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Jamie whimpered around Luc’s fingers. His reply was garbled, sloppy. “All yours.”

Luc grunted approvingly, removing both hands and sliding back down Jamie’s body like a fucking serpent. Jamie cried out as Luc engulfed his cock into his hot, wet mouth, inserting a spit-slicked finger into Jamie at the same time.

He was coming in an instant, grabbing at Luc’s thick dark hair as his vision whited out and uncontrollable shudders ran through him, half-aware of the greedy sounds of Luc swallowing down every drop of his cum.

Reality took a minute to solidify.

“Oh fuck,” Jamie groaned, limp and exhausted. “Oh man. I wanted…”

He was supposed to getfuckedtonight, goddamn it.

Luc placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on Jamie’s softening cock. “You wanted what, my sweet? My big cock inside you?”

“Yesss,” Jamie whined, feeling unbelievably put out by the teasing. He’d never considered penetration the be-all and end-all of sex before, but with Luc…Jamie wanted to be filled up with him. He wanted to take his vampire into his body and never let him go.

And now he’d gone and come down his throat instead.

Luc grinned wickedly up at him. “My poor flower.” He tutted. “Did you think plans had changed? You thought I’d be satisfied with just one from you tonight?”

He pressed another soft kiss to Jamie’s hip, and Jamie shuddered in his oversensitive, postorgasmic state.

“You’ll come again,” Luc promised darkly, licking along Jamie’s pelvic bone. “This time, with my cock inside you.” He then shot spryly up to his knees like he hadn’t just spent the better part of an hour taking Jamie apart piece by piece. “Your lube?”

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Luctookinthesight in front of him.

A pretty fucking flower indeed.

Jamie was sprawled underneath him, looking positively detached, his long, slender limbs akimbo. Those gorgeous dark eyes were heavy-lidded and glassy, his lush lashes fanning flushed cheeks with every dazed blink.

He was absolutely covered in love bites—tiny, delicious bruises decorating his tawny skin like jewels—and the scent of his arousal was permeating the air, musky and sweet, with those lovely hints of cinnamon adding an enticement all his own.

Speaking of which. Luc licked his lips, savoring the essence of his mate on his tongue.

Sweet. So very sweet.

Luc’s demon was torn, both wired up with need and absurdly content to have their mate at their mercy. It was shifting restlessly inside while purring at the same time, a strange combination to have battling within him.

Patience, beast, Luc ordered.We’ll be inside him soon enough.

Luc palmed his aching cock, relishing the way Jamie’s gaze latched onto the sight of it. Oh, but he was a cock-hungry young thing.

Jamie hadplannedthis, the tricky little human. Playing sweet, seductive love songs. Sauntering over and declaring his claim. He’d been aiming to get fucked, to have Luc assert his hold over him.

Luc wasn’t even ashamed, rising to the bait so easily.

It would take a much better man than Luc to deny himself such a gift. His destined. His beloved. His mate.

He’d already been teasing himself just as much as Jamie for the past hour. But it was such a delectable type of pain, with Jamie writhing and mewling underneath him, at the mercy of Luc and his attentions. The sweetest type of pain there was.

He repeated his request, forcing Jamie’s attention off his cock. “Your lube, my sweet.”

Jamie licked his lips—even more reddened than usual, looking pouty and swollen and tempting as all hell—and pointed to his bedside table.

Luc made quick work of it, grabbing what he needed and returning in an instant to kneel on the bed over his mate again. “Tell me, flower, how long has it been since you’ve been taken this way?”

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