[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, HEA]
Marc Duggon was on a mission. He knew that Lowell Erickson was up to no good and he was determined to prove it. It was the only way he could keep his friends safe. But Marc has no idea that breaking into the man's lavish estate would give him someone else to protect.
Jasper was a blood slave. He had been a blood slave longer than he could remember. His life was hell, a series of beatings and being an unwilling donor to a coven of bloodthirsty vampires. It sucked, especially when the prince of his coven decides Jasper is no longer useful and sells him to the highest bidder. But the man waiting for him after the auction is not the new master Jasper expects.
One, he's human.
Two, he's the sexiest damn man Jasper has ever seen and his blood calls to Jasper's heart and soul.
Three, Jasper isn't so sure that Marc is his new master.
Marc fights for their freedom like a man possessed, promising Jasper everything he ever dreamed of, but Jasper hesitates to believe all of the things Marc tells him, especially when the man agrees to do something Jasper never expects. But believing Marc's outlandish tales won't mean a thing if they can't escape the most vicious vampire prince the world has ever known.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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After checking for noise, Marc pushed the door open and stepped inside. He had been expecting another storage room.
He was wrong.
The room was surrounded on three sides by couches, and they were fancy-looking couches. The cushions were as white as snow, but the actual frames were gilded in gold. Marc had seen something like this in a museum in France. There wasn’t enough money in the world to make him sit in one of the fragile couches. He didn’t want to end up on the floor on his ass.
The third wall was covered in a deep crimson red curtain that fell all of the way to the floor. It drew Marc like a beacon. He didn’t know what he would find behind the curtain, and he was almost afraid to find out. But he had to know.
Marc stepped over to the deep blood-red cloth and parted it just enough to see inside the small room attached. There was light, but it seemed to be coming from a room beyond the curtained room. The room he was staring into was dark enough that Marc felt safe stepping through the crimson veil. He made sure that the curtain was closed behind him and didn’t cast any light into the small closed-off room.
When he turned, he marveled at what he was seeing. It was a viewing room of some sort. A chair sat central in the room, a small table next to it with a small console with a big black button in the middle of it.
The far wall was made of glass from about midpoint up the wall all of the way to the ceiling. Through the glass, Marc could see at least five other windows such as his, even if he could not see the occupants. In the center of all the viewing rooms was what looked like some sort of raised platform, like a stage.
Marc crouched down on the floor and searched his backpack for his night vision goggles. Peaking just over the edge of the partition, he looked at the other rooms. Three of the five rooms were vacant. The other two had men sitting in the chairs in the middle of the rooms.
He really hoped whoever was in them couldn’t see him.
Marc winced when the ceiling light in the middle of the viewing rooms suddenly came on. He quickly lowered his night vision goggles and dropped back down behind the partition. He took a moment to rub his aching eyeballs and then peeked back over the edge and through the glass again.
What he saw sent shivers of rage through Marc. It was obvious from one look that the two men entering the room were vastly different. One was a guard, and one was not. The guard was dressed in black leather with an automatic rifle in his hands.
The young man, however, was dressed in a long, flowing crimson-red cape, about the same color as the curtains behind Marc. Marc didn’t understand why the man just stood there when the guard pulled his hood back and then pulled the cloak from his body until he saw the man’s bound hands.
And holy fuck, the man was stark-ass naked.
He was rather slim, but Marc could see a few muscles here and there. His skin was alabaster white, as if he had never seen sunlight before. Marc wasn’t able to make out the man’s eye color, but he did notice the collar-length mocha-brown hair.
Marc didn’t even want to look any further than that considering that the man was obviously a prisoner, but he couldn’t help himself. His jaw dropped when he caught sight of the very nice flaccid cock hanging from the man’s hairless groin. Oh hell, did they shave the man before putting him on display?
Who were these fuckers?
He clenched his teeth as the man’s bound hands were drawn above his head and placed over a hook hanging from the ceiling. The guard stepped back into the shadows and the small platform began to slowly spin. It was no doubt meant to give each viewer time to peruse the merchandise.
Marc blinked in shock as a voice came over the loud speaker and began presenting the merchandise for the viewers.
“Jasper is AB negative due to the absence of his proteins A, B, and Rh. As only 1% of the human population has an AB Negative blood type, Jasper is considered quite a rare find. To add to his resume, Jasper has no human chemicals in his system. He does not smoke, drink, or do drugs of any kind. As he has been kept in virtual isolation by his former master, his system is clean of any human influence.”
“The bidding will begin at one hundred thousand dollars.”
Whoever was in control of this place was auctioning the man hanging from a hook in the middle of the ceiling off to the highest bidder. And two things were readily apparent. One, Jasper was human. Two, he was being auctioned off as a blood slave.
“The bidding is now at one hundred and fifty thousand. Do I hear one seventy-five?”
Marc couldn’t allow this to happen. No matter what his mission was, he couldn’t just stand by and watch some poor man being sold off. It went against everything he fought for, everything he believed in.
There had to be a way for Marc to rescue Jasper, and if not continue his mission, at least escape with his life intact, and hopefully Jasper’s, too. He just had to figure out exactly how to accomplish both objectives without getting either of them killed.
