Chapter 8Cole’s first instinct was to push Brady down to the couch and devour him whole. He tasted the same, he smelled the same, and God, he even kissed the same. His fingers still did the little flexing thing against Cole’s neck as they kissed too, like he needed to feel the ripple of every muscle he could. Everything that was in Cole screamed to take what Brady offered and then take some more.
The hardest thing he’d done in a very long time was ignore his instincts.
Instead he let Brady control the kiss, opening when his tongue touched Cole’s lips, masking his fangs when Brady sought out the corners of his mouth. He could retract them when he dealt with humans, hiding his true identity, but when he was aroused, that became more difficult. Hunger, s*x, didn’t matter. His control over t
