Gael slurped down the last of the blood. It tasted bland, probably because he wasn’t hungry. He closed the puncture wounds with a lick, looked into the woman’s eyes, and released her from the mental hold he had on her. She whimpered and clung to him, smelling of want and need.
He began untangling himself, wanting to get back to Archie. Archie whose scent didn’t change when Gael looked into his eyes—Archie who didn’t want to throw himself at him.
Gael frowned. He wanted Archie to throw himself at him. He’d never met anyone who didn’t want to grind themselves against him. The first years he’d found it amusing, and he might have taken advantage of it a time or two, but not knowing if the person was attracted to him for real never did sit well with him. A few years into his vampire life he s
