In Christian's Menace, Christian has finally convinced his mates to come home with him. But convincing Minsheng and Yasuko to let the prince of vampires claim them is harder than he ever imagined. Trouble lurks just outside the club and Christian must protect his mates, but protecting them is easier said than done when dealing with Minsheng and Yasuko.
In Nija's Temptation, Jimmy has known his entire life he was different. There is a hunger deep inside of him that he can’t figure out, a need so strong that he is never satisfied. Not until Nija walks into his life and shows Jimmy that his hunger is something to embrace.
In Eli's Way, Eli wakes to a world he never knew existed, filled with vampires and dark secrets that cater to his darkest desires. Eli is afraid to let go and embrace who he has become, even with the help of one large and strong vampire who refuses to leave his side.
In Vaughn's Vampire Hunter, Vaughn lives a carefree life inside the coven and has been known to get kicked out of a place or two for his wild ways. When he spots a man standing in the middle of the club looking lost, Vaughn decides to help the man out, only to realize the innocent farm boy is his mate.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Yasuko’s breath hitched as his hands covered Christian’s. “Make love to me.”
Christian couldn’t deny such a request. He had wanted Yasuko from the moment he had laid eyes on him. The man was an irresistible dream.
Christian kissed Yasuko, bending him backwards until Yasuko’s shoulders touched satin and Christian was hovering over him. His clothes disappeared, along with Yasuko’s. He had always loved that little trick of his. But more so now that he had his mate under him. Christian hissed when Yasuko moved down the bed until he was kissing Christian’s cock.
His sharp fangs lengthened as soft and moist lips wrapped around his cock. Christian turned to the side, giving his mate room to rock his fucking world, and that was exactly what Yasuko was doing.
Christian ran his hands through Yasuko’s hair, gently tugging as his hips snapped in short bursts. Christian reached down and flipped Yasuko around, taking his cock into his mouth. The pleasure of sucking and being sucked made Christian feel alive. He had to be careful though. His fangs were at full length, able to do much damage.
He lapped at the mushroomed head, licking the pre-cum that was leaking out like a river of ambrosia. Yasuko had to be made just for him. He tasted too damn good. Christian traced the vein running down the side of Yasuko’s cock, his teeth aching to sink into it.
Christian lapped down to Yasuko’s sac, drawing each orb into his mouth. When he parted Yasuko’s cheeks and saw the beautiful star, he knew he had to be buried deep inside of it when he came.
He lapped at it, getting it good and wet before inserting a finger. Yasuko jerked and moaned. Christian went back to sucking Yasuko’s cock as he inserted one finger after another. When three fingers fit, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
“On your back, love.”
Yasuko released Christian’s cock, lying down and spreading his legs wide. Damn if that wasn’t an inviting invitation. Christian grabbed the lube from under his pillow and prepared Yasuko’s tight ass for his length.
Christian lubed his cock and then lined it up, his eyes rolling back as he breached his mate. He grabbed Yasuko’s legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he grabbed his mate’s hips. The tight-fisted feeling had him breathing raggedly.
He looked down into Yasuko’s eyes, seeing the trust his mate was giving him. Christian rocked in and out of Yasuko, turning his head and kissing Yasuko’s calf.
Christian heard the bedroom door open and close and knew Minsheng had arrived. He continued to thrust inside of Yasuko, waiting to see what his short soldier was going to do. Surprise couldn’t even begin to describe how he felt when Minsheng climbed onto the bed naked, taking Yasuko’s lips with his.
“Does it feel good?” Minsheng murmured to Yasuko.
“Yes,” Yasuko hissed as he lifted his hips higher. Christian’s senses left him when he felt Minsheng’s fingers breach him. He leaned forward, kissing Yasuko down his neck as Minsheng prepared him.
He’d had more than one lover in his bed over the centuries, but the thought of these two being his mates made Christian’s head spin. “Your body feels so good,” Christian crooned into Yasuko’s ear.
