As good of a struggle as Dean was putting on, all that friction he mentioned was rubbing Lindsey all the right ways. It was like riding a bucking bull, all that power and boundless energy trapped between his legs, it was quite a ride.

Lindsey avoided both blows by placing his head slightly to the right of his fighting hunter, and when he laughed it was right by Dean's ear.

"Oh, you're wrong there, Deano, there's plenty who'll spread their legs for a vampire with money and power. You're privileged to be chosen. Now, be a good bitch and spread those legs." He humped sensually along Dean's back as he gave Dean a few more squeezes to make sure he was nice and hard.