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he slid his mouth over the strong jaw, and down along Kieran’s neck.
    “H…hungry. Your lips are…” Kieran’s chin lifted, the fine-grained skin soft under Lucien’s lips.
    “You have no idea.” Licking and nibbling, he kept his touches soft and slow, at odds with his hips, which continued to drive his need deep into Kieran’s body.
    His lips passed over the bite mark again and he groaned. Yes, he needed this. Growling, he bit again, Kieran’s lifeblood flowing into him. Kieran went still, a shocked cry sounding as his fingers wrapped tightly around Lucien’s shoulders.
    His own hips didn’t stop; they couldn’t now that the feeding and the fucking were linked. Running his tongue across the deep bites, Lucien soothed where he’d bitten, even as he drew more of the blood into himself. His fingers bit into Kieran’s hips, bruising in their intensity as he brought Kieran’s body in to meet his every thrust.
    Lucien felt it when Kieran’s shock faded, when instinct overtook uncertainty and the man moved again. Yes. Yes, that was it. Kieran had such lovely instincts, such beautiful hunger.
    Flipping them suddenly, Lucien put Kieran beneath him as he drove into the delicious body over and over again and his hand wrapped around Kieran’s cock.
    Heat sprayed over his fingers as Kieran’s ass clenched, holding him tight as a fist. That tightness, and the way Kieran’s blood changed its flavor with the orgasm, spurred Lucien to his own. Cry filling the room, he pumped into Kieran’s ass.
    The man went limp beneath him, heavy and boneless, heart pounding furiously. It would take Kieran a moment or two to recover from both coming and losing blood. It was an irony that Lucien’s own energy and vigor increased as his lover’s decreased.
    He placed kisses over Kieran’s face, humming softly. “Such a lovely man.”
    Face turning toward the kisses, Kieran made sweet, happy noises. Lucien brought their mouths together, Kieran’s lips pliable and sweet beneath his own. There would be questions, Kieran was too curious, too smart not to have questions, but for these moments Kieran was as his own. Lucien savored the time, as he savored the taste of sated pleasure in Kieran’s mouth.
    “Stay for a while?” Kieran sounded almost surprised to have asked.
    “I would love to sleep with you in my arms, Kieran, and to wake again to find myself with you.” He cried out as his prick slid from Kieran’s body, the lack of heat and silken tightness around him a loss.
    “Such a poet.” Kieran stayed close, cheek nuzzling his shoulder, the bare stubble just rasping.
    A ripple of delight moved through him. Kieran offered one sensation after another to him. It truly was lovely. “You bring it out in me.”
    “It’s my job, encouraging poets.”
    That made him laugh, delighted once again by this man he held. “And do you encourage them all in this manner?”
    “Only the good ones.”
    “I have found those to be few and far in between.” One could wait decades for a good poet, or a good lover, to come by. Of course, he had all the time in the world.
    Lucien licked at the corner of Kieran’s mouth, and then at his lips. Kieran was so sensual, and curious—he would make an excellent companion through time. Lucien had to laugh at himself. It had been a long time since he had been so taken with a man.
    “You look happy.” Kieran’s eyelashes tickled his skin as the man blinked.
    Lucien ran a finger along Kieran’s spine. “I do believe I am, Kieran.” His other hand came up, fingers tracing over features already familiar from the evening’s lovemaking, from looking so often with his fingertips. “And are you?”
    “Yes. Most definitely.” Kieran spoke the truth, the deep lines beside the man’s eyes faded beneath his fingers.
    “Then it was a good night for both of us.”
    It was a night well spent, and now the heaviness of impending dawn pulled him toward sleep, despite his recent feeding.
    “Are there