“Drink from me,” Yasuko begged as Minsheng’s hands stilled Christian.
Christian ran the tip of his fang over Yasuko’s delicate skin and then sank into his neck, drinking deeply at the same moment Minsheng breached him.
Christian and Minsheng found a rhythm as his cock slid in and out of Yasuko. His arms circled Yasuko, pulling him tight as his lips sealed around the bite. He drank deeply before sealing the wound, his taste buds protesting the loss.
Jimmy grabbed the glasses from the counter and shoved them into the small sink under the bar. “You need another one?” he asked as he quickly washed and then rinsed the used glasses. He hated waiting until they piled up before getting them done.
“Keep them coming, Jimmy, my man,” the man sitting on the other side of the bar said with a slight slur.
“I’ll give you one more, but that’s it. I think you’re reaching your limit.” He chuckled when the man scowled, his body swaying slightly on the stool.
“I know when I’ve had enough.” He stopped to burp, his eyes widening at Jimmy, and then he laughed. “See. I haven’t had nearly enough because if I was drunk, I wouldn’t have cared about burping. Hell, I wouldn’t have noticed it.”
Jimmy grinned and shook his head. The patrons at The Cave were quite a bunch. It was a neighborhood bar, but business was always jumping around here. There were no such things as slow nights at this bar.
“Let me get a Jack and Coke.” Dean, a college buddy of Jimmy’s, slid in between a few people and smashed his way to the counter.
“Coming right up,” Jimmy called as he quickly made the drink and handed it to his friend. As he took the money for the drink, Jimmy noticed a man at the end of the bar watching him. Normally it wouldn’t have fazed him, but the man seemed familiar. Jimmy studied him for what felt like forever, their eyes locking onto each other as Jimmy tried to remember where he had seen the man before. It was an eerie feeling. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as he felt like he was being sucked into those coal-black eyes.
If he wasn’t mistaken, that was the guy that saved him from being attacked by vampires. But that couldn’t be, because they didn’t exist. He sure as shit looked like him, though.
“Hey. Can I get my change, Jimmy?” Jimmy’s head snapped around as his friend who ordered the hard liquor and soda waited with a perplexed look on his face.
He blinked a few times, trying to shake the feeling of familiarity. He must have gotten wasted that night and just seen the man in the bar. That had to be it. “Sure, Dean. Sorry about that.” Jimmy quickly rang his drink up and then handed over his change.
“Thanks.” Dean nodded and pushed back through the crowd.
Jimmy looked over his shoulder as he walked down to the opposite end of the bar. The man was still sitting on one of the stools watching him.
“Hey, Jimmy!” another patron called to him. Jimmy spared one last glance at the dark-haired man before turning to take another order.
The customers may have kept him busy, but Jimmy didn’t fail to notice the guy at the end of the bar watching him all night. It was flattering and creepy at the same time.
“You got an admirer,” his boss, Leroy, teased him. “He’s been watching you half the night.”
Jimmy shrugged as he picked up the empty beer bottles that lined the bar in front of him, tossing them into the trash can under the counter, and then began wiping the fading wood with a rag. “What can I say? I’m hot.”
Leroy snorted at Jimmy’s egotistical comment. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, punk.”
He was far from egotistical, but he had been trying to play it off. Jimmy didn’t want Leroy to know how he felt drawn to the man or how he thought it was the man that saved him from nonexistent vampires. Leroy would only walk down to the other end and start grilling his admirer. Jimmy didn’t want or need that right now. He had enough issues he was dealing with.
Like how he was going to pay this month’s rent. He just wasn’t getting the hours he needed at The Cave, even though the place stayed packed. Leroy did the best he could, but he had family working here, and they came first when the boss had extra hours to dish out. Jimmy had no hard feelings toward his boss for this, but it sucked when his money was stretched to the point that the eagle squawked on the back of the bill.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Jimmy chuckled and winked at his longtime friend. He noticed some movement at the other end and glanced down that way to see the stranger growling as he stood. Jimmy didn’t know how he knew, but he just knew to move away from Leroy. He took a few steps back, giving a wide berth between his body and his boss’s.
