I dipped closer. “I’ll see what I can do to keep your mind on me.”

“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Give me that! Fuck yeah!” we heard coming from the direction of the screen. It wasn’t Miko’s voice, seeing as Miko was groaning an unmistakable groan that his partner made clear he liked giving to him.

I watched Abel’s eyes frown even as I knew my eyes kept smiling.

Abel shook his head.

I bent deeper and touched my mouth to his before I turned in his lap to look back at the screen. I caught Miko pulling out none too gently and shoving the guy off the table. With his jeans around his thighs and after what just happened, he didn’t have it in him to do much but throw a hand out to break his fall.

It was then I stopped enjoying what I was seeing.

Because the guy didn’t go for his jeans. He rolled to his ass, lifting his eyes to Miko, and the look on his face was chilling.

Worship.

Sycophantic adoration that was not healthy in the slightest.

That guy would die for Miko. That guy had taken a beating from Moose, and even though Abel had wiped that memory from his mind, he was still battered and bruised and had taken what he’d just taken, then was tossed aside perfunctorily, not even being given a kiss.

And now, standing with his eyes pinned to a spot in the room we couldn’t see with our cameras, stroking his own cock, keeping it hard, Miko said, “You. Next. Jeans to thighs, but I’m going to fuck your face.”

Another young man came on screen and stood meekly in front of the vampire, pulling his jeans down to his thighs. Even though he did this without hesitation, Miko must have lost patience because he shoved the guy to his knees.

Then without any ado, gentleness, or even a hint he gave a shit, fisting his hand in the guy’s hair, he commenced.

They were playthings, servicing him.

And they didn’t care.

They loved it.

Worshiped it.

Would do anything for it.

“We shouldn’t have let those guys loose,” I whispered, not getting off on watching it now.

“You think?” Abel muttered.

“They need help.” I looked to Abel. “If this is who they are, they should find a healthy relationship, settle down, adopt a baby.”

“That’s not what they want,” Abel replied, a perpetual flinch on his face since he was still staring at the screen.

“What?”

He looked to me. “They’re hangers.”

“Hangers?”

“Those guys gave me a bad feeling so I talked to Lucien about it and he told me about them,” Abel explained. “Hangers are humans who somehow sense the existence of vampires. They live on the edge of the vampire world, not being let in but wanting it, not understanding who we really are or how we really are.”

He tipped his head to the screen and kept sharing.