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Jealously clawed at Fang. Sy might have a killer voice, but the guy wasn’t
all that. Fang was a werewolf. He was lethal, possessive, and…and fuck he
was losing it. He needed to pull his shit together. He’d never reacted like
this with anyone else.
“This is still my investigation,” he snapped. “I’m just letting you tag
along. Keep acting like a shitwit and I’ll ditch you.”
Van spun on him so fast that Fang nearly collided with the vampire. “I’m
about sick and tired of your threats. I don’t even know who you are. Nobody
has heard of you at the Ministry. Care to explain that to me, wolfie?”
Fang had had enough. He swung, clocking Van on his roman jaw. The vampire
hissed and leapt at him, but Fang moved out the way just in time. He swung
again, but this time Van was anticipating the move. He grabbed Fang’s arm
and yanked it behind his back.
“Who the fuck are you?” Van growled in his ear.
“Detective Munch. I work with the Special Victims Unit.” Fang twisted and
spun out of Van’s hold. He slammed his fist into Van’s chest and then
followed that up with a leg swipe.
Van went down.
But he grabbed Fang and took him down as well. Van twisted at the last
second, and Fang slammed to the concrete on his back. The vampire laid flat
against him, baring his fangs. His red eyes blazed as his sharp fangs
gleamed under the streetlight. There was no way in hell Fang was going to
show his belly. His was too dominant for that.
Instead, he gripped the front of Van’s shirt and yanked the man down,
shoving his tongue deep into the vampire’s mouth. Van stiffened, as if
shocked by the move. Good. That was exactly the effect Fang was going for.
He couldn’t reveal who he truly was, so he had no choice but to shut Van up.
What better way than to kiss the guy? Unfortunately, his planned backfired.
Van’s heat soaked into Fang’s body, and he felt something hard rubbed
against his stomach. Fang’s intention was to show Van who the boss was, but
he found himself groaning as Van’s fingers twisted into his hair, pulling
roughly at the strands.
Fang bucked, and Van pressed his body harder into him, as if showing Fang
who the true boss was. Fuck it. He’d relent to Van for now. Van lapped at
Fang’s lips, nipped his lower one, and then cupped the back of Fang’s head,
pulling Fang closer.
Van wasn’t the only one who sported an erection right now. Fang was so damn
horny that if Van tried to fuck him right here on the street, Fang would let
him. There was just something about this vampire that drew Fang to the guy.
Van was a royal pain in the ass, uptight, distant at times, and yet Fang
wanted to burrow closer and take anything the vampire had to offer.
He could barely hear the street traffic around him. He hardly noticed the
people walking by who were staring at them in curiosity and confusion. The
scent of the ocean faded, and Fang’s world had shrunk until only Van existed
in it. Van nuzzled his neck, licking at his throat, and for the first time
in his life, Fang considered allowing a vampire to bite him. Fuck, he was on
the verge of begging Van to do just that.
“So sweet,” Van murmured into Fang’s neck. “Smell so good.”
Fang arched his back as Van sucked up a bruise on his throat. His fingers
gripped Van’s upper arms as he tilted his head to the side, giving Van all
the room he would need. It was as if Fang’s body was on fire, melting from
the inside out.
Their bodies rubbed together. Friction, that was what Fang needed. His cock
strained to be freed, throbbed to every lick and nip Van was giving him.
Fang gasped when Van captured his lips again and then bit gently on the
lower one, breaking skin.
Van tightened in his arms, as if he’d been given the greatest gift of all.
He sucked at Fang’s lower lip greedily, and Fang let him. A tingling storm
began at the base of Fang’s spine and skyrocketed around his groin. Oh god,
could Van really make him…He gasped again and gripped Van’s arms so tight
that he felt his nails digging in deep.
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