Surrender

by Cassandre Dayne

  “I do and I’ll give you all that you have begged for and yet more.” Aleks pulsed the crop across the heat of his skin in gentle movements, the act meant to tease and slice a sizzle of anticipation across his skin.

  Yet Jax shivered from need and the lust that raged within his body and his very soul. “Please, I’ll do anything you desire.”

  “I know you will and your body shall please me tonight in ways you’ve never known. I’ll give you the greatest sensations of feeling alive that your frail body could possibly understand.”

  “What will you have of me?”

  Aleks smiled, a cunning and yet mischievous look dashing across his face. ‘What will I have?”

  “What can I give you that you already do not have?”

  As Aleks pressed his fingers under the edge of the loincloth and eased Jax’s cock into his hands and sighed, his breath skated across Jax.

  Jax fell into the molten state of his roaring hunger as his lover caressed his cock, teasing the sensitive slit with a single finger over and across. He shivered and closed his eyes as intense yearning raged within him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the man. “Yes, what can I give you that will please you, Master?”

  Aleks’ throaty laugh echoed across the play chambers dancing over the various forms of equipment. He edged forward and grabbed the back of Jax’s neck, tilting his face up to gaze into his eyes “Why dear boy, what I have yearned for since the day I met you. I want nothing more than to consume your life’s blood and make you the immortal creature who will become my lover and my mate for all eternity. You’re the chosen one and the single being that will take us both into the future. Are you ready for your destiny?”

  ***

  Jax woke in a near panic. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face soaking into the thick covering of his pillow. He panted and tried to force his eyes to focus as the dazzling sunlight streamed in through the open blind. “Shit! Master? Sex? What the fuck?” What in the fucking hell had he been dreaming? Shivering, he realized he was hard as a rock and aching from his balls being so damn swollen. He glanced over at the digital clock and shook his head. It was barely eleven. Damn he needed sleep and a bit of normalcy instead of lying in bed dreaming about a freaking…god…damn…sex act with a man!

  He forced the sweat-stained covers back and launched his body up, slamming his feet onto the floor. Instantly a throbbing jab sliced into his skull from the alcohol. Pressing his hands to his temples, he groaned. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t trembling from the understanding of the vile dream. He forced the musings of Pandora’s box back into the damning crypt and struggled with the panic that threatened every part of his rational mind.

  Yet his cock remained hard.

  As he bit his lip he tried to think about the case, the murders, anything but his raging hard on but it became useless. Finally conceding to his need, he thought about Amanda as he stroked his dick. Jax needed to have her there to remind him what he wanted. “Yes…sweet woman, take me away from this dark place. Yyyyeeesssss…” His fingers danced across his swollen shaft, rubbing up and down, almost teasing at first and then with enough pressure to release the anguish centered in his swollen sacs. He moved up and down allowing one hand to squeeze his balls as he thought of her golden hair framing a delicate face. The lovely woman was petite and sexy and delicious and did everything to make his blood pulse. Tasty and tempting and…

  Your blood doesn’t sizzle for her.

  “No…no…No!” An angry rush of adrenaline skimmed his body stifling his strangled cries. He envisioned her creamy skin and warm eyes as he continued stroking and pulsing his cock. God, he needed release. Every part of his body was tense from the hunger that raged within him and couldn’t remember when it had felt like this.

  Up and down he pulsed his hand over his cock as the other squeezed and caressed his balls. He finally fell back against the soft linen closing his eyes and thinking about every sensuous and erotic experience he and Amanda had shared. Delightful. Infrequent. “Yes baby, yes. God, I need you here.” Oh yes he could sense her now as he stroked harder and faster.

  The utter delight of her body slicing against his…her face…her mouth suckling his cock, her…her…the instant almost glowing video of Aleks shattered his vision of the woman who had been his lover and for several minutes he couldn’t see anything in front of him but the dancing visions of the man’s body and raging erection as he could feel every pulsing thread of his heart racing into his system sending showering touches of light and heat.

