Chapter 30

He wasn’t sure how or when Brady lost his pants. He only knew the heat of his mouth, the hard press of shoulders bearing him into the mattress as Brady grasped his cock too. Together, they found a smooth tempo, pumping the other’s length from root to dripping tip. The smell of precome mingled with the musk of Brady’s skin. Both scents were like nothing Cole had ever experienced before. When he’d been human, they’d never been that sharp, that delicious.

He’d never admit it to Brady, but getting to savor all of this as a vampire would make this one of the most amazing nights of his life.

They rocked against each other, never letting go. When Brady slipped his thigh between Cole’s legs, the pressure against his balls was exquisite.

“Harder,” he whispered between kisses. He groaned when Brady complied. His grip tightened on Brady’s length, as if in trade, and almost immediately, Brady’s groan echoed his.