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So fucking hot.

Gabe wanted to feel him. “Can I do it?” he asked desperately, aching to touch, to get his hands on that perfect ass.

Soren smirked down at him, shaking his head slowly. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Highness,” he taunted. “Accusing me of all sorts of nasty things.”

Gabe flushed, but it was hard to focus on the reprimand. He was mesmerized by the movements of Soren’s arm, the rhythmic motion of it. The little minx was opening himself upwhilechastising Gabe.

It was fucking hotter than sin.

“I’m sorry,” Gabe said for the second time, needing Soren to know he meant it.

Soren hummed, not giving him anything else. His slender pink cock was flushed and leaking, and Gabe again wanted nothing more than to put his mouth on it.

Maybe Soren would move up and let Gabe suck him down again?

But he had a feeling Soren wouldn’t allow that just now. So Gabe placed his hands ever so gently on the vampire’s thighs instead, gratified when Soren let them stay there. He stroked the smooth skin of Soren’s inner thighs. The vampire’s skin was like silk.

“Why is it you think you have any right to dictate who I sleep with?” Soren demanded, his breath coming in short bursts now as his hand worked behind him.

“I don’t,” Gabe admitted, gazing up helplessly.

Soren arched an eyebrow, the imperious effect only slightly ruined by the desperate movements of his hips, thrusting in time with his hand’s movements.

“I just—the thought of you with someone else…,” Gabe started, but he didn’t know how to end the statement.

“You don’t like it,” Soren finished for him.

“I hate it,” Gabe bit out. “I wanted to strangle Monroe.”

Soren grinned at him, his hand and hips stilling. When had that manic grin stopped looking unsettling and instead become sexy as hell?

“Good,” Soren declared, baring his teeth even wider. “Because if I see you with anyone else, I’ll rip their throat out.”

Jesus.

That should have been a statement that made Gabe’s cock soften, not harden even more. He rubbed his hands over Soren’s pale thighs, resisting the urge to palm the vampire’s ass. “I don’t want anyone else,” he reassured.

Soren’s grin changed then. Softened in that way it sometimes did just for Gabe. He brought his hand forward, and Gabe’s back arched as Soren’s delicate fingers rubbed the excess lube onto Gabe’s cock, readying it for Soren. And then he was lowering himself, his movements graceful and fluid as ever, even as the thick head of Gabe’s cock breached his hole.

A little demon princeling.

Gabe shut his eyes, trying to keep himself from coming immediately at the sight as Soren’s tight heat enveloped him. He bit his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as Soren slid down further. The vampire’s channel was squeezing the life out of Gabe’s cock. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

When Soren’s ass was touching Gabe’s thighs, Gabe’s cock bottoming out inside him, Gabe moved his hands from Soren’s thighs to his hips, rubbing his thumbs along the equally silky skin there.

He couldn’t stop touching him.

But he kept his grip light. Soren may have asked Gabe to fuck him, but Gabe was in no doubt of who was running the show.

And Gabe was happy to let him. So fucking happy.

He was rewarded when Soren started to move in an easy rhythm, his hips swiveling every other thrust in a way that made Gabe see stars.

Gabe slammed his head back into the pillow, groaning. “Fuck. Baby.”

Soren giggled. Fuckinggiggled, the movement jostling him around Gabe’s cock in a way that had Gabe groaning again.“Baby?” Soren questioned, finally calling Gabe out on the pet name that kept escaping every time Soren got his hands on him.

“Fuck. Yes. I don’t know.” Gabe was practically delirious with pleasure. “Baby. Brat. Baby brat.”

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