Soren loved when Gabe let him see his vampire side. It made Soren’s own inner vamp delight to see their mate in all his beastly glory.
He deserved a reward—so brave tonight, trying something new.
Soren took that thick cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking Gabe down easily. He let himself be messy with it, using his tongue and spit to coax the most delicious sounds out of his mate.
“F-Fuck, brat. So good. Suck me.Please.”
Soren loved that “please.”
It was too much to bear. The feel of Gabe’s cock in his mouth, those deep, breathy moans. Soren unzipped his leather pants blindly, wrapping a hand around his own aching cock.
Gabe groaned. “Are you touching yourself? Fuck. Fuck. Too hot. Gonna—”
Soren hummed in delight as Gabe’s cock jerked in his mouth, his hot release spurting down Soren’s throat. Soren jerked himself frantically as he swallowed every drop.
“Let me see.” Gabe’s voice was gruff. Wrecked.
Soren released Gabe’s spent cock from his mouth and leaned back onto his knees, graciously allowing Gabe to watch him finish himself off, his mate’s black eyes burning with intensity.
“Look at you, brat. So fucking beautiful.”
Soren keened as he erupted, his cum flowing into his fist, lightning running up his spine.
Gabe allowed him only a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling him up by the wrist, bringing Soren’s hand to his mouth and licking the cum from his fingers. Soren tucked his head into Gabe’s chest, letting the last shudders run through him as his mate devoured his release.
Gabe was always animalistic in his vampire form.
Soren loved it.
Eventually, every drop of cum licked clean, Gabe shifted back to his human face. “I thought I’d get to fuck you in this storage room,” he said, a petulant note to his voice.
“Aw, poor baby,” Soren crooned, taking back his hand and straightening up his clothes. “You can fuck me when we get home, Highness. In our large, comfy bed. Maybe I’ll even let you sleep with that big cock inside me. Would you like that?”
Gabe’s groan was pained. Hedidlike that, apparently. It was something Soren had been wanting to try, with how much his mate liked to be touching as much as possible at all times.
“You were so hot with our friend earlier,” Gabe said, tucking a piece of Soren’s now-mussed hair behind his ear. “I could almost see myself as a voyeur. If the thought of someone else inside you didn’t make me want to rip off limbs.”
Soren giggled. “How aggressive of you, Highness.”
“As if you don’t feel the same way.”
Oh, he had no idea.
“Show me,” Soren demanded.
Gabe raised his left hand, the ring there glinting under the fluorescent lights. Soren smirked at the sight, full of satisfaction. Gabe raised a brow at him in challenge, and Soren lifted his own hand.
“Beautiful,” Gabe sighed.
Of course Soren’s ring was beautiful. He’d picked it out himself. A gold band with the tiniest of diamonds embedded around the whole thing. Like a circle of stars. Subtle but lovely.
Soren lifted his arms in a stretch, loose and sated. “We’ll have to do this again, Highness. In Europe, I think. I want to see you feeding off a big, strong Italian man. You’d be like a matching set.”
Gabe laughed. “Are you accessorizing me with our meals now?”
“I think you’d like Italy.”
Gabe unlocked the door before holding it open like a perfect gentleman. “I don’t care where we go, brat, as long as it’s with you.”
