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for Essek (lacrymaperle) - vampire/werewolf au

[There had been a simpler time, several years before when Bren hadn't yet known Trent Ikithon, a time when he was thoroughly and blissfully unaware of the things that existed in the dark, when the ideas of werewolves and vampires and other creatures that ought to have been nothing more than fairy tale fodder. Instead, his paths had crossed with Trent and everything had changed. He'd been thrown into a small walled courtyard one night, under the light of a full moon, and he had not been alone. That was the first time he had met a werewolf. Bren remembered the bite, still had the scar of it on one forearm, remembered the confusion and the terror -- both of which were nothing compared to the full moon that followed the month after, the first time he'd transformed. He remembered the pain of his entire body breaking and reshaping itself, the fear of losing himself entirely. He'd blacked out that night, woken up naked and aching as if he'd been run over by a bus.

It had been the same very moon since, except that piece by piece, bit by bit, he held onto some small shred of himself during the transformation. Trent Ikithon had explained that all this was for Bren's own good, that he was safer here than anywhere else. that there were vampires who would tear him apart on sight, one in particular, a singular monster who Trent seemed to have a personal loathing for. Bren tried to probe why any vampire, never mind a particular one, would have any interest in him. No explanation was ever given except that 'the Shadowhand will never have you. Not in this life or the next. I will see to that.'

Bren had no idea what that meant. Before all this, the only strange thing in his life were recurring dreams -- and oh they were beautiful things. Arms that were secure and safe around him, tender and gentle but not warm. The soft lilt of a voice that assured him everything would be well, that wherever he went he would be found again. Trent had hated the dreams and had done his best to cast them out of Bren's conscious awareness. Now they were barely shadows, things he could remember the feeling of more than the details. It hurt even trying to recall them, so he didn't.

This past moon Bren had made his escape after he transformed, finally aware enough of himself that he had his chance. He was free. That was the only thought in his mind right now and it repeated in echoed mantra over and over again as he tried to keep himself from spiraling into a breakdown. It had been years since he'd been out, actually out in the world, not kept with Trent Ikithon's control, trapped within the grounds of that monster's manor. He was, after all, Trent's pet project, for whatever reasons the old bastard had. It didn't matter. Back in that direction lay only pain and isolation. He wouldn't go back.

Of course, he didn't really have a plan to go forward either, really. Even before he'd been captured and turned, he hadn't had any family left, few friends, and he'd been out of the world for years now. He managed to ~~steal~~ find some clothes, ill-fitting, a coat that was too big on his underfed frame, a scarf wrapped about his neck. He was a mess, long copper hair in tangles past his shoulders, his beard untrimmed, a frantic fear in wide blue eyes as he tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to get his bearings. He couldn't let Trent find him again. This was freedom, and he would not give it up.

A soft meow caught his attention, and he looked up in surprise as a small orange tabby approached him. For the first time in a long while, Bren smiled.] Hello there... [The little creature sniffed his outstretched hand and headbutted his fingers. It was the first kind touch that he'd known in so long, he almost teared up over it.] Well, at least I am not alone anymore. That's comforting.

[Now if he could just figure out what the hell he was going to do, where he was going to go.]

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[Essek had awoken something in Caleb as well, something that blossomed only for Essek Thelyss, a softness and a tenderness -- and a strong surge of protectiveness. This quiet, serious, brilliant wizard, Caleb would do anything to see him happy, to stay with him. So there was something entirely rewarding as Essek straddled his lap and leaned into that kiss.

And since gravity already had its eyes on him, Valeb gave into it, falling back towards the bed, arms around Essek to draw him down along with him, on top of him.]

Has it really only been ten days?

[Caleb mused while Essek did all the math. His smile widened as the other teen continued, leaning up to kiss him at the end of that last sum.]

We should aim higher, Liebling, to make sure we have a surplus banked for any future times apart.

[He teased gently, leaning up to catch Essek's lips again and again as if he was putting those words to action.]

Well, I do not possess the Keen mind that you do-- so I am unsure of the hour or the minute, but it does feel like it has been forever since we've been together.

[ It felt right to drape over the top of him, their lips making connections to each other, holding and lingering upon each kiss as if it was a star that hung from the sky-- stars that were meant for him. The universe hummed with possibility and Essek could feel his boldness grow with each loving press of mouth to mouth.

