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  Then she screamed them, and her entire body convulsed. Liquid fire engulfed every spare inch of Jesse's skin, but he fought against it until he saw the almost imperceptible nod of Gideon's head.

  Jesse groaned with relief and turned himself over to every bit of physical and emotional satisfaction that he could. Emma was completely open, channeling her gratification and Gideon's pleasure right into his core. She clenched around him, holding him tightly inside of her, and he felt Gideon jerking hard against her thin skin, sending shivers of electricity through Jesse's shaft. He shuddered once, his muscles taut, his skin pulled too tight, and exploded, his come filling her ass.

  Through the haze enveloping him, he slowly became aware of a large hand stroking his hip. "Thank you," he heard Gideon murmur, and opened his eyes in time to see him brush a kiss across Emma's temple.

  Her sated smile was as satisfying as feeling her contentment rolling through him. "I think you broke me," she teased in a soft, breathless voice.

  Jesse didn't move until he was soft again and slipped out of her easily. He fell back, resting against the couch, feeling like his blood had been replaced with slow-moving syrup. Emma didn't seem to have any intention to move away from Gideon, and Gideon looked quite content where he was. Jesse didn't particularly want to get up either, but he knew it would be a bad idea for everybody to fall asleep on the floor.

  "You should take her to bed," Jesse murmured.

  "Yes," Emma agreed, without lifting her head. "Take me to bed."

  Gideon laughed. "I'm pretty sure Jess means to sleep."

  "I'm not sleepy."

  It would've been more believable if she hadn't yawned as soon as she said it, and Jess smiled as Gideon sat up, scooping her into his arms before rising to his feet. "Just a little nap," Gideon said, carrying her toward the bedroom. "Then we'll break you all over again."

  "Okay," Emma agreed.

  By the time Gideon shouldered the door to the bedroom open, Emma's head rested on his shoulder, and her eyes were closed. He glanced back at Jesse and mouthed, "Don't move," before disappearing inside.

  Closing his eyes, Jesse leaned his head back against the couch. The instruction was unnecessary. He wasn't going anywhere.

  Chapter 19

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  For some reason, it amused the hell out of Gideon that Emma was out cold long before he stretched her out on the bed. Her body was soft and boneless, her skin still a pretty shade of pink, and her thick lashes were dark against her cheeks as she burrowed into the pillows. She rolled naturally onto her side, allowing his gaze to slide over the curve of her hip. Unable to resist, he slipped a hand between her legs, dragging through the fluids coating her inner thighs.

  She was a lovely thing. Surprising. These new changes in their lives were well worth it.

  Jesse's eyes were closed when Gideon stepped back into the living room, but though his breathing was deep, he wasn't asleep. With a half-smile, Gideon crossed to the couch and nudged his leg, waiting until Jesse stirred before speaking.

  "I'm going to make some coffee," he said. "Want some?"

  Jesse rolled his head, stretching his neck and shoulders. "Yeah, I do. Thanks." Bracing himself against the couch, he pushed himself to his feet. Except for a brief misstep, he looked steady.

  Gideon didn't offer a hand to help him as he led the way to the kitchen, though he kept an ear cocked in case Jess ended up needing it. "Emma's probably out for the night," he said as he dug through the cupboards for the coffee and the filters. "So you really didn't cook up this little plan with her?" At the shake of Jesse's head, he added, "Then why was she here tonight?"

  Jesse hesitated before muttering, "I told her to come by." He looked up and added, "I had hoped we'd have something to celebrate tonight."

  The reminder of the disaster at the cemetery had both of them falling silent. As diverting as the interlude with Emma had been, all it had done was taken the edge off Gideon's frustration. He still hated the fact that they'd been thwarted, and worse, caged like animals and forced to watch as the very thing they'd tried to stop took place anyway. On top of that, the mage stealing John's power was even stronger now. It was only going to get harder and harder to stop him in time.

  "It was a good idea. It's not your fault we got ourselves fucked tonight."

  "Maybe not," Jesse said, smiling wryly, "but give me a few minutes, and I can probably think of something I should have done differently."

  He hated when Jess got so hard on himself. He worked harder than anybody Gideon had ever known, and while the self-effacing attitude was endearing some of the time, at others, it made Gideon want to shake him to see the truth.

