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Collin groaned.

How the hell was a boy supposed to say no to that?

He couldn’t. He wanted exactly what Mikael wanted. All of it, everything Mikael was offering. But he couldn’t. “I… You can’t. I…” he stammered, his voice failing him.

“Why not?” Mikael’s eyes narrowed. “Why did you try to hide from me?”

Collin swallowed. “Because I’m not like you. You’ll eat me alive.”

“Oh, I plan to do exactly that.” Mikael grinned, flashing his fangs. “But don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy it too.” He leaned close again until Collin could feel the coolness of his skin and smell the scent of the club air that clung to him. “I won’t hurt you. If you want to stop, you only have to say so,” Mikael whispered, his voice rough as his breath ghosted along the side of Collin’s neck.

Collin shuddered. He wanted this so fucking bad, but it was still a stupid decision.

He knew that.

But when Mikael licked a trail up the side of his throat, Collin couldn’t bring himself to protest. He tilted his head back, letting himself sink into this fantasy. Letting go of all rational thought and just feeling, giving himself permission to enjoy everysensation, no matter how dangerous. Mikael’s hands settled on Collin’s waist, and his thumbs rubbed slow, soothing circles against Collin’s skin as his fangs scraped against the tender skin of Collin’s throat, sending tingles through Collin’s entire body.

Collin moaned, and Mikael’s grip on him tightened, fingers digging harder into his hips.

Mikael sucked at Collin’s throat, and his teeth pricked the skin just enough to make Collin’s mind go blank for a second.

“Please,” Collin panted, not even sure what he was begging for. He only knew that his body was on fire and Mikael’s mouth felt so good on him that he never wanted it to stop.

Mikael didn’t keep him waiting. His fangs sank deeper into Collin’s skin, finally drew blood, and Collin cried out as a wave of pleasure rushed through his veins, hot and cold at the same time, and utterly intoxicating. Mikael growled against Collin’s throat, the vibrations sending shivers across every inch of Collin’s skin, and Collin whimpered, grabbing Mikael’s shoulder, clinging to him as the intensity of the sensations overwhelmed him.

His knees felt weak, and his legs trembled, threatening to give out on him at any second.

Collin’s head swam, and for a second, he wondered if he was actually losing consciousness.

He felt drunk, almost delirious with lust. Every nerve in his body sang with desire, and his heart thundered wildly in his chest. He could barely think beyond wanting to be touched, to be fucked senseless, for Mikael to take him in every way imaginable and then some–and to be bitten, over and over again. To be drained dry if necessary to satisfy the burning need coursing through Collin’s veins.

He was never going to say no.

Chapter Six

Mikael couldn’t stop himself. Heknewthat Collin would taste good, butfuck,he’d never expected this. From the instant the first drop of Collin’s blood touched Mikael’s tongue, Mikael’s entire world narrowed down to nothing except for the sweet, addictive flavor of his prey and the soft gasping noises escaping Collin’s throat.

He couldn’t get enough.

The taste of him was like nothing else Mikael had ever experienced, and it made him feel like a fledgling again, like a fresh vampire who couldn’t control his urges. He’d forgotten what it felt like to be so consumed by his thirst, to lose his mind to the need for blood. His fangs itched with hunger, and he could feel himself slipping, falling, giving in to its call.

He drank deeper, drawing more of this delicious liquid into his mouth, swallowing down every single drop. He was vaguely aware that Collin was shaking and that Collin’s grip on him tightened, nails biting into skin as he clung desperately to Mikael, but the knowledge barely even registered. Nothing mattered except this incredible feeling of ecstasy and bliss that filled Mikael’s body. He wanted to drink more, drink forever,and it wasn’t until Collin went limp in his arms that Mikael realized that he’d gone too far.

That Collin couldn’t stay upright.

Mikael pulled back abruptly.

Collin slumped forward, and Mikael caught him before he fell to the ground, holding him up and cradled against his body, staring down at Collin’s face, pale from loss of blood. He wasn’t conscious, and his pulse fluttered dangerously weak in his throat, reminding Mikael of what he’d done. How much he’d taken.

Shit.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He’d gotten so lost in the sensation of drinking Collin’s blood, that he’d completely lost track of everything else and nearly taken Collin’s life.

“No,” he whispered, his throat closing up. This was bad. This was worse than bad. He hadn’t even meant to do it, and it had almost cost Collin’s life. “Fuck…”

Panicking, he picked the boy up in his arms and held him close as he turned on his heels and hurried back into the club.

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