His beautiful boyfriend who lay there and perhaps willing for laying in bed for the rest of the evening, and Essek certainly did want to indulge; in fact if he was being perfectly honest-- he would not mind just spending the time in Caleb's arms, alternating with the need for food and sustenance. ]

Four days.. whatever will we do with all of them?

[ And then because 100 kisses felt too easy, he continued ]

I see no reason why we should not bank up some extra kisses, though I hope not to be parted for you until the spring holidays, yes.

Forever, yes. That sounds more like how it felt.

[But now he had Essek laid comfortably on top of him, and life was once again quite perfect. He considered counting their kisses to fill in the equation that Essek had crafted, but it was hard to focus enough on anything but the taste of those lips. One kiss bled into the next and the next, and Caleb's hands went roaming, finding their beneath fabric until they could brush along soft skin -- cooler than his own, but nowhere near so cold as they would be when the sun was stolen from him.

The dream, however, began to fade, and Bren surfaced back into the waking world, heart full from the returned memory, wanting nothing more than to find Essek and crawl into his arms once more.

But there was the remainder of a day to go by, and an event that the vampire had to attend before that could happen. Bren would make the most of the time.

It was easy to pass the time with Jester, but he'd run into several other of the staff, and was quickly becoming friendly with many of them -- who seemed oddly understanding and accepting of his frankly skittish nature.

He took that bath as well, lingering in the hot water as sun set and the evening began, until the water itself lost its steam. Did his mind wander to the handsome drow, to the way it had felt to kiss him, to have that mouth on his cock, the sounds that Essek made for him in his own pleasure.

It did nothing to help him out of the bath any sooner. But eventually he did emerge and dressed. Tonight he chose the simplest pair of trousers he could, a soft linen shirt that opened in a vee at his chest, hanging loosely but not ill-fitting about his frame. It had only been a short time, but already, he was looking healthier and more alive than when Essek had rescued him from the woods. He'd even gone so far as to roll up the sleeves to his elbows, though one forearm still had bandages wrapped around it, hiding the remnants of the bite that had changed him into the monster that he still had not yet confessed to Essek that he was.]

[ The dream would continue 100 years into the past, of two young men exploring and tasting each other until they were satisfied with it, after all ten days had been such a long time to go without and Essek and Caleb of a hundred years previous were still idealistic enough to imagine that was the longest they could ever be apart. One day, they would be proven wrong.

Until then.

Essek awoke, sick with longing. Remembering that night keenly, of pressing Caleb into the bed-- their hands fire on each other, Caleb's huffed breath against his ear, his own soft breathing a perfect mirror. His memory was not absolute, but he retained meaningful memories and could recall them, and more importantly how he had felt during the making of them. Of the early hours of the morning as they tangled limbs and Essek's head resting against his boyfriend's chest-- feeling the thrum of heart that would guide him to his own trance.

Ever aware that he would never get that again.

The event was important enough he had to make an appearance but not important enough that he had to stay. He would work a little bit on a few outfits for Bren to wear during events, so that the other man would be able to accompany him-- his mind was distracted. He fed a little bit from one of his vessels, but those feedings were never personal or intimate, not like the sharing of blood from his lover to him-- in which one drank to savor, not to nourish.

It was well 1 am when he came home, slipping inside quietly. He wore a tailored suit that fitted his slender form, and a shirt that was buttoned up to his neck, his feet made no sound on marble. He was elegantly put together, not a single hair out of place. He handed his car keys to Fjord, the butler and then paused in the foyer. It was quiet and he wondered where he would be able to find Bren, his senses could not pick him up quite yet. ]

[Quietly, but not quiet enough. Bren had been on the lookout, and the sound of the car -- and Frumpkin's insistent and sudden case of the zoomies -- was enough to attract his attention. His own feet were bare and made surprisingly little noise as he moved quicky through the halls, familiar enough with them now that it was no longer strange how much like home they felt.

The silence of the foyer would be broken around Essek by the sound of music, notes ringing out and echoing in the entranceway, a soft melody with the sort of rhythm that one might dance to, if one could find a partner for said dance.

Bren stepped out from the hall, towards where Essek stood. In the moonlight that poured in through the window, Essek was a vision, ethereal and lovely, and Bren found himself spellbound. He was, by contrast, still in little more than a soft shirt and pants, barefoot, hair tied back, more than a few days scruff on his face -- though it was well kept scruff this time at least, hardly the haggard man he'd been when Essek took him in.]

