Blood Wine (The Blood Bond Series Book 2)
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Symon caved.
He grabbed the lube, drenched his dick, and smacked Michael’s hand out of the way. Michael’s legs hooked over his shoulder, Symon ploughed into him, putting an end to the fake porn star moans. “Come with me, Michael Mine.”
Michael dropped his shields and the double hit of sensation slammed into them, took them over, and blew them apart.
Symon was melted, not-a-bone-left-in-his-body melted. He turned his head, looking for the man who had started the fire, and found Michael staring at him, one arm curled under his pillow. “You’ve got great eyes,” Michael said. “Oceans dark.”
Not that Symon minded the compliment, but Michael had been waking to these eyes every night for months. “Thank you?”
“They’d look even better with eyeliner.”
Symon didn’t even have to think about it. “Not happening, Prey.”
Yet.
Everything changes, and everyone.
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Aimer Boyz lives in Toronto with a patient family and a stove that never gets used. She likes Science Fiction, thunderstorms, and Amorino’s gelato. Aimer’s of the firm opinion that all cars should be convertibles and groceries should buy themselves. When she’s not binging on Netflix, Aimer writes M/M romance.
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