“Ooo, douce! Where you been? You been hunting nummy Christmas treats without me?” Remy looked over at his tall, fine, hot as all get out lover. “I done decorated the tree.”
Griff smiled, fangs against lower lip. “Now, would I do that. sweet?”
“Don’ make me bite on you now.” He licked his lips, moving forward. “You get something sweet and nummy?”
“I got something spicy. Want a taste?”
“I do.” The lights on the tree -- all purply and fine -- made Griff’s skin glow. The way Griff offered that long, pale throat was enough to make Remy feel like he was glowing, too.
“Douce. You like the best of all things -- Santa, presents, lights.”
He murmured the words just before his fangs sank in, and the only lights he knew where the ones in his own head.
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