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"Don't even think about it, Tommy Joe," Adam said, arm slipping around Tommy's waist from behind, cool breath whispering across Tommy's skin as he spoke.
"Why not?" Tommy asked, eyeing the guy on the other side of the club.
Tall, dark, and blue-eyed. Just Tommy's type. He'd been flirting for the past several minutes and seemed undeterred by Adam's presence. Tommy had to smirk at that. If the dude had any clue what Adam was—what Tommy was too—he'd probably run in the other direction. Or maybe not. There were plenty of humans out there with a vampire kink.
*
"You're mine and I don't share," Adam said, licking a stripe up Tommy's neck before nipping at the claim on Tommy's throat.
Tommy shivered. He loved Adam's possessive streak. It was the reason he played these games, the reason he flirted with other men … and women. It got Adam hot. Made him territorial as fuck, too. And that got Tommy hot … and fucked to within an inch of his unlife.
He felt the tension thrumming through Adam already. It wasn't going to take much more. Intent on tipping Adam over the edge, Tommy taunted, "Maybe I don't need your permission."
*
Adam palmed Tommy's dick. The guy across the club moved on.
"Fuck," Tommy moaned, head dropping back.
Arousal, possessiveness, and repressed violence rolled off Adam in waves.
Fingers threaded through Tommy's hair and Adam yanked his head to the side. Needle sharp fangs skimmed along his jugular.
"He might as well be my fucking doppelganger," Adam said against his ear. "You'd just end up calling my name while you ride his dick."
Tommy pressed his ass against Adam's erection. "Then make me ride yours."
Arm locked like steel around Tommy's waist, Adam pulled him into the shadows, growling, "My pleasure."