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back to bed. Hell, I’ve got another four hours before the sun sets, and I have to face Neo.”
    The thought of Ramiro returning to Ian’s palace didn’t sit well with Gunnar. “You might as well sleep here—just stay on your side of the bed,” he grumbled.
    Ramiro actually chuckled, although it sounded strained. “Your generosity is overwhelming, but I brought my cape.”
    “Stay,” Gunnar growled, holding the blanket around him as he stood.
    Ramiro stepped forwards and pulled the blanket out of Gunnar’s grasp. He stared into Gunnar’s eyes as he reached down to run his hand over Gunnar’s half-hard cock. “If I stay, there’s no way in Hades I’ll stick to my side of the bed.”
    “Would you rather be in Ian’s?” Gunnar asked, jealousy coursing through his veins.
    Ramiro’s eyes narrowed to mere slits. “Don’t push me. You’ve got me riding the edge of control right now. One more word and I’ll bend you over the mattress and shove my dick up your ass.”
    The image of Ramiro fucking him flashed through Gunnar’s mind. Conflicted, he turned his back towards Ramiro. “I guess you’d better go, then, because I’m no one’s pussy-boy.”
    Ramiro bumped his chest against Gunnar’s back hard enough to throw Gunnar off balance. Landing on the mattress, Gunnar quickly rolled over. His protest at the treatment was silenced by Ramiro’s tongue thrusting into his mouth. Oh, Gods, the taste of Ramiro’s kiss conjured images Gunnar was too proud to acknowledge. He opened further, accepting with pleasure the kiss that threatened to turn him from an Alpha to a beta. The thought shocked him. Gunnar pushed against Ramiro’s shoulders, breaking the kiss. “You may not see me as an Alpha, but I do.”
    Ramiro grabbed the hair on the back of Gunnar’s head, holding him in place. “Labels have no place in my bed,” he growled. He released Gunnar before turning to stalk from the room.
    Gunnar stared at the canopy overhead as he licked the last of Ramiro’s flavour from his lips. He didn’t expect Ramiro to understand. Vampires didn’t think the same way weres did. But Gunnar had been labelled an Alpha at the young age of sixteen when he’d fought and killed his own father before walking away from the pack who’d never given him a damn thing except contempt.
    “I earned that label, damn it!” he shouted to the empty room.
     
    * * * *
     
    Instead of going back to Ian’s palace, Ramiro ended up in the vault once again, doing research. Hours into his labours he heard footsteps on the stairs. “Who’s there?”
    “Michael,” a soft voice replied. “The guard told me you were down here.”
    Michael stepped into the room. His sleep-tousled blond curls and big, blue eyes made him look more like an angel than anyone Ramiro had ever seen. “Is it evening already?”
    “Not quite.” Michael rubbed his hands over his face as he sat across from Ramiro. “I like a few hours to myself before Neo’s up for the night. What’re you doing down here at this time of day?”
    Despite Michael’s young age, Ramiro had grown to respect the man’s sensitivity and wisdom. “I’m trying to find information about Faelan ,” he admitted.
    Michael’s eyebrows shot up under the mop of blond hair. “ Faelan ? The only time I’ve even heard anyone talk about him was when I was still a boy. I’d asked Spiro where vampires came from and he told me the King of the Fae was afraid of the dark so he created vampires to watch over him while he slept.”
    Ramiro nodded. He’d heard a similar story, with a few differences. “I heard he was afraid of someone trying to kill him while he slept, but I guess you wouldn’t tell a boy that.”
    Michael chuckled. “Especially not Spiro. He’s always tried to protect me.” Michael rested his cheek on his palm and yawned. “So what’re you trying to find out about Faelan ?”
    “Where he is. His history.” Ramiro shrugged. “I find it strange that he’s barely