Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Wednesday Briefs - Boys of Belsmeade 8

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Chapter Eight

Oh yes, Aramis thought. This is perfect. The sweet flavor of his mate burst onto his tongue and made his spine tingle. He fisted one hand in Eliot's hair and wrapped the other around the slim waist, drawing him closer.

Thump. Swish. Thump. Swish.

Faster and faster, Eliot's heart pushed the vital fluid through his veins. The scent of blood swirled in the vampire's nose and triggered his thirst. Unable to control himself any longer, the predator took the human's chin in his hand and pushed it gently up to expose the slender throat.

Fingers gripping Aramis' shirt, Eliot moaned. "Oh God, Aramis. Yes."

Aramis' fangs descended as his cock hardened. Never before had the potential of drinking blood brought him to such a state of arousal. He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of his mate at the edge of his sexual precipice. So stunning, so sexy, so… innocent.

Innocent. A virgin, too. As much as he wanted to sink his teeth into the warm flesh and draw Eliot's very being into his body, Aramis just couldn't do it. His fangs retracted and his erection softened. He stepped back from his mate and sighed.

Eliot still clutched at the air where Aramis' shirt had been a few seconds before. When he realized he was grasping nothing, he opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Please don't stop." His breathy begging chipped away at Aramis' defenses, but he did not give in.

"No, Eliot. I can't do it." He expected a disappointed pout or maybe some whining. What he did not expect was for Eliot to start yelling.

"No? What the fuck?" Eliot raged around the small room while the vampire stared. "No. God damn it! You get me so worked up that I'm practically coming in my pants and then leave me hanging? Is it possible to cock-block yourself?"

Aramis crossed his arms and looked severely at Eliot. "Sit down, please."

"No," Eliot shot back.

Silver-white eyes blazed into Eliot's and a velvet voice commanded, "Sit down, Eliot."

He was powerless to resist. Those superhuman eyes penetrated his mind and took away all willpower. Eliot plopped down onto the small bed and blinked.

Aramis smiled and sat down next to him. "You have to understand what you're getting into."

Eliot rolled his eyes, "We're getting into sex. I think I got a handle on that part."

Aramis took his mate's hand and explained. "No. It's not just sex, Eliot. Not to me. If we made love and you somehow drank even the smallest drop from me, it would make you my mate."

"Make me?" Eliot inquired. "How would it make me?"

The vampire cleared his throat and spoke carefully. "You would become as I am: immortal."


Okay. That took care of my hard-on.

I looked at Aramis, desperately searching for some sign that he was joking. When I found no hint of levity on his face, I felt dizzy. Immortal. A vampire. I would be a vampire. How could I possibly wrap my head around that? Aramis turned away and ran his hands through his hair. The movement drew my attention to lock of dark brown hair behind his ear. Unconsciously, I touched the blonde patch on my own head.

"Our hair," I said. "What happened?"

"I touched you," Aramis replied softly. "All a vampire needs to do it touch their mate to know. When that contact happens, our bodies immediately begin to take on characteristics of the other."

"Huh?" I croaked.

Aramis was disconcerted. "What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" I repeated. "Aramis, what the fuck is right about this? I assume mates are kinda pre-ordained or something."

"We're not an organized religion. There is no pre-ordination going on. But we are paranormals. There is a certain power or magic contained within our bodies."

"But not in mine," I said with a huff. "Why would a vampire be attracted to a human? Has it happened before?"

"Of course," Aramis said with a shrug. "My mother was a human when my father met her. If we didn't have some new blood once in a while, we'd all be inbred crazies."

"Did you have to use that word?" I asked.

"What word?"


He scowled. "Don't tell me you're bothered by blood."

I raised an eyebrow. "By no means. I have no problem whatsoever with blood, unless it's been sucked from my body by the undead! Blech!"

Aramis put his hands up in a defensive gesture. "Enough, Eliot. No more. I'll have someone walk you to your car and you'll never see me or any other vampire again."

A hard knot of dread tightened in my chest. The thought of never seeing Aramis again was so painful that I whimpered. As he stood, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down. The momentum brought us backward so his body was blanketing mine. It only took a few seconds of contact for me to decide I couldn't live without it.

Frantically, I pushed my hips up and hissed in pleasure when Aramis mirrored the action. His hard cock rubbed against mine and we both groaned. I gripped his hair and fixed my mouth to his. The heat between us intensified, and the now familiar euphoria clouded my mind. It was Aramis' arousal, the very essence of him, pouring from his body in reaction to me. It made me feel powerful, sexy, uninhibited.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I held his head firmly and bit down hard on his plump bottom lip. When he hissed and pulled away, I gasped. Aramis' mouth was smeared with red. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue to clean my own lips.

"No don't!" Aramis cried.

It was too late. The salty tang of immortality hit my tongue. My head swam and I squeaked out a quiet, "Oh shit," before falling into a sleep from which I would never awaken.


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  2. You have a talent for hooking me into a story. I can't wait for next Wednesday.