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“Yeah,” Jamie said, tossing his keys carelessly on a table in the entryway. “It made sense to be close to the bar.”

“Is it that important to you, proximity to watery beer and tacky art?”

Young Jamie didn’t react to the jibe other than to laugh again. “I live with Monique,” he explained. “She owns the bar; she owns the house. And don’t let her hear you call her art tacky. She prefers…eclectic.”

He led Luc into a cozy living room, one clearly decorated for comfort rather than style.

Luc kept his lip from curling but just barely.

Not to his taste at all—all the furniture seemed more or less thrown together haphazardly.

There was even a small fireplace, although Luc couldn’t imagine anyone needing a fire in this heat.

He sat down on the worn couch, smoothing out the cushions before he did so. Jamie crossed over as if to sit next to him, but Luc shook his head, pointing to the overstuffed chair across from him. “There.”

Jamie froze for a moment, then smirked at him as he took a seat. “What? You afraid of little old me?”

“The better question is, Why are you not afraid of me ?”

Jamie leaned forward in his chair. “Why would I be?”

Shock at the young man’s casual attitude made Luc blunter than he would normally be. “You’ve seen my eyes, my fangs. I’m assuming you might even have seen me kill in one of those helpful visions of yours. You called me ‘monster’ before. You’re not wrong. It’s natural for a human to fear a vampire.”

The smile Jamie gave him started slow, a tilting up of the corners, but it grew steadily until he was practically beaming at Luc. “Yeah, you’re a monster,” he agreed easily. “But you’re my monster.”

Luc sucked in a breath, feeling momentarily…unmoored. Who was this strange human, to say such things to him?

Jamie, seemingly satisfied with rendering Luc mute for the moment, leaned back against his seat in a graceful sprawl, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair.

Luc took in the sight with greedy eyes. He had to admit to himself what he hadn’t wanted to the night before, too focused on keeping the monster from tearing right into the delicious-smelling stranger.

Young Jamie was sexy as hell.

He had an underlying androgynous beauty, roughened up by his dyed hair and punk style.

His lips were full and naturally reddened in a distractingly enticing way.

And he wasn’t shy of meeting Luc’s gaze; that was certain.

Those dark eyes were focused on him with an intensity Luc didn’t usually see in mortals.

Luc wanted to eat him up. And we will , his monster crooned. In time.

Luc had no idea why his monster had gone from chomping at the bit with impatience to settling in for a game of cat and mouse, but he had no choice but to be grateful for the reprieve. He still had questions.

“Tell me about the visions,” he ordered.

Jamie cocked his head. “The visions of you or the visions in general?”

“Let’s begin with ‘in general,’ I think.”

Jamie bit that delicious lip again before finally turning his gaze away.

“They started when I was a kid. I had…glimpses. People I hadn’t met.

People I knew doing stuff I’d never seen them doing.

Took me a while to figure out I was seeing stuff that hadn’t happened yet.

Sometimes it was little stuff. Sometimes it was bigger.

I saw— There was—” He broke off, shrugging.

“Anyway, it is what it is. Like I said, it usually happens when I’m asleep. ”

Luc considered pressing him on whatever he’d been about to say but in the end decided to leave it. For now. “And you can tell the difference? Between dream and vision?”

Jamie was tapping the fingers of his right hand against his thigh, a nervous habit Luc had clocked the night before.

“Oh yeah. It’s obvious. I just…know. Not that it does any good.

” He gestured with his chin to the mantle, where there was a photo of him and the bartender, arm in arm.

“Monique and I used to be a lot closer. Then I had a vision of her ex getting into a crash before it happened. I warned her about it, but it was already too late. The whole experience freaked her out a bit. I tend to freak people out a bit, if I let my guard down.”

Luc’s lip curled at the thought. Humans were so goddamn narrow-minded. “She should have been honored ,” he bit out.

Jamie laughed in surprise. “What?”

“You have a gift,” Luc explained. “You’ve been blessed with the Sight. She should have been honored to be the focus of one of your visions.”

Jamie gave him an assessing look. “Some would say it’s a curse. If I can’t change the outcome. I don’t have any actual power, not really.”

Luc waved a hand in the air, dismissing that thought. “It depends how you look at it, I suppose. But I say any ability beyond the norm like that makes you…special. Unique. And who doesn’t want to be unique in this boring, mundane world?”

Jamie didn’t respond, only smiled at him, eyes glowing, like Luc had just done something truly amazing.

Luc cleared his throat. “And your visions of me?”

“Oh, I’ve been having them for years now. Little glimpses. I knew right away we were connected. Bound.” Jamie’s lips parted slightly as he kept staring at Luc with that unnerving intensity. “Was I right about that?”

Luc nodded carefully. Bound they certainly were.

Jamie smiled brightly. “Awesome. Can I suck you off?”

Fucking hell. Luc found himself frozen again, even as his cock filled at the impertinent request. That was the last thing he’d expected to come out of the admittedly peculiar human’s mouth.

That mouth. Luc took it in again. Those red lips, the way Jamie kept biting at them when he wanted to tease. Because that was what he was doing, wasn’t it? Teasing Luc.

