Soren Bonus Epilogue
Soren
Pulsing lights. Pounding music. Writhing bodies.
Soren was in heaven.
Well, not heaven, obviously. He was still in fucking Colorado, after all. Even so, it was a good night. A special night.
Their first time feeding together. Or, at least, the first time they were both going to feed, instead of Soren standing by to supervise Gabe’s hunt.
Soren scanned the dance floor, trying to find where Gabe had gone with their drinks. Instead, his eyes landed on the last face he’d been expecting to see.
Jesus Christ.
“Lucien.”
Roman’s old friend stared back at Soren with wide black eyes. He looked…terrible. His vamp was out, as it invariably was these past years, but that level of sophistication he’d always held on to was nowhere to be seen. He was mussed, frantic-looking.
Still handsome as hell, unfortunately. Such a tragedy, that someone so dickish could be so aesthetically appealing.
Soren waited for a greeting, for any kind of response, but Lucien just gawked at him.
Soren huffed an exasperated breath. “What are you doing so close to Hyde Park? Roman will murder you. I’m tempted enough as it is.”
He hadn’t forgotten Lucien’s attack on his mate. If Gabe were still human, still vulnerable, Soren would have had his fangs out already.
Lucien didn’t take any notice of the threat, his gaze now somewhere above Soren’s head, searching through the crowd. “I thought—I smelled—I— Do you smell cinnamon?”
It was Soren’s turn to gawk. He’d never seen the other vampire so fucking…frazzled. Lucien looked lost. Deeply lost. It was almost enough to make Soren feel bad for the vindictive bastard.
Almost.
“You should go, Luc.”
Lucien nodded dazedly. “I should. I will.”
“You need to leave. Gabe will be here any second.”
Lucien had the grace to look somewhat stricken at the name. “The brother.”
Soren couldn’t help the little growl that came out of him. “Yes, the brother. My mate. So get lost. I don’t want you upsetting him.”
Of course, he’d said exactly the wrong damn thing to get Lucien to leave.
“Your mate?” Lucien’s black eyes bore into his. “You found a mate.”
“I did. And if he or Roman murders you, you’ll never get a chance to find yours, will you? So scram.”
Soren watched him leave, not taking his eyes off until he saw that tragic figure exit the club.
It was true it didn’t seem quite fair. Soren didn’t know anyone who wanted a mate as badly as Lucien. But judging from the state of him…maybe Lucien wouldn’t last long enough to find one.
Oh fucking well. Not Soren’s problem.
It wasn’t long before a much more welcome figure appeared in the crowd, drinks in hand.
Handsome fucking mate.
Soren gave a happy little sigh as Gabe tugged him into his arms.
“What happened?” Gabe asked. “You were so excited before, but now your feelings are all…jumbled.”
“I’ll tell you later.”
Gabe gave Soren a look.
“Promise.”
Soren wanted to focus on the here and now. Gabe was looking scrumptious in a designer tee and the tightest pair of jeans Soren had been able to talk him into. Soren hooked his fingers into the belt loops, tugging gently. “See anyone you like?”
Gabe gave him a shy smile and pointed to a figure on the dance floor. “Him?”
Soren grinned. Oh, he’d picked a lovely one.
Writhing under the lights was a lithe, graceful young man with red hair and glow-stick bracelets stacked on his wrist, already giving them both sultry looks through the crowd.
That would do quite nicely.
Soren set their drinks down on a nearby table. They didn’t need them. They had something better coming their way.
He pulled Gabe to the dance floor, the thrill of the hunt humming along his veins. Their new friend seemed delighted by the attention. He immediately started grinding his ass against Gabe’s dick, pulling Soren to his front, making himself the meat in their little dance sandwich.
“You’re lovely.” Soren pitched his voice to carry over the music as he moved his hips in time with the beat.
Little Red grinned widely. “Thank you. You two make an insanely hot couple.”
Soren smirked at him. They were about eye level with his heeled boots on. “I know.”
After a few songs, when they were all feeling nice and limber and loose with one another, Soren steered them to a darker corner of the dance floor. He caught Gabe’s eye first, then their partner’s. “Want to have a little fun, Red?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Placing his hands over Gabe’s on the man’s hips, Soren pressed a soft kiss to that delicate, freckled throat, keeping his gaze firmly on his mate. Gabe was looking back at him with lust in his eyes.
Bloodlust or regular lust? Probably both. Soren grinned against warm skin at the thought.
A thrill ran through him as Gabe’s eyes darkened and his fangs dropped. Soren felt himself mirroring the change.
They bit in at the same time. Gabe’s hands tightened on his own. Their new friend moaned in pleasure, and Soren felt his own cock hardening at the first taste of fresh blood on his lips. Gabe’s desire surged through the bond, enhancing his own.
They had agreed to keep it light, not wanting to take too much at once their first time feeding together. After a few deep, deliciously metallic gulps, Soren squeezed Gabe’s hand, and they released their hold in unison.
Fucking perfect.
Soren surged onto his tiptoes to pull Gabe’s mouth to his over Little Red’s head. He needed to taste his mate.
