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not for Vane’s arm around his waist.
    Behind him, Vane shifted position, although Moss couldn’t have said what his lover was doing. Vane leaned over him, strong hand still holding Moss tight. With their bodies flush together, Vane whispered in Moss’s ear, “Do you want me to fuck you, my beauty?”
    Vane’s cock nudged at Moss’s hole, and the thought of being so intimately connected to Vane made Moss harden once more. “Yes! Vane…Please, yes!”
    Vane didn’t wait to be told twice and thrust inside Moss. Vane’s big dick spread him open, splitting him into two. Vane’s tongue had provided the only preparation, and the spanking from before didn’t help. It hurt, it hurt so badly, and yet so beautifully. When Vane’s cock hit something inside Moss, Moss cried out, the sensations swamping his body. Pain and pleasure tore through him, casting away everything he’d ever thought was real.
    As Vane began to move in and out of him, Moss forgot everything outside this bed. He curled his fingers around the headboard, nails scraping uselessly against the wood. Vane fucked him hard, relentless in his passion, and Moss took it all. With every thrust, he was propelled into a new world, a place where he didn’t have to be the big brother, the responsible son, or respectable young gentleman. He could just be free, relinquish everything into Vane’s irrefutable hold, and surrender his will with no fear.
    It went on and on, the orgasm so close, and yet so far away. Moss thought he’d surely lose his mind with the onslaught of sensation. And then, Vane embedded his fangs in Moss’s throat, and the ecstasy of feeding flooded Moss’s every pore. Moss heard a voice whisper in his head. “Come for me.”
    Moss exploded, screaming Vane’s name. He rode his orgasm like a wave, pleasure blending with pain and his bliss echoing Vane’s. For the longest time, he just lay there, exhausted and boneless. He felt his hands being released, and he curled his body, wanting to feel Vane’s warmth once more. For some reason, the sheets were cold.
    When he opened his eyes, he realized the same thing had happened as the other time. He’d dreamed the whole thing. Sighing, he cleaned up and went to bed, wondering why he still felt the pressure of invisible bindings biting into his wrists.
     
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    The next morning, Moss woke up still confused and frustrated from his dream. He had no idea what to make of it, especially since it contained a flashback of the horrible episode with his friend. What could have caused it?
    By rights, he shouldn’t have been aroused by being tied up and fucked into the wall by a man—and a bloodkin, at that. His body didn’t seem to care. Even now, Moss’s shaft throbbed, aching for release. Moss groaned, willing it to go away and knowing he had little chances of prevailing over his suddenly lustful body.
    He reached for his cock under the covers and massaged it slowly, rubbing his thumb across the leaking tip. The motion didn’t satisfy him, as he imagined a rougher caress, a more violent, raw passion. In his mind, he relived the dream and sped up the strokes of his hand. His wrists ached once more, as if he were bound and at Vane’s mercy.
    It didn’t take long for him to come. Vane’s scent and taste seemed to surround him, and he found his peak, crying out Vane’s name. As he came down from the high of the orgasm, though, the disappointment and loneliness returned with a vengeance. Shaking himself, Moss got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He had a job to do, and he couldn’t linger in his bed forever and dream about his boss.
    A different thought flashed through him as he scanned through the bathing room. He’d left the cleaning cloth somewhere around here, too exhausted and spent to figure out a better place to put it. He needed to get rid of the evidence of his spent passion. He’d die of shame if Pena or the others saw it.
    Growing up, he’d experienced wet dreams many times,