Immortal Ink: Reclaiming
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.
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.
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Beau woke up wrapped around Aaron. He hadn’t meant to get Aaron back in his bed so quickly. He’d wanted to make Aaron earn it, sweat for it. But Aaron hadn’t settled, crawling under the bed every night and enduring nightmares, even after he’d helped Aaron to build a wall around his mind. Enough was enough.
Besides, he’d lost eight months’ worth of blow jobs—it was about time he caught up.
The sun was waning, he could feel it. People would expect him to open, but he thought he’d leave the doors closed tonight. He wanted to explore and feed his boy. Now that he’d let Aaron into his heart again, he intended to indulge.
There would be plenty of time to finish gathering his intel and dealing with the man who’d stolen what belonged to Beau.
Today he intended to start by giving Aaron a long, hot bath. Following that, he’d take his boy’s ass and make Aaron scream. Then perhaps he’d pierce Aaron’s cock, put in ownership of that sensitive area. Just the thought had him licking his lips and sliding his hand to wrap around the flesh in question.
Aaron moaned at his touch, the sound low and needy.
Later he would add a tattoo—a thorny rose vine. Only, the thorns would bite Aaron and not him. But first the ring in the tip. His boy would love it. Aaron always had been a bit of a pain slut. Beau pressed his thumb into Aaron’s slit, working it until drops of pre-cum began to form. From here on in, his boy would wake hard, aroused and needing every single time.
Beau loved that Aaron was coming back to him, coming back to life. He loved that it was because of him. They still had plenty of road to travel, but they were on it now, and Aaron was his, despite what Stephan had done.
Beau nudged Aaron’s balls with his knees as he tugged harder on the long cock. Aaron’s eyes flew open, his name on the sweet lips. He smiled, and stimulated Aaron’s slit once again. Aaron’s legs curled up, the little needy slut still so into slit play. Oh, the games they would have, starting today. He pushed his thumb hard into the little hole. Aaron took it, bucked into it even, begging for more.
“I always did love the way you needed.” He rubbed his nail back and forth across the lips of Aaron’s slit.
Aaron stared, those pretty eyes filling with color.
Oh, he noticed the slip and it made him smile. Eventually Aaron would call him Master. When they both recognized that he’d earned it. “Hungry for blood, cum or me?”
Aaron answered without hesitation. “You.”
He’d known what the answer would be, but he still loved hearing it.
He brought their mouths together, kissing Aaron with all his considerable being. Aaron melted against him, wrapped around him and held on.
Such a needy boy. It had been a shock when Aaron had turned him down all those months ago, refusing his offer of life together eternally. He’d known even then that alive or turned, only he could feed the hungers that lived inside Aaron.
Aaron reached up, grabbing on as Beau held his hips still. He bit at Aaron’s lower lip, then at his jaw, moving from there to Aaron’s throat. Just as last night, Aaron lifted his chin without hesitation. Beau let his teeth sink in, marking Aaron by his bite. Aaron’s belly went tight, the muscles rippling visibly.
Beau lapped at the blood he’d drawn up, groaning at the coppery taste of his boy. He wouldn’t be able to feed like he had when Aaron was human, but he could taste, share the electric zing of another demon’s life force. He only took a little bit this time—when Aaron was at full strength and had just fed, they’d be able to trade blood back and forth. It would drive his boy out of his mind.
A tiny voice whispered that his boy had been strong enough to survive six months of sheer hell and maintain his sanity. Aaron was going to be amazing when he had his strength back, when he believed that Beau was happy to have him back and that Aaron belonged to him.
Beau bit at Aaron’s left nipple. Aaron groaned, the sound like two boulders sliding together.
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