STORY EXCERPT

Jose Galindo clung to the tight, lean waist of the man that had just given him immortality, Leandro Jakande. He hoped he hadn’t made a mistake. But what choice did he have? Twenty was too young to die.

As Leandro shifted the Limited Edition Hayabusa Suzuki motorcycle toward the direction of his home and his namesake bar, Leandro’s, which sat side by side on the same city block, Jose pressed his cheek against Leandro’s muscular back, relishing his manly, musky scent. After battling the Romani, the powerful Romanian clan that was hell-bent on overtaking the city of Zaragoza, and then all of Spain, failing deodorant was to be somewhat expected. But the heady scent, a combination of sandalwood, patchouli, man sweat, and gasoline, proved downright intoxicating. He could stay like this forever, Jose thought. And maybe he would, now that he was immortal.

Shouting over the sound of the engine and interrupting Jose’s thoughts, Leandro asked, “How are you feeling?”

Jose inhaled deeply again, thinking about Leandro’s question. Honestly, other than being a little sore due to the blow to his chest that had ended his mortal life, he didn’t feel half bad. But I am certainly thirsty. He exhaled and licked his lips. “Actually, now that I think about it, I could use a drink.”

“That’s to be expected. Your body is beginning the transformation from a human to a vampire. Be patient.” Leandro paused and braked, distracted by a rat scurrying across their path. “Listen to what your body is telling you, and the transition should be an easy one.”

“Do I have a choice?” Jose asked.

“Of course. But if you put up a fight, it will be painful and, in the end, you will lose. It’s up to you.”

How could he argue with that? It wasn’t every day that he received advice on becoming a vampire from a vampire that was over seven hundred years old. Relaxing his full weight against Leandro, Jose wondered how his life would change now that he was dead. Kind of. “I guess I should call in sick first thing. There is no way I can go into work today.”

“Unless your job has night shifts, I suggest you call in to quit. Life as you know it has been changed forever.”

Jose let out a groan. “What am I going to do for money? How am I going to survive?”

“You can come to work for me. I have a very successful import-export business that solely exists on the Internet. No daylight hours necessary.”

Everything was moving so quickly. They had just started dating a month ago, and now, he was indebted to Leandro for the rest of eternity for saving his life and turning him into a vampire. And on top of everything else, Leandro was now offering him a job. It was like he went from the honeymoon to a decade of marriage in less than twenty-four hours.

Taking a final, sweeping right-hand turn, Leandro yelled, “Hold on tight,” as if Jose wasn’t already. On the approach to Leandro’s home, the garage door slid open, and they entered the dark, cave-like space, the door shutting soundlessly behind them.

Damn, I guess I have to let go.

Shutting down the engine, Leandro slid from the hulking machine effortlessly, offering Jose a helping hand. “Let’s find you a drink and get to bed. Tonight we have a lot of work to do, so I suggest that we get all the rest we can.”

“The import-export thing?”

“No, the war thing.”

Jose smiled sheepishly while shaking his legs to life. “Sorry, I knew that. I’m a little…groggy.”

Taking a look around, Jose was a little disappointed at what he saw, this being his first time actually in Leandro’s home. He was standing in a garage that could be anywhere in the world. When he had walked by the shuttered space entering and leaving Leandro’s bar late at night for Fraternidad meetings or just plain sex, for some reason, he thought the garage was just a cover for something more vampire-like, a lair decorated with heavy damask curtains, antique furniture, and stately oil paintings framed in gilded ornate, sizable frames. Not an actual garage with tools and a workbench and bad fluorescent lighting. He walked over and stroked a finger along a wrench absently discarded on top of a red, metallic cabinet. “So I take it you like to repair things.”

“Yep, I’m the unofficial mechanic of the Fraternidad. It’s my hobby. I find modern mechanics fascinating. These machines are a work of art.” Leandro shot a gaze of longing at his Hayabusa. “What do you find fascinating?” Leandro returned.

You. “English. I studied in Cambridge,” Jose stated proudly.

In a flash, Jose was engulfed by Leandro’s hulking arms. He spun forcibly.

Now this is more like it.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Take off your pants, slowly,” Leandro directed. “I love to watch you expose yourself to me. Your body is so beautiful. Smooth and small but still muscular. Spaniards are the most attractive men in the world.”