This seemed to satisfy the stranger. He narrowed his eyes at Leroy before settling back onto his stool. Okay, now that wasn’t strange in the least. Jimmy’s attention was pulled away as more customers pushed to the bar and ordered their drinks.
Jimmy turned to give one gal her change but found the stranger sitting where she should have been standing. Jimmy quickly averted his eyes as he looked for the customer he owed the change to. The stranger made him nervous as he sat there in front of Jimmy.
“Hello.” A deep and delectable voice floated to his ears. Jimmy was amazed he could hear it over the crowd and the music. The stranger hadn’t shouted.
Jimmy bit his lip as he looked at the man with the blackest of hair and the palest of skin. “Hi.” His finger traced over a circle stain on the bar as he wondered what the guy wanted.
“You’re a vampire.”
Nija closed the door behind him. He stood there in the foyer for a moment, letting Jimmy absorb the discovery. He leaned against the door, waiting for the human to freak out on him. He’d been through this before, but Nija had always eased his donor’s mind by putting a haze over the person’s mind.
But Jimmy was his mate. Nija wasn’t going to use trickery. He was going to let things happen naturally and hope for the best. “I am.”
His mate shoved one hand into his front pocket, scratching his jaw with his other. Jimmy stood there quietly, the silence stretching on. Nija pushed away from the door, taking a step toward the man. When his mate didn’t run, he took another.
Jimmy watched him intently, looking frightened, but standing his ground. He was curious to know why Jimmy almost looked relieved, but he didn’t ask why. Nija smiled as he took both of his mate’s hands in his. “Come here, Jimmy.”
He could hear his mate’s blood pumping faster through his veins, his heartbeat thrumming against his chest. His eyes locked onto the pulsing action in Jimmy’s neck. Nija leaned forward, the tip of his tongue trailing over the throbbing vein, inhaling deeply. The tip of his fang scraped along Jimmy’s skin, making his mate shiver.
Nija pulled his mate close, one hand skimming down Jimmy’s back, cupping his ass as he pressed their cocks together. Jimmy groaned as Nija pushed his mate against the wall, his hands exploring Jimmy’s thin body.
His mate really was beautiful. He was tall, slim, and irresistible.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Jimmy asked as he spread his legs apart, allowing Nija to insert one leg between them, using friction to bring his mate pleasure as Jimmy rode his leg.
Nija kissed the vein his teeth were aching to sink into. “No,” he said as he trailed his lips up and around Jimmy’s jaw and then picked his mate up, carrying him down the hallway to the bedroom.
He laid his mate on the bed and then crawled over the slim body, pulling Jimmy’s shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside as he took in the gloriously bare chest of his mate. Nija leaned forward, sucking into his mouth the brown-hued disc as he reached between them, unsnapping Jimmy’s jeans, separating the folds as he reached in and pulled his mate’s cock free, curling his fingers around the hard shaft.
He leaned back, pulling Jimmy’s jeans further down his legs, revealing a hard and aching cock that Nija was dying to taste. Nija licked his bottom lip as his own cock grew harder and pressed into the zipper of his pants. He wanted more than anything to bury his shaft deeply into Jimmy’s tight ass, but his mate’s needs came first.
Nija skimmed his hands over his mate’s legs, and then he pushed Jimmy’s legs back, burying his nose into his mate’s balls as he inhaled and then took one orb into his mouth. His mate moaned, his hips moving around as Nija feasted on his mate’s heady skin. His attention was pulled to the throbbing vein in his mate’s thigh. As badly as he wanted to sink his fangs into the vein that called to him, Nija resisted.
“Suck me, please,” Jimmy begged as he pressed his ass further down.
