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Soren

S oren fucking loved the modern world. The freeness with which humans were now able to live and love and fuck whomever and however they liked.

It wasn’t perfect, obviously. Prejudices still existed, and people still suffered for their own desires in a multitude of unfair ways, but it was miles away from the uptight eras of the past. Soren had hated the fifties in particular. A goddamn terrible decade, in his less-than-humble opinion.

He eyed the gyrating bodies through the flashing lights of the club. He was watching one couple more than the others, a particularly attractive pair of men who were grinding up against each other. He reveled in the blatant lust radiating off of them.

Soren didn’t want them, not really. He didn’t want to take them home and play with them in tandem in the way he might have in the past.

But he liked watching them.

He tore his eyes away and searched the crowd for the one he did want.

There.

Gabe was squeezing his way through the pulsing bodies on the dance floor, a beer in one hand and a cocktail in the other. Soren drank in the delectable sight of him.

He had let Soren dress him. The human had grumbled against it, of course, but in the end, he’d complied beautifully anyway.

And Soren had shown such restraint, really.

He’d kept it simple, decking Gabe out in a pair of tight black jeans and an even tighter black T-shirt, putting Gabe’s golden skin and lickable muscles on delicious display. The black set off the human’s dark curls, which he’d let Soren put a little gel in, slicking them back from his face.

Soren’s cock twitched as he admired his sartorial work. The human looked like walking sex.

As did Soren, obviously. He’d decided to play into the drama of the night—the night where Gabe was going to let Soren bite him—and was wearing tight leather pants with a sheer baby-blue long-sleeved top. A dash of black eyeliner set off his pale-blue eyes, making them practically glow.

Gabe had swallowed hard at the sight of him, and Soren had been tempted to forgo going out at all. To feed at home after feasting on Gabe’s body in…other ways.

Feeding on Gabe. What a fucking concept.

Soren had been stunned at the offer, honestly.

The night before had been a bit of a whirlwind in more than one way.

First there had been Gabe’s unexpected jealousy.

Soren had thought they were backsliding—that Gabe was upset at the thought of Soren, resident monster, drinking the blood of someone he knew.

He’d been tickled pink to realize it was simple jealousy over Gabe thinking Soren had fucked Monroe.

As if Soren would ever have such poor taste.

But the fact that Gabe wanted Soren enough to wish him to forgo not only sleeping with other people but also drinking anyone else’s blood was a heady thing.

It was frankly ridiculous that Soren had even had the restraint to give Gabe a day to think it over.

His inner vamp had been raging, not used to being denied something Soren wanted so very much.

But, watching his handsome human move through the crowd, Soren was starting to think good things came to those who waited.

Gabe finally reached their little table, setting the two drinks down before sliding into the booth next to Soren, both of them facing out to the crowd.

He nodded to the couple Soren had been watching, who were now making out somewhat ferociously, practically humping each other on the dance floor. “Do you know them?”

Soren shook his head, grinning at his human. “No. I just like to watch. ” He put deliberate emphasis on the last word, making it sound as salacious as possible. He kept a careful eye on Gabe’s expression, looking for any signs of disgust or jealousy.

It was one thing for Gabe to be jealous of Soren fucking someone else—after all, Soren didn’t want Gabe fucking anyone else either, as the idea made him positively murderous—but it was another for him to want Soren to act like some kind of monk.

Some kind of angel.

But Gabe just nodded, smiling almost shyly around a sip of his beer. “They’re a beautiful couple. Did you want to go dance?”

Soren arched a brow. “And if I did? You wouldn’t mind us dancing like that? In public?”

Gabe cocked his head, then asked, his deep voice mild, “Tell me, brat. Is tonight supposed to be some kind of…test?”

See? This human, for all his emotional blockheadedness, was way too perceptive for his own good.

Because Soren had to admit, if only to himself, that bringing Gabe here was in some ways a fucked-up kind of test. Soren had deliberately chosen a wild spot, one where public groping and bathroom fucking were the norm.

They’d had to drive over an hour to get there, so it wasn’t like they’d run into anyone Gabe knew, but still…

the atmosphere was a little intense for someone used to a mostly straight lifestyle.

