STORY EXCERPT

“Hey Lex. How’s it hangin’?”

I raised my head, arching a brow at my brother. Andre liked to use words or phrases he heard from the members of the club. I couldn’t count the number of times he decided to try a new accent because he was bored. He was pretty good at mimicking others, though. The art of imitation seemed to be one of his special talents.

“What are you doing here, Andre?” I asked, ignoring his question.

“Whatever do you mean? I’m here to support my baby brother on his mission, of course.”

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. Even after a thousand years, he still insisted on calling me his baby brother. Yes, I was younger than him, but at what age did one cease being a baby?

“We both know that isn’t true, Andre. You’re hiding from Father again, aren’t you? What did you do this time?”

Andre sighed as he flopped on the stool next to me and pounded a fist on the bar, signaling the man behind it to bring him another drink. He must have been here a while, since he was already well on his way to drunk—not an easy state to achieve for a vampire.

“Why do you always assume I did something?” he asked, tossing back another shot.

“Because you usually do,” I said. “Are you going to tell me or do I need to call Miguel and ask him?”

Andre flipped me off at the mention of his mate. Miguel was older than Andre, so much older in fact that he knew both of us before we were considered of age according to vampire law. As such, Miguel tended to treat Andre like the child that used to pull pranks and run around in his underwear because clothes made his skin itch. Without a doubt Miguel loved Andre, but he treated him more like an annoying kid brother than a mate.

“So?” I prompted.

Andre huffed. “I didn’t do anything. I got into an argument with Father about taking over the coven. He thinks that I should step up now that I’m old enough, but I don’t want it.”

“Why don’t you just get it over with? It’s not like you don’t have experience running a business,” I said, gesturing to the club in which we were currently standing.

“It’s not the same thing and you know how I feel about leading. It would be much better if you took over. You are so responsible, and you’re great at taking charge. Father should just give the coven to you.”

“You know it doesn’t work that way.”

We’ve had this conversation before. As the eldest son, the position of coven master was passed to him once he turned a thousand years old. Andre had been fighting against it for almost two hundred years, and Father wasn’t known for his patience. I sympathized with my brother. Inheriting an entire coven was a huge responsibility, and there were more people to take care of than yourself. I much preferred spending my time in peace.

“Well, it should. And Miguel is totally on Father’s side.”

“He wants you to take over as coven master? I thought he didn’t care either way?” I asked.

Andre shrugged, rubbing a hand over his face. “That’s what I thought, too, but suddenly he’s all for me taking over, saying he’ll support me and rule by my side or whatever.”

I smiled. “That sounds suspiciously like he just wants to be there for you because he cares about you, like a mate would.”

“I think he’s just trying to get me to like him so I’ll let him fuck me,” he mumbled. Okay, we were officially passed getting there and moved straight on to drunk.

“I thought you’d already done that,” I snickered, signaling the bartender to cut him off. He’d had enough.

“Please. He wishes I let him in my fine ass.”

My eyes widened. “You guys haven’t had sex yet? But you’re mates. Not to mention you’re practically attached at the hip anytime you’re around each other.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny, Lex. When Miguel pulls his head out of his ass and starts treating me like an actual mate, then we’ll talk. Until then, he’ll just have to deal with the teasing. I’m gonna go dance. When you’re done working, come find me. I’ll teach you how to have fun.” Andre smirked. I tried to slap him, but he jumped out of the way, laughing as he flitted to the dance floor.

Shaking my head, I tossed back my last shot before heading to the back rooms to find my target. The man I was looking for had been called before the vampire council. It was my job to make sure he got there. If he didn’t, they authorized the use of excessive force to bring him in, and I was very good at my job. So good, in fact, that most of my targets surrendered as soon as they heard my name.

Max, Phantom’s owner, sat behind his desk with a tiny twig of a human kneeling between his legs. He had the man’s cock in his mouth as his head bobbed, not looking the least bit happy to be there. I bet he would rather be anywhere else other than at the mercy of the fat man. He probably didn’t have much of a choice. The owner had a habit of saving humans and giving them a place to live and food to eat—not much if the young man’s lack of fat was a sign—but he never gave anything for free. I would have loved to arrest the sleazy bastard, but the council didn’t have any proof, and the humans he helped were too afraid to speak.

“Alexander, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Max said, his surprise at seeing me written across his face. I hated the way the owner said my name, like he thought it was unclean.

