Blood Lure (19 page)

Jared mumbled his agreement as he took Joey’s cock into his mouth, sucking and licking at the throbbing flesh. He fondled Joey’s balls then added his tongue, taking long swipes over the soft skin. He lifted Joey’s legs, exposing the little pucker hiding in the cleft between Joey’s butt cheeks. Jared plunged in, tongue first, and Joey’s body arched, a long sighing moan of ecstasy escaping his lips.

There had to be something magical about Jared’s tongue, the way it set Joey’s blood on fire with every tingling pass it made over his opening, with every probe as the tip slid inside.

Joey thought he might just lose it from these sensations Jared created in him. Then came the exquisite sensation of Jared’s cock pushing its way into Joey’s tight heat, the long glide into his core, fusing their bodies together. Jared lowered his head to Joey’s chest, his teeth worrying gently at each nipple, his tongue sensuously stroking the tiny hard nubs. Joey writhed under him as Jared’s mouth inched higher weaving a scorching passionate trail over Joey’s throat before taking his lips with a kiss that stole Joey’s breath and again, blurred all rational thought.

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He moved under Jared to the rhythm he had begun, slow and sensuous at first, quickening in pace as their need drove them towards their mutual orgasms. Jared’s pulsing cock gliding back and forth inside Joey’s silken heat was an ecstasy Joey wanted to last forever, to never let go of. His eyes screwed up tight in an effort to stave off the climax that threatened to erupt from him at any second. He whimpered then gasped as Jared’s hand enclosed his erection.

“Ah, Jared, I love you.”

“I love you too, Joey.”

Jared crushed Joey’s body to his own as his young lover’s orgasm overwhelmed him, his cum jetting out of him in scalding spasms spraying both of their chests and landing on Joey’s lips. Jared licked the cum from Joey’s mouth, the taste and scent taking him over the edge and into his own mind-searing orgasm. His entire being was caught up in the climax that swept through him, the already thrilling sensations magnified to almost unbearable rapture by his vampire senses.

Spent, sated, he collapsed over Joey, his mouth claiming Joey’s with a kiss that left words unsaid and unnecessary. Yet, his mind seethed with emotions he couldn’t remember ever having in his long existence. He had said the words Joey wanted to hear, in a rush of intense passion, but he had meant it, still meant it even when the sexual heat abated and left him content only to feel the warmth of Joey’s body pressed to his, Joeys’ lips soft against his skin.

Yes, I love him, as I have loved no other. This mortal man has made me long for his, and only his,
companionship—forever
.

“You’ve gone awfully quiet,” Joey murmured.

Jared lifted his head from the warmth of Joey’s chest and smiled into his eyes. “You have left me speechless.”

Joey returned his smile with a tentative one of his own. “I meant what I said earlier, Jared. I really do love you.”

“And I love you, Joey.”

“Does that mean we’re what Chris called, forever companions?”

“If you wish it, then yes.”

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Joey wrapped his arms around Jared’s neck and drew him down for a long sensuous kiss. “I do wish it, Jared. With all my heart, I wish it.”

“Then we will make it so.”

“Chris said he and Carlos have exchanged blood…”

“That is part of it, yes.” Jared’s forehead crinkled in a slight frown. “I would not immediately force that upon you, if you have any doubts—”

“God, no. I have no doubts. This is what I want, Jared. You and me together, forever—if you can stand it!”

Jared chuckled. “My sweet Joey…” He sat up and slipped an arm around Joey, holding him close.

“There’s something you should know—you already have more than a trace of vampire blood in you.”

Joey’s head jerked up off Jared’s shoulder and he stared at him wide-eyed. “I do? But how? I don’t remember you—”

“Not me, Joey—Micah.”

“What?
Micah
. Wait, what am I missing here?”

“Some time ago when Carlos revealed himself to Chris,” Jared explained, “I’m afraid Chris reacted badly and Carlos erased himself from Chris’ memory.”

“Yes, Chris told me all about it the other night at his apartment. At the time, I thought Chris was just in total denial of ever knowing Carlos.”

