Monday, October 31, 2016

Midnight Mist & Moondust - Chapter Five

Beginning is here

Happy Halloween, guys! I *had* planned to wrap this up today, but these two had more to say than I thought, lol. So, we're going to keep going until they're done. ;)

Chapter Five
Caleb spent the next week glancing over his shoulder. Nothing happened while he was on the job, thank God, but it was also daylight. He delivered his packages, talked to his customers, and went about his daily routine.
The small holes where he’d been bitten quickly faded. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought they were nothing more than mosquito bites. In fact, the bite mark was gone within forty-eight hours.
The first day or two after Brone took his blood, Caleb did feel tired. He had shadows under his eyes and not much of an appetite. It wasn’t hard to convince Raleigh he had a twenty-four-hour stomach bug. The downside of that was the apartment smelled like Lysol for several days. Raleigh disinfected everything Caleb came in contact with. God, the stench was awful.
During the day, he didn’t feel Brone’s presence at all.
Nights were a different matter. The first couple nights after Brone accosted him in the movie theater’s restroom, Caleb’s dreams were… informative. He had flashes, that was the best way to describe what he’d seen. But they were flashes of a lifetime not his own.
He’d seen a long-haired brawny warrior, wrapped in tartan, and what looked a bit like a modern flak jacket that was lined with metal plates. He assumed it was Brone. He was holding some crude sword in his hands.
Other nights Caleb saw the warrior dressed in what Caleb guessed was Victorian age-type clothing. That’s when he was able to see the dark auburn of Brone’s hair. He never could see his Brone’s face clearly, but that auburn hair stood out in his mind once he woke up.
He saw who he assumed was Brone again and again, and was able to identify the time based on the clothing. The bell bottom jeans had cracked Caleb up. The last clear vision he had was of Brone holding a god-awful clunky cell phone to his ear and dressed in clothes Caleb was more familiar with. After a little research, he figured out that was probably somewhere in the 90s.
Jesus, just how old was Brone?
Then the dreams became erotic. He’d had wet dreams as a teenager, but nothing quite like this. Even his gay vampire porn couldn’t hold a candle to what he could remember from those dreams.
The two of them were wrapped together, twisting and turning on black sheets. Candle light caressed their bodies through an open window at night. Always at night. Brone’s talented hands drove him to madness. In the dreams he stood off to the side watching his dream self and Brone fucking. It was intense.
Caleb parked his vehicle and hurried toward the apartment. His route had taken longer than normal and he hadn’t gotten back to the hub until almost dark. He clocked out and hurried home. Once inside, and double checking to make sure the door was locked, he wandered into the kitchen to find something for dinner.
Raleigh didn’t get off until midnight, so he was on his own for the next several hours—a prospect he certainly didn’t relish. Maybe it was selfish, but he felt safer with Raleigh there. He had no idea why and was in actuality probably the farthest thing from the truth.
He’d tormented himself with scenarios where Brone hurt Raleigh, and he couldn’t live with himself if that happen. Would Brone? Caleb didn’t know, that was the problem. He seriously considered selling everything he owned, quitting his job, and running… which was easier said than done.
Caleb helped himself to some of the roast and potatoes Raleigh made in the crockpot yesterday. While his dinner warmed, he fixed a soda. He stared out the window. Darkness had blanketed the land. While he waited for the microwave to finish, his mind circled back around to running, which he knew wouldn’t work.
As soon as he told Raleigh what he planned to do, Raleigh would want to know why. He wouldn’t believe the truth, so what would Caleb tell him? Plus, Brone had made it quite clear he was watching Caleb. There was a good chance he wouldn’t even get out of town before Brone would hunt him down. He was sure tempted to try, though.
Then there was the option of just walking away with nothing but the cash from his checking account. Just get up as soon as the sun rose and start driving. The problem with that was that night would eventually fall and would most likely bring with it a pissed off vampire.
Brone was intimidating enough when he was being seductive. Caleb didn’t want to deal with him mad. So what should he do? Just sit here until Brone decided to claim him? Caleb was ready to lose his mind.
The microwave dinged. He removed his plate and sat at the kitchen table, picking at the food. Lately his appetite had been off. It took less to tell him up and he was always thirsting. As he picked at his food his mind relentlessly pursued the topic of Brone. It had gotten to the point that Caleb refused to go out at night, not that it mattered. Even locked up tight in the apartment, he knew Brone was nearby.
And he yearned.
That frightened him almost more than anything else. He choked down the roast. What he felt in Brone’s arms…. He couldn’t compare it to any other relationship he’d ever had because nothing else he’d felt came close. There was also the inescapable feeling that his time was running out. Halloween loomed around the corner.
So… what to do? Wait? Or… what?                                    
Then he remembered the pendant.
Brone told him he couldn’t remove the pendant, that by accepting it he’d accepted Brone. It would’ve been nice to know that before he put the damn thing on. And speaking of the pendant… He pulled it out from underneath his shirt. Using his cell phone, he snapped a picture of it.
