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The change in his voice was subtle enough. A rougher edge to his already growly timbre. But definitely…different. The monster speaking rather than the man.

Jamie stayed where he was, seated on the couch. Luc’s monster didn’t seem to want him closer at the moment, flinching anytime Jamie got too near. “I’m sorry, monster. I just promised Tweedledum and Tweedledick you wouldn’t do that.”

Luc growled at him for what had to be the thousandth time in under an hour, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly at his sides. But Jamie wasn’t scared of the big brute, even with the dramatic posturing.

He knew in his bones Luc would never hurt him.

His monster was just having a bit of a temper tantrum was all.

Still, it would be nice to have a little clarification. “What has you so upset, monster? Them threatening you? The territory dispute?”

Luc turned on his heel for another round of pacing and grunted in a way that Jamie assumed meant no.

“Okay…” Jamie tapped a finger on his chin in thought. “The shock of them coming into my house without warning, maybe?”

Luc let out another drawn-out growl before speaking with visible effort. “Mortal,” he grunted. “Fragile. Precious.”

Ah. They were getting somewhere.

“You were worried about me ?” Jamie clarified. “That those two might hurt me?”

Jamie’s question was met with a loud crunching sound.

Oh, cool. Now there was a fist-sized hole in the wall. Monique was going to love that.

Actually, Jamie wasn’t so sure his housemate would survive a trip home at the moment.

Jamie might be certain Luc wouldn’t hurt him , but he wasn’t sure anyone else would get the same consideration.

He wasn’t sure how strong Luc’s urge to hurt and kill was at the moment, and he didn’t want to risk it.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and shot out a quick text.

Maybe don’t come home for a few hours.

The response was immediate.

Gross.

Clearly she thought his text was some kind of warning that they’d be loudly fucking all around the house.

Which, come to think of it, wasn’t the worst idea…

Jamie stood from his seat, cautiously approaching his vampire—who’d extricated his fist from the wall and was now standing in front of the hole like some sort of menacing museum curator in front of an art display—with slow, soft steps.

He ignored Luc’s low warning growl, moving forward steadily until they were less than a foot apart.

“I can’t let you kill right now, monster,” Jamie soothed. “I’m very sorry. But we can make up for it, I think.” He tilted his head to the side, exposing the line of his throat. “Do you want to bite me, hm? Drink a little something to take the edge off?”

Luc lurched in place, baring his fangs in a grimace, but didn’t close the distance between them.

Jamie tried a different tactic. “Do you want to fuck me, maybe?”

Luc’s black eyes flared with heat, and his growl changed in timbre.

Bingo.

“Mm. Of course you do,” Jamie murmured understandingly. “You want to claim your mate, don’t you?”

But Luc jerked his head. A negative. “Can’t hurt you.” His voice was like crushed rocks.

“You think you’d hurt me?” Jamie asked. He took Luc’s silence as an affirmative. “But you…want me,” he clarified. “You want to touch me. To be touched?” Jamie cocked his head, considering.

A light bulb went off.

He might be barking up the wrong tree, but if he wasn’t…

Jamie licked his lips and stepped even closer, a breath away from Luc’s tense body. “Do you need to get fucked, monster?”

And ohh, there it was. Blatant, feral need in Luc’s eyes.

His monster liked that idea very much.

Oh fuck. Jamie’s cock started to fill at the mere thought of it, all his blood rushing south. He hadn’t had much experience topping in his life, but holy fuck—if that was what Luc needed, Jamie could definitely get on board.

“You do, don’t you?” he crooned, leaning in to run his nose along Luc’s throat, breathing in that sandalwood scent. “You need me to fuck you all better. You need me to help you be a good, obedient monster.”

A strange animal whine broke out of Luc’s mouth, and the very neediness of it had Jamie’s cock straining against the fabric of his shorts.

He took a breath, trying to stay present and not get lost in a fog of lust. He needed to be in control.

No long, drawn-out seductions today though. It was going to be a quick, aggressive fuck.

“Turn around. Face the wall,” he ordered.

For a second, he thought Luc would refuse, his vampire still taut with visible tension. But then Luc shivered, turning obediently.

