imagining how Astrid’s tight, heated walls would suck him in and milk the seed from his body with every thrust drove him closer to the edge.
He pulled Astrid tighter to his chest, wanting to assuage both their aching erections. But remembering what Astrid had suffered through had him easing back. He wanted to make his and Astrid’s first time together special to show Astrid what lovemaking between two mates could be like. Loving and caring but most of all, no pain, and if Astrid were to say no, he would honor that decision. He would never force him to do anything.
Klaus pulled back slightly and watched for signs of distress on Astrid’s face. Astrid’s eyes were still closed, his cheeks had reddened, and his breathing had become rapid. Astrid absently brought his Astrid’s Wish
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fingers to his lips and touched his mouth. So innocent . His angelic features, coupled with his inexperience, made Klaus feel like his touch may tarnish the golden halo above his angel’s head. Maybe his mate deserved better than him.
Astrid slowly stroked his finger back and forth across the plump flesh of his lower lip. Klaus groaned as the sight of such an unintentionally sensual touch. He wanted to devour the supple lips again.
“Astrid?” Klaus very gently pulled Astrid’s hand away. “Angel, look at me.”
Astrid blinked his eyes open. “You called me angel,” he said, whispering the words.
Klaus grinned mischievously at him. “Yes, I did.” He lightly caressed the side of Astrid’s face. “Your pure, innocent nature reminds me of an angel fallen to earth, forced to walk among us lowly paranormals.” He entwined his fingers with Astrid’s.
“I think I like that, being your angel.” Astrid beamed a smile at him.
“Well, you are.” Klaus grinned down at Astrid.
Klaus had decided from that one kiss he wasn’t going to be able to question his mate like some common criminal. Plus, Astrid didn’t remember much. If he could get Carter, a fellow witch and a past-reader, out here, he might be able to fill in the gaps. Carter could possibly see more than even Astrid realized he had memories of.
“I need to go make a phone call. Since we’re not getting anywhere”—he winked at Astrid—“I’m going to go call a past-reader I know and have him come out here. It’s painless, and he can get all the answers we need a lot faster by reading what lays in your memories”—he tapped a finger against Astrid’s temple—“rather than me sitting here asking you questions you don’t know the answers to.”
“Oh.” Astrid dropped his head, resting his chin against his chest.
“I understand. You must be in a hurry to get back to your life.”
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Klaus winced at Astrid’s words. His mate had it all wrong, but Klaus was an idiot for not explaining himself better.
He placed a finger under Astrid’s chin, lifting his head until their eyes met. “Angel, my life is here with you now. I will never abandon you. But me and you alone together will get us nowhere. All I want to do is kiss you again.” He waggled his eyebrows at his mate.
“Really?”
“Really,” Klaus reassured him. “But I’m still here to learn of your origins and to find out if you have information locked away in that head of yours that might help the council.”
“But I don’t know anything. I swear.” Astrid gnawed on his lower lip, causing blood to rush to the surface.
“Angel, you’d be amazed what our brains can retain when we don’t even realize we’re doing it. Don’t worry, this isn’t a test you can fail. We are just being cautious.” Klaus stood to his feet.
As he turned to leave, Astrid jumped from the couch and grabbed his hand. He met Astrid’s pleading eyes. “Do you mean it? You promise you won’t leave me?”
“I promise.” Klaus brushed his lips across Astrid’s. “You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“What do you mean I’m yours?” Astrid asked.
Klaus cupped Astrid’s
He pulled Astrid tighter to his chest, wanting to assuage both their aching erections. But remembering what Astrid had suffered through had him easing back. He wanted to make his and Astrid’s first time together special to show Astrid what lovemaking between two mates could be like. Loving and caring but most of all, no pain, and if Astrid were to say no, he would honor that decision. He would never force him to do anything.
Klaus pulled back slightly and watched for signs of distress on Astrid’s face. Astrid’s eyes were still closed, his cheeks had reddened, and his breathing had become rapid. Astrid absently brought his Astrid’s Wish
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fingers to his lips and touched his mouth. So innocent . His angelic features, coupled with his inexperience, made Klaus feel like his touch may tarnish the golden halo above his angel’s head. Maybe his mate deserved better than him.
Astrid slowly stroked his finger back and forth across the plump flesh of his lower lip. Klaus groaned as the sight of such an unintentionally sensual touch. He wanted to devour the supple lips again.
“Astrid?” Klaus very gently pulled Astrid’s hand away. “Angel, look at me.”
Astrid blinked his eyes open. “You called me angel,” he said, whispering the words.
Klaus grinned mischievously at him. “Yes, I did.” He lightly caressed the side of Astrid’s face. “Your pure, innocent nature reminds me of an angel fallen to earth, forced to walk among us lowly paranormals.” He entwined his fingers with Astrid’s.
“I think I like that, being your angel.” Astrid beamed a smile at him.
“Well, you are.” Klaus grinned down at Astrid.
Klaus had decided from that one kiss he wasn’t going to be able to question his mate like some common criminal. Plus, Astrid didn’t remember much. If he could get Carter, a fellow witch and a past-reader, out here, he might be able to fill in the gaps. Carter could possibly see more than even Astrid realized he had memories of.
“I need to go make a phone call. Since we’re not getting anywhere”—he winked at Astrid—“I’m going to go call a past-reader I know and have him come out here. It’s painless, and he can get all the answers we need a lot faster by reading what lays in your memories”—he tapped a finger against Astrid’s temple—“rather than me sitting here asking you questions you don’t know the answers to.”
“Oh.” Astrid dropped his head, resting his chin against his chest.
“I understand. You must be in a hurry to get back to your life.”
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Klaus winced at Astrid’s words. His mate had it all wrong, but Klaus was an idiot for not explaining himself better.
He placed a finger under Astrid’s chin, lifting his head until their eyes met. “Angel, my life is here with you now. I will never abandon you. But me and you alone together will get us nowhere. All I want to do is kiss you again.” He waggled his eyebrows at his mate.
“Really?”
“Really,” Klaus reassured him. “But I’m still here to learn of your origins and to find out if you have information locked away in that head of yours that might help the council.”
“But I don’t know anything. I swear.” Astrid gnawed on his lower lip, causing blood to rush to the surface.
“Angel, you’d be amazed what our brains can retain when we don’t even realize we’re doing it. Don’t worry, this isn’t a test you can fail. We are just being cautious.” Klaus stood to his feet.
As he turned to leave, Astrid jumped from the couch and grabbed his hand. He met Astrid’s pleading eyes. “Do you mean it? You promise you won’t leave me?”
“I promise.” Klaus brushed his lips across Astrid’s. “You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“What do you mean I’m yours?” Astrid asked.
Klaus cupped Astrid’s
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