by Lynn Hagen
He prayed Newman just wanted to play his games and didn’t take it as far as sex. If he did, Ian hoped the man bit him first so he could sink deep into his mind and wouldn’t have to deal with the man’s sadistic pleasures.
“I have plans for you tonight, human. Big plans. You should be honored.” Newman released his throat and ran his hands down Ian’s chest. He gave an unpleasant grunt when his hands touched Ian’s flaccid cock. “You will be hard when I take you to the viewing room and let the others play with you. Do you understand me, human?”
Ian’s breath froze in his lungs. His mind began to race at what Newman was telling him. Never before had he gone to the viewing room, and never before had anyone else played with him except Calico and then Newman. His depravities were committed in private. Ian knew any protest he had would fall on deaf ears. No one went against what a vampire wanted. If he told Newman he wasn’t going to be a part of the big plans, then Newman would simply kill him and find someone else to play with.
“Yes, Master Newman.” He had to get out of here. Ian was practically shaking apart for Newman to bite him, but Ian had seen what happened in the viewing room. He had nightmares about what he had witnessed.
“Good,” Newman said. “I will be back later to fetch you. But until then—” Newman sank his fangs into Ian’s neck, biting down hard as Ian cried out. His arms fell to his sides as he was thrown into a world where nothing existed but pleasure. His mind became murky, his thoughts fuddled, his body limp as he rode the waves of ultimate euphoria.
He felt Newman carry him to the couch and lay him down, but Ian didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. He didn’t care if he had fallen to the floor. He didn’t care that his family probably hated him. He didn’t even care if Newman wanted to use him for sex.
He just did not care.
“Hey.”
Ian blinked his eyes when someone tapped him on the face. He tried to focus, but his head wouldn’t clear and his thoughts stayed scattered.
“You need to wake up.”
Ian tried to lick his dry lips, but his tongue wouldn’t cooperate. He tried again, but only managed to let his tongue hang out of his mouth.
“If you don’t wake up, you’re going to die.”
Ian’s head flopped to the side as he tried to focus on who was talking to him. Oh, yeah, he knew this guy. He was the little vampire everyone picked on. Why was he here?
“Newman isn’t going to just share you tonight, human. It’s going to be a feeding frenzy. He plans on letting everyone drain you, and then he’s going to kill you. You need to get up.”
Ian grunted when the small guy tried to pull him up into a sitting position. His body wouldn’t stay up. He slumped back down onto the couch. “Leave me be,” he moaned.
“Then we do this the hard way.” The vampire lifted Ian off of the couch. For a little dude, the guy was strong. He wondered if the man could lift the entire couch with him on it. That would be something to see.
Ian groaned when he was carried over the man’s shoulder and down the hall. He could tell the small vampire was sneaking because he kept ducking into various rooms every few steps.
“Am I going to the viewing room?” Ian asked as his head began to throb.
“Believe me, you don’t want that.”
Ian heard a door opening and knew they were heading to the back of the club, outside to the alley.
“What are you doing?” Ian asked as his mind began to clear a little. The chill in the air was like a slap to his face. His mind wasn’t totally focused, but he was aware enough to know he was outside, naked.
“I’m saving your life,” the vampire said as he lowered Ian to the ground. “You need to get out of here and never come back. If you show your face here again, Newman will kill you.”
Ian was slumped against the brick building. He hissed when hard surface met raw back, buttocks, and legs. He began to shiver, feeling the cold air stealing the heat of the club from his skin. “Why?”
“Because you have outgrown your use. Newman is tired of you.”
Ian glanced up at the vampire as the guy headed back for the door. “Why are you helping me?”
The vampire turned, glaring down at Ian. “Trust me. It isn’t because I like you. Your presence has caused nothing but trouble since your brother found you here. I’m doing this for purely selfish reasons. If Newman kills you, the changelings will descend on this place and burn it to the ground. Newman is too arrogant to see that. Now get the fuck out of here.” The door closed, and Ian was left in the dark alley.
Cold.
Alone.
And naked.
End of Book 3: Rise to Embrace
To be continued in
Book 4: Rise to Submit
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Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.
You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.
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