“Right, so
Roger
concocted a foolhardy, but well-intentioned, plan to implant a memory of Carlos in Chris’ mind. To do so he had to blood bond with Chris.”

“But what had that to do with me?”

“You were with Chris that night, and rather than have you panic when Chris suddenly disappeared, abducted as it were by Roger, Micah took you—”

“Oh, my God…” Joey’s head fell back on Jared’s shoulder. “I remember now. For a moment that night, I thought I’d had sex with Chris—but it was Micah?”

“Well, you didn’t have sex with him, you exchanged blood. He left you with a feeling of rapture.”

“And how! Then Chris was babbling about Carlos, but still acting weird about him. So that’s what happened. Jeez…
Micah
.”

“Are you upset?’

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“No, no… Just a little weirded out, I guess. How did you find this out?”

“I sensed there was something different about you, and Marcus confirmed it after meeting you. He forced a confession from Roger.”

“Those guys…” Joey shook his head.

“They meant well,” Jared said quietly.

“Oh yeah, I can see that. If Roger hadn’t intervened, Chris and Carlos might never have got together again—and I just happened to be in the way. Well, I’m glad it all worked for the best.”

He kissed Jared’s neck, then rolled on top of him, pressing his naked warmth to Jared’s cool skin.

“And maybe if all that hadn’t happened I’d never have met you. But I want your blood in me, Jared. I want us to be a part of one another.”

Jared cupped Joey’s face between his hands and placed a tender kiss on his lips. “You are certain that in your heart and mind, this is what you want?”

“Yes,” Joey whispered, brushing Jared’s lips with his. “Absolutely certain.”

The tip of Jared’s tongue traced the outline of Joey’s lower lip then slipped sensuously into his mouth. His arms tightened about Joey’s body and held him fast. His mouth moved to Joey’s throat and he nipped gently at the skin, drawing blood. He could feel the hammering of Joey’s heart as his lover’s body tensed in his embrace. He bit down, his fangs piercing Joey’s flesh. A whimper escaped Joey’s lips but he pressed himself deeper into Jared’s arms.

A rush of hot, rich blood coated Jared’s tongue, filling his senses, dizzying him, and for a few moments he had to fight to control what every vampire was susceptible to—the blood lust—that insidiously subtle but dangerous impulse to drink more than the human heart could endure.

Swallowing Joey’s heady essence, Jared licked the wounds closed then raised his wrist to his mouth and bit deep into the vein. “Now drink from me Joey, my love,” he whispered, holding his wrist to Joey’s lips.

“Drink, and be mine forever.”

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Joey stood on the small balcony off his living room and gazed out at the starlit night. He didn’t know quite what he’d expected after drinking Jared’s blood. An immediate feeling of immortality, of invincibility perhaps? That hadn’t happened, and as Jared had explained later, it would take time—and more of his blood. But what Joey had experienced had nevertheless exceeded all of his expectations. The intense sexual rush, the sense of being physically and mentally bonded to Jared had been overwhelming, the closeness exhilarating, the love he felt for Jared, boundless.

He turned at the sound of movement behind him. Jared was standing in the open door that led out onto the balcony, a glass of red wine in each hand.

“I thought we might celebrate the consummation of our blood bond with a little wine,”

he said, smiling and handed Joey his glass.

“I like that idea,” Joey said, though his smile was rueful. “I just wish we had something a little better than this stuff. I know you’re used to so much better.”

Jared leant forward and kissed Joey. “The finest wine in the world could never compare with what we have just shared.”

Joey nibbled gently on Jared’s lower lip. “You know all the right things to say.”

“Salud.” Jared touched his glass to Joey’s. “Here’s to our long life together.”

After they had sipped the wine, Jared put his arm around Joey and guided him back into the living room.

“How are your parents?” he asked, closing the screen on the glass sliding door.

“Wonderful, thanks to you. Dad sends his regards, and Mom wants to know when you’ll come back to visit with me.”

“We’ll do that soon, I promise.”

Joey sat on the couch and pulled Jared down beside him. “Dad’s started writing a book.

