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Soren kissed him then, soft and sweet, in a way he rarely did. He licked gently at Gabe’s lips, coaxing them open, slipping his tongue into Gabe’s mouth. Gabe groaned, leaning into the kiss, unable to keep himself this time from deepening it, licking into Soren’s mouth.

Soren released the kiss first, leaning back with a wicked smile on his face. “You need me to make the first move, Highness?”

Heat burst along Gabe’s skin. It was a form of torture, not reaching out to touch his mate. But he wanted to let Soren lead.

Soren leaned in closer again, his lips a breath away from Gabe’s. “Let me tell you a secret.” Soren lowered his voice to a whisper. “I trust you.”

Gabe let out a slow breath, his whole body tense with the effort to remain still. Soren’s smile softened at the edges, but heat blazed in his eyes. “I trust you to touch me,” he continued. “I trust you to fuck me. I trust you to love me. I know you won’t use your strength against me.”

Gabe was trembling. The power this vampire had over him. “Can I…?”

“Not here.” Soren grabbed his hand, dragging Gabe upright in an instant. “I want to be away from this fucking place.”

“Away from this place” didn’t mean as far away as Gabe had thought. Soren was only moving them to the other side of the lake. They sprinted toward their destination, Soren keeping his hold on Gabe’s hand. The tension in Gabe eased as they ran, his hand in Soren’s, and he couldn’t help but laugh in delight.

It felt amazing to move like this. They were so fuckingfast. Gabe had always used running as an outlet, but he’d never exactly been a speed demon. Now though…

They reached the other side of the lake in mere seconds. It was amazing.

Soren stopped by one of the pine trees on the edge of the shore, pressing Gabe back against the trunk with one hand to his chest. “You should feel very special right now,” he purred, leaning in and licking a stripe along Gabe’s neck. “I don’t usually abide sex innature.” He lifted his head and wrinkled his nose in distaste. “But I’ll make an exception for you.”

“We don’t have to,” Gabe managed, ignoring the way his hard cock was aching behind his zipper. He’d been fully erect since the moment Soren had kissed him. His new state apparently made him easy as hell. “We could find a motel or something. I can wait.”

Soren smiled at him, the love in his eyes so palpable it took Gabe’s breath away. “I know you can, Highness,” he said. “But your vamp isn’t the only one dying to get its hands on its mate.”

Soren kissed him again. There was no gentleness in it this time. Soren plundered. He claimed. Hetook. He sucked Gabe’s tongue, bit at his lips. Gabe groaned, palming Soren’s ass with needy hands.

Soren broke the kiss. “Take these filthy clothes off me,” he ordered breathlessly.

Gabe complied, hastily undressing first his mate, then himself. Soren attacked his lips again the moment they were both naked.

Gabe’s hands traveled from Soren’s pert ass down to the backs of his thighs. He lifted him easily, wrapping those slender legs around his own hips, reversing them so it was Soren’s back against the tree.

The new presence inside Gabe was vibrating with satisfaction.Thiswas what they needed. Soren, in their arms, wrapped around them. Skin on skin. Touching and being touched.

The smell of smoke and ash was still in the air, but underneath that was Soren’s cool, soothing scent. Gabe breathed it in as best he could without taking his lips off Soren’s, his hard cock rubbing against his mate’s, precum leaking over them both.

Gabe groaned, his hands moving back over Soren’s ass, his fingers dancing along his cleft.

Wait. Fuck.

Gabe released Soren’s mouth, dodging back when Soren tried to reclaim his lips immediately. They were missing some essential items.

“We don’t have any, um. Fuck, we can just—” Gabe looked around them, as if maybe a local lube peddler would pop out from behind one of the trees.

“No,” Soren cut him off with another kiss. “Youwillfuck me, Highness. I need you inside me. Now. Immediately. Fuckingyesterday.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Gabe said helplessly.

“I can take it,” Soren promised. He tugged at Gabe’s right arm, leaving Gabe to hold him up with one hand. Gabe was strong enough now that it wasn’t even a strain. Soren took Gabe’s index finger into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, laving at Gabe’s digit with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Gabe hissed, his cock jerking.

Once Gabe’s finger was properly soaked with spit, Soren guided Gabe’s hand back to his ass. “Open me up, Highness.”

Gabe moaned, pressing his finger against Soren’s hole, rubbing and circling gently, his breath catching as his digit slipped inside. He took his time with it, watching the different expressions flit across his mate’s beautiful face. Gabe could feel the urgency humming underneath his own skin—the need to claim, to get his cock where it belonged—but it was easy enough to ignore, with Soren looking so damn enticing, rocking against Gabe’s finger.

Soon enough he had two fingers scissoring, and Soren was panting. “Enough,” he ordered breathlessly.

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