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panting now as he gazed stupidly up at those pretty green eyes. The press of the vampire’s hips

against his was too familiar, and he urgently prayed for all of these treacherous feelings to go away.

They only got worse, a new wave of desire washing over him that made him groan out loud. He didn’t

even know where it came from, but now all he could think about was how good it had felt to kiss this

lovely creature. He stared dumbly at the vampire’s lips, desperate for one more taste.

The vampire’s face shifted, softer and warm, his hand moving to cradle the side of Snod’s cheek.

Whatever spell was being cast at that moment, it seemed to affect him as well.

Snod’s heart was aching, a million voices in his head screaming at him to stop, but the only one he

could hear was the one whispering for him to give in to what he wanted. He grabbed the back of the

vampire’s head and pulled him into a heated kiss.

Chapter Three

Snod couldn’t explain his sudden lust. Perhaps he had hit his head too hard or maybe he had finally

lost his mind. With the vampire returning his affections so hungrily, he didn’t care right now. All of

the disgust and self-loathing he had experienced before melted away.

How could something that was supposed to be wrong feel this good?

The energy between them was crackling and the slide of the vampire’s lips was absolutely

intoxicating, Snod’s heart thrumming faster and faster. He was more sure of himself than he had been

down in the tunnels, deepening the kiss and raking his fingers through the vampire’s hair.

The vampire was touching him all over, cool palms sliding under his shirt and squeezing his hips as

they grinded together. Snod had to pull away to gasp, trying to catch his breath as the vampire flung

his glasses away. Snod was getting dizzy fast, but he didn’t want to stop.

The vampire’s tongue was so cold, like ice as it dipped across Snod’s face to lick at some of the

dried blood. It was soothing against his hot skin, his hands racing down to grab the vampire’s ass.

When the vampire groaned softly, Snod stole away the sound with his mouth. He wanted to be inside

of him, he wanted to feel that intimate embrace once more.

There was a knock at the door, and they both froze.

The haze that had captured them seemed to fade even as Snod’s cock continued to throb. He glared up

at the vampire, hissing softly, “Expecting someone?”

“Fuck,” the vampire cursed. “Damn carpool!”

“Car... what?” Snod didn’t think he had heard him correctly.