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Soren

S oren woke up with an overwhelming feeling of rightness coursing through him. The body under him smelled amazing. Citrus and soap.

Of all the scents in the world, why was this simple one so intoxicating?

They’d almost gotten through the whole second movie before Gabe had fallen asleep.

Soren had considering carrying the larger man upstairs to his room—the benefits of vampire strength—but then Gabe had sighed in his sleep and pulled Soren on top of his reclined body, and Soren had decided right then and there that a night on the couch was just fine for both of them.

He had followed Gabe into sleep not long after. Soren didn’t need as much as the average human, but he hadn’t gotten any at all the past few days. He’d been wandering the city at night while Gabe worked and staying close during the day while Gabe slept.

Soren had been on edge ever since getting that text, but instead of sending him running like it logically should have—like it would have in the past—it had left him feeling…protective.

Protective of his human.

His human.

Soren hadn’t actually planned on seducing Gabe last night.

Hendrick’s text had left him feeling conflicted over his grand seduction.

What was the point, if at any minute, Soren would be forced to run?

But he hadn’t been able to resist touching Gabe.

The human usually had his defenses up so high around Soren.

To see him melt like that from just a simple massage…

The man was clearly touch-starved.

When Gabe had been holding himself so stiffly, Soren had worried their relationship had regressed. That Gabe was afraid of him again.

The thought had hurt more than it should have.

Soren still had very vivid memories of the year before when, finding out what Soren was, Gabe had thrown him out of his hospital room, calling him a monster.

The human had become more accustomed to their kind over the past year—he didn’t have a choice, really, when his only brother had become one of them—but Soren had still worried that underneath it all, Gabe feared him.

That normally wouldn’t bother Soren. He usually took pleasure in frightening big, strong men. The type that would have pushed him around before finding out he was stronger and faster than they would ever be. But, for whatever idiotic reason, he didn’t want Gabe to feel that way.

Probably the same idiotic reason Soren couldn’t seem to leave this town. The same reason he’d been drawn to this man from the moment he’d laid eyes on him. The same reason Soren kept accidentally referring to him as his human.

Not going there.

Soren had been there once before. He’d tried his hand at belonging to someone, and it had caused him nothing but pain. Continued to cause him nothing but pain.

But when Gabe had melted so beautifully under Soren’s touch, he hadn’t been able to resist taking it further. To see just how close Gabe would let him get.

And Soren had gotten very close indeed.

Just thinking about it had him nuzzling deeper into the warm, hard body underneath him. Gabe had his arms wrapped tightly around Soren. As if, even in his sleep, he didn’t want him to get away.

Soren should have felt trapped.

He didn’t.

For reasons beyond just the obvious: that he was ten times stronger than the human and could escape quite easily if he wanted to.

Something hard was poking into Soren’s stomach. He wiggled against it experimentally.

He really should get up. Leave this human alone for good. Continue on his way. He thought about the other two texts he’d received since the first.

Looking for you, my angel.

You know you can’t hide from me.

But the usual fear was blunted; it was hard to stay focused on the bad when the good was so close. When the good smelled so goddamn amazing. Soren didn’t want to get up.

And Soren was an expert in doing exactly what he wanted.

He hadn’t gotten a proper taste last night. Was Gabe’s cock as delicious as the rest of him?

But one night of touching wasn’t blanket permission, so instead of scooting down Gabe’s body, Soren scooted himself up. He nuzzled his nose behind Gabe’s ear, inhaling more of that delicious scent. Gabe stirred beneath him.

“I want to taste you,” Soren whispered into his ear, licking around the rim.

“Hm?” Gabe’s sleepy mumble sent desire shooting through Soren. It was the kind of noise only a lover would hear. Intimate. Soft. Sweet.

He let his fingers trail over the hard ridge of Gabe’s cock through his sweatpants. “Can I taste you, Highness?”

Gabe’s breath hitched and his arms tightened briefly around Soren as he woke up enough to comprehend what Soren wanted. Soren waited breathlessly for Gabe to stiffen, to push Soren off him, but Gabe just nodded, letting out a sleepy affirmative, groaning when Soren nipped his ear with blunt teeth.

Soren should have been embarrassed by how quickly he moved to scramble down Gabe’s body. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He tore Gabe’s sweatpants off, mindful not to rip them. He hadn’t gotten a good look last night, but he’d felt enough to know he’d like what he’d see.

And he was right.

