Gavin had pecked my lips and headed off to his room this morning right after we had breakfast. Apparently he had gotten a lot of inspiration for his music from last night, so he was raring to go. I was really happy for him, too.

Zaire and I had just finished playing some games in his room, as well as some kissing and a shared hand-job, so now I was feeling sleepy. I wandered down the hall towards my room, but felt my body being lifted.

"Rose?" I wondered aloud, and he looked a bit sick. "What's wrong? Do you need to feed?"

He nodded gently, tucking me against his chest. I hugged his neck as he walked quickly towards the staircase and began to climb the steps. Matteo exited his room just then and his eyes widened as he saw me wave sleepily at him.

"Master?"

Ambrose stiffened and his piercing silver eyes met Matteo's concerned gaze. But he said nothing as he continued up the steps.

I called out, "Don't worry, Mattie. I'm just sleepy. Rose is gonna spend some time with me."

"Oh, all right." he responded with a happy smile. "Have fun, Master!"

I giggled and blew him a kiss. "Thank you, Mattie."

Ambrose hugged me tighter and entered his dark room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. I rubbed my face in his neck.

"Rose, are you okay?"

"Little wolf," he murmured, gently placing my back down on the bed. "You have been busy."

I blushed. "I have been busy loving my family, Rose. Is it time for you, too?"

Ambrose pulled off my oversized shirt and set it aside, then tugged down my shorts and underwear, putting them off to the side with the shirt. He stroked his fingertips over Gavin's bite mark on the right side of my neck.

"He kept away from my bite mark." he remarked quietly, his silver eyes burning. "He accepts that you are mine as well."

Ambrose seemed stunned that Gavin was okay with sharing me, despite being a tiger shifter. He was overall flabbergasted that all of our family was perfectly happy to share me.

"Yes, Rose." I murmured, placing my fingers on his wrist. "Do you want to bathe with me before you feed?"

Ambrose shook his head. "Do not bathe. Let me scent you as you are—loved by the others in this household."

I blushed, but then felt hot when I watched him undress. His lightly tanned skin looked paler than usual, but his form was just as sexy. Ambrose's nose twitched and his irises flickered to crimson for a moment, and my skin flushed beet-red as my tiny cock began to inflate. He pushed down his slacks and stripped off his underwear with them, then set them aside with my clothes. Ambrose pushed the pile off the bed and they landed in a small heap as he crawled over me.

I propped up my head and shoulders with a a couple pillows and bared my throat to him. I offered my right hand and he took it in his left hand, his right one sliding into the gentle curve of my waist as he curled down. His mouth opened and I heard his deep inhale as his scent washed over me. His black locks brushed the left side of my neck and face, then his fangs punctured my throat. I jumped a bit, but moaned when the gentle suction began.

Ambrose began to relax and I was the opposite. I was getting turned on by the feel of it all; his scent, his gentle warmth, his skin on mine, his soft hair brushing my skin, and his firm grip on my body. I felt so safe and aroused at the same time. Ambrose's audible swallows made me feel even better because I knew he was starting to feel better.

I wonder if he had fed at all during the time I was gone with Matteo, then the aftermath of the conference was going on, and now, finally, he's feeding on me the day after the date with Gavin. Daddy did say Ambrose used to drink from blood bags, so I hoped he drank at least a little bit from those to sustain himself.

Ambrose slowly laid down on top of me, his right forearm pressing into my lower back. I felt warmer now and much happier snuggled with my vampire. Ambrose seemed to purr when I hugged his neck with my left arm.

I sank into the bedding with a happy sigh, but my lower half was tingling and throbbing from the continued stimulation at my throat. Ambrose slowly inhaled and exhaled through his nose, breaking the periods of gentle suction. Blood had slipped down over my left collarbone, but I knew Ambrose wouldn't waste a drop.

I hummed softly to the tune of Gavin's song, but I pushed my left hand into Ambrose's thick hair and pulled him a bit closer. His bodyweight felt so nice pressing down on me. I'm sure some people might have found it suffocating, but I liked the comfort the weight brought to my mental and physical state.

Ambrose swallowed once more and slowly retracted his fangs. I shuddered with a soft moan, then mewled when he began to lick the crimson trails off my lightly flushed alabaster skin. Ambrose licked lower, surprising me with a sharp tug on my left nipple with his teeth. I jerked and moaned, my cock leaking against his abs as he nibbled on my chest.

"My, what an addictive sight." he murmured softly, the croon in his voice making me feel even more turned on.

He slipped his right hand's fingertips underneath my jawline and stroked it. I eyed him with warm cheeks and a needy gaze, and I noticed the flash of crimson in his eyes. Ambrose lightly gripped my chin and curled down to kiss me. He was still holding my right hand and silently refusing to let go for even a second, as though he was worried I'd disappear into a flash of smoke.

"Rose, will you be upset if I—?"

His lips met mine once more and he moved between my thighs. I blushed as he silenced me with a firm kiss. His hard cock was placed on top of mine and he closed my legs, sealing his cock between my thighs. Ambrose stared into my eyes then quietly sighed and kissed my forehead.

"Forgive me, little wolf. I am feeling this far more than I expected I would after this short time of being apart."

I grinned. "It's nothing you need to apologize for, Rose. I'm happy to help you and, besides, we get to help each other through it."

