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I leaned forward, running my tongue along his bound forearms, just like I’d fantasised about the day we properly met.

When I reached his hands, I linked our fingers together, and his gentle squeeze gave me the courage to continue.

Moving back, I nuzzled my cheek against his chest hair, working my way down his stomach, past tight, ridged abs.

I tongued across his V, and when I reached his groin, I couldn’t help but press gentle kisses to the crease of his hips.

I burned all over with anticipation, and so I pressed his cool, rigid cock against my cheek, chilling my flushed skin.

Any nerves about not performing well enough for him were long gone. This powerful vampire wanted me—as evidenced from the sounds he was making, and the bead of precum on his throbbing cock.

I sucked along one side of it, moaning against it like it was a strawberry ice-lolly I was dying to lick. A suck of his cockhead later, his firm heaviness lay on my tongue. My lips stretched around his impressive girth, and I swirled my tongue around his glans, nipping, sliding.

With my palm pressed against his hip, I could feel the tension coiled tight in Seb’s every muscle—he was restraining himself from thrusting. I rewarded my captive’s valiant efforts by taking him as deep into my throat as I could manage.

That was all it took.

He unleashed a muffled cry of warning—then his hips snapped up, his cock tearing deep into my throat, and he came, drowning me. I half choked on his cum, coughing it back up into my mouth. The taste was unique—metallic and cold, like ice water on a hot day.

I replaced my mouth with my fist, milking Seb through the last of his orgasm.

Tremors rippled through the firm muscles of his stomach.

So fucking hot . So fucking hot and he was mine.

Sent half delusional with need and lust, I spat some of his cum into my palm, then used a finger to mark a cross over his cool chest.

“This is where I shall stake you later, fiend.”

Above the muzzle, his eyes flashed with dark amusement, and he arched his back in clear invitation. A muffled laugh escaped through the leather .

“But first,” I traced my finger lower, following the trail of dark hair down his stomach, “I think there are other places that need conquering.”

Reaching for the bottle on the nightstand, I added more slick to my already wet fingers. Seb’s eyes followed my every movement as I traced patterns on his inner thigh.

“I do wonder,” I murmured, circling closer to my goal. “If you’ll beg for me once I remove that muzzle.”

As I breached him with one finger, his body arched off the bed again, higher now, unleashing a cacophony of muffled, desperate sounds as I inched inside him with careful dedication.

The tight coolness of him gripped my finger as I took my time stretching him, mesmerised by the way his body yielded to my touch, drinking in his every reaction.

When I crooked my finger just so against his prostate, his whole body went taut. “You know, vampire. If you keep responding like this, I might have to keep you around a little bit longer.”

I weaved a second finger inside, sinking them deeper. My tongue followed, circling his rim, tasting the salt of his skin. The proud vampire lost all pretense of control then, his hips working in desperate circles as he fucked himself on my fingers.

My heart hammered a frantic rhythm, blood rushing in my ears like waves crashing. I withdrew from him and reached for the lube. The click of the cap seemed impossibly loud in the heated silence. I stroked myself, coating my length, fighting to keep my hand steady.

“Last chance to beg for mercy, vampire.” He lifted his legs, placing them heavily on my shoulders. I lined myself up, the head of my firm cock pressing against him. “Or would you be begging for me to be inside you?

Through the muzzle came what might have been a laugh, cut short as I pushed forward.

The resistance I expected never came—Seb’s body welcomed me in like he was made for me, drawing me deeper until I was fully seated inside him.

I whimpered at the sensation of cool silk around my cock, so different from anything I’d imagined.

My hips trembled with the effort of staying still, letting us both adjust.

“ Fuck, ” I breathed, my composure slipping. This ancient creature—this lovely, lovely man—was letting me claim him, take him, possess him, and the thought made my head spin.

When I finally began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm, Seb’s cock filled again against his stomach. I wrapped my fingers around him, and he twitched delightfully in my grip.

“Already?” I managed through ragged breaths. “Insatiable creature.”

I lost myself in the rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. The cool grip of his body was like diving into deep water, pulling me under until I could barely breathe. My world narrowed to the push and pull, like the tide against shore, each wave building higher than the last.

Wherever Seb’s heated gaze landed, phantom touches followed—trailing fire down my spine when his eyes traced the length of my body, teasing across my nipples when his stare fixed there, caressing my thighs as his gaze roamed lower.

Even when his eyes locked onto my mouth, I felt the ghost of a touch brush against my lips.

The sensation made me shudder. A vampire trick? My imagination running wild?

Something shifted then, like a current changing direction.

The playful hunter and prey dynamic crumbled as I stared down at him—at the way his dark curls clung to his forehead, how his eyes burned with an intensity that made my chest ache.

Every thrust felt more intimate, more real, until that damned muzzle between us became unbearable.

I needed to taste him. Needed to feel his mouth against mine more than I needed my next breath.

His eyes traced the path of my hand as I leaned forward, fingers fumbling with the buckles of the muzzle, hands shaking as I worked it free.

It fell and I finally saw his full face—lips parted, expression raw with a vulnerability I’d never seen before.

He croaked out, “Flynn— ”

“I need to kiss you,” I whispered, my movements stilling completely. Gone was the confident hunter, the playful captor. In that moment, I was just Flynn Carter, terrified and wanting.