“The bidding is now at two hundred thousand,” the voice over the loud speaker stated. “Do I hear two hundred and fifty thousand?”
Marc was really starting to hate that voice.
He dropped down behind the partition wall again and grabbed for his backpack. He had packed light when he went on this mission, assuming it would only involve reconnaissance. But he wasn’t stupid.
He always brought a few toys from home.
“You are playing with fire, moron. I’m not a monster like them, but you are tempting a newly turned bloodsucker.” Jasper inwardly cringed at what he had just called himself, but he had to make Marc see what he was doing to Jasper. He was only hum—crap, not anymore. Now he had something else to add to his crappy-things-that-happened-to-him list. It seemed to be growing pretty damn fast lately.
“It’s okay, Jasper. You’re not taking from me or forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do,” Marc said as he turned his head and barred his throat to Jasper. “I’m offering.”
Jasper groaned as the pulse in Marc’s throat called to him. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was more than he could ignore, especially when Marc seemed so willing. Jasper leaned forward and scraped his fangs along the arch of Marc’s neck.
As he sank his fangs into Marc’s skin, he heard as well as felt the low moan that rolled up the man’s throat. Marc’s hands tightened on Jasper’s arms as Jasper began to suck, hot, delicious, and soul-satisfying blood splashing across his tongue.
Jasper could feel the life-giving nutrients of Marc’s blood sink into his cells, bringing them back to life, invigorating them. The rush to his system was overwhelming. His heart jolted, and his pulse began pounding. The very air around him seemed electrified.
He could feel Marc’s heart thudding against his own, the man’s body tensing. Jasper froze as his senses leapt to life. He could smell Marc’s blood, taste it on his tongue. But there was something else in the air, something more.
When Marc groaned and moved Jasper to the cradle of his thighs, Jasper knew, and he gloried in Marc’s reaction. He had never been aroused by any vampire that fed from him. Maybe it was different for Marc since the man was offering his blood instead of having in forced from him.
Jasper could only hope so.
He reached down and palmed Marc’s hard erection through the tattered material covering him. Marc groaned and flinched away. For a moment, Jasper thought he had read things wrong, that Marc wasn’t turned on by being bitten, until he felt Marc’s hand move his and then the man started humping against him.
Still, Jasper was confused by Marc’s reaction. He quickly withdrew his teeth and licked the bite mark closed, not wanting Marc to continue bleeding. And then he raised his head to look down into Marc’s face.
“I’m a little tender down there, baby. That fucking blond vampire with the scar down his cheek tried to kick my nuts up into my throat.”
“Is that his name?”
Jasper nodded and glanced down toward Marc’s crotch. He was surprised to find that even with the low light, he could see Marc perfectly. And he was right. There were bruises on the skin that Jasper could see through the torn fabric. If Victor had damaged Marc’s goodies, Jasper was going to hunt the man down and rip his balls from his body. He was horny, but he wasn’t a bastard. If Marc couldn’t do anything, Jasper wouldn’t force the man.
“You should have said something.”
“Jasper.” Marc sounded really exasperated. “I can understand you licking my cuts, but I wasn’t about to ask you to lick my balls.”
Jasper smirked as he glanced up at Marc. “Why not? I would have enjoyed it. And I can guarantee you would have, too.” He hoped, considering he had never licked a nut in his life. But for Marc…yeah, buddy.
He didn’t wait for Marc’s reply, which he was sure would be slow in coming as Marc’s jaw had dropped open. Jasper moved down so that he was kneeling between Marc’s legs. He carefully removed the fabric that covered Marc’s injured flesh, wincing when he saw the bruising. Damn, that had to hurt. “I think you have redefined blue balls, Marc.”
“Thanks, I think.”
Jasper leaned down and licked a long line from the bottom of Marc’s balls up to the tip of his cock. Hmm, salty.
“Oh fuck, Jasper.”
Jasper grinned wickedly at the man. Oh, yeah, he had put that look of total desire on Marc’s face. Jasper would have gotten up to do a happy dance if he didn’t have Marc’s nuts presently at his lips.
Jasper started his crusade to fix Marc balls, licking them several times before sucking each small globe into his mouth. He wanted to ensure that every inch of abused flesh was well healed before he moved on. When Marc’s sac pulled up tight against his body, Jasper knew it was time to move on.
He might not have any experience with a man, but he had plenty with his hand. He knew the signs of an impending orgasm when he saw one. Jasper hadn’t a clue what he was doing, but he did have a very active imagination. He had had plenty of time in the fucking dark to envision all sorts of things, even naughty thoughts at times. There just never was a face, because hell if he was imagining one of the vampires as he got himself off.
But now he had a face, and what a damn handsome face it was.
He began by licking up each side of Marc’s cock, making sure he covered each inch of the massive shaft with his tongue. When Marc’s cock began to pulse and jerk, Jasper sucked the tip into his mouth.
The taste of pre-cum exploded on Jasper’s tongue, and he knew he wanted more. Marc’s seed tasted just as good as his blood. Using his tongue, Jasper licked at the tender depression beneath the mushroom-shaped head and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit at the top, licking away the salty taste of Marc’s desires. He enveloped the hard flesh and began to suck earnestly, swallowing Marc’s cock until it hit the back of his throat.