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“Fuck,” Gabe groaned, as Soren dug into a particularly tight spot on his lower back. “Is this part of your vampire magic?”

“No, this is you having more muscles than sense and me being good with my hands.”

Another rush of blood shot to Gabe’s cock at the thought of how else Soren might be good with his hands. He went on the defensive. “I’m notthatbulky. I run a lot.”

Soren hummed. “You’re bulky enough.” The clear appreciation in his voice took any potential sting out of his words.

Soren clearly liked Gabe’s muscles. Gabe liked that Soren liked them.

He didn’t protest as Soren tugged at the bottom of Gabe’s shirt, moving to lift it over his head. “It’s in the way,” the vampire breathed into his ear, sending a shiver down Gabe’s spine.

His shirt removed, Gabe groaned again at the feel of Soren’s hands on his now-bare back. “Your hands are so warm.”

Soren must have heard the unspoken question in his voice. “Another false myth,” he told Gabe. “We only get cold to the touch if we haven’t fed for too long. Shows we’re in the danger zone.”

Gabe struggled to focus on that tidbit of information. It was hard to manage—Soren’s hands were sent from heaven. “You can die that way?”

“No,” Soren started pressing his knuckles along Gabe’s spine. “But we can be severely weakened. End up comatose.”

The conversation should have been the reminder Gabe needed for his hardening cock to go down. That Soren wasother.Not human. A predator.

And one who wouldn’t possibly be sticking around in this town for much longer. He’d been here a year already. Why would Soren possibly want to stay, with the life he’d led so far?

But Gabe was too blissed out to care about anything other than the feel of Soren’s hands on his skin. Those hands that were now drifting down Gabe’s sides, stroking gently rather than kneading. Gabe shivered again, goose bumps erupting on his skin.

Soren hummed behind him, pleased at Gabe’s reaction.

“Feels good.” Gabe’s words were practically slurred.

Jesus, he needed to get a grip.

But before Gabe could collect himself, one of the hands on his side snaked around to the front. Gabe held still, hardly breathing as delicate fingers just barely cupped his now rock-hard cock.

His body felt hot. “It’s a natural reaction,” he grunted, not sure whether he wanted to push that hand away or press it down harder against himself.

“Oh, very natural.” Soren’s hand didn’t move, and Gabe shivered again as the vampire’s nose nuzzled behind his ear.

Fuck.

Gabe had never been this sensitive to another person’s touch before. Had never been driven to this state by a few simple touches and a hand on his clothed cock.

He should put a stop to this. Now, before things went any further. There were a million and one reasons this was a bad idea.

But then Soren was shimmying his body forward to press himself even more firmly against Gabe’s back, and Gabe felt the outline of Soren’s own hard cock pressing against him.

The immense satisfaction that Soren was just as turned on by him as he was by Soren momentarily stunned him, and Gabe didn’t protest as Soren’s hand dipped beneath his sweats, under the waistband of his boxers, to wrap itself around his cock. The feel of Soren’s hot hand on his bare skin had Gabe moaning softly before he could stop himself.

He hadn’t been touched this way in so long.

Soren pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck. “Let me make you feel good, Highness?”

The hint of vulnerability in Soren’s voice was the final push in melting Gabe’s reservations. He found himself nodding, opening his legs wider before leaning his head back against Soren’s shoulder. “Yeah, okay. Please, Soren. More.”

Soren growled softly before complying, his delicate hand grasping Gabe’s cock with a firmer hold. And then he was stroking Gabe with an expertise that was almost alarming.

That’s what comes from hundreds of years of sexual experience.Gabe pushed the unfair thought from his mind. He wasn’t exactly a virgin himself. And as Soren’s hand twisted around his cock, the vampire’s pale thumb circling the drops of precum beading around the head, Gabe found himself thankful for every bit of experience that was helping Soren make Gabe feelso damn good.

Gabe let his full weight fall back against him, giving in to the blissful sensation. “I don’t care what you say. Your handsarefucking magical, brat.”

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