[Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove: Alternative, Suspense, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, Vampires, Werewolves, MM, HEA]
Billy has had enough of werewolves and their shit, especially when it comes to his mate.
Billy is an elite vampire warrior, if his mate is going to head out on a trip to his old boss' house to rescue some omegas, then Billy is damn well going to go with him.
Wilson barely gets along with his mate. In fact, they hate each other. That doesn't mean Wilson wants anything happening to his idiot vampire lover.
When they’re caught together, they'll need to work together.
Interestingly enough, Wilson likes seeing his mate kick ass, and sneaking in a quickie in a vampire mansion is hot as hell. Who knew they would finally start to bond and maybe even, gasp, like each other in the heat of battle? In the end, it may not be the vampires who are out to kill them that Billy and Wilson need to be more concerned about if they want to leave together alive.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
“God, put them in chains. I want to make my report. Double up the security, too! If these two were out there, there’s no telling who else was running around.”
“You think there’s another attack coming?”
The blond scratched at his throat. “There’s always another attack coming. You don’t ever let your guard down.”
“That how you got that scar on your throat?” Billy asked. “Did you let your guard down?”
The blond said nothing to that, but his lips did quirk a little as he smirked at Billy. “Take them away. Don’t let either of them out of your sight.”
“Should we put them with the others?”
The blond shook his head. “No, there’s too many people in the house right now. We don’t want to disturb Adolphus’s new guests.”
Was this guy always throwing a party of some kind? Wilson had been there during the raid on one of his houses. There had been a fuck ton of people there, as well, some kind of blood party where they drank from humans.
At least those humans had been willing and were getting paid, but still.
“Bring them to one of the bloodletting rooms. We can see how this one tastes… if our vampire friend here doesn’t start talking.”
Billy’s lips thinned. He looked like there was something else he wanted to say. Thankfully, he kept his smart mouth shut.
The gun pointed between Wilson’s shoulder blades was hint enough that he needed to start moving again.
He growled again, a low warning for the guy behind him to watch his balls lest Wilson decide to tear them off, but he wasn’t sure how smart the guy behind him was, so he wasn’t willing to put money on there being any real intelligence back there as he and Billy were led down the hall, around the corner, and brought into a room swiftly and quietly.
They weren’t taken down to any dungeon in the basement. The room they were brought to looked like a normal bedroom with mahogany dressers, wardrobes, and a canopy bed.
He wasn’t sure what to make of this, and for a second, he worried they were planning on feeding from him and Billy, until he realized the bedroom was a front for something much more sinister.
He saw what it was when the door was locked behind him, and one of those vampires went to the bed, flipped a switch on the lamp, and the bed itself began to rise up. Not a canopy bed, those wooden poles were what the bed itself held onto as it lifted up toward the ceiling like an elevator, revealing what was beneath it.
Chains and hooks.
Another vampire went to the wardrobe. He opened the doors wide. The thing seemed to yawn right open, revealing whips, rope, ball gags, and an assortment of other erotic toys that made Wilson tense.
Curtains were pulled out of the way, revealing not a window, but a reinforced side of the wall with more chains. A place to bind a prisoner, to make them watch while the other was chained up beneath the bed.
“Don’t worry, these toys aren’t for you, wolf,” said one of the vampires. “Not for your friend, either.”
Even as he said it, he gave Billy a look that Wilson definitely didn’t trust. He didn’t care what these people said or what they wanted, there was no way in hell he was going to believe it would end nicely for either him or Billy if they allowed themselves to be shackled and separated.
He caught Billy’s eyes. The man didn’t nod his head or something quite so obvious, but it was clear he understood what would happen if they let themselves be locked up.
It was four against two, but they had to make their move now or risk never being free of this place.
“All right, the mutt can get under the bed, and get your hands lifted up high. You so much as move and we will shoot you and your friend. You, vampire. Same rules apply. You fight, he will die, got it?”
Billy wet his lips, and while Wilson was plotting out how exactly he would keep himself from getting shot while taking out all four of these vampires, the man did something Wilson never thought he would see him do.
He started to cry.
“Please, please! It was just a joke! We didn’t mean any harm.”
“Don’t move, someone grab him.”
“No, no, no!”
Wilson nearly went to him, something twisting inside him at the sight of his mate afraid and in tears, being surrounded by the enemy, but then it clicked.