Nija gave a soft hum as his tongue twirled around the wrinkled sac before releasing his mate’s balls and giving Jimmy exactly what he was begging for.
Nija let the tip of his tongue trail up Jimmy’s shaft and then took the head of Jimmy’s cock into his mouth. He groaned at the taste as his teeth scraped along the flesh. Nija opened wide and sucked at the mushroom-shaped head, drinking in his mate’s pre-cum like a fine wine.
“Yes,” Jimmy hissed as his hips bucked.
Nija smiled around his mate’s cock, feeling empowered from the whimpering and pleading. He was going to have his mate screaming his name before he was through with him. His tongue dipped into the slit, drawing out the clear liquid before taking Jimmy’s cock to the back of his throat and humming loudly.
“God, yes,” Jimmy wailed as his hips shot up once more, fucking Nija’s mouth.
Nija relaxed his throat, taking Jimmy all the way down until he felt small hairs tickling his nose. He was aroused when he noticed that his mate shaved his groin hairs, only a fine thatch speckling his skin.
Nija rimmed Jimmy’s hole with his thumb as he lapped at the large vein running alongside Jimmy’s cock, his teeth aching badly to take just one taste.
Instead, he pulled back, letting his teeth drag over Jimmy’s shaft as he released his mate’s cock from between his lips. He knew he would drink from Jimmy soon, so Nija resisted once more. The call of Jimmy’s blood was making him insane, but the waiting was a pleasurable game that Nija was enjoying.
Nija laid Jimmy’s legs down onto the bed as he moved back up his slim mate’s body, his fingernails ghosting along his mate’s sides along the way.
“I’m going to fuck you, Jimmy.”
Eli shot to the door, snatching it open so roughly that it smacked against the wall and bounced back, hitting Eli on his ass. That didn’t stop his mate or even slow him down as Eli raced out of the office.
“Fuck!” Jersey shouted as he jumped from the couch and gave chase.
He didn’t want anyone near Eli until he claimed him, and not even after that. Okay, Jersey was a little possessive, so damn what? He never claimed to be right in the head.
Jersey growled when he lost sight of his mate in the throng of bodies writhing on the dance floor. With the laser lights bouncing everywhere and the lighting low, Jersey had to concentrate to find Eli. He could see well in the dark, but with this many people, he had to take extra time.
Jersey began to knock people out of his way, bowling some over as he looked for his mate. He spotted Eli racing for the front door, forcing his way through the throng of humans. Jersey roared as he pushed everyone in his path away from him. He lifted his hand, pointing to Eli and then shaking his head at Harley.
The door mind scrubber and bouncer looked his way and gave a nod right before he stepped into Eli’s path, placing a hand on Eli’s shoulder and shaking his head.
Okay, just because he told Harley to stop Eli from leaving, he was going to kick the guy’s ass for touching Eli. Humans ran away from Jersey as he stalked toward the front door, determination filling him as he saw Eli look around with a terrified expression on his face. Even Harley backed away from Jersey, but not enough to allow Eli to pass.
“Mine!” Jersey roared so loudly that his voice drowned out the club music. People stopped dancing to watch the large vampire go after his mate as if it were some sort of hypnotic dance that they couldn’t take their eyes off of. Jersey approached Eli, gently grabbing his mate around his waist and hauling him off of his feet.
“Whoa,” Jimmy said as he ran over to the door. “Calm down, big guy.”
“Mine!” Jersey roared again as he looked around at anyone who just might be stupid enough to challenge his claim. His chest was heaving as he felt his eyes shift to a deep crimson.
His mate had tried to run, and that only made Jersey’s protective instincts kick in big-time. Nobody, not even Eli himself, was going to take his mate from him.
“What do I do?” Eli asked Jimmy as he held tightly to Jersey’s arm. Jersey knew he was overreacting, but he couldn’t find it in himself to calm down at this very moment. “What the hell is he going to do to me?”
