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“ H ave to say, it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve washed off in a river,” Harlow mused.

“Same!” Foxx chimed, before complaining, “And it’s just as bloody fucking cold as it was the last time I did it.”

Harlow glanced over at the vampire, who was very naked and cleaning blood off his body, clearly trembling as he did it. His rosy pink nipples were hard due to the cold, and he could see goosebumps along the vampire’s smooth skin, including on his plump ass. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.”

“AGAIN, I am RIGHT here!” Gavin snapped. The man was, unfortunately, standing behind him.

“Yeah, and if you turn around, it’ll be the last thing you do,” he growled threateningly, without looking back.

“He’s not even my type!”

“Foxx is everyone’s type. You just don’t know it yet as you haven’t seen his ass up close. And if you want to live, you never will.”

Foxx sighed. “That was almost sweet, Old Man. So close, yet so far.”

Harlow chuckled. “I know it was, Brat.”

“Old Man?” Gavin asked, clearly bewildered.

Since the dragon was the reason he wasn’t currently buried deep inside his little vampire, Harlow didn’t explain.

“So, Gavin, about your dragon form—which, by the way, your scales are super pretty—but I’m curious, do you have to worry about showing up on air traffic radars or anything?” the vampire asked .

“Nope, my kind doesn’t show up at all. Something about our scales automatically blocks detection. At the same time, if we don’t want to be seen, we won’t be. A little dragon magic.”

“Actual magic, or mind control?” Foxx bounced a bit in the water, clearly excited. “Oh, can you get bigger than the size you were? Or smaller?!”

“Actual magic, even if it is still mind manipulation. As for your other questions…yes and yes.”

The man gasped. “Ohh, really?! How big?!”

Gavin chuckled. “Think Godzilla size.”

“WOW! That big?! Can you get small?—”

“Okay, enough about Gavin’s ‘size’. Finish cleaning up. Weren’t you cold?” Harlow grumbled.

“One last question!” Foxx huffed.

Rolling his eyes, he waved the man on.

Smiling, the vampire asked, “How small can you get, Gavin?”

Harlow replied before Gavin got a chance. “The smallest he can get is a dragon that's about the same size as his human form. Now, clean, both of you.”

“I never stopped cleaning.” The dragon sighed.

Foxx stuck his tongue out, but went back to washing himself.

“DONE!” the vampire chimed moments later, squealing as he hurried out of the water. “Ahh. So cold!”

Watching the man’s butt jiggle as he ran, and figuring he’d cleaned up as much as he possibly could without a mirror, Harlow followed. Besides, the sooner they left, the sooner he could fuck Foxx.

“Come on, Gavin!” he yelled back. “Your ass should have finished before us. You didn’t even have blood on you.”

“Excuse you!” Gavin huffed. “I got some weird, unknown chemical dust between my scales!”

“Yeah, well, the public won’t care, so come on. But keep your eyes closed until Foxx is dressed!”

“Eyes closed?!”

Foxx hopped out as soon as the Jeep pulled to a stop in the hotel parking lot. He began to shift from foot to foot, impatiently waiting for Harlow to get out and come around.

“We should grab food,” Gavin, for some reason, suggested, but he barely heard the words, his eyes locking on the dhampir as he neared.

They stared at each other for a brief second, unmoving, before Foxx leaped. Harlow reached for him at the same time. The man caught him in his arms as their lips pressed together.

Harlow roughly kissed him, the dhampir’s beard rubbing against his face. Foxx moaned while his hands slid over the man’s shoulders, tugging uselessly on Harlow’s jacket.

Gavin made an odd noise, before sputtering, “Umm, um, I-I’ll, uh…just go…fuck off…to my room then.”

He absently waved, shooing the dragon away without breaking the kiss—as was the polite thing to do.

On hearing a good to honest scandalized feminine gasp, Foxx held back his urge to look, spending a few moments more making out with Harlow.

“Stop that, this instant, y-you degenerates!” an older sounding human shrieked.

He broke away on a startled laugh at the pathetic attempt at an insult, eyeing the woman who had to be in her late seventies. Either that or she had aged horribly. Based on that one comment, he was guessing she'd aged horribly. In his opinion, bitterness always added extra lines.

“I’m pretty sure children have called me worse.” Foxx giggled.

“Based on how long I’ve known you, I know children have called you worse.”

“They really have.”

She let out a sound that was close to a hiss, seeming to clutch her purse tighter to her chest. “Young man, does your mother know what you are doing?!”

He frowned. “Wait, are you yelling at us cause you think he is a perv and I’m a child? Or are you mad that we’re both men? Because if it’s the former, I am, in fact, older than him.”

She blinked.

He flashed one of his fangs.

She paled. “Degenerates and monsters!?”

Harlow snorted. “Well, I think that answers that.”

“Yep, yep. Got my hopes up, not gonna lie, but the location should have told me better.”

Alabama was not exactly the pinnacle of acceptance. Though, like, it was near midnight, shouldn’t she be in bed or something? Oh well, since they had an audience, the obvious answer was to put on a show.

Smirking evilly, he met Harlow’s gaze and wiggled, rubbing his hard cock against the man as he whined, “Baby wants Daddy!”

The dhampir choked, his eyes going wide as the woman gasped.

He whined louder. “Feeling empty. Make it better.”

“Empty, huh?” Harlow said with a baffled chuckle.

“Mm, Daddy got to make me feel better.”

His smirk widened as the human started to sputter. “Y-you?—”

“And how can Daddy make it better?”

Foxx almost lost it as the man emphasized the word Daddy with barely disguised contempt.

“By giving Baby your big, fat c?—”

Foxx flinched as the older woman let out a banshee shriek. While Harlow clearly held back laughter, his mouth twitching with it, he slowly looked over at the woman. “Co?—”

She shrieked again, glaring.

Foxx’s eyes narrowed on her. “Daddy, Baby wants your big, fat Coc?—”

The woman just outright started caterwauling non-stop.

Oh, that was fine! Foxx could play this game. “Cock Baby up, Daddy! Cock Baby up! COCK, COCK, COCK, COCK ME UP!”

She grew louder, and so did he.

“BABY WANTS DADDY’S BIG, FAT COCK!!! COCK, COC—” His bellowing cut off on a gasp when Harlow bounced him in his hold. “Hey!” he complained as the dhampir started to carry him away from the still shrieking old woman. “I’m in the middle of something!”

Harlow snorted. “Yeah, of possibly getting us arrested.”

“No—” he started to say, but stopped on realizing the man was likely right. “Okay, but we wouldn’t be the only ones! And like, they probably wouldn’t since we're hunters.”

“Foxx, we’re in Alabama. Police may in general hate us, but they especially hate us here. They’d literally arrest us for jaywalking if they could get away with it.”

Foxx huffed. “Fine.” He stuck his tongue out at the old bat as she continued to yell, while Harlow put further distance between them.

“Thought you wanted my cock, Baby ? You don’t seem too interested to me though.”

Foxx shuddered, his prick actually deflating some at the word. “Ugh, never call me that again.”

Harlow laughed. “As long as you never fucking use the word Daddy with me again.”

“Deal!” He giggled. Running his hands over the man’s hair covered jaw, he smiled. “Now, where were we?”

The dhampir growled as he captured his mouth again.