  "Well, getting Emma here was an excellent idea," Gideon said, focusing on the good. They could deal with John's shit in the morning. Right now, he just wanted to forget for a few more hours. "She's got to work tomorrow, though, right?"

  "Yes, she does. She wanted to spend her day off with us." Jesse sat down at the table. "We'll let her sleep. I'll take her home tomorrow morning on my way to John's."

  He glanced over his shoulder. "You're going to tell him what happened tonight?"

  Jesse lifted his shoulder in a half shrug. "I'm more concerned about leaving him on his own. God knows how weak he'll be after tonight. Plus, we've got to channel John's power back. We can't take this guy now. John's going to help me figure something out, whether he likes it or not."

  Though Gideon made the noises of agreement he knew Jesse needed to hear, inwardly, he groaned. He hated these kinds of jobs. He liked jobs where he killed something and that was the end of it. Jobs that required magic, and specifically magic he had no control over, made him nervous. Too nervous. Hopefully not so nervous that he didn't fuck up whatever Jess was going to need from him.

  "Let's deal with that in the morning," he said, giving voice to his earlier thoughts. "Let's think about more distractions tonight." He shot Jesse a wicked grin. "Like other games we can get Emma to play."

  Jesse returned his grin. "Based on tonight's performance, we can probably get her to play whatever games we like. She's got a lot of...untapped potential, I think. A lot of time to make up for."

  "It'll take some getting used to. She's had her walls up around us for so long, having them down again is a little...overwhelming. Or is that just me?"

  Jesse released a shaky breath. "No, no, it's not just you. Sometimes I don't know how I can take it--too much of a good thing, you know?"

  "Have you asked her to stop?"

  "Oh, no. I want her to be comfortable with who she is around me...around us. I'll adjust." He paused. "I'm starving. Have we got anything to eat?"

  Gideon went to the refrigerator and pulled it open. "Worked up an appetite, huh?"

  "Didn't you?"

  "You already told me not to snack on Emma," he teased.

  "What?" Jesse asked, pretending to be offended. "Aren't I good enough for you any more?"

  "I'm just saying, you offer up a tasty treat like Emma and then tell me fangs off. A vamp could start thinking you're trying to mess with his head."

  Jesse leaned back in his chair casually. "Maybe I am. It's not every day I tell you what is and is not acceptable. I could be getting off on the power trip."

  Gideon leaned against the open fridge door, smirking at him. "Does this mean you're going to find the balls one of these days to ask to fuck me?"

  Jesse arched his brow, his exterior still cool despite the fact Gideon could hear his pulse tapping a sharp staccato. "What if I told you I was going to fuck you?"

  "I'd say it's a very good thing we've been working on making your turnaround time nonexistent."

  Their conversation the day before about the possibility of Jesse fucking Gideon had thrown him for a loop, mostly because he never thought Jesse was interested in that. Of course, if he'd been thinking clearly, he would have realized that Jesse's interest in Emma was more than enough indication of his desire for that sort of contact, but the connection had eluded him. Probably the
same way the possibility had eluded Jesse, too. They had lived in these roles for a while now, and they loved them. But breaking out of them on the odd occasion was more than a good thing. It was wanted. Already, the thought of Jesse's cock in his ass, filling him up and scraping against his prostate, was making Gideon hard.

  Jesse sat up, his spine straight. "Now? I don't want to wake Emma..." He stopped, his brows furrowing like he just realized what he said. "I can be quiet."

  It was hard not to smile. "What happened to being hungry?"

  Jesse stood up, all traces of his earlier lassitude gone. "No sense in eating now if I'm only going to work up an appetite again."

  Gideon glanced down at Jesse's groin. His cock hung heavy against his thigh, semi-hard and rising fast, and his heart was racing out of control. The provocative call of fresh lust seeped from his skin, and the way it combined with Emma's lingering scent was enough to make Gideon close the refrigerator door and stalk over to Jess, stopping when they were just inches apart.

  "You got a problem if I want to ride you?" he asked, reaching down to grasp both cocks in his hand. "I want to watch and see what it does to you."

