Fortunately, there were no other scents. No one had been here while he’d been gone. No fledgling, no vampire, hell, no human. Not even a rat.
Well… fortunately, no rats.
“Do you want to, I don’t know, watch a movie while I get a suitcase ready?” Finn asked, nodding at the tablet still poised on his coffee table. His cheeks were an adorable shade of red, somewhere between a ripe strawberry and a rich vermillion. His heart was beating quickly too, and his scent…
I grinned.
Oh, he smelled all sweet and enticing, his scent intensifying, sharpening by the second as I kept staring at him.
“Maybe…” I started, allowing my vampire side to shine through, my vision slowly bleeding red, “we should give your place a proper goodbye.”
Finn’s breathing hitched. His cock plumped behind his jeans, a burst of precum soaking his underwear.
He was so on board with my plan.
I grinned, letting my fangs drop.
Fuck.
His heart skipped a beat, his chest heaving.
Was it a good idea to go full vampire on him? It was a gamble—but it paid off.
“Fuck,” Finn swore, then flew across the room, throwing himself at me at full speed. If I hadn’t been a vampire, we’d be on our way to the ER with matching concussions right about now, but I just steeled myself and caught him, my hands gripping his ass as he wrapped his legs around me.
Wait. Concussion. Yes. I needed to be careful.
So I was.
I carefully carried him over to his bed. And I didn’t throw him on the mattress, no matter how much I ached to.
I was also careful climbing on top of him, making sure I was holding most of my weight.
Even my kisses were careful. Licking at his mouth, playing with his tongue, but always making sure he was still able to breathe freely.
Finn, however, didn’t have the same reservations. He was grabbing me, tugging at my clothes, trying to rip them off me. His hips punched up, his cock pressing against mine, lewd moans spilling over his lips.
“Don’t coddle me,” he demanded, fingers twisting my nipple, sending painful sparks of arousal through my body, right to my dick. “Not here. Not now.”
How could I not?
He was my mate. I’d always consider his needs, always prioritize his well-being, even if he himself didn’t.
Still, I could give him a little more.
A hand around his cock. My mouth on his nipple, my teeth grazing the tight bud until he was writhing beneath me, all but begging me to finally do something.
I wanted to take my time. Wanted to draw this out, to never ever let this moment pass by, but my cock was throbbing, my fangs aching, need building.
I needed to be inside him, needed to have him wrapped around my cock, needed our bodies to fuse until we didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
Lube made its way into my hand. I didn’t know where it came from, but I didn’t care. Just like I didn’t care about Finn’s jeans, as I used a claw to slice through the denim. I’d buy him a new pair. I’d fucking buy him a whole store if he wanted me to.
“Why is that so hot?” Finn moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as his hips thrust up in the air, cock straining against the tight confines of his briefs. “You destroying my clothes shouldn’t be so hot.”
“Shouldn’t it?” I asked innocently as I hooked my clawed forefinger into the rim of his briefs, pulling the fabric off his skin, raising an eyebrow at Finn. I could cut his underwear off him, too.
Fuck, I wanted to cut it off him. Wanted to rip it apart, shred it all to pieces, so I could finally see all of him.
