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Daring Adam (MMM)

Taking Chances 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 46,635
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[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, vampires, HFN]

A loner by nature, the several-centuries-old vampire, Darien, has everything under control. He has his friend and long-time lover, Zephyr the incubus, and he is the master of his own territory. But then, dead bodies are left in a silent challenge for him to find, and though he suspects it to be the work of a vampire, he has no proof. Just when he thinks that nothing else could go wrong, he meets Adam, the newborn vampire. Trying to protect him, Darien is dragged in the old catacombs where he has to face an old enemy and the power behind her.

Now everything becomes a race against time for Adam and Zephyr rushing to get to Darien, painfully aware that the decisions they make and the people they trust could mean the difference between life and death for them or Darien.

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The youngster’s eyes, black with bloodlust, widened but he held his ground. Apparently, he didn’t find Darien’s five-foot-two height and wiry frame to be much of a threat. The older vampire snickered to himself. Many had made that mistake in the past and only a few lived to regret it.

“Who are you?”

Darien ignored the question and smiled serenely, showing a bit of fang as he approached him. The fledgling’s eyes widened in horror.

“Oh, God! You’re a demon like her. Stay away from me!”

A smile lifted the corners of Darien’s mouth as he waited to see what the newborn’s next move was going to be. When nothing happened, the elder winked and stepped closer.

The blond almost jumped from his skin. And apparently ego overruled fear and the fledgling took an intimidating step forward. The elder regarded him silently. The fledgling seemed taller up close. He could have passed as scary if not for the glint of wariness in his eyes or the scent of fear coming off him.

Something stirred deep inside Darien that he couldn’t understand. There was no reason for it. He’d never met the man and he wasn’t the one responsible for his turning, but he felt drawn to him in a way he had never felt before. And that wasn’t something he was comfortable with, so he pushed the thought away and turned his attention back to the fledgling and his challenge.

The fledgling mistook his silence for fear and took another step forward, the blood on his face burning crimson under the moonlight.

“You don’t want to do that.”

Those dark eyes gleamed and it was all the warning Darien had before the newborn lunged. The elder dodged it easily and waited for the blond’s next move, his mind reveling in the joy of the hunt.

“You have a death wish or something?”

With a snarl, the fledgling attacked again, his hands extended, fingers curled, and fangs exposed. Darien sidestepped easily and grabbed him by the throat, squeezing. The blond’s hands flew to his neck and clawed at the fingers crushing his windpipe.

“Don’t let my looks fool you, hot shot. I’m not an easy prey. You’ll have to learn to pick your fights. Or you won’t live long enough to regret it.” His voice was stern, his eyes narrowed dangerously, but his hand decreased his pressure to allow speaking.

“Maybe I don’t want to live anymore.”

“In that case, I’m happy to oblige. It would spare me of all this trouble you’re causing.”

Fingers tightened their grip around the fledgling’s throat and he gasped, lips turning blue. Darien watched him, asserting his condition. The kid caught the elder’s eyes and held them and the older vampire could pinpoint the exact moment the blond’s vision tunneled. The night and everything around them disappeared as the elder watched. Waiting. Serenity spread over the fledgling’s face, but then, one second later, his body rebelled. He sprang back to life, fighting and struggling. His hand clawed deftly at Darien’s wrist and his eyes snapped open, a world of terror written in them.

“Are you sure this is what you want, fledgling?” The vampire increased the pressure another notch and carefully watched the youngster’s reaction. Fear washed over the kid and he increased his futile attempts to free himself.

“No, I don’t think this is what you wish.”

The kid rebelled at the truth behind the words, but stopped his struggling. He wasn’t stupid apparently.

“Is it, fledgling?” Darien shook him, his hold still in place.

The young one tried to nod, but the fingers crushing his windpipe wouldn’t allow it. He opened his mouth to speak, but only few strangled sounds came out.


The hold on his neck lessened enough to allow the words to form.


“Yes, what?”

“Yes, siiir.”

Darien bit back a snicker.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s not what I meant. Do you want to die?”

The fledgling’s eyes closed, despair spreading over his face, and his shoulders hunched.

“Do you?” Darien probed again.

The blond shook his head.

“No.” His voice broke, like he was afraid to admit it.

“Who are you?”

The elder kept his voice calm, demanding a quick answer.


“Where is your sire?”

“My what?”

“Your sire. The one who made you.”

“You mean that devil’s spawn?” His upper lip curled in a sneer, the fangs and the blood still dripping from the corners of his mouth making him look like a madman.

“I’ll kill her.”