ADULT EXCERPT

“This will not do,” Lex hummed as he unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down my legs until they stopped at my ankles, trapped by the restraints.

“I’m sorry. I can’t seem to… Holy shit!” I screamed when he swallowed me down, not stopping until his nose was pressed against my skin.

Lex chuckled around my cock, and I moaned as vibrations shot through my balls. My hips tried to move up and thrust into his mouth, but I couldn’t get any leverage with my arms and legs restrained. I was completely at his mercy as he bobbed his head up and down, licking and sucking at my head before swallowing me back down.

There was the snap of a lid then Lex pressed one slicked finger against my hole. It had been a long time since I’d bottomed, and a thrilling rush of excitement went through me. I tried to spread my legs to give him better access, but there was nothing I could do, nowhere I could go. Lex lifted his head, his mouth pulling off me with a pop, and I moaned my protest.

“I said to relax. I’m in charge, which means all you have to do is lie there and feel.”

“I don’t really have much of a choice,” I said with a chuckle. It was nerve wracking not being able to move and being at the mercy of someone else—a vampire, no less—but the all-consuming pleasure made up for it.

“That’s the idea.” He winked and sucked me back into his mouth as he slid that circling finger inside at the same time, making me cry out.

The room was warm, made with the expectation of nudity in mind, but the contrast between Lex’s heat and the temperature of the room covered my skin in goosebumps. He hallowed his cheeks, increasing the strength of the suction with each thrust of his finger. He scraped his teeth against my cock as he pushed a second finger in beside the first and shoved them up against my prostate. I bucked at the dual sensations, and it caused his teeth to press harder. I had the sudden image of his fangs sinking into my cock.

Maybe next time.

I gasped as Lex pushed the words into my mind. I didn’t know vampires could speak telepathically.

Most cannot. It is an ability we do not gain until we are much older. I have only been able to do it for a few years myself. And before you ask, I am not reading your mind. You are projecting your thoughts. It happens when our emotions are high.

He scraped his fangs against me again, and I froze. My hands twisted around the straps holding them, gripping and pulling against them as I looked for something to ground me other than his mouth. A connection.

Do not worry. You are not ready for that yet, but I promise that one day I will introduce you to the pleasure of having fangs sink into your hard cock.

“Oh god,” I moaned as the mental image his words conjured up. How did he manage to make his thoughts so sultry? They held so much promise and intrigue. I couldn’t wait. He slammed a third finger up against my prostate, and I screamed.

Are you about to come?

“Yes. So close,” I moaned.

He grinned around me, sucking hard on the head before dipping his tongue into the slit.

Come now.

He growled in my head, and my back arched as I shot down his throat. It felt like the cum was ripped from my balls. He stroked my prostate, prolonging my orgasm until my balls were empty then kept going. His mouth continued sucking, licking up and down my sensitive cock. It felt good, made my orgasm that much stronger, but he didn’t stop. I cried out, hissing when his fingers brushed against me again and again. It was too much. My body was in sensation overload.

“Stop, too much.”

You can take it. Just a little bit longer.

For some reason, I listened to him, wanting to impress him. I gritted my teeth and bit back my protests as he continued to suck and lick my over-sensitized cock. Just as I was on the edge of what I could handle, he stopped, sliding off me with a pop and making me hiss. Lex looked down at me with a wicked grin as I panted.

“You’re a sadist,” I huffed, but my smile lessened the effect.

“And you loved it. I guess that makes you a masochist.”

“You wish.”

He laughed. “I know.”

I stuck my tongue out at him since it was all I could do, and he laughed harder before closing his teeth around my tongue and gently biting down. When he leaned down, his jean clad legs rubbed against me, and I hissed.

“Oops, sorry,” Lex snickered, not sounding sorry at all, but he untied my wrists and ankles, pulling me into a sitting position as he worked the feeling back into my arms. “How was it?”

“I have a feeling you know exactly how it was.”

“Tell me anyway.”

I rolled my eyes. “It was good.”

“Even the end?” he asked, his expression telling me that he was worried he might have gone too far. I thought about it. The sensations were a lot, but I didn’t dislike it. The memory even made my still pulsing cock twitch, which wasn’t an altogether comfortable feeling at the moment.

“Even the end,” I admitted. “Although, maybe we don’t do that every time.”

His laughter was contagious. “Deal,” he said before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I squealed—a sound I wasn’t too proud of.

“You think I did all that work for nothing?” he asked as he dropped me on the bed before slapping my ass. “Hands and knees.”