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Soren arched a brow. “And if I did? You wouldn’t mind us dancing like that? In public?”

Gabe cocked his head, then asked, his deep voice mild, “Tell me, brat. Is tonight supposed to be some kind of…test?”

See? This human, for all his emotional blockheadedness, was way too perceptive for his own good.

Because Soren had to admit, if only to himself, that bringing Gabe here was in some ways a fucked-up kind of test. Soren had deliberately chosen a wild spot, one where public groping and bathroom fucking were the norm. They’d had to drive over an hour to get there, so it wasn’t like they’d run into anyone Gabe knew, but still…the atmosphere was a little intense for someone used to a mostly straight lifestyle.

But Gabe had taken it all in stride, holding Soren’s hand on the way in, accepting the male bartender’s flirtations with ease. And now he apparently wanted to dance with Soren, to grind against each other in a very public setting.

Soren fiddled with his glass. This human was making him…feelthings. “Well…I’ve been quite…homeywith you, up until now. But I like the nightlife too, you know. I like flirting. Dancing. Drinking.Biting.”

He flashed his teeth at Gabe in a not-quite smile.

Gabe smirked, taking another sip of his beer. “Okay. I knew that about you already. You all right doing those things with me? Because I like all that too. Just haven’t had much time in my adult life to explore them. First residency. And now, you know, Hyde Park doesn’t have the best nightlife in the world.”

Gabe scooted a little closer, so the sides of their bodies were touching, and reached over to brush a lock of Soren’s hair behind his ear. Soren did his best not to shiver at the gentle touch.

“And I don’t mind who you flirt with, brat, as long as I get to be the one who takes you home at the end of the night.”

Christ.The human couldn’t justsaythings like that. They were about to enter dangerously mushy territory.

To hide how touched he was, Soren fisted the front of Gabe’s shirt and pulled him close. “Why wait until the end of the night?”

Soren could feel Gabe’s answering smile as their lips met. He plundered the human’s mouth with his tongue, claiming it all as his territory. And Gabe let him. He moaned, opened wide, and let Soren dominate him however he liked.

He keptdoing that. Letting Soren run the show. Letting him play with that beautiful, muscled body in whichever way he pleased.

At this rate, Soren was going to have to keep him.

Soren broke the kiss before he did something stupid like offer himself up on the table. He pushed Gabe out of the booth with both hands and pulled him to the crowded floor. “Dance time, Highness.”

They moved together in a sultry rhythm. Gabe had surprisingly good moves, for a former football player. They danced with his front to Soren’s back, Gabe’s hands sliding over Soren’s hips, across his stomach. The touch was so distracting, Soren’s cock firming under his leather pants, that it took him a minute to notice Gabe was maneuvering him slowly over to the hot couple they’d been watching.

The other duo took notice of them right away, taking the hint of their close proximity and bracketing Soren and Gabe with their bodies. For a few songs, they were all a jumble of writhing limbs. Soren lost himself to the music, all thoughts and doubts leaving his brain, simply dancing to his heart’s content. Every now and then, Gabe would catch his eye, grinning broadly.

Who knew the human could be so fun?

Soren decided they needed a break when the dark-haired twink of the pair, who’d been gyrating against Gabe for most of the current song, started running his hands more deliberately over Gabe’s ass.

Soren growled to himself, tugging Gabe out of the other man’s arms, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his human’s ear, “I’m about to break some fingers.”

Gabe shook his head but smiled down at Soren, mouthing an apology to the other couple as Soren pulled him away through the crowd.

Soren was mostly kidding—the other pair had been good dance partners, and he didn’t begrudge a little groping—but he didn’t want anyone getting the idea that Gabe was up for grabs.

He was, most decidedly,not.

Soren could feel his inner vamp itching to stake its claim. He didn’t particularly want to be fucked in this club, but there was something else theycoulddo.

Soren guided Gabe into a dark corner on the other edge of the dance floor, pushing his human up against the wall.

Soren had worked up an appetite.

Gabe gave a dopey smile as Soren backed him into the dark corner. There was a looseness to the bigger man now. It could have been the dancing, or possibly Soren’s human was a little tipsy at this point.

Either way, Soren didn’t mind taking advantage. He had already confirmed on the car ride over that Gabe was still a willing victim.

Soren grinned his shark’s grin as Gabe’s hands landed on his hips, the man’s thumbs sliding just under Soren’s shirt to rub at the tender skin there. “You still want what you offered me last night?” Soren asked in spite of himself.

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