  Jesse ran his fingers down Gideon's ribs, coming to a rest on his hip. "No," he said, a little breathlessly. He tilted his head and teased Gideon's lips with light kisses. "No, I don't have a problem with that."

  He had a brief thought of what else he could get Jesse to agree to at that moment, but it fled in the face of more of those butterfly caresses that always preceded the harder, more demanding touches Jess couldn't restrain. Gideon squeezed their cocks together, drawing a moan from Jess, and parted his lips to catch the tip of Jesse's tongue.

  That seemed to be the prompt Jesse was waiting for to cup the back of Gideon's neck with his other hand and deepen the kiss. He moved his fingers through Gideon's hair, his hips jerking forward, his shaft sliding against Gideon's slowly. Their tongues and lips battled for several long seconds before Jesse lifted his head, a bright spark in his eyes. "Living room?"

  Gideon chuckled. "Unless you want to wake up Emma the second you get in my ass."

  "No," Jesse said, the protective edge in his voice undeniable. "She needs her sleep. She was so exhausted yesterday." He took a step backward, and Gideon followed without releasing him.

  Rolling his wrist ground their cocks together, pre-come already starting to collect at the slits. "See, now you say it like that, you tempt me to be all contrary," he taunted. "What's in it for me if I agree to the living room?"

  Jesse eyed him like he wasn't sure if Gideon was serious or not. "The same thing is always in it for you, Gideon. Anything you want."

  Baby steps, Gideon decided. Jesse's confusion about the shift in their roles was obvious, and with all the other shifts he'd dealt with in the past few days with Emma, it was probably too much for Gideon to expect he'd want to take any more control than he was. It wasn't that Gideon was eager to be topped or for their relationship to change, but he'd seen how Jesse had reacted to flogging Emma. There was a thrill there for him. And what got Gideon off was seeing Jesse happy. Well. Most of the time.

  With his free hand, Gideon grasped the back of Jesse's neck and pulled his mouth into a hard kiss. "Maybe I'll take you up on that offer for a snack," he murmured when they parted. "When you're balls deep in my ass and about to come."

  Jesse moaned, all of his desire encapsulated with that soft, yet hungry, sound. He gently pried Gideon's fingers from his cock and gripped his hand. "We need to stop talking about it, I think." He began walking again, dragging Gideon along, never taking his eyes from him. "I need to know how that feels...how you feel."

  No more arguing on his part. As soon as they were in the living room, he pressed Jesse to the floor, stretching out atop his long body to devour Jess in a kiss. He tasted of Emma, which only prompted Gideon to sweep his tongue in even deeper, and when Jesse raked nails down his back to cup his ass, Gideon groaned in the back of his throat.

  "It's been a long time since anybody's fucked me." Crawling up Jesse's body, he deliberately let his cock drag across the twitching muscles. He stopped when he was straddling Jesse's shoulders and fisted his cock, pulling it up and out of the way. "I'm going to need more than just lube, I think."

  Jesse ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes dilated. He cupped Gideon's ass with both hands, his arms resting on Gideon's hips, and guided him to his mouth. He ran his tongue from Gideon's balls to his hole, Jesse's grip tightening the closer he got to his destination. By the time Jesse teased Gideon's hole with his hot, wet tongue, he was holding him with surprising strength.

  It was hardly the first time Jess had eaten out his ass. Gideon had woken up more than once with the warm suction of Jesse's mouth on his cock, on his balls, and lower, so the hungry swipes of his tongue across the muscle was not a new experience. It was, however, the first time he had done so with the intent of fucking him afterward, and somehow, that made a world of difference. The thought of that long, pretty cock Gideon had spent so much time stroking and swallowing buried in his tight hole made him struggle not to grind against Jesse's mouth. Heat he had stolen earlier surged anew, and he tightened his grip on his cock until the pain radiated through his lower body.

  He needed to concentrate. Jesse still needed to breathe. As hot as Gideon was to get fucked, they had to take this slow.

  Jesse's mouth disappeared, and Gideon almost protested, until he found Gideon's balls, pulling them between his lips. While he rolled his tongue over Gideon's sac, Jesse's fingers sought out his slick hole. He used one finger first, testing Gideon, tormenting him with a slow slide out and back in again. As the suction on his balls increased, Jesse added a second finger, burying both fingers to the third knuckle.

