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“I’d like to see Lucien’s eyes, monster. Will you let me?”

He waited for a long, long moment as Luc stared back at him. And then there it was. It barely lasted a second, barely a breath, but it was definitely there. A flash of bright, emerald green.

He hadn’t imagined it, the other day.

Jamie smiled so wide it hurt his face. “Very good, monster. Very, very good.”

Luc shook his head in disbelief, but there was the smallest of smiles gracing his lips. “I can’t always tell if you’re talking to me or to it. You call us both monster.”

Jamie grabbed onto Luc’s shoulders, pulling the vampire on top of him on the bed. “I can’t always tell the difference either. You’re both just…my monster. You wouldn’t be you without that beast inside you. But see? There’s nothing to worry about. You won’t betray me, Luc. You won’t fuck up beyond repair. Your monster wouldn’t let you. He knows who he belongs to.”

This time when Luc took him, he took him like he was something precious. Something unbearably breakable. He devoured Jamie, yes, but as if he was a delicacy. A rarity to be savored, whispering French words of devotion into Jamie’s skin. “Je t’aime. Je t’adore. Ma fleur, mon trésor.”

Jamie let himself be swept away in it, writhing in delight as Luc opened him up first with his tongue, then with his fingers, until he was finally notching the head of his cock against Jamie’s slicked-open rim.

He hooked his legs around Luc’s waist, keening when Luc entered him, raising his hips to meet him thrust for thrust. He bared his neck in invitation, and Luc bit into him like he was a ripe peach. He didn’t gulp down Jamie’s blood this time but sipped gently at his neck. He wasn’t consuming it for food, for substance.

It was about connection—a piece of Jamie for him and him alone.

Jamie’s breath hitched at each rock of Luc’s hips, that tingling pleasure coming at him from two sides: the bite of Luc’s teeth and the thrust of his cock.

He was sofull. Of love. Of happiness.

Of Luc’s fucking monster cock.

But he didn’t want anything holding them back anymore, not even for the sake of sweetness.

Jamie spoke the words he’d practiced into Luc’s ear. “Je t’aime, mon monstre. Pour toujours.”

Luc shuddered above him as the declaration ran through him, and Jamie dug his nails in one long stripe along his back, drawing blood. “Now let go.”

Luc snarled, his face a delicious blend of lust and agony, before yanking Jamie’s hips into a higher angle, sliding his arms up and around Jamie’s shoulders, and driving into him with abandon, adding the perfect bite of pain to Jamie’s pleasure.

“Yes,” Jamie moaned, dragging more welts into his vampire’s skin. “Fuck yes.”

When he felt the telltale signs—the fire pooling in his abdomen, the sparks of fire along his spine—Jamie dug his nails into Luc’s shoulder before latching his mouth onto the newly formed red streaks, tearing with his teeth and letting the taste of copper fill his mouth as his dick jerked between them.

Luc went completely still for a long moment before his hips stuttered one last time and he filled Jamie with a long, low moan.

In the aftermath, Jamie tried to catch his breath as Luc licked at his throat, closing up his bite. Jamie’s own marks were already fading on his vampire’s skin.

Luc raised his head, staring down at him. “Did you truly bite me, flower? Drink my blood?”

Jamie smirked. “I wanted a little taste. It’s not bad.”

Luc huffed a husky laugh before flopping his full weight onto him, forcing the breath out of Jamie and tucking his head into the crook of Jamie’s neck, nosing along the skin there. “I love the way you smell after I take you.”

“Mm. How lovely. Where is everybody, by the way? Were they all just listening in on our fuckfest like a bunch of perverts?”

Luc’s laugh tickled his skin. “A truce was negotiated with the twins. We’re to help them find the feral vampire. For now, Roman and Danny and the little strange one have gone to stay at my hotel room.”

They lay there, Jamie reveling in the warm weight of the bulky vampire on top of him, before Luc spoke again, a rare hesitancy in his voice. “I’m sorry I caused you to doubt my devotion. I could do it now, if you still wish.”

Jamie had a feeling he was witnessing a very rare thing. A true apology from Lucien, self-professed vicious beast.

In response, Jamie found himself yawning before pushing and prodding at his vampire until Luc was flat on his back and Jamie had his head tucked under his stubbled chin, settling in for what he knew was going to be a good fucking sleep. “Not just yet. Let me see my mom first.”

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