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“Don’t you dare guilt him for that.” Jamie pointed an accusing finger at him. “Find another subject to take your friendship beef out on. I chose this.”

Roman rose gracefully from his seat. “I think you two might deserve each other.”

“Damn straight.” Jamie punctuated his statement with a sharp nod. “Now leave, please. I jumped through your blood bag hoops. I want to be with my mate now.”

Roman left the room on silent feet, snapping his teeth at Jamie’s outstretched finger on his way out.

Jamie slammed the door on him.

And then Luc was alone with his flower.

He drank in the sight. Jamie looked no different. He was still so beautiful, freshly showered, his dark-green hair hanging in damp strands around his face, He was so strong. Vibrant. And still, somehow, so very alive .

Luc breathed him in. There was a new metallic note to Jamie’s cinnamon sweetness, but it did nothing to detract from his delicious scent. If anything, it enhanced the appeal, a new exotic note for Luc to enjoy.

Jamie stalked closer to the bed and shot him a knowing look. “Searching for something to regret?”

Luc swallowed hard, smoothing the sheets around himself, feeling as if he might have regressed back to his semimute state. “I would have—I wanted to— differently —” The words all stuck in his throat.

“Candles? Flowers? Rose petals?” Jamie waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Please.”

He crawled onto the bed, straddling Luc’s hips with languid grace. Luc’s hands drifted to Jamie’s waist, his thumbs finding the soft skin between his mate’s T-shirt and sleep pants.

Jamie’s own hands cradled Luc’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes. “I wanted this, monster. I chose you. I’ll keep choosing you. And now I can do that. I can just keep choosing you. Forever.”

Luc sighed, his heart beating a steady, pounding rhythm in his chest. “Ah, mon amour. Mon humain parfait. Ma fleur du désert.”

Jamie grinned at him, rocking his hips against Luc at his French murmurings, making Luc aware that his cock was achingly hard, as was Jamie’s. When had that happened?

“Oh fuck, monster,” Jamie breathed, his hands moving along Luc’s shoulders, his chest. “Trying to make me horny with your slutty French?” He gave a strained laugh.

“Not necessary. I woke up with this—this need inside me. This need to touch you, to be claimed by you. I’ve got this little part of me now, this—this animalistic being, and all it wants is you.

The only reason I let Danny take me out of this room is because I was afraid I’d start engaging in somnophilia before you could wake up. ”

“Fucking hell ,” Luc groaned as Jamie ground down into him. “I think we can safely say my French is not nearly as slutty as your English, flower.”

“I can’t help it.” Jamie leaned back and started unbuttoning Luc’s jeans with frantic fingers. “Need to be fucked, Luc.”

Would those words ever stop having an electric effect on Luc’s body? His cock jerked against Jamie’s fingers, and he moaned low as Jamie grasped his freed member in his tight grip, pressing kisses along Luc’s jaw, along his neck.

And then Jamie did the last thing Luc expected.

He bit down. Hard .

And he must have had his new fangs out, because his teeth slid through Luc’s skin like soft butter.

Fuck. The bite of pain had Luc’s cock spasming in Jamie’s grip, and desire flooded through him as he heard the enticing sounds of Jamie swallowing down greedy gulps of his blood.

He wanted to see.

Luc tugged at Jamie’s hair, lifting his mate’s head. Blood dripped down Jamie’s chin, those dark eyes fully black now, the most perfect, pearly white fangs peeking out from his red lips.

“Ah, ma fleur . You’re perfect,” Luc whispered, his awe apparent in his voice. “Stunning.”

And he was. Vicious and glorious and every inch of him bound to Luc.

What on earth had Luc been afraid of? That Jamie would crumble under the pressure of his new vampire existence? Of course he wouldn’t. Jamie would thrive. Jamie would own it .

Luc had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.

Jamie cocked a brow, wiping the blood off his chin with the back of his hand. “You like my new look?”

Luc growled playfully in response, flipping them over in the bed, and then Luc’s own monster came gloriously to the surface at his invitation, biting into Jamie’s neck with abandon, filling his mouth with that perfect nectar.

Jamie gave a little happy sigh and wrapped his legs around him, and Luc felt his mate’s pleasure, coursing through him as if it were his own. He lifted his head and claimed Jamie’s mouth, their combined essences flowing over battling tongues and sharp teeth.

He paused at the sound of the front door closing, and Jamie smirked up at him. “I told Danny he and Roman should leave if they didn’t want to hear some truly animalistic fucking.”

Luc laughed, a lightness in his chest he was still learning to bear. “You didn’t.”

Jamie’s face transformed back to his human visage, his brown eyes pleading. “I meant what I said. I need it, Luc. There’s this—this hunger . I need you inside me. I crave it.”

Luc grabbed for the lube in the bedside drawer and made hasty work of opening his mate up, drinking in Jamie’s gasps and whimpers.

Pushing the head of his cock into his mate, Luc wasn’t even aware of his monster receding, but Jamie smirked up at him, biting his lower lip, the devil in his eyes. “I love the green on you.”

Luc sank into him in one smooth motion, groaning at the tight grip of that perfect heat, the firm squeeze of Jamie’s long legs over his hips.

Jamie sighed his approval before digging his heels into Luc’s ass, urging him on. “C’mon, monster. Give it all to me.”

Luc snapped his hips back before plunging in with a sharp thrust, not holding back his strength, no longer worried about breaking the man beneath him. Jamie could take it. He could take anything Luc gave him and dish it back in equal measure.

And his perfect mate did. Circling his hips to meet Luc’s every thrust, crying out, “More. Harder .” Luc reveled in the fingernails dragging along his back, the bloody scores he knew would heal before their cum had even dried.

He flipped Jamie over, pulling him up to his knees, impaling him without mercy, watching the gorgeous sight of his mate’s rim stretching to take his cock.

“Bite me,” Jamie urged, arching his back. “Bite me again, Luc.”

Luc bent over him, snarling as his monster came to the surface once more, driving his teeth into his mate’s neck.

Once, he might have been ashamed of this back-and-forth between himself and his monster, the man and the vampire.

But Jamie didn’t mind it. He pleaded for it, craved it.

Jamie accepted all facets of him. He didn’t need Luc to be perfect, composed, moral.

He just needed Luc to want him, to stay by his side.

And Luc had never wanted anything more.

Later, after a blur of blood, cum, sweat, and saliva, they lay on Jamie’s bed, Jamie resting with his head on Luc’s chest, both of them panting in the sticky aftermath.

Luc’s chest rumbled his pleasure as Jamie ran lazy hands along his skin, but the rumble faltered when those gentle strokes turned to his softened cock, Jamie petting it with his slender fingers, coaxing it back into hardness. “What are you doing, hm, flower?”

Jamie laughed softly before clambering over him, straddling his hips once again and lining Luc’s awakened cock back up with his entrance. “Oh, man. How cute of you to think we were done.”

Luc had created a monster.

He was the luckiest vampire in the world.