But Gabe had taken it all in stride, holding Soren’s hand on the way in, accepting the male bartender’s flirtations with ease. And now he apparently wanted to dance with Soren, to grind against each other in a very public setting.

Soren fiddled with his glass. This human was making him… feel things. “Well…I’ve been quite… homey with you, up until now. But I like the nightlife too, you know. I like flirting. Dancing. Drinking. Biting .”

He flashed his teeth at Gabe in a not-quite smile.

Gabe smirked, taking another sip of his beer.

“Okay. I knew that about you already. You all right doing those things with me? Because I like all that too. Just haven’t had much time in my adult life to explore them.

First residency. And now, you know, Hyde Park doesn’t have the best nightlife in the world. ”

Gabe scooted a little closer, so the sides of their bodies were touching, and reached over to brush a lock of Soren’s hair behind his ear. Soren did his best not to shiver at the gentle touch.

“And I don’t mind who you flirt with, brat, as long as I get to be the one who takes you home at the end of the night.”

Christ. The human couldn’t just say things like that. They were about to enter dangerously mushy territory.

To hide how touched he was, Soren fisted the front of Gabe’s shirt and pulled him close. “Why wait until the end of the night?”

Soren could feel Gabe’s answering smile as their lips met. He plundered the human’s mouth with his tongue, claiming it all as his territory. And Gabe let him. He moaned, opened wide, and let Soren dominate him however he liked.

He kept doing that . Letting Soren run the show. Letting him play with that beautiful, muscled body in whichever way he pleased.

At this rate, Soren was going to have to keep him.

Soren broke the kiss before he did something stupid like offer himself up on the table. He pushed Gabe out of the booth with both hands and pulled him to the crowded floor. “Dance time, Highness.”

They moved together in a sultry rhythm. Gabe had surprisingly good moves, for a former football player.

They danced with his front to Soren’s back, Gabe’s hands sliding over Soren’s hips, across his stomach.

The touch was so distracting, Soren’s cock firming under his leather pants, that it took him a minute to notice Gabe was maneuvering him slowly over to the hot couple they’d been watching.

The other duo took notice of them right away, taking the hint of their close proximity and bracketing Soren and Gabe with their bodies.

For a few songs, they were all a jumble of writhing limbs.

Soren lost himself to the music, all thoughts and doubts leaving his brain, simply dancing to his heart’s content.

Every now and then, Gabe would catch his eye, grinning broadly.

Who knew the human could be so fun?

Soren decided they needed a break when the dark-haired twink of the pair, who’d been gyrating against Gabe for most of the current song, started running his hands more deliberately over Gabe’s ass.

Soren growled to himself, tugging Gabe out of the other man’s arms, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his human’s ear, “I’m about to break some fingers.”

Gabe shook his head but smiled down at Soren, mouthing an apology to the other couple as Soren pulled him away through the crowd.

Soren was mostly kidding—the other pair had been good dance partners, and he didn’t begrudge a little groping—but he didn’t want anyone getting the idea that Gabe was up for grabs.

He was, most decidedly, not.

Soren could feel his inner vamp itching to stake its claim. He didn’t particularly want to be fucked in this club, but there was something else they could do.

Soren guided Gabe into a dark corner on the other edge of the dance floor, pushing his human up against the wall.

Soren had worked up an appetite.

Gabe gave a dopey smile as Soren backed him into the dark corner. There was a looseness to the bigger man now. It could have been the dancing, or possibly Soren’s human was a little tipsy at this point.

Either way, Soren didn’t mind taking advantage. He had already confirmed on the car ride over that Gabe was still a willing victim.

Soren grinned his shark’s grin as Gabe’s hands landed on his hips, the man’s thumbs sliding just under Soren’s shirt to rub at the tender skin there. “You still want what you offered me last night?” Soren asked in spite of himself.

Look at him, being so good, asking for permission a third time.

Gabe stiffened, his hands gripping Soren’s hips a little tighter. But he didn’t jerk away, instead using his grip on Soren to pull him even closer.

“Yes.” Gabe’s voice was barely audible over the music, but it was steady. “I want you to drink from me.”

Soren rubbed a soothing hand over Gabe’s hard chest. He didn’t scent any fear from his human, only desire built up from all that dancing.

Or maybe the idea of getting bitten turned Gabe on?