Writhing under the lights was a lithe, graceful young man with red hair and glow-stick bracelets stacked on his wrist, already giving them both sultry looks through the crowd.
That would do quite nicely.
Soren set their drinks down on a nearby table. They didn’t need them. They had something better coming their way.
He pulled Gabe to the dance floor, the thrill of the hunt humming along his veins. Their new friend seemed delighted by the attention. He immediately started grinding his ass against Gabe’s dick, pulling Soren to his front, making himself the meat in their little dance sandwich.
“You’re lovely.” Soren pitched his voice to carry over the music as he moved his hips in time with the beat.
Little Red grinned widely. “Thank you. You two make an insanely hot couple.”
Soren smirked at him. They were about eye level with his heeled boots on. “I know.”
After a few songs, when they were all feeling nice and limber and loose with one another, Soren steered them to a darker corner of the dance floor. He caught Gabe’s eye first, then their partner’s. “Want to have a little fun, Red?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Placing his hands over Gabe’s on the man’s hips, Soren pressed a soft kiss to that delicate, freckled throat, keeping his gaze firmly on his mate. Gabe was looking back at him with lust in his eyes.
Bloodlust or regular lust? Probably both. Soren grinned against warm skin at the thought.
A thrill ran through him as Gabe’s eyes darkened and his fangs dropped. Soren felt himself mirroring the change.
They bit in at the same time. Gabe’s hands tightened on his own. Their new friend moaned in pleasure, and Soren felt his own cock hardening at the first taste of fresh blood on his lips. Gabe’s desire surged through the bond, enhancing his own.
They had agreed to keep it light, not wanting to take too much at once their first time feeding together. After a few deep, deliciously metallic gulps, Soren squeezed Gabe’s hand, and they released their hold in unison.
Fucking perfect.
Soren surged onto his tiptoes to pull Gabe’s mouth to his over Little Red’s head. He needed to taste his mate.
Their kiss was hot, bloody…fuckingfantastic.
Soren forced himself to release Gabe’s lips and check on the human between them. Little Red was looking dazed and flushed.Soren took hold of his chin and met his moss-green eyes, his inner vamp still at the forefront.
“We felt each other up, shared a few kisses, had oh-so-much fun, and now you’re going to go drink two full glasses of water before you head home.”
“Water,” the man repeated. Then he shook his head, giggled, and gave them a sultry look. “You two arefun. Wow. I’m gonna go hydrate.”
Gabe smirked at Soren as their prey danced away, his fingers brushing the bulge in Soren’s leather pants. “You liked that, brat?”
Soren shot a look at Gabe’s own barely contained erection. “So did you.”
And Soren wanted to take full advantage of that fact.
He tugged Gabe back through the club, back to where he’d seen the entrance to a storage closet. He opened the door to find a wide-eyed employee grabbing napkins. Impatient, Soren flashed black eyes and pushed compulsion into his tone. “Kindly fuck off for the next half hour.”
He locked the door behind the employee before backing Gabe against the wall, loving the way those golden eyes darkened as Soren took control.
One little taste wasn’t enough. Soren dropped to his knees and unzipped Gabe hurriedly.
Gabe gave a long moan of relief as Soren pulled his hard cock out. “These fucking tight-ass jeans you have me in.”
“We can work with it.”
Soren smirked, licking a stripe down the side of Gabe’s cock, reveling in the bigger man’s shudder. He cupped his balls, heavy and taut with desire, and nuzzled into the nest of curls at the base. He took a minute to drink in that heady, musky scent before gazing up at his mate.
Gabe was panting, and—fuck—he was still in vamp mode. That was so hot.
