“I told you my boy was good,” he said. “He tastes even better.”
His hand snaked around Jesse’s hip, grasping him at the base of his c**k. The squeeze was painful, blocking out the immediate urge to come, but that was eclipsed by the rake of fangs along his shoulder. Jess barely had time to take a deep breath before Gideon sank his teeth into the tight sinew at his nape.
Monique and Eric both looked at him with greedy, gluttonous eyes, but Jesse didn’t even wince. He had no doubt that if either tried to touch him at that moment, Gideon would make them sorry.
“I’m still getting my taste,” Monique murmured, sliding off the couch to kneel in front of him.
Jesse watched her warily, but she didn’t touch him. Gideon took a long, slow swallow, making his head spin, and began stroking his lengt
