All Souls’ Night: A Midnight Doms Boxset

by Renee Rose

  The flogger strokes gradually increase in force and frequency, until it feels like a massage loosening my back muscles.

  No, I’m shocked to realize, this does not hurt at all. Not in the slightest. It feels darned good, in fact.

  I wonder how much better it would feel against my bare flesh?

  When he stops flogging me, my eyes pop open and it’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to continue.

  Then he speaks in my ear again. “Give me a color, baby.”

  “Green, Sir. Can I have more? Please?”

  He nuzzles my temple. “You can have all you want.”

  “Can I take my shirt off?” Maybe I should wait for an order, I don’t know.

  Now he laughs. “I will keep you safe, baby. You can take off or leave on whatever you want, this time. Be warned that when you’re mine, you will be playing naked.”

  I shiver and turn my head to stare into his eyes. The way he said that word—mine—makes me want to beg for that right now.

  And that he didn’t say if I was his—but when.

  Literally, this is the first time in my life I can recall feeling like someone wants me. Even Taylor’s earlier attention pales in comparison.

  That’s dangerous, right? Isn’t this me being needy and reckless and jumping into this simply for instant gratification? I’ve done a lot of research over the past few months, and I remember all the warnings about taking my time entering a romantic relationship. I mean, twice in one night now I’ve tripped all over myself and fallen right into the laps of hunky men.

  Shouldn’t that be a warning sign?

  I know all of this, and yet I still don’t care.

  Staring into his blue gaze, full of galaxies and deep oceans and gorgeous midnight skies, something clicks deep in my soul.

  This man is my future.

  My forever.

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

  His smile widens. “That’s my very good boy.”

  I sit up and unbutton my shirt, quickly shrugging it off. He takes it from me and carefully drapes it over the end of the equipment rack. I start to reach for my belt when his hand captures mine.

  “You don’t have to get naked right now if you don’t want to.” The way his hungry gaze devours my torso makes me want to strip right now.

  I want him to keep looking at me like that. Being the focus of someone’s desire is a heady, intoxicating sensation.

  “What if I want to, Sir?”

  His gaze narrows. “Watch out calling me that—I like it. A lot. I might make you continue calling me that.”

  I force myself to stare into his eyes. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

  He cups my chin again, his thumb stroking my jawline. “You are a sweet, precious boy,” he whispers, every word gently flicking along the edges of my soul, threatening to unravel me in the best way possible. “I don’t want to break you in bad ways or scare you off.”

  “I need to be yours, Sir.”

  That’s absolutely the truth. I need it as much as I need air in my lungs.

  Maybe more.

  Dark fires burn in his gaze. “Don’t make me promises you don’t know you can keep. Or don’t even know if you’ll want to keep by morning.”

  Swinging a leg over the bench I stand up, staring him in the eyes as I unfasten my belt and jeans. Toeing off my shoes, I shove my jeans and briefs down and off, followed by my socks. All self-consciousness flees. I want him to see my erection, to see the visible proof of how much I want this, and him.

  Tiberius bites his lower lip as he stares at me. Without a word, he removes his jacket and drapes it over my shirt on the end of the implement stand, then takes his time slowly rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. From the size of the bulge in his slacks, I can only hope that means he wants me as much as I want him.

  He turns to me and holds out his hands. With a deep breath, I lay mine in his and let him pull me to him for a long, deep kiss. One cool hand slides down my back and cups my ass, fingers firmly digging into my flesh and tightly pulling my hips against his. The hard outline of his generous cock rubs against mine as his other hand twines in my hair again and holds me in place.

  Perfection is wrapping my arms around his taller body, holding his chiseled torso and molding myself against him. Kissing him this time is even better than the first, and I can’t help wondering what it’ll feel like in bed with him.

  When he ends this kiss, he’s still holding my ass but his other hand slips between us and wraps around my cock, squeezing and nearly making me come.

  “If you belong to me, all of you belongs to me, including this.” He squeezes again. “Understand?”

  I have to swallow because my mouth’s gone dry. “Yes, Sir.”

  The sexy smile engulfing his features is enough to fuel the rest of my life. “Then get back on that bench, baby, and let me take you to heaven.”

  Chapter 9

  It’s tempting to stand here, jerk Baker off, feed from him, and then take him home with me and give him memories of a scene that didn’t happen.

  I would know, though. It would forever leave a bitter taste in my mouth that, after all my centuries of life, I didn’t have more self-control.

  That means I will take my time and keep reminding my viciously protesting cock that we’ll win this boy over and enjoy it all the more in the long-run.

  Even better, without any guilt attached to it.

  Throughout the course of my life, I’ve accumulated more than my fair share of deservedly earned guilt. This is one instance where I can take my time and honestly earn this boy’s heart and soul.

  And body.

  Heat radiates from him, drawing me, a hapless moth to his flame.

  Who is truly helpless here? Him, a young, innocent human? Or me, an ageless monster craving his light and life?

  I’d venture it’s me.

  Why this human, and why now?

  What is so special about him?

  I have no idea, and I’d be lying if I said I knew.