Time froze.

“Kiss me.” Seb’s eyes flickered to my lips. “Please.”

That single word undid me. I crashed down to meet his mouth, swallowing his groan as our lips finally met.

The kiss was desperate, messy, all teeth and tongue and need.

I started moving again, my hips finding a new rhythm that matched the way our mouths moved together.

The cool slide of his tongue against mine made me moan—like diving into the deepest part of the ocean.

As if dancing to its own tune, my tongue explored his mouth, seeking out and finding the sharp points of his fangs. They weren’t extended, but as I traced their edges with my tongue, they lengthened. A fierce growl rumbled deep in Seb’s chest, the sound vibrating between us.

These lovely fangs were as much a part of him as his curls, his careful words, his hidden smiles.

I wanted— needed —to show him I accepted every piece of him, even the parts he tried to suppress.

And so my tongue traced their shape reverently, and when the sharp point caught my flesh, sending that bright spark of pain and metallic taste through my mouth, I didn’t pull away.

Seb went rigid beneath me, a broken sound escaping his throat.

Then he thrashed—the bed creaking as he strained against the rope.

His mouth was desperate against mine, sucking at my tongue with a hunger that made my whole body shudder.

Each pull of his lips matched the rhythm of my thrusts, a feedback loop of pleasure that had me seeing stars.

The small wound on my tongue throbbed in time with my racing pulse, and it was as if every drop he took forged a deeper connection between us.

He moaned obscenely into my mouth—a sound of pure desperation, of need barely contained.

His body clenched around me, cool and perfect, as if trying to draw me even deeper.

The phantom touches from before returned tenfold, like he was trying to touch every inch of me at once, claiming me just as thoroughly as I was claiming him.

Every draw of his mouth sent euphoric waves of pleasure dancing through me, and I wanted nothing more than to let him continue, let him take as much as he wanted. But the memory of how upset he’d been with himself after last time…

I pulled back just enough to break the connection, my breath coming in harsh pants. “That’s enough.”

Seb whined—a desperate, inhuman sound that shot straight through me—but he didn’t chase my mouth. His eyes were wild with black hunger, those deadly fangs fully extended, every inch of him screaming need, but he submitted, ducking his chin.

He held himself perfectly still beneath me. Waiting. Obeying.

“There’s my lovely vampire,” I whispered, carding my fingers through his hair. He pressed into my palm like a pleased cat, the gesture so trusting it made my throat tighten. “So perfectly behaved for me.”

I was so close, teetering on the edge. The phantom touches were everywhere and nowhere at once, and suddenly I couldn’t bear it—couldn’t bear the distance between us.

“I need you to hold me,” I gasped, my rhythm faltering as I reached for the knot. When I saw the flash of concern in his eyes, I pressed my forehead to his. “It’s okay, Seb. I trust you. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone. Let me feel you properly.”

I pressed my lips to his mouth as I tugged the rope free.

The soft sigh of relief that escaped him was echoed by my own as his hands found me instantly—everywhere at once, real and solid and everything I needed.

Cool fingers traced my arms, tangled in my hair, cradled my face like I was something precious.

In one fluid motion, he lifted his legs from my shoulders, wrapping them around my waist instead.

The change in angle had me moaning, pleasure coiling tighter in my gut.

My thrusts were growing erratic, muscles trembling with fatigue, but Seb’s hands found my hips, guiding me, supporting me, keeping the rhythm steady and deep .

“Flynn,” he moaned, one hand cupping my face, making me look at him. “My Flynn.” The possession in his voice, the way his eyes burned into mine—it was too much, too perfect.

“ Yours, ” I managed, the word breaking on a sob. “God, Seb, I’m all yours.”

“I’ve got you,” Seb breathed, his hands tightening on my hips. “Let go for me, mi amor .”

The pleasure crested like a wave, dragging me under. I spilled deep inside him, crying out his name again and again as my vision went white at the edges. Then he was gasping against my mouth, his own release spurting coolly between us as his body clenched around mine, drawing out every last drop.

His hands stroked soothingly down my back as aftershocks rippled through me, keeping me anchored when I felt like I might float away entirely.

“Don’t move,” I said.

Something in my voice must have concerned him, because he made a soft cooing sound, drawing me closer to him. Shuffling slightly, I slid out of him before collapsing on top, my softening cock still twitching against him.

“Thank you,” I whispered thickly against his throat. “That was…”

Perfect.

Beautiful.

More than I ever hoped for.

“Flynn,” he breathed, and my name held so much longing in that one syllable. His cool fingers traced patterns on my back. “You gave me something precious beyond words.”

“I…” I started, struggling to keep my eyes open, to put into words everything bubbling up inside me. There was so much more to say, so much I needed him to know.

“Hush, my sweet angel,” Seb murmured, still sending blissful strokes across my back. “Rest for a while, then I wish to wash you in the shower.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “It’s definitely my turn to be your big spoon.”

With gentle hands, he shifted us onto our sides, pulling me back against his chest. His arm draped over my waist, cool and secure, like an anchor holding me safe in harbour. For the first time since leaving Ireland, since leaving everything I knew behind, I felt like I’d finally found home.