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damage to the brain, quite possibly an injury caused by vampire

powers. However, the Sidhe had helped heal her, and she had been

transferred into another facility, this time in the United States. Her

recovery was, however, the least of Kaname’s concerns. The

revelation of Lou Figgs’s involvement in Silas Bristol’s death had

caused a surprising uproar, so much so that he had been forced off his

position as elder. The shifters in Australia, especially the jellyfish,

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were in turmoil since Lauren had taken up the mantle as elder instead.

Thankfully, violence had not erupted yet, but should it happen,

Kaname knew he might be expected to intervene. The vampires had

too many problems of their own to do that.

“All right,” he told his brother. “I’ll go do that after I check on the

progress on the construction site. Haruki, you can go ahead and visit

your father.”

“Thank you, Yamamoto-sama,” the human replied quietly.

“You’ve been very generous.”

“I wish I could be as generous as you think I am,” Kaname replied

sadly. “Go on. And, Yakumo, what in the world are you even doing

awake at this hour? Go sleep.”

It was still noon, and by rights, Yakumo shouldn’t be awake.

However, the younger vampire had become very dedicated to his new

job as Kaname’s assistant and sometimes pushed himself too hard.

“There’s still a lot to do,” Yakumo protested.

“It can wait. Now go. You can take it as an order if you’d rather.”

Mumbling under his breath, Yakumo bowed. Haruki thanked

Kaname again, and then, the two men left, each in their own direction.

Regretting that he couldn’t do more to help them, Kaname headed

toward the mansion exit, with Derek by his side.

“You’re already struggling with so much,” Derek told him,

obviously catching onto his thoughts. “You can’t personally take care

of everyone. We have to rebuild the coven and make sure the

vampires as a whole are safe.”

“I know that,
hana
. I just hate that I can’t focus on the people who

are dear to me.”

“It goes with your position as elder.” Derek took his hand and

squeezed it. “But that’s why you have me. I’ll always be by your

side.”

As they left the house, Kaname’s gaze fell on the huge building

now under construction. It was a good distance away from the

mansion, but its size made it impossible to miss, even for humans.

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He’d chosen to erect the new coven here, on the Yamamoto family’s

lands, for several reasons. His people needed an anchor. They needed

to see he was there and that they could become stronger, if only they

trusted each other more. He knew his parents were bound to return

eventually, and Kaname had to be prepared for when it happened.

It was a bit more problematic for younger vampires who didn’t

appreciate the clearer, more luminous area, but even they agreed to

Kaname’s reasoning. He had seen a lot of enthusiasm in his coven

members as they all teamed up to build their future home. With

humans working during the day and vampires at night, they’d already

made good progress.

“It’s really shaping up, isn’t it?” Derek leaned against him, his

scent enveloping Kaname in a familiar cocoon.

“Indeed,” Kaname replied. “I honestly can’t wait for it to be

finished. I don’t know about you, but as much as I care about my

people, the mansion feels pretty crowded.”

Derek chuckled. “So true. Thank God some of them found

accommodation in other covens or in Tokyo. They’d have never fit

here.”

Derek’s words reminded Kaname that he hadn’t touched and

kissed the wolf since that morning. He couldn’t take it anymore. He

needed a brief break of privacy with his mate if he was going to

survive another day of listening to demands, solving problems,

making arrangements, and settling disputes.

Without giving himself time to change his mind, Kaname pulled

Derek toward the garden. This was the one place he’d explicitly told

everyone he needed to keep for himself. Perhaps a long time ago, it

had been a witness to the strange bond between his parents, but now,

Kaname wanted to share its splendor while experiencing a far purer,

far more intense love.

The cherry tree was still there and still in bloom, the flowers

showering over them as they sat down. “It’s so amazing here,” Derek

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said in an almost reverent whisper. “It’s like a whole different world

from the mansion.”

Kaname pulled his mate close, inhaling the scent of Derek and

sakura blossoms. “It’s heaven,” he replied. “My most-beautiful

flowers. What more could I ask?”

Derek laughed again, but this time, his voice had that strained

quality that signaled he was aroused. “When are you going to stop

calling me your flower? It’s so corny.”

“It might be, but you like it.” Kaname pressed his lips to Derek’s

in a lazy kiss.
“Don’t you,
hana
?”
he finished in Derek’s mind.

His only reply was a moan. Derek wrapped his arms around

Kaname’s neck, parting his lips in a wordless plea for more. The

excitement that had been building all day, and especially since he’d

met up with Derek, skyrocketed inside Kaname. His cock throbbed,

demanding attention, and when Derek climbed into his lap, Kaname

released a growl of his own. His mate’s crease was rubbing against his

dick, and Kaname reached down, kneading his mate’s buttocks with

eager hands. At the same time, he thrust his tongue into his mate’s

mouth, exploring and claiming the wet cavern like he wanted to do

with Derek’s entire body.

Passion exploded between them, and the kiss grew from lustful to

volcanic, desperate. As was his habit, he bit Derek’s lower lip, the

taste of his lover’s blood inflaming him even more. He pushed Derek

onto the grass, covering the werewolf’s body with his own and never

once breaking the kiss as he moved them to a better position. His

hands earnestly travelled all over Derek, tearing at the werewolf’s

clothes. He didn’t even bother to take them off in the traditional way.

