I WON'T STOP
Layne Indigo threw a racist prick out the
window of a high rise office building in White Blood. See what he's up to in
the second Triumvirate story, I Won’t Stop.
Ancient blood
runs deep and it’s much colder!
Layne
Indigo’s existence abounds with extremes—men, women, his own bloodlust, and
death. Especially death. He’s a supreme stalker of not only humans but his
kind, vampires, some of which are so audacious he relishes ending their lives.
Adding to his troubles, he becomes enamored with a cunning woman who hates
vamps more than anything and Layne can’t let Emerald “Esme” Franklin out of
sight.
Carnage
amongst both species has Layne uncertain of his ability to continue as a member
of The Triumvirate that rules over vampires. One thing he is sure of after
Emerald surrenders her virginity—Layne wants more. Until Esme belongs to him,
Layne won’t stop.
A
Multicultural/Interracial M/M/F Vampire Romance
“You like her.”
Layne had allowed his shields to slip.
“So.” He had good fortune to be familiar with Brakius Demeter. Deliciously
familiar. Watching him tempt Emerald angered Layne. After departing Shadows
leaving Esme in Cayson’s care, he became aware she had eavesdropped on two
hunters before Jackson frightened them away. It only perpetuated his angst. Goddamn it! “Do you remember what
happens when you endeavor to fuck around in my head?”
“You’re bewildered, or should I say
bewitched?”
“Kiss my ass.” Brakius saw too much.
“What lured you from Greece?”
“Thought I’d check on you and your
pet, Julius.”
“Disparage him once more and I’ll make
you sorry before I kick your ass out.”
“My liege.” Jackass bowed low. “You
remain supreme.”
“Call me your liege again and
something other than my dick may find its way in your ass.” Mystic blue eyes
tugged at memories Layne thought buried.
“Am I not entitled to a little
jealousy?”
“Jealousy has no place in our lives.”
“I miss you.”
“You miss my cock.”
“Same difference.” Brake stroked
Layne’s cheek. “Your jewel is delightful.”
“You discovered her name is Emerald.”
He’d never shared blood with Brake, but had taken his often. “She’s off
limits.”
“Why?”
A question befuddling him more and
more. It began to piss Layne off. Strengthening safeguards and wishing to mask
true feelings, he fondled Brake’s dick. “I locked her mental path so others
couldn’t surf her psyche.” He twisted the vamp’s nuts hard. “Don’t touch the
mind of anyone who even knows her.”
Brake showed no pain. “You always
preferred women.”
“You
never enjoyed their softness.”
“They fill a void when nothing else is
available.” He pushed Layne’s hand away. “Virgins, male or female, are too much
work.”
Laughter ricocheted from walls in the
penthouse suite Layne had accommodated for himself and Esme. “Liar. You love to
be sheathed in a tight, new asshole.”
“Will you suck my cock?”
“You can suck mine.” If only to shove
Emerald from his thoughts for an hour.
“Will I get to take the great
stalker?”
“No.” Layne reached behind Brake’s
neck and pulled him forward so fast and hard he ripped into Brake’s lip. God,
everything he wanted to do to Emerald burst into his mind. Honey-hued skin,
shapely legs, and a behind begging for penetration. His dick pressed hard
against his zipper seeking release but he refused to remove his slacks. Tongues
lashed, slipped deep, and savored everything he and Brake experienced in
absence of each other.
“You like dancing with her, holding
her close.” Brake drew away. “You freely share past remembrances as well as
what you want from her.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
“We never danced.”
“And you don’t want to now.” Layne
tugged his hair. “It’s not who we are.”
“Perhaps I don’t like you tripping
through my mind.”
“Stop. Petty bullshit and jealousy doesn’t become you.” Layne
pivoted and walked behind his well-stocked bar. “Absinthe?”
“Unless you have something higher in
alcohol content. My body craves the false warmth it provides.”
He kept a case at his home and
whenever he traveled, he made sure there was one on hand. Why? It had been
nearly two years since he last saw Brakius yet it felt as if only a week
separated them. Living perpetually, vampires became bored and sought
gratification in ways they otherwise would not have discovered if they lived
one lifetime. He found pleasure in Brake who resented Juls. Liaisons with other
men never bothered Brake because Layne never befriended any aside from Juls.
Passing a tumbler to Brake, he stated, “I had Julius once.” He poured himself a
shot of bourbon and moved to stand beside his lover. “If I have to remind you
again, or if you ever touch him, you will not be welcome within a hundred miles
of me.”
“A hundred miles?”
“You know no other man will ever hold
the place you did in my life.”
“Did?” Brake’s eyes became midnight
blue. “It no longer matters.”
“There must be better use for your
delicious mouth.” Virgins, male or
female, are too much work. Brake’s words bounced back into Layne’s
scattered mind. “I will use you.”
“Why a hundred miles?”
I
still need him.
“Because any closer I’d smell you and hunger after salvation only you can give
me.” Brake’s soft hands, his whispers of deliverance had once drawn Layne from
Hell’s precipice. He owed him his life. Grasping behind the vampire’s neck
again, he brought him close enough to lick his lips before he snapped, “Tell me
how you know she’s a virgin?” Not only did he need Brake, he no longer felt
annoyed thinking of him with Emerald.
Unraveling, out of control—all because
of her.
Christ, Layne hadn’t even touched her
yet!
“You’d have to put her in a bubble to
hide her aroma of innocence.”
Layne hadn’t reckoned with Emerald’s
scent. Nothing he could do about it unless he kept constant vigilance over
every vampire within sniffing range. Thank God, they all feared Layne. Hoisting
Brake up, he commanded, “Wrap your legs around me.” He carried him upstairs.
“She can’t be erased from your mind.”
“I intend to try.”
“If it doesn’t work?” Brake searched
Layne’s eyes.
Fear of once again
looking into that black hole of death and destruction gripped him. Unable to
banish Emerald from his mind, wanting, needing
Brake more than he cared to admit. Layne growled, “I’m going to fuck you until
you can’t walk.”
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