  He shivered and realized his hand was still caressing his shaft, bringing an orgasm closer. Stopping his raging need was not possible. Jax slammed his hand up and down on the bed trying to will his erection away but as the powerful climax rushed from his swollen balls to his shaft, he threw his head back and moaned. And yet he pumped harder and faster until the climax erupted sending violent shakes skating across his body. Opening and closing his eyes, Jax struggled to block the damning visions but Aleks remained in the heat of his passion.

  Jax fell back against the bed and moaned, the last vestiges of the sinful act accentuating every heartbeat and every vile thought. Lying still as the visions flowed, his heart raced and he had a sense of dread. Fear. Perhaps he needed a vacation. Perhaps he was incensed by the ugly case. Finally as his breathing calmed, he forced himself up and moved toward the shower, hitting the walls with his fists along the way.

  ***

  He had no reason to hide in the shadows and yet he did for fear of being discovered. Not by any enemies who could do him harm but by those that would simply pry into his life and ask questions. For some he was a monster, for others a salvation and as he stood outside the window staring in at the man, the rather delicious man that could make or break all that he had, he growled and closed his eyes sensing too much activity in the neighborhood for him to be watching and planning. Risking everything he’d worked so hard to achieve, he had to know and had to see for himself. He needed a level of control and had few options. This might be the only way.

  The vision of the man in the throes of self-indulgent passion somehow surprised him. Why, he was unsure yet the sight of him lying naked and pleasuring himself was simply irrationally delicious. There was no doubt the man was struggling but why? Honing in on the man’s thoughts, he shook his head. “Of course.” His whisper almost breathless, he smiled and turned his attention to the layout of the house. It would be so easy to take him here, to claim what he had to the right to taste and yet he hesitated.

  There was no way of telling whether this would expedite things or not. The man’s instincts were very good and his skills nearly impeccable. It had certainly been easy enough to check up on the good detective. He chuckled and thought about the detective’s ex wife. She was a wretched woman and had nearly drained their bank account. The accusations had almost cost Jax Steele everything he had to his name. “Poor bastard.” Jax was perfect for everything he’d ever wanted and could be so much more. The plan had been easy enough and the kills similar yet with a sensuous flair. If Jax Steele truly was the one then he was accomplishing several things at one time, one being revenge and the other the sheer joy of tasting a new batch of humans.

  Gliding around to the back of his house, he gazed the perimeter of the area, his keen senses picked up nothing amiss. There was no one around to notice or care. He let himself inside through the unlocked door and listened just as he heard the shower starting. Licking his lips, a smile curled into a sneer. “Like taking candy from a baby.” He filtered through the downstairs seeing little of the man that indicated any passions other than work. Sparse conditions and a heavy coat of dust meant the detective was rarely home. The single plant sat on the small table by the living room window almost dead from inattention. He sighed and glanced toward the laptop humming on the overcrowded desk. He hit the space bar and raised his eyebrow.

  “My, my Detective Steele, you’re even more intelligent than I realized. I do indeed need to ke
ep track of you.” The embossed symbol of the winged god had been the perfect choice. Few knew of its origins and fewer still of the meaning and those that did ended up dead. The detective had no idea what he’d stumbled upon. The question remained did anyone know what Jax Steele had discovered?

  He moved toward the stairs, taking them three at a time and stood outside the bathroom, opening the door carefully. As he walked in, the overpowering scent of the man’s fresh sex and musky fragrance caused his mouth to water, stimulating him to the point that he had to force himself not to lash out and take him. It would not bode well to break the creature just yet. No, he had to have patience as the game was only in second gear. Licking his lips he allowed himself the pleasure of watching the shadowed outline of the man as he slid his hands down and across his naked body cleaning the sweat and remnants of cum from his body. He could almost taste the man, silky and tangy.

  The water was cut off and he stood ready, a grin riding his face like a Cheshire cat. Dear God he was in his element and loved every moment of it. In slow motion Jax Steele opened the shower curtain to face his opponent.

