by Tina Folsom
“Eddie!”
He jerked his head in Thomas’s direction, noticing how he’d turned his head.
“Don’t hurt him!” Thomas ordered.
Eddie narrowed his eyes. “He’s beating you!” He pointed at the man who was now trying to get up. “He deserves everything he’s getting!”
“No, Eddie! Leave!”
“Leave? Are you crazy? He’s tied you up, and you want me to leave?” What was happening to Thomas? Was he under some sort of spell? Had somebody overpowered him with mind control? “What the fuck are you saying?”
“He asked for it,” the human ground out, collecting the whip that had fallen from his hand.
“What?” He looked from Thomas to the human, then back, now realizing that the straps around Thomas’s wrists were made of leather, not silver. Thomas could free himself at any moment if he wanted to. However, it appeared he didn’t want to.
Then his eyes took in more of his surroundings. All kinds of flogging instruments hung on the walls around the cave, which was furnished with racks and benches, a chaise longue and several cabinets. What else was hidden behind the doors of those cabinets? More torture toys?
Realization dawned on Eddie. Was Thomas doing this to get turned on? Furious, he glared at the human. “Get out! Get out now!”
He flashed his fangs at the man, causing him to fall backwards in horror. “Out!” he screamed once more, and pointed to the door. Before the man turned, Eddie concentrated his mind on him, wiping his memory of the event.
Only when he heard the door to the garage close again and knew the man had left the house, did he turn back to Thomas.
He ran his eyes over his mentor’s back. The wounds seemed superficial. Several cuts on his lower back bled, as well as one on his ass.
Thomas glared at him. “I told you never to come in here.”
Eddie ignored Thomas’s reprimand and approached, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, his entire body tense. As he came closer, the scent of Thomas’s blood intensified.
“Why would you do such a thing? Why let yourself be beaten by a human? What’s gotten into you?” As he spoke, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Thomas’s naked body. He’d never seen such a muscled ass, such shapely thighs, on anybody. His skin glistened invitingly.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me!” Eddie challenged.
Thomas pulled one wrist from the restraints above his head, then the other. As he turned fully, Eddie’s gaze immediately fell to Thomas’s groin. Anger shot threw him as he saw Thomas’s erection.
“You were going to let him fuck you, weren’t you!?”
“No!”
“Don’t lie to me!”
Thomas glared back at him. “It’s the truth! I had no intention of having sex with him!”
“The evidence says otherwise.” He motioned to Thomas’s erect cock.
Thomas stepped closer, bringing his body almost flush with Eddie’s, his breathing harsh and uneven. “I got hard the second you walked in here. As soon as I smelled you. The only man I wanna fuck is you.”
Eddie’s heart stood still, Thomas’s words filling it with warmth. Had he just flown into a jealous rage? Did that mean what he thought it meant? He stopped himself, not wanting to let his thoughts wander any further. He didn’t want to know what it meant.
“I don’t want anybody else but you,” Thomas said, his voice softer now, his face coming closer.
“Then why?”
Thomas sighed. “There are moments in my life when I need to be dominated. When I need to submit to another’s will. To forget that I’m powerful.”
Eddie listened to the words, but didn’t fully understand. “What does it do?”
Thomas brushed his fingers over Eddie’s cheek. “It helps me control my urges.”
“Urges?” Eddie swallowed hard, his voice raspy now, his own desire growing.
“The urge to take you and make you mine, whether you want it or not.”
A hot flame shot through Eddie’s core. Whether it was the nearness to Thomas’s naked body, the smell of his blood, or the situation he was in, Eddie wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so turned on. He only knew that he had to do something about it. He slid his hand onto Thomas’s ass, drawing him closer. “What if I dominated you and made you submit to me? Would that help?”
Thomas’s eyes blinked red, his vampire side emerging. His fangs lengthened, and a ragged breath rolled over his lips. “Yes, that would help.”
Eddie pulled back, noticing Thomas’s disappointed look at having severed the connection.
