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Kieran was going to shake apart.
    “Yes. Yes, Kieran.” Each word was accompanied by a thrust, a pinch, a bite, each more forceful than the last. Then Lucien cried out, head thrown back, eyes staring blindly as incredible heat filled Kieran and burned inside him.
    His own orgasm hit him only a few seconds later, drawn from him by that long cock and the scent of them on the air.
    Lucien stayed buried deep, mouth sliding over Kieran’s face and dropping hot, soft kisses. “Such heat and passion. I cannot remember the last time I met your equal, Kieran.”
    “Mmm. That’s a good thing.” A very good thing.
    “It is.” Lucien’s voice was still low and husky from passion, his body lowering to rest against Kieran. “Very good.” The words echoed Kieran’s thoughts.
    Eyes closing, he caressed Lucien’s spine. God, yes. Worth listening to bad poetry for.
    *****
    They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, made love just before dawn, and then fallen into an exhausted slumber once more. Now Lucien felt the tug of night falling, pulling him awake.
    It was time to wake, to hunt, to feed, to find a lover to share it with. Of course he didn’t need to hunt; he had a lover with him already.
    Lucien stretched, body sliding against Kieran’s.
    He wanted… he wanted Kieran to join him. He wanted the sexy, lovely man to make love to him, to take him and feed from him, to take as well as to give. The question, of course, remained—was Kieran ready to learn the truth? And what would his reaction be when he did?
    Lucien knew he could take enough blood that Kieran had no choice but to feed in return and seal his fate. Or Lucien could push Kieran into it with his will. But that… well, he preferred seduction to force.
    Humming lightly, Lucien trailed his fingers over Kieran’s arm to the lovely line of his neck. There were Lucien’s bite marks, almost sparking against his fingertips. Kieran moaned and stretched, jaw lifting as the man slowly floated up from sleep.
    Bending close, Lucien used his tongue to lap at the lovely neck, tickling over his mark. To make Kieran his… yes.
    “Mmm. Warm.” Kieran arched, body rubbing up against him, skin so warm and smooth and soft.
    “You could wake like this every night.” Lucien breathed in deeply, the scent of Kieran and sex and blood strong.
    “I’m not supposed to be just waking up this late, lover.” Kieran stretched, toes curling against Lucien’s feet.
    “But if you come with me, this could be your life. Sleeping the day away, waking at dusk. Making love to me.” He wanted to feel Kieran’s prick inside him, filling him with heat even as they feed from each other.
    “I have classes.” They slid and shifted together, Kiernan rocking with him.
    “They’ll find someone else to teach them.” It felt so good, Kieran’s hot body against his own.
    “Yes, but I have to pay my rent.”
    “If you’re enamored of this place, I will buy it for you.” Such little details. For every one Lucien had turned, it was always the little, tiny things that caught them.
    Kieran chuckled, then moaned, the sound deep and needy. “My hero. Kiss me, love.”
    Lucien groaned at Kieran’s words and found the lovely lips with his own, pushing his tongue into Kieran’s mouth. The flavors there were increasingly familiar, an addiction he did not want to be cured of. As he rocked their bodies together, an ache grew in his balls, and in his belly.
    “Lucien.” Kieran slid down, lips exploring slowly all the way down his body—neck and shoulders, nipples and stomach, Kieran’s tongue painting his tattoo with slick heat.
    “Kieran.” A shudder moved through Lucien and his fingers found Kieran’s head, moving through the soft hair, sliding on Kieran’s cheeks. “I want you,” he whispered. “I need you. Now. Tonight. Tomorrow. The next night.”
    “Mmm hmm. I can get behind that. On top of it. Something.”
    He tilted his head back, wanting desperately for Kieran’s teeth to sink