“No sudden moves,” Jimmy warned as he scratched his head and then shrugged. “Just go limp in his arms or something. Curl into the fetal position if you can. He won’t hurt you.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Eli shouted as he pointed up at Jersey. “Do you see him?”
Jersey gave a low growl in Jimmy’s direction, which made the guy’s mate, Nija, hiss, his fangs bared and ready for business as he pushed Jimmy behind him. “Calm down or I swear I’m going to fuck you up,” Nija threatened.
Jersey began to calm when he felt Eli calm down. He knew it was Nija’s presence that was making Eli relax and he didn’t like it. The two had some strange bond for the simple fact that it was Nija who had converted Eli, but he still didn’t have to like it. Jersey wanted that bond with his mate. Maybe it was jealousy, but he didn’t really care at the moment.
Pulling his mate closer to his chest, Jersey glanced around the club. He saw Christian standing on the second-floor balcony, watching the scene below, a slight smirk on his face. Jersey blinked a few times, trying his best to rein in his anger.
The last thing he needed was to get kicked out of the coven for acting like a total caveman and have no protection for his mate.
He wasn’t sure if he had harmed any humans in his desperation and anger, but he knew Christian wasn’t going to allow anyone to be hurt while they were here partying in his club.
“I have this,” Buck, Jersey’s brother, said as he pushed the crowd away. “Come on, little bro. Let’s get your mate in the office and away from everyone.”
Jersey growled. He hated when Buck talked to him like he was a little kid. He was a pissed-off vampire, not a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. Jersey glanced around one last time before following his brother, holding Eli tight as he walked back down the hallway.
“Go have a seat. It seems your mate needs things explained to him,” Buck said as soon as they cleared the doorway to the office.
Jersey took a seat on the couch, feeling his common sense slowly return. Buck moved into the room as Nija and Jimmy entered, Christian, along with his mates, coming in lastly and closing the door behind them.
Jersey’s charge, Yasuko, carried his son over to the desk and took a seat, Minsheng taking a stance behind him as Christian leaned against the desk, placing himself between the room and his mates.
“Trust me, I don’t need intervention,” Jersey said to the room as he held Eli close. “I’m cool. I just got a little psycho, but I’m much better now.”
Buck snorted as he tossed a hand toward Eli. “Then why is your mate turning red?”
He took the steps three at a time as he raced to Eli’s bedroom. His mate spun around as Jersey thrust the bedroom door open. Eli was standing there in nothing but his boxers. A deep growl ripped from Jersey’s chest as his eyes took in all the milky flesh exposed to him.
His mate’s body still held scars, bite marks, and fine slash marks marring his beautiful skin. But they had faded to almost nonexistence and didn’t detract from his beauty in the least.
Jersey closed the distance, hauling Eli from his feet as he slammed him against the wall. Their lips locked in a duel of tongues as Eli’s legs wrapped around Jersey’s waist. Their first kiss was explosive as Jersey tried to suck Eli’s tongue from his damn mouth. Their teeth clinked together as Eli opened wide, letting Jersey’s tongue swoop in to explore the warm, cavernous mouth. His mate tasted exactly how Jersey knew he would, sweet, warm, and manly.
He was about to claim his mate.
Jersey had been waiting for this moment. It had felt like time had dragged on for centuries since he saw his mate crumpled on the leather couch that first night. He wanted Eli so badly that it bordered on insanity.
Eli broke the kiss, taking his moist, kiss-swollen lips away as his fingers dug into Jersey’s skin. He ground his hard cock into Jersey’s stomach. The head of Eli’s dick was peeking out, the pre-cum bathing his belly as Eli buried his face in Jersey’s neck and inhaled deeply, smelling him. “Fuck me, Jersey. Please, fuck me, fuck me.”
Jersey growled at the way his mate begged to be filled. It was the sweetest sound to his ears. He spun around and left Eli’s room, taking him from his bedroom over to Jersey’s.
Jersey’s bedroom had lube.
