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Yes. Yes, now. Gryphon pulled Remy up, his mouth moving
down so they were both in a position to bite and suck before
sinking his fangs into that tanned throat. Remy stilled for a
moment, then shuddered, sucking up a mark as sweet blood
pulsed into his mouth.
Bliss. Absolute bliss. Shaking, he moved against Remy,
licking the tiny wound to stop the blood, the taste spicy and
salty and metallic.
"You. I mean. Douce..." Remy chuckled and moaned. "I
ain't never had another. I mean. That was. Oo-eee!"
"Indeed, sweet. That was indeed." Pulling Remy even
closer, trying to sink into that skin. He'd never felt better.
"You ... You wanna fuck, Douce? Boss ain't here and he's
real distracted these days." Wicked, wanton man.
"Is that what you want, sweet? Show me, if it is. Get
yourself ready?" Did he want to ... for Heaven's sake. Of
course he did.
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"Sure, Douce. You like to watch, do you?" Remy sucked
two fingers into those kiss-swollen lips, started sucking and
licking, giving him a show.
His mouth all but watered, and he nodded. "I like to watch
you, yes. You have my full attention, sweet."
Remy blushed, pressed closer and started rubbing against
his belly as those fingers slipped free with a 'pop' and headed
down to disappear inside Remy's body. His eyes widened, his
mouth opening on a silent sigh. Perfect. Completely at home
with him. Sweet Remy. Gryphon watched as long as he could,
and when he could bear no more he reached around, pressing
Remy's fingers with his own.
"Yeah..." Remy groaned, lips open, eyelashes dark where
they were closed. "That's fine."
"More than fine. So hot." So alive. So very alive. Gryph let
one finger slide inside, testing Remy's readiness. Remy was
like a little furnace, blazing around him, promising pure
Heaven. His eyes tried to roll in his head, but he kept them
on Remy, refusing to miss any of this. He pushed Remy to
open himself, making ready.
"I think now, yeah? I got a need." Remy shifted and
straddled, pressing the top of his cock right where he wanted
it to be.
"Now, then." His hands landed naturally on Remy's hips,
and Gryphon tugged, moaning deeply when Remy slipped
right down on his cock.
"Uhn." That was a fabulous noise, almost as good as the
way Remy snapped around him, ass dragging around his
prick.
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"Remy." Nothing in his long experience had moved him so.
Perhaps he had felt this good, but never this ... deeply.
"Uh-huh. Like. Like a guy that 'members my name. More."
Sweet lad. Gryphon rolled up to take a kiss, his hand behind
Remy's head to pull him down. The angle changed, pushing
him deep inside, giving Remy more. Remy jerked, echoes of
pleasure just flooding him. "Gryphon!"
Oh. Again.
Someone remembered his name, as well. It charmed and
delighted him. Holding Remy right where he was, Gryph
pushed up, muscles straining.
Remy's eyes rolled like dice, throat working as they
moved. The scent of need and blood just washed over him.
He hadn't taken much the first time. Surely he could take a
tiny bit more ... Gryphon moved, lips trailing down Remy's
neck, sinking right in at the base.
Remy squeezed him tight, a sweet noise filling the air as
that ass rippled and jerked around him. Gryphon cried out,
unable to withstand any more. He spent himself, filling Remy
deep inside, his prick jerking madly. All the while he licked at
the punctures he'd made, letting Remy feed him.
This time, they weren't interrupted. It made an enormous
difference.
It made all the difference in the world. "Better, sweet
Remy?"
"Mmhmm." Remy curled around him, moaning low,
muttering in broken French.
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"Good. Sleep some more. Your friends will be back soon."
Then they would begin all of the posturing and sniping again,
no doubt. For now they would simply rest.
Together.
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Chapter Twenty Six
"A hearse?" He couldn't fucking believe it, but there it was.
Vance stared at Remy. "You got us a hearse?"