Ambrose smiled gently and gripped my legs just as he began to draw his cock back. I mewled, gripping the pillow with my left hand. Ambrose squeezed my right hand a bit tighter, then bucked his hips.

His silver eyes burned with desire and something else. I couldn't pinpoint it, but he looked so earnest for some reason. It hurt my heart to see. How could I help Ambrose? Did he even want my help?

A fair time later, Ambrose began to pant from exertion. He wasn't used to such activities. I already had two hands-free orgasms, which made Ambrose jerk and grunt. I was ready and waiting to have his release on my chest and tummy. When it came, I blushed while I watched his sexy self have his orgasm.

There was something about the way he dropped his head to the side and then forward as he pumped his hips forward a couple more times afterward that really made me feel embarrassed and turned on. Ambrose's expression was amazing, too. His lightly tanned skin was flushed with warmth, which made me feel relieved. He was definitely doing better now.

He released my legs and I let them fall, my body trembling while he curled down to kiss me again. "Anwyll," he murmured, "you are..."

Ambrose trailed off, but I let him take his time. He sighed a few seconds later. "Thank you, Anwyll."

"You're welcome, Rose." I beamed, hugging him with my free arm again. "It's my pleasure to help you, a beloved of mine."

Ambrose rested his head on my chest, not minding the sticky situation on my front. He lifted our clasped hands and he switched his light grip to my fingers. Ambrose gently kissed my knuckles while I petted his thick locks.

"Anwyll, I am still untrusting and anxious for the future, but I trust you and I am not anxious about my future with you." he said softly, and my heart pounded.

I kept petting his hair, knowing he could hear and feel my heartbeat loud and clear.

"I...need to go somewhere." he whispered ever so quietly. "Daviel agrees with me. We have not been to that place since we were betrayed and cast out with hunters on our shared backside."

"You haven't left the safety of this barrier for many years, Rose. Will you be all right?"

Ambrose swallowed thickly. "I am concerned, little wolf, that it will be a repeat of all those years ago."

"How many?" I asked gently and he sighed.

"About two hundred and fifty years ago, around when Alexandre first created the barrier." he whispered, "I am old, Anwyll. Old and bitter, hardly worth the love and kindness you have bestowed upon me, and Daviel for that matter, over the course of about three months or so."

I hugged him tighter. "Everyone deserves love, Rose. No matter how old or how young. You were originally human, correct? Every human is born with the innate craving for love. Whether it be parental, familial, from friends, lovers, and so on. I am actually really happy you have let me love you, and Daviel through you, for the time we've been together so far."

Ambrose gently pressed his lips to my knuckles again, his forehead resting against my neck. "Then my age is of no matter. You wish to love me as I am for who I am, despite all of the trouble and baggage I carry."

"Yes, Rose. I already love you and Daviel so much. I want to aid you with your burdens and ease your mind so we can experience life to the fullest. I am sure life has been boring being cooped up inside your room writing memoirs."

Ambrose's cheeks warmed. "Was Daviel loose-lipped?"

I giggled, rubbing his nape. I brushed over a raised line and Ambrose stiffened, but he relaxed when I didn't ask about it. Daddy did say that Ambrose had been hurt many times before, so perhaps this scar that he covered up with his shoulder-length hair came from one of those times of betrayal and attempted murder.

"Rose," I murmured, craning my neck to kiss his head. "Anytime you wish to open the locked doors to your ragged, worn-out heart, I am here to listen—not judge—and support you entirely."

Ambrose exhaled through his nose, then we rested in silence. I was comfortable holding onto my vampire, and he seemed to be more relaxed than usual. That's a big step forward, especially when considering how he was before Daviel came forward and loosened the bindings on Ambrose's fury and distrust to speak with me.

"Daviel wishes to speak with you. I shall retreat for awhile." murmured Ambrose, so I agreed with a small smile and gentle pat on his head

The familiar aura of Daviel came into focus and he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against my throat. "My little wolf, that scent of yours is driving me wild."

I giggled. "Sorry, Daviel. Say, I have a quick question."

"Ask away," he murmured. "I will enjoy these cuddles in the meantime."

My cheeks warmed. "The reason Ambrose brought up his need to go out...is that something I am allowed to accompany him with?"

Daviel chuckled. "My, he never reached his destination with that portion of the conversation."

I rubbed his scalp with my fingers and he shuddered with a pleased sigh. I giggled and kissed his head. "So what's the answer?"

Daviel's smile partially rested my chest. "You should be able to guess it correctly, little wolf. He—no, we—need you, Anwyll. You will be our support."

"I will do my best to make sure we come home safe." I vowed, and Daviel curled tighter on top of me.

"Thank you, Anwyll." he said softly, then he moved his head to kiss my cheek. "Ambrose is still..."

"Frightened?"

"Fearful," whispered Daviel. "He is fearful of things that he cannot see, cannot touch, cannot know are there. So it is with relationships. He cannot see the bond nor touch it, and he cannot know if the bond is really there or not."

I hummed. "I think I can understand, but I won't pry into your past. I will wait patiently for the full story and I am looking forward to spending some more time with you both."

Daviel squeezed me. "I will warn you a few days in advance before our travel, but I am now also looking forward to it as well."

"I love you, Daviel. I love you, Rose." I said, now feeling extra exhausted.

"We love you, too." came the gentle response before I fell asleep.