michael looked up at the heavy wooden beams. “This place is awesome. Maybe I’ll start sleeping out here at night.”

Gunnar chuckled. “The boss does tend to keep the house a little warm, doesn’t he?”

“Damn, I thought it was just me. What’s up with that?”

Shrugging, Gunnar led Michael out of the building and shut the doors. “I think it has something to do with him being a vampire. He’s always cold. I heard Joseph tell Neo it wouldn’t be as bad if he’d drink blood like he’s supposed to.”

“What do you mean like he’s supposed to?” Michael knew what it looked like when vampires fed from their donors by watching Daniel dine. “Does Neo have a particular human he feeds from?”

“No,” Gunnar said, shaking his head. He looked around the area before continuing. “I probably shouldn’t be talking to you about this, but I doubt you’ll ever find out from Neo.”

Gunnar motioned to a bench under a shade tree. “See that building way down there with the red roof?” Gunnar asked, pointing off into the distance.

“Yeah.”

“Around here we call that the blood bank. Folks from the area sell pints of their blood to Neo. He does something special to it. I don’t know all the particulars since he won’t allow anyone but Joseph to mix it for him, but the result is something he calls, Liquid Crimson. I think it’s donor blood mixed with different stuff, including wine. Although blood has been his only source of food since he was turned, Neo still doesn’t like the taste unless it’s mixed with something else. There is a pleasant side-effect though. Liquid Crimson is the only thing I’ve seen that can get him drunk.” Gunnar shrugged. “That’s not to say he’s always drunk, of course. Neo doesn’t indulge very often. Mostly he just drinks enough to stay alive.”

“No shit? Why does he do it that way? I’ve seen vampires feed, and I gotta say, it’s hotter than hell.”

Gunnar covered his eyes and chuckled. “I can’t believe some of the things that come out of your mouth. I think you’re just what this place needs.”

“Oh yippee. I’m so glad you approve, now answer my question.”

Gunnar stood and looked out towards the ‘blood bank’. “I’ve known Neo for hundreds of years, and I’ve never heard of him drinking directly from the source.” He looked over his shoulder at Michael. “If you know what I mean.”

“Why?”

“Shame, I suppose. I think it’s when the shame gets too much that he indulges in more of the Liquid Crimson than what he needs to stay alive.”

Michael’s first reaction was to wonder if he’d been given some of Neo’s special wine hours earlier in the study. Naw, no way, he decided, but his heart melted for the lonely vampire asleep in the house. “That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Gunnar started walking back towards the house with Michael on his heels. “I have a feeling you being here will be good for him.”

“Once again, so glad you approve.” Michael bumped his shoulder against Gunnar’s heavily muscled body. “I’m going to take a shower.” He made a point of sniffing Gunnar. “You should, too,” he said, screwing up his face.

Inside his room, Michael stripped and stepped under the spray. What would it be like to feel ashamed of who you were? He honestly couldn’t imagine how lonely life must be for someone like that. Maybe he’d try and take a long nap later so he could stay up with Neo? Ooh, I wonder if he plays chess?

Chapter Three

From his bedroom window, Michael watched Neo roam the vineyard. It had been almost two months since he’d arrived, and he didn’t think he was any closer to getting to know the vampire. He’d changed his schedule, hoping that would help, but Neo always found something else to do rather than spend time with him.

The lustful noises coming from Neo’s bedroom on occasion further contributed to Michael’s loneliness. He wondered what Neo would do if he took a lover? Several evenings he’d seen Rafi disappear with Neo, either into the study or into his bedroom. Neo had good taste, at least Michael could give him that. Rafi, with his silky black hair and almond-shaped eyes was breathtaking. Being the alpha of the weretigers, Michael assumed the man’s body looked even better naked than it did in the tight clothes he wore.

He pushed away from the sill and headed towards the door. If Neo wanted him gone, Michael wished he’d just say so. Stepping out into the cool night air, he almost tripped over Sema.

“Shit, sorry.” Michael squatted down and rubbed the black tiger behind the ears. Sema’s eyes drooped as he began to purr. Unlike a housecat, Sema’s purr was loud and deep enough that Michael felt the rumble in his chest. “Yeah, you’re a pretty boy,” he continued to soothe, stroking the strong cat. “Why can’t you shift and keep Rafi company? Hmmm?”

When Sema appeared content once again, Michael took off towards the vineyard. He managed to get twenty yards from Neo before he was yelled at.

“What’re you doing out here, Michael? I’ve told you the vineyards are mine at night.”

Michael looked around. True, there were vines still in place, but the grapes had been harvested several weeks earlier. He took a chance and moved closer. “What is it you find so fascinating about fruitless vines that you’d rather spend time with them over me?” he bravely asked.

Neo gave Michael a sideways glance before turning to slowly walk away. Stubborn since birth, Michael followed, waiting for an answer. When Neo reached the end of the row he started back up the other side. Within a few yards, Michael came face to face with Neo, though the vines grew between them.

“The vines don’t make me want something I can’t have,” Neo grumbled.

Michael stared into Neo’s black eyes. It was the first time since the morning after he’d arrived that Neo gave any indication he wanted him. “I offered myself to you the second day of my stay. I’ve tried everything I could think of to get you to notice me, but it seems you prefer Rafi’s company to my own.”

“I notice you,” Neo said in the softest voice Michael had ever heard him use. It was more than a whisper, it was almost a prayer. “Rafi is nothing more than a release. I can’t hurt him, and his company helps me keep my head around you.”

Michael’s eyes flitted around the landscape. The explanation of Rafi’s company made him feel better. Hadn’t he once taken a lover to get him through the lonely nights? Maybe he should’ve joined Neo in the vineyard earlier. This was the longest conversation they’d had in weeks. Perhaps if Neo got to know him better, he would send Rafi away when he knocked on his door.

“Will you talk with me as you walk?” Michael asked. He turned and headed back down the same row he’d come, hoping that by keeping the row between them, Neo would feel more comfortable.

Neo continued to walk, hands clasped behind his back. “What do you wish to discuss?”

Michael chuckled. “I don’t wish to discuss anything. I just thought we’d talk, ya know, get to know each other.”

When Neo didn’t say anything more, Michael tried to think of something to say. “Have you ever been to America?”

Neo glanced Michael’s way. “Once. I didn’t care for it.”

“Really? Because Father took me to New York City on my twenty-first birthday, and I thought it was amazing.”

“What did you find so amazing about a city filled with so many humans?”

“Hot dogs, I fell in love with them. Ooh, especially Gray’s Papaya.” Michael laughed and rubbed his stomach. “I ate so many I think I gained five pounds in the week we were there.”

“Did Spiro take you many places growing up?”

“Like most people I guess. We went on a couple of trips a year. Usually on what Father called learning vacations, but sometimes he let me pick the places.”

“What was your favourite vacation?”

Michael smiled. The conversation seemed easier now. “Hmmm, that’s a tough one. I really enjoyed Greece, but I didn’t care much for the food.”

Neo gasped. “Blasphemy. Greece has the best food on the planet.”

“Oh, you think so, do ya? What’s your favourite?”

“Though I haven’t been able to eat real food in many years, I remember my mother making a dish of lamb and artichoke hearts. She’d put a sauce over it, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was.” Neo sighed. “It was my favourite.”

Mention of his mother shocked him. Spiro had never talked about his mother only that Neo’s father was Zeus. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“You can always ask. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”

“Fair enough. Will you tell me about your mother? I asked Father once, but he said it was a topic for another day. Needless to say, that day never came.”

Michael noticed how Neo’s strides faltered at the question. “No, Spiro would never talk about our mother. He blames me for her death, you see, and he wouldn’t have wanted to give you a bad impression of me.”

“So she’s dead,” Michael said. Well at least he’d learned more than he had before.

“Yes. Triana, our mother, was fae. She had the gift of vision, like Spiro.” Neo stopped talking. Michael began to wonder if he would continue. After several steps, Neo tilted his head back to look up at the moon.

“When Francois LaMont captured me, my mother saw and felt it all. For four hundred years she tried to figure out where LaMont held me captive. Then one day LaMont made an error by wearing a sprig of a Lonigal bush in full bloom on the lapel of his coat. My mother saw it in one of her visions, and they were finally able to track me down.”

Neo lowered his head and looked at Michael. “You see, the Lonigal bush only grows in a small pocket of central Austria.”

Neo continued down the row. “My mother couldn’t cope with the creature I’d become and killed herself shortly after my rescue.”

“Fuck,” Michael gasped. “No wonder you hate yourself,” he said without thinking. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Michael wished he could take them back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Neo surprised him by chuckling. “Do you blame me for hating what I’ve become?”

Michael knew he could answer the surface question Neo had proposed, but he decided to delve deeper. “When I was younger, there was a servant boy, Tim, who I played with. One day a rat bit Tim’s leg as he slept. The rat must’ve had some kind of illness that I was too young to understand. Anyway, the bite became so infected the doctors had to remove Tim’s leg. I know that some people would’ve crawled off and become bitter for what had happened, but Tim’s philosophy was different. He believed he should have died from that fever in his leg but the gods had saved him for a purpose. Tim uses an artificial leg now. He’s going to school to become a doctor.”

Neo turned and stalked towards Michael. “Are you saying I have no right to be angry over what has happened to me?”

Michael shook his head but held his ground. Showing the man fear would only push back the progress he’d made. “No. I haven’t been through what you’ve been through, so I don’t know if what you feel is right or wrong. All I was trying to say was maybe the gods saved you from death for a higher purpose.”

“What? Like becoming the King my brother wants me to be?” Neo spat.

“Have you ever thought about how unique you are now?”

“Unique? Is that another term for freak or monster?”

Michael knew he probably deserved the sarcastic barbs Neo flung his way, but he wouldn’t be dissuaded. “You were born to be king over a great many species. Within yourself you house the blood of a god, the blood of the fae, and the blood of a vampire. Who would be more perfect to lead the Blessed Creatures into the next millennium?”

Neo growled and turned to stomp away. Michael stood where he was, watching the back of the man he was falling for. He wondered how many more weeks it would be before he’d get another chance to speak to Neo. All hopes of replacing Rafi in Neo’s bed came to a screeching halt. “No doubt I’m on his shit list now.”

* * * *

Although the last of the evening sun had dipped below the horizon, Michael continued to paint the image still burned into his mind with the aid of an overhead light. He carefully, methodically, added colour to some of the grape leaves in his painting. At one point, the entire vineyard in front of him appeared to be covered in diamonds.

They had been blessed with a nice rain earlier in the day. When the sun came out, the droplets still clinging to the leaves sparkled. The rain had moistened the soil, making it darker in colour. The contrast between the green of the leaves, the blue of the sky and the dark soil was too perfect for Michael not to paint.

A noise startled him, almost upsetting him from his stool. A strong hand reached out to balance Michael before he could topple to the ground.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Neo said, releasing Michael.

Michael rubbed his arm where Neo’s had touched him. “That’s okay. I was too far in my head to hear you approach.”

“Did I hurt you?” Neo asked, gesturing to Michael’s arm.

“No.” How did he explain the way Neo’s touch made him feel? “When you touch me, it feels like my skin is coming alive.” He shook his head, searching for a better explanation. He decided to go with simple. “It tingles.”

Neo nodded but didn’t comment. Instead, Neo peered over at the painting Michael had been working on. “You did that?”

“Yes, but it’s not finished yet.” Michael held his breath, wondering what Neo’s reaction would be to his work. Why it mattered so much, he didn’t understand. In the Realm, he’d painted for his own pleasure never caring what others thought.

Neo reached towards the painting, but pulled back before touching the wet canvas. “It’s been so long.”

The words were whispered so softly Michael barely heard them. “So long since what?” Michael asked.

“Since I’ve seen the way the sunlight plays off of the land.” Neo took a deep breath and turned, moisture swimming in his eyes. “I believe your dinner is ready.”

Michael was moved by Neo’s display of emotion. “Would you like it?” He gestured to the canvas. “The painting, I mean.”

With his hands clasped behind his back, Neo started towards the house. “Perhaps.”

Michael stood, looking after the man until he disappeared through the side door. He turned back to his painting and smiled. If it would make Neo happy, Michael would paint nothing but sunlit scenes from this day forward.

* * * *

Although it took Michael another couple of days to get the painting finished to his satisfaction, it was finally ready. The previous evening, Neo had actually invited him into the study to play a game of chess. Michael was still flying high from the almost three hours spent with the handsome man.

Neo wasn’t outwardly funny, but he did have a rather dry sense of humour that Michael found charming. The evening had gone so well, Michael had hopes of a late night visit, but that hadn’t happened, much to his disappointment.

Michael took a deep breath and knocked on the study door with his free hand.

“Come in,” Neo called.

Michael opened the door and stepped inside. He held up his gift. “I finished your painting.”

Neo glanced up from the paperwork on his desk and beckoned Michael further into the room. “Come closer.”

Michael strode to Neo’s desk and held out the painting, holding his breath. He’d taken a chance adding Neo’s shadowed silhouette into the painting, knowing Neo’s reaction could go one of two ways. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, gesturing to the addition.

Without taking his eyes from the canvas, Neo shook his head. “I don’t mind at all. It’s breathtaking.” Neo took the opportunity to do what he’d wanted days before. He ran his fingers over the dried painting, following the rays of sunshine as they illuminated the vineyard. “Your talent is extraordinary.”

“Thank you.” The compliment made Michael feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“I’ll have Joseph send it out to be framed.” Neo stood and carried the canvas towards the fireplace. “Until then, I think I’ll enjoy it on the mantel.”

Michael moved to stand next to Neo. “I’m glad you like it. That means a lot to me.”

Neo put his hand on the small of Michael’s back. “You could do so much with your life. Why do you choose to spend it here, away from the world?”

With his chin tipped up, Michael stared into Neo’s dark eyes. “Because you’re here.” He gestured towards the window. “Besides, I’ve quickly grown to love this place.” Lost in Neo’s gaze, Michael stood on his tip toes and brushed his lips over Neo’s.

Neo’s head jerked back at the touch. He continued to stare down at Michael for several heartbeats before retreating to his desk.

Michael was surprised to see Neo’s hands shaking as he sat in his chair. “Do I still make you uncomfortable?” Michael asked.

“Yes,” Neo whispered moments later. “My feelings for you come too easily, and I know in my heart, you don’t belong here. My future should not be yours to suffer through.”

“I think you’re wrong. I belong here with you if only you would give me the chance to prove it to you.”

Neo shook his head. “My heart is no longer big enough for all that you deserve. You would do better to find the man in that picture you painted.” Neo glanced at the painting. “That man with his face warmed by the sun? That’s not me.”

“You may not be able to stand in the sun, but you are that man. At least to me.”

Neo looked away from the painting back down at his paperwork. “Thank you again for the painting, but I have to get this finished.”

Once again, Michael felt like he was being shut out. He nodded and turned to leave. With his hand on the doorknob, he bowed his head. “You’re a much better person then you think you are. I’ve watched you interact with the others. I’ve seen you work alongside of them, and I’ve studied you when you thought no one else was around. You may require blood to survive, but that doesn’t define who you really are.”

“Thank you, but you’re wrong.”

“No, I’m not, but until you see that, I’d be wasting my breath to try to change your mind.”

* * * *

Michael was spread out on a blanket under his favourite tree when Gunnar found him. “Here you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” Gunnar said, sitting beside Michael.

Michael barely managed to open his eyes enough to acknowledge one of his few friends. “I’m thinking about leaving,” he admitted.

“What? You can’t leave. Neo would go crazy if you weren’t here.”

Michael laughed. “Oh, you’re a funny man. Neo hasn’t so much as said boo to me in almost a month and a half, since the night I gave him the painting. Meanwhile he seems to enjoy torturing me by fucking that damn alpha weretiger every night.”

Gunnar pulled a blade of grass out of the ground and started chewing it. “Neo’s not an easy person to get along with, but I can guarantee you he cares, despite keeping company with Rafi. I also happen to know your painting is hanging over his bed, so don’t tell me he doesn’t think of you.”

Michael picked at the loose threads on the blanket. “Have you ever wanted someone to love you so much you ached every minute of the day?”

Gunnar didn’t say anything for the longest time, and Michael didn’t dare look up at him. He was laying his heart out there for Gunnar to see, and he wouldn’t be able to handle it if Gunnar laughed at him.

“I have,” Gunnar finally said.

Because his friend had been truthful, Michael decided to confide in him further. “I have a special gift to give Neo, if only he would fall in love with me.”

“You love him?” Gunnar asked.

“Yeah. Why is that? Other than a few brief snatches of time, he’s been nothing but mean and nasty to me since I got here. But sometimes, when he thinks no one is watching, he gets this look in his eyes.” Michael stopped to clear his throat of the quickly forming lump of emotions.

“I think he wants to be loved, but because of what’s happened to him he doesn’t feel he deserves it. Maybe it would help if you just told him how you feel?” Gunnar suggested.

“You think so?”

“Can’t hurt.”

“Did you tell the person you ached for that you loved him?” He watched Gunnar spit out the blade of grass and stand.

“No. He was killed before I could gather my courage.”

Michael stood and wrapped his arms around Gunnar. “I’m sorry the world’s not fair for you.”

Gunnar seemed to hesitate, but eventually wrapped his arms around Michael. “If anyone has the ability to make Neo happy, it’s you.”

Michael squeezed his big friend tighter. “You’re not as tough as you lead people to believe,” he teased.

Gunnar growled. “Don’t spread that around.”

* * * *

Later that evening, Michael approached the study door and knocked lightly. “Neo? Can I speak with you?”

“Come in,” Neo barked.

Michael entered and searched the room for Rafi. He’d rehearsed all day what he was going to say. Before he’d reached his seat, Neo sprang out of his chair and wrapped his hand around Michael’s throat.

“You dare come into my office smelling like a wolf?”

Shocked, Michael opened his mouth to refute the allegation, but found he couldn’t speak.

“And not just any wolf, the head of my security!” Neo yelled and pushed Michael to the floor.

Michael’s hands immediately went to his throat, making sure Neo hadn’t broken anything. Although he’d witnessed Neo’s temper, he’d never known the man to be violent. “It wasn’t like that,” Michael croaked.

“Get out of my house!” Neo bellowed, walking away.

“Wait, please,” Michael begged. He knew that if he just told Neo the truth he would be forgiven.

Neo spun around, his face contorted into the mask of the vampire. “I knew it was a mistake to let you stay here. The only reason I agreed was because I pitied you. Spiro no longer wanted you around and now neither do I.”

Michael felt tears begin to build. He knew his father hadn’t felt that way, but the look in Neo’s eyes as he said it cut like a knife. “Do you really hate me so much?” he dared to ask.

“You’re a whore,” Neo spat. “You offered yourself to me within the first twenty-four hours, why should I be surprised you went elsewhere when I turned you down.”

“But I didn’t. I don’t want anyone but you.” Now was the time to say it. “I love you.”

Neo snorted. “If only you understood the words. Go home, little boy.”

His head snapped back as if he’d been slapped. Michael couldn’t believe what was happening. His emotions took over, and he threw his hurt at Neo like a weapon. “At least I don’t parade around a fuck partner in front of you. Do you think I’m so stupid I don’t hear what goes on in the next room? I’m the one who loves you!”

“Rafi is no concern of yours!” Neo left the room in a puff of smoke.

Michael stayed on the floor, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. For whatever reason, his love wasn’t enough for Neo. What else did he have to give? No way would he run home to Spiro. He needed to think, to figure out what was so wrong with him that Neo found the idea of loving him revolting.

He remembered a cave he’d passed while jogging. Gunnar told him it was the wolves den when the moon was full. With the full moon more than a week away, Michael decided the cave might be just the place he needed to lick his proverbial wounds.

* * * *

After the third bottle of Liquid Crimson, Neo was starting to stagger. He leaned his head back and looked at the beams above. As they began to spin, he chuckled. “Round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows,” he sang.

He’d retreated to his tasting barn to get away from the tears in Michael’s eyes. There was a part of him that wanted so much to believe Michael’s final words. What would it be like to have someone as special as Michael to love him?

He’d done a lot of thinking over the previous weeks and had come to the conclusion Michael had been sent to trick him into resuming the role of King. Well, he wouldn’t be pushed into something he wasn’t ready for.

Despite the fact that his brother had gone to a lot of trouble to arrange the little charade, Neo had figured it out before he’d made a fool of himself and confessed his feelings. Oh, he’d tried not to, but he’d dare anyone to be around the golden-haired man and not fall for his easy going manner and zest for life. The night in the vineyard had been the closest he’d come. Michael’s hair in the moonlight had drawn his eyes like a moth to a flame. The story Michael had told about his friend had really gotten to Neo. Now he questioned whether the story was as fabricated as Michael’s love.

The painting had been a reality check for Neo. One more reminder that he was no longer the man he once was. It would be unfair to Michael to ask him to also live his life in the dark of night. Even if Michael was a pawn in Spiro’s game, Neo wouldn’t condemn a man to live a life in the shadows.

The next thing Neo knew he was standing in Michael’s room. He hadn’t even remembered stumbling there. The first thing he noticed was the empty bed. Neo swallowed around the lump in his throat and went to the closet. When he found nothing but empty hangers, Neo sighed. “Maybe it’s better this way.”

He stumbled into his own room, unsurprised to find Rafi naked with his cock in his hand. The weretiger was beautiful, Neo would give him that, but for weeks he’d been unable to reach climax despite his best efforts. “Not tonight.”