He needed to research the thing.
* * * *
Two hours later he had nothing to show for his time and his dinner was cold. He couldn’t find anything that even remotely resembled the pendant. Most of the forums concerning vampires were bullshit. In desperation he typed the spell into Google.
No one was more shocked than him when it had actually been translated. Hell, maybe he should have thought about that before going on to the dark web. The spell was exactly what he was told it was, but it certainly wasn’t one of a kind.
Everything had to hinge on that pendant. What had Brone told him? That by accepting it he’d accepted him. Okay then, that was something to go on. Another two hours later he found an obscure reference to something similar. From what he could tell, the pendant was some sort of beacon. Lovely. No wonder he couldn’t get the damn thing off.
He returned to the kitchen and warmed his dinner, not that he really wanted it. While he waited, he pulled the pendant out from underneath his shirt and wrapped his hand around it. Nothing happened. Trouble started when he tried to pull it over his head. His breathing would increase to the point he was panting.
Dizziness followed hot on the heels of that. The harder he tried to lift the pendant over his head, the heavier his arm became. No matter how hard he struggled, he simply couldn’t make himself take it off. The last time he tried almost resulted in him passing out. The microwave and he removed his dinner and sat back down at the table.
So obviously the pendant wasn’t coming off unless Brone removed it. Aggravated, he gave up eating. He stood and paced in the kitchen. There had to be a way to stop this. He just had to find it.
Caleb jerked to a stop. What the hell was that? It sounded… it almost sounded like someone whispering his name. But that was impossible. There was no one there but him.
The hair stood up on the back of his neck and Caleb grabbed the counter to steady himself as his body responded to the softly spoken words. Pleasure washed over him, and his cock hardened. Panting, he closed his eyes as he struggled with the feelings invading him.
His nipples hardened beneath his shirt as another wave of desire crashed through him. His body lit up. A craving started deep inside him and spread out. Sweat beaded at his hairline even though he shivered continuously.
Holy fuck, he was close to coming just from a whisper. A scratching sound caught his attention and he opened his eyes, staring at the window in the kitchen. Red eyes stared back at him.
Open the window.
Helpless to resist Caleb lurched across the kitchen to the window. Every instinct he had screamed for him to stop. To turn away. To not do what he damn well knew he was going to do. But even though his mind shouted at him to stop, his body wasn’t his to command any longer. He moved to the window and unlocked it. Still unable to resist, he slowly raised it. Before he could blink, the screen disappeared.
Invite me in.
Some part of his brain that was still functioning pointed out the rumors about vampires having to be invited in must be true. That same part of his brain desperately pointed out he really needed to keep his mouth fucking mouth shut.
“Come in.” Shit, so much for keeping his mouth shut.
Caleb couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth. But now he had other worries. He backed away from the window as a mist crept through and poured onto the floor. As he watched, it spun and writhed as a body slowly formed.
Caleb blinked, unable to believe what he was seeing. There, in his kitchen, stood the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on. But he’d thought that the first time he saw him at Midnight Mist and Moondust, the very shop where he bought the spell that was supposed to turn him into a vampire.
Any doubt he had of who had been stalking him disappeared. That long, flowing auburn hair he’d seen recently in his dreams. But now he noticed all the different colors in it. His fingers itched to touch but he remained frozen to the spot where he stood.
Brone’s pale, pale skin glowed in the moonlight. Jesus, Caleb would kill for skin that perfect. Brone was long and lean, power obvious packed into that wiry body. Dark jeans hugged his thighs and showed every curve. A black shirt clung to Brone’s muscular shoulders. The only thing that kept him from completely fading into the darkness was that bright hair.
Caleb swallowed, his mouth suddenly drier than the desert. His gaze traced the creature from the top of his gorgeous hair to the black boots he wore on his feet. He was sinfully attractive.
And deadly.
“Hello, Caleb.”
Whatever hold Brone had on him suddenly snapped, the sound echoing loudly in his head. Fear flooded Caleb, replacing the desire thumping through his body. His feet unfroze from the floor, and he stumbled away.
“Shit!” Oh God, what had he done? What had he been thinking? He fucking invited that thing inside his home, so now it could come and go as it pleased.
Caleb stumbled into the kitchen table. How the hell he managed to get himself entangled with one of the chairs he couldn’t say, but he finally managed to extricate himself. He grabbed one of the chairs to keep himself upright and looked back at Brone.
His pounding heart skipped a beat as Brone stared back at him, a slight smirk on his face and his eyes as red as sin. Even from here Caleb could see the tips of Brone’s fangs. Another wave of fear washed over him, but this time it was tampered with something else—desire. His cock, which had softened earlier, twitched with interest.
What was wrong with him? He swung the chair out of his way and, running on adrenaline, bolted out of the kitchen. But even as he ran, a small part of him demanded that he return to where he left Brone. A soft chuckle trailed behind him.
“There is no place you can run. Surely you know this by now.” Brone prowled behind Caleb.
