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Gabe

T heir trip up the stairs was a fumbling mess of lips and limbs.

Gabe didn’t want to stop kissing Soren for a single moment, only releasing the vampire’s mouth when Soren growled at him impatiently, demanding he start removing his clothes.

Bossy little monster.

The relief Gabe felt at knowing Soren hadn’t hooked up with that sleazeball after all had his hands trembling.

Why it mattered so much—why Gabe had turned into such a jealous beast—well, he’d examine all that later.

Right now he barely had the brainpower to find his own room.

All the blood in his body had traveled down to his hard cock, straining against his pants.

By the time they entered Gabe’s temporary bedroom, they were both naked, their mouths fused once again. Soren bit Gabe’s lower lip with blunt teeth, then broke away to push Gabe onto the bed with firm hands. The little vampire seemed to love manhandling Gabe.

Fuck, why was that so hot?

Gabe had always been the bigger, stronger partner when it came to his hookups. By all appearances, this pairing should be no different, but Soren’s vampire strength turned the tables. It was strangely sexy.

Soren looked so delicate, all lithe angles and petite build. But he was strong enough to do whatever he wanted to Gabe, to make Gabe do whatever he wanted. And that contrast for some reason had Gabe mindless with lust.

“Lube,” Soren demanded, his hands on his slight hips, his flushed cock jutting out in front of him.

Gabe’s breath caught at the sight. Soren’s dick was just as lovely as the rest of him—long and thin and such a pretty fucking pink. Gabe wanted it back in his mouth, wanted to suck Soren down and work some more of those little whimpers out of him.

But Soren had other plans. The vampire growled with impatience, and Gabe made himself find his words. “My bag. Outside pocket.”

He watched as Soren padded over to Gabe’s duffel bag on light feet, graceful as a house cat.

God, he was beautiful.

All pale skin and toned, slender limbs. A pert ass that bounced lightly as he walked.

And he wanted Gabe . Enough to feed on humans without going any further, without looking for sex.

For a whole goddamn year.

Soren approached the bed again after claiming his prize, climbing up onto his knees to straddle Gabe’s hips. Gabe’s cock was hard as stone, bobbing gently above his stomach as he stared up at this little demon who had him by the metaphorical throat.

He watched as Soren poured lube onto his fingers, reaching behind himself with one slicked-up hand. God, he was going to open himself up for Gabe’s cock.

So fucking hot.

Gabe wanted to feel him. “Can I do it?” he asked desperately, aching to touch, to get his hands on that perfect ass.

Soren smirked down at him, shaking his head slowly. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Highness,” he taunted. “Accusing me of all sorts of nasty things.”

Gabe flushed, but it was hard to focus on the reprimand. He was mesmerized by the movements of Soren’s arm, the rhythmic motion of it. The little minx was opening himself up while chastising Gabe.

It was fucking hotter than sin.

“I’m sorry,” Gabe said for the second time, needing Soren to know he meant it.

Soren hummed, not giving him anything else. His slender pink cock was flushed and leaking, and Gabe again wanted nothing more than to put his mouth on it.

Maybe Soren would move up and let Gabe suck him down again?

But he had a feeling Soren wouldn’t allow that just now. So Gabe placed his hands ever so gently on the vampire’s thighs instead, gratified when Soren let them stay there. He stroked the smooth skin of Soren’s inner thighs. The vampire’s skin was like silk.

“Why is it you think you have any right to dictate who I sleep with?” Soren demanded, his breath coming in short bursts now as his hand worked behind him.

“I don’t,” Gabe admitted, gazing up helplessly.

Soren arched an eyebrow, the imperious effect only slightly ruined by the desperate movements of his hips, thrusting in time with his hand’s movements.

“I just—the thought of you with someone else…,” Gabe started, but he didn’t know how to end the statement.

“You don’t like it,” Soren finished for him.

“I hate it,” Gabe bit out. “I wanted to strangle Monroe.”

Soren grinned at him, his hand and hips stilling. When had that manic grin stopped looking unsettling and instead become sexy as hell?

“Good,” Soren declared, baring his teeth even wider. “Because if I see you with anyone else, I’ll rip their throat out.”

Jesus.

That should have been a statement that made Gabe’s cock soften, not harden even more. He rubbed his hands over Soren’s pale thighs, resisting the urge to palm the vampire’s ass. “I don’t want anyone else,” he reassured.

Soren’s grin changed then. Softened in that way it sometimes did just for Gabe.

He brought his hand forward, and Gabe’s back arched as Soren’s delicate fingers rubbed the excess lube onto Gabe’s cock, readying it for Soren.

And then he was lowering himself, his movements graceful and fluid as ever, even as the thick head of Gabe’s cock breached his hole.

A little demon princeling.

Gabe shut his eyes, trying to keep himself from coming immediately at the sight as Soren’s tight heat enveloped him.

He bit his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as Soren slid down further.

The vampire’s channel was squeezing the life out of Gabe’s cock.