Rafi sat up. “I heard the two of you quarrel earlier. I’d hoped to make you feel better so that you could forget all about Michael.”

Neo narrowed his eyes. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? Something in his bed partner had changed. It seemed Rafi no longer looked at their time together as simple physical release. Somewhere along the way, Rafi had begun to have feelings for him. Shit.

Neo sat on the edge of the bed and tugged gently on the plaited braid that draped over Rafi’s chest. “You’ve been a good friend and companion for many years, but my heart does not belong to you. I’m sorry.”

Tears filled Rafi’s eyes. It was the first time Neo had ever witnessed the alpha so emotional. “You don’t have to love me. Just let me love you, and it’ll be enough for me.”

Neo shook his head and cupped Rafi’s cheek. “I can’t allow that. You deserve more.” Neo leant in and placed a soft kiss on Rafi’s full lips. “It would be best if you didn’t come to me anymore.”

* * * *

Three nights later, Neo went looking for his chief of security. “Gunnar,” he called, walking into the dormitory. He’d tried his best to stay away from the wolf that had pawed Michael. Losing Michael had been hard enough, now it looked like he might lose his best friend as well.

“What?” Gunnar opened the door to his apartment.

“I just received a call from Morris Jones wanting to check your references.”

“And? I hope you gave me a good one. I’ve shown you more loyalty than you probably deserved.”

Neo pushed his way inside Gunnar’s small studio apartment. “What the hell is this about?”

Gunnar crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “I thought what happened to you all those years ago sucked, ya know? And I used to pass off your moods because I knew you’d been wronged, but then a man like you is actually given a chance at love and he spits in its face. Sorry, I just can’t work for someone like that.”

“I know Rafi is going through a hard time, but I could no longer allow him dreams that would never be fulfilled.”

“Rafi?” Gunnar took another step towards Neo. “I haven’t seen Rafi in days. I was talking about Michael and the shitty way you’ve treated him.”

“Well aren’t you feeling all high and mighty for someone who had his hands all over Michael the same day he pretended to profess his love to me.”

“You can be such a dick,” Gunnar said, slamming the back of his fist against the wall behind him. “If you smelled Michael on me it was because he cared enough to comfort me when he saw me upset.”

Neo had never known Gunnar to lie to him. He narrowed his eyes and tried to read his friend. “Why were you so upset?”

“Michael asked me if I’d ever loved someone so much it was like a constant ache.” Gunnar met Neo’s gaze. “He loved you and you sent him away for it.”

Neo felt like he’d been punched. Without another word, he left Gunnar’s apartment. Memories of Michael’s face the night he’d thrown him to the floor came crashing back in on him. How could he have been so cruel?

As soon as he was in his study he called Spiro.

“Neo? Is there something wrong?” Spiro answered, his voice sounded like it was drifting down from the ceiling.

“Yes. I need to talk to Michael.”

“What? Neo, what’s going on?”

“Dammit, Spiro, just let me talk to him.” Neo began pacing around his study.

“Michael’s not here. I haven’t seen him since the morning after I brought him to you.”

“Shit!”

“I’ll be there in thirty seconds,” Spiro said.

“No. I’ll find him. I did this, so I’ll fix it.”

“It’ll be your head if something’s happened to him,” Spiro warned.

Neo didn’t need to worry about Spiro. If something had happened to Michael, he’d gladly offer his head to the gods. Visions of the dungeon came to mind. “No!” he screamed, forcing away the memories. “Michael will be fine.” And when I find him, I’ll never again let him out of my sight.

Chapter Four

Huddled against the back wall of the cave, Michael shivered. He’d been waiting for someone to care enough to look for him for three days. By the end of the second night, he knew the truth. Everything he’d thought was in Neo’s heart had been a pipe dream.

It was no longer a matter of wishing someone would come, but where he should go. To return to his father would only bring shame to the best man he’d ever known. Michael couldn’t do that. He loved Spiro too much.

A noise outside caught his attention. Michael sat up, hoping it was the man he’d fallen in love with. “Neo?”

A shadowed figure stepped into the cave. “No, but I’m happy to know you’re expecting him.”

Michael pressed his back against the rough wall. “Who are you?”

“My name is Liam. I’m an old friend of Neo’s.”

The hair on the back of Michael’s neck prickled as he got to his feet. The man was lying. Although Michael didn’t know everything about Neo, it had become obvious in the months he’d been at the vineyard that Neo didn’t have outside friends. “What do you want?”

Liam laughed and moved towards Michael. “You.”

Michael darted to the side and took off. He didn’t get far before he was tackled to the hard floor by a much bigger body. “Neo will kill you if you touch me.”

Liam ground his hardened cock against Michael’s ass as he pinned his arms over his head. “Oh I plan to do much more than touch you.”

Michael dug his fingers into the packed dirt. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat when Liam began stripping the clothes from his body. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because Neo took something from my coven. For hundreds of years we’ve waited for him to fall in love so we could exact our revenge.”

Michael couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping. “Oh, you’re so screwed. Neo doesn’t love me. I’ve been in this cave for three days and no one’s bothered looking for me. I imagine he’s in bed fucking that damn weretiger.”

Michael flinched when he felt Liam’s bare cock brush the cheek of his ass. “Help!” he screamed as loud as he could, bucking upward. The back of his head connected with Liam’s face as he continued to thrash.

Suddenly Liam sat up, grabbing Michael around the neck with his arm. “Someone’s coming.”

Liam tried to pull Michael to his feet, but Michael remembered what his father had taught him and forced his body to go limp. A blow landed to the side of his head, a heavy ring connecting with his cheekbone.

“Dammit, I don’t have time for this,” Liam growled.

Michael was picked up off the ground and thrown over Liam’s broad shoulder. Despite the blood dripping down his face, Michael continued to fight with everything he had left. At some point in his struggle, drops of his blood splattered onto Liam’s bare skin.

Liam screamed and dropped Michael to the dirt. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

Michael tried to clear his vision, but there was no way what he saw could really be happening. Liam’s flesh was dissolving as if Michael had thrown acid on his skin. Michael covered his bleeding wound with his hand and ran out of the cave without looking back.

He started down the mountain and came face to face with a snarling white wolf. “Gunnar!”

Gunnar shifted. “Who hurt you?”

Michael pointed towards the cave. “Some guy, Liam. I-I think my blood is burning him.”

“Stay here,” Gunnar said, shifting once again.

No sooner had the wolf sprinted off than Neo appeared through the break in the trees. “Michael.”

Michael held up his free hand. “Stay back.”

Neo’s nostrils flared as his fangs dropped. “You’re bleeding.”

Michael nodded.. “There’s something wrong with my blood.”

Gunnar reappeared and stepped between Neo and Michael. “Go back to the house, Neo.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Neo asked.

“I’m not sure, but there’s a dead vampire in the cave.”

“Liam,” Michael cut in. “My blood splattered on him.”

Neo took a step back and stared up towards the direction of the cave. “Liam?”

“You knew him?” Gunnar asked.

Neo nodded. “He’s one of Francois LaMont’s minions.”

“Was. Like I said, he’s dead. The flesh burned from his bones.”

Neo glanced from Gunnar to Michael. For the first time, Neo seemed to notice Michael’s nudity. “What did he do to you?”

Michael looked away, unable to meet the gaze of the man he loved. “He tried to…but I fought him.”

Neo rushed forward but Gunnar blocked his path.

“You can’t touch him until we know why his blood killed Liam,” Gunnar growled.

“I know why, and I also know Michael’s blood will no longer hurt me.” Neo pushed Gunnar out of the way like he weighed nothing.

The moment Neo’s arms wrapped around him, Michael collapsed as his world went black.

* * * *

Staring at the fire, Neo held Michael on his lap, unwilling to relinquish his hold on the fair-haired sleeping man. His body cursed his mental control. The scent of Michael’s blood hung in the air like the finest of wines, and Neo longed with every fibre of his being to sample the gift of the gods.

“Would you like me to bring Master Michael a blanket?” Joseph asked, setting a bowl of warm water and a soft washcloth on the table beside Neo.

Neo nodded. His fangs had not yet receded and even though Joseph was a trusted member of his family, Neo couldn’t bring himself to display his savagery to the man. It was enough that Joseph had mentioned the shaking of Neo’s body as he fought to carry Michael into the house.

“Very well, Your Highness.”

Joseph disappeared and was back moments later with a soft, cashmere blanket. Neo’s trusted servant knew enough to avert his gaze as he spread the blanket over Michael’s nude body.

Neo did his best to smile, hoping Joseph knew how much he was appreciated.

Joseph bowed and exited the study.

With his free hand, Neo dipped the cloth into the warm water and began washing away the blood that had dried on Michael’s cheek. He could easily heel the cut, but until he spoke with Spiro, he didn’t dare.

Although Spiro had warned Neo not to drink Michael’s blood, no warning had been issued about touching it. He still didn’t understand what had happened to Liam but hopefully Spiro could shed some light on the situation.

Neo wrung out the soiled cloth. As the water in the basin turned pink, his rage threatened to take over. Neo pushed his anger down, knowing it would only put Michael in more jeopardy if he were to lose control. If Liam had found out about Michael, it meant the other four men, Francois LaMont called his sons, also knew.

A soft breeze rustled Neo’s hair, informing him that his brother had arrived.

“Gods, what’s happened?” Spiro asked, kneeling beside Neo’s chair. His long fingered hand ruffled Michael’s blond curls.

“It seems LaMont’s self-made coven found out of his existence in my life,” Neo answered.

“There were five vampires who chose to follow Francois, right?” Spiro asked.

“Yes. Now there are four.” Nero didn’t like to think about how many others Francois LaMont tortured and turned before he came up with five minions who had been tortured into insanity. He couldn’t comprehend why anyone would willingly serve such a sadistic Master.

Shame filled him as he went on to confess to his brother what had happened.

Neo was surprised at Spiro’s nod of acceptance when he mentioned the way Michael’s blood killed Liam. “You knew it would happen?”

Spiro shrugged. “His blood is holy. To a vampire, it would mean certain death. I warned you.”

“Yes, but I thought…” Neo gazed down at Michael. “It isn’t burning me the way it did Liam.”

“Because you love him. I told you that as well,” Spiro reminded him.

“I’m fond of him, but I’m afraid to love him,” Neo admitted.

Spiro chuckled. “Afraid or not, you love him. If you didn’t you would have drained him by now. I see the way your hands shake. The fact that you haven’t given in to your desires for his blood is proof of that love.”

“Will I be able to heal him?” Neo asked.

“Of course.” Spiro once again put his hand on Michael’s head. “It isn’t his body that is hurt, it’s his spirit.”

Spiro stood, his gaze still on the man he’d raised. “If you insist on staying here, I think I should send some of my guards to double the protection.”

“It wasn’t my guards’ fault Michael was hurt. It was mine. Thank you for the offer, but I’ll take care of my mate.”

“I’ll send my spies to find LaMont’s four remaining minions.” Spiro bent and placed a kiss on Michael’s brow. “He’s my world. Brother or not, if you fuck up again, I’ll fight you to the death.”

“I mess up again and I’ll bow to your sword.”

“As long as we’re clear.” Spiro disappeared on another breeze.

* * * *

The sound of running water woke Michael. He opened his eyes to find himself in Neo’s bathroom, but more importantly, in Neo’s arms. “What’s happening?”

Neo smiled down at him. “I thought I’d give you a bath before I put you into bed.”

“But this is your bathroom.”

Neo nodded. “And with your permission it will be my bed you sleep in from now on.”

Memories of his time in the cave came flooding back, along with the confrontation in the study. “Why now? What’s changed?”

Balancing Michael on one arm, Neo turned off the faucet. He climbed into the oversized bathtub with Michael cradled against his chest. Once he had them settled in the warm water, Michael nestled between his legs, Neo sighed. “Me. I’ve changed.”

Despite his pounding headache, Michael turned to straddle Neo’s lap. “Why are you shaking?”

“Because the monster in me wants to consume you.” Neo closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the marble tile. “I’m…sorry.”

Michael brushed the silky strands of hair away from Neo’s gorgeous face. It was yet another side of Neo that Michael hadn’t seen before. In the cave, Michael told himself he’d play hard to get if Neo came looking for him, but staring at him now, Michael knew he couldn’t do it. “I’ve fallen in love with you. Not just parts of you, but all of you. You may think of yourself as a monster, but I don’t. What happened to you was horrible, but it doesn’t mean you have to pretend that part of you doesn’t exist, or that it’s bad.”

Neo cupped Michael’s cheek. “How can you say that? Do you have any idea what that monster wants to do to you right now?”

Michael leant in and whispered against Neo’s lips. “Do you love me?”

Neo closed his eyes and nodded his head.

“My blood was designed for you. It’s yours as much as it is mine.” He tilted his head to the side, bearing his neck. Michael had known the day would come when he’d gladly submit to his mate. Of course he’d assumed it would happen in a moment of passion, but he realised it was better this way.

“I give my blood to you freely,” he whispered, still waiting for the bite he knew would come.

Neo surprised Michael by kissing his neck, following it up with a long lick. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t, but I really want you to fuck me, and we can’t do that until you get yourself under control.”

Neo wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist and stood. As the water ran off their naked bodies, Neo took Michael’s mouth in a deep kiss. “Not here.”

Michael buried his face against Neo’s neck, peppering soft kisses to the olive-toned skin as Neo took the time to gently dry him off. The moment was tender, something Michael hadn’t expected. His love for the man deepened with each caress of the towel.

“Did you miss me?” Michael asked. It was probably a lame question, but he needed to know.

Neo carried Michael into the bedroom and carefully set him on the mattress, pulling the covers over both of them. “I thought you’d run home to Spiro. It wasn’t until Gunnar set me straight on your feelings…”

“It’s okay,” Michael said, running his hand over Neo’s sculpted chest.

“No, it isn’t. I thought you were trying to trick me into loving you,” Neo admitted.

“Why would you think that?” Michael’s hand travelled down to the short nest of curls surrounding Neo’s cock. The length of his chosen mate’s hard cock brushed against the back of his hand, giving Michael an erection.

“I know you believe I should step up and take my place as leader of the Blessed Creatures.” Neo pressed his cock against Michael’s hand.

Michael grinned and wrapped his fingers around Neo’s cock. “Whether or not you choose to lead is your business. If you do, I’ve been trained to do all I can to help, but if you decide the vineyard is the right place for you, I’ll still love you.”

Neo rolled over to cover Michael with his glorious body. “I’m afraid I want too much. For the first time in my life I’m in love. What if I screw up?”

Michael wrapped his legs around Neo’s waist, releasing his hold on Neo’s cock in order to get closer to the man. “Then I’ll call you on it and we’ll move on.”

Grinning, Neo ground his cock against Michael. “I don’t deal well with being reprimanded.”

“That’s because you’re a ruler. I promise if the time comes, I’ll do it in private.”

Although Neo had professed love, Rafi still sat in the back of Michael’s mind. “And Rafi? Are you finished with him?”

Neo sighed and closed his eyes. “Forgive me. My time with Rafi was the only way I knew to stay away from you. I didn’t know Rafi had feelings for me.”

“You only had to look into his eyes to see what he felt for you.”

Neo shook his head. “I was blind to everything but my need for you and it didn’t sit well with me. But don’t worry. I’ll make amends to Rafi.”

Although he worried Rafi’s presence at the vineyard would always be a temptation to the man he loved, Neo’s explanation went a long way in soothing Michael’s pride. He once again bared his neck. “Now, bite me so we can fuck.”

Several moments went by and still no teeth sank into his flesh. Michael was about to say something when he felt the pierce of Neo’s fangs. He gasped as a heat like no other moved through him. The longer Neo drank from him, the more energized Michael felt which didn’t make sense.

With a final moan, Neo licked Michael’s neck, sealing the wound. It wasn’t until that moment Michael realised Neo’s cock was buried balls deep inside of him. “How…?”

“Very carefully,” Neo said with a chuckle.

Michael hitched his legs higher around Neo’s waist as the bigger man’s cock began to move in and out of him. He stared into the breathtakingly handsome face and couldn’t believe a man as great and powerful as Neo would want him. No, Michael reminded himself. Neo had said he loved him.

The slow lovemaking would have been perfect if only Michael could get the image of Neo fucking Rafi out of his head. Michael knew from overhearing the two men this was different. Rafi was a screamer, there was no doubt about it, but Neo had also been quite vocal as he fucked the weretiger.

Should Michael take Neo’s silence to mean he was disappointed in the way Michael felt surrounding his cock? As he continued to ponder the question, Neo’s thrusts remained slow and steady, pushing deep before pulling out until only the crown remained inside Michael’s body, but still not a word.

“Do you not desire me the way you did Rafi?” he finally asked.

Neo paused in a downward thrust and braced himself on his hands to lift up and stare into Michael’s eyes. “Why would you ask such a question?”

Michael bit his bottom lip, wishing he could take it back. “Never mind.”

Neo narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “Answer me.”

With a heavy sigh, Michael let his legs fall to Neo’s sides. “I’ve heard you fuck before, remember? I know what you sound like when you’re really enjoying yourself, and I’ve heard the things you say during sex.” Michael took another deep breath, the weight of Neo’s stare getting to him. “But you aren’t doing those things with me.”

Neo’s head tilted to the side. “I’m trying to make it about more than just fucking with you. I wanted it to be special. When I fucked Rafi, it was all about me and what I wanted, but I can’t be that way with you.”

Michael reached up and smoothed Neo’s black hair out of his face and behind his ears. “It sounded to me like Rafi was enjoying himself whether you meant to please him or not. I won’t break, ya know. Don’t change because you think I want it.”

Neo turned his head to kiss Michael’s hand. “No more talk of Rafi. He is in the past, you are here with me now and forever.”

Although Michael doubted it would be possible, he nodded his agreement. Just because he never spoke of Neo’s time with Rafi, didn’t mean he’d forget it.

With a devilish grin, Neo plunged deep. “Was this your subtle way of telling me you need more from me?”

“I need everything you’re willing to give me.” Michael wasn’t talking only about the sex, but that was another thing Neo didn’t need to know yet.

Neo clasped Michael’s wrists and lifted his hands to the headboard. “Hold on.”

With no bars to actually grab, Michael spread out his hands and braced himself against the sleek wooden headboard as Neo nearly doubled him in two with each hard, quick thrust. It was more than he’d been expecting but no less satisfying. Michael cried out each time Neo’s cock hit his prostate.

Trying hard to concentrate on breathing through the overwhelming pleasure, his cock exploded with release before he was even aware of what was happening to him. Neo didn’t even slow as Michael’s stomach and chest were covered in cum. It was impossible for Michael to get enough air into his lungs as Neo continued the assault on his ass. Please don’t let me die the first time I make love to my mate, Michael prayed.

When his vision started to get spotty, Michael finally released the headboard and placed his hands on Neo’s chest. He needed to tell his new lover to slow down but he lacked the oxygen such a statement would require. Holy fuck what did I wish for?

All at once, Neo’s features appeared strained. Neo dropped to Michael’s chest and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Michael’s neck as his body jerked with his release.

Like before, the longer Neo drank, the more revitalised Michael felt. By the time Neo sealed the wound, Michael’s lungs had returned to normal function.

Neo nuzzled his face against Michael’s neck and sighed. “Never has an experience meant so much to me,” he whispered.

“For me too, but would you do me a favour next time?” Michael asked, feeling bold.

“Certainly,” Neo answered.

“Bite me earlier. I thought I would suffocate at one point.”

Neo rose up enough to look into Michael’s eyes. “I hurt you?”

“No, well, yeah, kind of, but it was only the intensity of your lovemaking. Please don’t change that part. I loved it. It’s just that something happens when you drink from me. Instead of feeling weaker, I get stronger.”

Neo’s eyebrows drew together. “I’ve never heard of that.”

“Neither have I, but I know how I feel.”

“Hmmm, we’ll have to investigate your theory in another thirty minutes or so. Forgive me for the time lag, I’m an old man compared to you.”

Thirty minutes? The only lover he’d ever had was good for once a night. Michael closed his eyes, hoping he’d survive his new mate’s sexual prowess.

Chapter Five

The next several weeks passed in newly mated bliss as far as Michael was concerned. He’d found the more Neo fed from him, the less sleep he needed. Although he still went to bed with Neo before the sun rose, he was generally up and jogging within a few short hours.

As he strolled down the path towards the basketball court on the backside of the dormitory, Michael kept his eyes open. The security had been doubled and someone was usually within earshot, but it didn’t hurt to try and take care of himself when he could.

Michael was halfway to the dormitory when he heard a rustling in the nearby bushes. “Who’s there?”

Rafi stepped onto the path in front of Michael. “It’s me.”

It was the first time Michael had seen Rafi since his rescue from the cave. “I haven’t seen you around lately,” Michael said.

“I had to go away for a while, but I’m back now.”

Michael waited for Rafi to say more, but when nothing came, Michael gestured towards the dormitory. “I was on my way to watch Gunnar play some basketball.”

Although it would be polite to invite Rafi to join him, Michael didn’t feel like it. He wasn’t sure social etiquette extended to the ex-lover of your mate. With a nod, Michael tried to go around Rafi, but the weretiger stepped in front of him once again.

“He’ll tire of you,” Rafi said.

