A thrill rolled through Gideon. Even if they were here for other reasons, seeing Jesse offering his body like this, watching the others drool and trip over themselves to get to him first, made Gideon ache with the desire to fuck him raw himself. This was often the best part about going to Sangre. Vampires fed on desire as much as blood. And in spite of everything else, Jesse wanted this.
Gideon refrained from openly rubbing his cock, taking a step back to allow the others room. “Let’s see how much come we can make my slut take. Who wants to be first?”
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On the drive over to the club, Jesse had been resigned. It needed to be done. Gideon going on his own wasn’t an option, and Jesse recalled the eager anticipation that used to mark their visits to the club. Each wisp of excitement would be derailed by something akin to guilt. Going to the club required complete surrender. Wouldn’t it be a farce to surrender control he didn’t have?