Jersey slammed the door closed behind him and then deposited his mate on his unmade bed. Eli bounced, resting on his elbows as he looked up at Jersey from under his dark lashes, a playful tease in his eyes. Fuck if he didn’t look good spread out over his crumpled sheets—like he was meant to be there.
Eli didn’t say a word as Jersey peeled his clothes off, peacocking.
He was going to show his mate what he had to offer.
Eli licked his lips as he watched Jersey reveal his naked skin, his cock jutting out proudly and leaking heavily as Eli’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip. When Eli rolled, getting onto his hands and knees, Jersey grabbed Eli’s side and flipped him back over. “I don’t want your back.”
Eli looked confused, but didn’t argue.
Fuck that. He wanted to watch his mate fall apart as Jersey rocked his goddamn world. He had been waiting for this very moment, and he wasn’t going to miss it by staring at the back of Eli’s head.
He reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eli’s boxers, pulling them down and off. Damn, his mate had one fine ass cock. The head was already an angry purple, telling him that Eli was already close.
Jersey ripped the drawer open to his nightstand, snagging the well-used bottle of lube as he dropped to his knees, worshipping the boner that was jutting out, teasing him. His lips parted as Jersey’s tongue took a swipe at the clear liquid leaking out, making his mate’s cock jerk its approval. Jersey opened wider and took his mate’s cock into his mouth, feeling the spongy head slide past his lips and onto his tongue.
That’s right, call my name. Shout it to the damn heavens.
Jersey wet his fingers with the gel and then pushed two inside his mate’s ass as his tongue lapped up and down Eli’s cock, tonguing the large vein and then swiping it over the head.
There was no way Eli was ever going to doubt who fucked him properly. Jersey was going to make sure of that. He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down Eli’s cock harder as his fingers scissored inside his mate’s tight back entrance. His own cock was begging to get in on the action as it throbbed out its plea.
Eli’s hands raced over Jersey’s hair as his hips began to buck, fucking Jersey’s mouth in an erratic rhythm. Jersey opened his mouth wider as he pulled his fingers back, letting a third slide in alongside the other two.
He took Eli all the way back and down his throat as his tongue snaked out and licked at his balls. Eli bucked and shouted as his ass clamped down on Jersey’s fingers tightly. Jersey fucked Eli’s ass with all three fingers in rapid successions as Eli came down his throat, hot spurts splashing in quick bursts.
Jersey pulled his fingers free as his tongue lapped at the slit, drawing out every last drop of honey.
“My turn,” he growled as he reared back and then stood up. Eli was pulling in ragged gulps of air as Jersey grabbed the lube and poured the damn bottle onto his cock.
“You’re going to feed from me, just so you know,” he warned as he plunged deeply into Eli’s tight ass, making his mate howl with pleasure, his hands shooting out and grabbing Jersey’s shoulders. Jersey scooped his mate from the bed and then flipped, landing on his back, his mate perched above him looking like a hot, sexy mess.
VAUGHN'S VAMPIRE HUNTER
Connor walked into The Manacle, business card clutched in his hand as he glanced around at the men and women dancing as if they were having sex on the dance floor. Bodies writhed as the synthesized trance and techno music rang out. The place wasn’t what he had been expecting. When Jersey had given him the business card, Connor had thought it would be some hole-in-the-wall dive that served slop for food.
Boy, had he been wrong.
The club was dark, mysterious, and smelled like leather and sweat. Connor had never seen anything like this before. He felt like a goldfish tossed into a tank of piranhas. Laser lights flashed repeatedly and cut across the crowd, making Connor’s eyes hurt as he listened to the seemingly endless frenetic beat pound out.
The beat was pulsing as people moved against one another, no apologies to Connor as they tried to sweep him into the wall of dancers. He was beginning to think this was a very bad idea. Instead of coming here for a hot meal, the crowd around him was looking at Connor as if he were the meal.
