Free Watching Out For Fangs (The Cloverleah Pack Book 7) by Lisa Oliver Page A

Vadim was. The vampire’s current driving license had him listed as thirty four, but Josh knew bullshit when he saw it.
    His stomach rumbled in the darkness, the aches and emptiness reminding him of how eating had been a problem for him over the past week. But Josh tightened his arm around Vadim’s chest squashing any thoughts of getting out of bed. No matter how hungry he might be, and he guessed he may have to eat a bit more than normal to keep his blood strong for his mate, he wasn’t about to let go of the man in his arms.
    There was a tiny part of his brain that thought he might be dreaming the whole thing. In real life he would never order anyone to suck his cock when there were others in the room, even in privacy, especially with someone built like his mate. Josh mentally shrugged. It wasn’t as though Jax hadn’t gotten carried away more than once, with two mates to keep satisfied and honestly what did the three men think he would do? Shake Vadim’s hand and offer him coffee? He’d had blue balls for over a week. Josh swallowed the laughter that bubbled up in his throat, unwilling to disturb his mate’s sleep.
    Josh let his mind roam over what the pack had shared with him about his vampire. Apparently the coven was already established when Atlanta was founded in 1847, perhaps caught out by the random city formation based on the crossing of two railway lines. There were hints that Vadim had been around then, but the amount of actual information about the vampire was thin on the ground, even on paranormal sites. Jax had managed to hack into the Vampire Council’s website when requests for information were ignored, but even then there was barely any details about Vadim on it. It simply noted he had been Regent when the coven had been in Russia, but had handed over the reins “some time before”.
    Vadim had listed his occupation as an investment banker and he apparently had properties all over the world and an indecent bank account. Josh had always kept his needs simple – he sent most of his money to San Antonio to look after his mother and two sisters after their father had died in a random hunter shooting some ten years before. His bike was his only possession of any value.
    Before he had left Cloverleah, Scott had promised Josh that he would keep an eye on his only remaining family, and that they would never need for anything while they lived on pack grounds.  But Josh knew his mother could be demanding about the silliest of things, and sent his money all the same. He idly wondered how she would feel if she knew he had a wealthy mate. He shivered at the thought, surprised but pleased when the solid arm around his shoulder tightened. Awake Vadim might be resistant to touch, but when his guards were down and the man was asleep, he didn’t seem to mind.
    Wondering why Vadim was so closed off to anyone getting close to him, Josh fell into a troubled sleep. The two men had an awful lot to talk about and despite Vadim’s hesitant assertion about staying, Josh couldn’t trust that yet. If this was the only night he would spend with his mate, then he was going to enjoy the closeness that both man and wolf craved. 
     

Chapter Eight
    Vadim woke up feeling refreshed and initially shocked when he noticed a long, extremely warm body pressed up against him.  Before his brain fully engaged he thought he was dreaming about being back with Edward, but just as quickly that idea passed. Edward had been a lot smaller, human and he had not been a snuggler in any way shape or form. Josh, his brain supplied helpfully. He was in his true match’s bed and the wolf shifter didn’t appear to understand the concepts of personal space. Something else Vadim figured he would get used to now he had decided to stay. For some reason the thought didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would.
    His stomach grumbled and while he knew he could go a while before having any more blood, Vadim’s thoughts turned to food. Josh would