Necessary Passion [Alchemy Mates 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Jana Downs Page B

ecstasy faded and his reason returned.
    “We’ll train some more when we wake?” Aidan asked, yawning.
    “Yes, of course.” Sky rolled, pulling from Aidan and simultaneously turning him into his arms. Aidan fit perfectly into the curve of Sky’s torso. He smiled at the thought. He seemed infinitely precious to Sky, more precious than Sky had ever thought possible.
    Several hours later Sky stretched his arms above his head in perfect bliss. He knew that he had awakened much later than he normally would, but lounging about in bed with Aidan MacGregor warranted such laziness. He rolled, feeling the warmth of a strong male body by him in bed.
    “Hmmm, good morning,” Sky muttered, nuzzling the hunter’s tangled blond hair in greeting and wrapping his arms around Aidan’s bare waist. He must’ve rolled away from Sky at some point during the day, but that was all right. After all, the most delectable part of Aidan’s body was vulnerable to the vampire’s whims. He allowed himself the luxury of grabbing a handful of that wonderfully muscled backside.
    A groan sounded. “Do you fucking mind? Bloody hell, insatiable bastard.” Aidan’s rough, sleep-trodden voice caused Sky to chuckle.
    “Awake, my beloved. We must not tarry too long in bed. We’ve training to commence with.” Sky’s voice was gentle as he again nuzzled the side of his jäger’s neck. Another groan was his only answer.
     
    * * * *
     
    Over an hour later Aidan managed to drag himself down the stairs and greet the afternoon. The servants all scurried about offering him this and that. It was still strange for him to be treated like a noble. He didn’t know how the hell Sky got used to it. He was a MacGregor. People didn’t get much more common than that. Hunters were, by tradition, from the working class, and all this ridiculous aristocracy unnerved him in the worse way. And it was only going to get worse because vampires were, by their own traditions, the direct opposite of common. They saturated the upper classes and relied heavily on pomp and flair to conduct their affairs. Aidan wagered this damn contest between Jessup and Sky would be no different.
    The squeaky voice of Sky’s young butler cut into his thoughts as he got to the first-floor landing. “Would the Lord MacGregor care for any breakfast before he joins the master in the solar?”
    “No thanks. And, please, call me ‘Aidan’, okay?” Aidan corrected gently, afraid of giving the boy a heart attack. Mahogany really was the most jumpy individual he’d ever met. The hunter’s lips pursed as he thought of the possible reasons behind the uneasiness. He wondered if Sky used the boy as a feeding source. A green flare of jealousy came out of nowhere, causing him to glare daggers in Mahogany’s direction.
    “A–As you w–wish, my l–lord,” the butler stammered before scurrying out of Aidan’s path. Aidan rolled his eyes. He seriously didn’t understand that boy. Sky would explain it to him when he found him. He definitely would, because Aidan wouldn’t tolerate him not telling. Sky hadn’t fed on him, and Aidan wanted to know why. He sighed. Why am I so annoyed all of a sudden ?
    He turned the corner into the solar. Sky’s warm voice wrapped around Aidan’s cock as soon as he stepped through the door that led into their practice arena from the night before.
    “Glad you finally made it, jäger.”
    He hardened instantly, his body bringing back the memories of the thousands of touches from their heated encounter. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph .
    Sky chuckled. “Hmmm, perhaps you are in need of some attention beforehand?”
    “Not bloody likely,” Aiden snorted under his breath, knowing the vampire could hear him. “We’ve a battle to prepare for, Sky. If we spend so much time, um, horizontal, we won’t be prepared, and then I’ll be stuck with you for the rest of my cursed existence, and we both know how unpleasant that would be for the both of us so, let’s get going