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  Jesse was perfectly fine with most of that speech. He wanted Gideon to fuck him, and he wanted Gideon to bite him, and he didn’t want to argue, hesitate, or stop. But sharing? Actually letting other vampires touch him, and fuck him, and even feed off him? Jesse hadn’t been prepared for that, and his brain seemed to short-circuit at the very idea. Gideon wouldn’t let anybody hurt him, he firmly believed that, but how could he hang on to any sense of self, how could he continue working to fight and kill vampires, if he spent his spare time as some sort of vampire whore?

  But it was Gideon’s business—in every sense of the word. And if Gideon didn’t see it as a problem, and if Gideon was going to protect him, and take him home, and if he was Gideon’s, then he would push those thoughts out of his mind.

  “Yes, I do,” Jesse answered clearly.

  Gideon nipped at his earlobe with blunt teeth, sending a fresh shiver straight to Jesse’s cock. “That’s my boy,” he murmured. “Now let’s go have fun.”

  Jess trailed after Gideon as he led them away from the bar and toward one of the few unoccupied couches. Gideon lounged against its plush cushions, dropping the leash for the first time since entering the club, and stretched his arms across the sofa’s back.

  “Strip,” he ordered in no uncertain tone.

  Jesse looked around. They were already attracting curious glances, and soon the vampires, like sharks, would be surrounding him, waiting for the first drop of blood. The image wouldn’t leave him as he unbuttoned the shirt and pants. He kicked off his shoes and quickly removed the clothes, placing them all on the couch beside Gideon. The vamps didn’t move in for an attack, but they were there, behind him. He felt them watching him, every instinct screaming at him to run. He focused on Gideon and quelled that fear.

  Gideon ignored the growing number of onlookers. He slid his gaze to where his hard cock jutted out from his body, lingering there for long seconds while Jesse tried not to fidget. “Very nice,” he murmured.

  It took a moment for Jess to realize that it was the first time Gideon had seen him since he’d shaved. A pleased flush spread over his skin.

  “Down.” When Jess obeyed the command without pause, getting on his knees between Gideon’s legs, a faint smile curved Gideon’s mouth. “I have lube in my pocket. Get it, get your ass good and slick, and then take my cock out. I want you in my lap like a good boy.”

  Jesse thought of the instructions in list form, mentally sorting each one and then checking them off. He stuck his hand into Gideon’s tight pocket and pulled out the small bottle of lube. He realized his fingers were shaking ever-so-slightly, and he wondered if Gideon noticed the quiver, and if so, what Gideon thought about it.

  He covered two fingers with the lube, wishing Gideon had chosen to stretch his ass himself. It had only been a week since Gideon had buried his fingers inside him, but it seemed like much longer. Taking a deep breath, he reached behind him and eased both fingers into his tight hole. His body vibrated in time with the pulsing music, and he tried to pretend Gideon’s fingers were thrusting in and out of him.

  “That’s enough,” Gideon said.

  Jesse pulled his hand away immediately and straightened. He unzipped Gideon’s pants and pulled his cock free, the rest of the club fading to silence as soon as he touched Gideon’s velvety skin. He licked his lips, but Gideon took him by the hips and spun him around, so he couldn’t deny the leering yellow eyes, the sneering, fangy smiles. Averting his eyes, he gripped the base of Gideon’s cock, holding it in position. Taking a very deep breath, he slowly lowered himself onto Gideon’s shaft, his body burning with each exquisite centimeter, until Gideon was buried in his ass to his root.

  Gideon’s sigh was accompanied by his hands reaching around Jesse’s chest, pressing flat as he pulled Jess back against his body. It changed the angle of his cock inside him, and an electric tingle went to his balls. But it was nothing compared to the wet suction of Gideon’s mouth as he worked at the exposed skin above the collar. As Gideon made his way upward, it forced Jesse to lean his head back on the vampire’s shoulder.

  In spite of their audience, nothing had ever felt so good. Gideon’s arms around him, Gideon’s cock inside him, Gideon’s mouth on him…what else could possibly compare?

  “You feel so fucking great,” Gideon murmured. “I’ve been waiting all week to get back inside you. I even had to stay away today to make sure I didn’t crack and fuck you before our date.”

