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down, letting his hands fall to his sides.
    “Is there something wrong with it?” Sloane moved until he was standing behind D. He was dying to press his back into Sloane’s strong chest and feel the warmth of his mate. But he didn’t dare.
    “I’m not really that hungry right now.” His appetite had left him when he realized that Sloane wasn’t going to let D drink from him. It was an honor in the vampire world to find nourishment from one’s mate, and here Sloane stood, denying him. It only cemented D’s knowledge that he was a failure all the way around.
    Sloane picked the cup up from the table, placing it close to D’s mouth. “You’re thinner than shit. Now drink it down.”
    Boy, could Sloane make him feel any worse? His fingers curled around the cup, wondering how mad his mate would get if he refused.
    He took a tentative sip, glancing up at Sloane from under his lashes. D could see the pleased look on the wolf’s face as his eyes fixated on D’s lips.
    He wanted to know what Sloane was thinking, but was too afraid to ask.
    “Drink all of it,” Sloane encouraged.
    D gave Sloane his back as he quickly emptied the glass. He sat the glass on the table and quickly left the room before Sloane could say another word. There was strained tension between them, and D wasn’t sure if he could handle that.
    As much as he dreamed about being with his mate, he hadn’t considered how uneasy it would be between them. Sloane said he would give D another chance, but he felt like everything he said and every move he made was scrutinized, taken apart, and examined. And he was found lacking.
    That was no way to live.
    D went back to the bedroom, curling under the covers. As badly as he wanted to be with Sloane, he couldn’t do this. The stress was too much. D’s health was already at risk with the lack of sleep and eating.
    “Is there something wrong with the blood?” Sloane asked as he leaned against the doorframe, tucking his hands into his front pockets.
    D shook his head as he pulled the covers tightly over his shoulders.
    The bed dipped, and he felt Sloane’s hand on his arm. D held his breath, waiting.

Chapter Four
    After all the anger, anguish, hurt, and betrayal, Sloane found that he couldn’t take seeing his mate so unhappy. He wasn’t strong enough to stay away. He felt stripped away as he gazed at his mate lying there so disheartened.
    Whether Sloane admitted it out loud or not, he knew Dudley brought his heart to its knees.
    It felt strange to him to finally let go of the emotions that he had been holding on to for so long and give in to the need to care for his mate. His heart overruled his mind as Sloane pulled the blankets down from D’s shoulders and turned his mate over with a gentle hand.
    “Are you sick?”
    D’s bottom lip trembled as he shook his head once more. Sloane waited for his mate to say something that would let him know what was wrong, but the vampire just lay there gazing up at him with his dark eyes. Sloane brushed aside a lock of smoky-black hair that had fallen over D’s forehead and then dipped his head down, ghosting his lips across the vampire’s.
    He could feel the swift intake of air from his mate as D began to tremble under Sloane’s hand. The sound was music to his ears as Sloane pulled the covers back and stretched out beside his mate, pulling D into his arms as he took the kiss deeper, letting the feel of his mate’s lips wash through him. It was better than he had imagined it would be. D’s lips were soft, warm, and pliant as Sloane pushed his tongue against D’s lips, demanding entrance.
    D opened and Sloane’s tongue dove in for the first real taste of his vampire. D groaned as his fingers grabbed Sloane’s shoulders, gently pulling for Sloane to move closer. Sloane had no problem sliding closer as he licked at D’s lips.
    He could feel D’s hard erection pressing into his hip as D squirmed beside him. Sloane was having the same reaction as his mate, his