Twice Bitten (Love, Lust & Magic #1)

Griff

Perhaps it was a quiet rumble of thunder in the distance that stirred . Maybe it was a dream already forgotten. As his eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t sure why.

Not such a bad place to wake up to , he decided as he felt the warmth of Pruitt’s bust underneath him. As enjoyed the hum of Pruitt’s heartbeat, the gentle tickle of Uriah’s furry torso against his back reminded him who was his big spoon for the night. The witch gently caressed the tattooed arm that draped protectively over his hip before flexing his legs to feel Uriah’s once again intertwined with his own.

“Unh,” Uriah muttered in his sleep as he placed his chin at the top of ’s head and enveloped as much of him as he could. “Pl-please, n-not the Easter Bunny.”

grinned. He remembered what Uriah told him—that vampires didn’t have to sleep—and thought it was cute that he actually felt safe enough to slumber with them. I didn’t know vampires dreamt, though; let alone had nightmares about bunnies.

stretched his arm across Pruitt’s pecs and held on tight as he reminisced. These guys may talk a tough game when things get hot and heavy, but they’re secretly suckers for affection. I just—wow. This is perfect.

From within his current protective enclave of muscle and testosterone, could see the light of the moon reflecting off of the hallway floor just feet from Pruitt’s open bedroom door. On top of that, she’s finally gone. She can’t control them anymore. We’re safe, reminded himself. A sigh of relief followed.

The witch drifted off again as his mind wandered. He wondered how Uriah would get home when the sun rose and if Pruitt’s breakfast would be as good as he bragged about. I love this—them—I mean, maybe I shouldn’t say that word just yet. Or maybe I…

With a gentle sigh, was once again lost in sleep.

A flash so blinding it could be seen through closed eyelids stirred him the second time. “Whoa,” he groaned quietly, shielding his face with his hand as he came to once again. A reflective purple glow illuminated Pruitt’s hallway now, dancing along the hardwood and circling across the walls.

pursed his lips as he concentrated on carefully slipping out from in between his cuddling familiars without waking them. Finding his underwear in a pile on the floor, he slipped them on. Cute , he thought to himself as the sleeping Uriah readjusted and wrapped his arms around Pruitt. “Come to daddy,” the vampire mumbled in his sleep.

pulled a silk robe off of a nearby hook and reached for a pair of Pruitt’s slippers before tiptoeing to the bedroom doorway. The inexplicable glow seemed brighter than before. As he leaned his head out and looked towards the balcony, his eyes were filled with it.