Abel moaned softly as I sat down on him. It was all about him this morning. It was hot in the bedroom and sweat had been running off me for ages already. I had been kissing his body, running my hands over his skin. Worshipping every centimetre.

He had his hands placed on my knees, watching me with entirely black eyes. I ran my hands up his chest as I arched my back, moving my hips in circles. He was losing his mind, and it was becoming obvious from the sounds he was making.

I bent over and kissed him, grabbing his hands on the way and putting them above his head. I started moving faster and Abel groaned into my mouth, straining a bit against my hold on him, moving a little with me. I let go of his hands, grabbing his face instead and he immediately dragged his nails down my back. I couldn't hold back a moan and that's when he grabbed my hips, turning us around in one fluid motion. I let out a surprised yelp and held onto his shoulders.

He smiled wickedly at me as he slowly pushed against me. I couldn't hold back a dumb sound. He felt so great, and he was hitting everything within me that mattered. We continued until I finished. It was explosive and it annoyed me because I was supposed to make him lose his mind. But he was doing the work again and I felt a bit like a pillow princess. In my defence, he liked his control. He loved taking over. Besides, he got to feed on me now, getting himself every gratification, he could get.

He groaned against my throat, pushing against me hard, burying himself as deeply in me as he could.

"Fuck," he murmured and dumped down on my chest. "Where do you find the energy this early?"

"Like you can talk," I chuckled and ran my fingers through his hair. It was wet with sweat. His skin was glistening. He had tanned a little during the summer and I loved the glow it left on him. Not like he'd ever go pale, considering he had this beautiful golden skin, which left me envious and made me feel super pale and almost sickly next to him. To be honest, a lot of him left me self-conscious. But also, proud. Being gay was really all about never knowing if you wanted to be with someone or if you wanted to be them.

"I love you," he said softly then, and kissed my chest. My scars.

I sucked in a short breath between my clenched teeth, and it made Abel look up. He moved up and kissed my forehead instead. It was so nice I didn't have to make more than a small sound and he'd instantly know, that wasn't something I was in on. I loved him for that. More than I could ever properly explain to him.

"Let me go get you breakfast," I said then and cupped his cheek with my hand. He'd been placing small kisses all over my face.

"Why? You wanna go again?"

"It's Sunday. Nothing else to do on a Sunday." I smirked at him and rose from the bed, pulling on a pair of sweats. I left the bedroom with a glance over my shoulder, my boyfriend looking almost too beautiful for me to leave the room behind.

But he was hungry. And I couldn't feed him with only my blood. I'd be drained and then we couldn't have more fun.

I almost jumped down the stairs, greeting Gary on the way and then stopping dead in my tracks. In the small hall, River was waiting. He smiled awkwardly and waved. And I let out a very manly masculine roar as I turned around, covering my chest.

"What the hell River!" I said, still incredibly manly and not at all with a high-pitched voice.

"Uh..." was all the idiot managed to utter, before my boyfriend appeared beside me, almost as if he had teleported. He had a hoodie in his hand, giving it to me without looking at me.

"It's nine in the fucking morning and since when were you so familiar to just let yourself in?" Abel growled and pulled down on the hoodie, which had become tangled around my waist, making me expose my stomach still.

"I need to talk to Gael," River said, staring at the floor.

"Next time, send a fucking text," Abel said, grabbed my chin and kissed me. For a little too long. And it kept going. He deepened it too. I tried half-heartedly to pull back, but he kissed me harder before pulling back. "I'm making coffee," he said and sent a final scowl at the other wolf.

"This better be real fucking important," I said and folded my arms across my chest, turning back around to face River.

"It is. Remember Frank?"

"Stop asking dumb questions. Of course, I remember the dude I texted like three days ago."

River winced a little, still staring at the floor. "He's here. Looking for you. He wants to meet."

"Right. I'll meet him once I get some coffee."

"He's uh... Outside."

And that's where I lost my shit. River was a lot taller than me but that didn't matter to me at all in that second. I pushed him back against the wall, my fingers around his throat, claws rapidly growing out.

