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From Soul Mates: Bound by Blood...

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Lucien leaned against the brick wall as I punched in the security code. "Are you working tonight?"

I nodded. "Yeah; why?"

"I'd like to walk you home again."

The lock on the door clicked open and the green light lit up. Lucien opened the door, but made no move to go inside. He let me walk in, then stood in the open doorway. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in. "Come here, I've got something to show you."

"To show me?" he asked, shaking his head in confusion.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I pushed him back against it. My arms slid around his neck and I grinned. "Yeah…this."

I pressed my lips against his, sinking against him when his arms went around my waist to pull me close. He turned us suddenly, slamming me back into the door. His tongue probed at my lips and I opened to him instantly, craving the taste of him. The kiss grew more insistent, and Lucien reached down and grabbed me in the middle of each thigh and spread my legs, wrapping them around his hips. As he ground against me, I could feel his hard cock pressing through the denim of my jeans.

I writhed against him as he dry-humped against me, uncaring that every time he thrust, it slammed my shoulders back into the door. I was so hard that every rub of the fabric against my cock was a mix between pleasure and pain. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing and pulling me tight against him. He made a low growling sound, and I soon realized that I had my fingers threaded tightly in his hair as I licked at his fangs.

He pulled away from me a few moments later, breaking the kiss. "I have to go, Peter. If I stay…"

I nodded, knowing exactly what he was thinking. I was both disappointed and relieved. As much as my body screamed that I needed him, I just wasn't quite ready. "Okay."

He smiled. "Will you think of me when you jerk off?"

I rolled my eyes. "I can't tell you how romantic that sounds."

He studied me intently. "Will you?"

"Yes..."

He slid one arm around my back and let go of my legs, letting me slide down against him as I landed on my feet. The friction caused my breath to hitch, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against my ear. "Let my gift help you, Peter. That would please me very much."

"Gift?"

"Just for you, mon amour," he whispered, pulling away and moving me from in front of the door. "I will see you tonight."

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