Between Wolves & Doves

Chapter 50 Soireé Part IV

The woods were oddly serene despite being fairly full of men gathering for the hunt. Mortals and vampires alike. Gathered in huge crowds as the pink liveried footman skated around seamlessly balancing silver trays of deep domed glasses filled with Louis XIII brandy or thin tall flutes of the traditional pink Moët & Chandon champagne. Offering them out to every man in attendance.

The woods were spectacular in the summery sunshine. It was a fair walk out into the heart of Céline's estate. The way to the magnificent groves of the Birch woods was marked by blue ribbons tied around trees or tethered to gazebos that littered the way. Between these birch trees were the places her husband used to favour hunting in. Back in the day there had been wild boars in these woods. But today's hunt is either for game birds, hares, or deers.

Kylo and Draegan manage to find their way to the rest of the gathered men without ravishing each other behind the nearest rose bush. They make it to the party relatively late but with all their clothes and sexual frustration in tow. Having shared no more than a kiss that got both their libidos more than stirring.

Kylo takes some offered champagne even though it made his stomach roil at the amount he had tipped down his neck last night. Hair of the dog. Draegan does the same.

"Isn't it a tad early to be inebriated?" Draegan asks Kylo.

"Says he who can usually be found with a glass of red wine as a fixture in his hand." Kylo points out.

"I usually wait beyond midday to imbibe." Draegan points out. Twirling the fizzing pink champagne in his flute.

Kylo takes a hearty sip of his. "Hell in all it's debauchery is entirely wasted on you. Get it down your neck." He grins licentiously.

Nearing his demon. He shifted just that fraction closer. Conversation just between them. Intimate levels of love flourishing up between them.

Draegan tips a dark brow. "Not entirely wasted." He flirts. Sipping his drink. Eyeing his lover with lustful interest.

"Trying to get me intoxicated, lover?" He asks Kylo with teasing levity.

"Yes." Kylo's grinning. Eyes intent.

"For nefarious reasons I can only assume?"

"Doubtlessly." Kylo's quick to make plain. "That kiss we shared in the bedchamber. Don't dare expect it to be your last off me today." He pledged under his breath.

Stepping closer and hushing it right into Draegan's ear. His hot words drift over the silk of his ivory hair. Hitting the shell of his demon's ear like a perverted secret. Entirely all the ways he intended it to be.

"When this hunt is over my love. You're mine." He makes plain.

Draegan felt his spine shiver with sheer longing. He dragged his blue eyes up to Kylo. A look so full of lust it could blister skin.

He looks over at Kylo and smiles. Finds his lovers hand and strokes his thumb over his knuckles. An inaudible answer.

They stand together as the group readies itself and partners are assigned, beaters ready to flush the birds out in the woods. Guns being set out ready to use. Cleaned and ready to go.

Poe stumbled slowly through the crowds to come to them. Frowning at the severity of the sun. Brow crinkled and his floppy swirls of dark hair shot through with gold from the sun.

"What is that incomparably awful light?" Poe asks the pair of them.

"The sun?" Kylo points out.

"Make it stop." Poe closes his eyes and whines. Low and deep.

"It is rudely early and I despise it." He grunts out. Clearly he was suffering a pained headache too.