"You took him to my fucking house?" I said with a voice that wasn't mine at all. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I had to." His voice strained against my hand.

"I will literally rip your head off. With my bare fucking fingers."

"Can you do it after you've met with Frank?" River croaked.

The fact that he didn't plead for his life but was so focused on me meeting this random person kind of punched the air out of me. I let go of his throat and stepped back, taking a deep breath. "Why is he here all of a sudden?"

"To meet you. You made contact. What did you expect?"

"A text. An email. Letter. A carrier pigeon. Anything but someone just showing up in front of my door."

"Well, I did tell him you wouldn't like it," River muttered and shrugged, rubbing his throat. "But he's a little bitch about everything. Like you." He made a sarcastic grimace and went to the door, opening it. "Come on. And he's angry. Like I said he would be."

I shoved River outside and closed the door behind me, finding an older man standing in my little front yard, in front of the terrasse.

He looked a little rugged. Worn out jeans, sneakers and a simple jacket. Pale skin, grey hair, receding hairline. There really was nothing notably outstanding about this man by the looks of it, but there was something in the air around him. I could feel he was powerful. I couldn't explain how, but I felt it. My wolf recoiled a little, but then stood his ground.

"Frank," I said, shoving my hands in the front pocket of the hoodie.

"Happy Wolf?" He arched a bushy brow at me. "You're a lot younger than I expected."

"Prettier too, I'm sure," I replied before I could stop my big dumbass fat fucking mouth.

Frank snorted but his features gave zero implications of a smile. River dug out his fags and lit one, looking a little nervously from me to the older wolf.

"I don't like it when people seek me out at my home without an invitation," I said then. "I'll be willing to overlook it this time, but not the next."

"Relax, Happy Wolf, I'm not here to burn your house down," Frank said and looked up at the small yellow house.

Abel came outside on the porch then with a mug, handing it to me. It had kittens on it. "Coffee," he murmured and kissed my cheek. "You want coffee?" he asked, aimed at Frank.

Frank looked to River, narrowing his eyes a little, before gracing my boyfriend with his gaze. "Thank you, that'd be great."
Abel nodded and went back inside.

"I can see why you wouldn't want uninvited guests," Frank said then.

I dumped down on the steps and tilted my head to the side. "Yeah. Abel gets very friendly fast with people and leaves me with the dishes." I knew he didn't mean anything nice. Like Abel being kind enough to offer this stranger coffee. I was sure he was throwing digs at Abel being a vampire. "I'm not embarrassed of the home I've built," I said then with a colder voice. "And if you think there'd be reason to, getting in contact with you was a mistake."

Frank shrugged. "I didn't say you had anything to be embarrassed of."

"Then I'll pretend you meant; you could understand my hesitation because I've got a lovely home and wouldn't want anything messing with that." I took a sip of the coffee in the same moment Abel came back out again with two mugs. He went down the steps and handed one to Frank, keeping the other for himself.

"What, no coffee for me?" River said.

"This is blood. You want blood? You can have blood, if you want," Abel retorted smirking at the white wolf. He came over to me and sat down next to me.

"I'm good," River muttered and rolled his eyes. "Alright, introductions have been made. We need to talk about the other things happening, Frank."

"Right." Frank blew a little at his mug and came closer to the steps. "We've noticed an uptick in wolf traps in our area. We're in the valley over. Behind the mountains. River said, you had a similar experience here."

I gave the wolf a single nod. "One of mine ventured into one."

"Same," Frank said. "The youngsters are at the highest risk and there's been an uptick in young wolves too. Someone is not following the old ways. Like your maker."

"Tell me about it," I said. "None of the wolves here were turned when they were supposed to. Or... You know what I mean."

Frank nodded, sighing deeply. "You too. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two. My wolf is four years old."

He grimaced. "Too young. That's no age at all."

"He might be young, but remember what he has accomplished," River said then. I glanced at him, surprised he all of a sudden remembered he was supposed to belong here and not with Frank.

"Yes. No one could forget."

I rose from the steps. "Come on inside. I'm hungry and want some breakfast, and I'm sure you'd like more coffee."