The whole thing was so familiar. Haven't they done this in hundreds or thousands of variations over the years? And yet every time, Su-jin was just as hungry for Tiras as he'd been that first time. And every time was bliss. Not just the sex, but they way it felt like they connected on a level more than just the physical. They way they were able to feed into each other.

"Let's go home," he rasped between panted breaths. Tiras knew as well as Su-jin did that the vampire's hunger for him was, in fact, literal. And, well, even Su-jin wasn't bold enough to risk the ire of their host by leaving blood stains in the Fae's house.

"Do you want a moment or shall I carry you the car?"