Blood Claim by Laura Mykles (free e books to read .txt) 📕

When he was sure the scowl was gone by the sudden arousal jabbing him under his own lengthening cock, he pulled back and smiled at his lover. “Give me more than one-syllable answers, and I won't have to keep asking why."

Hands gripping Hunter's face, Malcolm's gaze darted over every surface and plane, studying it, searching for something. Hunter wasn't sure what, but his survival instincts told him to relax into the vampire's hold and let his mind fall open. All resistance flowing out of him, all his walls and defenses dropped. He laid his emotions and thoughts bare to all scrutiny, his fate resting, just like his face, in this creature's powerful hands.

"Because I want you as you are.” Malcolm's tone was deep, raw, and husky with desire and possessive hunger. It sent a thrill directly to Hunter's hardening cock. “Unchanged, unaffected by the awakening. I want your love of life and the feeling of your warmth next to me.” Malcolm wrapped a leg around Hunter, embracing him with his entire body. “You are a connection to my past, a part of me I had discarded, but now find I want to reclaim. Since I can't, I shall claim you instead.” A callused but tender thumb stroked Hunter's cheek, a lover's gentle caress. “I shall keep you as you are."

"I'll die eventually.” Hunter nudged the palm holding his cheek, wanting more but settling for a touch.

"Thralls live much longer than mere humans. Partaking of my blood in small amounts will lengthen your life span considerably."

"I can live with that."

"Yes, you can and will. Live."

"Hey, I'm with you on this one."

Leaning across Malcolm's solid chest, Hunter grabbed his father's wedding ring from the nightstand and toyed with it, the inscription forever my true desire playing over and over in his head. He looked from the ring to Malcolm's face, still seeing the intense possessiveness and claiming lust for him in the vampire's heated stare. “When you won the bet, this ring became yours, right?"

Taking the ring from Hunter's hands, Malcolm studied it for a moment, flashing the dim bedroom lamplight on it, reading the inscription again as if Hunter didn't know the vampire had it memorized. Suddenly he handed it back, his manner curt and authoritative. “It's yours now. Put it on."

Unable to hide his pleasure, Hunter put on his most innocent expression. “You're giving it to me?"

Malcolm's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he answered, “Yes."

A mischievous smile nudged the innocent look off Hunter's face. “It says, forever my true desire."

"I am aware of that.” There was a long-suffering impatience to his words, as if the vampire was well aware Hunter was baiting him.

"You want me to wear a wedding band? From you? One that proclaims me to be your true desire?” There was a teasing note in his tone, but Hunter really wanted to hear Malcolm said it out loud.

"Will you always need this much reassurance?” Malcolm grunted slightly as Hunter rolled and sat up, straddling the vampire's hips, his firm, bare ass sliding back to wedge Malcolm's growing shaft between its warm, smooth globes. “Because if you do, I'll be forced to drain you right now and save myself the frustrating burden of a high-maintenance lover."

"Do I frustrate you?” Hunter rubbed his ass against the hot cock that branded his flesh from asshole to low back. A sultry, seductive smile teased his lips.

The smile instantly vanished when Malcolm took his face between both his cupped hands and pulled Hunter to his chest, eyes filled with an intensity and heat unlike anything Hunter had ever seen.

Hunter's heart jumped into his throat at the low, raw sound of Malcolm's rasping voice. The vampire whispered mere inches from his lips, eyes locked on Hunter's now serious expression.

"Like no one has frustrated me in all of recorded time."

Hunter was dragged down into a kiss that etched the word forever into his mind and his heart. It was rough and demanding, almost brutal in intensity. Hunter knew his lips would be bruised and swollen later. Without pause, the kiss suddenly gentled into a passionate embrace, full of desire and caring so tender, Hunter's eyes flashed open to make sure he was still kissing Malcolm.

When it was done, Hunter panted heavily, body flooded with warmth, both emotional and physical. He touched his tongue to the tender corner of his mouth, enjoying what the tiny ache told him about his lover's feelings that Malcolm couldn't say out loud.

Eyes ablaze with wonder and want, he ran a finger over Malcolm's parted mouth, pricking his fingertip on one barely extended fang. He slid the bleeding finger across Malcolm's lips, then into the vampire's mouth. He felt the groan from Malcolm's chest vibrate through his entire body. His cock jumped, and the heat at his ass grew thicker, the tip rubbing a sticky spot into his spine.

"What do you say we see if we can make up for some of that unsatisfying recorded time of yours? We've got forever, right?"

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Wolfe's Recluse

Jet Mykles

The mere sound of his cell phone's ringtone shouldn't make him hard. It really shouldn't.

But it did.

Matt stared at the tiny little steel-gray rectangle that was one of his only conduits to life outside his apartment. The phone's outer screen winked brilliant neon blue at him, and the caller ID told him what he already knew. Wolfe was calling. Wolfe was the only one who ever called him anymore.

Swallowing, forcing calm, and ignoring the boner, Matt reached for the phone and punched the button as he raised it to his ear. “Hey."

"Hello, Matt.” Sultry, sexy voice. Did nothing to quell the monster in Matt's pants. “Are you done yet?"

Matt clicked the speaker button on his phone and set the cell on the desk beside him. “Almost.” He focused on the application screens interspersed across one of the monitors on the desk before him, fingers automatically going to the keyboard to finish a line of code.

"How ‘almost'?"

Matt frowned at himself and hit the backspace to