Nathaniel's kiss is almost savage when he withdraws and pushes back in, his hands bunching in the sheets as he moans. His control is thin tonight; it was probably why he'd been so furious when he'd come back into the bar.

It doesn't matter.

He tastes blood in their kiss, and it doesn't matter whose. His beast roars inside him, and the rhythm of Nathaniel's hips becomes demanding, deep, and forceful. It was all-consuming, his tongue tangled with Asher's as he moved in and out of his vampire's body.