“That’s your opinion,” Michael snapped. “I’m sorry you were hurt but that’s between you and Neo.”

Rafi actually growled, in his own tiger-like way. “It’s because of you Neo ended our relationship.”

Michael sighed. He really didn’t want to get into a pissing contest with a man who could tear him apart. Maybe it was best to placate Rafi so he could go about his business. “I’m sorry. For all of it.”

The hand to the side of Michael’s face came out of nowhere. Michael fell to the ground from the force of the blow.

“One day you really will be sorry instead of insulting me with your platitudes,” Rafi hissed before storming off into the bushes from where he’d appeared.

Michael reached up and covered his stinging cheek with his hand. He carefully moved his jaw from side to side, hoping no serious damage had been done. Shit. Once again he was in a position of not knowing what to do. Michael and Neo had become so closely bonded, there was no doubt Neo had felt the slap as soon as it had happened. Fortunately, Neo would be unable to leave the house for at least another hour.

Michael was still sitting on the path, stunned, when Haig, one of Neo’s trusted guards, came towards him. He quickly tried to hide the side of his face by getting to his feet and turning to the side.

“What’s going on up here?” Haig asked. “I could smell the anger from my post.”

Was Haig the answer to his prayer, or would the werewolf insist on taking him to Neo? “Can you keep a secret?” Michael asked Haig.

“Sometimes. Depends on what it is.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Well, at least you’re honest.” He stood there for several moments before turning to face Haig. The large man’s blond eyebrows shot to his hairline. “What happened?”

“Someone hit me, but I can’t go back to the house looking like this.” Michael took a step forward. “I know my mate, and I won’t have someone die because of a simple disagreement. If I can get some ice on it maybe it won’t look so bad by the time I see Neo.”

Haig’s eyes narrowed. He lifted his head and began sniffing the air. “If it was Rafi who hit you, I doubt it was a simple disagreement. Besides, it doesn’t matter how hard he hit you, the fact that he did it at all will seal his fate in Neo’s eyes.”

Michael didn’t need to ask how Haig knew that. It was widely known around the winery that Michael had only recently replaced Rafi in Neo’s bed. It was still a sore spot with Michael, but he’d been getting better at controlling his hurt and jealousy over the weretiger. “But you agree with me on Neo’s reaction if he finds out?”

“Of course. I have my own mate, and I know what I’d do to anyone who dared lay a hand on Kern.”

“Rafi’s hurt and confused. He shouldn’t have to die because he acted out of those feelings.” Michael took another step. “I just need some ice and a place out of sight until the swelling goes down.”

Haig put his hands on his hips, drawing attention to his broad muscular chest. “I can take you to my home, Kern’s there, but I have no choice but to report this to Gunnar.”

“Okay.” Maybe Rafi would realise what he’d done and flee the vineyard before Neo found out.

Haig turned and started down the path with Michael right behind him. Instead of continuing down to the dormitory, Haig made a right towards the small stone-fronted houses built for mated Blessed Creatures.

Michael followed Haig up the steps to the front porch. Although the houses weren’t big or fancy like Neo’s, there was a charm about them that very much appealed to Michael.

When Haig opened the front door, the interior was just as homey as the exterior. “Kern,” Haig called out.

“Hang on,” a deep voice said from beyond the open floor plan of the living room and kitchen area.

Kern stepped into the room wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. “I smelled the two of you coming, so I ran in to throw some clothes on.”

Haig cleared his throat. “You’d better put on a shirt, too. I’ll probably be in enough trouble for bringing Michael here, no sense in pushing my luck.”

“What’s going on?” Kern asked.

Michael didn’t know Kern as well as some of the other guards. Except for Haig, Kern tended to keep to himself. Michael wondered if the scar running from Kern’s forehead straight down to his collarbone had something to do with it.

Haig crossed to the kitchen and opened the freezer. “Evidently Rafi’s come back.” Haig pulled out a large paper wrapped steak, the kind Michael had seen the local rancher deliver, and carried it back into the living room along with a dishtowel. “Here.”

Michael took the meat and wrapped it in the towel before carefully placing it against his cheek. He winced at the pressure against his sore face but knew he had to get the swelling down, already his eye felt puffy.

Kern disappeared and was quickly back, T-shirt in hand. He pulled the faded red shirt over his head as he neared Michael. After tilting Michael’s chin up and removing the makeshift ice pack, Kern grunted. “Well, at least he wasn’t trying to kill you. A weretiger could crush the side of your head in with one good punch.”

“That’s a nice visual,” Michael mumbled, putting the steak against his cheek once more.

Kern looked down, his piercing green eyes staring into Michael’s. “I’m saying, you should use that information when you talk to Neo. It might be enough to save Rafi’s life, but then again, if I were Neo, I’d track Rafi down and fillet him with my bare hands.”

Michael glanced at Haig. The two of them hadn’t mentioned their fear of Neo’s reaction, so how did Kern know? He started to ask, but Kern beat him to it.

“For us, it’s a natural instinct to kill what threatens our mate.” Kern glanced over Michael’s shoulder to Haig. “I’m lucky my mate is as strong as I am, but it doesn’t matter how strong or weak a mate is, the instinct is still there.”

Kern returned his attention to Michael. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

“Do you have any wine?” Michael asked. “Sorry, but I think I could use some right now.”

Kern grinned. Despite the scar running down the side of his face, the man was incredibly handsome. “Sure thing.”

Before Kern left the room, Haig pulled him into a kiss. Watching the two heavily muscled men in a passionate lip lock was sexier than hell. Michael was forced to adjust his hardening cock in his jeans.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes with Gunnar,” Haig said, breaking the kiss.

Kern watched Haig until he was out the door before retreating to the kitchen.

“How long have the two of you been together?” Michael asked when Kern handed him a glass of wine.

“We grew up together, but we didn’t actually mate until we were seventeen.” Kern took a seat in the chair across from the sofa. “We recently celebrated our four hundred and twentieth anniversary.”

“Damn. What do you get someone for that? I mean, it goes way beyond silver or gold.”

Kern chuckled and stood. Turning his back to Michael, he lifted the tight T-shirt over his head. A tree, complete with branches, leaves and roots covered Kern’s entire back. Michael’s gaze shot to the lower portion of the tattoo.

The roots were barely visible above the waist of Kern’s shorts. How far down did the roots extend?

“No, I’m not dropping my shorts,” Kern said, with an admonishing expression. “We started with a single root and have been slowly building it piece by piece each year. We’re onto the leaves now. Hopefully we’ve both got enough room for at least another four or five hundred of them.”

Michael set down his glass and stood, mesmerised by the intricate black and white design. The added leaves, in varying shades of green made the tattoo appear three-dimensional. The artist in him yearned to trace each root, each branch. “That’s fantastic,” he whispered in a reverent tone. “How did you ever come up with the design?”

Kern pulled his shirt back down and walked to the bedroom, coming back with a very old book. “This is the book of our ancestors. They worshipped the great oak.”

Michael studied the inked drawing of a giant oak tree in the front of the book. He shook his head. “Thank you so much for sharing this with me. Haig has one, too, right?”

“Yes. A fae in Ireland is the artist. He’s magnificent. Haig and I travel north every year to celebrate our anniversary.”

“Am I to guess that’s where you’re from?” Michael asked, resuming his seat on the couch.

“Yes.”

“Do you still have family there?” Michael wondered what it would feel like to have a history like those around him. Of course he had Spiro and now Neo, but he didn’t even know if he had family or ancestors. Spiro had always just told him he’d been a gift of the gods.

“No.” Kern’s entire demeanour changed. “I’d better get dressed in case we run into trouble.”

The abrupt change in Kern surprised Michael. He watched the werewolf stride from the room with purpose. Michael had a strong suspicion that purpose was to get the hell away from him. Why did he have to ask so many questions?

He picked up the frozen steak and put it against his cheek once more. The action hurt like hell. It seemed his face was becoming more sensitive as time ticked by. Now, not only did he have to worry about Rafi coming back to finish the job and Neo’s reaction to their altercation, but the fact he’d made Kern angry with him.

Deciding it would be better to wait outside, Michael stood and carried the wrapped steak back to the freezer. It was still pretty frozen, so he figured it would be okay to eat. He glanced around the warm home once more before opening the door and stepping out onto the porch. Michael considered sitting on the swing, but he no longer felt right about invading Kern and Haig’s home.

For the first time since he’d come to Le Uve del Regno, Michael realised he was the odd man out. He had no people, no history and no business poking into the lives of others, even out of friendship. The wolves already had a pack. They didn’t need him asking stupid questions.

“What the hell are you doing out here by yourself?” Gunnar yelled, running towards him with Haig on his heels.

“Where’s Kern?” Haig asked.

Michael gestured towards the house. “I think I made him mad. I didn’t mean to, I swear.” Michael shook his head and started in the direction of Neo’s house. “I’m sorry, Haig. I shouldn’t have bothered you. I’ll go tell Neo myself.”

“Don’t you dare take another step,” Gunnar growled.

Although Gunnar wasn’t his alpha, Michael almost dropped to the ground and bared his throat at the command. Damn. How did the man do that?!

“Why’re you out here?” Kern asked, coming out onto the porch.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Haig mumbled.

Gunnar stomped over and tilted Michael’s chin up, his eyes narrowing as he took in the damage wrought by Rafi’s blow. “How does it feel?”

Michael opened his mouth to downplay his injury, but before he could get the words out, Gunnar shook his finger. “Remember I can smell a lie.”

No way. Was there anything Gunnar couldn’t do? “It hurts,” Michael confessed.

Gunnar stared at Michael for several moments. “Did Rafi threaten you?”

Michael thought back to the confrontation. “He was angry.”

“That’s obvious. What. Did. He. Say?” Gunnar asked, releasing Michael’s chin.

Michael swallowed around the lump in his throat. “That someday I really would be sorry.”

Gunnar stepped back and took a deep breath. “Joseph just called. Neo’s tearing his study apart because he can’t get to you.”

“I should go then,” Michael said.

Gunnar glanced back at Haig and Kern. “No. Let me try to calm him down before he sees you. You can wait outside the house with these two.”

Michael looked at Kern. Although the man no longer appeared angry, his mood had definitely changed since Michael had asked the question about his family. Michael leant forward to whisper in Gunnar’s ear. “I’m not sure Kern wants anything more to do with me.”

“That’s not true,” Kern said.

Michael rolled his eyes. Of course Kern had to hear him. Most of the Blessed Creatures had hearing like The Six Million Dollar Man.

“I didn’t mean to make you think that,” Kern continued. “My family just isn’t up for discussion. Ever.”

Michael nodded. “I’m sorry. I’ll remember that.”

Gunnar physically turned Michael towards the main house. “Enough stalling. Let’s go.”

“You’re a pushy bastard,” Michael grumbled as he was prodded up the path by his friend. He almost called him Fido, but thought better of it with the other two guards in tow. It was one thing to tease Gunnar when they were alone, but doing it in front of Gunnar’s men wasn’t an option.

* * * *

“What the hell is taking them so long?” Neo yelled.

“I wouldn’t know, Your Highness,” Joseph replied, picking up the pieces of a broken lamp.

Neo stormed out of his study and into the informal living room. The sun was starting to set, but it would be another thirty minutes before he could venture outside to find his mate. Gunnar had assured Neo that he would find Michael and bring him to the house, but he was tired of waiting. He reached for the doorknob that led outside. With the cut glass fixture in his hand, Neo took a deep, calming breath. It was worth it to him to suffer the pain of sunburn, but he suddenly realised Michael would feel it as well, just as Neo had felt the pain his mate had experienced earlier.

Before he could make his final decision, the knob in his hand turned. Neo stepped back and Gunnar quickly stepped into the house.

“I found him at Kern and Haig’s place. He’s okay,” Gunnar said, attempting to assure Neo.

“Where is he?” Neo asked with barely restrained rage. “I specifically gave you orders to bring him to me.”

“And I did. He’s just outside with Kern and Haig.” Gunnar put a hand on Neo’s shoulder. “However. We’ve been friends long enough for me to know you’ll scare him in this state. You have to calm down or he’ll be afraid to come to you with a problem in the future.”

“Don’t tell me how to deal with my mate!” Neo bellowed.

Gunnar’s eyes narrowed. “I’m trying to save your ass. So shut up and listen to me.”

Neo’s fangs dropped at the reprimand. “Bring Michael in or prepare to die,” he growled.

The door behind Gunnar opened and Michael rushed into the room. “That’s enough!” Michael turned and pointed at Gunnar. “I appreciate your help, but you will not speak that way to him.”

Gunnar opened his mouth to argue, but Michael shook his head and opened the door, gesturing for Gunnar to leave. “You’re one of my best friends, but I won’t let you ruin the relationship you’ve built with Neo over this. Now, please leave so I can try to calm this situation down before it gets even more out of hand.”

Gunnar’s gaze broke from Michael to stare at Neo. “Call me when I’m needed.”

Neo nodded. Fighting with his head of security wouldn’t keep Michael any safer, in fact, it could possibly have the opposite effect.

Gunnar gave Michael and Neo a short nod before leaving the house.

Michael shut the door and turned towards Neo.  “And you,” he levelled his gaze on Neo, “will calm the fuck down. I’m fine. I was hit, yes, but nothing’s broken.”

Neo barely waited for Michael to finish the sentence before pulling him into his arms. He’d been so worried he couldn’t speak. For the first time since he’d awoken, his skin no longer felt like it wanted to separate from his body. He buried his face against Michael’s neck and inhaled the scent of his mate.

Without waiting for permission, Neo bit into the familiar smelling flesh. The blood that poured into his mouth wasn’t as sweet as it usually was, confirming to him Michael was in more pain than he would lead Neo to believe.

Michael tilted his head to the side and threaded his fingers through Neo’s hair. “I’m okay,” Michael whispered.

Neo withdrew his fangs and sealed the cut with a quick swipe of his tongue. When he pulled back to look down into the gorgeous face he’d come to love even more than his beloved grapes, he was shocked. Neo ran a hand down the side of Michael’s face. “You’ve healed.”

Michael’s blond brows drew together as he also reached to touch his cheek. “That must’ve been some bite.”

It was further evidence the two of them were meant to be together. Although it was widely known a vampire’s blood could heal a person, as far as Neo knew, a vampire’s bite didn’t. “We are truly connected,” Neo said in awe.

Michael grinned and stood on his tiptoes to kiss Neo’s chin. “I tried to tell you that.”

Neo bent down and scooped Michael off the floor and into his arms. As he carried his mate up the staircase, he lovingly lectured Michael. “See? Had you come to me straight away, you would not have had to suffer for so long.”

“I see that now, but I was afraid.”

“You thought I would hurt you?”

“No, but I’m still worried about what you might do to Rafi,” Michael explained.

Neo almost dropped Michael before he reached the bed. In his haste to reassure himself of Michael’s well-being, he’d almost forgotten about the man who had hurt Michael in the first place. His arms tightened as he thought about Rafi laying a hand on Michael. “So it was Rafi?”

Michael hit Neo’s chest with his fist. “Put me down. You’re about to break my ribs.”

Neo settled Michael onto the mattress. “Why did he strike you?”

“He’s hurt, Neo. People do stupid things when they get their heart broken.”

Listening to Michael try and defend Rafi’s actions didn’t sit well with Neo. Perhaps he needed to remind his mate exactly where his loyalties should lay? With a tug, he tore off his shirt, sending buttons flying. “Are you attracted to him?” he asked, unzipping his pants and pushing them off.

“What? No,” Michael said with a shake of his head.

Naked, Neo reached down and began undressing Michael. In his haste to once again stake his claim, Neo flipped Michael over without even bothering with his mate’s shirt. “You’re mine,” he growled, pouring lube down the crack of Michael’s ass.

“I know that,” Michael squeaked as Neo entered him without taking the time to stretch him.

Neo grabbed Michael’s hips and drove his cock in as deep as he could. With his balls nestled against Michael’s body, Neo bent over and nipped Michael’s shoulder blade. He pulled Michael to the edge of the bed.

Michael tucked his knees under himself, lifted his ass even higher. “Only you,” Michael groaned.

The new position allowed Neo to plough even deeper into Michael’s hole. He rimmed the stretched skin that surrounded his cock with his finger. “Your body was made for my cock,” he reminded Michael.

“Is that all I was made for?” Michael asked, glancing over his shoulder.

Despite his need to drive in and out of Michael’s body, Neo could see the mixed emotions in his mate’s expression. Once again, Neo leant down, only this time he stretched out to Michael’s mouth, sliding his tongue between Michael’s lips. He plundered Michael’s mouth as he ground his cock into Michael’s hole.

Breaking the kiss, Neo licked his mate’s bottom lip. “You fill my heart with sunshine,” he whispered against Michael’s lips.

Obviously pleased with the sentiment, Michael smiled, the sparkle returning to his eyes. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Neo bit Michael’s neck once more, scraping his fangs over the skin before he sliced through it. Never again would he have need of the Liquid Crimson he’d spent so many years developing. All he needed was this man under him.

Neo had sampled Michael’s special blood nightly since tasting it for the first time weeks earlier. Unlike humans, Michael’s blood seemed to replenish itself within hours. The increased production allowed Neo to drink from his lover as often as he wished. He licked the wounds shut before standing to his full height.

“Thank you,” Neo said to Michael and the gods. With a hand to Michael’s back, he pressed his mate’s torso down on the bed and began to move. He slid his cock out before surging back in, delighted at the lustful groan that erupted from Michael. “Harder?”

“Yessss,” Michael hissed.

The taste of Michael’s blood still clung to his tongue as he began a hard, fast rhythm, delighting in Michael’s verbal responses.

“I’m yours… Yes… Fuck me!” Michael cried, reaching between his legs to stroke himself.

Michael’s body gripped Neo’s cock each time he tried to pull out, before relaxing again as Neo surged back in. If it weren’t for the healing power of Neo’s bite, he had no doubt his young mate would be bruised by the intensity of the fucking. The realisation that he didn’t have to make love to Michael with kid gloves was a huge turn on.

What would his workers say if Neo stripped Michael and fucked him in the vineyard at will? Did he care? Le Uve del Regno was his home, his property. There was no one to say what he could or couldn’t do on land that he’d owned for centuries. If the weres who worked for him didn’t like it, they could pack their bags. Suddenly, a whole new world seemed to open for Neo. The idea that the two of them could engage in sex at will, fuelled Neo’s lust.

He scraped his short nails down Michael’s back. “Love fucking you.”

Michael cried his release as his body clamped down on Neo’s cock. Neo reached under Michael and gathered the cum from his lover’s hand before lifting it to his lips. One by one he licked his fingers clean as his body prepared to fill his mate’s ass with his seed.

“Mine,” he growled once more as he erupted, shooting deep inside Michael. His body bucked as the climax continued, forcing some of the spent semen to drip out of Michael’s hole to the sheet below.

Still buried inside Michael, Neo collapsed on top of him and rolled them both to their sides. He licked the back of Michael’s neck as his body slowly calmed.

“You can bite me again if you need to,” Michael mumbled sleepily.

Neo kissed Michael’s neck before moving his head to rest on the pillow. “I’m well fed. Why don’t you take a nap before dinner?”

Michael grunted and within moments, Neo heard a soft snore coming from his mate. He continued to hold Michael for several minutes before carefully pulling out and away. Dealing with Rafi would best be done while his lover slept.

Chapter Six

Showered and dressed, Neo opened the back door. He stepped out onto the stone patio and went to stand beside Gunnar. “I figured you’d be out here.”

“What can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment.” Gunnar rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Rafi’s gone, by the way.”

Neo nodded and gestured to the chairs in front of the fire. It was a cool winter night and Joseph already had a roaring blaze burning in the large outdoor fireplace. Neo crossed his legs and stared into the flames. The first attack on Michael had come at the hands of an outsider, but this one bothered Neo more because it came from one of his own. “Make sure everyone knows that Rafi is no longer welcome here. Ever.”

“I figured as much, but I knew it wasn’t my place to issue the order until I received it from you.”

“Twice I failed to protect Michael.” Neo levelled his gaze on Gunnar. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Can we handle this with our own men or should I bring in additional guards?”

It was to Gunnar’s credit that he didn’t immediately answer out of pride, but took the time to weigh the security forces already in place versus the potential threats. Gunnar broke eye contact and stood. He walked to the edge of the stone patio, back to Neo and gazed out over the vineyard. “I think we need a few specialised guards, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Why? What’re you proposing?” The hair on the back of Neo’s neck prickled.

“My wolves are stretched pretty thin since the LaMont coven decided to target Michael. The cats are good workers, but easily distracted when it comes to holding a guard post.”

With his hands stuffed into his front pockets, Gunnar turned to face Neo. “I think we need strong guards who are used to functioning at night.”

Neo’s eyes narrowed. The answer to their problem was the one species he loathed. “Vampires.”

Gunnar nodded. “I know the thought of bringing vampires into your home turns your stomach, but there are some good, trustworthy men out there who would be perfect for the job. Besides, who better to fight the LaMont coven than one of their own species?”

Neo’s immediate reaction was no. He’d never liked vampires so how could he trust them to keep his mate safe? However, he believed in Gunnar’s instincts. Despite his personal feelings, in the end, it boiled down to what was best for Michael. “Where would we get these trustworthy vampires?”

“There are a few who work for the Realm,” Gunnar offered.

