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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.Excerpt:
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.
“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.
Life is
complicated, it’s loud, death arrives silently. – J.
Hali Steele (from Twice the Burn)
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