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“The vampire’s car. In the little cabinet.”

The glove box, he meant. “And he just offered it up?”

Syrus’s answer was a sly smile. So he’d probably pilfered it. Which was rude and a little pervy, but Luke couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment.

“Luke.” Syrus’s smile shifted into a familiar, hungry stare. “I can comfort you just like this, but you’ll feel even better with my cock inside you.”

It was a crazy thing to say, but crazier still that Luke believed him. Now that they were naked, and Luke was pressed against Syrus’s solid chest, his own dick plumping and his balls nestled in the crook of Syrus’s thick thighs, Luke could feel that was exactly what he needed.

“And you’ll—you’ll tell me what’s going on with me? After?”

“I will.”

Luke let out a breath and shifted forward, making room for Syrus’s lubed finger to circle at his hole. “Less thorough this time,” he ordered shakily. “Just—just get me ready.”

“Of course,” Syrus said easily, like he wasn’t the world’s worst merciless tease when he wanted to be. He caught Luke’s mouth in a kiss, slipping Luke his tongue as deftly as he slipped his finger inside him. It took an embarrassingly short time for Luke to be writhing and whimpering.

He’d never been this desperate, had he? And it had come out of nowhere. He should be…concerned, probably. But it was hard to think serious thoughts when Syrus’s thick fingers were inside him. All Luke could think of was delicious pressure and a cool mouth. And that soft, soft skin. Luke loved how it felt under his hands, the rough growl Syrus made when Luke’s calluses caught on his nipples.

When Syrus withdrew, presumably to add a third finger, Luke wiggled away and grasped Syrus’s rigid cock instead, rising higher on his knees. He lined himself up, bore down, and sat.

Oh God. Fuck, yes. That was it. That stretch. That fullness. Every nerve ending set alight.

“Sweet Luke,” Syrus groaned, nuzzling at Luke’s throat. “You’ve been aching for me.”

He had. He was. But now he could let go. Luke shuddered and wrapped his arms around Syrus’s neck as he gyrated and rocked. There was no finesse to it, no attempt to make it good for both of them. Just getting that cock right where he wanted it, rubbing against that perfect spot over and over again in a desperate grind.

Syrus didn’t seem to mind, judging by the way his fingers dug into Luke’s hips as he bit and sucked at Luke’s neck and shoulders.

Luke didn’t know whether it was the way his cock ground against Syrus’s smooth stomach with every tilt of his hips, or a result of that tension inside him finally snapping, but it was barely any time at all before he came without touching himself, spilling warmth between them with a jagged cry.

Syrus growled into Luke’s skin before pulling Luke even tighter against him, his hips jerking up to fuck Luke through his shuddering orgasm.

It should have been too much, Syrus plunging into him over and over as Luke was spent and oversensitive, but Luke held on, head tucked into Syrus’s neck, and his cock spurted weakly again between them as Syrus filled him with a drawn-out groan.

Floating. Luke was floating somewhere over his body, fucked out and relaxed for the first time in…how long? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but staying exactly like this for as long as he could.

Luke slowly caught his breath and gradually came down to earth as Syrus planted gentle kisses over what were sure to become some truly offensive hickeys.

“Mm. Better, dearest?”

It was. And not just in the sense of having released some physical tension. Luke’s mind was clearer, and his muscles finally felt like they belonged to him again.

And since Luke had never in his life been a sex-crazed maniac who needed a good fucking to think straight, that was…awfully suspicious.

Luke leaned back. “Syrus…”

Syrus used the new space between them to lick at Luke’s collarbone. “Mm?”

“Why do I feel better?”

Syrus lifted his head, his face displaying nothing but heavy-lidded, guileless pleasure. Which was even more suspicious. When was Syrus ever guileless?

“Why, Luke, of course you’ve been unsettled. Our mating dance is half-complete, and I—your protector—was away from your side.” Syrus shifted his hips, his softening cock pulling at Luke’s tender rim. “But now our bodies and souls have reconnected.”

Mating dance. Bodies and…souls?

Luke didn’t know what the hell Syrus was talking about—or what the hell a mating dance even was—but Syrus clearly did. And yet again, he’d been letting Luke walk around half-informed and half-blind. Explaining nothing and then using his goddamn dick as an anxiolytic like that was a normal fucking thing to do.