  Jesse nodded, unsure he’d be able to form actual words, even if he felt comfortable talking. But he had a flash, a sudden image, of Gideon fucking him whenever the mood struck him, of Gideon forcing him to his knees, under his desk, night or day, of Gideon tying him to the bed, or a chair, or chaining him to the ceiling again. Gideon thrust forward then, and the combined images and physical sensation might have been enough to make him come, if the cock ring wasn’t preventing it. He whimpered, his hand snaking around Gideon’s neck, desperate for something solid to hold.

  A rich chuckle reverberated through Gideon’s body, making Jesse’s resonate in kind. “Patience,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you properly soon enough. And you’re going to need to be holding on with both hands when that happens.” One of the hands splayed across Jesse’s chest slid down, over his abdomen, along his cock, to the soft balls below. “This is going to be so much better than before. Do you know why?”

  Jesse shook his head. He was already so high-strung that he didn’t know how he was going to have patience or do this all night. “No.”

  “Because this is just you and me. No weird poison to make me do it. It’s me taking you for my own because that’s what I want. All of me.” His touch was hypnotic, circling Jesse’s balls, circling a flat nipple. Jesse’s head was spinning. “Do you understand the difference now, Jess?”

  “God, yes,” he whispered, and all the emotions that always lurked well below the surface tried to break free, but he smashed them back until the impulse to share passed. “Yes, I understand.”

  His answer seemed to satisfy Gideon, and he sank farther back into him as Gideon resumed kissing his neck. It didn’t matter any more that there were vampires watching his every move, and it didn’t matter that Gideon seemed content to stay still, cock buried balls deep, only occasionally twitching as if to remind Jess that he was still there. When he took Jesse’s chin and turned his head toward him, Jess accepted his kiss with every ounce of hunger and need he had for Gideon. He only hoped Gideon understood as well.

  A rumbling voice cut through the spell.

  “So who’s the new toy, Gideon?”

  Gideon licked Jesse’s lips one last time before turning to look at the vampire who’d dared to speak up. He was big, bigger than Gideon, with a shaved head and sunken brown eyes. Dried blood clung to the corner of his mouth, and the bulge in his worn Levi’s made Jesse’s ass clench.

  “Isn’t he pretty?” Gideon replied. “I found him attached to my dick the other night. I decided I’d keep him around for a while.”

  It was Gideon’s casual response that really made him realize what was going on. He was just a toy to them. Nothing more. Far from frightening him, it made him feel free somehow.

  The vampire licked his lips, his tongue pausing over the dried blood. “Pretty. What’s better? His mouth or his ass?”

  “Have you gone blind, Henry? You see this mouth, right?” Gideon ran his thumb over Jesse’s lower lip before holding out his hand, palm up. “Come here. I’ll feed you to him. He fucking loves that.”

  Jesse wasn’t sure about that, but since nobody asked him his opinion, he simply watched Henry unzip his pants. His body was flooded with endorphins, and Jesse wasn’t sure if it was fear or fresh arousal or if he’d ever be able to tell the difference between the two reactions again.

  Henry’s erection was…impressive. Impressive enough that Jesse was relieved Gideon wasn’t going to let the vampire fuck him. He hoped. Gideon exhaled in his ear, his breath soft and oddly comforting, as he gripped Henry�
��s cock.

  Henry’s knees were pressed to the edge of the couch as he leaned forward, following the pull of Gideon’s hand. Jesse opened his mouth as it neared, but instead of slipping it inside, Gideon ran the dripping tip around his lips, smearing the pre-come until that was all he could smell or taste.

  “Henry’s got a nice cock, don’t you think?” Gideon asked in his ear.

  “Yes, he does,” Jesse agreed obediently, but he wasn’t lying. It was a nice cock, objectively speaking. How did Gideon know Henry by name? Had they fucked? Had they shared another…toy? He wanted to know, because the image the thought presented sent a current of electricity down his spine.

  “I’d let him fuck you, but that would mean getting out of your ass and I’m not ready for that.” A cool lick across his ear made Jess shiver. “Now open wide.”

  Jess did as instructed, and no sooner had his lips parted, Gideon was guiding the cock into his mouth, the velvety head sliding over his tongue. Gideon didn’t let go until there was no more room for his hand on the thick shaft and then he just moved out of the way, easing back against the couch as Henry grasped either side of Jesse’s head.