Neo shook his head. “I’d rather not bring the Realm into this. Besides, if I’m going to allow vampires on Le Uve del Regno, I’d prefer to have enough to do the job right.”

He ran his hands through his hair. The only place to go for help was the Clan of Kildare, the ruling family of vampiric society. “Do you think Ian Kildare will loan me some of his guards? The man can’t stand me.”

“You’re right and with good reason since you’ve been very vocal of your loathing of his people. However, this is your chance to not only bridge the gap between Kildare’s family and the Realm, but it will be good publicity for the vampires. There are a lot of Blessed Creatures who don’t trust them. It would give Kildare a chance to do something good for the Realm.”

Neo had met Ian Kildare on several occasions. Before his capture and torture at the hands of Francois LaMont, Neo had actually enjoyed the man’s company. When Ian visited the Realm after Neo’s rescue, Neo refused to see the vampire King, thus creating a rift between the Realm and the Clan of Kildare.

Dammit. Neo stood and addressed Gunnar. “I’ll see if I can get a meeting with Ian.”

“And in the meantime, I’ll talk to the guards to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

Conversation over, Neo went to check on Michael. Neo sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at his mate. Michael’s brow was furrowed in sleep, leading Neo to wonder what the man was dreaming of. He smoothed his thumb tenderly over Michael’s forehead until the worry lines relaxed. Before leaving the room, Neo placed a soft kiss on Michael’s plump pink lips.

He found Joseph in the study trying to clean away the mess Neo had made earlier. Neo cleared his throat and waited for Joseph to look up. “I’ll take care of the rest,” he told his long-time employee. It was as close to an apology as he would come. He wasn’t sorry he’d lost control and destroyed the room. It was that or risk running out into the sunlight after his mate, but he didn’t expect Joseph to clean up his mess.

“It’s my job, Your Highness,” Joseph answered.

“Thank you but not this time.” Neo ushered Joseph out of the room by throwing him a cookie. “I would imagine Michael will be hungry when he wakes from his nap. Perhaps you could make him some of the chicken parmigiana he likes so much.”

Joseph scowled, knowing full well what Neo was up to but left anyway. Once he was alone, Neo stood in the centre of the room and closed his eyes. He didn’t use his fae powers often, but he really needed the room put back to rights before he summoned Ian Kildare.

Concentrating on the memory of the room before his tantrum, Neo’s skin broke out in gooseflesh as the magic swirled in an iridescent light around him. When he opened his eyes, Neo sighed, satisfied. He picked up the phone and stared at the keypad. “Okay. Now for the hard part.”

* * * *

Michael dressed in a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms and one of his white undershirts after Joseph had delivered his dinner. He’d told Joseph before that he didn’t need to bring food to him, he was perfectly capable of eating in the kitchen with him, but Joseph wouldn’t have it.

Carrying the tray into the kitchen, Michael set it on the counter. “That was fabulous. Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Joseph said with a smile.

Michael started to walk out of the kitchen. “Neo in the study?”

“Yes, but His Highness is in a meeting at the moment.”

Michael turned to regard Joseph. “A meeting? With who?”

“A vampire by the name of Ian Kildare, his head of security and Gunnar.”

“Ian’s here?” Michael smiled. He hadn’t seen Ian in quite a few years, but he liked the King very much.

“Thanks,” he called as he ran back to his bedroom to change. He pulled on a pair of jeans and an indigo blue dress shirt before tying his hair back at the nape of his neck.

Approaching the study door, Michael pressed his ear against the carved wood, listening for any arguments. It was widely known Neo and Ian didn’t get along, so why was he here? With a deep breath, Michael knocked on the door.

Gunnar opened the door and stared down at Michael. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good. Joseph said Ian was here. Do you think it would be okay to come in and say hi?” Michael asked.

“You know the King?” Gunnar questioned.

“Yeah, why, does that surprise you?”

“Who is it, Gunnar?” Neo asked.

Gunnar stepped back and opened the door for Michael to enter the room. “Michael. He’d like to say hello to King Kildare.”

Michael glanced at Neo to make sure he wasn’t overstepping. “Do you mind?”

Neo rose and crossed the room to Michael’s side. “Not at all. Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” Michael lied. Although he’d tried to eat the wonderful meal Joseph had prepared, he couldn’t stomach more than a couple of bites. He’d ended up flushing the majority of his dinner down the toilet to save Joseph’s feelings.

“It’s good to see you again, Michael,” Ian said, joining them.

Michael dipped his head in reverence to Ian’s position. “Good to see you, too.” Michael glanced around the room. He spotted Ramiro Delgado and knew it wasn’t an ordinary meeting. Ramiro rarely, if ever, left Kildare Castle. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Neo put his arm around Michael’s waist and kissed the top of his head. “I’ve asked Ian for help in protecting you.”

Michael was stunned. He knew what it had taken for Neo to go to the vampires for help. “Do you think that’s necessary?”

“Yes,” Ramiro said from his position by the fireplace.

As the Clan of Kildare’s head of security, Ramiro answered to no one except Ian. Michael had only met the handsome Spaniard on one occasion and that had been enough as far as he was concerned. Gruff didn’t begin to describe the six-foot six-inch man. Ramiro had picked up the nickname Ram over the years. Michael supposed it had something to do with the fact Ramiro was always butting heads with the other vampires in the court.

Michael looked up into Neo’s eyes. “I really don’t think we’ll see Rafi again. Please don’t go to all this trouble.”

Neo pulled Michael against his chest. “Rafi is only one problem we have to keep an eye out for. There are four vampires left in Francois LaMonts’ coven. If what Liam told you is true, we should expect attempts on your life from the other four.”

Michael shook his head. “I’ll go crazy if you surround me with guards every time I step outside. How am I supposed to paint with someone staring at me? And what about my daily runs?”

“During the daylight hours, we only have Rafi to worry about. I think if we position Gunnar’s guards along the path, you should be fine. However, after dark, you will not be allowed outside without an escort,” Neo explained.

Michael’s first reaction was to stomp his foot but since he rarely ventured out at night without Neo anyway, it didn’t seem like such a hardship. He nodded his head in acceptance of the new restrictions. If Neo could welcome vampires onto the vineyard for the sake of Michael’s safety, he would try to follow the new rules. “How many of your men will you be stationing here?” Michael asked Ian.

“Ten, including Ramiro,” Ian answered.

Michael’s gaze swung, once again, to the handsome Spaniard. “Ramiro’s staying?”

Ramiro finally stepped towards Michael. “I welcome the opportunity to put an end to LaMont’s coven. They are abominations as far as I’m concerned.”

“But they’re vampires. Like you,” Michael commented.

“They’re nothing like me!” Ramiro growled. “They are weak minded. They have to be to follow a man like Francois. He was a sadistic sonofabitch who believed in pain instead of praise. The four who are left are like rabid dogs left without a Master to cage them.”

Michael’s eyes rounded at the vehemence in Ramiro’s words. Ian’s head of security always struck Michael as the strong-silent-type.

“Just so we’re clear,” Gunnar jumped in, staring straight at Ramiro. “You are in charge of your men, but I am in charge of security for Le Uve del Regno. Decisions concerning Michael or Neo go through me. Understand?”

Ramiro’s black eyes narrowed to mere slits as he took a step towards Gunnar. The two men stared at each other for several moments, neither of them backing down.

“Enough,” Ian said.

Neo stepped forward to diffuse the tense situation. He placed a hand on Ramiro’s and Gunnar’s shoulders. “The two of you will have to work together. Remember, Michael’s life is at stake as well as putting an end to LaMont’s coven.”

When neither man broke eye contact, Neo moved between them, facing Gunnar. “Please. I need you to work with Ramiro. We need him.”

Gunnar stared at Neo for several moments before giving his boss a sharp nod. “Very well.”

Michael released the breath he’d been holding. “Would anyone care for a glass of wine?”

* * * *

The following evening, Neo stood on the patio with the fireplace at his back. He needed to feed the newly arrived guards from the Clan of Kildare before they started taking bites of his employees. “Joseph,” he called.

Joseph appeared in the doorway. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“See that a case of Liquid Crimson is delivered to Ramiro Delgado for his men.”

“Very well.”

“Joseph,” Neo said once more before Joseph could leave. “Make arrangements for more donors. We’ll be feeding ten vampires instead of one. And send Michael out as soon as he’s finished dinner.”

When Joseph didn’t answer, Neo turned to look at his butler. “Something wrong?”

“Master Michael isn’t eating well, Your Highness. I just thought you should know,” Joseph explained.

“What do you mean he’s not eating well?” Michael hadn’t mentioned not feeling well.

“I’ve seen him hide his food. He obviously doesn’t want me to know that his appetite seems to be diminishing.”

Neo nodded. “Thank you for telling me.” Joseph left and Neo settled into one of the chairs by the fire. It was possible Michael didn’t need as much food as he used to. Each time Neo drank from his mate, they both became more energized.

“Hey,” Michael greeted, coming out onto the patio.

Neo opened his arms. “Come sit with me by the fire.”

Michael straddled Neo’s lap and leant in for a kiss. Opening immediately, Neo accepted his lover’s tongue, savouring the taste of the sweet and spicy spaghetti sauce still clinging to Michael’s mouth.

Neo pulled back and smiled. “You taste like tomatoes and garlic.”

“I’m sorry,” Michael said, covering his mouth.

Shaking his head, Neo chuckled and removed Michael’s hand. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I had pasta and sauce? Kissing you is the closest I’ve come in centuries.” Neo gave Michael another deep kiss. “And I love it.”

Michael wiggled his hips, pressing his ass against Neo’s hardening cock. “What else do you love?”

Neo unbuttoned Michael’s shirt and ran his hands over his mate’s leanly muscled chest and stomach. “I love this nipple right here,” Neo said, kissing Michael’s chest. “But not as much as I love this one.” Neo moved to the left nipple and scraped his teeth over the pebbled nub before soothing the pink disk with his tongue.

“Mmm,” Michael moaned, arching his back. “Do that again, only harder this time.”

Neo took the plea to heart and scraped his fangs down the skin of Michael’s neck to his chest, nicking the pebbled nub before pulling back. He groaned as rivulets of blood trickled down to paint Michael’s pink nipple red. “So sexy. So delicious.” Neo lapped hungrily at the warm blood, savouring the taste of the man he loved.

Michael grabbed Neo’s hair and pulled his head back. “Bite me,” he growled.

Lust, stronger than he’d ever experienced, enveloped Neo in a cocoon of need. Suddenly he couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. Michael’s shirt was ripped from his body and thrown to the patio as Neo carried his lover to the grass. Watching the blood continue to drip from the wounds inflicted earlier, Neo licked his lips. “You look good enough to eat.”

Michael reached down and fumbled with his jeans until he had them off. “So eat me already.”

Neo’s chuckle turned into a moan as he stared down at the pulsing cock between Michael’s legs. His gaze zeroed in on the dark blue vein at the top of Michael’s thigh. Gods he wanted to sink his teeth in and never stop drinking. Neo knelt between his mate’s legs and bathed Michael’s balls with his mouth before licking a path down to the tempting vein.

Michael splayed himself further apart and pressed Neo’s face against the juncture of his thigh and groin. “Do it,” he groaned.

After a teasing scrape of his teeth, Neo sliced through the skin to the nectar within. Blood, sweeter than Liquid Crimson pumped into his mouth as he sucked, leading Neo to thank the gods once more for their precious gift. He used his nails to scrape the skin on Michael’s ribcage, bringing gooseflesh up on Michael’s skin.

The smell of the fresh blood filled the air as Neo licked the wound on Michael’s thigh to seal it. “Thank you,” he whispered as he always did after Michael fed him.

Neo sat back on his heels and shook his head. At some point during the feeding, Michael had come. The proof of his mate’s climax was splattered over Michael’s chest, mixing with the blood. The combination of his two favourite things was too much to ignore. Neo reached down and removed his cock from his pants and wrapped his hands around its girth. “Is this for me?” he asked, drawing his tongue through the thick pools of cum and blood.

Before Michael could answer, Ramiro appeared. The visitor cleared his throat. “You’re sending my men into a frenzied-state. I realise this is your home, but I can’t expect them to just ignore the smell of Michael’s blood when it so prominently fills the air.”

Cock still in hand, Neo narrowed his eyes and tried to cover Michael’s nude body from Ramiro’s steady gaze. “I will kill anyone who dares to touch him.”

“I understand that, Your Highness. I’m simply asking you to take him inside. At least until he stops bleeding,” Ramiro added.

Michael reached up and ran his hand down Neo’s cheek. “Take me to bed.”

Neo brushed his nose against Michael’s. “Anything you want, love.” He glanced back up at Ramiro. “Turn away so I can get him inside.”

Ramiro grinned but turned and walked away.

Neo stood and tried to stuff his erection back into his pants before bending over to scoop Michael off the grass. “You’re a beautiful mess.”

Michael chuckled. “Then I’m sure I’ll look even more beautiful before our night’s over.”

* * * *

Michael waved to Haig as he made his third trip around the vineyard.

“It’s a hot one today,” Haig said from his post.

“Sure is. Feels great,” Michael answered without breaking stride. Although the winter months were normally cold and grey, he’d awoken to sunshine. Instead of wearing his usual workout pants and jacket, Michael opted for shorts and a thin, sleeveless T-shirt.

“You might want to take a break,” Haig called after him. “You’re starting to look a little pink.”

Michael waved off Haig’s concerns. He was only planning one more lap on his daily jog so it would be pointless to stop and cool down before he finished. As his feet ate up the dirt track he’d worn through the grass, Michael’s thoughts turned to Neo.

It had been a week since the vampires from the Clan of Kildare had come to the vineyard. Michael was surprised Neo handled the proximity as well as he did. He’d even shared a glass of Liquid Crimson with Ramiro the previous evening. Michael held no illusions that the two men would become good friends, but getting to know a vampire who was nothing like Francois LaMont was good for Neo.

The toe of Michael’s sneaker hit a rock and he stumbled forward, barely catching himself before he fell to the ground. After regaining his balance, Michael bent over and braced his hands on his knees for several deep breaths. He glanced up at the sun and shook his head. Despite the temperature only hovering around fifty-three degrees, it felt closer to ninety to Michael.

Michael had noticed the heat getting to him several days earlier when the sun came out for the first time in almost a month. He thought the lighter running clothes would make a difference, but as he started off down the path, he was beginning to question himself.

Suddenly each step felt like twenty as he made his way down the row of sleeping grape vines. When he once again tripped over a stone, that wouldn’t have given him a thought a week earlier, Michael couldn’t right himself in time and fell to the ground. The soft fertile soil cushioned his impact but left his skin raw where it slid across the dirt before he was able to come to a stop.

Winded, Michael rolled to his side. He was within a hundred yards of the house, but too exhausted to stand and his skin hurt, like it was too tight. He crawled to an area dappled with patches of shade. Maybe if he rested for a few minutes he’d find he’d simply over-exerted himself.

Chapter Seven

“Where’s Michael?” Neo asked Joseph upon entering the kitchen.

Joseph spun around, his eyes wide. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I wasn’t expecting you to wake so early.”

It was a few minutes after three in the afternoon, the earliest Neo had been awake since he’d been turned into a vampire. He felt a sense of doom in his gut, but didn’t want to alarm Joseph. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

Joseph nodded, but offered nothing more.

“Michael?” Neo prompted.

“Oh.” Joseph glanced around the kitchen, obviously in thought. “I haven’t seen him since he went out for his daily run.”

The news further fuelled Neo’s unease. “Search the house. I’ll call Gunnar.”

Neo left the kitchen and strode to his study. He unplugged the cell phone from its charger and punched in Gunnar’s number, surprised when it went directly to voicemail. “Call me immediately!” he barked into the phone and hung up.

Neo began to pace around the room, eventually ending up in front of the heavily-draped window. Before moving the curtains aside, he pulled a pair of dark sunglasses from his desk and put them on as well as a long black duster. Neo’s stomach began to roil with each second that passed. Something was definitely wrong.

With a deep breath and shaking hands, Neo opened the curtains enough to see outside. Even with the dark glasses in place, it took several moments for Neo’s eyes to become accustomed to the bright sunlight. He tried to keep the bare skin of his hands hidden within the drapes as he scanned the area.

The vineyard that he knew like no one else seemed different at first glance, but Neo couldn’t put his finger on it. The answer is within the rows, he told himself. “There,” he shouted when he spotted the lump.

Neo’s heart seemed to stop beating when he realised the lump was Michael. Without thought for his own safety, Neo went to the set of French doors and ran out of the house. “Michael,” he yelled, running towards the man he loved.

He dropped to his knees as soon as he reached Michael. “What have you done to yourself?” he whispered upon seeing Michael’s red, blistered skin.

Michael opened his eyes only enough for Neo to see the pale blue colouring. “Help me,” he gasped.

When Neo tried to lift the smaller man into his arms, Michael screamed in agony. “No! Hurts!”

Neo released Michael and stood, tearing the long coat from his body. He placed the coat over Michael’s burned body. “Help!” he screamed before returning his attention to Michael. He lifted the edge of the coat. “It’s okay, baby, we’ll get you inside.”

“Where are you?” Gunnar yelled.

“Here.” Neo stood long enough to wave down his head of security.

“We’ll have to use my coat as a stretcher,” Neo informed Gunnar.

“What happened?” Gunnar asked as he helped slide the coat under Michael’s body.

“I don’t know. I woke up knowing something was wrong. I tried to call you but it went to voicemail. Then I looked out the window and saw him.”

“I was on the phone talking to an informant who has a lead on where we might find LaMont’s coven. I didn’t get off until I heard you yell.” Gunnar removed his shirt and draped it over Michael’s face and shoulders. He suddenly stopped what he was doing and stared at Neo. “Why aren’t you burning?”

“What?” Neo asked. It was then that he realised the sun didn’t seem to be affecting him at all. He held out his hand and stared at it, no blisters, no ugly red welts. Neo glanced back down at Michael. “Fuck. Come on, help me carry him inside.”

With Gunnar on one end and Neo at the other, they quickly got Michael inside. Joseph came running as soon as he heard Michael cry out in pain. “What’s happened?”

“He’s burned. Summon Spiro.” With a jerk of his head, Neo motioned for Gunnar to continue down the hall towards the staircase. “Let’s get him in the tub.”

“Help me,” Michael gasped as Neo and Gunnar jostled him while climbing the stairs.

“We’re trying, love, please just stay with me.”

“Hurts so bad.” When a tear rolled down the side of Michael’s face, he cried out once more. “burns.”

“Try not to cry. The salt will only make it hurt more,” Neo explained.

Once in the bathroom, Gunnar set about filling the large tub with cool water as Neo found a pair of scissors and began to cut away Michael’s clothes. He didn’t like the thought of Gunnar seeing Michael naked, but it couldn’t be helped. “Let me step in and then we’ll lift Michael into the tub.”

Gunnar nodded and did as asked. Once Michael was settled with his back against Neo’s chest, Neo and Gunnar worked together to free Michael of the coat. “Go get a glass from the kitchen,” Neo ordered.

As soon as Gunnar fled the room, Spiro materialised, a small vial of clear sparkling liquid in his hand. “Here. Hold his mouth open,” Spiro said, tipping the vial towards Michael’s lips.

“What is it?” Neo asked. He wasn’t sure where to grab Michael, every inch of his face was so badly burnt. The last thing he wanted was to cause his beloved more pain.

“Here,” Spiro grunted, grabbing Michael’s face and pulling his jaw down.

Michael screamed as the brittle skin stretched and split in several places. Spiro ignored Michael’s plea and poured the liquid down his throat. Michael sputtered for a few moments before closing his mouth.

Spiro released Michael and sat back on the tiled floor. “He’ll be okay in a few hours.”

“What did you give him?” Neo asked again.

Spiro closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the vanity. “Something I made in my laboratory but hoped I’d never have to use.”

“You didn’t answer my fucking question. What was in that vile?”

Gunnar came back into the room carrying a large glass. “Here. Joseph wants to know if you need anything else.”

“No. Thank you.” Neo wasn’t happy with his head of security. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Gunnar bowed and exited the room.

“It’s not his fault,” Spiro said.

“Then whose fault is it? Mine?” Neo asked. He began to pour cool water over Michael’s body as his love drifted in and out of consciousness.

“Michael’s changing,” Spiro answered.

“Into what?” Neo’s greatest fear slapped him in the face. “I haven’t allowed him to drink from me.”

Spiro shook his head. “Michael isn’t human so you wouldn’t have to exchange blood to turn him. His body is assimilating, becoming one with yours. It was a way for the gods to give you back some of what LaMont took from you.”

“Like sunlight?” Neo held up his hand. “I was outside, unprotected for more than ten minutes and nothing, not even pink.”

Spiro’s expression turned thoughtful. “It’ll only get better the longer you love and feed from Michael. It may take a few years, but you will eventually be able to do all the things you did before your capture.”

Eating real food was the first thought to pop into Neo’s head. To sit down like a civilised man and have a real dinner at the dining table. He found himself wistful, longing for the day when he could feel like his old self. “I’ll like that,” he confessed.

“Of course you will,” Spiro answered. He stood and bent over the tub to smooth his fingertips across Michael’s cheek. “Shedding the vampire within yourself has always been the most important thing to you.” Spiro glanced up to meet Neo’s gaze. “You’ve been given a true gift that will allow that to happen. It’s up to you to take care of Michael long enough to see that day.”

