Taste Me (MM)

The Year of Gods 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 25,135
2 Ratings (5.0)

Erik found his mate Lucas when he was only thirteen and in desperate need of help. Erik stepped in right away to save Lucas and his sisters, and his entire life became about caring for them.

But now Lucas is a man and wants Erik to see him as more than just someone who needs protection. As the ups and downs of life teach them all the true meaning of family, Lucas makes plans to show his vampire that he’s more than ready to be claimed.

Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming

Taste Me (MM)
2 Ratings (5.0)

Taste Me (MM)

The Year of Gods 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 25,135
2 Ratings (5.0)
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Lucas woke up tangled in his sheets. Tugging at them revealed that he had semen on his leg. He rose and cleaned himself up, stripping the sheets and going across the room to get new ones. He remade the bed and then washed his face.

He dreamt of Erik almost every night. Some nights the dreams were sweet, but others, like tonight, they were erotic. His birthday was coming up in just a few days. He’d be eighteen, a man by human standards. He smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. He’d grown taller and built up more muscles, and he knew his appearance pleased Erik.

If only Erik would do something about it!

He shook his head and dressed quickly. He took the sheets down the hall to the bin to be washed and walked back to his room, yawning and ready to climb back under the covers. Erik’s door opened, and when the vampire saw Lucas he became concerned right away.

“Is everything all right?” Erik asked, rushing over to him.

“Yes, it’s fine.” Lucas moved in and kissed Erik’s cheek. He gazed up at his mate, wondering if his vampire would notice something different about his scent right now, so soon after his release.

“Are you having trouble sleeping? Would you like a glass of milk?”

Lucas drew back a few inches. At least he didn’t offer me cookies. “No, I’m fine. Just needed a little fresh air.”

Erik put his arm around Lucas and led him down the hall, reaching over to feel his forehead. Lucas felt the blood rush to his face, and Erik glanced at him when they reached his door. “You’re a bit flushed. You sure you’re not sick?”

Lucas pulled away. “I’m fine. Good night.” He went into his room and shut the door firmly. He waited. Erik stood there a moment, and he almost pulled the door open again. All he had to do was open it and pull Erik to him. But he didn’t. He was too angry, too hurt. He blew out the candle and crawled back into bed, and when he heard Erik’s door close, he threw a pillow at his own door and burrowed under the covers.

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