  “What the fuck?”

  He struck hard and fast and as the sexy detective slid to the floor, he couldn’t keep his gaze off the semi hard cock. “My lord how stunning you are.”

  ***

  Aleks jerked the car to a halt and sensed instantly he had a visitor. As he unfolded his long legs and climbed out, he stood quietly gathering the unique scent. “You can come out of hiding now. You know that I’m aware of your presence.” Slamming the car door, he crossed his arms and leaned against the side. He wasn’t concerned in general about his visit but didn’t like meeting anyone without an appointment. He glanced into the afternoon sun and even with his eyes covered by the darkest shades he still squinted from the intense light slashing into his retinas. While he was considered one of the lucky of his kind and was afforded luxuries of being gifted with human traits, bright sunlight continued to bother him. He was weary and needed a long sleep after his juicy treat and he was quickly becoming annoyed.

  The man, scarcely out of being a boy wiped his nose and mouth with the back of his hand as he inched toward Aleks. The thin blond was dressed in ill-fitting jeans and a ragged tee shirt. His feet dragging, he wore a tight grin as he kept his gaze locked onto his eyes. “Aleks. You look good man.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to see you before I shoved off I guess. Man, is that a new ride? Shit!” Whistling, he slid his hand across the shining black steel, licking his lips and grinning. “Guess you’re doing well. What the hell kind of car is this?”

  “Koenigsegg.”

  “A what? Shit man, fucking hot!”

  Aleks sighed. While John had been his enticing lover as well as his first model on and off when he first arrived in Richmond, he had been unable to teach him the finer things in life let alone wipe out his unseemly vocabulary. “Koenigsegg CCX. It’s Swedish.”

  “What, like zero to one hundred in say six seconds?”

  “Three point two but you aren’t here to talk about my love of sports cars. What’s on your mind?”

  Grinning, John fluttered his hand across the hood and smiled. “Sorry, I just love a thing of beauty. I um…just wanted to see if I could grab a job from you before I left for New York. They got big plans for me up there.”

  Aleks could sense the drugs in his system easily enough. “You know the rules, John. I can tolerate almost anything from my subjects but drug use.”

  “But I’m clean. Honest”

  Aleks grabbed his arm, jerking him forward and raised his arm. “What the hell boy do you think these are?” Needle tracks peppered his bruised inner elbow. “Do you honestly think that they’re going to accept this in New York?”

  “It was just a party last night, honest. I haven’t done anything since you threw me out until last night. I swear to God. I mean I was there at this party and the girl really wanted and I was…you know how I can be and–“

  “Enough!” Aleks snarled. Humans were stupid inconsiderate idiots that had no idea how precious life could be.

  “But…”

  “I said enough. Jonathan, you’re an educated and highly intelligent young man that had a beautiful future until you descended into drugs. Get cleaned up and don’t blow your second chance. I’m certain you won’t have another one.” Thrusting the boy’s arm down Aleks shook his head and wiped his hands. To think he had considered changing him into a heightened state of being somehow boiled his blood. How could he have been that stupid? Too many mistakes had been made in the first few months forcing Aleks into shutdown mode. He heard the sounds as John moaned but refused to turn around tossing his hair over his shoulder, Aleks strode toward the door, his long legs carrying him there in mere seconds.

  “I’ll suck your cock for fifty bucks. I know that’s all you want anyway is for a man to suck your cock. Hey, if you want you can fuck me for a hundred. I remember how much you liked my ass.”

  Aleks stopped dead in his tracks. In a moment of blinding rage, he turned and flew toward John, wrapping his hands around his neck as he slammed him into the car, rocking the entire frame up off two wheels. Hissing, he elongated his fangs and grazed them over the boy’s neck, holding him prone off the ground. It was too tempting to slice into the boy’s neck draining him of his life. The level of savagery racing through his system shocked him. “You dirty little boy. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you’re playing with here? Do you not understand what I can do to you?”