  “Fuck his face,” Gideon said. “And make sure you tell me if he uses his teeth. I’ve been looking for a good reason to discipline him all night.”

  Jesse didn’t think he could avoid using his teeth. Henry’s cock was too big, and Henry took Gideon’s words to heart. There was no time to adjust, no time to linger over taste or texture, no time to become accustomed to the length and width. He was really nothing but a hole. He relaxed his jaw, relaxed his throat, tried to breathe through his nose, and clenched around Gideon’s cock each time Henry drove into his mouth, his own cock aching in sympathy. His entire body throbbed in time to Henry’s harsh rhythm.

  “You like that, don’t you, you little cockslut?” Henry’s voice was as rough as his tempo, scraping over Jesse’s bare skin. “That’s right, take it, all the way…fuck, Gideon, you lucked out with this one. His mouth is fucking brilliant.”

  Though he no longer had Gideon against his back, Jess felt the unmistakable stroke of his hand along his spine. “Trust me,” came the response. “I’m very well aware of how good he sucks cock.”

  Jesse didn’t think Gideon could even compare what Henry was doing to him to what Jesse wanted to do for Gideon. He gripped Henry’s thighs, digging his fingers into the denim covered muscle. Jesse didn’t know how much time had passed, how many strokes Henry needed, how many thrusts and grunts. It seemed like an eternity and no time at all until the large vampire yanked his cock away from Jesse’s mouth, only to coat his face with warm come.

  Before he wiped it away, Gideon’s arm was looped around his waist, yanking him back against his chest. When he grabbed Jesse’s chin, Jess met Gideon’s golden-eyed gaze for a split second before Gideon licked a wet trail along his cheek, catching some of the dripping fluid.

  “Good boy,” he heard Gideon murmur. Then their mouths were fused together, fangs slicing through the tender skin of his lower lip, as Gideon devoured him in a kiss.

  The praise warmed him, and Gideon’s mouth once again made the rest of the world disappear. Gideon sucked at his lips hungrily, pulling the blood from the small cut in thin threads. He was becoming accustomed to the taste of his own blood on Gideon’s mouth.

  When the kiss finally ended, Jesse gasped for breath, desperately taking in as much air as he could. Henry was still hovering above them, like he expected something more.

  “You’ve had your turn,” Gideon said, a note of irritation creeping into his voice. He waved a hand in dismissal. “Now get out of the way. You’re holding up the line.”

  Though he scowled, Henry headed off, a skinny little guy already scrambling up to fill his place. Gideon repeated the process, taking the vampire’s dick in hand and guiding it to Jesse’s waiting mouth, over and over and over again. Every time, the new vampire would pull out at the last second, spraying Jesse’s face and chest with come, and every time, Gideon ended it with a kiss, cleaning away some of the sticky fluid to share with Jess. The only variation lay in how long Gideon kissed him, each instance longer than the one before, until, after the sixth or seventh blow job—Jess had long ago given up counting—Gideon waved off the next recipient.

  “Back off,” he growled. His arm grew rigid where it was clamped around Jess’ abdomen, holding him still. “You’ve all had your turn. It’s mine now.”

  Jesse sucked his breath in sharply. Gideon’s cock was still buried in his ass, which had long ago surpassed the realm of pleasure for something beyond torturous. He wanted Gideon to turn him over, pin him against the couch, and finally fuck him and—ohpleasegod—let him come. He couldn’t say anything about it, of course, but maybe Gideon would read his mind and take some pity on him.

  The vampires retreated, though they only moved far enough out of the way to give Gideon room to rise if he wanted. He relaxed his hold on Jesse’s waist and said, “Stand up. I want you on your back when I split you open.”

  Jesse rose slowly, still feeling stretched, still feeling Gideon inside of him, even after they were completely separated. The crowd watched with hungry eyes and growls. Gideon gestured to the couch, and Jesse lay down eagerly. The room looked different from the new angle. Gideon looked different. Jesse bent one knee, and dropped his other foot to the floor, his legs splayed.

  Shifting to kneel between Jesse’s legs, Gideon took his cock in hand and stroked it, long, languorous pulls that matched the gleam in his eye. He tilted his head as his gaze swept down Jesse’s body.

  “You should see your ass right now, Jess,” he said. “You’re all open and red, and if I didn’t want to fuck you so badly, I’d be down there right now with my tongue buried in your hole.”