“Wait,” Neo called when Spiro started to fade. “What else should I do for Michael? You never told me what was in that medicine.”

“Dry him and put him to bed. He’ll need more sleep over the next several days.”

Before Neo could say more, Spiro was gone. Neo looked down at Michael. He couldn’t see his mate’s face, but the blisters on his arms and legs already looked better. Neo gently poured another cup of water over the burned flesh. What changes were taking place within the man that he loved? Spiro didn’t say, but Neo hoped strong sun block and proper body covering would still allow Michael to enjoy the sunshine.

Neo sighed. Michael’s gift of sunlight was more than Neo had ever hoped for. If not, Neo knew he would never again walk in the sunshine without a heavy heart. A gift, such as he’d been given, deserved to be shared between two people in love. Without Michael by his side, daylight would hold no meaning for him.

* * * *

“This hat makes me look stupid,” Michael grumbled. It was bad enough that he’d been told to wear jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

Neo wrapped his arms around Michael. He ducked under the wide brim of the straw hat and kissed him. “Sorry, but I’m not taking any more chances with you.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said last time,” he quipped. As soon as the words were out he gasped. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault.”

Neo said nothing for several moments. One side of his mouth eventually lifted into a half-smile. “I know you didn’t, but you’re right, I have said that too many times without following through on my promise. I’m truly sorry for that.”

Michael shook his head. The last thing he wanted was for Neo to feel guilty. In the week since Neo had risked his life to rescue him, Michael had begged Neo to go out and enjoy the sunshine. Each time Neo refused, saying that he wouldn’t go out until he could take Michael with him. It might have seemed like a simple thing to some people, but Michael knew how much Neo had missed moving around in the daylight hours.

“What’re we going to do?” Michael asked as Neo opened the door and ushered him out.

“I don’t know,” Neo answered. “I think I’d like to walk around if you think you’re up to it.”

“I’m fine.” Michael’s burns had healed within forty-eight hours, but it had taken him longer to regain his strength. He glanced at the setting sun. “You know, there’s probably only about forty-five minutes of daylight left. We should’ve come out earlier.”

Neo threaded his fingers through Michael’s as they walked down the path. “I’m still not convinced it’s safe for either of us. Since the sun is weaker at this time of day, I thought it would be a good test.”

Strolling towards the valley beyond the mated employee housing, Neo slowed his pace. Michael stopped and looked up at the man he loved. “Something wrong?”

His eyes shimmering with unshed tears, Neo shook his head. “It’s the first time I’ve seen my beloved Le Uve del Regno in the sunlight. It’s more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

Michael gazed at the landscape. Although a light snow had fallen only a month earlier, the terraced hills were varying shades of green, the tall cypress standing sentinel around the perimeter of the vineyard. “When I first came here, I thought of those trees up there as prison guards.”

Neo’s hand landed on the small of Michael’s back. “You didn’t like it here?”

Michael shook his head. “It wasn’t that. I mean, it’s gorgeous, no one could deny that, but I was…lonely. In the Realm people wanted me around. They valued my opinion, they thought I was funny.” Michael shrugged. “I felt like I’d given everything up for a man who didn’t even want me here.”

“But you stayed anyway,” Neo reminded Michael.

Grinning, Michael wrapped his arms around Neo’s waist. “Of course I did. I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving Sema.”

Neo chuckled and kissed the top of Michael’s head. “You like my big pussycat don’t you?”

“I love your big pussycat, and I hate to tell you this, but I think he likes me better than he does you.”

“No way. I rescued Sema from a horrible man who used to beat him. Sema may be a cat, but he understands more than you think he does.”

Nestled against Neo’s chest, Michael hummed his contentment. Although Neo still refused his role as king of the Blessed Creatures, his heart seemed bigger than his stubbornness. Caring for the well-being of all of God’s creatures was the most important aspect of leading them. Spiro had done a good job in Neo’s absence, but he lacked the resolute quality that came so naturally to Neo.

The back of Neo’s hand pressed against Michael’s cheek. “How’re you feeling?”

“Great.”

“Tell me if your skin starts to tingle. That’s usually the first sign that you’re burning.”

Michael chuckled and pressed his half-hard cock against Neo’s thigh. “Oh, there’s some tingling going on but it’s in a place that’s modestly covered, however, you can check it if you want.”

Reaching between them, Neo unzipped Michael’s jeans and wrapped his hand around Michael’s hardening cock. “Feels perfectly healthy to me.”

Michael moaned when Neo started to stroke him, heedless of who might see. “The sun’s going down. Please let me take off this girly hat.”

Neo’s hand released Michael’s cock and zipped up his jeans. “Come on.”

“If leaving the hat on will get me off faster, I’ll leave the sonofabitch on,” Michael protested as he was led further down the path.

With a chuckle and shake of his head, Neo continued to pull Michael along by the hand. “Where are we going?” Michael asked, feeling like a schoolboy being led to the principal’s office.

Neo led Michael behind an old stone building and stopped. Before Michael could ask, Neo turned him to face the stone wall. “Hold on.”

Michael heard a zipper slide down moments before his own jeans were unzipped and pushed down to his ankles along with his underwear. Neo pulled one of Michael’s legs out of the wad of clothes and repositioned him.

“Perfect,” Neo whispered when Michael was spread with his ass tilted towards the sunset and his hands still gripping the stone wall. Neo rubbed his face against Michael’s neck, inhaling his scent. “Will you let me fuck you in the glow of the setting sun?”

Michael turned his head and captured Neo’s mouth in a deep kiss. “Did you bring lube?”

Neo shook his head and grinned before pulling Michael’s T-shirt over his head. “Do you mind?”

The few times they’d had sex without lube had been fantastic. Michael enjoyed the feel of Neo’s tongue as it applied spit to his hole almost as much as the burn created by Neo’s thick cock pressing into him. “Do it,” he pleaded.

“I’ve been thinking of this since our last blood play,” Neo whispered. He lifted Michael’s curls off the back of his neck and bit, sucking only enough blood to give Michael the shot of adrenaline that usually accompanied Neo’s feedings.

Michael tilted his head forward and moaned. Neo removed his teeth from Michael’s neck and moved straight down to the area between his shoulder blades. When the tips of Neo’s fangs barely pierced the skin, Michael knew what was coming and welcomed it with open arms. He spread his legs further apart and bowed his back as Neo scraped a path straight down the left side of Michael’s spine.

“So beautiful,” Neo said when he reached the top of Michael’s butt. He spread the cheeks of Michael’s ass and groaned.

Michael could only imagine what he looked like from behind. He felt the blood trickling down his back only to be channelled to the crack of his ass. Neo’s tongue began lapping at the fresh blood as it ran over Michael’s hole. He didn’t know what it was about Neo and being outside, but the fresh air seemed to make his mate kinkier than ever. “How do I taste?”

Neo moaned and opened Michael’s hole with his burrowing tongue. The sensation was incredible, but Michael wanted, no needed, Neo’s cock. “Fuck me.”

After several more thrusts with his tongue, Neo spat into Michael’s hole. He licked his way up Michael’s back, sealing the wounds before pressing himself against Michael’s body. With an arm wrapped around Michael’s chest, Neo guided his cock to the spit soaked hole. “I love you,” Neo whispered as he thrust inside.

“Uuhhhh,” Michael cried as he tilted his head back to rest against Neo’s sturdy frame.

Once Neo was buried balls deep in Michael’s ass, he released the root of his cock to reach around and encircle Michael’s. “Your ass is the only Realm I want to command.”

Michael grinned. “Are you trying to say my ass is yours to boss around?”

Neo began to thrust his cock in and out of Michael’s body. “Commanding isn’t about bossing around. It’s more about protecting and seeing that what you love is taken care of. That’s my job.”

Michael opened his mouth to tell Neo those were the same qualities the Realm needed in a leader when Neo’s cock pegged his prostate, sending Michael’s body into an erotic spasm of epic proportions. He jerked with the intensity of his release, biting down on his own tongue as he painted Neo’s hand and the stone wall with his seed.

Neo released Michael’s cock and wrapped both arms around Michael’s waist, lifting him off the ground with each hard thrust. All Michael could do was brace his hands against the wall and enjoy the ride.

“Michael!” Neo howled as he climaxed.

The two of them slid to the ground still connected. Neo latched onto Michael’s neck and fed, renewing both of them. Michael felt safe with Neo wrapped around him and started to drift. There was something about Neo’s bite that affected Michael like a drug. Although Neo’s short, lustful bites energised Michael, the feeding bites seemed to calm him, lulling him into a world of unicorns and rainbows.

Michael giggled, actually giggled like a schoolgirl, at the thoughts running through his head. Neo sealed the puncture wounds on Michael’s neck and chuckled. “What’s so funny?” Neo asked.

“Did you know unicorns follow rainbows?” Michael asked, still giggling.

Neo stuffed his flaccid cock back into his pants and got to his feet. Michael stared up at his mate with a goofy grin on his face. “Where’re you going?”

“To get some food into your stomach. Come on.” Neo bent down and lifted Michael to his feet.

Michael tried to untangle his jeans from around his ankles and finally threw up his hands. “Fuck it. I’ll walk back to the house naked.”

Neo shook his head and knelt in front of Michael to help him pull up his jeans. “Are you okay?” Neo asked.

“Sure. Why?” Michael asked, lifting his arms above his head as Neo pulled his T-shirt over his head.

“Because you seem more out of it than usual.” Neo stood and stared into Michael’s eyes. “Are you sure you feel okay?”

Michael wrapped his arms around Neo’s neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. “Maybe I should drink your blood,” he slurred. Spots started to dance in his field of vision, Michael reached out to try and catch one before he realised there was nothing there. “You know. I think maybe you’re right.”

Without another word, Michael’s world went black as he fell into Neo’s arms.

* * * *

Neo yawned and stretched his arms over his head. He stared down at a snoring Michael and frowned. He never woke with Michael still in bed. Neo reached under the covers to palm Michael’s flaccid cock, something that would normally get an immediate reaction from his mate.

Michael grunted and rolled onto his stomach. “Sleep,” Michael mumbled before the soft snore sounded again.

Concerned, Neo felt Michael’s forehead for any sign of fever. If anything, Michael seemed colder than he should be. Colder. “Fuck!”

Throwing off the covers, Neo got out of bed and dressed quickly, foregoing a shower for the moment. He was out of his room and downstairs within minutes.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” Joseph greeted.

“No it’s not,” Neo grumbled. He went into his office and slammed the door. “Spiro!”

When no answer came, Neo ground his teeth together and picked up the phone. “Gunnar. I’m going to the Realm to find Spiro. Do me a favour and watch Michael.”

“It’s change of shift. Wouldn’t you rather have Ramiro guarding the house?” Gunnar asked.

Neo glanced at the clock. Although Ramiro would be more effective against LaMont’s coven, Neo trusted Gunnar with what was most precious to him. “I’d appreciate it if you’d do it.”

“Is something wrong? You haven’t been to the Realm in centuries.”

With his heart in his throat, Neo sighed. “I think I’m turning Michael into a vampire,” he admitted.

Gunnar remained silent for several moments. “I’ll watch him. You go do what you need to do.”

“Thank you,” Neo mumbled and hung up. He would never forgive himself if a man as sweet and caring as Michael ended up a monster like him. Closing his eyes, Neo pulled forth the fae in his blood to make the journey. Gunnar had been right, it had been centuries since he’d attempted travel to the Realm.

The process took much longer than it used to, but Neo slowly began to feel the shimmer as it worked through his body. He slowed his breathing and focused on Spiro as he felt himself start to drift.

When he opened his eyes it was to chaos. Standing in the throne room, Neo tried to make sense out of the yelling around him. Spiro sat on his throne and pleaded with a group of men, Neo believed to be werewolves, to please calm themselves and listen to him.

Neo stood transfixed by the anger directed towards his brother. He couldn’t understand it. Everyone loved Spiro. Who did these men think they were to threaten his brother? Neo’s protective instincts kicked in and called on his vampiric strength for the first time since being turned.

In the blink of an eye, Neo stood between Spiro and the group of werewolves. He grabbed the alpha of the group by the throat and lifted him off the ground. “Who do you think you are to speak to your King in such a manner?”

In answer, the man turned into a midnight black wolf and tried his best to bite the arm that held him captive.

Unafraid, Neo used his free hand to clamp the wolf’s muzzle shut. He leant in and stared into the eyes of the alpha. “You will not try that again!” he growled, flashing his fangs.

It was the alpha who broke eye contact, and Neo knew it was a form of submission. He released the wolf’s muzzle. “Change back and speak to me.” When the wolf didn’t seem inclined to follow directions, Neo thumped it hard on the nose. “Now!”

The alpha shifted to his human form, and Neo loosened his grip on the man’s neck, setting him on his feet. Looking over his shoulder, Neo studied his brother. Spiro appeared thinner than usual, gaunt actually. “Are you okay?”

Spiro nodded, but his gaze was haunted. “I thank you for your help.”

Guilt filled Neo and settled heavily on his heart. He turned his attention back to the werewolves. “I’m going to release you, but do not think of testing me.”

The man nodded. Neo pushed the man back several feet as he released him. “Explain yourselves,” Neo commanded.

The alpha began a long explanation of the land rights and how the werecats were encroaching on their hunting ground. It was a typical argument, one that had gone on for centuries, so why the chaos?

“Do you have a map of your land?” Neo asked.

“Yes,” the alpha answered, producing it from his inside coat pocket.

Neo studied the map for several moments. “Show me where the cats are encroaching.”

“They’re crossing the river, here.” The alpha pointed out.

According to the map, the properties were divided by the river except for several areas where the river bent towards the werecats’ land. Neo pointed towards those sections on the map. “There are documented instances where the cats own land on the other side of the river. That’s not to say they aren’t trespassing on your land, but it’s very possible the boundaries are not properly marked. You have two choices. Pay the werecats for their land that extends beyond the river or erect a fence, surveyed properly by an outside vendor.”

“And what if they continue to ignore the boundaries?” the alpha huffed.

“Then come back and plead your case, knowing you’ve done everything in your power to work with the werecats.”

The alpha jerked his head towards the others. “Let’s go.”

Neo cleared his throat. “You will not leave this room until each and every one of you apologises for your disrespect.”

The alpha’s eyes narrowed. He started to take a step towards Neo, but evidently thought better of it. “Forgive me, Your Highness.”

“Don’t apologise to me. I’m not the one you were screaming at.” Neo stepped to the side, no longer between Spiro and the werewolves.

One by one they each stepped forward and bowed their heads in apology. As was Spiro’s nature, he forgave them all with soothing words of healing the rift between the wolves and cats. Neo rolled his eyes. Spiro had been right all along. He had neither the temperament nor the backbone to be an effective King.

“Is that typical?” Neo asked, gesturing to the werewolves retreating backs as they left the room.

“Yes,” Spiro said in his usual soft voice. He looked at Neo. “I hate it. I never thought I’d use that word, but I do.” Spiro stood and walked towards Neo. “What’s happened that you would seek me out in the Realm?”

“Is it possible that I’m turning Michael into a vampire without knowing it?”

Spiro’s expression turned haunted. “No. You couldn’t change him if you tried. He wasn’t created for that purpose.”

Spiro’s statement brought up something that had been on Neo’s mind for months. “Where did he come from? Who are Michael’s parents?”

Turning away, Spiro gathered his long white hair and tied it at the nape of his neck. “Michael was a gift to you from the gods. Please just accept that.”

“No! There are too many secrets. I need to know what’s wrong with my mate. I can’t protect him unless I know what’s going on. Why does his blood allow me to walk in the sunlight?”

“Because that’s what he is!” Spiro yelled. “He’s the embodiment of sunlight, offspring of Hemera, Goddess of Daylight and Hyperion, God of Light. He was given to you as a gift so that you may see fit to take your place as King of the Realm.”

“Why do the gods care so much about me to give me such a gift?” Neo asked.

Spiro shook his head and rubbed his eyes as he began to pace the length of the room. “It isn’t the gods. It’s your father, Zeus. Evidently he feels guilty for not coming to your aid when you were captured. We both know he was far too busy fucking every female he could get his hands on. He ordered the gift. Hemera and Hyperion provided it.”

“Why did my father choose you to raise Michael instead of his parents?” Neo asked.

“I’ve never hidden my desire for a child. In the beginning, I believed Zeus allowed me the privilege of raising Michael as a reward for leading the Realm in your absence.” Spiro shook his head. “But I was a fool. I soon learned the real reason.” Spiro stared at Neo. “Zeus knew you wouldn’t turn me away when I asked for your help in protecting Michael.”

“So why did you continue to let my father have his way?” Neo asked.

“Because I loved Michael. Once in my arms, I would do anything for that boy. Anything!”

Neo was shocked at Spiro’s anger. The usual even-tempered brother he’d grown up with was nothing like the man spewing venom as he paced the marble floor.

“Like what?” Neo could tell there was more Spiro wasn’t telling him.

Spiro closed his eyes and ran his hands through his long blond hair, tugging at the pale strands.

It was a lot for Neo to take in. It would no doubt prompt many hours of wandering around the vineyard before he could wrap his mind around the entire situation.

“About Michael…,” Neo began.

“I’ve done all I can do for him.” Spiro shook his head. “Until you take your rightful place there is no hope for any of us. Now go before I lose my dignity and beg you to stay.”

Neo opened his mouth to argue when his phone rang. “Dammit!” He dug the phone out of his pocket. “It’s Ramiro,” he announced.

“Neo,” he answered.

“They’re gone,” Ramiro said.

The hair on the back of Neo’s neck prickled. “Who?”

“Gunnar and Michael. We found Sema clinging to life in the hall, and Joseph staked to your desk. I’m sorry but we were unable to save him.”

The air left Neo’s lungs as he dropped to his knees. Memories of being staked by Francois LaMont assaulted him. “No!” he cried.

Chapter Eight

Michael opened his eyes and immediately sought refuge against the stone wall at his back. Although the man standing over him was small, roughly five-four, Michael knew a vampire’s size had nothing to do with his strength.

“Please, no more,” Michael begged. He’d been beaten repeatedly, burned and stabbed. Now one of them was back for more. It seemed his kidnappers weren’t done with him yet. The one thought that continually played out in his head was that Neo had endured four hundred years of the same torture while he’d only been in the dark, dank room for a matter of a few days.

The small man held up his hands. “I won’t hurt you. My name is Audric. I want to help, but I don’t know how,” the man stammered in a nervous fashion.

“Get me outta here,” Michael pleaded.

“I can’t. They’re stronger than I am,” the man whispered. “I thought of going to Neo, but he’ll kill me on sight before I have the chance to explain.”

Michael knew as much. “Why would you help me? Aren’t you one of them?”

Audric looked away. “No. I’ve tried a number of times to break free of them, but they always find me and…” Audric shook his head. “I hate them.”

There was something in the way Audric held himself that told Michael he spoke the truth. He could see the fear in the man’s green eyes as he stared through the mop of dark red hair.

“Where’s Gunnar?” Michael had heard his friend’s screams for two days but then they stopped. He prayed death hadn’t taken the alpha.

Audric’s eyes filled with tears. “Your friend put up a fight. The rest of my family were not kind to him.”

“Is he dead?” Michael asked.

“He probably wishes he were, but no. They…changed him.”

“He’s wolf. How is that possible?” Michael had never heard of a were creature being turned into a vampire.

“Francois was very skilled in the black arts, and he had good students. He managed to change the son of Zeus. Do you really think changing a wolf would be a challenge for his students?”

“Why change Gunnar and not me?” Michael asked.

“They want your friend for his strength and because he’s a friend to Neo. You,” Audric shook his head, “they can’t change. One of my coven tried and died for his efforts. The others are afraid of you.”

Michael vaguely remembered the screams of a man in pain after he was first brought in. “My blood.”

Audric nodded.

“That’s two of you I’ve managed to kill without even trying. Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“I am,” Audric confessed. “But I’m more afraid of what you’ll do to me if I don’t help you escape.”

“Smart man,” Michael said.

“No. If I were smart I would’ve never allowed myself to be captured by Francois in the first place.” Audric crouched down in front of Michael. “I also hoped you’d protect me if I got away.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” Michael’s gut instinct told him Audric was sincere, but it could also be a trick. He sighed. Why would Audric need to trick him? It was obvious the coven already knew where Neo lived.

Audric shrugged and started chewing on his thumbnail. “I don’t know. I mean, why would you, right?” Those big green eyes stared into Michael’s. “I’m tired of being afraid. They…hurt me when they get bored because they know I can’t do anything about it.”

Michael swallowed around the lump in his throat. He’d thought Neo’s story was the saddest thing he’d ever heard, but Audric was still living the life Neo had escaped from. In that moment, Michael knew he’d do everything in his power to protect Audric. “Go to Neo. Tell him I told you the story about my friend, Tim, who lost his leg.”

“What’s the story?” Audric asked.

“Doesn’t matter. Just tell him what I told you.”

“But you haven’t told me. What if he asks me questions, and I can’t answer them?” Audric started on his other thumb, chewing the nail down to the quick.

If Michael didn’t know better, he would have thought Audric was the younger man of the two of them. He wanted to ask, but by the way Audric kept looking over his shoulder and jumping at every little noise, their time was evidently limited. Hopefully they would have a chance to talk once they were both safe.

“If Neo tries to question you further, just tell him that I said ‘Baby and Fido need him to listen’. Will you do that?”