Darien believed the determination behind the words, all the while knowing all too well what it would take for the kid to stand up to his sire.

“How exactly are you planning to do it? You don’t stand a prayer against me and going against your sire is the hardest thing you’ll ever do.”

Adam snorted and struggled again. The grip around his throat tightened again, but he didn’t reek of fear anymore.

“I’ll find a way.”

“Settle down, little one.”

“I’m not little! I’m bigger than you. Let me go!” Adam pulled again at the fingers choking him.

“Yeah, a whole lot of good that did you.” Darien shrugged but removed his hand. “Here! You’re free. What will you do now?”

He watched Adam, half expecting him to pounce or run, but the kid just stared at him.

“Who are you?”


“Dare.” He rolled the name on his mind as if weighing it. “Yeah, I believe it suits you.”


“Oh, I think I’ll call you Dare.”




Darien took another step toward Adam until he was almost on top of him. The temperature in the room spiked several degrees and Adam’s cock throbbed, going from flaccid to rock hard in less than a second. The fledgling turned to look the elder in the eyes, closing in the small distance between them.

“What about now? Will you touch me now? I won’t break.”

 A low growl rolled in Darien’s throat. His pupils changed, dilated until his eyes were almost black.

“No, you won’t.”

With their gazes still locked, the elder tilted his head and slowly, oh so slowly, their lips met.

Dare’s mouth was firm yet so soft on Adam’s. The elder kept things casual, their mouths barely touching and then, when Adam’s lips tingled with need, the elder deepened the kiss. Shivers ran down his spine and he craved a deeper contact with the older vampire. The fledgling’s lips spread under Darien’s and their tongues met. Aroused beyond imagining, he was already leaking. Blood boiled in his veins and everything else disappeared but the vampire who was kissing him.

God, it felt good. Better than good. Warmth spread through the fledgling’s body and he pressed his body against the elder’s. A low sound rumbled in his throat and he rubbed himself against Dare. The elder wrapped his arms around Adam and pulled him closer. He rocked his hips, their cocks rubbing together, hard prick against hard prick.

The fledgling sank his hands in Darien’s hair and pulled, trying to get better leverage. He pulled and pressed and pulled again like he was unable to make up his mind. The elder snaked his hands down Adam’s body to his buttocks and lifted him, flushing him against his body. With their mouths still glued together but the kissing long forgotten, Adam wrapped his legs around Darien’s waist. The older vampire pressed the fledgling against the sink at his back and ground against him, hard and fast. Denim scratched his skin though the thin fabric of Adam’s pajama bottoms.

Adam whimpered and clutched at the elder’s back as he rubbed himself furiously against Darien’s cock. Skin. He needed skin. Oh God, how he needed. Counting on the vampire to hold him up, the fledgling let go of Dare’s shoulders and headed for the elder’s fly. His hands trembled, his fingers too big for his own palms, and it took him forever to unbutton Dare’s jeans. Once the pants were undone, the vampire’s cock sprang free, hard and warm and leaking. Without losing another moment, Adam wrapped his fingers around it, slowly pulling at it, his hand circling the head on each upstroke.

The skin under his hand was soft above the hard flesh and so hot it almost burned his fingers and all he could think of was how he needed more of it. He ran his palm over the gland, over and over again, spreading the lubricant he found there over the length.

Darien moaned, his prick jumping in Adam’s hold. He propped the fledgling higher on the edge of the bathroom sink, holding him up with his own body, and tugged at his pajama bottom. He fought with the string and when the knot refused to give in to him, he just ripped it open. The pants’ soft cotton followed next and half a second later their dicks touched.

The fledgling caught their cocks together with a firm hold and rubbed. They glided against each other and, by God, it felt incredible. With low, unarticulated sounds that he wasn’t even aware of, the fledgling sped up.

The elder pressed himself harder against Adam, catching his hand between their bodies and stilling his moving. The sink’s edge dug hard into the fledgling’s ass and thighs and he bit his lip to refrain from crying out, his arousal spiking up another notch. Darien ran his hands roughly up the fledgling’s body and pulled his head back to the brink of pain.

Oh God, don’t stop. Adam rocked his hips searching for friction, but the older vampire pushed harder against him. He was so close. Damn him for stopping.

“What’s wrong?” He could barely hear himself over the pounding in his ears. He struggled to open his eyes and found Darien watching him with an intensity that took his breath away. The elder’s pupils were dilated, making his eyes look huge and dark.

With their eyes still locked, the older vampire tilted his head to the side exposing his throat.


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