Caleb stumbled to a stop in the den and swung around to face Brone. “I… I…. What do you want?”
Brone raised a perfectly shaped red eyebrow. “You know what I want.”
Caleb shook his head desperately. “I don’t want this!”
Brone crossed his arms and stared at Caleb. “You have dreamed and fantasized about this the majority of your life, so do not tell me you do not want it. You have actively sought the darkness and now the darkness has answered. I am offering you the one thing you have always wanted.”
“You have investigated us, researched us, looked for us. I am not the only one who has noticed either, but I am the one who will claim you.” Brone shook his head. “You humans are endlessly fascinating with your quirks and contradictions. You want what I offer, but you let fear stand in your way.”
“I…. This can’t be real!” There was a blur of movement as Brone suddenly stood in front of him. Caleb jumped, his eyes unable to track Brone when he moved with such speed. Caleb flinched as Brone grabbed him by the shoulders.
As soon as Brone touched him, Caleb’s body lit up. Fear was still there, but desire warred with it… and was winning. Right. Vampire speed. Another check in the column of what they could do.
“Denial will do you no good. I am as real as you.”
Caleb’s head fell back, and he moaned. “H-how do you do this to me?”
“My lovely little human, I am doing nothing to you. Your body knows what it wants, and that is me. We are compatible, that is why you react the way you do. You want me, but your silly human morals and fears stand in your way.”
Caleb gulped as he fought his body. “I-I don’t even know w-what that means.”
“Yes, you do. Some part of you—a part you have repressed—knows exactly what I mean. You are mine, Caleb.”
Brone flashed him a quick grin and picked him up. Caleb closed his eyes, knowing what was coming. His stomach dropped as air rushed past him. Seconds later he was resting against something soft and opened his eyes. They were on his bed with him flat on his back. Brone sat next to him.
“How the hell do you—” Caleb moaned helplessly as he watched Brone’s nails lengthen into claws. Fear spiked again even as his cock pressed against his jeans.
With one swipe of those lethal claws, Caleb’s shirt was torn open with deadly precision.  The tattered edges fell apart, exposing his chest. Caleb gasped but didn’t move. His shirt was destroyed but Brone was careful not to even nick him. His chest rose and fell with each heaving breath, but he lay still on the bed. Trying to scramble away never crossed his mind.
Brone laid a hand on Caleb’s chest. “Such warmth. Such beauty.” He licked his lips. “Such life.”
Caleb shivered. Brone’s hand was cool against his skin. Abnormally cool. Brone stood and moved to the end the bed. Brone untied Caleb’s tennis shoes and slipped them off his feet. They fell, hitting the floor, and the noise echoed through his bedroom. The only other sound he heard was his rapid breathing. Brone lifted each foot and peeled off Caleb’s socks. Caleb wiggled on his toes. He had the ability to move but he laid passively on the bed.
“Unbutton your jeans.”
Caleb found himself following Brone’s instructions.
Once they were unbuttoned, he raised his hips slipping them down along with his underwear. The redness of Brone’s eyes deepened as he took over and pulled the clothing off completely. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed them across the room.
“You are simply exquisite,” Brone whispered.
He was simply insane, that’s what he was. Why else would he be lying there as if he had nothing to fear? Instead of fighting for all that he was worth, Caleb lay there waiting for Brone to fuck him. Fear still oozed through his veins, but it wasn’t fear of Brone.
It was his fear of the unknown.
Brone was right. Caleb had wanted this his entire life—wanted it, but never really thought it was possible. And now a vampire—no, his vampire—stood in front of him offering Caleb everything he ever wanted. It was scary.
It was thrilling.
He’d been attracted to Brone from the moment he had laid eyes on him. Some secret part of him had known the danger and his need, but the knowledge was more than he could handle, so he buried it. Maybe he had known all along it wouldn’t stay buried.
With hooded eyes he watched as Brone stretched. His body wasn’t bulky with muscles, but was toned and ripped. His chest was smooth but there was an auburn trail leading down to… Caleb swallowed.
Well, if there was any question of Brone being a true ginger, the nicely trimmed bush around his cock answered that. Brone was most certainly a redhead. And well-endowed. Caleb caught himself licking his lips. He was burning up and the cool sheet against his hot skin distracted him. He shivered. Restless, he rubbed his legs against the sheet. He yearned.
Brone crawled up on the bed with him, his cool body pressed against Caleb’s side. Resting on his elbow, Brone stared down at Caleb, his gorgeous hair enveloping them. Caleb opened his legs and Brone looped one of his legs over Caleb’s.
 Caleb’s lips parted, the invitation clear. Inches apart, their breath mingled. Brone rested his claws against Caleb’s throat, gently encircling it. Desire exploded inside Caleb. His toes curled as he strained against Brone. A moan of pure need escaped him. A satisfied smile curved Brone’s lips as he leaned closer.
The first kiss was nothing more than a brush of lips. Caleb whined, wanting more. His hardness brushed against Brone. And answering hardness told him he wasn’t the only one desperate for more.
“Please,” Caleb groaned. “I want…. I like it rough.”
Brone nipped Caleb’s lip then lapped at them. “You have no idea what it is you ask for.”
The sharp burst of pain quickly faded. It took a second, but Caleb finally figured out Brone had actually broke the skin and had tasted his blood. It excited him. “I’m not made of glass.”
