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Really, this was unfair. Soren was far too coherent.

Gabe flattened his feet on the bed, raising his hips to meet Soren thrust for thrust, gratified when Soren whimpered, leaning forward to dig his fingers into Gabe’s shoulders.

He opened his eyes again, unable to resist the sight of Soren riding him, those pale eyes so close to his. “You’re so fucking beautiful, brat.”

He should be embarrassed by the reverence in his voice, but it was true. He was the most beautiful thing Gabe had ever seen.

Soren responded by increasing the speed of his hips, gripping Gabe’s shoulders harder. Gabe moved his hands to finally grab that perky ass, pulling Soren flush against him as they ground together. Pleasure traveled from his cock along his spine, his balls tightening against his body. “Fuck. Gonna come, baby. Gonna come.”

“Not yet,” Soren ordered breathlessly.

Gabe groaned in distress, but his body complied with the order somehow. He didn’t have to wait long, luckily. A few more thrusts and Soren was coming with another whimper, his hot release coating Gabe’s stomach.

“Thank fuck,” Gabe breathed. It took less than a minute for him to follow suit, his vision whiting out as he finished inside Soren, his thighs shaking as his cum filled the little vampire.

Fuck.Jesus fuck.

Gabe had never gone bare with anyone before. Had never wanted the risk. Or the intimacy. But there was something so primal about it, knowing a part of him was left inside Soren. Gabe didn’t want to pull out. He wanted to stay connected in this unbelievably intimate way.

But Soren gave a sigh of satisfaction, lifting himself in one smooth motion off Gabe’s cock, rolling off his body and onto his side. Gabe immediately curled himself around the vampire, tucking Soren’s slight body into his chest.

“I’m not some virgin maiden,” Soren grumbled. “I don’t need a cuddle after every time.”

Gabe knew better now than to be offended. “Ineed it,” he said lightly.

And it was true. He seemed to only be able to breathe fully when he was touching some part of Soren.

Soren huffed but obligingly burrowed his head into Gabe’s chest, his warm breath tickling Gabe’s skin. They spent a few minutes like that, Gabe stroking Soren’s back gently, before Soren spoke up. “Why did you think I fucked Monroe?”

Gabe didn’t want that asshole’s name anywhere in their bed, but itwasGabe’s fault for bringing it up in the first place. “Something he said,” he answered, his fingers tracing along the knobs of Soren’s spine. “About you being desperate for it.”

Soren giggled. “That’s just what the compulsion made him remember. I fed on him, nothing else.”

“I know. I believe you.”

But something unpleasant still itched under Gabe’s skin at the thought. “Soren?”

“Mm?” Soren hummed, pressing a kiss to Gabe’s chest.

“You said you fed a week ago.”

“Yes?” Another kiss.

“Then you need to feed again soon?”

Soren raised his head to peer at him. “In the next few days. Why?”

“Would you— I could—” Even though Gabe had started this conversation, he struggled to get to his point. “Would you want to feed…from me?”

It was something Gabe had never thought he’d offer. Something he’d thought he feared. But apparently even stubborn assholes could change.

Soren’s body went still as stone, and his pale eyes darkened. “You’d let me?”

“Um…yes?” Gabe would. He couldn’t remember anymore why he’d once found the idea so disgusting. Blood was something Soren needed. Something essential that Gabe could give him. Something Gabe was realizing he didn’t want Soren getting from anyone else.

Soren gazed at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. “Okay. Yeah. But…not tonight.”

Gabe’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”

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