How was your event, Lord Thelyss?

[ Essek heard the music start just before he saw Bren, and then when the other man moved into view; his breath caught at how right he looked emerging from the shadows and just for him; the sight no less dear to him. Bren with those red locks of hair, strands of it pulled from ties and scruff that Essek knew would feel good against his fingers.

It felt like coming home, to him. This place had always been home, filled with the memories of his heart and sometimes those memories were painful. But like spring, Bren had returned to him and winter felt more distant. ]

The event went well however I must confess that I was eager to come home; and it's the first time I've felt that in a long time. [ Counting down the minutes and the hours until he could return to Widogast Manor, to Bren-- and to the time promised ] And how was your evening? Did you take that bath that you had mentioned?

[ An arch look as he watched Bren approach and they were the only ones in this foyer now, the area strangely absent of all of his servants.. peculiar really. ]

[Bren's expression brightened, a night-blooming flower unfolding in front of this creature of starlight and evening sky. Knowing that Essek had wanted to come back to him, to come back home set a rush of some unnamable glow of warmth spreading through his body. Bren had not had a home in years either, but now, well, this place did feel exactly like that.

He moved closer, reaching a hand out towards Essek.]

Then, welcome home.

[The lack of other people -- though Bren had some suspicion that they were likely being watched by several nosy sets of eyes -- was clearly a coincidence, and not because Bren had told them his plans of meeting Essek when he returned.]

I did, ja. It was wonderful, really, all that steam. But I did find myself feeling lonely and my thoughts straying...

[He trailed off with a soft hum, as if appreciating anew what his mind had strayed to at the time.]

[ Gracefully and elegantly, Essek placed his hand within the safe confines of Bren's-- those fingers delicate against the taller man. He'd already sunk down so that his feet touched the ground, it was a sweet show of faith and trust; Essek allowing the other man to see him at his full height, and Essek in such a state was forehead-kiss height.

A buzz of memory, of Caleb saying that exact thing, pulsed through him.

There was no doubt that they had watchers, and thus why Essek would keep it proper. There may have been a few kinks toward the exhibitionist in him, but not when it was anyone that he actually knew. However voicing thoughts were open game, if whispered-- they could avoid detection. Thus, did Essek's voice lower to a whisper. ]

I would be interested in hearing what you thought about in the bathtub, Chathiu..

[ That hum, he wanted to kiss that hum-- he wanted to breath it in, he wanted to sink his tongue in and lap at it until he could taste the thought behind such a hum. He was breathless with his longing, and it was not purely physical in nature; rather bourne of mind and soul too-- a perfect twining of everything, as if the stars had flawlessly aligned. ]

Edited 2023-05-03 12:38 (UTC)

[Bren closed his fingers around Essek's gently, but secure, eyes never leaving his face, as if even the brief separation had been a trial and he had to make up for that lost time by soaking in the sight of him. His beautiful mate, this man who had proven to him that there was still warmth and home and love in this world.]

You promised me a dance, ja?

[He stepped in closer -- and he couldn't quite resist grazing a kiss to the other man's forehead with how perfectly positioned it was -- and settled his free hand at Essek's waist, perfect dancing posture.

His voice fell lower as well, secrets spoken for Essek's ears alone.]

I'll happily tell you all about it, but it would be more fun to show you...

[But first, dancing!]

[ He felt the kiss against his forehead, placed their lovingly by Bren's lips and he closed his eyes against it, he was no proof against the gentleness that the other man displayed and this was what he craved. Oh he desired, but for Essek it had ever been about the emotional connection that made the things they engaged in that much better, the love that made the depraved natural. He soaked it up before he effortlessly slipped into his lover's arms.

He was giving Caleb that come-hither look, the one that spoke of moonbeams and starlight, that drew down the moon that Bren could howl at to his hearts content.

Essek placed a hand on Bren's shoulder, feeling the broad of it with his fingertips, the way that it warmed him with it's heat. He should've been inquiring as to why it felt so warm, so decadently warm like a literal fire-- these were the questions that love made him blind to ]

Then lead on, my handsome companion?

[Bren answered that call, drawn to Essek in a way that he could not have resisted even if he wanted to. But there was nothing in Bren that would ever want to resist that pull. He would orbit Essek forever, as long as the vampire would have him here. That look on the Drow's face had his knees feeling weak, but he kept his feet somehow.