It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

When Soren’s ass was touching Gabe’s thighs, Gabe’s cock bottoming out inside him, Gabe moved his hands from Soren’s thighs to his hips, rubbing his thumbs along the equally silky skin there.

He couldn’t stop touching him.

But he kept his grip light. Soren may have asked Gabe to fuck him, but Gabe was in no doubt of who was running the show.

And Gabe was happy to let him. So fucking happy.

He was rewarded when Soren started to move in an easy rhythm, his hips swiveling every other thrust in a way that made Gabe see stars.

Gabe slammed his head back into the pillow, groaning. “Fuck. Baby.”

Soren giggled. Fucking giggled , the movement jostling him around Gabe’s cock in a way that had Gabe groaning again . “Baby?” Soren questioned, finally calling Gabe out on the pet name that kept escaping every time Soren got his hands on him.

“Fuck. Yes. I don’t know.” Gabe was practically delirious with pleasure. “Baby. Brat. Baby brat.”

Really, this was unfair. Soren was far too coherent.

Gabe flattened his feet on the bed, raising his hips to meet Soren thrust for thrust, gratified when Soren whimpered, leaning forward to dig his fingers into Gabe’s shoulders.

He opened his eyes again, unable to resist the sight of Soren riding him, those pale eyes so close to his. “You’re so fucking beautiful, brat.”

He should be embarrassed by the reverence in his voice, but it was true. He was the most beautiful thing Gabe had ever seen.

Soren responded by increasing the speed of his hips, gripping Gabe’s shoulders harder.

Gabe moved his hands to finally grab that perky ass, pulling Soren flush against him as they ground together.

Pleasure traveled from his cock along his spine, his balls tightening against his body. “Fuck. Gonna come, baby. Gonna come.”

“Not yet,” Soren ordered breathlessly.

Gabe groaned in distress, but his body complied with the order somehow. He didn’t have to wait long, luckily. A few more thrusts and Soren was coming with another whimper, his hot release coating Gabe’s stomach.

“Thank fuck,” Gabe breathed. It took less than a minute for him to follow suit, his vision whiting out as he finished inside Soren, his thighs shaking as his cum filled the little vampire.

Fuck . Jesus fuck.

Gabe had never gone bare with anyone before. Had never wanted the risk. Or the intimacy. But there was something so primal about it, knowing a part of him was left inside Soren. Gabe didn’t want to pull out. He wanted to stay connected in this unbelievably intimate way.

But Soren gave a sigh of satisfaction, lifting himself in one smooth motion off Gabe’s cock, rolling off his body and onto his side. Gabe immediately curled himself around the vampire, tucking Soren’s slight body into his chest.

“I’m not some virgin maiden,” Soren grumbled. “I don’t need a cuddle after every time.”

Gabe knew better now than to be offended. “ I need it,” he said lightly.

And it was true. He seemed to only be able to breathe fully when he was touching some part of Soren.

Soren huffed but obligingly burrowed his head into Gabe’s chest, his warm breath tickling Gabe’s skin. They spent a few minutes like that, Gabe stroking Soren’s back gently, before Soren spoke up. “Why did you think I fucked Monroe?”

Gabe didn’t want that asshole’s name anywhere in their bed, but it was Gabe’s fault for bringing it up in the first place. “Something he said,” he answered, his fingers tracing along the knobs of Soren’s spine. “About you being desperate for it.”

Soren giggled. “That’s just what the compulsion made him remember. I fed on him, nothing else.”

“I know. I believe you.”

But something unpleasant still itched under Gabe’s skin at the thought. “Soren?”

“Mm?” Soren hummed, pressing a kiss to Gabe’s chest.

“You said you fed a week ago.”

“Yes?” Another kiss.

“Then you need to feed again soon?”

Soren raised his head to peer at him. “In the next few days. Why?”

“Would you— I could—” Even though Gabe had started this conversation, he struggled to get to his point. “Would you want to feed…from me?”

It was something Gabe had never thought he’d offer. Something he’d thought he feared. But apparently even stubborn assholes could change.

Soren’s body went still as stone, and his pale eyes darkened. “You’d let me?”

“Um…yes?” Gabe would. He couldn’t remember anymore why he’d once found the idea so disgusting. Blood was something Soren needed. Something essential that Gabe could give him. Something Gabe was realizing he didn’t want Soren getting from anyone else.

Soren gazed at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. “Okay. Yeah. But…not tonight.”

Gabe’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”

Soren tucked his head back into Gabe’s body, directing his words there. “You’re sex-drunk. I’m not sure you know what you’re saying. If you still want to tomorrow, I will.”

Gabe felt something warm unfurl in his chest. Here Gabe was offering himself up on a platter, and Soren was giving him time to back out. Gabe knew he wouldn’t, but the thoughtfulness behind the move had him pulling Soren even closer.

“You and your cuddling,” Soren griped.

But he didn’t pull away.