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They’d found a place close to Danny’s after all, a tasteful Victorian Gabe had given Soren free rein to decorate as he chose. Soren—absolute saint that he was—had even offered a room up to Jay, but his friend had chosen to try living on his own for the first time in his multiple centuries of existence, renting out an adorable apartment closer to downtown.

Soren shook his head as he opened the passenger side door. “For the thousandth time, I’m not doing that. I refuse to get pulled over by the cops because you can’t handle not being cuddled for five whole minutes.”

Gabe’s turning into a vampire had done absolutely nothing to curb his touch-prone behavior. If anything, it had gotten worse. Soren supposed it was his cross to bear, being mated to a cuddle slut.

He could think of worse things.

Soren led Gabe to sit at the edge of their bed (their much-improved bed, now that they’d moved into a proper house and Soren had gotten his say in the decorating). “Stay in here. Get naked. Close your eyes.”

Gabe smirked at him. “I already know what’s coming. I’m the one that asked for it.”

“Well then, now you know what it felt like to be told ahead of time that you were going to propose to me. No surprises for either of us today.”

Gabe rolled his eyes, only to obediently close them immediately after.

They were celebrating Gabe’s “six-month vampiversary” with a gift of his choosing. (When Soren had told his mate in no uncertain terms that there was no such thing, Gabe had shrugged and said there was now and that he already knew what he wanted for his big day. And Soren had given in immediately, lovesick fool that he was.)

Soren undressed quickly in the bathroom, taking a brief moment to admire himself in the mirror once he added the key…accessory. He slipped back out into their bedroom—opulent yet tasteful,muchimproved from the one in Gabe’s old, horrid apartment—and struck a pose. “You can open your eyes now, Highness.”

Gabe did, immediately flushing as his gaze landed on Soren. He swallowed hard, seemingly at a loss for words, his thick cock swelling in front of Soren’s eyes. Soren smirked back at him, hands on his hips, enjoying his mate’s undivided attention.

Even if itwasa silly idea, he knew he looked amazing.

Soren was wearing his brown fur coat. The same one he’d worn when he’d first arrived in Hyde Park what felt like an eternity ago. The one Gabe remembered so clearly—apparently with much more fondness than Soren would have imagined—seeing as how, for hisvampiversary, Gabe had requested Soren wear the coat.

Requested that he wearonlythe coat.

Soren watched as Gabe’s eyes traveled slowly over him, taking in every bare inch. He could feel his mate’s desire pulsing through their bond. “Like what you see?” he purred, running a hand over his chest.

Okay, it may have been ridiculous, but Soren was rolling with the whole thing.

Go big or go the fuck home.

Gabe licked his lips, his eyes locked on Soren’s bare legs. “So fucking beautiful, baby.” He let out a slow breath. “I thought that the first time I saw you. That you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. It terrified me, the attraction I felt toward you.”

Soren hummed, stalking closer, his own erection bobbing in front of him, pink and flushed. Gabe slipped his hands under the coat to palm Soren’s bare ass as soon as he was in reach, before hauling him forward onto his lap, Soren’s legs straddling his hips.

“Thank you for my gift,” he murmured, leaning in to capture Soren’s mouth before Soren had a chance to tell him again how ridiculous he was.

Soren made up for the lost opportunity by plundering his mate’s mouth, licking into it with abandon while grinding his ass against Gabe’s cock. The thick head teased at his hole, notching against it and then sliding away with his next movement.

Gabe ended the kiss well before Soren was ready, ignoring Soren’s whine of protest.

“No, baby. Not like this.” He flipped them, dropping Soren onto his back on the bed, Gabe’s muscular body hovering over him. “It’s my day. I get to be sweet with you.”

Soren smirked up at him. He supposed he could handle that. It was easy, with Gabe, to let himself give in to sweetness. Soren’s mate had shown him over and over again that he loved all sides of him. Bratty. Wild. Domestic. Sweet. Gabe liked it all and didn’t value Soren any less for any of it.

So if he wanted to worship Soren for his special day, then Soren would allow it.

Soren expected Gabe to remove the coat, but Gabe only pushed it open further, exposing more of Soren’s body to his heated gaze. He then proceeded to kiss and lick every inch of skin he could find, sucking gently on Soren’s nipples, tracing his ribs with his tongue. Every touch sent licks of pleasure dancing up Soren’s spine. He was embarrassed to be panting and trembling in less than a minute, his hard cock aching, flushed and leaking over his stomach.

It didn’t help that Gabe kept calling him beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect. Over and over again, murmuring his sweet nonsense words. He lingered over the insides of Soren’s thighs, licking and sucking marks that faded in an instant.

“I fucking love your skin here,” Gabe murmured. “Like the finest silk.”

Soren’s only answer was a stuttered moan. This was becoming torture, this slow seduction. He wanted Gabe’s mouth on his cock. Orhismouth on Gabe’s cock. Or Gabe’s cock inside him.

Any or all of the above would do.

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