INTENSE
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The young vampire wouldn't stop touching Adrian.
His name was Rafael, newly turned, and he'd come to Adrian for healing—his sire had botched the transformation. But during the session, he kept finding excuses to touch Adrian's arm, his hand, his shoulder.
"Your blood is amazing," Rafael said, a little too breathlessly. "I've never felt anything like it."
"That's the healing taking effect," Adrian said neutrally, stepping back to create distance.
"No, it's you. There's something about you specifically." Rafael moved closer again. "I can feel why you're the Coordinator. You're special."
Adrian heard a low growl and looked up to see Kieran in the doorway, his eyes dangerously red.
"Session's over," Kieran said flatly. "Your transformation is complete. Leave."
Rafael looked confused. "But I thought—"
"Now."
The command in Kieran's voice sent Rafael scrambling away. Once alone, Kieran locked the door and turned to Adrian with an expression that was pure predatory possession.
"He was touching you," Kieran said, voice deadly calm.
"He's a fledgling. Newly turned vampires are affectionate—"
"He was touching what's mine."
"Kieran, I'm not property—"
"You're mine." Kieran crossed the room in a blur, pinning Adrian against the wall. "Mine to touch. Mine to hold. Mine to mark. And I'm going to remind you of that. Right now."
"Here? In the clinic?"
"Here. Now. Where that fledgling's scent is still in the air. I'm going to erase it, replace it with mine."
Adrian's body responded immediately to the possessive intensity. "Someone could come in—"
"I locked the door. And I don't care if they hear." Kieran's hand slid down Adrian's body. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," Adrian gasped.
"Say it like you mean it."
"I'm yours! Only yours, always yours—Kieran please—"
Kieran spun him around, pressing his chest to the wall. He pulled Adrian's pants down roughly and entered him with minimal preparation—Adrian was already ready, arousal making preparation unnecessary.
"This is mine," Kieran growled, moving hard and fast. "Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your eternity is mine."
"Yes!" Adrian could barely form words. "All yours—everything—"
Kieran's pace was punishing, possessive, claiming Adrian thoroughly. When he reached around to stroke Adrian in time with his thrusts, Adrian came almost immediately, crying out Kieran's name.
Kieran followed moments later, biting down on Adrian's shoulder as he released deep inside him.
They stayed pressed together, both panting, until Kieran carefully pulled out and turned Adrian to face him.
"I'm sorry," Kieran said, his eyes clearing from red to grey. "That was possessive and territorial and—"
"Hot," Adrian interrupted. "That was incredibly hot. Also, I love when you get jealous."
"I shouldn't get jealous. You're bonded to me. No other vampire could take you."
"But it's nice knowing you still want to claim me." Adrian kissed him. "I'm yours. Completely. No fledgling's awkward flirting will change that."
"I know. But seeing him touch you, hearing him compliment you in that tone—something primal took over."
"The possessive vampire mate instinct. It's natural." Adrian smiled. "And kind of sexy."
They cleaned up quickly, adjusting clothes and making themselves presentable. But Adrian walked funny for the rest of the day, and everyone definitely knew why.
Wei took one look at him and burst out laughing. "Let me guess—Kieran saw someone flirting with you?"
"How did you know?"
"Because you're walking like he just fucked you into next week, and he's got that smug possessive expression. Vampires are so predictable."