Audric nodded. “I need to go while they’re busy trying to figure out what to try on you next.”

Although the statement was made with remorse, the gravity of the situation hit Michael like a ton of bricks. Despite the heavy manacle and chain around his wrist, Michael reached out and placed a hand on Audric’s thin shoulder. “Go.” He tried to give Audric an encouraging smile, but he knew it fell short.

The beatings made sense. They weren’t trying to simply torture him. The LaMont coven wanted him dead. Michael sighed. The bigger question was why hadn’t they succeeded?

* * * *

After the sun dipped below the horizon, Neo opened the heavy curtains in his study. He’d found out quickly that without Michael’s daily feeding, he could no longer tolerate the sunlight. Slumping back down into his chair, he sipped at the thick donor blood, closing his eyes each time he brought the glass to his mouth. He needed his wits and Liquid Crimson had dulled his mind for far too many years. If he was to get Michael back, he needed his strength.

Neo set the glass down and concentrated on the roaring blaze in the fireplace. Several realisations had come to him over the past few days. First and foremost, he was stronger than he’d ever been since making himself stomach undiluted human blood. Although the Liquid Crimson was far more palatable, it had made him weak.

A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. He quickly finished his dinner before setting the glass on the floor beside him, out of sight. “Come in.”

As soon as the door opened, Neo smelled his mate. His eyes narrowed as Ramiro led Audric into the room. In the blink of an eye, Neo was in front of the man he’d seen hiding in the shadows behind Francois for those torturous years he’d been held captive.

Fangs extended, Neo reached for Audric’s throat. It was only Ramiro’s strength that kept him from decapitating Audric with his bare hands.

“Wait!” Ramiro shouted. “He’s here to help us. He has a message from Michael.”

Neo’s jaws were so tight in his anger it took a moment to unclench them enough to speak again. “Talk,” he commanded.

“He said to tell you something about his friend Tim who lost a leg.”

Neo’s fangs retracted. “Go on.”

Audric’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed several times before continuing. “He also said Baby and Fido need you to listen.”

Neo nearly gasped at the term of endearment he used for Michael. He actually smiled when he thought about Michael calling Gunnar Fido, which he’d done on several occasions. It was obvious Audric had gained Michael’s trust, but was the vampire honestly worthy of such a gift?

“Where are they?” Neo asked, taking a step back.

“Outside of Kiev in the Ukraine. LaMont owned a large chalet on the Desna River. That’s where you’ll find them.” Audric glanced over his shoulder at Ramiro. “I’m afraid you need to hurry. They have already turned your security man into one of us.”

Neo’s breath caught in his chest. As much as the thought of Gunnar living through the change hurt, Neo knew Michael would never survive the pain that accompanied it. “And Michael?”

Audric shook his head. “Sebastian tried to change him but met his death instead.” Audric finished the sentence with a slight grin. “It was most delightful to witness.”

“His blood?” Neo asked.

Audric nodded and turned serious once again. “They’re angry with him and have tried several times to kill him.”

Neo grabbed his chest, rubbing at the unseen band constricting his breathing. Did he want to know? No. Not now. Still, the question remained. “Why have they been unsuccessful?”

Audric shook his head. “I don’t know and neither do they, but that won’t stop them from continuing to try. That’s why we need to hurry.”

“How many? Just the two left?”

“No. Richard, Cedric, Sebastian and Liam continued Francois’ work, but the three remain in charge, leading an army of thirty men. All insane, all powerful.”

Neo turned to address Ramiro. “How many men can you gather?”

Ramiro rubbed the back of his neck. “It would be close, but I think calling in help from the Realm would be a smart move. Not only will we have additional back-up, we’ll also have the approval of the Realm to take whatever measures are necessary without repercussions.”

Neo headed towards the door. “I’ll make the arrangements with Spiro. You contact Ian.”

“What should I do?” Audric asked.

Neo stopped. He’d forgotten about Audric. Although the vampire had been a big help, Neo still wasn’t convinced he could be trusted. He pulled out his phone and called Haig.

“Yes?” Haig answered from outside the house.

“I need you and Kern to guard someone while I make a few arrangements to rescue Michael and Gunnar.”

“We’ll be right there,” Haig answered before hanging up.

Neo looked at Ramiro. “Stay with Audric until Haig and Kern get here.”

The expression on Audric’s face fell. It was obvious that he knew he wasn’t trusted.

“I’m sorry,” Neo felt compelled to say.

“I understand,” Audric mumbled, chin dropping to his chest.

Confident that the situation in his study was under control, Neo went to the spare bedroom. He opened the door without knocking and found Spiro tending to Sema. Although the gorgeous black jaguar’s wounds had been healed by Spiro, the cat was still weak.

Neo approached the bed. “I need your help.”

Dragging his fingers through Sema’s thick black pelt, Spiro glanced up. “Anything.”

* * * *

Hours after Audric left, Gunnar’s screams began again. Michael fought against the iron restraints, agonised that he could not help his friend. Now that he knew what had been done to Gunnar, he was even angrier. Gunnar had been an alpha, proud of his werewolf heritage. As far as Michael knew, there were no other were/vampire hybrids. What would his new status do to Gunnar’s zest for life?

Michael looked down at his nude body. He thought about the way the knife Cedric had plunged into his stomach had melted like chocolate. Would his blood do the same to the manacles holding him prisoner?

Michael held up his arm and stared at the veins on the inside of his wrist. He took a deep breath. Thinking about chewing your arm until it bled and actually doing it were two entirely different things.

Gunnar’s screams came again, making up Michael’s mind. He laid his arm on the stone floor and pushed the iron as far up his arm as it would go, knowing the skin on his wrist was thinner. If only I had Neo’s razor-sharp teeth, he thought, getting into position.

Laying on his right side, Michael positioned the skin between his top and bottom canine teeth, and waited. As soon as Gunnar started to scream again, Michael bit down as hard as he could, using Gunnar’s anguish not only to help hide his own cry of pain but as incentive to do the job until it was finished.

Although the pain wasn’t as bad as what had been meted out at the hands of Richard and Cedric, Michael started to doubt that he could actually go through with it. He was moments away from giving up when his teeth pierced a vein and the warm, coppery liquid filled his mouth. He spat the blood on the manacle holding his left wrist and nodded when it started to smoke. “Come on. Come on.”

He leant down and sucked another mouthful of blood before moving the restraint on his right wrist to slide over the open and bleeding wound. He turned his head away from the awful smell of the disintegrating iron and dripped the blood in his mouth onto the other manacle.

The fumes were almost overpowering but it was starting to work. Michael open and closed his fist, hoping there would be enough blood to do the job. When he was at last free of his restraints, it took him several moments to stand. The days without food or water were further weakening his already lean body. Using the wall for support, Michael made it to the large wooden door.

The blood flow on his wrist was already slowing to a trickle. With no other option, Michael once again bit into the sore and tender flesh, renewing the strong flow of his toxic blood. He smeared as much on the door as he could gather but nothing happened. “Shit.”

With his hands braced on the door, Michael tried to think. Why had it worked before? As he stood there feeling his whole plan slip through his fingers, a single drop of blood landed on the iron door handle. Michael grinned when he watched the blood start to bubble and the handle smoke. He stepped back and studied the door, three hinges but only one lock. The choice seemed obvious and he squeezed his wrist until the wound began to drip once more.

In no time he was out the door and running towards Gunnar’s incessant screaming. Four doors down, Michael tore at the wound and smeared his blood across the door handle. “I’m coming,” he whispered.

His hands began to shake when he heard voices heading his way. No. No. Michael used every ounce of his strength to push the door open, the handle falling to the floor with a loud clink.

“Stay away!” Gunnar growled in a half vampire, half wolf garble.

Michael’s heart skipped a beat at his first look at the creature his friend had become. “It’s okay. I’ll get you out of here.”

“Kill me,” Gunnar pleaded. “Please. Before I kill you. They refuse to feed me,” Gunnar managed to say well enough for Michael to understand.

Michael shook his head. “I won’t kill you.” He studied the iron stakes pinning Gunnar to the wooden table, unsure of how to proceed. If he dripped his blood onto the iron it would come into contact with Gunnar’s flesh. Michael had seen, first hand, what his blood did to others.

He stared down at Gunnar. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Get out!” Gunnar growled.

“No. I won’t leave you like this.”

“Then bend down and let me bite you. I would rather be dead than live like this,” Gunnar said.

“That’s what Neo thought, too, but I’m glad he never succeeded in killing himself.” Michael reached out and grasped the edge of the table for support as the lack of food, water and blood caught up with him. “I would never forgive myself if you died because of me,” he managed to say.

Loud noises from above startled Michael, making him jump. After a few seconds, he slumped to the floor, his reserve energy gone. “Neo’s here,” he managed to say before closing his eyes.

* * * *

While Kildare’s men and guards from the Realm battled the vampires from LaMont’s coven, Neo scanned the large room for Richard and Cedric. “Where would they be hiding?” he asked Audric.

Audric squeaked when one of his own coven grabbed him. Neo took care of the vampire with ease, lopping off his head with a borrowed sword. “Talk,” Neo ordered Audric.

The small, frightened vampire recoiled from the headless body as it fell to the floor. “Probably in the dungeon.” He motioned towards a hallway. “Third door on the right.”

Neo looked around. He couldn’t check two places at once, but the only guards not engaged in fighting the coven were wolves. Motioning for Kern, Neo addressed Audric. “Stick close to Kern.”

As soon as Kern made his way across the room, Neo subtly pushed Audric towards him. “Watch him. When Ramiro gets a break, send him downstairs.”

Kern nodded and backed Audric into an alcove to the side of the large reception room.

With Audric taken care of, Neo set out to find his mate. Sword in hand, he scanned his surroundings as he made his way down the hall. Before opening the door to the dungeon, as Audric had called it, Neo pressed his ear against the door. An ambush by Cedric and Richard would only jeopardise his chance of getting Michael and Gunnar out alive.

The noise coming from the battle raging down the hall precluded Neo from hearing anything beyond the heavy wooden door. He held his sword aloft and opened the door in one swift movement, prepared to destroy anyone who dared get in his way.

A winding staircase of stone was all that greeted him. Satisfied, Neo made his way down the steps with his back against the wall. The smells wafting up from below were a combination of must, moisture, blood and his mate. Gunnar’s screams echoed in the cavernous space, setting Neo further on edge.

A noise sounded from the top of the steps and Neo turned, his sword at the ready.

“It’s me,” Ramiro whispered, coming into view.

Neo nodded and continued his descent into the bowels of LaMont’s sadistic playground. With each step the aroma of blood, both old and new, grew stronger. How many people had been tortured within the stone walls of the dungeon? He definitely agreed with Audric on the description of the lower level.

Although not the dungeon he’d been imprisoned in, the aged stone walls gave off a wet, musty smell that brought back memories Neo had tried for hundreds of years to forget. The Realm guards rushing in to rescue him, the fury in LaMont’s eyes as metal stakes were driven through his hands and feet to pin him to the same table where he’d tortured Neo. The delight Neo had taken in slowly, painfully, removing LaMont’s head from his body still haunted him. He’d retreated to life on the vineyard almost immediately, afraid he’d become the monster LaMont set out to create. It wasn’t until he’d opened himself to Michael’s love that he knew the man he once was, was still inside of him.

At the bottom of the staircase, Neo once again prepared himself for battle. He tried to block out Gunnar’s cries as he concentrated on finding the vampires he was after. With Ramiro watching his back, Neo made his way through the maze of rooms, stopping in each one. Richard and Cedric had to be there somewhere. They wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of kidnapping Michael if they planned to run at the first hint of a rescue attempt.

Ramiro elbowed Neo and pointed towards a hallway. “Fresh blood,” he whispered.

Neo nodded. He’d known the moment he stepped into the dungeon where Michael and Gunnar were being held. “We need to find Cedric and Richard.”

Rumbling laughter rolled its way down the passageway.

Neo knew that laugh. Cedric. Evidently Neo wasn’t the only one to recognise Francois’ first creation. Ramiro stepped in front of Neo and unsheathed his other sword.

“So glad you brought my favourite toy back for me to play with,” Cedric said.

“Fuck you,” Ramiro spat, moving down the hall.

Neo glanced at Ramiro. What was the connection between the two vampires? Gunnar’s screams began again. Neo’s head of security never acknowledged pain or injuries, so whatever Gunnar was experiencing had to be bad. The cries threatened to drag Neo down into the hole he’d only just begun to climb out of. Memories of having sheets of skin slowly stripped from his body by Francois assaulted him. Yes, he’d screamed in a similar fashion. So much blood. Hunger unlike anything he’d ever known. Francois lapping at the blood as it flowed freely from Neo’s wounds.

A charging cry from Ramiro snapped Neo out of the scream-induced trance he’d suddenly found himself in. Although he reacted quickly, Ramiro was already in the room when Neo caught up.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Cedric growled, the tip of an ornately carved dagger pressing against Michael’s throat.

Dropping his sword, Neo’s eyes narrowed as his body began to transform into the creature he detested. In the past, he’d lost control and slipped into a partial shift but never had he allowed himself to lose complete and utter control over his own body. The sight of his mate, unconscious, and at Cedric’s mercy, was more than the monster hidden within Neo could handle.

With Gunnar screaming to be fed in the background, Neo raced forward at the speed of light. He grabbed Cedric by the throat and threw him against the far wall, utilising the superior strength given to him by his father. As the mortar around the stones crumbled upon impact, the centuries-old wall began to topple, one stone at a time.

Cedric rolled away from the falling wall, but Neo was one step ahead of him. He reached for Cedric once more and dug his nails into the life-giving veins in the vampire’s neck, throwing him towards a starving Gunnar. “Feed what you made,” Neo growled at Cedric.

Ramiro was already beside Gunnar and managed to catch the flying body. He pressed Cedric’s open wound against Gunnar’s mouth. Because of the temperature of the blood, it wasn’t ordinary for vampires to feed from one another but it was better than watching Gunnar go insane.

Gunnar used his fangs to rip and shred the flesh, gulping the recycled blood from Cedric’s veins.

Neo bent and scooped Michael off the cold floor and into his arms. Michael’s beating heart soothed Neo’s fears, although he longed to see his mate’s big blue eyes. With Michael hugged against his chest, Neo returned his attention to Cedric who was quickly becoming drained.

“Can you take care of this?” he asked Ramiro.

Ramiro nodded. “I’ll finish him off once Gunnar’s had enough.”

“Get Gunnar back to the vineyard as quickly as you can. Cedric’s blood won’t sustain him for long.”

“I remember,” Ramiro replied, breaking Cedric’s arm when the fool had the nerve to swing at him.

The satisfying crack as Cedric’s bone snapped, pleased Neo. LaMont’s coven had committed unspeakable acts, and they deserved everything they got.

“I’ll get Michael to safety and come back for Richard. He’s got to be here somewhere. Neo placed a kiss to Michael’s forehead before hoisting him over his shoulder. He retrieved his sword and concentrated on home.

* * * *

Michael woke in his father’s arms. “Neo?”

“He’ll be back,” Spiro whispered in a soothing tone. “There’s still one vampire of LaMont’s original coven unaccounted for.”

The earlier events slowly came back to Michael. He sat up and turned to face Spiro. “Did you know my blood would melt iron?”

“No, but that doesn’t surprise me. Iron is the only thing that can truly hold a vampire. Because Neo ingests your blood, iron will no longer have that affect on him.”

Michael rose from the bed and crossed the room. He entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. After drinking directly from the faucet, he closed the lid on the toilet and sat down. Although he was glad Neo could no longer be held captive, Michael began to question their relationship. Does he really love me?

More and more Michael was beginning to feel like nothing more than a vessel, created to give Neo back all that had been taken from him. Is that my only purpose in Neo’s life? Michael wanted to mean more to Neo than what was contained within his veins.

He wasn’t sure how long he pondered the question before giving up. In the end, he was no closer to coming up with an answer than he’d been to begin with. Staring down at his healing wrist, he rose and approached the sink once more. As the warm water ran over the angry red skin, he studied himself in the mirror. The reflexion looking back at him shocked Michael. Gone was the twenty-five year old face he’d become accustomed to. Michael turned off the water and reached up to run his fingers over the lines around his eyes. He was aging, rapidly.

With water still dripping from his hands, Michael walked back into the bedroom. “What’s happening to me? I look as though I’ve aged ten years.”

Spiro, who had turned his attention to Sema, refused to look at Michael. “You’ve been through a horrific ordeal. You need sleep and food.”

Michael could tell by Spiro’s body language that he wasn’t telling the truth. “Father?”

Eventually Spiro glanced up from Sema’s thick, black coat to meet Michael’s gaze. “I can’t tell you more. I’m sorry.” Spiro’s eyes filled with tears. “I will tell you that Neo has some hard choices ahead of him. I pray that he truly has changed since you came here to live.”

Chapter Nine

By the time Neo returned to the chalet, the fight was over. LaMont’s headless coven littered the floor in every direction while the guards from the Realm and Clan of Kildare stood at attention, awaiting their new orders.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he studied the room. Something wasn’t right. Turning towards the alcove where he’d left Audric, Neo’s chest tightened. He raced across the room, stepping over bodies on his way to the empty alcove. Other than a small pool of blood on the floor and several drops leading away from the alcove, there were no signs of Audric or Kern.

“One of you go to Le Uve del Regno and bring Haig back here at once,” Neo ordered. He didn’t turn around to see if his order had been followed. It was expected. Neo might not officially rule the Realm, but issuing orders seemed to come naturally. Perhaps Spiro was right, he had been born to lead.

Neo walked in the direction of the trail of blood. His gut told him Richard was nowhere on the premises, but he needed to make sure before bringing the house down. He spun around to address the rest of the vampires. “I want every inch of this house searched.”

The vampires scattered in their haste to follow orders.

Neo stood with his hands clasped behind his back. How would he explain Kern’s disappearance to Haig? Bringing Kern to watch over Audric had been a stupid move, but he’d agreed when Kern offered his services.

“Where is he?” Haig’s booming voice said from behind Neo.

“That’s what I’m hoping you can help me with,” Neo answered. Were-Human’s had a special bond with their mates that went beyond anything the other Blessed Creatures experienced.

Neo glanced at the alcove. Now came the really hard part. “I’m hoping you can track them through the blood.”

Haig’s nostrils flared. “He had no business here,” he growled.

Neo nodded his understanding, but refused to apologise. He hadn’t ordered Kern to accompany the group in their rescue operation. “Can you find them?”

Haig squatted and inhaled. “It’s not Kern’s blood, its Audric’s.”

Neo began to pace back and forth. If Kern wasn’t physically hurt, it could only mean one thing, he’d been charmed. It was against the laws of the Blessed Creatures to use their gifts to mentally control another. The  notion that a vampire like Richard had done it anyway shouldn’t have surprised Neo but it did.

“Can you find them?” he asked again.

Haig closed his eyes, obviously searching out his mate. “They’re not here, but they’re close.” Haig opened his eyes and strode towards the window. “Out there somewhere. The sun’ll be coming up soon so there has to be something underground.”

Neo joined Haig at the window and stared out over the lush green grass. He hated to leave the worried werewolf, but he’d need Michael’s blood if he would be of any use in the search for Audric and Kern. “I have to leave for a few minutes, but I’ll be back.”

“I won’t wait for you,” Haig replied in a matter of fact tone.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” Neo stepped away and concentrated on his home. He came back to himself in the study. It took a few moments to clear his head. He briefly wondered where Joseph was. His loyal servant had always seemed to anticipate his arrival.

Neo’s heart ached when he realised he’d never again be greeted by his friend. Pinching the bridge of his nose to keep his emotions at bay, Neo went in search of Michael. He found him in the kitchen preparing a pot of soup.

With a silent sigh, Neo wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist. “How’re you feeling?”

Michael’s body stiffened. “Okay. Hungry.”

Neo knew firsthand some of the tortures Michael had been subjected to. It would probably take him a while to feel safe again. He wanted to swing Michael up into his arms and carry his beloved to the safety of their bed, but there was still Richard to deal with. “Richard took Audric and Kern.”

Michael gasped and turned to face Neo. “Do you know where?”

“No, but I need some of your blood so I can help Haig and the others search.”

Michael’s expression clouded momentarily before he tilted his head to the side. “Take what you need.”

* * * *

As Michael’s feet ate up the running path, he continued to doubt Neo’s true feelings. The only reason Neo had come back to the house was because he needed Michael’s blood, wasn’t it? Neo had barely taken the time to ask Michael how he felt before asking for it. The thing that made him feel really stupid was that he couldn’t bring himself to deny Neo anything. What would happen if he told his mate no? Would Neo still claim to love him?

Michael shook his head and tried to concentrate on his running. He was only on his second lap around the vineyard and already his legs felt like they were on fire. He knew it wasn’t the sun. He’d thoroughly covered himself in sunblock and protective clothing.

Coming up on the tasting barn, Michael slowed. Ramiro had Gunnar locked in the large building until they could satisfy the bloodlust that came with being a newly-turned vampire. Hands on his hips, Michael paced back and forth in front of the building, trying to get his breathing under control.

Before he had a chance to knock, the door opened a crack and Ramiro quickly motioned him inside. Ramiro looked like shit, but then, he’d not been given the chance to recharge his body with sleep.

“How is he?” Michael asked.

“Sleeping, finally,” Ramiro answered, taking a seat at one of the tasting tables.