The little fucking Cajun had a sick fucking sense of humor.
Remy looked over, shrugged. "It fits all y'all, doesn't it?
It's got the scary good tint on the windows and curtains and
shit, don't it? It's fucking cool, man."
Vance looked at Clay. "Where did you find him again?"
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
"The swamp." Clay grinned, winked, making him chuckle a
little.
"Him, the gators, and mosquitoes the size of sparrows.
Amazing." He shook his head, grinned. "Do we have to ride in
coffins?"
"Nah. I couldn't fit three in there. I tacked extra padding
up in the back." The little fucker looked tickled as a pig in
shit.
"Lord, lord." Clay clapped Remy on the back while the
skinny one rolled his eyes and smiled fondly. Man, this was
gonna be a bitch of a trip.
"Okay, y'all. In the hearse. Get cozy." Little fucker.
"Don't make me bite you, Rem." Although, Vance bet
Remy would be spicy as Hell.
"Fuck off, Boo, or I'll go munch on the boss and make you
all twisty."
"All right, children, let us play nice and get this done, shall
we?" That came from the Gryphon guy, who put a possessive
hand on Remy's waist.
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Oh, look at that. Man, Clay was gonna be pissed.
"Yeah, I have some business to take care of with the
Colonel. Move it."
Clay only growled a little. Not much at all, just curling his
lip. Then he grabbed Vance instead, pushing him into the
fucking hearse. They landed together in the back, which
Remy'd actually made cozy with a shit load of blankets and
pillows, the tinted windows well-covered.
Clay curled around him, face buried in his neck. "This is
humiliating, baby boy. But kinda cute."
"Hey, he's your lackey, man. You get the blame."
"Yeah, yeah." He got a vicious pinch, right on his ass. Of
course, it might not have been Clay. Gryph muscled right in
with them, moving them over.
"Watch it, man. That doesn't belong to you." He scooted
closer to Clay.
"No? Ah, well." That chuckle was damned wicked. "It's
quite nice."
He snorted, rolled his eyes. "Where are you from, man?
You're not a local."
Of course, he wasn't a local, either; or was he? He'd have
to ask Clay whether him becoming whatever it was he was
here made him from here.
Fuck, that made his head hurt.
Clay bit him. "Don't be a doofus, honey. You're from ...
wherever you're from."
Gryphon laughed again. "Indeed. You would not believe
me if I told you where I was from, at any rate."
Fuck, that mind-reading thing? Weird as Hell.
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"How do you know? I'm pretty good at that whole
imagination thing."
"Are you?"
Clay rumbled about as loud as the engine when Remy
started them up. "Yeah, he is, but he's not imagining
anything about you."
Like he'd do that. He was all filled to the top with Clay.
"Mmmm." Clay nuzzled against him, smiling. "Yes. All the
way up."
"You two don't start nothin' back there, now. Horndogs."
He caught himself before he growled, focusing on Clay.
Horndog. That was him.
"Yeah, what does he know?" Clay whispered. "What else
do we have to do?"
"Nothing. Just rest and touch before we go hunt that
motherfucker down." He carefully avoided thinking about the
jobs he'd done for the Colonel. He'd been ... misinformed.
"You can't help that. You were just doing a job." Clay
nuzzled his throat, nibbling a little, giving him the shivers.
"I know." Still, it bugged him. He was supposed to be one
of the good guys. Damn it.
"Well, that's quite relative, isn't it?" Gryphon said. "Now
you're a good guy to vampires and a bad one to your
colonel."
Oh, fuck. That was going to make his head hurt.
"Oh, Douce, honey. You don' wan' go about spouting that
shit. You'll make thing worse on our poor Boo."
Vance was going to eat Remy.
Chomp.
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"Drive, Remy. You shut up," Clay finished, growling at
Gryphon. "We really should rest, baby. Gather our strength.
Pray that Remy doesn't stop at Popeye's. It gives him the
farts."
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