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His voice, when it did that deep, smooth, audible lick through my soul, turned all my insides to jello and other parts of me to iron. Mercy, I was already falling, even though he pinned me to the counter.

“Uhm . . .”

“Hm?” Victor purred.

“Hmm.”

Yeah, alright. I was into this.

The ball of his thumb rode up my spine, and then his fingers swept the back of my neck, combining hard massages with swift, delicate strokes. I searched for Zee, checking he was alright and not upset over being left out. He’d draped himself in a plastic chair, one leg up on the table, smirking at the show. “Don’t mind me, Kitten. It ain’t often I get to watch.”

Victor’s hips gave a small jerk, then his hands were gripping my hips, his mouth skimming my ear and a very hard part of him nudging my inner thigh in slow, rhythmic strokes.

“I’m uh . . . I just . . . You said . . . distracted by passion was . . . bad?” I really wanted this to happen but I was also aware that we were potentially being hunted, which was also kinda hot.

“We have a lookout.”

But Zee wasn’t so much looking out as looking in, at us.

Zee rolled his eyes. “I can multitask. Just pretend I’m not here. Have at it. You’re good.”

“Like a good boy . . .” Victor’s voice hummed at my ear and I was done. If Santa showed up and tried to kill us, he’d have to wait until after Victor had ravaged me, because that was definitely where this was headed. “You remember our safe word?”

Oh mercy, we were going that deep?

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Good.”

“Heads-up,” Zee said, then tossed something that Victor snatched from the air without looking. “I always come prepared.” I heard him chuckle at his own joke.

With that comment, it had to be lube.

I was going to get railed in a restaurant where people ate their meatballs, and nobody would ever know.

Victor’s fingers tightened around my neck. “Hard and fast or soft and slow?”

There was only one correct answer. The time and place for soft and slow was not bent over a buffet counter. “I think you know.”

His growl reverberated down my spine, hardening my already enthusiastic dick. Victor’s efficient hands dealt with my fly, and I assumed his, in record time. Cool air touched my ass. The rough handling might have been too much for a normal human, but I wasn’t normal. After a few restrained, savage jerks, warm, slick fingers dipped between my ass cheeks while his other hand shoved me forward. Electric lust spritzed through my veins. A purple haze cast us in eerie, shifting light. I didn’t need to look to know Zee’s wings were out. He was feasting on more than donuts.

I did look over my shoulder to see Victor’s serious expression making all his handsome angles sharper. His lips parted, and his wet tongue swept over curved, sharp fangs. Unhinged Victor was my favorite Victor.

His fingers dove in, offering minimal prep, and then as his free hand encircled my dick, the hard, hungry part of him replaced those fingers, pushing in. I stopped thinking after that, and turned into a pillar of sparkling feelings. He called me a good boy, then slammed in hard enough to rattle the entire food counter, and my soul. His hand worked my dick, while the rest of him worked my ass. Heat turned into pleasure, spiraling higher, and sensing my untethered release about to blow, he stopped jerking me off, grasped both my hips in his hands, bent me under him, and pounded me with all the ruthless efficiency you’d expect from Daddy Vampire.

The thrill of it—being hunted with murder in the air, Zee watching, knowing I was in Victor’s safe hands while he railed me—it wasn’t romantic, but I needed it like I needed to breathe, like my heart needed to beat and my veins burn.

I clutched the counter, clinging on, dick bouncing with every one of Victor’s hammer-like thrusts.

“Come for me, Adam.” His powerful voice poured into my ear and deep into my dick, where the permission freed the last of my threadbare restraint. I came hard, stuttering a gasp. Victor’s arm locked around my waist, his panting breaths stroked my neck, and with a few staccato jerks, he growled his climax into my ear.

For a few wonderful, buzzing seconds, we clung to each other as though we were the only two left in the universe.

“Fuck me with bells on. That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve seen, not including my own explicit films, obviously.”

A rumbling grumble replaced Victor’s growl. “Does he ever stay quiet?”

“Never.” I peered over my shoulder and caught Victor’s contented, post-sex grin. The grin that softened his whole face and revealed a side of him few ever saw. A rare event, and one I’d always cherish.