Anders usually tried to be a gentleman. After all, he was a big dude and his size alone often intimidated people. But at the moment, all gentlemanly thoughts he might have had were gone.
Flown.
Destroyed in a flash of lightning with that daemon.
Because Kiaan was everything. Abso-fucking-lutely everything Anders never knew he needed. Everything he’d ever wanted.
He plunged his tongue into Kiaan’s mouth and drank the taste of mage down. Kiaan’s moans of pleasure vibrated through Anders’ chest.
He tugged open Kiaan’s shirt so that he could run his hands up over his chest. Anders needed to feel him. Needed to touch, to lick, to kiss, to worship every square inch of Kiaan.
From his big, beautiful brain to his smart mouth that never shut up to his bubble ass that Anders couldn’t wait to sink into. Every. Square. Inch.
A moan came from Kiaan’s throat, but it only spurred Anders on. When Kiaan’s hands tangled in Anders’ hair, his own groan slipped free.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, pressed up against each other from mouth to toes, grinding their hard cocks into each other before a pounding on Mason’s office door startled them apart.
Anders looked Kiaan over. He was adorably disheveled with his hair a muss and his shirt hanging open. Lips swollen. Sucking air in like he’d never get another chance.
“Kiaan!” Kaeden’s voice called through the door. “Come quick! It’s in the common area!”
Kiaan and Anders both blinked… and then ran out the door and up the stairs as fast as they could.
Well, fuck. It seems like they’d banished the wrong one.
* * *
Kiaan cursed low under his breath. “Get the protective elixir! We’ve got to trap it in here!” He yelled at Anders.
A group of kids were huddled in a corner of the kitchen part of the common area. Way too close to the knife block for Kiaan’s tastes. “Kaeden, get the kids out of here!”
His cousin shifted into his wolf and tried to slink around the hulking daemon to get to the kids. But the daemon spun on him, slashing out claws longer than Kaeden’s snout.
A low growl sounded from behind Kiaan, and he turned to see a massive black wolf jump past him into the room.
I’m here, Anders’ voice sounded in Kiaan’s mind. Kiaan snapped his head around to look at the wolf. Dropped the elixir on the stairs, though.
Yep. Definitely Anders. Speaking telepathically. Directly to Kiaan. That shouldn’t have been possible. They weren’t related by blood. They weren’t a couple, though that’d been the hottest kiss of Kiaan’s life. They’d barely known each other for half a day. This level of thought sharing and speaking should be impossible.
Anders’ wolf ran at the daemon from the opposite side of Kaeden.
In tandem, the two wolves attacked the daemon while Kiaan scrambled to recover the unicorn horn and start the spell a second time.
Yes, he would have preferred the teens gone. But with the two wolves distracting the daemon, it was less of an issue now. His cousin and the man he wanted to eat alive.
No! Stop thinking about Anders right now! Think about the spell!
He did wave at the teens to try to catch their attention. One of the boys, a tall, thin one, looked at him. Kiaan motioned to the stairs on the other side of the kitchen counter from where the teens huddled. The kid nodded and leaned over to say something to another boy.
Kiaan erased them from his attention so that he could focus on the spell. It’d been hard enough downstairs with Anders’ sexy thoughts roaring in his mind. But now, with the noise of the wolves fighting the daemon, it was even more difficult to concentrate on the spell.
You’ve got this, Kiaan. Come on, sexy, I know you’ve got this!
“Again, think about impossible telepathy later, Kiaan!” he berated himself.
Kiaan took a deep breath, cleared his mind, dropped a pinch of hoserwarten onto the tip of the horn, and then started the spell’s chant.
It felt like it took forever. It felt like it was less than a second of time. It felt like Kiaan was being ripped apart from the inside out. It felt like his soul had finally been put together.
Kiaan fought through the pain and the bliss and focused on just the next word in the spell. Just the next movement. Just the next intention.
Because his intent to destroy this daemon so that it never bothered Anders ever again was crystal clear in his mind. He would dissipate this beast.
And then the crackling, electric ozone of a daemon dying filled the common area.
Kiaan’s eyes locked onto the giant wolf that was Anders.
And then the world went black.