“Good.” He pointed to the leather chaise longue near one wall of the room. “Lie down on your stomach.”
“What are you planning?”
“No questions!” Eddie ordered. “Lie down!”
Barely able to contain his excitement, Eddie watched as Thomas walked to the chaise longue and lowered himself onto it, taking a prone position. He followed him slowly, looking down at him as he reached him. Thomas was spread out like a feast, his thighs slightly parted, giving him a view of not only his tight backside, but also a glimpse of his balls. Then his eyes zeroed in on the cuts on his skin.
Slowly he bent over Thomas, bringing his mouth to his wounds, but Thomas moved underneath him, sliding away.
“What are you doing?” Thomas asked in an agitated voice.
“Isn’t that pretty obvious? I’m going to heal your cuts. You’re bleeding.”
“Don’t!”
Thomas’s sharp voice got his hackles up. “So it’s ok for you to drink my blood, but not for me to drink yours?” No way would he play by those lopsided rules. He grabbed Thomas’s shoulders and pressed him back down on the chaise, using his body weight to subdue him as he struggled.
“You call that submitting?” Eddie ground out and jumped on him as if he were getting on a horse.
“Let go of me!” Thomas ordered.
“Not a chance.” Eddie held his shoulders down and bent down, scooting back to sit on the top of Thomas’s thighs.
“My blood, it’s not good,” Thomas claimed, making another attempt at stopping him.
But Eddie’s tongue already darted out and licked over the first cut, collecting the blood. As the cut sealed, he closed his eyes and let the dark liquid run down his throat. His taste buds exploded and he pulled in a sharp breath.
“Not good? It’s delicious!” And it made him feel strong. He’d never had vampire blood—not consciously anyway, since during his turning Luther had to have fed him—and he’d never known what kind of power rush it created. Without pausing, he licked over the next cut, lapping up the tantalizing drops and swallowing them.
His fingers dug into Thomas’s shoulders, holding him down as he continued to struggle.
“I thought you wanted to be dominated,” he teased and licked again. “Doesn’t that mean you have to do what I want?”
“Stop it, Eddie, you’re going too far!”
“On the contrary, I’m not going far enough.” He scooted farther down, dipping his face lower until his mouth hovered over the cut on Thomas’s ass cheek. He gave a tentative lick, then another long stroke over the cut. It mended almost instantly, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to caress Thomas by pressing kisses on his skin.
A moan broke the silence in the room, and it had come from Thomas, who, underneath Eddie, had stopped fighting, his muscles relaxing. Eddie released Thomas’s shoulders, sliding his hands along his muscular torso until he reached his hips.
Eddie lifted his weight off Thomas, allowing him to lift himself onto his hands and knees.
Automatically, as if he’d done it a hundred times, Eddie ran one hand along his crack and past the entrance to his dark portal.
He dove between Thomas’s legs, touching his balls, cupping the precious stones in his palm.
A sharp hiss came from Thomas’s lips. “Fuck, Eddie! You know what I need.”
Strangely enough, he knew exactly wh
at Thomas wanted. And what Eddie craved right now.
“Do you have any lube?”
Thomas pointed to a cabinet on the wall.
Releasing Thomas’s balls, Eddie stood and walked to the cabinet, opening it. An array of sex toys lay neatly arranged on several shelves: dildos in all shapes and sizes, clamps, rings, handcuffs, and straps. His pulse kicked up. It appeared that Thomas was into some kinky shit.
While he thought this would disgust him, no such feeling rose in him. On the contrary, it only seemed to make his cock harder.
Finding the tube of lubricant, he grabbed it and turned back to Thomas, colliding with his intense gaze. No other person had ever looked at him with such hunger in his eyes.
Setting the tube on top of the cabinet for a moment, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Not breaking eye contact, he opened the button of his pants and slid the zipper down, slowly peeling away the layer of leather that hid his hard-on. As he pushed the pants down and kicked off his shoes, he noticed Thomas licking his lips.
Without hesitation, he rid himself of his boxer briefs, allowing his erection to pop free.
