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“No time for grab ass. Hop up before someone sees us.”

Luc let out a forlorn sigh, reluctantly releasing those fleshy globes, and he was down on the other side of the fence in an instant, holding his arms up to catch his mate. Jamie laughed in delight and scrambled up over the top before hopping down neatly without Luc’s assistance. He stuck his tongue out as part of his dismount. “Show-off,” he accused.

“Why are we here?” Luc asked, wrinkling his nose as the chlorine smell grew even stronger.

“This was our old neighborhood pool. We used to live on this block. Had a key and everything. Now sometimes I hop over and take a dip anyway, when it’s empty.”

“And if someone comes?” Luc asked, more curious than concerned. Human laws and customs were more or less irrelevant to him, especially those regarding something as mundane as trespassing.

Jamie shrugged, meandering over to the edge of the pool. It was a surprisingly decent size, the water a bright, unnatural blue in the twilight, with a lined area for swimming laps. “We act like we belong. Who’s to say we don’t have a key still? That’s the secret to fitting in anywhere, really.”

The old phrase “fake it till you make it” ran through Luc’s mind. That was what Jamie had been doing with him whenever they went out in public. The jokes about cosplay, the body modification explanations. He acted like Luc was—well, notnormalper se, but not paranormal either—and the humans around them took it at face value.

Luc was torn from his thoughts by the sight of his mate stripping down to his underwear, his beautiful, slim chest and long limbs looking absolutely golden in the fading light. “We’re swimming right this moment?”

Jamie tossed his clothes in a messy heap. “Psh. Of course. Why else would we come here?”

Why else indeed?

Then Jamie ran up to the edge and jumped into the pool with his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them.

Cannonballwas the term, Luc believed.

He smirked at his mate’s antics, then shrugged and followed suit, disrobing to his silk underwear, briefly mourning the damage they’d undergo from the chlorine. Ah well. He’d buy himself more.

Luc dove in with barely a splash, gliding under the water for a long stretch before surfacing. He didn’t get overheated the way humans did, but he could still appreciate the pleasurable feel of the cool water on his skin.

He did some easy laps while Jamie swam playful little circles around him, twisting and undulating in the water like some kind of river otter. When Luc paused at one end of the pool, Jamie joined him, wrapping his arms around Luc’s neck and encircling his hips with his legs.

Luc ran his fingers through Jamie’s wet strands, giving him a sorrowful look. “I hate to tell you, flower, but the chlorine seems to have turned your hair green.”

Jamie stared at him for several long seconds before he burst out laughing, head flung back with the force of his amusement. “Did you just make ajoke? Like a real, honest-to-Godjoke?”

Luc supposed he had. It was so easy to feel playful with this human. To feel light and buoyant with his flower there, keeping the darkness at bay.

Jamie gave a last little chuckle, then leaned his head back more fully, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. “A cigarette would make this absolutely perfect right now.”

“No,” Luc ordered, giving his mate a swat on the ass in remonstration.

“Oh my god, not this again.”

“You’re still mortal,” Luc scolded. “They’re bad for you.”

“I have an oral fixation though,” Jamie teased, biting at his red lower lip and grinding suggestively against Luc. “I really need something to do with my mouth.”

“You can suck on my tongue like a good boy.”

Jamie huffed playfully. “Being a good boy is boring. I’d rather suck on other things.” He made as if to unwrap his legs from Luc’s hips and move downward, but Luc grabbed onto him, pulling him closer instead.

“In this disease-ridden cesspool? I think not.” Luc wouldn’t risk giving him any sort of infection. Wasn’t that how humans got strep throat? “And are you so sure you don’t want it the other way around? My lips aroundyourcock? I recall you being rather…dominant…just a handful of hours ago.”

Jamie squirmed against him at the mention of it, his already hard cock brushing against Luc’s rapidly filling erection. “Don’t remind me. That was so fucking hot. I can’t believe I lasted more than two whole seconds.” He wrapped his arms tighter against Luc’s neck, pulling him in to whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry, Monster Daddy, I still crave being filled up by you.”

Fucking hell.

Luc’s cock throbbed at the little minx’s words, and Jamie teased him with another swivel of his hips, tilting his neck at the same time. “Bite, please,” he requested, his tone suspiciously sweet. “If you’re not gonna let me blow you, gimme that vampire aphrodisiac bloodsucking goodness.”

An embarrassing strangled noise made its way out of Luc’s throat, the monster within him writhing in delight at Jamie’s suggestion. His perfect, fearless mate, asking Luc to drink his blood like it was a sexy treat rather than the unavoidable symptom of Luc’s damnation.

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