Jamie took a quick minute to appreciate that muscular, denim-clad ass.

Damn. He’d never thought he’d actually get to fuck it. Wasn’t life just chock-full of amazing, sexy surprises?

“Don’t worry, monster. I’ll be so good to you. Take real good care of you.” He reached an arm around Luc’s side, palming his vampire’s cock. It was already hard, a massive, tempting bulge. Jamie wanted it inside him again.

But oh well. Another time. Jamie could be patient.

This wasn’t just about sex. This was about dealing with the lit powder keg in the room.

He left off massaging Luc’s dick to unbutton the vampire’s jeans before pulling them down until they were resting under the firm globes of his ass.

It was a beautiful fucking sight.

But they were missing something.

“You stay right here,” Jamie ordered, running a soothing hand down Luc’s spine. He rushed at the speed of light into his room, frantically grabbing for the lube in his bedside drawer, and sprinted back.

“Good monster,” he panted, finding Luc right where he’d left him.

Luc turned to snarl at him but, tellingly, didn’t turn completely from the wall.

“You getting impatient, monster?” Jamie asked.

Luc snarled again. Testy, testy.

“Hands up on the wall.”

His monster obeyed. Jamie took a moment to trace the furrow between Luc’s cheeks with one finger, then proceeded to open him up as quickly as he reasonably could. Anytime he tried to slow down—to gauge whether he was hurting him—Luc would snarl again, or turn his head and bare his fangs.

Apparently, Jamie’s vampire was impatient as hell as a bottom.

So Jamie didn’t wait long before he was nudging Luc’s legs further apart with his knee, slicking up his cock, and breaching his monster’s tight channel.

And oh holy fucking fuck . Jamie paused after bottoming out, his eyes rolled back at the insane, hot squeeze against his cock. “Holy shit, monster. Jesus Christ, you feel amazing.”

“Move,” Luc growled, rocking his hips back in demand.

So Jamie moved.

He did his best to set a good, brutal pace, trying to fuck his monster the same way Luc had fucked him.

But topping was more or less new to him, and his rhythm was messy and awkward, Jamie too frantic with lust to control himself properly.

He tried to angle it right to get that little bundle of nerves he knew so well, and by the way Luc hissed and growled and snarled, he thought he was doing something right.

It was like taming a wild beast. Animalistic, frenzied.

There was a sense of power Jamie had never quite felt before, filling his chest and making his breaths come short.

He was so often helpless in the face of the supernatural.

With the twins threatening them. With his own fucking visions.

But here, with this stunningly sexy, dangerous creature, Jamie was in control.

Except Jamie was barely holding back his orgasm by a fucking thread. Luc’s ass was so impossibly tight that Jamie felt he was only moments away from splintering into oblivion.

He reached around again for Luc’s hard cock, jerking him furiously. “You gonna come for me, monster? You gonna let loose and let me fill you up?” And then, driven by some strange instinct, Jamie bit into Luc’s neck with blunt teeth, hard enough to draw blood.

Luc roared again—that glorious, overwhelming sound—and then his hot spunk was shooting into Jamie’s hand, the vampire’s body trembling with hours of tension suddenly released.

Jamie lost it then, his hips stuttering, his mind going completely blank as he emptied himself into Luc. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Fucking, fuck, fuck. Luc .”

They stood there for long moments, panting heavily, both their bodies shuddering with the aftermath of their orgasms. Jamie tucked his head into Luc’s neck, licking his bite mark, savoring the metallic flavor.

It was already disappearing, Luc’s supernatural healing taking effect, but Jamie could almost pretend he had magic saliva to do the job.

It was like a little preturning practice round.

When Luc’s neck was healed, Jamie finally drew his softening cock out of Luc’s body, hissing at the sensation. Luc took the opportunity to turn around, and Jamie could have sworn for a second that his monster had green in his eyes.

But Jamie must have been woozy from the explosive sex, because when he looked again, they were their usual black.

“They could have hurt you.” Luc’s voice was raspy from all the growling and snarling, but he sounded more or less like himself again.

“You wouldn’t have let them.”

“I need—” Luc looked dazed, out of it.

“What do you need, monster?”

“I need to send a text.”