Jose unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped, proud but still a little self-conscious of his performance. As he pushed his pants past his hips, readying to expose his erect cock, Leandro directed him to stop.

“Turn around. I want to see that magnificent ass teasing me. Taunting me.” He reached down and rubbed his massive endowment through his pants.

Jose turned and slid his jeans past his ass cheeks and continued toward his ankles. He toed off his shoes and stepped from his pants. Completely exposed, he reached around and filled his fists with his muscular cheeks, pulling them apart and revealing his youthful bud. He wanted Leandro more than anything. His hole burned, and his cock dripped with the anticipation of his strong and powerful lover entering him forcefully, taking him, to claim him for his own for all of eternity. This was what he had wanted so desperately, and now, the moment was here. “Is this what you want?” Jose asked, gazing over his shoulder, already knowing the answer.

In an instant, Leandro tore out of his pants and steel-toed boots and had his face buried between Jose’s mounds, lapping hungrily at his pulsing bud. The sensation of Leandro’s hard, wet tongue pushing into him made Jose’s thighs quake and his knees threaten to buckle. As if reading his thoughts, Leandro stood and whisked Jose onto the bed dominating the center of the room, saving him from hitting the floor. “Easy, cariño,” Jose coached. “You don’t know your strength right now, but I’m a little more delicate than you are.”

Angling over Jose, Leandro slid between Jose’s legs and ground his engorged, ebony cock against Jose’s. “Don’t underestimate your strength. I saw you battling the Romani. You were impressive. Sexy and impressive.”

Jose released a chuckle. “May I remind you that Constantin crushed many of my bones and caused irreparable internal injuries and the only reason I’m still here is that I drank from your veins.”

“Constantin is one fucking badass. You’ll get back at him next time.”

“Yes, I will, but let’s not bring up that Romanian runt right now. It’ll put me out of the mood, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Jose assured.

Leandro answered Jose with a crushing kiss.

This felt different, Jose thought. Leandro’s kiss was more passionate and hungrier than he had remembered. And his body felt sleeker, hotter, and meatier under his fingertips than ever before. The only thing that had changed was that he was now a vampire, or well on his way at least. Jose’s brain exploded, kissing Leandro back and drinking him in.

Through the kiss, Leandro asked the question Jose had longed to hear. “I need to fuck you, to make love to you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Jose squeaked out, excited and nervous at the same time. He wasn’t that experienced in bottoming. And Leandro was big. And long. And fat.

Positioning himself in the center of the bed and grabbing behind his knees, Jose rolled into a more favorable and accessible position. “Please take me. I want that more than anything right now.” Jose tightened his sphincter, causing his balls to jump and his bud to pulse.

The look that flashed onto Leandro’s face sent chills racing throughout every cell in Jose’s body. It was a look of pure lust wrapped in greed. Jose had never seen that look from him, or anyone, before. Ever. A little voice in his head sang out. Uh-oh.

Leandro took what Jose was serving. Inching closer, he grabbed his oozing cock and pushed it against Jose’s hole. Encircling with his plump head and making Jose slick, he reached up and cupped Jose’s chin. “This means a lot,” he said with a growl. “And I will be careful. I don’t want to hurt you unless you want me to.” His dark brow arched as he gazed from under his thick, coal-black lashes.

Jose took in a shuddering breath and nodded. “Do it. I need you.”

Leandro guided the head of his cock in, slowly at first so Jose could adapt, intuitively knowing that he needed to be careful. Inch by inch, he filled Jose’s carnal desire, stretching him only as an expert lover could.

Jose squeezed his eyes shut as tears of pleasure and pain pricked at the corners. Breathe, he reminded himself as he opened his legs further apart allowing Leandro to come closer. Opening his eyes, he felt hot tears spill onto his cheeks. Leandro leaned in and kissed them away.

As Leandro started his sweet ride, Jose opened his eyes to see his lover’s gaze searing into him, feeling his intensity.

In.

Out.

He kissed and chewed at Jose’s bottom lip, slicing into his tender flesh. Jose licked at his lips, tasting his own blood, the sweet and salty taste fueling his desire to get fucked harder. “Go deeper,” he choked out. “I’m okay…and ready.”