When that hand came to his shoulder, the familiar posture of a dance -- too familiar, really, as if they had done exactly this before, a rush of something so much stronger than deja vu. His hand slipped from Essek's side to instead settle against the small of his back, urging him that much closer.

He started into the dance, a simple waltz that flows with the music. Bren was lighter on his feet than might be expected, and while not the most talented dancer, certainly capable enough. Not that the mechanics or style of the dance mattered. What mattered was having his mate in his arms, close and his.]

You look stunning, you know. You must have had everyone's eyes on you all evening. [Was that a faint note of possessiveness in his tone? Certainly not, right? Except no, it was certainly there.]

[ Even the barest touch was intimacy, and the way that Bren skillfully urged him ever closer; as if Essek needed any true coaxing for he gravitated naturally toward the other man, toward the warmth and the heat that radiated off him; and then they glided across the foyer in a pattern, in a course of their own making. They did not need to worry about others to bump into, although they likely would not have to worry about that anyways with this grace.

He caught the tendril of possession in those words which caused a clench in his throat that spread downwards to pool. It was longing and heat at being wanted so thoroughly that the other man did not want others looking at him, a secret for him. His fingers grazed against the soft pulse at the side of the neck with his cool fingers ]

Tomorrow night I intend to work properly on your wardrobe so that you may accompany me out, so that everyone will be able to see what a handsome couple we make. [ just the barest tilt of his head so that he could catch Bren's expression ] I want everyone to know that you belong to me.

[ And because he was sentimental, sentimental enough to indulge in that vein of possession; to soothe that rabid wolf inside of Bren Ermendrud. ] And that I belong to you.. You know, I want to belong to you in every single way.

Edited 2023-05-04 13:32 (UTC)

[Bren did not have any memory of having Essek in his arms this way of moving to music with him, lost in each other -- but somehow it felt familiar, as if he had done this countless times, as if there was nothing in the world more natural than this. This beautiful man, all ethereal grace and perfect poise, but still somehow soft and pliant in his arms. His.

His chin lifted at the brush of those cool fingers over his neck, the reminder of the feel of Essek's teeth sinking into that exact same place. A gift given that he would give again and again.]

Oh? I will like that very much. [Accompanying him. His breath hitched at those next words, something in his eyes going molten, as if the blue there were fire itself. Yes, he wanted to be seen, to be known as belonging to Essek, to being the one lucky enough to have this brilliant man's heart.

And it only burned hotter as Essek continued.]

We belong to each other. [His voice is low, for Essek's ears only, a vow meant for him alone.] My heart and soul and body are yours.

[That nagging voice at the back of his mind reminded him that he had secrets he needed to tell Essek, that he had to remember the vampire could still reject him once he found out what he was.]

[ Essek was utterly smitten by this man holding him currently in the embrace of a dance, the way the eyes caught fire, the warmth of a hand against the small of his back and the way that he guided him; he imagined how those hands would feel on his body again but this time; further-- deeper, this time in an act carnal; of Bren's legs splayed wide with him between, of his mouth against pulse as he bit.

The twining of their bodies as they lost themselves to something far deeper than they had ever accounted for.

This was a dance yes, but it certainly whetted the appetite for something far more sensual; a different sort of dance that their souls were also familiar with. As they twirled around the dance floor, close enough to breath in each other's breath; Essek spoke. ]

As a vampire, I do not dream normally-- however, I have been having dreams as of late; the one that I had last night was very sweet even as I remember exactly what happened afterwards and the way that I felt with that; it very well may apply to what is happening here and now.. between us.

[ Will Bren ask further questions? Perhaps this was a way to see if perhaps their dreams were linking up, as he somewhat suspected ]

[Essek was not the only one between the two of them whose mind was wandering towards things far less innocent and pure than a dance in a foyer to welcome a lover home. Oh it was beautiful in its own right, but Bren had not forgotten the way that Essek had wrung pleasure from him the likes of which he had never known, had made his body sing songs that he would like to learn by heart.

So perhaps his fingers gripped at the fabric of Essek's clothes where his fingers rested at the small of his back, a soft grip, a hint of wanting more.

He looked to him, startled, at the mention of dreams. There was a curious spark in his eyes as he began, voice tentative.]

I had a very vivid dream last night myself.