You think you can wrestle with the devil and not get burned? Luc wanted to ask. But he kept that question to himself. No need to kill the mood just yet.

Let him taste , the monster whispered. I’ll be good. I’ll behave.

Luc hadn’t heard a promise like that from the monster within for over half a century. So that made it two against one in favor of cock sucking. And in all honesty, it would take a better man than him to turn down an offer such as that. A much, much better man.

Luc gave in, widening his legs in invitation and leaning back against the lumpy couch. Jamie grinned wide and slid off his seat before crossing over the short distance and gliding down onto his knees between Luc’s thighs.

Yesss , Luc’s monster sighed. Come closer, little flower . It wanted Jamie within reach. It wanted him within their grasp always.

But Luc held himself still, afraid if he moved, he’d pounce.

He could hear the blood pumping in Jamie’s veins, and the human’s heart rate accelerated as he slowly—reverently—unzipped Luc’s jeans.

Luc could smell cinnamon all around—from Jamie’s gum, yes, but also under the surface. Jamie’s own intrinsic scent.

Luc wanted to taste it from the source.

But he couldn’t trust himself to taste without going all the way. He’d end up turning the human before the night was out. So Luc clenched his fists at his sides, the very picture of restraint.

Jamie cocked a brow at him as he tugged Luc’s jeans past his hips, Luc lifting slightly to aid him. “Are these silk?” he asked, fingering Luc’s briefs, slender digits brushing against Luc’s thighs.

“Yes,” Luc answered gruffly.

Jamie rubbed his nose over the briefs, against Luc’s bulge, and Luc’s cock hardened completely at the touch.

“So soft,” Jamie murmured before mouthing at the silk, holding Luc’s eyes as he dampened the briefs with his tongue, right at the base of Luc’s cock. “How old are you, by the way?”

“Well over two hundred.”

A chaste kiss against the clothed head, the silk already damp from Luc’s precum. “How many people have you been with?”

“Countless.” Luc exhaled sharply as Jamie nipped his inner thigh.

“I’m extremely jealous. Wanna know how many people I’ve been with?” Jamie taunted.

Luc growled, fingernails digging into his palms. “Not if you want those people to live past the night.”

“Ohh, possessive monster. I like it.”

Luc finally gave in to the urge and released his clenched fists, running his fingers through that jade-colored hair. “You’ll find I’m beyond ordinary possession, my flower. Don’t think to toy with me. I’ll crush any obstacles you put in my way, human or otherwise.”

His warning didn’t have the effect he’d hoped, Jamie’s dark eyes glazing over with lust at his words.

Ah well, he’d tried.

Luc pulled his briefs down impatiently, one hand gripping the thick base of his cock, holding the head up to Jamie’s red lips. “Finish what you started.”

Jamie’s eyes widened at the sight of Luc’s unclothed cock. “A monster in every way, huh?” But he seemed game for the challenge, leaning in to tongue at the fat head before mouthing along the side, humming at the taste.

Luc smirked down at the little tease. “What did I say about toying with me?” He tugged Jamie’s head back and shoved his cock in with one sharp thrust, pressing in until Jamie gagged deliciously.

Luc pulled back immediately, point proven, but his breath caught in surprise when Jamie followed him back down impatiently, taking Luc’s cock in deep again, dark eyes looking up at Luc for approval.

Luc gave it graciously, stroking the man’s hair gently. “You like it a little rough, flower?”

Jamie nodded, humming his agreement around Luc’s cock.

“How dangerous for us both,” Luc murmured. “Relax your throat for me.”

Jamie complied eagerly, and Luc pumped himself in and out, watching the way those dark eyes watered with every thrust. “Such a good boy for me, hm? J’ai trouvé un trésor en ce désert, je pense.”

He didn’t know what compelled him to speak French—his natal tongue he’d been so careful to avoid speaking out loud for so long—in that moment. But he was rewarded when Jamie whimpered around his cock at the sound of it, swallowing hungrily around the head.

Luc grunted at the tight heat massaging his cock. Fuck. He wasn’t going to last. It had been so long since he’d been touched, since he’d had a companion other than his own hand.

He gripped his fingers in that jade hair as his balls drew up tight, groaning long and low as he released into Jamie’s greedy mouth.

His human swallowed every drop.

Luc sighed happily at the sight of it, his muscles relaxed, his monster practically purring. “Perfect, ma fleur. Shall I touch you in turn?”

Jamie shook his head with a small smile, leaning back onto his elbows and placing himself on display.

Luc’s sharp eyes were just able to make out the wet spot on those black jeans.

He hummed in understanding, deeply pleased at the sight.

“Did you come in your pants just from sucking me off? Impatient little creature, aren’t you? ”

Jamie grinned at him easily. “Can’t help it that you’re so fucking hot, monster daddy.”

Luc raised a brow at the moniker, and Jamie laughed in that way he did, throwing his head back.

“Fuck,” he sighed out when he was done. “I need a shower. You coming?”

“I think not,” Luc said, declining the invitation. He needed space to clear his head before he ate this human alive.

Sexy would have been an understatement.

Jamie had been—well, he’d been perfect, on his knees, his eager mouth on Luc’s cock. Absolutely perfect.

His monster rumbled its agreement.

Perfect.