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Sen’s eyes sparkle. “Only okay? I guess I’ll have to do it again to improve my rating.”

“Oh no. Anything but that.”

Limbs like jelly, I reach for his sweats. “Let me make you feel good.”

“You don’t have to,” Sen says even as he helps me pull the waistband down his ass, his impressive cock springing out.

“But I can do what I want, right?” I shoot him a loopy grin. “You can say ‘no’, ‘stop’, ‘I don’t like that’. You’re not allowed to say I don’t have to.”

Sen starts to say something, but when I wrap my fingers around the hot length of his cock, he instead groans.

“You get everything you want,” he bites out as I stroke down.

“Then I want you to cum,” I tease, stroking up. “I want you to make me so fucking messy.”

Sen curses, his palms stroking up and down my thighs, groping my waist then gliding up to my chest. His fingers tweak my nipples, making me shiver. “Fuck, so good, sweetheart.”

“And you have to…” I whisper, grinning. Having so much damn fun. “Because I said so. Because I want it.” I reach forward, nip his lip. “And you gotta do everything I say.”

Grabbing the sides of my face, Sen hauls me in for a kiss as if he’s trying to swallow me whole. Sucking on my tongue as he sucked on my cock, letting me taste myself.

My fist pumps faster, stroking his spongy cockhead. He curses into me, presses his forehead into mine and with his eyes squeezed tight, he cums hard across my knuckles.

He moans, body shuddering as he continues to spill until his bunched muscles relax. Pouring his hot breaths against my lips.

With a mischievous grin, I take my hand off his cock. His burning gaze shoots to mine as I bring my palm up to flick my tongue over my fingers covered in his release. “Yummy.”

“Fuck, Teagan…” he groans, then chuckles. “You naughty fucking boy.”

Without a word, Sen opens his arms, and I fall into the space between his legs, his embrace tight around my middle.

“Good?” Sen asks, kissing my temple.

I snuggle closer, smiling into his warm chest, relaxed and sleepy.

“Good,” he replies as if I’d answered, cradling me close to his heart.

Chapter Twenty-Six - Sen

Calm was never something I wanted, especially since becoming a vampire. Life is far too much fun to be still. Teagan changes that, or…he makes me rethink stillness.

I lounge against the painted wall, Teagan tucked between my legs. He’s quiet, satiated, and drifting in and out of sleep, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

When Teagan wakes fully, he smiles. Shining with an inner light that makes me want to spend hours kissing him. Not the messy, desperate way before, but like we have forever.

My heart begins to sink, heavy with the knowledge that there may be no future for us. I need to get back to my family to figure out our next step. But for now, I push it away to focus on our present.

I pull my loose-limbed Teagan to his feet, and like two stupid teenagers, we make out the whole short trip into the bathroom. Stopping only so I can turn the shower on, and so Teagan can snap on a plastic shower cap to protect his curls. He grins, big and goofy and in two big steps, I’m lifting the most amazing man I’ve ever met into my arms. His legs wrap around my waist, his arms looping around my neck.

I carry him through wispy steam, under the hot spray and kiss him exactly as I wanted.

Then I wash him clean, brushing my lips over every inch of his slender torso, strong arms and exquisitely plump ass. I plan for a slow, sensual rub-down, but Teagan has other plans. He snatches the foamy sponge to return the favour, but in his very Teagan way.

Smiling, I allow him to manipulate my body to his whims; holding my arms up so he can look at my armpits, bowing so he can search behind my ears like I might be hiding a secret. His eyes sparkle when he discovers I’m ticklish when he brushes his fingers over my left hip.

He nudges me so my chest is against the wall as he gets on his knees. My cock stirs as he scrubs my lower back, my ass and behind my legs. I hear a wet splat of the sponge being tossed away before his inquisitive fingers take over. A digit runs down my ass crack until he gets to my rim. I let out a groan that echoes when he circles the sensitive skin.

He keeps at it, teasingly stroking my left hip, until I’m panting. I widen my stance for him, splaying my hands on the slick wall just as he removes his fingers to replace his gentle probing with his tongue.