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“You need to leave.” Lennon’s hungry gaze roamed over Kodi, saying the exact opposite.

“Is that what you really want?” Kodi rasped past his fangs. It was a struggle to see sense, when every instinct said to claim the vampire bat.

“No.” Lennon's hands trembled between them when Kodi went to step closer. “Kodi, you aren’t thinking straight, it’s my pheromones you’re reacting to. If you want more from me, then leave and come back when they aren’t clouding your judgement,” he begged.

Kodi couldn’t catch his breath with how aroused he was. The small taste of Lennon wasn’t enough. His brain was running wild with thoughts and his cock was harder than it had a right to be after earlier Both were making it hard to concentrate.

“Please, you’re gonna have to go.” The pleading came with teary eyes and was a splash of icy reality that if Kodi did what his body demanded, it would break the thin veil of trust this evening had given him. He had never been that person. Never considered pushing someone when they clearly weren’t in a position to deny him.

What the fuck am I doing?

He gave a jerky nod, finding it difficult to speak when he was trying not to breathe in. He spun on his heel and darted for the kitchen door. He didn’t go in search of his jacket, uncertain if the delay would tip him over the edge. His car keys were in his trouser pocket, and that was all he needed to escape.

Out of the apartment, he ran down the stairs and out into the darkness. An outside light illuminated where he’d parked his car. He didn’t breathe until he was halfway down the street and his chest demanded it.

Were you trying to get us in trouble? He scowled at the road, his hands slippery on the wheel. The dogged need to turn the car around and go back continued to grip him by the throat, choking him.

I was trying to give us what we both want.

You can’t push like that. It’s not right! Even as he thought it, he got it wasn’t just his animal side that wanted to taste the sweet blood they could smell. Thirsted for.

Without Lennon’s scent clouding his mind—his judgement—Kodi’s breath whistled through his gritted teeth. He swallowed hard at what it meant. Meant for him. For Lennon.

What the fuck am I gonna do now?

Chapter Seventeen

Lennon

He had very little recollection much beyond the hour after Kodi had left. He’d barely had the wherewithal to lock his place down, set it up, and strip to let his animal out. It had been furious at not getting what it wanted and forced their heat.

Lennon had only experienced it once before, and it was painful for both of them. In the end, he had receded until he was no longer cognizant to block the intensity. He woke Sunday afternoon in his human form, aching and feeling like he’d had a dance marathon and drunk his way through an entire bar. His mouth tasted awful, and his teeth were furry. From what, he didn’t contemplate.

Dragging his weary ass from the sink where he scrubbed his teeth, to the shower, he moaned in pleasure at the heat pummelling his achy muscles from the jets of water from his triple shower heads. The hollow feeling in his stomach telling him it had been too long since he’d eaten, for now, was not a priority.

He tilted his head back and let the water sluice over it and down his itchy skin for several minutes. Reaching for the body wash on the shelf in the shower stall, he poured a liberal amount onto a cloth and took stock of how he was feeling.

What were you doing that my whole body feels like it’s spent way too long in a gym?

Had fun.

Had fun? What kind of fun? Bench pressing weights hanging upside down, he answered in a sarcastic tone.

Bottle back on the shelf, Lennon felt his animal smirk at him.

Stay present and you’d know.

Not on your life.

His giggles bounced off the glass walls while steam built in the small space and carried a fragrant wildflower scent. Lennon scrubbed himself, the soapy suds tickling the sensitive skin on his cock as they sluiced down his body, and his dick lengthened and thickened. The aftereffects of denying himself now needed to be dealt with. There was a lingering sense of need, which he was used to. Sometimes the ache in his lower gut was worse than others, but today it was manageable. It was notably different to the empty feeling that came from hunger. It was his womb closing, he suspected.

His eyes slid closed and memories of Kodi’s lips on his flooded his mind far too easily. The cloth fell to the floor in a plop, his soapy fingers cupping his balls while the other hand gripped the base of his erection and slid up the turgid length. The soap and water made the glide easy. He slipped his thumb over the crown and under the head to play with the bundle of nerves. He hissed in pleasure, reversed his hand, and squeezed the base while tugging on his balls enough to feel the stretch.

He panted in the steamy air, working his balls and cock with singlemindedness, teasing the crown until it was slippery with pre-cum. He swiped at it, widening his legs and lifting his balls to run his slick finger over his hole, tapping it and waking the nerve endings before slowly pushing the tip of two fingers inside. The feel of the stretch was enough to have him release his balls and stroke his cock with more purpose. On the upward stroke, he squeezed the head, his eyes opening to watch the slippery pre-cum dangle from the tip, then drop to the wet tiles between his feet.

He could envision Kodi between his thighs, his mouth open to catch the drops he’d feed him. Feel his hot breath before his tongue lapped at it. He angled the crown of his cock under the spray and groaned at the sensations of water spraying the sensitive slit.

He pushed the fingers deeper into his ass, widening them to increase the fullness and burn. The tendrils of lust spread through him, his body a spider's web, catching the merest vibration and holding him captive. The slide of a fingertip over his prostate ripped a low moan from him. He slid over the spot, milking his cock with each forceful wave of need. The tightening in his womb was more noticeable, the ache growing with the desire to come.