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never crossed his mind. It was such a stark contrast from the proper, sensible man he knew Thane had nearly creamed his boxers right there in the doorway.

His possessive, dominant side had come out to play, roaring to the surface at the sight of his mate in such a lewd position. The mere thought of anyone besides him seeing Zasha in that way formed a red haze over his vision. The need to mark the vampire, proclaim him as unavailable, and assure Zasha knew exactly who he belonged to was overwhelming. Thane couldn’t fight the urge, couldn’t deny his basic nature, and furthermore, he saw no reason to try.

With no real base to the toy, Thane fisted the end of the flexible shaft and twisted his wrist, smiling when Zasha arched his back and howled. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” It was a rhetorical question. Zasha’s engorged cock and clenched muscles told him all he needed to know.

“Yes,” Zasha hissed. It was clear he’d do or say anything for permission to come, but Thane wasn’t finished with him yet. He wanted his mate delirious with need, and while Zasha hovered on the cusp, he wasn’t quite there yet.

Inching the toy out of Zasha’s snug channel, Thane swallowed loudly as he watched the tiny starburst stretch to accommodate the thick shaft. A thin layer of perspiration coated his lover’s smooth, pale skin, giving him an otherworldly glow as the dim light of the room played off the contours of his body.

Thane was one lucky son of a bitch. His man was always gorgeous, no matter the time of day or the type of situation. As carnally uninhibited as he was now, though, Zasha was breathtaking. The quiet whimpers and muffled pleas that rolled through his plump lips tested Thane’s willpower, but he remained unmoving, knowing the explosive release would be worth his temporary sacrifice.

Though his hands trembled and his body vibrated, Thane pumped the toy in and out of Zasha’s hole in unhurried, lazy strokes. “Do you want more, Zasha?”

“Yes,” his lover growled at him. “Please, Thane.”

“Tell me what you want.” Sure, he could make it easy on the guy, but what fun would that be?

“You, Thane. I want you.”

He hadn’t expected such a straightforward answer, and he was momentarily stunned speechless. Recovering quickly, he chuckled under his breath, his laughter confident, bordering on cocky.

“Are you finished with playtime?” He turned his wrist sharply as he drove the dildo into Zasha’s depths. “Do you want the real thing now?”

“Yes!” Zasha yelled, his growing need obvious in his strained tone.

“You want to ride my cock, baby? You want to feel me pounding into this sweet ass?”

Zasha rocked his hips, fucking himself on the toy. “Goddamn it, Thane!”

“Tell me, Zasha. Tell me how much you want me.” It wasn’t some ego trip, either. The increased volume of his lover’s pleas was proof of his desire. This was about finding Zasha’s comfort zone and then pushing him just a little farther.

A drawn-out, strangled groan reverberated around the room when he gripped his lover’s weeping cock by the base and squeezed. Still, his vampire was stubborn. “Please. Fuck, just let me come!”

His dick was heavy in Thane’s hand, hot and throbbing with the rapid beat of his heart. His hairless sac constricted, pulling tight to his body, and his ass clenched around the toy in rhythmic waves. Zasha hovered on the edge of orgasm, and if he’d just let go of some of that closely held control, Thane would send him flying.

“C’mon, lieveling.” Thane stroked the thick shaft to the tip and dipped his thumb into the slit to smear the drops of slippery pre-cum. Then he traveled back down the velvety length to squeeze the base once more. “If this is really all you want, just say the word.” He stroked Zasha’s cock once more and twisted the dildo in his ass. “What’s it going to be? Tell me, and I’ll let you come right now. Is this it, or do you want more?”

Heavy panting and soft grunts spilled from Zasha’s mouth as he writhed against the black comforter. Thane could practically see the battle raging inside his lover’s head, but it wasn’t clear if he’d come out on the winning team.

His patience paid off seconds later when Zasha relaxed into the mattress and whimpered. “More. I want more.”

Thane could have left it at that. He probably should have accepted that little nugget of submission. However, though Zasha teetered on the edge, he was still comfortably inside his bubble. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Pushing up on his elbows, he stared at Thane with enough heat to set the room on fire. “I want you to fuck me until neither one us can move. Then, when I’m exhausted, when I’m covered in sweat and cum, I want you to fuck me again.”

Just like that, the tables had turned. The seducer had become the seduced—the hunter was now the prey—and Thane’s lust tripped into overdrive at the deliberately vulgar descriptions. During their time together—in this life and the one that came before—he’d never heard his mate utter such explicit requests.

With as much care as his desire would allow, he eased the toy from his mate’s body and tossed it to the carpeted floor. “Hands back over your head,” he ordered as he rose to his feet. The command came out a little breathless and didn’t hold the same measure of authority as before. He was having a hard time caring, though, probably because all the blood in his body had decided to rush straight to his aching cock.

“Something wrong?” The teasing lilt and slight curl of Zasha’s lips probably shouldn’t have turned him on like it did.

Thane had no idea where this new, playful side of his partner had come from, but he wasn’t about to do or say anything to discourage the behavior. “I promised you earlier that we’d find better uses for that smart mouth of yours.” He reached