“Little one, I have to go to speak to The Alpha and make plans for the mating. Listen to the Mates. Their voices will heal and welcome you.”
“Would you kiss me before you leave?” Vitas’ voice went up the musical scale at the end of the sentence, revealing his charming Irish lilt. “I’ve never been kissed. My parents were very protective, and I didn’t want to be kissed by anyone but my Mate.”
Henri bent over and kissed Vitas with a gentle movement of his mouth that brushed Vitas’ lips like a touch of a butterfly’s wing. He didn’t want to hurt his already injured Mate. Vitas closed his eyes and brought his arms up around Henri’s neck and pulled him close, lightly touching his cheek with his own. “That was wonderful.” His Mate smiled brightly despite his injuries.
“Alpha, we have to continue to talk to him. He’ll hear us, even as he sleeps. Go make your arrangements. We’ll keep him safe.” Donal touched Vitas’ forehead. “His fever is down.”