[So vivid, like perfectly preserved memory rather than a dream.]

Of being a boy in love, so very in love. Of traded gifts and kisses.

[ He settled in closer as he heard confirmation that their dreams twining in such impossibly sweet ways. The vividness of it and the words spoken, the synopsis of it and then he slowed that dance until it was a tempo halved of what it should be, but only so that he could concentrate upon those features. His hand slipped from shoulder so that he could cup that jawline ]

I remember that vividly.. I lived it, but I also dreamed it too.

[ He understood what the dream was attempting to connect the dots of and so he brushed the backside of his fingers against the lightest scrape of facial hair. ]

That night was the first time we ever..

[ And then he leaned in to nuzzle his nose where his fingertips had been, drawing in close. ]

It was the first time that Caleb and I... but by extension your soul-- the first time we gave ourselves to each other.

[ He had a feeling that the Caleb buried deep in both Bren's psyche and Essek's memories, had wanted that nod toward such romanticism. ]

[Bren slowed his steps as well, something in him settling with certainty when Essek said he had dreamt it too. Then they were sharing dreams, sharing memories. Deep within him there was a sense of rightness, the sealed off part of his soul that was Caleb surging with relief that despite the enchantment still locking him away, it had perhaps begun to fray at its edges, some small slivers slipping through.

Bren could feel his face flush at the confirmation of what the dream was. A first time, such an intimate moment -- emotionally as well as physically.

He turned towards that touch, turning his head to nuzzle back.]

These dreams feel like memories. I know they aren't mine... but then, they are.

[The dance had slowed to little more than a faint sway of their bodies now, but Bren did not mind that at all. He turned his head, lips to Essek's ear as he spoke.] I would give myself to you again, body and soul.

[ They were now swaying and this still felt right and it was so easy to tuck his head in closer, the warm brush of whisper like a sweet fire against his earlobe-- lulling him into a sense of overwhelming rightness where he could do nothing but bask in it. Underneath Bren's tunic, the beating of his heart like a siren's song; it drew him back again and again-- a candle in the night and a signal flare of hope.

He loved this man; he loved whom he had been over a hundred years ago, he loved him now-- as he was.

He could see where they were similar; likewise Essek also knew that they had separate lives and expiriences-- but ultimately both harmed by Trent Ikithon, and when Essek found out the vein of Bren's trauma? There would be such hell to pay, he would see Trent ripped to shreads, he would see him in a pool of his own blood-- crying out to whatever god he served. ]

Tonight, you will become mine-- and I will become yours.

[ Essek promised. How could he not promise that to this man who held him like he was a fragile star and ultimately breakable. However tonight, Essek would teach the other man that he was anything other than that. ]

I fed tonight, but I did not top myself off.. [ His fingers drew a circle against a shoulder blade, somewhat coy ] I was hoping that you would be my dessert, since you taste so much better to me than anyone else.

[Bren had come to accept this feeling of being himself and someone else at the same time. It should have been frightening, perhaps. Or maybe not. Maybe he should have embraced being anyone but the wreck of who he was, who Trent had shattered him in to being. But it was neither of those. Instead, in Essek's arms, in the other man's desire and acceptance of him as he was now and who he was in another lifetime, who he could not yet remember being, he found that it all made sense, a perfect balance. He could be Bren, could share a soul with his previous life, could belong in Essek's arms and heart.

And if nothing else, the one thing that united Bren Ermendrud and Caleb Widogast was the singular, white-hot love for this beautiful creature so untouched by death or age.

His lips stretched into a smile at that promise, even as a blush rose over the freckled bridge of his nose, through his cheeks, heat at the very thought of that and how much he wanted it.]

Ah... is that so? [He drew back enough to find Essek's gaze with his own, blue eyes alight, wicked with playful mischief.] Then you want the taste of me on your tongue to linger last, mm? I think I would liek that, being your treat.

You are my mate, because of that-- you taste much better than anyone else could. [ Perhaps once he knew that by Bren's werewolf blood, it would regenerate at a higher pace, then he could partake longer and deeper, make Bren a full meal. To be honest, Essek had been in this state for so long that all it took was a bite every other day for him to be content; a meal that would be taxing and stressful on a human body if sustained.

Perhaps one day.