Then he took the tube of lubricant and walked back to the chaise, basking in the admiring glow of Thomas’s eyes. When he stopped before him, he opened the tube and pressed a dollop of it into his palm.
“I never thought you’d be the one to let . . . ” Eddie didn’t know how to put it without hurting Thomas’s feelings.
“ . . . let another man fuck me?” Thomas looked up at him. “Very few have. But with you, I want to feel everything.”
Eddie took his erection into his hand and lubricated it. The thought of feeling Thomas’s tight muscles around his cock in a few seconds almost drove him insane with lust. Impatiently, he moved between Thomas’s spread thighs, his legs to either side of the chaise longue, remaining standing behind him. Then he squeezed more lube into his hand and brought it to Thomas’s crack.
As he let his fingers slide down, a visible shiver went through Thomas. A moan followed.
When he reached the tight ring of muscle that guarded the dark portal, Eddie rubbed over it with his lube-covered fingers, circling it like a tiger its prey. Power surged inside him, making his chest swell. He would be the one to take charge now. No longer was he the person who succumbed to Thomas seducing him with his alluring touch, leaving him defenseless and weak.
Tonight, he would be the one to fuck Thomas until he was quivering and asking for mercy.
Virtually shuddering from anticipation, Eddie pressed his finger against Thomas’s anus and felt the tight muscle give way, allowing him to slip knuckle-deep inside him.
A deep groan echoed through the room. Encouraged by it, Eddie thrust his finger deeper until it could go no farther. The tightness with which Thomas’s interior muscles gripped his finger was intoxicating. His cock would never survive this.
“Fuck!” Thomas hissed.
“Yeah,” Eddie murmured, his breath deserting him. He pulled his finger out slowly, then spread more lube over the entrance and repeated the action. The second time he entered, the motion was smoother, the lubricant making him slide more easily without taking away from the exhilarating sensation of feeling Thomas gripping him.
“You love being fucked, don’t you?” he asked and moved his finger in and out in a steady rhythm.
Thomas panted, his hips rocking back and forth in synch with Eddie’s thrusts. “Get on with it!” he ground out through clenched teeth.
He didn’t have to be told twice. Pulling his finger from Thomas’s ass, he brought his rock-hard cock in position. Holding on to Thomas’s hip with one hand, he used the other to guide his cock as he pressed against the tight ring of muscle.
His knees virtually shaking from the excitement, he pressed inward, submerging the head of his cock in Thomas.
“Fuck!” he hissed, panting heavily as Thomas’s muscles squeezed his sensitive tip. Not only would he not survive this, he’d come off as a green kid in front of Thomas by spilling himself when he wasn’t even all the way inside him yet.
Taking a few breaths, he dared not move for fear of coming instantly. He’d never felt anything this tight.
“You okay?” Thomas asked, turning his head.
Eddie pulled his lower lip between his teeth, biting it to stave off his imminent orgasm. “I’m fine,” he ground out.
“Good, then you won’t mind this,” Thomas answered with a strange gleam in his eyes and suddenly pushed back his hips, taking Eddie’s cock into him to the hilt.
All air rushed from Eddie’s lungs. His pulse raced, and instinctively, he gripped Thomas’s hips with both hands, steadying himself. Without conscious thought, his body moved on its own, pulling back, then thrusting forward again. It was different from any sex he’d ever had. More intense, more urgent, more passionate.
Feeling the heat around his cock, and the intense pressure that surrounded him, accompanied by the smoothness of flesh gliding into flesh, drove him insane. He panted uncontrollably, moans and groans coming over his lips and mingling with Thomas’s sounds of pleasure.
“You like that?” Eddie asked, moaning.
“You kidding me?” his lover pressed out, breathing hard. “I’ve never had better.”
Pride spread in Eddie’s chest. This vampire who was well over a hundred years old had never had a better lover than he? That admission spurred him on even more, and he drove his cock harder into him, thrusting deep. With each stroke, he drove himself closer to the inevitable. Yet, he couldn’t slow himself down, couldn’t stop plunging faster and harder into Thomas. As if driven by some unknown power, he continued.
