“I felt you, you know.” He worked Jesse’s fly, opening and reaching inside in order to scratch his nails down the throbbing shaft. “Through Emma. With Emma. I felt everything.”
“I…I know.” Gideon’s fingertip scraped across his crown, catching for a moment at the slit. The tip was coated with pre-come. “I felt you, too. Felt how…how hungry you were for her. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as overwhelming as that.”
“Not even when I feed off you?”
Gideon pulled his hand free of Jesse’s pants, shoving the garment down his slim hips. Jesse would have voiced protest if Gideon hadn’t shifted his mouth back to his neck, and this time, the distinct prick of fangs razed over his skin.
“I…” Gideon’s fangs distracted him. It was difficult to answer his question, when all he could think about
