Chapter Eight
Fen came home to find Kyrie sitting on his doorstep.
He looked every bit as defeated as Fen felt.
This was supposed to be their time, yet they were forced to carry the guilt of being chosen for some bigger-than-them plan or whatever.
Fen didn’t say a word. He simply scooped Kyrie from the stoop and carried him inside.
Kyrie never looked away from him. There was no need to speak.
They equally understood how rare and precious they were—and that was the problem.
Countless beings had been in their shoes since the beginning of time.
Yet for some unknown reason, they had been brought together as nearly strangers and with Kyrie so young to boot.
They saw the unfairness and felt the jealousy pressing in on them.
Life should be so beautiful for them now.
The circumstances made a picture-perfect life feel like no more than a dream. Maybe they should run too.
“Don’t even think that. It’d be a slap in Celeste’s face if you walked away now.”
Fen had known Kyrie would hear those thoughts. Maybe part of him wanted Kyrie to take the decision from him.
He felt the heavy sadness as it filled Kyrie. Fen sat on the couch, keeping Kyrie on his lap and in his arms. He stared at Kyrie, waiting for him to say what pain he hid.
Kyrie stared at his lap. When he finally spoke, it was barely a whisper. “Maybe it’s a slap in my face how much you regret this.”
It was like getting stabbed in the heart.
The absolute heartbreak of Kyrie’s one hundred percent belief that Fen regretted him was too much.
Kyrie’s pain choked him. He had been so unwanted and rejected his entire life.
Fen saw and felt it all. Kyrie’s suffering took down the wall Fen had seen in Kyrie’s mind, and it was there.
Him, being a literal toddler, listening to adults—his family—discuss who would get stuck with him: the abomination.
They hadn’t known he was part god. All they had seen was a mixed-breed puppy.
His entire childhood, one adult right after the other, simply packed him up one day and sent him to be someone else’s burden.
Then he saw the overwhelming happiness that came when he met Neo.
The vampire family had been thrilled to have a second son.
Kyrie loved them with all his heart. It hit Fen.
The only time Kyrie had mentioned Neo, he had said his best friend was a vampire.
Was. Past tense. Kyrie had gotten his first job.
All it had taken was three nights of him working, leaving them alone, and the three had been slaughtered by some unknown entity.
Kyrie might not know who had done this terrible thing, but he knew it was his fault.
They had known his secret. It wasn’t like a teenaged wolf could hide his thoughts from a pack of vampires.
To his soul, Kyrie knew their murder was his fault.
Someone sought him. So Kyrie had kept to himself for the most part, never sharing his secret again.
Now he had opened himself to Fen, only to see everything slipping away and rejecting him all over again, except that wasn’t happening.
Fen wasn’t going anywhere and he sure as hell didn’t regret a damn thing about them.
Fen kissed Kyrie’s forehead and let him see the hundreds of years he lived without Kyrie.
The endless battles and the worst possible king until a few years back.
All the nights of coming home to nothing but silence.
Then he showed Kyrie the moment he saw that faint scar on Kyrie’s wrist. Everything inside him had shifted at that moment.
His long existence had suddenly been worth every bit of his wait because he had been given the most beautiful man alive who also made him smile like he hadn’t in centuries.
Fen had been so moved, he had fought tears that night.
He heard Kyrie swallow, as if it was painful. “I’m sorry. I get that it seems like I don’t trust in us. It’s just I—”
Fen cut him off. He couldn’t listen to Kyrie berate himself to bleed for Fen.
Fen didn’t need that. “Stop. I understand. In our world, I know it’s different and everything is supposed to immediately be one hundred percent perfect.
You’re supposed to just know nothing will ever go wrong because this is your other half.
But when life has never given you a damn thing except what can go wrong, it’s hard as hell to believe there’s anything out there that won’t eventually bring you nothing but pain. ”
By the end of his speech, Kyrie stared at him like he saw the miracle they were.
He looked as if he trusted Fen and finally recognized exactly how much Fen wanted this.
This was all Fen craved since the moment he realized Kyrie was his.
When he thought of running away, it was because this was all he needed now.
Fen was exhausted with duty. Getting abducted had finally broken something inside him.
He just wanted to sit in peace. Kyrie was that tranquility he sought.
“Can we just walk away for a night? I’m overthinking everything.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Fen’s mouth at the question. That was exactly what they needed. “The sun is going down.”
“It’s a full moon.”
Kyrie looked hopeful and Fen wanted all the same things. “Let’s go for a run.”
The smile that exploded across Kyrie’s face made everything right with the world. They were fine. It was the world that was fucked up.
Cool night air ruffled Kyrie’s fur as he ran at top speed.
He felt Fen hot on his heels. It was beyond obvious Fen could overtake him any second.
Vampires were faster than Weres. A sexy laugh rang through his head, making the chase twice as hot.
He was happy. That was what Kyrie would focus on tonight.
No matter what, he had this right now. He felt Fen’s intent to jump a half second before he leapt.
Kyrie moved to the side, causing Fen to miss him.
Using the opportunity to his advantage, Kyrie pounced.
His front paws landed on Fen’s chest, keeping down his prey.
It was obvious he had rolled to bounce back up and ended up in the perfect position for Kyrie’s attack.
Got you.
The bright smile Fen wore had Kyrie biting back a dreamy sigh. “It seems you did. What do you intend to do now?” Fen wasn’t even winded, proving he had only been toying with Kyrie.
Still, Kyrie played along. What big teeth you have.
Fen barked out a laugh. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
Maybe, but your fangs are showing. Do I make you hungry? Damn, those fangs barely peeking out had Kyrie primed.
“Famished.”
Kyrie immediately turned human. “Then you should take what you want.”
Fen’s gaze flickered to Kyrie’s neck. His eyes glowed for a second.
Pre-cum dripped from Kyrie. He already felt those teeth sinking into his skin, taking them to heaven.
Fen’s head lifted. He licked the scar Kyrie proudly wore. It was as if he purposely drew out the anticipation—like foreplay.
A pant burst from Kyrie. With his eyes closed, he savored every brush of Fen’s tongue. The smell of the moonlight mixed with his mate’s scent. He wanted everything about them to be real so goddamn badly.
Fangs pierced his throat.
The loud cry that left him was out of his control. He was helpless in the arms of this man. His body shook with the ecstasy of release. Kyrie’s pleasure mixed with Fen’s in his head, stealing his soul.
We are real.
The words sweetly brushed his brain, feeling like the most loving caress. Emotion clogged his throat.
While using nothing but their mixture of cum to ease the way, Fen slowly pushed his way inside Kyrie.
It was like neither of them had just blown.
They took their time, kissing and straining against each other.
The seed of a wishful dream took root as a second orgasm built.
Maybe they could be forever. If he worked and fought hard enough, maybe he could be the one who shaped his future.
Oxygen disappeared from the world as Fen took him to a whole new plane of bliss.
Through the waves that were nothing but elation and spice, Kyrie believed Fen could save him.