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Soren’s pale eyes peered into his own. “You’re not ready to know, Highness. Suffice it to say, the beast inside me—the one driven to feed and to fuck—it’s a littlefixatedlately. On one single idiot in particular.”

Gabe’s skin burned. His whole body was on fire. Had Soren really been celibate? Was he really saying what Gabe thought he was saying? This achingly beautiful vampire, this little psycho flirt who could have any man he wanted, only wanted Gabe?

Soren bit his earlobe with blunt teeth, and Gabe groaned, his cock swelling rapidly at the onslaught. “Apologize,” Soren demanded, biting down again.

“I’m sorry,” Gabe panted.

Soren licked around the shell of his ear, soothing the sting. “How will you make it up to me?”

“However you want.” Gabe was putty in his hands.

“I want you to fuck me, Highness.”

Jesus.Gabe was a goner. He was drowning, and Soren was both the water and the life raft.

“Yes,” he managed, leaning forward into the vampire’s hold, pressing his lips to Soren’s.

Whatever Soren wanted, Gabe would give it to him.

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Gabe

Theirtripupthestairs was a fumbling mess of lips and limbs.

Gabe didn’t want to stop kissing Soren for a single moment, only releasing the vampire’s mouth when Soren growled at him impatiently, demanding he start removing his clothes.

Bossy little monster.

The relief Gabe felt at knowing Soren hadn’t hooked up with that sleazeball after all had his hands trembling. Why it mattered so much—why Gabe had turned into such a jealous beast—well, he’d examine all that later. Right now he barely had the brainpower to find his own room. All the blood in his body had traveled down to his hard cock, straining against his pants.

By the time they entered Gabe’s temporary bedroom, they were both naked, their mouths fused once again. Soren bit Gabe’s lower lip with blunt teeth, then broke away to push Gabe onto the bed with firm hands. The little vampire seemed to love manhandling Gabe.

Fuck, why was that so hot?

Gabe had always been the bigger, stronger partner when it came to his hookups. By all appearances, this pairing should be no different, but Soren’s vampire strength turned the tables. It was strangely sexy.

Soren looked so delicate, all lithe angles and petite build. But he was strong enough to do whatever he wanted to Gabe, tomakeGabe do whatever he wanted. And that contrast for some reason had Gabe mindless with lust.

“Lube,” Soren demanded, his hands on his slight hips, his flushed cock jutting out in front of him.

Gabe’s breath caught at the sight. Soren’s dick was just as lovely as the rest of him—long and thin and such a pretty fucking pink. Gabe wanted it back in his mouth, wanted to suck Soren down and work some more of those little whimpers out of him.

But Soren had other plans. The vampire growled with impatience, and Gabe made himself find his words. “My bag. Outside pocket.”

He watched as Soren padded over to Gabe’s duffel bag on light feet, graceful as a house cat.

God, he was beautiful.

All pale skin and toned, slender limbs. A pert ass that bounced lightly as he walked.

And he wantedGabe. Enough to feed on humans without going any further, without looking for sex.

For a whole goddamn year.

Soren approached the bed again after claiming his prize, climbing up onto his knees to straddle Gabe’s hips. Gabe’s cock was hard as stone, bobbing gently above his stomach as he stared up at this little demon who had him by the metaphorical throat.

He watched as Soren poured lube onto his fingers, reaching behind himself with one slicked-up hand. God, he was going to open himself up for Gabe’s cock.

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