"Are you sure you're okay?" Nick asked. "You've been acting kind of squirrely all night long." He snorted. "Hell, you've been acting squirrely for the last several nights."
Gabe shrugged. He couldn't exactly explain it. He just felt like he was waiting for something to happen. He just didn't know what that something was. But the waiting was enough to make his skin itch. Several times he found himself rubbing his hands up and down his arms and pacing.
"You don't think that thing on your throat got infected, do you?"
Gabe paused in his pacing, realizing that he was rubbing at the spot again. He shoved his hands in his pockets and resumed pacing. He felt antsy, uneasy. He felt like he was ready to crawl out of his skin.
And he felt cold. He was constantly freezing, bone deep cold. He hadn't been able to warm since the alleyway. He wore long sleeve shirts, drank hot chocolate and tea, he'd even tried hot showers. Nothing he did seemed to work.
"No, it's not infected," Gabe said. "It's just fine. It itches but that’s because it's healing, that’s all." Nick didn't look like he believed him. Gabe rolled his eyes. He walked over and sat down on the couch next to Nick. He pulled his shirt off over his head and yanked the bandage off then leaned toward Nick. "See, it's fine."
Nick was silent for a moment, almost too long. Gabe started to look toward Nick when the man whistled low under his breath. "Gabe, have you actually looked at this thing in the mirror?"
Gabe frowned. "No, why?"
"It looks like a puncture wound."
"You're going think I've lost my mind but this looks like a bite wound. It's just two teeth marks, like a vampire bit you."
"Wha--" Gabe jumped to his feet and raced into his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He flipped on the light then leaned over the counter and looked in the mirror. Gabe felt like he couldn't breathe, like someone sat on his chest.
Nick was right. Two small even puncture marks marred his skin. There were no other visible marks on him. Gabe reached up and ran his fingers lightly over the small holes, his skin tingling with the caress.
"What the fuck happened to me?" he whispered softly. Gabe closed his eyes and gripped the counter top, overcome with confusion, bewilderment, puzzlement, and any other chaotic emotion he could name.
"I believe I happened."
Gabe's eyes opened and snapped up to see pure black eyes staring back at him from a tall figure standing behind him. His heart thundered. His hands clenched on the edge of the countertop as if he needed to assure himself that he was still in reality.
Gabe frowned as he noticed the room growing warmer. He actually felt warm for the first time in days. That more than anything told him that the gorgeous man standing behind him had to be an illusion. Nothing made him warm these days.
Gabe closed his eyes and slowly turned around, positive that when he opened them, the man would be gone. Gabe counted to ten then slowly opened his eyes. He felt the blood rush from his head and almost collapsed back on the counter.
"You -- you're real," he whispered.
"I am very real."
"Wha -- who are you?"
"I already told you who I was, Demonas Amaté."
"Demo -- what?"
Gabe jerked back from the large hand that moved in his direction. The man paused the slowly continued reaching out for him. Gabe cried out as the man's fingertips brushed the two puncture wounds on his shoulder.
"You are Demonas Amaté," the man said. "My demon mate."
Gabe wanted to protest. He wanted to scream and yell and tell this stranger that he was out of his mind. His body just wouldn't move. He was frozen in place, the pleasure at the man's touch tingling through his body.
Suddenly, he was hard and achy and -- "Oh god, please bite me," Gabe found himself pleading as he was suddenly free of his paralysis. He gripped the man's shirt in his hands and pulled him closer, angling his neck to the side.
"Not god," the man said, "Tehmper." He leaned forward and sank his fangs into the wound on Gabe's neck. Strong arms wrapped around Gabe, pulling him closer until his body was plastered against the strangers.
Gabe could feel every rippled muscle, every dip and ridge. He could feel the hard shaft pressed against his abdomen and it made his mouth water. Gabe never felt this level of arousal in his life. He wanted to rub himself all over the man holding him. It was more important than breathing.
Whimpers of need escaped Gabe's lips when his ass was grabbed. He didn't even protest when he was lifted up onto the counter and Tehmper stepped between his legs. Desire so intense it made his body shudder, rocketed through Gabe.
He could feel every pull of Tehmper's mouth on his neck. He knew Tehmper was drinking his blood and all he wanted to do was give him more. Gabe would gladly let the man drink him dry if it meant the pleasure would go on.
Gabe wrapped his arms around Tehmper's head and his legs around the man's waist. He groaned in protest when the man pulled his fangs free. His groan was smothered by hard, searching lips that demanded a response he willingly gave.
The kiss sent the pit of his stomach into a wild swirl. It was hard and demanding, exploring, leaving Gabe's mouth burning with fire. His emotions whirled as he felt his cock throb. Sensation exploded through Gabe, pushing him over the edge into his release.
Gabe pulled away from Tehmper's mouth and dropped his head back on his shoulders as he cried out, shots of cum filling his pants.
"Demonas Amaté," Tehmper said, his voice low and rough. Gabe whimpered when he felt a hand push inside of his pants and brush against his sensitive cock. He raised his head just in time to see Tehmper lick the spunk off his hand.
"Oh my god," he murmured almost silently. His eyes widened when Tehmper grinned.
"No, not god," he said. "I am Tehmper and you are my Demonas Amaté."
Gabe's heart pounded but he didn't know if it came from the man's words or the intense orgasm that had just swept through his body. "I'm your what?"
"My Demonas Amaté, my demon mate."
"And what exactly does that mean?" Gabe asked but he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"You belong to me."