Brone leaned back so he can meet Caleb’s eyes. “Do you have any idea how easily humans break?”
Okay, yes, that was a little terrifying. “Are you going to break me?”
“Only in the very best of ways.”
Those words left him leaking precome. Then Brone gave him what he wanted. His mouth slanted across Caleb’s, the kiss hot and aggressive. Every nerve in Caleb’s body tingled. Helpless, he couldn’t do anything but hang on. Brone buried one of his hands in Caleb’s hair, holding his head still while Brone plundered his mouth.
This time the kiss was harder, hotter, and much more aggressive. It was exactly what he wanted. He moaned and twisted on the bed, Brone’s tongue battling with his. Brone pressed closer, his weight pressing Caleb into the bedding.
Restless with the need, Caleb rubbed his foot up and down Brone’s leg. Time lost all meaning as Brone ruled him through the passionate kiss. Finally Brone lifted his head and released Caleb’s lips. Caleb signed with disappointment.
Brone grinned. “You glow with desire, setting me on fire. Burn for me, my lovely one.”
“I… oh, God!” Caleb arched in surprise as Brone’s fingers, minus the claws, teased his stomach, working their way up.
“I am going to have to break you of that habit, I see. The human god has no place here.”
But all Caleb could focus on was how Brone rolled both of his nipples. Brone teased both of them, playing his body like a violin. Every time Brone touched nipples, his cock jumped against his belly, spreading more precome.
Brone captured his mouth again as he worked his nipples and took completely over. Eventually the kiss ended. With lazy grace Brone moved to the end of the bed. Desire thrummed through his body as Caleb watched Brone.
Brone sat near Caleb’s feet. “Lube?”
Caleb rolled to his side, opened the nightstand, and grabbed the lube. He set up and tossed it to Brone.
Brone opened it and spread some on his fingers. He glanced back at Caleb. “Show me what I want to see.”
Take a deep breath, Caleb willed his body to relax. He lay back down, and with his feet flat on the bed, he let his knees fall open, exposing him utterly to Brone’s hot gaze.
Brone, sitting between Caleb spread knees, warmed the lube. Caleb bit his lip as Brone leisurely stroked his cock. Those talented fingers were driving him crazy, and he opened his legs wider hoping to entice Brone into doing more. Chuckling softly Brone slid a finger down to tease Caleb’s hot, hungry hole. He played there, working Caleb up until finally Brone eased a finger inside.
Caleb tensed from the entry, a flash of pain crossing his features, his ring unyielding.
“Relax and let me in. I will not hurt you.”
Caleb struggled to relax the guardian muscle. Brone pulled his finger out, added more lube, then worked his finger back inside. Caleb grunted, and Brone stilled until Caleb eased the stranglehold he had on Brone’s fingers.
“Oh, yes.” Now that he had finally relaxed, it felt so much better. Caleb moaned and thrust back, wanting more. Needing more.
“So tight,” Brone hissed.
Brone fingered at him, working him open. Caleb barely had time to catch his breath before Brone entered him with another finger, then twisted, hunting for his hot spot. Caleb arched, his hands clawing at the sheet under him. His head thrashed on the bed.
“Perfection,” Brone said.
Sharp sparks of desire slammed into Caleb, spreading throughout his body. Brone mercilessly rubbed Caleb’s hot spot while jacking him, sending him closer to the edge.
“Not like this. Please.” Caleb shook from the pleasure overwhelming him. “Don’t make me come like this. I want you in me.”
Brone used the lube on his hand to slick his cock. Caleb, still on his back, waited. He was loose and relaxed… and not afraid. But he needed to see Brone’s face as he entered him. Caleb pulled his knees up to his chest, offering his body. Brone paused, a look of longing on his face. He swallowed then placed the head of his cock at Caleb’s entrance.
Caleb moaned softly as Brone rubbed his shaft across Caleb’s hole, teasing him and spreading the lube. Frantic little moans burst forth from Caleb as Brone entered him. Oh God, Brone was long and thick. He was perfect. Caleb writhed under him, urging him on. Brone continued to push, using a little more pressure, until he sank all the way inside.
Brone pushed in, then pulled out, only to press in farther the next time. His cockhead stretched Caleb as it eased deeper inside. Then Brone shifted his hips and pressed against Caleb’s hot spot. Pleasure exploded, dimming Caleb’s mind.
“Brone, fuck me.” Caleb moaned.
Caleb moaned again when Brone raised his legs up onto his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration. Each thrust nailed his hot spot. The faster Brone thrust into Caleb and the closer Caleb got, the wilder he became, his hands scratching at Brone.
When Caleb edged closer to losing it, Brone slowed down, the thrusts becoming gentler and shorter. Once Caleb backed off from the edge, Brone started those long, hard thrusts again, throwing Caleb back to the precipice. The sounds Caleb made were animalistic.
“Please, please, finish me off, please.”
Brone suddenly bent over Caleb, his eyes glowing red. Caleb didn’t have time to panic before Brone sank his fangs into Caleb’s neck. Caleb screamed at the sudden burst of pain. Desire quickly overcame the sudden shock and, losing control, Caleb came.
Heart pounding, he wrapped his arms around Brone as he felt him feed. The pulls against his vein as Brone drank were pleasant, not painful. Brone thrust harder as he hammered Caleb several more times, then froze, buried balls deep.
Brone groaned as he came, his orgasm ripping through him as he drank. They stayed like that, locked together, until Brone softened and slipped out. Finally he removed his fangs.
He pressed his lips again Caleb’s one last time. “Soon, my lovely one. Soon.” 

