Second excerpt for J. Mild M/M content.
Excerpt from Claimed by Darkness (Ellora's Cave release, March 4th)
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Setup: Damien is a vampire. Rik, his human friend and roommate, has been bitten by a lycan. As Rik begins to change, his more uncontrollable urges surface along with his strength and animal need to dominate. There is blood in the air and Damien is smart enough to know Rik is not himself. Damien has also just explained that vampire biting is sexually charged and with the blood in the air, Damien's prone to act on those impulses.
Rik was silent for a minute. “What if you bit me but didn’t try to change me? Would the were virus hurt you?”
“Not at this stage. Weres and vampires live a cautious existence. We avoid them at full moons but otherwise they live normal humanlike lives the rest of the time. If you don’t want to get bitten, you don’t antagonize them to change between full moons. Hollywood has made them out to be a nightly menace. Very few rogues are out there. Speaking to the virus, we ingest the blood and while it does flow through our veins, the symptoms are different. It’s more of a power surge in early stages. My kind never drinks from a fully converted host. It would sicken us like slow poison and result in death.”
“So it’s a safe high to bite someone like me,” Rik concluded.
The blood coursing beneath the surface of Rik’s skin sounded like a dull roar to Damien. He could smell the slight change in his chemistry but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Yes.”
“Bite me,” Rik commanded softly.
“You lost a lot of blood. Biting you would serve no purpose except as a sexual experiment.” Damien growled. “You will be feeling enough discomfort as the were virus takes hold.”
Rik leaned forward. “I feel fine. Weres have healing properties too, don’t they?” At Damien’s reluctant nod, Rik continued. “Then bite me.”
Damien rose to his feet. The temptation was too great for him to stay in the same room. Rik’s eyes seemed to glow with an inner light. It made Damien pause to look again. Could he be changing so quickly? He turned from his human friend and walked to the door.
It was more instinct than sound which had Damien spinning as Rik pounced on him, throwing Damien against the wall. Rik grabbed his shirt front and snarled in his face. Were-yellow overlaid his blue eyes until they glowed fathomlessly green. Rik was turning faster than usual.
“Bite me.” Rik’s voice dropped to dark tones unlike his natural speaking voice. Like warmed velvet, it wrapped around Damien, and called to his soul.
Damien flashed his fangs in warning. He was already dancing on the edge of sexual predation. “I’m not fucking biting you, Rik. If I bite you now I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He shoved Rik off him, surprised by the unnatural strength in the man. Rik should be passed out or weak, not shifting and careless.
Rik caught his footing and charged again. This time he went for Damien’s throat. Damien deflected, barely. He hissed. Rolling, he pinned Rik to the closed bedroom door. A low growl rumbled from Rik’s throat.
Rik didn’t move but he eyed Damien warily as he drew his face close. “I’d. Fuck. You,” Damien said slowly, making sure Rik understood exactly what the dilemma was.
The were-human’s eyes went wild. “Fucking fuck me already, fucker.”
Damien considered it for a moment. Rik’s cock pressed its swollen length to his abdomen and as Damien debated taking Rik, finally, Rik’s cock pulsed. Damien groaned as every memory of tasting him secondhand flooded his senses. Rik’s pheromones were heady, his erection prepared for a thorough sucking. God, Damien wanted to. He wanted to take that length in his mouth, bite down and bring him off as Rik shot down his throat.
Instead he stepped away. “You don’t want that. You think you do but you’d be pissed when you returned to normal.”
Rik swiped out curled fingers, angrily scoring Damien’s chest. “Don’t tell me what I want, vampire.”
His chest stung from the strike. Damien leaped the distance. Holding Rik’s head roughly to the side, Damien dragged his teeth over Rik’s neck, teasing him. Slowly, he touched the tips to his artery, giving Rik a second to reconsider. Damien’s chest squeezed with need. His cock jerked and Damien sank into his neck.
Rik’s guttural cry of pleasure washed over Damien and he released Rik’s head to do as he chose. Damien didn’t expect Rik to bury on hand in his hair, to hold him in place against his neck. He didn’t expect Rik’s other hand to reach inside Damien’s jeans, wrapping his fingers around his aching penis.