I have to admit, the reader advisory on this one makes me grin - beware there's biting and bloodplay in this story about vampires! I would have thought that was kind of a given, seeing as they're... you know, vampires :) Suffice it to say, this one is mucho kinky! And also - I love the last line of the smutty excerpt I'm sharing here today.
Beau thought Aaron was dead to him… Imagine his surprise when his former lover slinks into his tattoo shop.
Eight months ago, vampire Beaudelaire Delacourte had it all. As a tattoo artist, he used his special ink and spells to permanently tattoo other immortals and spent countless hours feeding and indulging in BDSM with his human lover, Aaron. Then he asked to turn Aaron so his lover could join him permanently, but Aaron refused, not willing to give up his humanity.
Since then, Beau has kept his head down and stayed in his shop, only interacting with his clients who all come for his special brand of ink.
When Aaron shows up on his doorstep, half-dead and apologizing Beau is shocked to learn that his boy was turned at the local vampire club by Stephan, another vampire. Not only was Aaron turned, but his chest was torn open, his fangs were broken and he was left in an alley to die. Spurred by the need to see Beau one last time, Aaron has been hiding in an abandoned building until he found the strength to make it to Beau’s shop.
Beau takes his boy in again, promising that Aaron will earn his place back in Beau’s bed, and vowing that he will take revenge on Stephan. Unbeknownst to Beau, Aaron is only the first in a long line of humans who Stephan has created then turned out to fend for themselves. As Beau discovers that this is only one of the old rules that Stephan has broken, he and Aaron are drawn into a web of intrigue that can only end in someone’s death.
Reader Advisory: This books contains severe biting and bloodplay during sex between vampires. There is also a scene of fisting and some scenes of violence.
"That’s why I bound you with the honeysuckle.” Beau traced the tattoo again. “Do you understand? I’ve bound you to me with my tattoo. It will last forever and you will be mine as long as you wear it. I have added my will to yours with these sigils.”
“Yours.” Aaron's silent heart felt as if it could beat at that.
“That’s right.” Suddenly Beau kissed him, hard and toothy. Necessary.
His eyes went wide, and he stared into Beau’s beautiful dark eyes. God, he hadn’t forgotten how stunning Beau was. Beau stared right back, the kiss not easing for a second.
Aaron reached up, fingers tangling in the heavy mass of hair, the ebony strands raw silk. Beau growled for him again, the sound pleased rather than angry this time. Then Beau bit at his lower lip, enough to make him bleed, he sting almost delicious.
He gasped, his body trying hard to respond, his cock actually trying to respond. Then Beau clipped his own lip, the drops slipping into Aaron’s mouth. The blood tasted of fire, and he cried out, the rush unlike anything he’d ever felt. One drop after another dripped onto his tongue, his body absorbing it like a sponge.
His whole body felt alive, electric. He began to rock, the fabric of his clothes too rough, the dirt in the fibers unbearable. Whether Beau knew somehow or wanted him naked, it didn’t matter, the results were the same. Beau ripped his clothing from him, baring his skin to the air. And Beau’s touch.
He muttered out his thanks, his agony, even as he worried about the heavy scars that covered him. Beau dragged his fingers along Aaron’s skin, nails scoring him, the wounds healing immediately. The sensations confused him, aroused him and worried him. Mostly they made him want to bite.
More drops poured into his mouth as Beau kissed him, each one making things more intense. He cried out, arched into Beau’s body. Beau tongue-fucked his mouth, leading his body into a dance.
Insane. This was making him utterly insane.
Rolling on top of him, Beau rocked against him. Beau was as hard as he was. The desire stole his breath and gave him something dangerous. It gave him hope.
Beau moved slowly, thrusting against him, the huge, hard cock pushing and rubbing on his own, and every time Aaron began to worry, to doubt, another drop of blood slid into his lips, distracting him. Arousing him. Beau’s blood made him feel invincible.
“See, child? I told you I would protect you.”
“Beau,” he breathed out the name.
“Yes. And don’t you forget it. Don’t you ever forget I am your true Master.”
Beau continued to move, driving him higher. Aaron’s cock began to leak, heated drops forming at the tip. It slicked the way, Beau moving faster.
“Smell you, A.”
“I thought… I thought I’d never…” Not for an eternity.
“You weren’t with the one you were made for. Now you are.”
All Aaron could do was groan. Was this real, true?
Beau moved faster, drops of blood continuing to fall into Aaron’s mouth and making him feel more vigorous, more everything. Suddenly Beau pushed him over, rubbing them together, the friction enough to make Aaron twist.
“You’re going to come for me, Aaron. You’re going to feel it shooting through your body and out your cock.”
“Will it feel the same?” He’d dreamed of coming in Beau’s arms since he’d been turned, but had never once believed it could be true. Hell, this was the first time he’d been hard since he’d been turned.
“I don’t know—I’ve been like this a very long time.”
And Beau was perfect.
Beau bit into his lips again. “You’ll have to tell me.”
Any pleasure was more than Aaron had ever prayed for, so it didn’t matter if it were the same or nowhere near as good.
Beau rocked harder, their bodies tight together, and an ache began to build inside Aaron, the sensation huge, fierce and more than he could comprehend.
Head dropping to Aaron’s throat, Beau threatened his skin with those sharp incisors. Aaron lifted his chin, because what else was he going to do? This he understood. This he believed in.
When Beau’s teeth sank into his skin again, Aaron felt it throughout his entire body. He screamed silently, his hips jerking. Beau sucked hard, pulling Aaron’s orgasm right out of him, cum pouring from his cock.
This wasn’t coming, though. This was dissolving. This was dying, and it felt so good.
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