  "Fuck," Gideon muttered. The urge to reach down and grab Jesse's wrist, to force him to fuck him fast and hard, was almost too much resist. "Another," he said instead. He gritted his teeth as Jesse withdrew his hand, shuddering when he twisted three fingers past the tight muscle.

  Jesse curled the tips of his fingers and brushed against Gideon's prostate with every deliberate thrust. Gideon pushed back against his hand, trying to force more contact. Jesse moaned, his body twisting against the ground. His skin burned Gideon at every point of contact, and Jesse finally tore his mouth away.

  "Now," he rasped. "Need to fuck you now."

  The last thing Gideon wanted was to argue with the command in Jesse's tone. Roughly, he slid back down his lean body, the pre-come dripping from his cock leaving a wet streak in its wake, until he was straddling Jesse's hips again. Reaching behind him, Gideon grasped the hard length he hungered for, pumping it once, then twice before angling it toward his ass. He rose up slightly on his knees to position it at his hole.

  "If you think I can take this slow, you're out of luck," he warned.

  "God, no," Jesse said, angling his hips. "No. Don't take it slow."

  That was all Gideon needed to hear. He sank back on Jesse's cock, the firm length stretching him. Once Jesse was buried in his ass completely, he only paused for a second before rising up until Jesse was almost entirely out of him, then pushed back down again. He was poised to continue the quick rhythm, but he paused, wondering if Jesse's eyes were going to pop right out of his head.

  Leaning forward, Gideon braced his hands on either side of Jesse's head as he dropped a deep, lingering kiss on his mouth. His ass burned from the stretch of being filled, and his muscles screamed for release, but he held firm, swallowing each of Jesse's breaths. He let his features shift in mid-kiss, and the moment the tip of his fangs grazed over Jesse's tongue, he felt the almost violent grip of Jesse's hands on his hips, forcing him to start moving again.

  Jesse didn't hesitate to match Gideon's tempo, his hips rising to meet Gideon every time he came down again, his hands firm on his hips. He didn't break the kiss, his tongue thrashing and sliding against Gideon's fang, only snagging on the sharp edge occasionally. Just enough to make him mad with hunger. Apparently, Jes
se's earlier promise to be silent was forgotten. Even with Gideon's mouth muffling his moans, they were unmistakable.

  "Emma's going to wake up," he warned in between kisses. He shifted the angle of his hips, grunting when Jesse scraped across his prostate. Shocks made his balls tighten. "Though the way this is going, I'm not going to last much longer anyway."

  The moans stopped, to be replaced with sharp pants. "Oh, God...Gideon. Oh, God...oh, God..." The words were rhythmic, wrung from him with each thrust into Gideon's body. He released Gideon's hip and reached for his cock, his fingers curling around Gideon's shaft.

  If Jesse hadn't done it, Gideon would have. He thrust into the hot, sweaty hand, then slammed back onto the hard cock, finding a bruising rhythm that made his head spin. He tore away from Jesse's mouth, meeting those desire-blackened eyes for a split second before turning his head and burying his fangs in the salt-tinged skin. With the first drop of blood on his tongue, Gideon erupted, swallowing down as his come blasted across their bare chests.

  Jesse thrust upward one final time and froze, his body still beneath Gideon except for the rapid jerking of his cock against Gideon's walls. He was silent now, the words and breath lodging in his throat as his blood pulsed against Gideon's tongue. Jesse's hands curled convulsively, his muscles trembling. Mouthful after mouthful of hot blood rolled down his throat, but he never lost track of how much he took, of the steady beat of Jesse's pulse, or the soft moan that came from deep in his lover's chest.

  He retracted his fangs almost delicately, taking it slow in order not to disturb the rolls of pleasure still tumbling over them. The tip of his tongue caught a stray drop of blood seeping from the puncture mark, and when Jesse shivered at the slight contact, Gideon did it again to its mate.

  "Love you," Jesse murmured, sliding his hand up Gideon's back. He sighed softly as Gideon continued to caress him with his tongue, his fingers curling to massage Gideon's neck.