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want to touch and taste what I’ll be claiming. I’ll spread your ass wide so I can lick and suck at the pretty hole that’s mine. I want you to know who you belong to for that night.”
    Quenton could do nothing but pant as he listened to Reaper. His penis throbbed as he imagined the man licking and sucking and taking his body. He never bottomed, but with Reaper, he would gladly take whatever the man wanted to give him.
    “Are you hard for me, Quen? I’m hard just thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”
    “Yes,” he said on a gasp.
    “That’s good. Now take your cock out and jack off with me. Imagine it’s my hand rubbing and pulling. Are you doing it? I am, and it feels so good.”
    The image of Reaper naked across a bed masturbating almost made Quenton come. Fumbling, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his erection out. He was so hard and had already started leaking.
    “Is your cock out, Quen?” Reaper growled.
    “Yes,” he said as he closed his eyes and began stroking himself.
    “Do you wish I was there? Sucking you? Licking you?”
    “Yes, fuck yes.”
    “Where are you? Tell me where you are.”
    “Office. I’m in my office.”
    A brush of air went over his hot flesh and Quenton opening his eyes to find Reaper kneeling before him. The big Hunter was shirtless with his pants hanging open and his red hair spilling around his shoulders. Enormous fangs appeared as he opened his mouth and slowly eased down to swallow Quenton’s cock. Quenton thrust his hips against the heat and wetness, willing himself not to come. Fuck, the man he’d been fantasizing about was kneeling before him, and he didn’t want it to end before it began.
    Reaper hummed low as Quenton felt his cock hit the back of the other man’s throat. Quenton sobbed out a breath as he ran his fingers through the mass of blood-red hair spreading out across his body. He’d wanted to touch Reaper forever but had never dared before now. When Reaper began to move his mouth up and down Quenton’s erection, he could only grasp onto that glorious hair and hold on. He gasped and whimpered as the other man’s mouth drove him higher and higher toward release.
    Even as Quenton shook his head in denial, he came, flooding Reaper’s mouth. Shit, shit, shit. He’d wanted it to last. The only time he’d ever have him, and it went too quick because he couldn’t stay in control.
    He opened his eyes to watch Reaper slowly and thoroughly lick his shrinking cock. The redhead smiled at him, his grin feral and promising.
    “This makes me want you naked in my bed that much more. Don’t keep me waiting too long, Quen, or I may start hunting you.” Reaper leaned up and captured Quenton’s mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. A moment later he was gone, leaving Quenton half-naked and alone in his office.
    * * * *
    Grimm collapsed, face first, onto his bed and closed his eyes. The entire night had been one long exercise in patience. They’d found nothing after the initial scent. They’d searched. It was as if all the blood-addicted had suddenly decided to take the night off. Grimm wished to hell they could get a handle on what was going on. If they could figure out who was behind everything then they could hunt them down and eliminate them. End of story. He preferred hunting and killing to endlessly walking around dark streets, sniffing the air like some fucking dog.
    His phone beeped, signaling a call. Ignore? No, he couldn’t. If it was Kenshin he’d just come looking for him. But he shouldn’t since he and the rest of the Hunters had to sit through some bullshit meeting when they got back. Fuck, he hoped that wasn’t going to be the norm every time they went out hunting. Without looking at the screen he hit the receive button. “What?”
    “Grimm?”
    The soft female voice in his ear made his skin break out in goose bumps and he instantly got hard. “Kate, hey. How are you?”
    “Is this a bad time? I hope I didn’t wake