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Soren looked up to frown at him. “Don’t belittle it. Itmeanssomething to me. To feel safe. And don’t put yourself down. You don’t have to be the big, bad protector to be a worthy partner.” Soren grinned his manic grin, and Gabe’s heart lightened just a little to see it again. “I’ve got that part covered.”

Gabe smiled back at him at that, but there was still that nagging doubt. Could he really be an equal partner to Soren as a human?

But what was the alternative? Jump on the vampire train like his brother?Turn?

Soren hadn’t given him any indication that they were anything long-term. And an eternity as an otherworldly creature was the definition of long-term.

Gabe tried to put the thought aside and focus on the vampire in his arms. This was about Soren, not his own insecurities. “What do you need from me right now?”

Soren met his eyes. “Orgasms.”

“I’m being serious, brat.”

“So am I.” Soren reached a hand down to palm Gabe’s cock, which hardened rapidly under even that simple touch. “I want to feel you inside me, Highness. I want to forget the bad memories. I want to feel good. I want to havefun.”

Gabe’s breath hitched as he watched Soren’s eyes darken in arousal. He knew there was more to discuss, but it was a tough offer to pass up. Soren wanted to feel good, and Gabe wanted to make that happen.

He leaned his head down to claim Soren’s lips. Just a gentle, brief caress, a tease of tongues. He was rewarded with the softest, sweetest sigh from his vampire.

“All right, brat.” Gabe’s voice came out husky. “I’ll take you to bed.”

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Soren

Soren’sinitialthoughthadbeen to have Gabe fuck him in the kitchen. For his human to bend him over the counter, or maybe let Soren ride him on one of the kitchen chairs. But then Gabe had kissed him so sweetly, so gently, and before Soren knew it, he’d let himself be led up to the human’s bedroom.

Like this was some kind of…romantic interlude.

It was a far cry from the vampy, bloody sex he’d been imagining earlier in the night, pressed up against each other at the club. But the gentleness of Gabe’s kiss after the shock of thinking he’d seen Hendrick’s face had Soren all sorts of messed up.

Maybe that was why, up in the bedroom, he was still letting Gabe kiss him so fuckingsweetly.

Gabe had both hands cupping Soren’s cheeks, holding his face like he was something precious. He was claiming Soren’s mouth with warm, gentle, openmouthed kisses, and Soren was letting him.

To be fair, Gabe was a fucking dreamy kisser, so Soren couldn’t really be blamed, could he?

Gabe was using his hold on Soren to angle his head the way he wanted, sucking gently on his lips in between smooth, silky strokes of his tongue.

Soren was letting out a whimper before he knew it.

Christ.He needed to breathe. Needed to take control of the situation before he drowned in all this sweetness. He took a step back, pulling his head out of Gabe’s grasp. “Strip,” Soren ordered, panting a little.

Gabe swallowed hard before following his command, pulling his shirt over his head in an instant, revealing all those delicious muscles. Soren rid himself of his own top quickly, pulling off his leather pants next.

Gabe groaned in appreciation, watching him undress. “Those fucking pants,” he muttered.

Soren paused in toeing them off his ankles. “Don’t like them?” he teased.

The heat in Gabe’s eyes could have melted steel. “Like them too fucking much,” he corrected.

As he should. Soren looked amazing in them.

“Grab the lube,” Soren demanded.

He lay down on the bed as Gabe complied, spreading his legs wide and watching in satisfaction as Gabe’s eyes darkened at the sight.

“Open me up,” Soren ordered.

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