         Exhaustion overcame Caleb and he slipped off to sleep.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Finicky Friday - Spiderweb Cake

Spiderweb Cake

Hey everyone, I thought it would be spooky good fun to post some recipes I had found online for Halloween. I’m going to *try* to do some of these beforehand, but I’m sure there’ll be times I won't. I'm going to call this Finicky Friday. :)

Nothing is going to come between us and chocolate cake. Not even spiders.

PREP: 0:25


1 box chocolate cake, plus ingredients called for

1/2 c. unsalted butter, softened

1 c. confectioners' sugar

7½ oz. jar marshmallow crème

1 tsp. vanilla extract

pinch of kosher salt

3/4 c. heavy cream

1 1/2 c. semisweet chocolate chips

1 tube store-bought vanilla icing


Butter and flour two 9” cake pans. Prepare cake batter according to package instructions.

Bake according to package instructions and let cool.

Once cool, place first cake on a platter.

Make frosting: In a large bowl using a hand mixer, combine butter, confectioners’ sugar, marshmallow crème, vanilla extract, and salt and beat until fluffy and combined.

Top with second cake.

Make ganache: In a small saucepan, heat heavy cream just until it bubbles. Place chocolate chips in a heatproof bowl and pour over heavy cream. Let stand 2 minutes, then whisk until chocolate is completely combined.

Pour ganache over cake. Frost a spiral of frosting on top of ganache and use a toothpick to draw cobwebs.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Midnight Mist & Moondust - Chapter Four

