Blurb:
Tristan’s life as a vampire
is simple enough when he and his familiar John go out for a drink one night.
However, he didn’t count on running into Rory, a guy he shared a steamy kiss
with at a party, and he definitely did not plan on John and Rory being attacked
by a vampire-werewolf hybrid sent by Tristan’s vengeful brother. Both men are
infected, and both men turn, one into a vampire and the other into a werewolf.
The attractions, and conflicts, between the three men make sparks fly as they
try to learn more about what has happened, but Tristan’s brother has little
desire to help them. Tristan was born a supernatural being, but how will Rory and
John adjust? And in the end, will both men be open-minded enough to accept the
love they could both enjoy with Tristan?
Excerpt: (Warning: explicit content, NC-17)
“I met Tristan at a party,
too,” John said. “I was too shy to talk to him even after I had caught him
looking at me several times. I’d only had one boyfriend, and we hadn’t gone
beyond a few groping kisses. The sexual power I felt from Tristan blew me
away.”
“I still feel it from him.
I guess.” Rory let out a ragged, frustrated sigh. “Maybe it’s because you’re a
vampire now. Maybe it’s that, not
something special about Tristan. I reacted to him because he’s hot and a
vampire.”
“That could be it,” John
said, amazed at how disappointed he felt.
Rory gave him a half
smile. “You don’t get what I’m getting at? I was attracted to him because he’s
a vampire—maybe—but now that you two are on even footing you’re the one I
want.”
“That’s flattering, but it
still probably has something to do with that hybrid biting us.”
Rory ran his thumb over
John’s lower lip as he cupped his cheek. “You sounded so disappointed a moment
ago. If Tristan really won’t care, why can’t we share something? Whether we
touch once or ten times, will he care?”
“He is starting to get
jealous. A little.” John pressed Rory’s hand to his cheek, kissing the palm.
“You like that. I can feel
it.”
John hesitated. How could
he deny it? Hearing Tristan say he didn’t like Rory coming between them had
turned him on. Tristan asking him to promise nothing would change between them
had made him feel like things were changing in a way. “It’s nice to hear him
say how much he needs me, too.”
“And right now, I need you.” Rory pulled him in for a gentle but searching
kiss.
John reached over and
stroked Rory’s cock, making him moan softly. When they parted, John said, “You
made a fine point earlier. I would have died if he’d denied me.” The weight of
Rory’s cock resting in his palm felt good. Being the dominant one, the one with
the power, felt even better. He’d never felt so desired with anyone before.
Rory moaned again and took
John’s face in his hands. He feathered soft kisses over his lips. “I’ve never
been with a guy before. I kissed a friend I liked, then Tristan.” He moved one
hand down and slipped his fingers around John’s cock again.
John pulled him closer as
his fingers tightened and stroked with more insistence. “You could have fooled
me.” Their kisses became more urgent. The desire he felt coming off of Rory
intoxicated him. Was this how Tristan felt that first time they touched? Rory
fumbled with his robe trying to untie it. Finally John helped him and pulled it
off. Within seconds, Rory was on his knees stroking John’s cock.
“You don’t have to,” John
whispered as he focused on him.
But Rory’s face showed how
much he wanted to. He licked the tip, then swirled his tongue around the head.
Lifting it, he ran his tongue down the underside before taking it in his mouth
to suck. He was slow and gentle, and John arched against his mouth. The need
for blood began to build as Rory sucked. The bloodlust had only floated in the
back of his mind until now, but Rory’s touch made it burn in his veins. For a
few moments he guided Rory’s movements, but then he pushed him back. Watching
Rory kneel on the floor and start to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving
John’s bobbing cock, made John growl low in his throat.
Rory’s hand stilled, and
his eyes jerked up in surprise, but that faded as John took him by the
shoulders, pulled him back onto the bed and jerked his boxers off. He pushed
Rory to the middle of the bed, running his hands up and down Rory’s body. When he
felt Rory tremble, he stopped and said, “Don’t be afraid of me.”
“Never.” The word carried
such tenderness and trust that John simply stared into Rory’s eyes for several
moments. Then he spread Rory’s legs.
“This is what I love. I
think you’ll enjoy it.” He took Rory’s cock into his mouth and sucked steadily
as he massaged his balls. Rory reached down to rub his shoulders and run his
fingers through John’s hair. When John released him, he ran one fang over his
thigh. He looked up at Rory, who propped himself on his elbows to watch. John
did it again, letting his fang cut deeper, and then he began to suck as his
left hand pumped Rory’s cock.
“God, I can’t believe it,”
Rory said, undulating his hips on the bed beneath John.
John sucked harder,
overwhelmed by how good Rory tasted. His
own blood rushed in his ears as the vital fluid that tasted like honey, wine,
and spices flowed into his mouth. When the full euphoria hit John, he jerked
back and then laved the wound to heal it. John felt half-drunk as he took
Rory’s cock back into his mouth and sucked him.
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