  I know this scene will need to be tame, to slowly introduce him to the joys of pain. I finally end our kiss and help him straddle the bench again. Taking a second to scan the room, I see Taylor has made his way downstairs with the girl from earlier, and now another man in tow.

  It confirms my suspicions: that Taylor honestly didn’t give a crap about Baker, just about using the sudden and unexpected leverage against me to worm his way into the masquerade ball next weekend. Taylor wasn’t turned by one of our nest. When he first arrived in Tucson, he immediately sought out Lucius and pledged his loyalty. In his time here, he’s done nothing to cross Lucius, and has helped fight the occasional threat to our situation when it’s been asked of him. Meaning Lucius will allow him to remain here.

  But Taylor is not and never will be part of our trusted inner sanctum. He doesn’t work for our king, and he isn’t included on the guest list for more intimate events. He’s hinted a few times that he’d like to work his way into our group, but that won’t happen.

  Our bond is our loyalty to our king, our sire. We’ve fought together for centuries, tested and tried and overcoming every obstacle. We’ve lost some of our brothers to enemies and to enmity, to greed and misguided ambition. It’s the reason our king has forbidden any of us from siring vampires without his permission. The last insurrection a couple of years ago winnowed our ranks even thinner.

  Personally, I believe that’s another reason Lucius was willing to forge an alliance with the shifters, to strengthen us without resorting to turning more vampires.

  Taylor slips from my mind as I turn my full focus to my boy. I start with my bare hands, his flesh sweet fire under my cooler palms, and I stroke my hands down his back. He shivers while I trace the lines of his spine with my thumbs, relaxing him and massaging him as I map his body. Using my hands on him is both practical and selfish. It’s a good way to introduce him to play, and I want to touch him.

  Can’t get enough of it.

  I lean in and
let my hands roam farther, down over his hips and the taut globes of his ass, along his thighs, back up and around and under him, finding his nipples. His adorable moan as I lightly tweak them between my fingers makes my cock throb again.

  To the point that I straddle the bench myself, pressing my cock against his lower back.

  “That’s what you do to me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.

  He tips his head back and we kiss again. Hell, I could spend all night kissing this man. I already feel drunk from him.

  I’ve desired humans before, but none have ever made me feel like this.

  That thought reminds me why I need to take my time with him. Because he is so special.

  I stand and resume my exploration of his body, mixing in light slaps with massaging him, making sure he’s well settled before stepping up my play. I progress to more and heavier impacts with my hands along his ass and thighs, noting every sound he makes, and how he shifts position in response.

  After ten minutes of this, I lean in again. “Ready for more, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  As I use the flogger on him, I sense he’s already sinking deep into subspace. Thus, I take my time with him, in no rush. I’m already plotting how to coax him home with me tonight.

  If I can take him home with me tonight, I know I can easily convince him he belongs with me.

  Without using my thrall, thank you very much.

  After several more minutes of flogging him, I set that aside and lean in, my arms around him. “Give me a color, boy.”

  “Green, Sir!”

  Yep. He’s in subspace. His voice has taken on a low, breathy quality I know all too well.

  “Would you like me to continue?”

  “Yes, please!”

  “My pleasure.”

  It truly is, in more ways than one. I can’t wait to taste him. You can never recapture the first and usually deepest descent into subspace. I’ve seen countless subbies try to do just that. On the other end of things, while sweetbloods always possess a special quality regular blood doesn’t, there’s nothing that can match the complex mix of dopamine and endorphins and all those other lovely brain chemicals which give blood from immediately after that kind of play its delectable and unmistakable bouquet.

  I resume our scene and introduce him to a variety of crops, canes, paddles, and other implements, taking care to use them lightly—this time. There will be plenty of opportunities to step up the level of our play.

  For tonight, I want him loving every second, and begging for more on the other end.

  After nearly an hour, my hunger can no longer be denied. He’s been leaking pre-cum the entire time, to the point where I slipped a towel under him and don’t even think he noticed when I did.

  Once again straddling the bench behind him, I pull his back against my chest, his head lolling on my shoulder. I cup the front of his throat with my left hand while, with my right, I reach down, between his legs, and wrap my fingers around his cock again.

  “Close your eyes, baby,” I hoarsely manage, my fangs already sliding into place with a satisfying ache I’ve denied for too long.

  He does, and I tip his head even farther to the left, exposing his throat, and nuzzle his flesh. Meanwhile, I stroke his rigid cock and know he’s close.

  “Come for me, boy,” I order, barely able to speak. I’m practically drooling from the feel of his pulse under my lips.

  Back arching, he lets out a cry as his cock explodes. I sink my fangs into his tender flesh, moaning with him as his sweet, hot blood flows over my tongue. Eagerly lapping up every drop I dare, I let the world fall away around us and know that this man is my future.

  My forever.

  Never have I tasted anyone so exquisitely perfect. Like warm, sweet plums and sharp cinnamon mixed with the metallic tang of blood and cum. Feeling drunk now, I force myself to stop swallowing and lick his wound to seal it. Then I bring up my right hand, which is still covered in cum. With my fangs, I slice a small wound into my own wrist to press to his neck to heal him.