Beginning  is here

Chapter Four
A few nights later, he and Raleigh went to the movies. Frankly, Caleb could’ve done with a lighthearted comedy, but it was Raleigh’s turn to pick what they watched. Nevertheless, he almost balked when he saw Raleigh had picked the latest supernatural movie. And of course it had vampires and demons in it. Ordinarily he would’ve been all for it, but not right now. Not after that dream.
Still, he went with the flow. With a big tub of popcorn to share between them and monstrous drinks, they settled into their seats just as the light dimmed and the opening credits rolled.
Caleb munched on the popcorn—it was one of the main reasons he liked going to the movies. Store-bought popcorn simply didn’t compare to the salty, buttery goodness that was movie popcorn. Caleb quickly got over his objection to the show and became engrossed. He ate automatically and gulped his soda. An hour into the movie, he was squirming in his seat.
“Gotta piss. Be right back,” Caleb whispered at Raleigh.
“’Kay,” Raleigh answered, never taking his eyes from the screen.
Luckily they were sitting close to the end of the aisle so there weren’t a lot of people he had to disturb trying to get out. He made note of where they were sitting then headed for the exit. When he left the darkened theater he blinked several times to readjust to the lobby lights. There weren’t many people milling around, just a few at the concession stand.
Quickly he made his way to the restroom, opened the door, and was glad to see it was empty. He made his way to a urinal, unzipped, pulled out his cock… and nothing happened. Damn, it was cold in there.
Caleb shivered and scowled at his reluctant shaft. “Come on, come on, come on.”
Any other time his bladder would’ve been more than happy to oblige him, but since he was in a rush to get back before he missed anything good, the damn thing was being all shy and stuff. Plus, it was freaking cold in there. Why did movie theaters do that?
Then the bathroom lights flickered and dimmed. Caleb, his cock still in his hand, jumped. “What the—” 
“Hello, Caleb.”
The hair stood up on the back of Caleb’s neck. Oh shit. He knew that voice. Oh shit, no. Just no. This couldn’t be happening. No way could this be happening again. The echo of those words lay heavily in the air… the exact same words spoken to him during his dream. Oh God. His breath stuttered in his chest. Fear sunk its icy claws into him.
He so wasn’t doing this. Fuck pissing. He needed to get out this bathroom, pronto. But before he could stuff his cock back in his jeans, cool fingers wrapped around his shaft as another arm banded across his chest. Once more he found himself trapped in a steely embrace.
Caleb’s heart skipped then pounded violently. This was like his dream… almost exactly like his dream where a body was pressed close behind him, holding him tightly. His mind shrieked for him to run, but his feet were stuck to the floor.
He looked down. Just like in his dream, a pale hand with black-tipped claws held his dick. Helplessly, Caleb shook his head… as if that could wipe away what he was seeing. This couldn’t be happening. He was wide awake, for God sakes.
Cool lips caressed the side of his throat. Caleb trembled. Why couldn’t he get his body to move? Why wasn’t he screaming for help? For God’s sakes, he just stood there. And why the hell was it so fucking quiet in there? Deathly quiet. All he could hear was his own rapid breathing.
And nothing else.
No one else.
But there was sure as shit somebody behind him holding his cock. Oh God, who was he kidding? He wasn’t dreaming. He knew he wasn’t dreaming. And obviously he hadn’t been dreaming that night in cabin.
  That stupid spell worked, just not the way he wanted. It hadn’t turned him into a vampire. The damn thing had called a vampire to him instead. Either that, or someone had a fucking sick sense of humor. Right. And denial was a wonderful thing, wasn’t it?
“Have you figured it out yet, my lovely one? This is no dream. No fantasy. I am as real as you are.”
“Oh God, oh God,” Caleb whispered, as he stared at the hand holding his cock… the hand that was slowly trailing long black claws over his manhood.
“As I’ve told you before, God has no jurisdiction over me.”
“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck.” Caleb watched as his shaft was fondled… and the stupid, idiotic thing was as hard as it had ever been.
“Impatient, are we?” The creature chuckled softly. “We’ll get to that, eventually. I’ve got nothing but time, and soon, so shall you. But first things first. I think it’s time you stop hiding and admit what I am. So, tell me, Caleb.”
Caleb fought not to voice his pleasure as the pressure on his cock increased. It wasn’t painful. Oh no, pain was the last thing he felt. How was he supposed to think when that thing was stroking him? And what did it want him to tell it? “T-tell you what?”
“What am I?”
Caleb shook his head again, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. “But, but, but… there’s no such thing. It’s all folk lore and myth.”
“Try again. I want you to say it. To admit it.”
There was no point denying it, especially when the proof had its hand wrapped around his shaft. “V-vampire.”
“Good. Do you remember my name?”
Caleb’s thoughts suddenly were crystal clear. That word that had teased him endlessly burned across his mind. “Brone.”
Very good.” Brone increased his strokes. “And stop trying to remove my pendant. Understand? Now that you have put it on, it will never come off.”
Caleb shivered at the unbending promise he heard in those words then nearly jumped out of his skin when Brone nibbled at his throat. Desire warred with instinct. There was a vampire at his fucking neck, and all he could do was stand there like a blithering idiot.
“Moan for me,” Brone murmured against Caleb’s ear. “Give me your sounds.”
The command washed through him, and, unable to resist, he gave Brone what he’d wanted… his sounds. Powerlessly to resist, he moaned his pleasure as Brone stroked his dick expertly. He ached. More, he wanted more. Needed more. His mind went fuzzy.
He relaxed into Brone’s embrace, his body no longer his own. Fear danced along the edge of his mind, but the pleasure overshadowed everything. Then it happened—a sharp prick against his neck.
The stinging increased. There was a bright stab of pain, then it faded away. Pleasure rushed through him, swamping him. Dizzy. So, so dizzy. There was a sucking sound and a pull against his neck. He groaned weakly when he realized Brone had bitten him. Was drinking from him.
Concern rose swiftly and then faded away under the heavy press of pleasure. He whimpered as Brone stroked him ruthlessly. The unmistakable slap of skin on skin echoed through the empty bathroom, as did his frantic pants. His spine tingled as his orgasm hovered just out of reach. He hung on the edge as Brone continued jacking him off.
Time stood still as he drifted. A little voice in the back of his head mumbled softly about danger, blood loss, death, but then disappeared under another wave of desire. He moaned again then Brone was kissing his neck right where he had bitten him, dragging another needy moaned from Caleb.
“Soon, Caleb. Soon I will claim you as mine. Until then, be good. I’ll be watching.”
Next thing Caleb knew he was standing at the urinal staring at his cock.
“Hey dude, you okay?”
