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He blinks out of his trance and frowns. “Was it bad? Did you not like it?”

“Oh, I liked it too much. I have other things I want to do.”

He beams up at me, those lips still shining and swollen. “Really? So…it was okay? I don’t know what I was⁠—”

I press a finger against his lips to silence him. “It was so fucking good I was ready to fill your throat, but I don’t want to come yet. There is nothing you could do that wouldn’t be everything I desired.”

He grins, and that gap between his teeth is more noticeable. It drives me insane when I see it, and in a flash, I have him on his back, hovering over him. The breath is knocked from his lungs, and like the addicted man I am, I inhale so his air can breathe for me.

Our cocks press together, his legs spread wide to accommodate me. His skin against mine has me trembling. I can’t believe I get to feel such magic. Sparks dance on my skin as one hand wraps around my shoulder, the other above his head.

Intertwining our fingers, I pin him in place. “This okay?” Even my words are weak, breaking with nerves across every letter.

“More than okay.” His fingers drift up and down my spine, our gazes locked, the bond vibrating from how nervous we both are.

In a slow thrust, I flex my hips, my cock rubbing against his.

“Oh, my god, Alaska,” he groans, stretching his head back, tempting me with the column of his flawless neck. “Fuck, I didn’t think…I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

We grind against one another, the precome leaks from him in copious amounts, soaking us.

“You’re so goddamn wet,” I growl through my fangs. “How do you expect me to focus when you’re pure temptation? Tell me.” I swoop down, sucking his nipple into my mouth, massaging the other pectoral with my hand.

So muscular, so defined. I love his chest. How did Fate know? How the hell did she know he would be everything I needed and more? How did I not know I wanted this? Wanted him.

No other man would have captured my attention like this. No other could heat my body with just one glance.

No one.

He’s been who I’ve been waiting for in all of my two hundred and forty years. All that time alone, damning myself to isolation, waiting for a real reason to live.

The year 2026 is when I found him, and it will be the beginning of many years to come.

I’ve never been so excited about life before.

He drags his fingers down my biceps, leaving his marks on my skin. They heal right away, but I know they were there, burned into my soul, and that’s all that matters to me.

Leo’s erotic noises sing to me. I haven’t enjoyed music in a few decades, but hearing him whine and cry and mewl for me is a song I will always want to hear.

“Alas-ka,” he stammers my name, ripping his fingers from mine to hook himself onto my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I rock against him as hard as I can, our cocks slippery, the shafts grinding.

I rear back, wanting to see the view Fate gifted me. His thighs are spread wide, his legs wrapping around my waist, so I don’t go too far. An amazing scent floods my nose.

A perfume that has me fighting my primal urges, like flipping him onto his stomach and spreading his cheeks.

I reach between his legs, fondling his sack that’s pulled tight against his body. My fingers drift down, rubbing his hole, and it’s wet. I’m confused because Glenn said I’d need a lot of lube, which I have next to us, but somehow, Leo is creating his own.

“What…what is that?” Leo pants, his hair messy from how I’ve tugged on them.

I bring it to my nose and inhale the sweetest, most delicious scent. I suck my finger into my mouth, my control snapping.

Whatever he’s created has my vampire coming forward.

Fully.

“I don’t know, but you smell so fucking good. Keep your legs spread.”

He nods, sweat glistening on his forehead, his chest rising and falling, and a long, needy whimper has his back bowing.