Men locked their eyes onto him, licking their lips as they curled their fingers for Connor to come closer. Connor cut his eyes the other way, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea about why he was here.
His breathing became ragged when he saw men with dog collars around their necks, no shirts, and rubbing all over their bodies as if they were showering or something. Connor quickly looked away when a few guys glanced his way, their lust-filled gazes sweeping over him.
All he had wanted was a warm meal, not to be ogled like he was prime meat. It seemed no matter where he stepped, he was pinned in a crowd of men who wanted to touch various parts of Connor’s body.
He smacked their hands away, only to have other men touching him. Connor could feel panic set in as he tried to turn around and head for the door. This wasn’t a place he should be. It was too dark, too Goth for him. Connor may have broken into Eli’s apartment to find something he could pawn to eat, but he wasn’t really a bad guy.
He was just hungry.
“I could eat you up,” a man said from behind Connor. The guy pressed his body into Connor’s back, his lips so close to Connor’s ear that he could feel the small puffs of breath tickling his skin. It was creeping him out.
“N–No thanks,” Connor stammered as he tried to get away. What the hell kind of place was this? It reminded Connor more of a feeding ground than a dance club. Everywhere he looked bodies were entwined and groping.
The darkness wasn’t something he cared to be in either. Memories from long ago started to surface, making Connor want to bolt for the door.
“You look a little lost,” another man said from behind him.
Connor spun around, ready to defend his ass from being pinched again. It was sore as hell just from standing here five minutes! He wasn’t sure what kind of a club this was, but he knew he was never coming back.
Hot meal or not.
“I don’t need any help,” he lied as he stared at a man who seemed to dominate the room.
No, he owned it.
Connor wasn’t sure if he should try harder to get away or run into the man’s beefy arms. There was something about the guy that seemed to seep inside of him, calming his frazzled nerves. The panic ebbed away as he stood there in front of the large man.
He noticed tattoos littering the guy’s thick arms. He couldn’t really see what they were because the lighting was so low, but damn, was the man impressive.
His breath caught in his lungs as the god leaned in toward him. Connor couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as the guy’s lips grazed his ear. His entire body shivered with the contact.
“I think you need my help, sweetheart.”
Connor blinked up into cocoa-brown eyes as he licked his dry lips. He was waiting for the man to begin groping him like everyone else had done, but his arms stayed at his sides. This alone made Connor want to ask for help from the large man.
“What is this place?” he asked as he glanced around once more. If the guy confirmed that it was some sort of feeding ground, Connor was so out of there.
“It’s what it looks like,” he replied. “A club.”
Somehow Connor doubted everything was as it seemed. There were half-naked men everywhere, writhing around as if begging to be fucked.
“Don’t you know where you are?” the man asked as he scowled at Connor. “What kind of club this is?”
Connor held the card out he had been clutching in his hand. “All I know is that Jersey gave me this and said to come here if I ever needed a hot meal.”
The man plucked the card from Connor’s hand and studied it before his cocoa-brown eyes glanced back at Connor. “Follow me.”
He began to sweat bullets when he saw the man walking further into the club. Connor wasn’t so sure he wanted to go any deeper into this place than he already was. When he felt another hand grope his ass, Connor took off, chasing after the tall, dark man.
To his wonderment, Vaughn opened his arms, pulling Connor close until he was buried into the vampire’s side.
Well, there goes another myth, Connor thought as he felt the heat radiating off of Vaughn’s body. The man wasn’t the least bit cold. As a matter of fact, his touch seemed to set Connor on fire. He arched his back, begging with his body for Vaughn to touch him.
Connor felt passion rising in him like the hottest fire, clouding his brain as Vaughn’s hands and lips began a hungry search of his body, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. “Vaughn,” Connor whimpered as the vampire skimmed his lips over Connor’s slim chest.
