From TWICE THE BURN
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!
**Multicultural/Interracial MMF Romance**
Isaiah Sims left Bette, one of many homeless he fed each day, rolling her house on wheels down Main before he ambled to the rear entrance of Simply Smothered where he halted and stared long and hard down the alley. Nothing. The creature had vacated his spot. Vampire. Isaiah’s sixth sense always alerted him to their presence which became more prevalent since The Triumvirate accord with humans permitted vampires more freedom to roam cities. Seems the vamp in charge wanted to make headway by normalizing relations amongst species. Malevolence occasionally slithered into Isaiah’s mind and he’d grip the forty-four snub nose mag he continued to carry in the waist band of his pants. Their magical abilities made them quite aware he used bullets fashioned from holy wood and the information usually sent those intending mischief scurrying. A hunter cell recently approached to induct him into service warning Isaiah vampires now attended churches around the world giving some power enough to deflect holy ammunition. They sought his superb marksmanship. He declined their invitation having encountered more good than bad in many undead he brushed against.
The one he considered today didn’t run, neither did he give off the foul feeling of evil as it lingered in his mind. It was different which didn’t surprise Isaiah because vampires, especially males, were known whores who’d sleep with any sex. Stronger than most he’d come upon; it did perplex Isaiah why it made no move to do anything other than watch. Rubbing his temples, he realized the culprit was more than aware Isaiah knew he remained in his head and… Odd, there was the distinct smell of cherries.
“You okay, man?”
Snatched into the present, Isaiah twisted to look at the chef. “I’m good. Why?”
“Look like you saw a ghost.”
Bette’s exact words. 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.
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