Caleb flinched. He jerked his head up to see who spoke to him. A young guy, maybe a few years younger than him, washed his hands at the sink, obvious concern on his face. Caleb glanced around the restroom, heart pounding.
Where was it? That vampire? What was his name again? The name whispered across his mind. Brone. The lights were on and as bright as when he entered the restroom. No one stood next to him. The only hand on his cock was his own.
Oh God. The only other person there was some young guy, and when the hell had he come in? Frantically, he glanced around. Nope. Not a vampire to be seen—unless the guy washing his hand was a vampire. For some reason he didn’t think so.
“Huh?” Caleb asked, dragging his attention back to the person speaking to him.
The guy nodded toward him. “You sure you’re okay? You’ve been stand there holding yourself and doing nothing for a minute or so.”
Oh good Lord, he had?
“Do I need to go get help or something?”
Help? Ha! Unless the stranger could help him with his vampire problem, he didn’t think so. A stream of urine suddenly splashed into the urinal. O-oaky. Nice of his bladder to finally get with the program.
Caleb shook his head, his face heating. Whoever this guy was probably thought he was mental. “I, ah… sorry. I was thinking about something and…  yeah. I’m fine. Didn’t mean to worry you. Thanks, man.”
Okay, so the guy washing his hands hadn’t seen anybody in there with Caleb. Caleb finished using the restroom and quickly zipped up. Maybe he should stay in there—he wasn’t entirely sure the popcorn he’d consumed was going to stay where it should. He truly felt sick. But hiding in here wasn’t safe either, as proven by what he just experienced. God, was nowhere safe then?
Home. He needed to get home and… he didn’t know what he planned to do once he got there, but remaining staying here wasn’t an option. He fled the restroom only to find the lobby of the movie theater perfectly lit. Why did that not surprise him?
Apparently the restroom was the only area to have electrical problems. It was damn sure the only one that had a vampire in it. Or was it? Fuck, he couldn’t consider that—especially not right now—or he’d lose what little of his mind remained.
An employee strode toward him, and Caleb flagged down the guy. “Hey, can I ask you something? Did the lights go out here a couple minutes ago?”
The employee shook his head no.
“Maybe in the men’s restroom then?” Caleb pressed.
“Naw, man. If the lights go out one place, they go out all over. Is everything okay?”
“Depends on your definition of okay. Thanks anyway.” Without bothering to explain—because seriously, how could he?—Caleb scurried off.
The walls are closing in on him. Each time a man happened to walk past him, Caleb tensed. Was that Brone? Shit, he had no idea because he hadn’t seen the thing. Then it hit him. Shit, he didn’t know what Brone looked like.
He discreetly peered at every guy he saw. Sweat beaded across his forehead, and his tummy rumbled ominously. One way or the other he was going home. If Raleigh refused to take him, then by God, he’d just take a cab. He found the theater showing the movie he and Raleigh picked and returned to his seat.
Raleigh leaned over. “I was beginning to wonder if you fell in.”
“I… look, man, I’m sick to my stomach. I need to go home,” Caleb said quietly.
“Right now?”
“No, next week. Of course right now.” Seriously? Then someone behind them shushed them. Caleb glared over his shoulder then turned his attention back to Raleigh. “Either take me home, or I’m getting a cab.”
Raleigh finally looked away from the screen. “Shit, man. You’re really that sick?”
“I just said I was. Take me home, Raleigh. Hell, I’ll even pay the cost of your ticket, but I need to go. Please.” Caleb’s voice wobbled. He closed his eyes. Lord, he sounded pathetic.
Raleigh immediately stood. “Say no more. Let’s get you home.”
Relieved, Caleb clambered into his feet and followed Raleigh out. The closer he got to the doors leading outside the theater, the more panic tried to set in. Which was just stupid since Brone could apparently get to him whenever and wherever. But Jesus, it was dark out there.
They stepped outside, and Caleb hurried Raleigh to the truck. He’d feel better the sooner they got inside and locked the doors. The illusion of safety was all that was keeping him from completely breaking down.
The trip home was passed in silence with Caleb lost in thought. Finally, they arrived, and Raleigh parked. Caleb all but ran to the apartment door. He unlocked it and hurried in with Raleigh close behind him.
Caleb made a beeline straight for the bathroom. He locked the door and grabbed a washcloth. After he wet it down with cold water, he pressed it against his face. His reflection in the bathroom mirror caught his eye, and he glanced up.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin was pale. The wild look in his eyes was unsettling. It wasn’t something he was used to seeing. He ran the washcloth over his face again then froze. What was that? It looked like… but, there was no way. Then he remembered the sting. He gazed at the mirror under the harsh light. Heaven help him, there were two small holes on the side of his neck.
“Oh. My. God,” Caleb whispered, leaning closer to the mirror. There was no denying what he looking at. Two small, perfectly round holes were in his throat.
He dropped the washcloth and tentatively ran his fingers over them. They tingled, and he gasped. A shiver racked his body. His knees weakened, and he barely caught himself against the sink. Last thing he needed was for his dumb ass to end up on the bathroom floor.
“Ho-ly shit.” What was he going to do? What could he do? He left the washcloth on the bathroom counter and ducked out the bathroom.
“Hey, Caleb?”
Shit. “Yeah?” Caleb paused. He really wasn’t in the mood to yak with Raleigh, but still, Raleigh had taken him home without giving him a hard time.
“Keep your cell phone on you. If you need anything, don’t get up. Text me, and I’ll bring it to you, okay?”
Well now, he felt like a monumental ass. But what was he going to do? Tell Raleigh about his run-in with a vampire in the theater’s restroom? There was no way in hell Raleigh would believe him. He wasn’t sure he believed himself. Raleigh already thought he was a bit of a flake. Oh, Raleigh had never said such, but he knew Raleigh thought he was a little odd.
“Will do, and thanks. I appreciate that.” Caleb hurried to his bedroom. He debated locking the door, but really, what was the point? The ability for vampires to turn into mist was obviously true since he saw it happen that night the cabin.
Caleb undress and got into bed. Okay, so what did he know? Thanks to that spell he bought, he’d somehow attracted the attention of vampire. Or was it actually the spell? Caleb slowly lifted his hand to where the pendant rested against his skin. Even though he wanted take it off, some compulsion stayed his hand. Brone had warned him to stop trying to take it off. How did Brone know he’d considered removing it?
Was Brone watching him? Caleb mentally slapped himself. Of course Brone was watching him. Brone has said so, hadn’t he? Brone had said a lot, including that he planned to claim Caleb as his. Caleb didn’t know exactly what that meant, but he was pretty sure it was something that was going to scare the hell out of him.