Instead, he just ripped the material off, the sound of the material

shredding as familiar as Derek’s moans by now.

Derek didn’t seem to have any protests. On the contrary, he gave

as good as he got, and Kaname’s clothing suffered the same treatment.

The scraps of their shirts got tossed aside, and Kaname traced the

lines of every inch of skin he could reach, getting his fix of his mate’s

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body. Derek’s nipples rubbed against his chest, as if demanding

attention, and Kaname didn’t delay in giving it. He tweaked one tiny

bud with his fingers, allowing his claws to rake over the sensitive

flesh ever so slightly.

Derek’s reaction didn’t disappoint. He gasped into their kiss,

arching his back, his own claws emerging to scratch Kaname’s skin.

The bite of pain, the desire written in Derek’s mind and his blood, the

beauty of his mate writhing underneath him, it all drove Kaname wild

with need. He had to have more. He thirsted for Derek in a way he

never had for anything else, not even life’s essence.

Tearing his mouth away from Derek’s, Kaname licked down

Derek’s neck, exploring the hollow of the werewolf’s throat.

Distantly, he wished he could be more than one person at the same

time, so that he could touch Derek all over without having to break

their kiss. Alas, it wasn’t possible, and Kaname simply wasn’t willing

to share Derek with anyone else so that he could experience it. Derek

belonged to him, and only to him.

The thought drove a surge of possessiveness through Kaname, and

he nipped at Derek’s throat, almost biting down but stopping himself

at the last moment. He knew all too well that both of them enjoyed the

claiming bite far too much to keep their orgasms in check, and he

didn’t want to end this so soon.

As such, Kaname progressed down Derek’s chest, stopping again

over his mate’s nipples. One of the two buds was darker in color than

the other one, red and swollen from Kaname’s ministrations. Kaname

decided to give his lover a matching set. After all, Derek enjoyed

having his nipples played with a lot. Who was Kaname to deny him?

He lowered his mouth over the small bit of flesh, applying suction

and alternating with small, teasing nips. Derek’s cries rose in volume,

pleasure bursting through Kaname’s connection with the wolf. It was

awe inspiring. Derek’s teats seemed to have a sort of link to his cock,

and of course, Derek’s arousal affected Kaname. It was almost as if

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Kaname sucked his own nipples, which would have been interesting,

if not as fun as doing it to Derek.

When he was satisfied with his job on the tiny buds, Kaname

released the bit of flesh from his mouth and went lower down, over

Derek’s taut abs. He thrust his tongue into Derek’s belly button, all

the while working Derek’s pants open. Derek helped him as much as

he could, but at this point, the wolf had become lost in desire and

pleasure, and his erratic motions lacked the coordination and grace

Derek usually had in everything.

“Shh,
hana
,”
Kaname told him through their link.
“I’ll give you

what you need.”

As he spoke, he lifted his mouth off Derek and focused on getting

rid of the garments that kept him from fully having access to Derek.

He swiftly removed Derek’s shoes and tossed them onto the grass.

Next to go were Derek’s pants, although they were sturdier than the

shirt and survived with only a few seams ripped. In the time he took

to disrobe Derek, the wolf regained a little coherence.

“At this rate, you’re going to leave me with no clothes in my

wardrobe.”

“I’d have no problem with you going naked all day,” Kaname

replied, “but I don’t want anyone else seeing you like I do. But don’t

worry. I’ll replace anything I tear. You know I always do.”

It was their little private joke to count at the end of each week just

how many outfits they had destroyed during their sex fests. The count

of the so-called victims had been steadily increasing as more and

more time passed since the numerous tasks that had gathered stole

into Kaname and Derek’s time together, making them desperate for

each other.

Now was no different, and there were no more words to be said.

As soon as he had Derek naked, Kaname swept in for his prize. He

took Derek’s dick in his mouth, sucking the thick shaft deep.

Whatever lucidity Derek had mustered fled, and in seconds, the

werewolf was reduced to whimpers and frantic pleas once more.

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Kaname gave his mate no quarter. He clutched the base of Derek’s

shaft, holding Derek’s rising climax in check. He began with hard,

relentless sucks and then slowed down, licking Derek’s dick from

head to base, following the thick vein up to the glans. He gathered the

abundant pre-cum on his tongue, moaning as his mate’s flavor

exploded on his taste buds.

In the end, even if Kaname was calling the shots, Derek was the

one who commanded him, simply by existing, by loving him. Kaname

could never resist him, not for long anyway. With other lovers, he

might have attempted to draw out the sensual torture, but Derek made

his defenses crumble. He couldn’t even remember anyone else now.

All he could think about was tasting Derek’s seed, his sweet blood.

Kaname released his hold on Derek’s dick and took it all the way

into his throat. Without giving his mate any warning, he buried his

fangs in his mate’s flesh. Instantly, Derek responded, just like Kaname

had known he would. Ecstasy coursed over them both, and Derek’s

cum mixed with his blood in Kaname’s mouth as the werewolf found

his peak. The feel of his mate’s pleasure and his own ecstasy upon

drinking down Derek’s life essence sent Kaname over the edge.

Feeding from Derek never failed to bring them both to climax, and

Kaname groaned around Derek’s dick as he came in his pants.