His fingers had long ago turned into claws and were digging into Thomas’s flesh, holding on to him for dear life. His vision was tinted red now, evidence that his eyes were glaring red. His fangs had descended and were fully extended, pushing past his lips. His vampire side had taken over, all hesitation and doubt about his actions gone. He was fucking a man, and he loved it, every single second of it. There was no shame, no embarrassment. Only a deep feeling of satisfaction. All he could feel now was Thomas, his channel squeezing him.
“You’re so fucking tight!” he cried out and continued to thrust.
“Are you complaining?”
Eddie groaned. “Fuck no! But I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Already now he could feel a tingling sensation in his balls, which had pulled up tight. His spine tensed and his tempo had increased to such a speed that a human would get dizzy watching them.
With a growl Thomas pushed back, doubling the impact of Eddie’s next thrust.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Eddie closed his eyes, threw his head back, and surrendered to the sensations washing over him. His orgasm hit him like a mega ocean wave, slamming him into his lover with such force that his knees buckled and he landed on top of him while his seed shot through his cock, filling Thomas’s ass.
Underneath him Thomas’s body jerked. “Fuck, yes!” he groaned as a visible shudder went through him, indicating his climax.
Breathlessly, Eddie continued to thrust, the movement now smoother than before. Thomas’s convulsing muscles gripped him tightly, until both his and Thomas’s orgasm ebbed.
Underneath him, Thomas breathed hard. “Fuck!” His hand reached back, sliding onto Eddie’s ass, squeezing him lightly. “You can fuck me again anytime you want to.”
Eddie felt a smile form on his lips. “Be careful what you offer, I might just take you up on it.”
“Good,” Thomas murmured.
30
Samson entered Zane’s house, walking past the bald vampire who now shut the door behind him. “Thanks for letting us hold the meeting at your house. I didn’t want to bring everybody to my place with Isabelle there. She picks up way too many adult conversations already.”
“You won’t be able to shield her forever,” Zane answered. “Do you want me to have a chat with her, letting her know it’s bad manners to listen in o
n conversations and then telepathically tell her mother?”
Samson chuckled. “She might just listen to you more than to me.” After all, Zane was her godfather, her mentor for life, and if he wasn’t mistaken, his nine-month-old daughter had a bit of a crush on him. “Everybody here yet?”
Zane motioned to the living room. “They’re waiting.”
“And Portia is gone?”
“Just as you requested. She went shopping with Maya to get a few final things for the baby shower.”
Samson smiled. “Everybody is going nuts over this baby.”
“Can’t blame them. It’s rare for a hybrid to be born.”
“How about you and Portia? Any plans yet?”
Zane quickly shook his head. “Too early. I’m not ready to share her.” Then he winked. “But it doesn’t stop us from trying.”
Samson slapped him on the shoulder. “Just watch out. It happens faster than you think.” He walked into the living room and looked at the assembled, Zane following him and shutting the door behind them.
Cain and Haven stood at the fireplace, deep in conversation. Amaury sat in an armchair, his feet up on the coffee table, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping. Quinn and Gabriel sat on the couch, checking their iPhones for messages.
“Evening,” Samson greeted them, drawing their attention to him.
Amaury opened his eyes, Cain and Haven stopped talking, and Quinn and Gabriel put away their iPhones.
“Thanks for coming here. I know this is not our usual place to conduct meetings, but it couldn’t be helped.”
“Yeah, why is that?” Amaury asked.
“I’ll go into that in a minute. But first, what I’ll tell you now has to remain in this room. You can’t let anybody else know.”
Serious faces looked back at him and heads nodded.
“Good, then let’s get started.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for Thomas?” Gabriel asked.
Samson looked at his second-in-command. Thomas was of the same rank as the rest of the assembled vampires, and excluding him clearly looked like an oversight. “No. Thomas will have to stay out of this for reasons that will become clear shortly.”
