Page 5 of Only Fangs

He whimpered and pulled the dildo out again, thrusting it back in, fucking himself hard and fast, chasing his climax. His other hand worked his dick, and the pressure inside him mounted, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. In his imagination, Mikael leaned over to bite the side of his throat.

Collin’s entire body tensed as the image tipped him over the edge, his orgasm washing over him and leaving him boneless.

For a moment he just breathed, his heart slowing and returning to normal as he floated back down to earth. Then he reached for the tissues to clean himself up and sat up, throwing away the soiled paper.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, burying his face in his hands.

He was so fucking screwed.

And not in the way he wanted.

Chapter Two

The club was packed to the brim, as it usually was on a Saturday night. The music was loud, and the smell of sweat permeated the air. Mikael loved nights like these, when everyone was out for a good time and he was surrounded by life and noise and excitement.

But instead of mingling with the crowd, he found himself staring down at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with a new message.

Except that it never did.

Collin had left him on read after the last message, and Mikael didn’t understand why.

The man was a mystery to him, and one that he couldn’t stop poking at. Collin tuned in to his streams all the time, and yet, whenever Mikael tried to engage him, he was turned down.

The issue shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did.

He’d never struggled to find willing participants for his streams. Even now, he could go around the club and find someone to bite or fuck or both within the next ten minutes, five, if he really set his mind to it.

He could have anyone, but naturally, it was the one person who resisted his charms that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Collin was gorgeous with his dark blond hair and his pale, freckled skin that would look amazing with bite marks on it, and his reactions on camera when he touched himself were so honest and real, it was impossible for Mikael not to get invested. It was impossible for Mikael not to wonder what would happen if he were the one to touch Collin.

What sounds would Collin make if Mikael’s hands trailed down his sides, his stomach, his thighs? If his fangs grazed his skin?

Would he arch into it, or pull away?

Mikael didn’t know, and it was killing him.

Honestly, if he wasn’t immortal, he’d be dead twice over, waiting for a response from Collin that never came.

“What’s got you scowling at your phone?”

Mikael looked up to see his sire, Mordyn, leaning against the bar next to him, a drink in his hand and an amused glint in his green eyes.

“Nothing,” Mikael said automatically because turning to his sire for help usually created more problems than it solved. Every vampire had their own way of dealing with the boredom that inevitably came with living forever, and Mikael had realized early on that Mordyn seemed to deal with the issue by choosing chaos whenever possible.

But Mordyn had also stuck out his neck for Mikael when it had been Mikael’s turn to ‘choose chaos’ by deciding to start up a streaming channel without consulting their coven’s leader first.

He wasn’t the worst sire a vampire could ask for, all in all.

“I bet it’s a man,” Mordyn said as he slid onto the empty barstool next to Mikael, his voice carrying easily despite the loud music. “Or possibly a woman, though you seem to prefer men on your stream lately, and I’m sure there’s a reason.”

Mikael suppressed a sigh. Some vampires could read thoughts. Mordyn wasn’t one of them, but hecouldreademotions and pick up on the slightest change in mood, and Mikael wasn’t surprised that Mordyn had guessed correctly that Mikael had a guy on his mind.

“It’s nothing important,” he said. “Just another streamer who won’t agree to collaborate with me, no matter how often I ask.”

Mordyn took a sip of his drink–some sort of blood, but what kind, Mikael wasn’t sure. “I can see how that bothers you,” Mordyn said. “But there are plenty of other fish in the sea.” He gestured broadly at the people in the club. “You’ve had wild success with your stream. See those sirens?” He motioned to a table in the corner, where three women were drinking and chatting. “They started a channel recently. They do a bit of singing, a strip tease and then a bit of bondage, and they keep looking your way.”

Mikael glanced at the women, noting the interest in their looks, and then shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m not really feeling a threesome right now.”

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