Blood ties change with just one bite!
Julius Talmane turns Isaiah Sims because he desires
having him forever. The Triumvirate has little choice but to give its blessing
considering Julius is not only its third member, he’s Layne Indigo’s best
friend. What he didn’t see coming is falling for one woman he should never ever
dream of touching.
One creature seizes Piara Kaur Indigo’s attention;
another is thrown in her lap. Not only does she crave both, together, she intends
to keep them. Their inability to hide shared carnal desires from Piara’s son,
Layne, the strongest, most magical vampire alive, may well spin civilization
toward destruction. Nature is on a rampage and no one is safe!
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When bitten, blood runs in one color.
Cayson left Jackson and he's pissed off—Jack has one
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I WON'T STOP
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TWICE THE BURN
Normally
better at camouflaging what he felt, Isaiah shivered as if someone walked over
his grave. More importantly, why had the monster set up shop in his psyche? Bastard
continued to sift through every open pathway stealing bits and pieces of his
mundane life. “Get the fuck out!” he growled.
“Ice, dude!”
Looking up he
realized not only the chef eyed him, two other employees peered at him through
shelving. “I’ll be back.” Both men stepped aside when he limped past and headed
up a flight of stairs to his spacious apartment. Locking the door, he
immediately began to strip clothes off on the way to his bathroom. “No, no, not
now, not a man.” Don’t let him see!
Stepping in the shower, he set the faucet to spew tepid water down his body
which, though it felt overheated, continued to tremble as though ice water sloshed
through his veins. “I will kill you if I ever lay eyes on you.” Christ, he’d
never felt one like this, not attached to every sensual nerve linked to his
brain cells, not burrowed so deep inside him… “Jesus, God, help me.” He allowed
water to sluice down his back while soaping his chest and belly. Reaching his
crotch, he begged, “Please, please don’t
watch me.”
* * *
Julius had
dematerialized and ended standing in front of a mirror in his suite’s bathroom
thinking first thing he should do is inform Layne. Empathic individuals were
scarce and many of those surviving had been mustered by vampires into service,
their abilities honed and used as instruments against their own people.
“Not him, not
Isaiah Sims. Leave him be.” Julius never desired anyone this much except… No!
He thought he’d shoved her from his mind. Falling
the fuck apart. Ignoring his own advice, Julius planted himself in the
man’s psyche where Isaiah discovered him immediately, felt Julius’ furtive
tentacles reach into every corner of his brain snatching parts of his life.
“Christ, he almost controls his power.” Many empaths shut down completely by
leaving society and they subsisted away from anything living. Some lost their
minds and lived out remaining days in mental institutions while many more,
unable to handle the cacophony of voices as well as feelings rattling through
their heads, ended their lives before they even reached adulthood.
Julius had
travelled up steps with Ice and entered a large apartment where he undressed,
scrambled through an airy room into his bathroom, and turning water on, he
stepped under a cool spray. Julius grasped every move, he even began to stroke
his cock in time with Ice until he made a fantastic discovery. His heart
thundered at learning Isaiah had yet to give himself to a man, take pleasure
the way he always dreamed. “Mine!” Julius exclaimed.
Trying to
remain quietly ensconced in Isaiah’s head wasn’t easy. In fact, he failed
miserably as his own neediness swept through his body and rendered his dick so
hard his vision blurred, but then Isaiah pleaded, Please, please don’t watch me. Agony in his words dropped Julius to
one knee.
Julius Talmane’s
existence had become one of imparting pleasure to anyone interested. Stay in
his head, give him what he craves. “What the fuck!” Julius, unable to regain
his feet, couldn’t find it in himself to disobey such a heartfelt cry. “I can’t
do this,” he whispered as he relinquished Isaiah’s mind.
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali
Steele
