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(Excerpt from "Dark Callings: Bloodlines" by Elizabeth Jewell)
There -- in the corner. Movement against the wall. A big man, dark hair, a wide face. No outward indication he was anything other than human.
Vamp. No question about it. A younger, slighter man knelt in front of him, sucking the vamp’s dick enthusiastically. The vamp had his hand in the other man’s hair, shifting his head as he worked, varying the angles.
Riordan moved closer. The vamp’s attention shifted a little, focusing on him. Riordan gave him a look, a small smile.
The vamp smiled back. It always worked. Vamps were insatiable as a rule; Riordan would get his turn.
Looking away from Riordan again, the vamp closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. His hips bucked and his body went taut, then released. Through the dim light, Riordan could see the other man swallowing frantically. Riordan’s own cock rose hard against his zipper as he watched. The scar on his neck fairly burned, but the sensation aroused as much as it hurt.
After a few seconds, the vamp pushed the man away from him. The man looked up at him and grinned, then stood up and moved on. The vamp looked at Riordan. Riordan smiled.
“You game?” the vamp asked.
“Damn straight.” Riordan closed the short distance between them. “You got a name?”
“What the hell do you want to know my name for?”
Riordan shrugged. “Change of pace.”
“It’s Roarke.”
“Riordan.” He shoved the vamp into the wall and kissed him. The inside of his mouth was cool, and tasted of blood, but not of a fresh feed. Riordan knew the difference.
The vamp gave no protest. They rarely did, unless they’d just fed. If Riordan’s instincts were correct, this one hadn’t fed for a day or two. Which probably meant Riordan wouldn’t have to kill him.
“Roarke, huh?” he said, drawing back. “Lame name.”
“Yeah, and Riordan is so non-pretentious.” Roarke clasped Riordan’s crotch, fingers outlining his cock. Riordan resisted the temptation to close his eyes at the sensation. “What are you looking for?”
“Vampires.”
Roarke quickly withdrew his hand. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Riordan smiled. “I know what you are.”
Roarke studied his face, then his gaze fell to the scar on Riordan’s neck. “What are you?”
“Horny.” He grabbed Roarke’s shoulder and turned him around, pushing him into the wall. The vampire gasped, in surprise, no doubt. Riordan was strong, and not afraid to demonstrate that fact.
“Shit…” Roarke let Riordan move him, shifting to allow Riordan access as he reached around and unbuckled Roarke’s pants.
“You want it?” Riordan asked, sliding Roarke’s zipper down.
“Shit, yes.” He hesitated. “You gonna kill me?”
“Maybe not. Depends.”
“On what?”
“On you.” Riordan stripped Roarke’s jeans down and grabbed his ass, the full, solid, rounded muscles filling his hands nicely.
He wondered what the human who’d just blown Roarke had made of the slightly cool temperature of Roarke’s body. Probably too drugged to notice. He reached forward, curling his fingers around Roarke’s cock. It was erect again, in spite of the recently completed blowjob, fired by natural vampiric hunger, with which Riordan was all too familiar.
Roarke’s cock was thick, long, and uncut. Riordan wondered how old he was. Sometimes he could guess, from the intensity of the tingling in his neck, but not this time. A century, maybe more. It was hard to say. Old, though. Older than the one he’d killed last night.
He dug a small tube out of his pants pocket -- enough lube for one application. He carried them whenever he was out cruising vamps, because six times out of ten he ended up fucking them before he killed them, or instead of killing them. Hazard of the job -- pushing them into an intimate situation, where their natural instinct was to feed, was one of the most efficient ways to determine which side of the line they were on. He’d done it with female vamps, too. Didn’t matter much.
It had occurred to him, though, that it might be unflattering to go down in history as the vampire hunter who always carried lube.
None of that mattered at the moment. He ripped the small tube open with his teeth and squeezed the clear gel out onto his fingers. There was no reason to use a condom -- vamps couldn’t carry STDs and, as far as he’d been able to tell so far, neither could he. He pushed his fingers between the cheeks of Roarke’s ass, finding the taut opening and sliding a slick finger inside.
“You can do better than that.” Roarke’s voice was already a little ragged.
The obvious arousal in Roarke’s voice made Riordan that much harder. His cock ached -- it had been nearly twelve hours, and he needed release at this point about as badly as he needed air.
“Yeah, I can do a lot better.” Riordan shoved his finger all the way in, then slid it back out. When he went in the next time, he used two fingers. While he worked Roarke open, not too gently, he held the vamp’s shoulder against the wall with his free hand, just to remind Roarke of his strength. He wasn’t anything this vamp had encountered before and had no intention of being overpowered.
Roarke didn’t seem inclined to ask questions at the moment. Riordan shoved a third finger inside him and pushed against his back, pinning him against the wall.
“You want it?” He’d killed plenty of vamps, but he’d never raped one and didn’t intend to start now.
“Yes.”
Riordan tightened his fingers around Roarke’s cock. He liked the way it filled his fist. The soft membrane of the foreskin moved slickly under his palm and he pumped it, at the same time sliding his fingers out of Roarke, undoing his trousers to free his own hungry erection.
He shifted again, feeling Roarke move to allow him better access. He butted the head of his cock against Roarke’s open and well-lubricated ass, then thrust inside.
Roarke gasped, fingers clenching against the wall. Riordan took him hard, using only a few thrusts to sheathe himself in Roarke’s deep, open channel. The vamp wasn’t hot inside like a human, but he was deep and ready and tight. Riordan pumped heavily into him, his hand snaking around in front, working the vampire’s heavy cock.
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