“Get the syringe, he’s freaking out!”
Neither of them were bound yet. The threat of having the other shot had been enough to keep their hands to their heads, but while Billy flipped out, all four men had their attention on him. Three tried to hold Billy tightly while the fourth went to the wardrobe and grabbed a mean looking needle.
“Please, I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!” Billy wailed.
The vampire with the syringe flicked the air bubbles from the top, not paying attention to Wilson just as Wilson grabbed his hands, pointed the syringe inward, and stuck him right in the throat.
He injected the dumb bastard and took his gun.
He pointed his weapon, shooting one in the head just as he noted what was going on. He dropped quickly, and then there were two.
They tried to pull their weapons, but Billy grabbed their hands. It wasn’t enough. Wilson had to force himself to pull the trigger a third time, thankfully catching the man in the head. But fuck! That was so close to Billy’s head. He couldn’t make another shot like that. He couldn’t risk that he would miss.
But now it was a one on one, and Billy was fighting to keep the upper hand. He bared his fangs, the other vampire did, as well, and it was a scary and beautiful sight to watch Billy duck down low, grab the other male around the waist, lift him up, and throw him down.
Billy was smaller than Wilson was, but he was not a tiny male. He didn’t stand out much, but he had muscle on him. This was the first time Wilson got to watch him put it into action.
It was kind of hot.
It was majorly hot.
“I should fuck you like this more often,” he said, pressing his teeth to Billy’s throat. He didn’t break the skin, but he didn’t need to for his mate to jerk in his arms. “You are so fucking beautiful like this.” It was the truth. “I could fuck you like this all day long.”
He might just make that attempt once they got out of here.
Who would have thought the best sex they would ever have together would be the kind that came when they snuck in a romp in Adolphus’s house?
Wilson couldn’t wait to tell Triton about this. Maybe he could convince the man to bring his mate back here and try the same thing, because this was fantastic. It definitely got him thinking all sorts of soft, romantic sort of thoughts about his mate.
Like why the hell had they spent so much time fighting when they could have been fucking like this?
And the more Wilson thought about it, the more Billy clenched his hole around Wilson’s cock, the more he got into it. The more he found himself letting the combine heat of their bodies and breath remove all rational thought from his mind.
This was better than anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. Better than all the times he’d fucked his mate previously.
This felt like they were finally giving into the mating heat.
“Harder,” Billy moaned softly, turning his head just enough to look back at Wilson, and Wilson took the hint. He grabbed his mate by the hair and pulled him even closer, crushing their mouths together in a firm kiss.
They weren’t the only ones who were losing themselves to the pleasure. Because of the moaning going on out on those big leather seats, and the sounds of the movie itself, Wilson decided it wouldn’t hurt anything if he let himself go just a little bit more. If he groaned and moaned as much as he pleased and pulled those sounds from Billy’s sweet mouth by fucking harder into him.
Billy moaned. Not the loudest noise in the world, but definitely something anyone else would have been able to hear, had those six not been fucking.
Because that’s what they were clearly doing. Wilson took a quick look through the small gap in the curtains and saw it. One of those vampires was drinking from his partner, his hand up her sun dress and fingers clearly inside her.
Another had rolled up behind his woman, and with the way their clothes were messed up, there was no way they were simply dry humping each other.
The third couple was just as lost in their own world as the female’s head bobbed up and down on his lap. He wasn’t even trying to hide it from his friends like the other pairs.
Wilson grinned. If the situation was different, he’d stay right here and fuck his mate for hours.
But it wasn’t different, and they had too much shit to get done.
He reached down, taking Billy’s cock in hand, letting his thumb slide along the shaft. “You close?”
“Me, too,” Wilson said, the building pressure and heat in his loins getting to be a little too much for him to handle. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, but they had to keep their wits about them.
“Not too much noise,” he said, though even as he said it, he could hardly keep his own shit together.
Still, Billy nodded, reaching his hand up and putting it to the back of Wilson’s head.
So intimate. So close. They should have done this a long time ago.
“Fuck me. I don’t care if they hear me.”
Holy shit. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it.
Wilson did care. He put his hand back over Billy’s mouth, knowing his mate was about to shout up a storm as he fucked hard and fast into him.
Billy did. He moaned through Wilson’s hand. It was a small miracle the people beyond the curtain didn’t hear them, but he was willing to take whatever miracles he could get.