“Why don’t you do the same? I’ll stick around in case he wakes up.”

Ramiro shook his head. “He’s still in the throes of his transformation. It’ll be days before he can be trusted with anyone. I’m a lot stronger than you are, and even I won’t sleep knowing he could rip my throat out at any moment.”

Although Ramiro had a few lights turned on, the windowless room was still heavily shadowed. Michael searched the perimeter. “Where is he?”

Ramiro gestured towards the far right corner. “I had a mattress brought in. For now, he’s sleeping like a baby, but like a baby, he’s been waking every few hours to feed.”

Michael stood and wiped his hands on his sweat pants. “Can I sit with him?”

Ramiro started to shake his head no, but Michael stopped him. “Please. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had.”

With a sideways glance, Ramiro shook his head. “If something happens to you, I wouldn’t live to see the sunset.”

Breaking eye contact, Michael bit his lower lip. “I don’t think you have to worry about Neo. He’s too busy searching for Richard to worry about whether I live or die.”

“That’s bullshit. Whatever gave you that idea?” Ramiro asked.

Michael knew he’d come off sounding like a spoilt brat if he voiced his concerns. “Doesn’t matter. Are you going to let me see Gunnar, or not?”

Ramiro looked at his watch before retrieving a large bottle of blood from the shelf. “Just in case he wakes up,” he explained, holding up the bottle.

Michael followed Ramiro to the corner of the room. It took his eyes several moments to adjust to darkness that shrouded Gunnar, but once they did, Michael’s heart nearly broke. The once handsome man could only be described as grotesque. “Will he shift back to the way he looked before?”

Ramiro nodded. “I think so. It generally takes at least a week for a human turned vampire to gain the control necessary to shift back and forth, but I really have no idea how long it will take a shifter turned vampire.” Ramiro narrowed his eyes as he stared down at Gunnar. “Even at this stage, physically, he’s the strongest vampire I’ve ever come across. I’m not sure how, or if, he’ll be able to adapt to his regular life again.”

Michael rubbed a hand across his midriff, trying to ease his tightening stomach. “Are you saying there’s a possibility that he won’t be my friend after this?”

“I don’t know,” Ramiro sighed, running his hands through his thick black hair. “This is foreign territory for all of us.”

Kneeling beside Gunnar, Michael reached out and rested a hand on his friend’s lower leg. It’s my fault, all of it, Gunnar, Joseph and now Kern and Audric. “I wouldn’t blame him if he never spoke to me again.”

“He’s a trained guard, Michael. We all know going in what we’re signing up for.” Ramiro grinned. “Besides, if you liked the pig-headed asshole before he was changed, odds are you’ll like him regardless.”

Michael nodded. Gunnar and Ramiro had butted heads since the first night they’d met. Michael had suspected the two men were too much alike to actually become friends, so why was Ramiro the one to take charge of Gunnar’s transition? “If you dislike him so much, why are you sitting with him?”

Ramiro chuckled. “Because there isn’t anyone else available that can control him.” Ramiro shrugged his heavily muscled shoulders. “Besides, we now have a common bond that will always be present.”

“Being vampires?” Michael asked.

“Being LaMont vampires,” Ramiro corrected. “Francois was my sire.”

The news shocked Michael. He wondered if Ramiro had endured the same torture as Neo. “How did you escape?”

Ramiro shook his head. “Doesn’t matter, it was a long time ago. The important thing is seeing Gunnar come out of this with his mind intact. As you’ve witnessed firsthand, not all vampires are sane.”

“Audric helped me,” Michael felt compelled to say.

“Yes. In Audric’s case it wasn’t a weak mind that held him captive, but a weak body. You must have strength in both areas to break away from a coven as strong as LaMont’s.”

When Gunnar’s leg twitched, Michael quickly pulled back his hand. “I think it’s time to eat.”

“You should go,” Ramiro said, uncorking the bottle.

Michael got to his feet. “Will you let me know when I can visit him?”

“Yes. I’ll let you know either way. If he doesn’t come out of this…” Ramiro broke eye contact and stared down at Gunnar for several moments. “I’ll let you know.”

Michael left the tasting barn with a heavy heart that no amount of running would fix. He started back towards the house as tired and unsure as he’d ever been.

* * * *

By the time Neo caught up with Haig, the were guards had circled the chalet and were fanning their search outward. “Anything?” Neo asked Haig.

Haig stopped and pointed towards a circular statue garden on the lawn. “I can smell Audric and Richard. I just haven’t been able to find the entrance.”

“What about Kern?”

Haig rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I don’t know. I can smell him, but I can’t feel him like I should be able to.” Haig sighed. “He may not be down there. Could be what I’m smelling is his scent on Audric.”

Although Haig seemed calm, Neo didn’t think it was the time to bring up the likelihood that Richard was in control of Kern’s mind and body. For the moment, Neo decided to concentrate on finding them. “I know the rooms inside were searched but did anyone bother looking for a secret passage?”

“Fuck! I assumed the vamps would’ve picked up on one, but now that I think about it, they were in a pretty big hurry to get out of here before sunrise.” Haig turned on his heels and began running back towards the chalet.

Neo beat him there, and began searching the rooms closest to the alcove, in the direction of the blood drops. He heard a noise behind him and turned. With tears in his eyes, Haig shifted into his wolf. The tawny-coloured wolf began smelling Audric’s blood, going as far as to dip his tongue into the biggest of the congealing pools.

Neo gasped at the action. He’d been around weres most of his life and knew what the taste of blood did to a wolf. Haig was so desperate to find his mate he’d just bonded himself to Audric. Through the blood bond, as it was called, Haig would be able to track Audric. Although it didn’t mean the two of them were mated, Haig would always have a connection to Audric. In nature, a were would be able to track a kill that managed to escape alive, thus ending the prey’s torture. Which meant the bond Haig had just established could only be broken by Audric’s death, something Neo refused to let happen.

Neo glared at the wolf. “You hurt him and I’ll have your head.”

Haig broke eye contact and began smelling his way across the highly polished marble floor. He stopped at a door and scratched at the floor several times before looking back at Neo.

“I’ve already looked in there,” Neo said, opening the walk-in coat closet.

Haig pushed past Neo and started scratching at the far wall. Neo elbowed the wolf out of the way and pushed against the wall to no avail. He began looking for a lever, something that would trip whatever switch had been used to seal the door shut. A quick twist of the hangar-bar and the entire back wall slid back, revealing a staircase off to the side. Unlike the dungeon, the hidden passage was obviously a new construction.

“What’re you waiting for, let’s go,” Haig said from behind Neo.

Before descending the stairs, Neo turned to address Haig. “I meant what I said.”

“I know you did, but if Audric’s done something to Kern, nothing you can do to me will stop me from killing him.”

“If Audric’s done something to Kern, I’ll kill him myself and give you the carcass as a chew toy,” Neo answered honestly.

They made their way through the passageway, finally coming to a large round room. Three bodies lay sleeping on the packed dirt. Neo took in the scene before him. Kern and Audric were both nude, sleeping on their stomachs.

Haig took a step towards Kern. “Even in sleep I should be able to feel him.” Haig glanced towards Richard, sleeping peacefully on his back. “What did he do to him?”

Neo withdrew his sword and moved to stand over Richard. The smug bastard was asleep with a satisfied smile on his face. Neo took a moment to study the chamber. Lined with sheets of iron there was no doubt Richard believed he would never be detected in his underground hideout.

“I think Kern’s being controlled by Richard,” Neo explained. Part of him hoped Richard would open his eyes and see the sword coming down upon him, but it wasn’t the time to push fate.

“But that’s…”

“Over,” Neo said as he removed Richard’s head with one swift blow. He cleaned his bloody sword on Richard’s pristine white dress shirt before sheathing it. “You should be able to wake Kern now.”

When he received no reply, Neo glanced up from Richard’s body. “Haig?”

Instead of waking his mate, Haig was leaning over Audric.

“Don’t do it,” Neo warned.

Haig shook his head and pointed towards the smaller man. “Do you see what I see?”

Neo stepped over Richard’s corpse. The first thing he noticed was the dried sperm on the back of Audric’s thigh, but that wasn’t what held Haig’s interest. Neo’s attention moved to follow Haig’s gaze and felt his heart sink. Bite marks. It was obvious Kern had mated Audric.

Haig took several steps back, away from Kern and Audric. “How could he have done that?”

The expression on Haig’s face telegraphed the hurt going on inside of him. Neo rushed to reassure Haig. “It wasn’t Kern. You have to believe that. We both know he’d never have gone with Richard without being charmed.”

When Haig refused to acknowledge him, Neo was left with no choice but to reach out and shake the heavily muscled guard. “You can’t blame him. You can’t let this destroy all the years you’ve loved each other.”

Tears filled Haig’s eyes. “I can’t deal with this.” He shook his head as he turned towards the passageway. “I’m sorry. I just can’t face either of them right now.”

“Wait!” Neo called after Haig. “Kern won’t understand when he wakes up.”

Whether Haig was out of earshot or simply ignoring him, Neo didn’t know. Not only was he left with two sleeping men, but Neo would have to explain to Kern why Haig wasn’t with him.

Neo tried to see the situation from Haig’s point of view. How would he feel if it had been Michael? Neo closed his eyes and swore silently, his hands balling into fists at his sides, his fangs slipping down to pierce his bottom lip.

With the coppery taste of blood still on his tongue, he bent over Kern. “Wake up.” Neo was surprised at the anger in his voice. Hadn’t he just tried to convince Haig that it wasn’t Kern’s fault?

The large oak tree tattooed on Kern’s back began to move as Kern struggled to push himself into a sitting position. Kern blinked his eyes and looked around. “Where am I?”

* * * *

By the time Neo walked into the house, the sun was setting and all he wanted was to assure himself Michael was safe. Before the day’s events, he’d convinced himself taking charge of the Realm was the right thing to do, but walking into his bedroom, he began to have second thoughts.

Michael was curled up under the covers in the large bed. Even in sleep, his face was a mask of unhappiness. Neo stumbled backwards several feet as he realised what he’d done. It had been so easy for him to slip into the role of King, he’d forgotten the importance of also being a mate.

From past experience, Neo knew being rescued was only the first step in the healing process. What have I done? At a time when Michael needed him more than ever, Neo hadn’t been here for him.

Stripping the clothes from his body, Neo approached the bed with trepidation. If leading the Realm meant giving less than one hundred percent to Michael, Neo knew he’d never agree to take his place as king.

Neo slid between the sheets and pressed his body against Michael’s back. Almost immediately, he felt Michael’s body stiffen. “I’m so sorry,” Neo whispered in Michael’s ear. “I should’ve been here for you.”

Michael said nothing. Neo knew he deserved the silent treatment but it stung. In the past, Michael would’ve been quick to defend Neo’s actions as part of what made him a leader, but, evidently, not anymore.

Neo buried his face in the riot of blond curls and searched within himself for answers. Why hadn’t he stayed with Michael instead of charging back to the chalet? It didn’t matter how many times he tried to convince himself, being a good leader wasn’t the reason.

The realisation shamed him. He hadn’t wanted to confront his own memories of life in LaMont’s torturous hands. Pulling away from Michael, Neo moved to a chair across the room. “I’m selfish,” he admitted, burying his face in his hands.

Michael didn’t move or speak.

“I didn’t comfort you because I knew you would need to talk about what happened to you, and I’m not strong enough to listen. I’ve tried for the last six centuries to get the memories out of my head, out of my dreams. I can’t handle the thought that you’ve experienced a lot of what I went through. You’re my Michael, my innocent. That world should’ve never touched you, and if it weren’t for me, it never would have.”

“You’re an asshole,” Michael said without moving an inch. “A self-centred asshole,” he added. “Newsflash, Neo, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shitty things happen to other people, too.”

“I know. And you’re right,” Neo agreed.

With a sudden burst of energy, Michael threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. He charged towards Neo angrier than Neo had ever seen him. “Sometimes things need to be about me. You barely had time to dump me off here before leaving again. And when you came back, it wasn’t to see how I was doing.”

Neo stood. He opened his mouth to argue, but Michael held up his hand, looking older than he ever had. When did that happen? Had LaMont’s coven done something to age Michael?

“Don’t fucking try it. You came back here this morning because you needed something from me. You do that a lot, ya know? Oh, you talk a good game, whispering words of love, trying to make me believe I’m actually important to you.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed. “But when I needed you, you let your demons come between us. What happened to you was horrible, and I’d do anything to take those memories away, but it happened a long time ago. Get the fuck over it. I refuse to be your trough to drink from when you need it. If you can’t at least put us on equal ground in our own home, I’m done.”

Without another word, Michael stormed out of the bedroom completely naked.

Neo stood with his mouth hanging open, wondering what had just happened. He’d expected Michael to be hurt by the way he’d acted but not angry, and what was all that about being a trough? And what had happened to the man he loved to age him so rapidly?

Michael had been right about one thing. Neo did let his demons get between them. Although he’d tried to convince himself he was doing what was best for the Realm, in reality, it had nothing at all to do with the Realm, and everything to do with his fears. Grabbing his pants, Neo dressed and went in search of answers.

* * * *

Lounging on his throne in the high heavens, Zeus stared down at Neo. “It’s polite to make an appointment before barging in.”

“I don’t have time to play your games,” Neo spat. “I have questions that only you can answer.”

Zeus sighed as if he was already bored of Neo’s company. Of course he was. Neo didn’t have tits. “What are they?”

“What happened to Michael?”

Zeus chuckled, the smug sonofabitch. “I haven’t seen Michael since he was an infant. Did you ask him?”

“He’s aging rapidly, and I don’t even think Michael’s aware of it.”

“I find it hard to believe you would rid your home of mirrors. You’ve always struck me as rather vane.” Zeus smiled. “You’re a lot like me in that regard. Beauty is to be enjoyed, savoured. I’m a handsome man, and I know it.”

“Michael?” Neo prompted, running out of patience. He’d always hated the way his father could turn any conversation around to focus it on himself.

“You’re a greedy little bastard, Neo. I guess you take after me in that regard as well.”

Neo rolled his eyes. If he didn’t need the information only his father could provide, Neo would have happily told Zeus to fuck off. “What does being greedy have to do with Michael’s aging?”

“You’re using his light faster than his body can produce it. You’re literally sucking the life out of him, so don’t bother looking for someone else to blame. Try looking in one of those mirrors you’ve always enjoyed so much. For you, the ability to walk in the sunlight is a gift. From what I’ve observed, you’ve started to treat it as a right, and if you continue to do so, not only the gift but the vessel will be taken from you.”

“I don’t understand. I thought Michael was created for me. How can you just take that away?”

Zeus’ laughter bounced off the marble walls, forcing Neo to cover his ears or risk rupturing his eardrums. “Everything was created at one point. Yes, Michael was created to help you lead, to give you back some of what was taken from you, but my hope was that he could do more for you than that. The more I talk with you, the more I realise how alike we are. Perhaps it was a mistake to think you could lead. When you were a child, your heart was full of thoughts for others. You were the perfect choice for a king, but then you were changed, and I’m not just talking about the vampire part of you. You became a different person. A true king has the ability to see beyond himself. You’re so obsessed with the wrongs done to you that you haven’t even stopped to consider the other Blessed Creatures. How many of them could have used your wisdom and protection over the centuries?”

Although there was a lot of truth in his father’s speech, Neo went back to the one thing that meant more to him than anything. “But why will you take Michael from me?”

“I won’t. You will.”

“I would never do that. I love him with everything that I am,” Neo argued.

“Sadly, from what I’ve seen, that isn’t very much. You loathe half of what you are. Until you can embrace the Blessed Creature you’ve become, you will never truly love anything.”

Zeus rose and walked from the room without another word. Bastard.

Chapter Ten

Michael found himself at the tasting barn, wearing nothing but a towel he’d managed to find in the laundry room. He didn’t bother knocking. Unless he was asleep or struggling with Gunnar, Ramiro would come out for him now that the sun had set.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Ramiro stepped out into the moonlight. The handsome vampire looked beyond tired, and Neo began to wonder how big a toll nursing Gunnar was taking on him both physically and emotionally.

“How is he?” Michael asked. He adjusted the towel when he caught Ramiro’s eyes wandering.

“The same,” Ramiro answered. “But you didn’t come down here for that. I told you I would get word to you if there were any changes. So what else is bothering you?”

Michael shrugged. Now that he was there, he started to feel stupid for bothering Ramiro when he already had his hands full.

Ramiro held up a finger and opened the barn door once again. He stuck his head inside for several moments before shutting the door. “Sorry. I thought I heard Gunnar calling for me.”

“That’s okay. You’re busy. Go on back inside in case you’re needed.”

Ramiro shook his head. “Gunnar’s asleep. Tell me what’s happened to make you seek me out wearing nothing but a towel.”

“I don’t know if you can even help me, but I was wondering. What’s so bad about being a vampire?”

“That depends. I guess the biggest thing is that most vampires were victims. We had no say in what happened to us.”

Michael nodded. “But…,” Michael sighed. “I was given no choice in how I was made, no one does. Spiro told me earlier today that my real parents are both gods of some sort. I had no say in that. I am what I am, but I do have a say in the kind of man I’ve become because I had nothing to do with how I was made.”

Ramiro’s browse rose to disappear under the black curls hanging down his forehead. “Well then, you’ve discovered one of the greatest secrets of life. I’m impressed.”

“How do you deal with what happened to you in LaMont’s dungeon?”

Ramiro scratched at his jaw. “Are you asking for yourself or Neo?”

“Both, I think. I wasn’t put through all the things the two of you had happen, and I wasn’t in there very long, but I was scared.”

“Because you had no control?”

“Yes.”

Ramiro nodded. “There are different ways to deal with trauma. You can pick yourself up and make sure you’re never again a victim, or you can seal yourself off from the world, and never get beyond it. Does that make sense?”

“That’s why you began as Ian’s head of security,” Michael surmised.

“Yes. And that’s why Neo built this vineyard and surrounded himself with weres instead of vampires. He’s never moved beyond being a victim.”

“How can I help him?” Michael asked.

“You can’t do anything more than you’re already doing.”

Michael let out a snort. “Yeah, about that, I yelled at him. Told him he was a self-centred asshole, told him to get over the stuff that happened to him and told him to stop using my neck as a feeding trough.”

Ramiro began to chuckle. He tried to stop, even going as far as to cover his mouth with his hand. “Good for you. You’re probably one of the few people who could walk away from a confrontation like that with your head still attached.”

“I was just so angry with him,” Michael defended himself.

“Angry at Neo or what happened to you?” Ramiro asked.

Michael opened his mouth to say something before snapping it closed again. He’d spent the entire day trying to convince himself that Neo only thought of him when it was feeding time. Yes, he’d definitely needed Neo when he woke earlier, but was that reason enough to feel and say the things he did? Had he transferred the anger of the last several days to Neo because that was the only way he knew to deal with it?

“Michael!” Neo barked, running down the path from the house.

“I’ll leave the two of you alone,” Ramiro said. “The way you’re dressed…” He blew out a breath. “I kinda like my head where it is.”

By the time Neo reached Michael, Ramiro had already disappeared into the tasting barn. “Don’t get mad at him. Ramiro was just trying to help me understand.”

Neo started to reach for Michael, but stopped himself, dropping his arms to his sides. “You shouldn’t have to go to a stranger for that. I should’ve been there for you. I’m sorry.”

“Ramiro isn’t a stranger. He’s proven himself to be a good friend.”

“Maybe so.” Neo shuffled his feet for several moments before reaching out to take Michael’s hand. “I went to see my father.”

The admission surprised Michael. “You did?”

Neo nodded. “You were right. Zeus is the biggest self-centred asshole I’ve ever met. So even though I come by it naturally, if I’m even a tenth as self-absorbed as he is, no wonder you don’t want anything more to do with me.”

Michael shook his head. “I didn’t mean all the things I said.”

“Oh, you meant them, but I know you would never have said them if I hadn’t pushed you. I’m the same person you fell in love with, but there was a time when you were willing to look beyond my many faults. I used you today, and for that, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make amends. What I did allowed doubt into your heart. You suddenly began to question why you should look beyond my faults, and I don’t have an answer for that. I love you more than I can explain, but I need to take a good hard look at myself before I can expect you to truly believe that.”

“All the stuff that happened…” Michael sighed. “I took my anger out on you.”

Neo nodded. “And I’ve been making everyone I come into contact with suffer for what happened to me so long ago.” Neo took a step forward, bringing his body against Michael’s. “I should’ve been here for you, no matter what.”

“No,” Michael shook his head. “You are first and foremost a king. It comes natural to you.”

“What, being an asshole?”

With a smile on his face, Michael wrapped his arms around Neo’s waist. “No. Today, you rescued four people.” It suddenly dawned on Michael that he hadn’t asked about Kern and Audric. He’d only assumed they had been found when Neo had returned home. “Audric and Kern are okay, aren’t they?”

“Sort of. They’re both here, but I think they’re far from okay.” Neo brushed a kiss across Michael’s forehead. “I don’t want to talk about them right now. Let’s talk about you. What can I do to help you?”

“Hold me. Talk to me.” Michael squeezed Neo tighter. “Trust me.”

“Trust doesn’t come easily for me,” Neo admitted.

“I know. Which is why I couldn’t ask for a better gift from you.” Michael released Neo and took a step back. He held out his hand and waited for Neo to take it. “Let’s go back to bed.”