Their kiss was hot, bloody…fucking fantastic.
Soren forced himself to release Gabe’s lips and check on the human between them. Little Red was looking dazed and flushed. Soren took hold of his chin and met his moss-green eyes, his inner vamp still at the forefront.
“We felt each other up, shared a few kisses, had oh-so-much fun, and now you’re going to go drink two full glasses of water before you head home.”
“Water,” the man repeated. Then he shook his head, giggled, and gave them a sultry look. “You two are fun. Wow. I’m gonna go hydrate.”
Gabe smirked at Soren as their prey danced away, his fingers brushing the bulge in Soren’s leather pants. “You liked that, brat?”
Soren shot a look at Gabe’s own barely contained erection. “So did you.”
And Soren wanted to take full advantage of that fact.
He tugged Gabe back through the club, back to where he’d seen the entrance to a storage closet. He opened the door to find a wide-eyed employee grabbing napkins. Impatient, Soren flashed black eyes and pushed compulsion into his tone. “Kindly fuck off for the next half hour.”
He locked the door behind the employee before backing Gabe against the wall, loving the way those golden eyes darkened as Soren took control.
One little taste wasn’t enough. Soren dropped to his knees and unzipped Gabe hurriedly.
Gabe gave a long moan of relief as Soren pulled his hard cock out. “These fucking tight-ass jeans you have me in.”
“We can work with it.”
Soren smirked, licking a stripe down the side of Gabe’s cock, reveling in the bigger man’s shudder. He cupped his balls, heavy and taut with desire, and nuzzled into the nest of curls at the base. He took a minute to drink in that heady, musky scent before gazing up at his mate.
Gabe was panting, and—fuck—he was still in vamp mode. That was so hot.
Soren loved when Gabe let him see his vampire side. It made Soren’s own inner vamp delight to see their mate in all his beastly glory.
He deserved a reward—so brave tonight, trying something new.
Soren took that thick cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking Gabe down easily. He let himself be messy with it, using his tongue and spit to coax the most delicious sounds out of his mate.
“F-Fuck, brat. So good. Suck me. Please.”
Soren loved that “please.”
It was too much to bear. The feel of Gabe’s cock in his mouth, those deep, breathy moans. Soren unzipped his leather pants blindly, wrapping a hand around his own aching cock.
Gabe groaned. “Are you touching yourself? Fuck. Fuck. Too hot. Gonna—”
Soren hummed in delight as Gabe’s cock jerked in his mouth, his hot release spurting down Soren’s throat. Soren jerked himself frantically as he swallowed every drop.
“Let me see.” Gabe’s voice was gruff. Wrecked.
Soren released Gabe’s spent cock from his mouth and leaned back onto his knees, graciously allowing Gabe to watch him finish himself off, his mate’s black eyes burning with intensity.
“Look at you, brat. So fucking beautiful.”
Soren keened as he erupted, his cum flowing into his fist, lightning running up his spine.
Gabe allowed him only a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling him up by the wrist, bringing Soren’s hand to his mouth and licking the cum from his fingers. Soren tucked his head into Gabe’s chest, letting the last shudders run through him as his mate devoured his release.
Gabe was always animalistic in his vampire form.
Soren loved it.
Eventually, every drop of cum licked clean, Gabe shifted back to his human face. “I thought I’d get to fuck you in this storage room,” he said, a petulant note to his voice.
“Aw, poor baby,” Soren crooned, taking back his hand and straightening up his clothes. “You can fuck me when we get home, Highness. In our large, comfy bed. Maybe I’ll even let you sleep with that big cock inside me. Would you like that?”
Gabe’s groan was pained. He did like that, apparently. It was something Soren had been wanting to try, with how much his mate liked to be touching as much as possible at all times.
“You were so hot with our friend earlier,” Gabe said, tucking a piece of Soren’s now-mussed hair behind his ear. “I could almost see myself as a voyeur. If the thought of someone else inside you didn’t make me want to rip off limbs.”
Soren giggled. “How aggressive of you, Highness.”
“As if you don’t feel the same way.”
Oh, he had no idea.
“Show me,” Soren demanded.
Gabe raised his left hand, the ring there glinting under the fluorescent lights. Soren smirked at the sight, full of satisfaction. Gabe raised a brow at him in challenge, and Soren lifted his own hand.
“Beautiful,” Gabe sighed.
Of course Soren’s ring was beautiful. He’d picked it out himself. A gold band with the tiniest of diamonds embedded around the whole thing. Like a circle of stars. Subtle but lovely.
Soren lifted his arms in a stretch, loose and sated. “We’ll have to do this again, Highness. In Europe, I think. I want to see you feeding off a big, strong Italian man. You’d be like a matching set.”
Gabe laughed. “Are you accessorizing me with our meals now?”
“I think you’d like Italy.”
Gabe unlocked the door before holding it open like a perfect gentleman. “I don’t care where we go, brat, as long as it’s with you.”
“You simple rube.” Soren couldn’t help the affection in his voice.
Gabe grinned down at him. “You love me.”
Soren did. More than he’d ever thought himself capable of.
“Come on, rube. Take me home.”