Large fingers reached down and unsnapped Connor’s jeans and then pushed them down his thighs. Connor kicked them off, spreading his legs wide in invitation. He pushed aside the thought that he was about to let a vampire fuck him. Connor had been so wrong about a lot of things concerning vampires that he didn’t even care at the moment.
“Your skin tastes so sweet.” Vaughn groaned as his tongue trailed down Connor’s body. “I want to taste you, mate.”
Connor stiffened for a moment, tensely waiting for Vaughn to bite him until he felt warm, moist lips wrap around his cock. Good fucking god, Vaughn could taste him anytime! His hands flew to Vaughn’s head, his fingers playing over his soft hair as the turbulence of passion swirled through him.
He cried out when one of Vaughn’s fangs nicked him. Not from pain, god no, it was from the flooding of uncontrollable liquid fire that raced through him. Connor’s body was shuddering and shaking for Vaughn.
Glancing down, Connor watched as Vaughn swallowed his cock to the back of his throat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Vaughn pushed Connor’s legs back, licking at his balls next. Connor was keening and begging as Vaughn lapped at his sac.
Vaughn’s arms quivered, his muscles flexed, and Connor damn near came. The sight of Vaughn’s powerful frame settled between his legs made Connor whimper even harder. He was starting to rethink the whole “kill the vampire” thing he had in his head.
Everything he had learned had proven to be a lie. The only thing that held true was Vaughn drinking blood, and Connor was five seconds away from begging Vaughn to do just that. “Fuck me,” Connor begged shamelessly. “Please, fuck me.”
Connor cried out when Vaughn’s tongue bathed his entrance, pushing past his ring of muscle. That wasn’t what he had in mind, but fuck if he was going to protest. There was no way Connor was going to ask the man to stop.
It felt too good as he was drawn to a height of passion he never knew existed.
“Vaughn, please,” Connor whimpered as his legs shook. He was going to come any second now. The man didn’t listen as he ran his tongue up Connor’s shaft and then took it back into his mouth, feasting on his erection.
His lover’s fingers slid into Connor’s body, stretching him, making his ass burn with excitement. Connor had had sex a handful of times with Jamie, but it was nothing compared to what Vaughn was doing to his body.
“Vaughn!” Connor shouted as his body exploded. Hot jets of cum shot from Connor’s cock to the back of Vaughn’s mouth. His body convulsed as Connor cried out. Vaughn sucked him down to the very last drop before releasing his legs, gently laying them on the bed.
Connor’s chest jerked as he tried to breathe once again.
Vaughn slid to the side, grabbing a tube of lube from under his pillow. “Can a vampire have sex?” Vaughn repeated Connor’s question from earlier. Connor just waved a hand around, too damn boneless to answer.
The man had just proven that he was an expert at sucking cock. So anything else was assumed.
Vaughn chuckled as Connor watched him lube his thick and lengthy erection. Connor wasn’t too sure he could handle something that large. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as Vaughn pressed the head of his cock against Connor’s hole.
“Ready?” Vaughn asked, his dark eyes blazing with hunger down at Connor.
“Yes.” Connor sucked air in through his teeth as Vaughn slammed his cock to the hilt. Electric shock scorched through his body as Vaughn stilled, waiting.
“Warn a guy before you pull a stunt like that again!”
Vaughn’s lips turned up at the corner, giving Connor a mischievous smile. “Tell me my cock doesn’t feel good buried in your ass.”
Connor couldn’t deny that, but fuck. His ass was throbbing now, part pleasure and part pain. “Now you have to wait.”
Vaughn dropped to his forearms, stealing a kiss as he grinned. “Whatever my mate wants.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” Connor asked as he wiggled around, the pain instantly shooting into untold pleasure. He groaned as he wrapped his hands around Vaughn’s thick arms.
“Because you are.”
Vaughn nodded. “Fate gave you to me, and I plan on keeping my vampire hunter.”
Connor blushed as he smacked at Vaughn’s chest. “Don’t remind me. Now shut up and fuck me.”