It’s called ‘Lady of the Night’, and Mom says it’s really good. He gives her each page to read as he finishes it.”

“Lady of the Night,” Jared repeated. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“Yes it does.” Joey smiled, remembering. “When I think about the fact that all those fantastic stories he told Chris and me were actually his memories of her, it just blows my mind.”

“And now, everyone will be able to read them.” Jared kissed Joey’s cheek. “The stories will live forever.”

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“How cool is that?”

Jared smiled and kissed the tip of Joey’s nose. “Very cool, indeed.”

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Lazlo Marek stood outside Tommy’s apartment waiting for the young fire fighter to come home. What a fool Andrew was, he thought, to keep his romantic ideas about this mortal so much in the front of his mind. He knew Andrew had been trying to reach him, trying to locate his whereabouts, but Marek was older, and in his opinion, wiser than Andrew or his brother, Michael, could have ever been. It wouldn’t be long now until he finished what he’d set out to do—destroy both his nephews and take what they never even realised they had.

The fools
.

If Michael had only known he and Andrew were heirs to a vast fortune, he would never have been in debt to Fieldman, but then Marek would not have been able to manipulate the brothers as he had. It had been his hope that Andrew would have killed Jared, thus sealing his own fate, but Jared had proved the stronger, or perhaps Andrew had not the will to kill his ex-lover. Infatuation, a fool’s game, had weakened him no doubt. Not that it mattered now.

The lure of the young fireman’s sweet blood and body would prove too much for Andrew to resist, and he would fall into the trap Marek had set for him. Nor did it matter to Marek that Jared had informed Marcus Verano of his treachery. He had taken precautions that would prevent the other vampires from bringing him to justice. As long as he had Andrew’s lover in his grasp, the others would not endanger the young man for Andrew’s sake. His plan would work, and by the time they discovered what he’d done, it would be too late.

His eyes narrowed as Tommy turned the corner astride his motor bike, the low growl of the engine the only sound on the darkened, empty street. He watched Tommy dismount then remove his helmet, running his hand through his blond hair as he hurried towards the apartment steps.

Marek probed the young man’s mind and found it a jumble of anticipation and exhilaration. Marek smirked.

So, expecting Andrew, are you? What a pity I have to spoil your plans.

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He moved like lightning and was on Tommy before the startled man could utter a sound, lifting him off the ground and speeding upwards into the night sky. Tommy cried out and his helmet fell from his nerveless hand as Marek bit deep into his neck, severing the carotid artery and sucking the young man’s lifeblood. Swiftly, silently they flew above the clouds, Tommy, now unconscious, carried in the vampire’s arms to a place where no one would ever dream of finding them—until Lazlo Marek determined the day and the time.

Andrew frowned as he walked through the parking area outside Tommy’s apartment.

Something was wrong. He couldn’t sense Tommy’s presence even though he could see his bike parked in its allotted space. An object rolling about on the ground near the bike caught his eye.
Gods
—Tommy’s helmet! Andrew stooped to pick it up, feeling the warmth still contained in the padded interior.

In a flash he was at Tommy’s door, ringing the bell, rapping hard on the wood.

“Tommy!”

But even as he called out the name, Andrew knew something terrible had happened.

Someone had taken Tommy, and whoever it was had to have been strong enough to overpower him. Andrew was sure his young lover’s physical prowess would have helped him put up a formidable defence, unless—unless he had never even seen his attacker.

A vampire… Uncle Lazlo
.

Andrew’s senses blurred as a cold rage swept through him. With an angry growl he launched himself into the air. Aided by his keen night vision he scanned the star-studded skies, but even his powerful eyes could not discern any movement other than the occasional nightbird.

Cursing, he flew onwards until the lights of Los Angeles were left behind. He tried to detect any sign of Tommy’s lifeform, but again nothing was revealed to him. He needed help from a more powerful vampire than himself, and this was no time for foolish pride. Marcus and his friends would not deny him the aid he now needed, of that he was certain.

“Marcus…”

His mind reached out to the master vampire’s
.

“It’s Andrew
.”

The response was immediate.

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“Yes, Andrew. You are troubled
.”