Vampire/MM
Breathless Press
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Orion is a vampire with a tragic past. After running
away from abusive parents at the tender age of sixteen, he was turned by a
ruthless elder vampire and forced to torture and sexually abuse human feeders
and submissive vampires. Though that's all behind him now, he still lives in
the shadow of what he was, and it has cost him the loyalty of Xavier, the human
feeder he loves. Malagan is Orion's closest friend--the vampire who saved him
from brutality all those years ago. Malagan knows the dominant side of
Orion--the side Xavier needs--is still there, lurking below the surface. But if
Orion's going to find his way back to who he ought to be, he'll need help. And
Malagan is just the man for the job.
Excerpt:
Despite
the desire raging inside him, and his painfully hard cock, Orion shook his
head. “I don’t know.”
“I
think you do.” Malagan stood. He went to the other side of the room and pulled
a rope, unveiling a floor to ceiling mirror mounted on the wall. He turned and
opened the door to a small closet Orion hadn’t noticed before, reached in and
hefted out a large piece of sheet-covered furniture. Malagan set the item in
front of the mirror and yanked the sheet off to reveal a leather-padded bench
with built-in wrist and ankle restraints, and a large looping strap Orion
assumed must be for a person’s neck. Malagan climbed onto the bench, stuck his
hands and feet in the restraints, and lowered his head, waiting.
Orion
sat there, dry-mouthed, barely able to think. The sight of Malagan waiting for
him—open for him—drew him to his feet and had his hands on his belt buckle in
an instinctual response. He undressed quickly, never taking his eyes off the
beautiful display in front of him. This was primal—the simple urges of a
dominant man—and Orion closed his eyes and breathed in deep before he crossed
the room. He fastened the restraints around Malagan’s wrists and ankles, left
the neck strap undone, and returned to the table for a bottle of lube. “Tell me
your safe word.”
Malagan
raised his head and looked into the mirror in front of him, at Orion’s image.
His eyes went wide as his gaze dipped to Orion’s cock. He raised an eyebrow and
swallowed hard before closing his eyes again. “My safe word is ‘potato’,
Master.”
Orion
stepped up behind Malagan, again taking deep breaths, trying desperately to calm
the excitement pounding through him. He fisted his right hand tight around the
bottle of lube to stop its shaking and squirted some of the slick substance
onto the curve of Malagan’s cheeks, smiling as it trickled down and Malagan
squirmed. He teased Malagan’s hole with only the tip of his index finger at
first, then slipped just a fraction of his finger inside. He couldn’t recall
the last time Malagan had mentioned having bottomed for anyone, and while he
surely wanted to give Malagan pain, he didn’t want to actually damage the man.
“Open your eyes,” Orion commanded. “See who owns your body.”
Malagan
let out a soft sigh and opened his eyes.
Their
gazes locked and for a moment, Orion simply looked at Malagan, reading the
unspoken statements on Malagan’s face. Malagan would never fully submit to him,
not on a base level, not on a mental level, but he might very well gain
Malagan’s physical and emotional submission, if only he could prove himself
worthy. If only he could prove himself powerful enough—dominant enough—to
control him. He nodded, holding Malagan’s gaze as he slid two more fingers in,
stretching them apart, letting Malagan know in no uncertain terms that he
needed to be prepared for what he was about to experience.
Orion
worked and teased Malagan’s body, sliding his fingers in and out, twisting
them, curling them, stroking Malagan’s sweet spot again and again. Malagan
shivered and moaned, pressing back against him, all the while never breaking
eye contact. “Are you ready for me?”
Malagan
nodded.
“No,
say the words. I want to hear them.”
Malagan
licked his lips, gave Orion a dashing smile. “I’m ready for you, Master Orion.”
**~~**
DC Juris is....
A Southern transplant who has retained none of his
accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud bisexual transgender
man who moved to New York State in 2001 for a real-life romance. By day he is a mild-mannered office manager,
by night a passionate writer of all types of romance. He lives in Upstate New York with his
husband, four dogs, two cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy
enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. Hopelessly single when it
comes to the woman in his life, DC will gladly entertain offers.
2 comments:
Sounds good DC! I wish you many sales.
I learned something about you, too. I don't think I knew you were from the south.
Hi Johnny! Thanks for stopping by! Yep, I grew up in Sunny Florida. Lakeland, to be exact.
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