Touch Him and...

Bram's heart thundered in his chest as he stood and followed Jett. Despite his eagerness, he held himself to a respectable, moderate pace—one that, for some reason, had his surroundings streaking past him with supernatural speed. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Jett's scent, the warm, drugged smell of an incubus curling around him, a beckoning finger, a siren song Bram wasn't sure he'd be able to resist even if he wanted to. 

And he really, really didn't want to. 

He belatedly realized he hadn't said a word to Aiden and Zayn before he left the table. Oops. Oh well. Surely they'd understand. 

It was obvious Jett had been to this hotel before as he led Bram down a service hallway, then into a small, dark room. Some kind of storage closet, Bram had to assume. He caught the chemical reek of cleaning supplies, but he didn't care when Jett's scent was right there, so mouth-watering, so alluring. 

Jett leaned back against a shelf, his gaze hooded as he inhaled deeply, and Bram felt the pull of that breath, the way it drew in more than just oxygen, the way it blurred his edges and carried some part of himself with it. 

Whatever he was inhaling, it had Jett's eyes taking on an ember glow before his eyelids fluttered shut. When he exhaled, it came out as a low, satisfied moan. "One night with you is going to feed me for weeks, isn't it?" 

While Bram didn't fully comprehend the intricacies of how incubus feeding worked, he was more than willing to do whatever it took to turn that 'weeks' into 'months.' Heat pooled low in his gut, and his dick thickened in his rented dress slacks. 

Jett grinned at him and tilted his head. He slid a hand under his collar, tugging it aside in a clear invitation. 

Bram took a step forward, his fangs tingling. He'd never wanted someone as much as he wanted Jett in that moment. He leaned in and inhaled; Jett did the same. That odd pulling sensation was stronger now that they were closer, now that Bram's mouth was hovering inches above Jett's neck and his mind was flooded with everything they were about to do. 

There was a chance he wouldn't survive this encounter—even just the thought of feeding on the incubus was dizzying. Intoxicating. All-consuming. But if this was the last thing he did, it'd be one hell of a way to go. 

Hands shaky with anticipation and arousal, Bram reached out to touch Jett.

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