“You wouldn’t.” Just the thought made Rory want to pout. Not being able to kiss his lover whenever he wanted would be incredibly inconvenient, just another thing Devin could hold over his head if he was misbehaving. The blond crossed his arms and arched a brow.”I didn’t do anything wrong. Why would you punish me like that?”
“Do you want to make a bet on that?” They both knew Devin got off on making Rory beg and it would hardly be the first time he had done something like that. Of course, the threat didn’t hold much as he leaned in and kissed the other. “Just reminding you is all.”
“And you think I’m the paranoid one,” he said, trying not to roll his eyes and heading back towards the kitchen. “I think you need some new friends.” At least one would probably be good for August, though Chase knew they wouldn’t be human and he’d have to learn to deal with that.
“I don’t think, I know. You still seem to think I’m going to hurt you,” he pointed out knowing damn well that Chase still tensed any time August got too close to him. “I didn’t even have friends when I was human.”
He’d collected a debt today, needing a fresh heart for a spell, and when he’d gotten back, Ava had been in the shop. Perfect. He dropped the heart into the waiting cauldron and moved to where she stood. “I’m glad to see you,” he said, pulling her into a kiss, blood still dripping from his hands. “I need your blood,” he muttered, more warning than he’d normally give someone. He kissed her again as he slipped his knife into her side.
The words were throwing off far more red flags than the heart she could only assume was still warm in his hand. Never in all the time they had known each other could Ava remember Alexi showing that sort of sentiment where she was concerned. Especially when she went out of her way to annoy him. But the initial kiss was nice, even if it was a distraction. “Don’t you fucking da–” she started to say, the words cut off by his lips once more. But the sharp jolt of pain from the blade had her shoving him moments before swinging, knowing full well she was physically stronger despite looking so much tinier than him.
He hesitated for the briefest of moments before placing his hands on her face and gently kissing her on the forehead. “Maybe. But this isn’t a promise. It’s an observation. I don’t like to make promises to people who won’t believe them, but I do love you and I won’t be leaving.”
Her hands were shaking when they slid over his, the internal debated over whether or not to hold him there or push him away clear in her eyes. But the soft kiss to her forehead had her quickly breaking into tears. It was such a simple sort of affection but something she had been lacking for so long.
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