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while excited
    could lead to a bad experience.
    Pulling off his shirt, Rohan tossed it on a chair
    and climbed onto the bed. With care, he helped
    Harris out of his clothing, then he stripped down,
    all the while whispering words of encouragement.
    “Ah, my sweet bear. Thank you for the save
    tonight. I didn’t relish being thrown into a cold,
    hard cell.”
    Harris smiled at Rohan’s words. “You have a
    beautiful voice.”
    The fact Harris couldn’t be enchanted added to
    Rohan’s pleasure. It wasn’t beguilement making
    Harris willing to donate his blood but the mate
    pull. The ease with which Harris offered himself
    to Rohan calmed the tension in his chest. He’d
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    never had anyone give themselves so freely
    before. Harris simply tilted his neck and gave up
    everything purely because he knew Rohan needed
    to feed.
    “My mate needs, so I provide,” Harris said as if
    understanding Rohan’s confusion.
    “If only everything in life was so simple,”
    Rohan said. At least this power between them, this
    connection didn’t have to be overly complicated.
    Rohan knew Harris had reservations about being
    a permanent mate to a vampire, but Rohan didn’t
    think it was anything they couldn’t overcome.
    Rohan rolled them until he lay splayed across
    Harris’ chest. The shifter’s heat poured across him
    in a soothing warmth he could wallow in for days.
    “I think I’m going to make you my new bed,”
    Rohan said dreamily.
    Harris laughed. “I thought I was your meal.”
    “I like to eat in bed,” Rohan replied.
    Harris stroked Rohan’s head. “Bite me,” he
    demanded. “You need to eat.”
    Rohan nodded. He did need to eat, but
    strangely, the comfort he received from cuddling
    with Harris took over his usually overpowering
    impulse to feed. Maybe it was the mate bond, but
    Rohan knew he didn’t need to hunt down this
    prey. Harris wasn’t a feral human or a partier
    looking for a cheap thrill. No, Harris was like a
    bear in his den ready to snuggle for a long winter
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    nap. Whatever Rohan needed, he was confident
    his mate would provide.
    “I’m enjoying the moment,” Rohan said. He
    lifted his head to place kisses on Harris’ neck.
    “You aren’t eating,” Harris pointed out.
    “I’ve never met anyone so eager to be bitten,”
    Rohan complained.
    Harris gave up. “Fine, don’t bite me then.”
    Rohan bit deep. Rich, lush and delicious, Harris
    blood poured across Rohan’s tongue like paradise.
    The small drop he’d had the previous evening
    hadn’t done Harris justice. Tonight, curled up
    with his mate, Rohan would swear he could taste
    Harris’ affection for him in his blood.
    It took him a moment to realize Harris was
    starting to fade. He reluctantly pulled out his
    fangs and lapped the hole closed.
    “Harris, beloved, are you all right?”
    Harris blinked his eyes open. “Yeah, why
    wouldn’t I be?” He cleared his throat a few times
    since his voice sounded rough and scratchy.
    “Here’s some water,” Rohan snatched up the
    glass someone had provided for them. He handed
    it over to his mate.
    “Thanks.” Harris took a few drinks, never
    taking his eyes off his Rohan. He handed it back
    empty.
    Rohan took it without comment and put it back
    on the table.
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    “What’s up?” Harris asked.
    “I almost drained you,” Rohan said. “I
    understand if you might want to leave me after
    that.” Remorse hit him with sharp fangs. He
    could’ve seriously injured Harris. He knew better.
    He should’ve shown more restraint.
    Harris smiled. “I don’t know what you did or
    didn’t do, but I feel fine.”
    “Good.” Relief made him weak. Good thing he
    was already lying down. He rested his head on
    Harris’ shoulder. Once they rested, he’d pleasure
    Harris until he never wanted to leave Rohan’s bed
    again. Rohan stroked Harris’ head. “Go to sleep,
    love. Thanks for feeding me.”
    “You are always welcome,” Harris