  That’s when I lose my brain. Normally, I would simply bite my own cheek and do that. But as I stare at my blood, the idea is in my brain, and I press my wrist to his lips.

  “Suck,” I command.

  He does, and in my own briefs, my cock explodes, startling me and making me gasp.

  Only twice before in my many years have I fed a human from myself, and that was because they were seriously injured and in need of healing.

  With my arms tightly wrapped around him, I shudder as the last echoes of my pleasure course through me, until I finally remember what’s going on and pry his lips from my flesh.

  Slowly, my senses start to come back to me. I motion to one of the club’s house humans and quickly instruct them to gather all our things and follow me. Then, I scoop Baker into my arms and blur down the back hallway and into one of the private suites, where I gently lay my boy on the bed. He’s so out of it that I’m not worried about him questioning how quickly I move.

  Once the house human brings our things, I ask for a few more items for aftercare. He quickly leaves and returns with them—water, juice, a few light snacks. Only after he departs do I arise long enough to lock the door. I strip and return to the bed, where Baker lies, dazed and obviously oblivious to what transpired at the end of our scene. I’m a mess and so is my boy, but I don’t care.

  He once again tightly molds himself to my body, adorable little shivers periodically rippling through him. So I draw a blanket over us and hold him tighter. I can’t warm him with my body, unfortunately.

  Note to self: buy an electric blanket.

  I have no need for one, but I want my boy properly taken care of.

  Tipping his head back to make him stare into my eyes, I see he looks lost, adrift, vulnerable.

  I’m totally in love.

  Slanting my lips over his, I slowly savor the searing heat from his body washing through me where his flesh presses against mine. His pulse pounds in my ear, and the sound of his breathing fills my soul.

  This is heaven. This is bliss.

  This is home.

  Chapter 10

  There are no words in my vocabulary to adequately describe what I just experienced.

  I’m vaguely aware of Tiberius carrying me somewhere quiet, laying me on a bed, and then sliding under the covers with me.

  Echoes of pleasure so intense I can’t process it, still bounce through my body. I’m no stranger to masturbation, but I wasn’t able to do a lot of it while living at home because I always had to share a room with my ‘brothers.’ I didn’t truly know the meaning of the word privacy until I was living on my own.

  I’ve made up for lost time since arriving in Tucson, believe me. Especially once I discovered free gay porn on the Internet.

  “Wow,” I whisper once Tiberius ends that kiss.

  His handsome smile makes me hard again. “Good?”

  “Yeah.” I feel stupid asking this, but my post-orgasmic bliss has temporarily short-circuited any filter I might normally have. “Does this mean I’m not a virgin anymore?”

  His rumbling chuckle vibrates through me. “Not exactly, baby. I popped your play cherry, though.” He rolls me on top of him, so I’m staring down into those amazing blue eyes of his, two gorgeous whirlpools of magic and midnight. “Although I’ll be happy to check that off your bucket list tonight, if you’d like. Come home with me, please? I’d rather do that there than here. Then we won’t have to rush and we’ll have all the privacy we want.”

  “Yes.” I don’t need to think about it. Maybe that’s stupid, but I don’t care.

  “Do you have to go to work tomorrow?” he asks.

  “No. I’m off this weekend, for once. I’ll warn you, though. My job requires me to be there early in the morning, usually by three a.m., so I’m not normally a night owl.”

  I don’t understand the shadow that flickers across his features. “I’m not worried about that.” He effortlessly rolls me onto my b
ack, surprising me with his strength.

  My heart races as I stare up at him, my greatest fantasies come to life, and any thoughts I had about asking him to clarify his comment evaporate.

  Nothing exists outside of him and this moment.

  He holds up his hands, his meaning clear, and I reach up and press my palms against his, lacing fingers with him. His fingers close around mine and this feels so utterly perfect.

  “I want you,” he softly says. “Not just for tonight, either. This is more than a one-night stand for me.”

  Did I mention his sexy British accent?

  I try to shake myself out of this spell, even though I don’t really want to. “You don’t even know me.”

  “I know you’re perfect.”

  Heat fills my face. “Don’t lie to me.”

  He gently squeezes my hands again, shaking them to get my attention. “I’m not lying to you, and I won’t. You are perfect, in my eyes. And, even better, you’re perfect for me.”

  I want to believe him—I really do. Twice in one night, two hotties have expressed an interest in me.

  Why did I come here tonight in the first place?

  Oh, right.

  Maybe that was the best thing to happen to me after all. I never would have worked up the courage to come here tonight otherwise.

  Finally, my eyes start to skim his body.

  His naked body.

  When did he get naked? How did I miss that? My face heats even more. “Did I get… Did I…” I swallow hard. “All over you? Sorry.”

  The grin lights his eyes from deep within, with gorgeous blue flames. “You weren’t the only one who enjoyed our scene, baby. Some of that cum’s mine.” He leans in and kisses me, stealing every thought from my brain. “Tell me why you left Utah.”

  I think it’s the sudden change in direction that derails my train of thought. He catches me totally off-guard and I find myself spilling my guts about it as he closely watches me.