Neo cupped Michael’s ass through the towel. “Next time you storm out of the bedroom, could you please remember to grab some clothes?”

* * * *

Two weeks later, Michael left Gunnar’s apartment with a heavy heart. Although his friend was trying to deal with his unique status among the Blessed Creatures, Gunnar still tended to hide himself away, even after dark.

“There you are,” Neo said, meeting Michael on the path between the dormitory and the main house.

“Sorry. I was playing chess with Gunnar,” Michael explained after accepting a deep kiss.

Neo rubbed Michael’s back. “Don’t worry. He’ll adjust.”

“I hope you’re right,” Michael mumbled. He buried his face against Neo’s chest and inhaled. Never would he tire of the scent of his mate.

“We need to talk.”

Finally! Although he’d spent almost every moment with Neo since the night of their fight, Michael still couldn’t get his mate to talk about the conversation he’d had with Zeus. “Does this have anything to do with why you’re not feeding from me anymore?”

“No. I’ve already told you, playing is one thing, but I don’t need you to feed me.” Neo grinned. “I’m a big boy now.”

Michael reached between them and palmed Neo’s cock. “You’ve always been a big boy.”

A soft moan escaped Neo’s lips as Michael continued to knead the growing erection. With any luck he’d make his mate lose control. Despite Neo’s reservations about feeding from him, Michael needed it, physically and emotionally. The connection he felt to his mate afterwards had become addictive, but it was more than that. It was as if his body was about to explode. Although he still wasn’t sure what it was about his blood that helped Neo, it wanted out.

“You’re asking for trouble.” Neo skimmed Michael’s neck with his teeth, keeping his fangs sheathed.

Michael worked his hand inside Neo’s pants, grinning when Neo let loose another deep moan. He slowly stroked Neo’s cock, spreading the pre-cum down its length.

“Mmmm,” Neo groaned, nicking the skin on Michael’s neck.

At the hint of blood, Neo’s fangs dropped and pressed against Michael’s neck. Michael held his breath, silently encouraging his lover to drink. “Please,” he finally begged.

Neo immediately released Michael and tried to step away, but Michael’s hand around his cock kept him from going far. “I can’t,” Neo apologised. “You’re like a drug that I can’t get enough of, don’t you understand that?”

“No, I don’t. All I know is that I feel like I’m burning alive from the inside out, and only your bite will help.” With a sigh, Michael released Neo’s cock. “I don’t know why you’re doing this to me.”

“Because I love you,” Neo whispered. He cupped Michael’s cheeks, rubbing the skin around Michael’s eyes with his thumbs. “Have you noticed how much younger you look since I’ve stopped feeding?”

Michael had, but he assumed the toll of being kidnapped and tortured was to blame for his appearance a few weeks earlier. “That doesn’t make sense. I was made for you. My blood is my gift.”

Neo pulled Michael into his arms. “It was a gift I took for granted. Your blood tastes better than any Liquid Crimson I’ve ever produced. I’m like a junky in constant need of my next fix.” Neo buried his face in Michael’s curls. “What I didn’t know was that I was draining the life from you, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

Michael’s breath caught in his chest. Suddenly his creation no longer felt like a gift at all. “In other words, the gods think I’m expendable.” Michael pushed his way out of Neo’s embrace. “Excuse me, but there’s someone I need to speak with.”

“Wait!” Neo shouted, grabbing for Michael. “If you have anyone to blame, it should be me. I’m the one who didn’t know there was a limit to how much blood I could take from you.”

“Exactly.” Michael nodded. “You didn’t know. The question is why my father didn’t tell you.” He covered Neo’s hand where it rested on his shoulder. “I’m not angry with you. I just need answers.”

“Tell me what you need?” Neo begged.

“Answers, I’ve already told you that,” Michael explained. “But they’re my father’s answers to give, not yours.”

“But don’t you see, it’s okay, because I’ve learned to be around you and not give in to the bloodlust.”

“You shouldn’t have to. Like it or not, Neo, you’re a vampire. I know it, the gods know it and my father knows it. So why would they tease you with blood that makes you stronger only to put a limit on how much you can take? And why the fuck would someone who claims to love me put me in this position in the first place, knowing it could very well kill me? Those are the answers I need.”

Michael prayed Neo would understand. His mate had made great strides in the last two weeks in accepting who he’d become, even going as far as to counsel Gunnar through his transition.

“The blood from the donors is enough to keep me strong. The gods’ true gift was your heart, not your blood.” Neo pulled Michael into his arms once again. “As long as I have you, I have sunshine. I don’t need your blood for that. I just need you to always be by my side.”

There was something in Neo’s tone that worried Michael. It was almost as if Neo was scared. “What’re you afraid of?” Michael asked.

“That they’ll take you from me,” Neo admitted.

“They’ll have to kill me first.”

“I won’t take that chance.” Neo took a deep breath. “I’ve already agreed to help Spiro lead the Realm. My hope is that it will be enough to please the gods.”

“We’re leaving the vineyard?” Although he’d lived at Le Uve del Regno for less than a year, it had become his home, and the thought of going back to living a life at the Realm held no appeal.

“No. That was part of my agreement with Spiro. I’ll travel to the Realm for official business but this,” Neo gestured out over the vineyard, “is my home and always will be. Still, I’m not completely unaware of the state of the Realm. Spiro has done his best for too long without my help, and it’s time I stepped up. Besides, not everyone wants the Blessed Creatures to live in harmony. I have a feeling LaMont’s coven was just the tip of the iceberg.”

Although it was a huge step for Neo, Michael couldn’t help being hurt. After all, the decision had been made without him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now,” Neo said, his eyebrows drawing together in apparent confusion.

Michael nodded. “Yes, you are. Silly me, I thought we were a team.”

Neo groaned and rolled his eyes. “We are a team, but this was business.”

Breaking away in a flurry of swinging arms, Michael seethed. “When will you get it through your head that what you do, whether it’s business or pleasure, affects me?!” Michael shook his head. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Stop acting like a child,” Neo growled when Michael turned towards the house.

“I’ll stop acting like one when you stop treating me like one.”

“What the fuck, Michael? There’s not a damn decision I make that seems to be good enough for you,” Neo said, bumping Michael with his chest as he followed him.

“That’s because they’re all your decisions, not ours!” Michael shouted without turning around. “Do you even care how it makes me feel when you don’t feed from me? Did you ever bother to ask? It hurts. I’m in almost constant pain. I’ve tried to tell you. I’ve begged you, but you’ve made some macho decision, and what I want or need doesn’t matter to you. Well it matters to me! I want to be with you, but I won’t follow you blindly. I’ve trained my entire life to be your mate, to be everything you could possibly want in a partner, and that includes being knowledgeable enough in the workings of the Realm to help you make decisions.”

Michael opened the door and stepped into the house. He didn’t have to look back to know Neo was still shadowing him. He chose to ignore his mate and reached for a glass. After filling it with water and taking a long drink, his heart rate was still beating uncontrollably.

Draining the glass, he set it in the sink with more force than was necessary. The glass broke into three large pieces, one of them slicing the palm of his hand. “Shit!” He yanked his hand away when the blood began eating through the sink drain.  Still, even that little bit relieved some of his pain.

Michael turned and held up his hand. Neo had taken refuge on the far side of the room, obviously trying to control his bloodlust while staying to make sure Michael was okay. “See this?”

Neo’s fangs slipped down into place. He covered his mouth and turned his back to Michael. “You need to apply pressure to stop the bleeding.”

“Why would I do that when it feels so good? Is this what I’m going to have to do from now on, cut myself to relieve my pain?” Michael watched as the blood began to pool onto the marble floor. He still didn’t understand why his blood seemed to eat away at metal and other vampires but nothing else. “Of course I’ll have to experiment a little. I just hope I don’t cut too deep.”

“Stop it!” Neo yelled.

“I’m begging you to help me. Surely we can find a way to give us both what we need.”

The statement hung between them for several moments. Michael finally opened his mouth to make another plea when he noticed Neo’s shoulders begin to shake. He swallowed around the lump in his throat as he realised he’d made the son of Zeus cry.

Dammit! How many times had he yelled at Neo for being selfish, and here he was thinking only of himself and not how much anguish he was putting Neo through? Neo’s love hit him straight between the eyes. The devotion of his mate was yet another thing Michael had questioned to death. Yet there they stood, barely ten feet apart, one bleeding, one needing the blood but refusing to take it.

Michael turned and grabbed a towel from the drawer. “I’m sorry,” he said, applying pressure to the wound. He’d fucked up big this time. “I was so busy criticising you for being selfish…” Michael squeezed his eyes shut, truly ashamed of the things he’d said. “You’ve been suffering for me because you love me. Yeah, I heard you say the words, but I was so wrapped up in my own pain I didn’t really listen to them.”

Neo wiped his eyes and turned to face Michael. “I am selfish. I know you’ve been hurting, but I hoped it would go away. I’ll gladly live with my own demons for a life with you, but I can’t stand the thought of you hurting yourself.”

Michael took several steps forward, trying to gauge Neo’s reaction as he neared. “Let me go talk to my father. Maybe he can help us.”

Neo shook his head. “No. The answers lie with my father.” He took a deep breath. “Go ask Spiro to help heal your hand and your pain. I have no doubt Spiro has some strange concoction that’ll help until I get to the bottom of this.”

* * * *

As much as Neo wanted to storm into Zeus’ throne room and demand answers, he knew he’d get further by showing the respect the god deserved. The moment Neo stepped into the room, he lowered his head. “May I speak to you?”

“I was just talking about you,” Zeus answered. “Ares tells me you’ve agreed to help Spiro.”

“Yes.”

“Come forward,” Zeus beckoned. “I’m curious as to what changed your mind.”

Neo walked towards his father with his eyes still on the floor. “Michael made me realise a few things that I hadn’t allowed myself to think about before he came into my life.”

“Such as?”

“I care if the Blessed Creatures live or die,” Neo stated. “After I was changed, I don’t think I cared about anyone, not even myself. I focused all my emotions on my grapes, using them as some would use friends. When Michael was kidnapped, I realised I wanted to make the world a safer place for him.”

Neo glanced up at his father. “I’ve seen, first hand, the pain my friends are in because of wayward Blessed Creatures. I know none of it would’ve happened if only I’d stepped up years ago. I knew the LaMont coven was evil, yet I chose to bury my head in my work instead of doing something about it. I’ll carry that guilt for the rest of my life.”

Zeus stroked his white beard, obviously in thought. “There is no need to carry guilt. It will only cloud your judgement in the future. Even I didn’t see the LaMont coven as a threat.”

Neo nodded. It was a bold statement coming from the god who felt he was above all others. Perhaps Zeus’ giving mood would play to Neo’s advantage. “I beg a favour of you, Father.”

A snow white eyebrow rose. “Really? You’ve never asked me for one in the past.”

Neo lowered his head again. “Do you have the power to take the sunlight from Michael’s blood while still allowing him immortality?”

“Why would you ask for such a thing? Michael was created specifically to give you back what was taken from you.”

“Yes, I know that, and while I appreciate the gesture, the cost to Michael is too great. I would rather roam in the darkness forever than shorten the life of the man I love.”

“But for six hundred years you’ve hated the world because you longed to feel the sun on your face.”

Neo felt the sting of tears as moisture filled his eyes. “I was wrong. It took Michael’s love for me to see that. The sun holds no meaning without him.”

Zeus chuckled. “Perhaps we’re not so alike after all. I envy your love, and if you ever repeat that, I’ll deny it.”

“Will you help me?” Neo asked. If he needed to get on his knees and beg it was a small price to pay even though his father would never let him forget it.

“There is no need to go to such an extreme. Twice a week feedings will give you both what you need. You may not be able to sunbathe but in moderation, the sun won’t burn you.”

“And Michael won’t age?” Neo questioned.

“Like them young, do you?” Zues grinned. “No, Michael won’t age.”

Michael’s appearance had nothing to do with Neo’s request. He simply wanted to make sure his mate was around for as long as Neo was. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me by protecting the Blessed Creatures. I have many children among them who might someday require your leadership.”

Neo bowed once more before backing out of the room. His father’s words about other children didn’t bother him. Zeus had many children, but Spiro was Neo’s only brother as far as he was concerned.

* * * *

Michael paced back and forth beside the bed as he waited for Neo to return. He’d confessed to his father his selfish attitude and the hateful things he’d said to Neo. Spiro had only smiled and congratulated Michael for standing up for himself. According to Spiro, there would always be times of struggle but it was the ability to step back and see the other person’s point of view that made a relationship work.

A noise in the hallway alerted him to Neo’s approach. The door opened and Neo stormed into the room, tearing off his shirt.

“Bed. Now,” Neo growled, stepping out of his shoes and unzipping his pants.

Michael wanted to jump for joy. Already wearing nothing but a bathrobe, Michael untied the sash and pushed the heavy terrycloth off his shoulders. “I take it Zeus was of some help?”

“Yes.” Naked, Neo ran his hand up the length of his cock before giving the hard flesh a tight squeeze. “Twice a week feedings.” Neo grinned and shook his cock accusingly at Michael. “I can control myself, can you?”

Michael sprawled onto the centre of the bed and spread his legs. Earlier, he’d showered and prepared himself, hoping for good news. Neo’s fangs dropped when he noticed Michael’s already stretched and lubed hole. “That depends. Did Zeus say anything about how often you can fuck me, or does the twice a week rule only pertain to feeding?”

With a groan that sounded like pure need, Neo pounced. He flipped Michael onto his stomach and covered him with his warmth. “It will be my pleasure to fuck you as many times as you can handle.”

Michael lifted his ass and ground it against his mate’s cock. “Then prepare yourself because you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

Neo playfully nipped the skin covering Michael’s shoulder blade. “You’re all talk but as soon as you come you fall asleep.”

“Guess you’ll just have to give me something to stay awake for then.” Michael moaned when Neo’s skilled tongue lapped at the blood before it had a chance to trickle down his side. “Now stop teasing me. Let me feel those fangs sink deep, suck hard.”

Neo insinuated his hand between their bodies and circled Michael’s hole with his finger. “Before or after I fuck you?” Neo asked, pushing two fingers inside.

“Mmmm,” Michael moaned. He tried to spread his legs further apart but Neo’s weight prevented him from moving, torturing him even further. “Same time,” he gasped when Neo added a third finger.

Neo used his free hand to apply lube to his cock before moving Michael’s hair off his neck. “You want both?”

“Please,” Michael begged, balling the bedspread in his fists. The first touch of Neo’s cock as it replaced his fingers was countered with the sharp fangs piercing the flesh on his neck. As Neo slid deep inside of him, he began to feed.

Mouth open, Michael felt every hair on his body stand on end as Neo sucked in time with his heart beat. They were one. Despite the arguments and continued adjustments of living an eternity with the same man, Michael knew, in that moment, more than just his blood was made for Neo.

With each thrust of his hips, Neo’s cock prodded Michael’s prostate. It was an unbelievable high, one he hoped to never come down from. “Good,” Michael managed to say.

When Michael felt Neo’s fangs leave his neck, he almost cried. It wasn’t until Neo withdrew his cock that Michael reacted verbally. “Please don’t.”

Chuckling, Neo sat back on his heels and rolled Michael onto his back. “I’m not finished with your ass yet, but, for now, I’ve taken all the blood I can.”

Michael wrapped his legs around Neo’s waist and held out his arms. “Help me up.”

Neo easily pulled Michael into his lap before lifting him enough to enter him once more. Michael swivelled his hips, moving the hard length deeper. He stared into Neo’s eyes and smiled. His big strong vampire looked like a greedy little boy with food all over his chin. Michael leant forward and bathed his mate’s face.

“Did you actually manage to get any of my blood into your mouth, or were you just saving some to enjoy later?” Michael joked.

“I like feeling your tongue on me,” Neo whispered against Michael’s lips.

Michael’s eyebrows rose as he braced his knees on the bed. He started a slow up and down rhythm as he opened his mouth for Neo’s questing tongue. The erotic kiss quickly ratcheted up the passion between them once again. Michael’s tongue managed to make its way into Neo’s mouth. He used it to seek out the fangs he’d come to love. Although they were sheathed, Michael ran his tongue against the pointed tip, silently begging for what he needed.

Neo tried to pull out of the kiss, but Michael followed him, refusing to withdraw. Michael pressed harder against the tip and was rewarded when he felt the small puncture. Neo groaned as Michael’s blood coated both of their tongues. As far as Michael was concerned this wasn’t about feeding, so it should be perfectly safe.

All too soon the puncture healed, one of the downsides of mixing Neo’s saliva with a cut. Michael withdrew his tongue and stared into Neo’s eyes once again. “I love you,” he whispered.

“You’re my life,” Neo answered in return. He pushed Michael back onto the bed without breaking their connection. Evidently Neo was tired of the slow rhythm because within moments he was hammering in and out of Michael’s hole.

Prostate under assault once more, Michael’s gaze was riveted to the cock that was sawing in and out his body. He reached between them and gave his own cock several hard, satisfying strokes. “You look good fucking me.”

“Come for me,” Neo said, his eyes moving from Michael’s cock to his face. “Bathe me in it.”

With his hand still wrapped around his cock, Michael cried out Neo’s name as he came, splashing his seed on Neo’s chest. They both watched as the pearly drops of cum began to drip from Neo’s chest to land on Michael.

With a growl of his approaching climax, Neo sealed their bodies together, smearing the cum between them. Michael wrapped his arms around his mate and held him while Neo’s body continued to jerk with each strand of cum that shot from his cock.

Love you. Michael didn’t say it out loud, but he felt it in every cell of his body. He buried his face against Neo’s sweat-coated neck and closed his eyes, totally content for the first time in weeks. Neo must have felt the same because before Michael could recover enough to speak, he heard the soft snores he’d come to rely on. With a smile on his face, Michael allowed himself to drift off, hoping he’d be awakened in a couple of hours for round two.

* * * *

“Would you like something to eat this morning?” Evelyn, their new housekeeper, asked.

“Perhaps a few boiled eggs, if you don’t mind,” Michael answered.

“Not at all, Sir. Would you like them served warm?”

“No thank you. I’m not hungry at the moment. Put them in the refrigerator, please, and I’ll get them later.”

“Very well.” Evelyn left the study as quietly as she’d entered.

From his chair beside Neo’s, Michael watched the door close and sighed. Although Evelyn was a great addition to the household, he missed Joseph. It was hard to believe it had already been a month since Neo buried his long-time butler.

Michael stood and stared out the window towards the newly-established cemetery. Before the kidnapping, the vineyard didn’t have need for such a thing, but Joseph’s death reminded all of them how precious life is. As hard as he tried, Neo still hadn’t warmed to the new housekeeper. Michael supposed everyone grieved in their own way. For Neo, it was spending at least an hour a day sitting at Joseph’s grave.

Michael’s gaze travelled from the cemetery to the vineyard, coming to rest on the shadowed outline of the man he loved. It was sunrise, Neo’s favourite time of the day. Michael smiled. His lover looked so peaceful, with his handsome face turned upward to catch the morning light as it began to peek over the horizon.

Although he usually tried to give Neo his space at sunrise, Michael found himself opening the French door that led to the man he loved. It truly was a glorious morning. The blooming roses at the end of the row filled the air with a soft fragrance while providing a nice colour contrast to the grape leaves.

Reaching Neo, Michael wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist and rested his cheek on Neo’s back. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Neo reached back and hugged Michael before settling his hands on top of Michael’s. “Haig came back during the night,” Neo whispered into the still morning air.

“Did you speak to him?” Michael asked.

“Briefly. Evidently he sensed that Audric was staying in the dorm and wanted to know why.”

“What did you tell him?” Michael buried his face against Neo’s back. He hated that Haig had been away from Kern for so long, but once again, everyone mourned in their own way, and for Haig, Kern mating with Audric had obviously felt like a death.

“I told him the full moon was two days away and no one had bothered to prepare Audric for what he may be facing.”

“You think he’ll shift?” Michael asked.

“There’s a very real possibility. Older weres can control their shifts but younger ones can’t. And since we have no way of knowing what DNA changes took place when Kern bit Audric, someone should at least be there to help him.”

Michael nodded. “What did Haig say to that?”

Neo reached back and pulled Michael around to stand in front of him. “Haig wanted to know where Kern was and why he hadn’t been helping Audric. He wasn’t too happy when I told him Kern hadn’t left the house since I brought him home that day.”

Michael had witnessed the bond between Haig and Kern. He’d prayed many times over the last month to see the mates back together. “They’ll work it out.” Michael pressed back against Neo’s chest.

Silently, the two of them watched with reverence as the sun continued to rise. They’d both learned to treat every moment of sunshine as the precious gift that it was. Now that Neo could fully appreciate the vibrant colours only daylight could provide, he’d had a great many flower gardens and borders constructed. Each bed was planted with a profusion of brightly coloured flowers, and as the sun rose, Michael turned his attention back to the house. A yawn took him by surprise. He truly had adopted Neo’s schedule.

“Ready for bed?” Neo asked.

Michael nodded and lifted his hand to cover another yawn. “Will you come with me?”

Neo kissed the top of Michael’s head. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

About the Author

An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of erotic romance. Carol juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. These days, you can usually find Carol either cleaning jelly out of the carpet or nestled in her favourite chair writing steamy love scenes.

Email: carol@carol-lynne.net

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