Gabe’s cock was perfect. Hard and thick, with a slight curve that Soren just knew would feel amazing inside him. Gabe didn’t leak as much as Soren did, but there was still a drop of precum on the flushed tip, just waiting for Soren to take a taste.

He darted his tongue out, savoring the burst of salty flavor, humming a little when he felt Gabe’s fingers curling into his hair.

Delicious .

Soren took his time, mapping the size and shape of Gabe’s cock with kittenish licks. Not sucking, not yet. Just feeling his way around with his tongue.

Gabe groaned again, a helpless sound. “You’re killing me, brat.”

Soren grinned. “I know.”

But he’d been waiting a long time to get his hands on this human, and he didn’t want to rush the experience. He licked his way down the shaft to Gabe’s balls, moving to roll one after the other experimentally in his mouth.

Gabe’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Please. Please, Soren.”

Ohh yes . Soren liked that word on Gabe’s tongue.

It left him feeling generous, and he obliged, finally engulfing all of Gabe’s length into his mouth.

Gabe made an incredibly gratifying, strangled sound as Soren’s lips closed around him.

His hips bucked shallowly, and Soren reached a hand up to press on his hard stomach, keeping the man from thrusting into Soren’s mouth.

This was Soren’s show.

And it didn’t take long once Soren got to work. A few minutes of hard, frantic sucking, just this side of rough, and Gabe’s abs were tightening under his hand, the bigger man pleading, “Please, baby. Gonna come. Please. Don’t stop.”

Baby. Gabe had called him that last night. Soren’s stomach swooped again at the sound of it. He doubled down, increasing his pace, and was rewarded with a long, low groan and the salty, bitter taste of Gabe’s cum flooding his mouth.

So. Damned. Delicious.

Soren licked the remains off his lips slowly as he peered up into Gabe’s golden-brown eyes, reveling in the slight trembling of the man’s torso he could feel under his hand. “You’re a quick draw, Highness.”

He watched in delight as Gabe flushed, running a hand over his face in his embarrassment. “I mean, this morning, I, uh, kind of woke up already turned on.”

“Thinking of me, were you?” Soren teased.

Gabe’s flush only deepened, which was answer enough. “And then last night it had, um, been a while?”

Soren was incredibly satisfied to hear that.

He’d had a hunch though. After all, he’d been keeping an awfully careful eye on Gabe’s whereabouts this past year. Especially after Lucien’s attack. So he already knew more or less that Gabe wasn’t exactly dating lately.

Still, the admittance gave him a thrill of pleasure. Soren grabbed at his own cock, painfully hard and leaking copiously.

Gabe reached for his arm. “Let me? Please?”

There was that please again. Soren nodded, hoping the heat in his face wasn’t a sign that he was blushing, because that would have been just…fucking embarrassing.

Humans did not make Soren blush.

He slid himself up Gabe’s legs, giving a small yelp when Gabe’s hands clasped him firmly on the ass, pulling him up to straddle the man’s face.

Soren barely had time to take a breath before Gabe was swallowing his cock down.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped.

Gabe mumbled who the fuck knew what around his cock in response, and the vibrations shot licks of pleasure up Soren’s spine.

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting when it came to reciprocity from this human he’d only seen with women before, but it wasn’t this full-bore, no-holds-barred enthusiasm.

Gabe’s hands were on his hips, his hold firm enough that Soren felt secure but loose enough that Soren could find his own rhythm, fucking gently into Gabe’s mouth.

When Gabe nodded in approval, hollowing his cheeks and gazing up at Soren with soft eyes, Soren started moving his hips with more force.

“Tap my hip if you need me to let up,” Soren ordered, his voice hoarse.

Gabe’s fingers only gripped his hips more tightly. Christ.

Soren lost himself to the pleasure of fucking Gabe’s mouth, holding his heavy lids open so he could take in the sight of Gabe’s full lips stretched around Soren’s cock. It was a heady thing, having this big, strong man at his mercy.

When he felt himself getting close, his thighs trembling and his insides quivering, Soren slid himself out of Gabe’s grasp, grabbing his spit-slick cock and leaning down to claim Gabe’s lips, licking his own taste out of the human’s mouth.

He tasted so sweet underneath.

Soren devoured Gabe’s mouth, sucking his tongue and nipping his lips, his hand moving furiously on his cock until he was spurting his release onto Gabe’s chest, moaning helplessly into their kiss.

Gabe groaned and huffed a laugh, breaking away after Soren was fully spent. “You have a thing for covering me in your cum, don’t you?”