  “I’d come the second you touched me with your tongue,” Jesse said thickly.

  Gideon grinned. “Now that sounds like a challenge. Maybe I should tighten that ring up a little.”

  “Please don’t.” Jesse almost gurgled the words. “Please.”

  The smile faded, to be replaced by something darker, a feral hunger that sank into Jesse’s bones. “Oh, I do love it when you beg,” Gideon murmured. He let go of his cock and fell forward, hovering over Jess eye-to-eye as he propped himself up on either side of Jesse’s body. Angling his hips, he let the wet head drag along until it slipped below Jesse’s sac, stopping at his waiting hole. “Think there’s enough slick left for me to pound into you?”

  “Yes, yes, please, please, yes,” the words came in an unguarded rush. “Slick, stretched, ready for you. Please.”

  Slowly, Gideon pressed forward, sinking into Jesse’s waiting flesh. A shudder rippled visibly through Gideon, but he didn’t stop, didn’t falter, continued to move at that excruciating pace until Jess thought Gideon was never going to finish, that he’d never feel the heavy brush of the vampire’s balls against his skin. His hands itched to mold over Gideon’s back, but he was still unsure of how much affection he could show for Gideon. Instead, he closed his eyes in an attempt to control himself and stifle the urge.

  Gideon stopped. “Jess. Open your eyes.”

  Jesse opened his eyes immediately, his face twisting in a silent plea. He realized the heavy breathing in his ears wasn’t his own. It was a collected, unneeded sigh from their audience. Jesse didn’t care. He gripped the back of the couch with one hand, the other falling to his side. His body tried to force the issue, but instead of pushing his hips forward, he remained still and waited.

  “Don’t close them again,” Gideon ordered. He reached beyond Jesse’s peripheral vision, but when his hand returned to view, the leash was coiled around his fingers. His body tensed, and though Jesse prepared himself for the torturous re-entry, Gideon surprised him. With a vicious thrust, he slammed into Jesse’s ass until his balls slapped against the flesh.

  The angle brought Gideon’s cock directly against his prostate. Jesse gritted his teeth, biting back a shout, the tendons in his neck and shoul
ders standing out. If the cock ring wasn’t there, he would have exploded at that moment. As it was, he wondered if his body, if his skin would actually split from the growing pressure. He thought he might be saying something, something about needing more, but he wasn’t sure if he was actually forming the words, or just thinking them.

  Gideon was moving, pistoning in and out his ass, lowering himself until they touched, chest to chest. Fangs skimmed over his skin, and the distinct sting meant that Gideon had drawn blood. But Jess was too aware of that dangerous mouth at his ear, and shivered as the words were sent in cascading whispers through his veins.

  “The others can talk all they want, but at the end of the day, you’re my cockslut, Jess. Mine. Mine to do with as I please, to fuck as I want, to eat as I want. Because I think you want it even more than I do. You want to be on your knees. You want me to mark you, to stretch your ass out so that it’s the perfect shape for my cock. But you wanna know what I want right now? I want to hear you admit it. Tell me you’re a slut for me and me alone. Do that, and I’ll let you come.”

  Jesse was in a smoky, red haze. He’d say or agree to anything at that point, and all Gideon wanted from him was the truth. “Yours. Your slut…your anything, anything you want. Only you, Gideon.” Always.

  Gideon’s thrusts grew ragged and uneven, and though Jesse knew there was an entire crowd watching every inch of their bodies, all he was aware of was the weight of Gideon pushing him into the couch, and the slide of his cashmere shirt over his chest, and the sparks that coursed through him every time Gideon slammed into his prostate. But when he thought he’d have to resort to begging again, Gideon’s hand moved, somehow slipping between their bodies to find the leather holding him back. With one deft move, he unsnapped the cock ring.

  Jesse grabbed Gideon’s shoulders, giving in to the urge to touch him. He teetered on the fine edge for one more stroke, but as soon as Gideon was deep inside him again, he became unhinged. He wrapped his arms around Gideon, their bodies pressed together, Jesse’s cock jerking, covering his stomach and Gideon with come. He somehow remembered not to close his eyes, but he shouted until his sore throat was on fire, and the leather collar around his neck felt tight and restricting around his sweaty throat.