Leaning closer, Boyce nuzzled into Tarin’s hair and licked the skin behind Tarin’s ear. Nuzzling is promising. Isn’t it? No longer sure of anything, Boyce’s low growl sent another spike of fear through Tarin. Please don’t let him have forgotten me. Who I am. Please. Boyce stared at the arm Flynn had touched and grabbed it, pulling the wrist Flynn had nipped to his nose. He inhaled deeply, and his nose wrinkling as if he could smell something bad. Or something that shouldn’t be there.
Oh, s**t! “Boyce, it was only Flynn. He had to do that so you could feed. You know he loves Eric, just as I love you. Please, Boyce, come back to me. Please?”
With a furious snarl, Boyce tore Tarin’s shirt open. “Mine!” His voice might be thick and guttural but there was no mistaking Boyce’s claim.
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