Instead he had left room for Bren, to savor him. His dark painted nail-tip lightly moved up and down the side of Bren's neck, looking at the offered skin and running his tongue over his lip in contemplative hunger; then his gaze slid up to Bren-- to meet those roguish ocean eyes, drowning in them. ]

I would like to take a bite of you as you come for me, taste your pleasure on my tongue. [ Then Essek leaned in to press a soft kiss to that pulse, dragging his tongue against it ] You know, I have not had a man my bed since Caleb.

Good... [Bren murmured quietly. He liked the idea of it, of being Essek's favorite taste, of being something special to him because of their connection. He was a werewolf, and his blood would regenerate so much quicker than it would have when he had been only human, he would nearly always be ready for those teeth in his neck, that moment of unbridled ecstasy at the connection between them.

His neck arched at the touch, nothing but invitation, ever invitation for his soulmate. He met Essek's gaze, even as his lips parted around a soft moan at the words.]

Ah... yes, I want that. I want that very much.

[He was ready to beg for it, to drop to his knees here and now and plead for Essek to make him come, to take his blood, to take him.]

Will you let me be the next? [And then lower, little more than a growl.] The only?

[ The edge of possession was not lost on Essek Thelyss, the very low growl was caught by his ears and he found himself shivering at the thought of Bren being possessive of him; it caused a thick warmth to pool ever downward and thus hardening him even further then he had already been. He remembered how Caleb had reacted when others had hit on him, a arm around a shoulder, a nuzzle to let the watcher know he was taken.

Nothing could precisely replicate the way that had made him feel, as if he was a treasure to be coveted; even if the only one he had ever wanted to open his coffers had been Widogast. It was nice to be admired; however, Bren's voice all breathy and deadly serious made him slow down in the dance until he was standing there in the circle of Bren's arms.

The undertone was feral and primal, it was a new nuance that he could not quite place ]

I am just as possessive as well, Chathiu.. [ his fingers took Bren's chin between them, the scruff dancing over his thumb as he searched those eyes, pressing himself closer ] Once I take you to bed, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.. and I will kill anyone who tries to touch you.

[ He said this so calmly but there was such deadly promise behind it ]

[Bren had forgotten all about dancing as well. The only thing that was important right now was having Essek in his arms, having the other man close enough that he could feel him, the borrowed warmth of the blood he'd fed on earlier, the familiar scent of him. It was intoxicating, and Bren wanted to bury his nose against skin and inhale until he was fully drunk on him.

He allowed himself a moment of just that, until his chin was taken and he found himself fixed by that gaze, still as he met those piercing, depthless eyes, the galaxies that swirled within them. The words had his throat going tight, a heat pooling, molten and heavy as his arousal stirred at the words.]

As if I am not already ruined. As if there could ever be anyone but you.

[Bren knew he had fallen, and knew that there was no return from this tumble, over the event horizon of the singularity that was Essek Thelyss.]

[ Essek pressed a fingertip against Bren's lips then before he drew away from Bren, with a sway that was familiar as time itself, a light dance and parry as he tugged on Bren's hand with his other, urging him on against Shadows, toward the stairs that could very well lead up to the Amber Room, and further pleasures for the both of them. He was thinking that perhaps now was the time that they moved to the bedroom.

The smile that the drowpire gave Bren was nearly enigmatic in nature. ]

Then let us retire so that we may get to a ruining of a more physical nature? This dance has given me a definite hunger for something that has not been on the menu in a very long time.

[ Sex, raw and filthy sex that was poised on the sweet promise of possession. Essek wanted to stake his claim, to bury his scent deep inside Bren; not quite realizing that was what the other man undoutedly wanted... was that primal scent marking ]

[Bren followed with that tug, fingers curling around Essek's hand, not ready to allow separation between them. The dance had broken, but Bren would maintain the touch as they made their way wherever it was that Essek would lead him. He would follow him anywhere, he realized, a moth to the starlit flame that was Essek Thelyss.

When he caught sight of that smile, his heart and his feet stumbled, but both righted themselves and kept on chasing after the vampire.]

There are things I am starving for as well.

[For Essek in his arms, those hands on him, for the feeling of the other man deep inside him. That was exactly wanted yes, to be claimed, to be marked in the most intimate way that Essek could, to be ruined with the scent of the other man, so that his mate could flood each and every one of his senses until their scents mingled, until Bren could smell himself on Essek as well, on his skin and lips and flowing through his veins.]

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