For the next several hours he struggled against the pull of sleep until, eventually, exhaustion overcame him.

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Book Title: His Premier

Series: Sizzling Miami Book 6

Author: Jessie G

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 Born into wealth and privilege, Colin Sinclair was raised on the knowledge that money could buy anything and everyone had a price. Trouble was no trouble at all, not when the money was there to sweep it under the rug. But those lessons, learned at the knee of his father, were going to be challenged in a way that would change Colin forever.

In middle class suburbia, Arnaud Dechene learned the value of hard work, focus, and dedication to a dream. He was well on his way to achieving it, the role of Premier, when he catches Colin’s eye. Rich snobs didn’t usually do it for him, but there was something about Colin that made him impossible to resist.

Despite being opposites in every way, falling into a relationship was surprisingly—and deceptively—easy, but Arnaud never lost sight of his dream and Colin had trouble accepting that he was second place to anything. When a stupid argument leads to a reckless act, the repercussions leave Arnaud fighting for his life and Colin paying with his own.

With a little meddling from an aging schemer and intentions that are more well-meaning than realistic, their paths will cross again. However, Colin and Arnaud aren’t the same men who loved with abandon. They are older and wiser, with a history that might be too big to overcome.

Fans of the series know revenge is a double-edged sword, forgiveness doesn't always come easy, and forgetting is damn near impossible. But love...well, that may just conquer all.



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Like many readers, the dream of being a writer has been with me a long time. After three decades of trying, I'd begun to doubt. Thanks to social media, I followed my favorite authors hoping to glean some words of wisdom as I pounded out half-formed ideas with alarming regularity. Two repetitive themes emerged: To be a great writer you must read a lot and your butt must be in the chair every day like it's a job. The more you write, the easier it will be to write and the better you will be at writing. I took that advice to heart and write every day. With three series in the works and counting, it's been amazing to have made this dream my reality.

I am a firm believer in marriage equality, love at first sight, power dynamics and happily ever after. I'm a lover of strong secondary characters and series filled with families, biological or chosen. All are themes you'll find throughout my books.



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