  John whimpered as his body shook violently. Sputtering, he voice was barely a ragged whisper. “I…ddddiiin’t mmmmeeaaannn anything by it. I just need…please…just money for the bus.”

  Aleks studied his terrorized eyes and realized the truth. As he slowly allowed John’s feet to touch the ground, he realized he hadn’t been so damn careless in years. To attack one of his subjects in broad daylight was dangerous and stupid and could easily destroy all that he’d accomplished. He moved back quickly and shook his head and while he was disgusted with his behavior, he was unable to yank back the rage that consumed his body and for a moment he almost ripped out the boy’s throat.

  John stumbled forward, holding his throat and coughing, sputtering saliva all over the front of his shirt. “Please. You got more money than God. I’ll do anything you want me to, anything for just a little bit of help?”

  Disgusted, Aleks closed his eyes and fought his reactions. As he swallowed hard and slid his hands through his hair, he finally looked directly into John’s eyes, his now blackened from the burning embers of rage and thirst. “You’re pathetic. Did I not teach you anything during our time together? Anything of decency among men? You come to be asking for money strung out on drugs and then attack me with your filth? How dare you. Go John before I become seriously angry and unable to control what you are well aware that I can do. I’ll forget about this ridiculous incident and your childish behavior but I do not want to see your face again. Am I clear?”

  John cocked his jaw but nodded. He blinked furiously as if holding back tears and shoved his hands into his pockets.

  Aleks straightened his shoulders and turned crisply. He’d always been careful in his selection of lovers and the majority never knew his true identity. This one he’d trusted too much and while the majority of people wouldn’t believe the ramblings of a strung out kid, the questions surrounding him would be significant and damning.

  “It’s you that is pathetic, you cock sucking freak of nature.”

  It took all that Aleks had left in his system not to ravage the boy and slice his body into bloody bits. He heard the sounds of the boy taking off, literally running for his life. Rearing his head back, he roared into the sun.

  Moments later he snarled and walked into the studio and up the stairs to his loft. He would need to sink his teeth into soft human flesh that night and while using her on a regular basis was not something he longed to do, she was at least safe and without
interest in strings.

  “I see you have no better control of your rage than you did years ago, my love. Pray tell, what happened with the boy? Might tasty looking. Should have brought him up here for a snack. Just like old times, remember dearest Aleksandr?”

  “Durac.” Stopping cold, Aleks clenched his fists as he turned slowly. His fears realized he fought losing control. This was not the best time for Durac to arrive but his presence certainly explained several things and proved his thoughts.

  “Aleksandr.”

  Aleks studied his old lover and the vampire that had turned him centuries before. Forever frozen in time, Durac’s stunning looks and luminescent green eyes would always haunt his sleep and fuel his nightmares. “I smelled your essence before lurking in the streets like the cold blooded killer that you are. What are you doing here?”

  “My, my you are indeed testy today. Cold-blooded killer? What do you think you are Aleksandr? I seem to remember many times you enjoyed our hunts and our feasts.”

  “That was decades ago.”

  “Ah, the civilized man, now are you?” Durac chuckled as he rose from the leather chair and edged toward him. “Is that any way to greet your maker?” He held out his hand in a fist and the onyx ring glistened from the energy of the man that ruled a powerful family.

  Durac followed the old ways and expected all his sires to as well. Aleksandr wanted no part of the teachings of the devil reincarnated. Yet the man, the monster had many followers who would in a moment’s notice hunt him down and slaughter him for no other reason than disrespect to the master. It wouldn’t matter that the teachings called Aleks a prince. Respect was necessary in their world of torture. He hissed as Durac’s eyes danced back and forth across his. The man was conceited and wielded his authority with an iron first. Aleks knew there was no way to escape his calling or his destiny no matter that he’d shunned the old world of Italy accepting humanity as his calling and his savior. He hadn’t taken a human life since the time that had almost destroyed him when forced to kill the one thought of as his mate. Shoving the haunting memory aside, he faced Durac.