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Tall, Dark & Heartless

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by R. L. Mathewson

Page 50

 

  "It's going to take a hell of a lot more to get my position than to set me up with bullshit like this," Lucan said, immediately getting to the point, which Greg appreciated.

  "I have no idea what you're talking about," Greg said, not even bothering to hide his smug smile as he spotted the Master walking towards them.

  Right now he was gold and the Master wanted to keep him around and they both knew it. Lucan couldn't f**king touch him and as soon as he was turned he was going to take the prick out.

  Lucan looked over his shoulder to see what he was looking at before turning his attention back to him with an amused expression that Greg didn't quite understand. Maybe the guy was slow, Greg thought as the Master motioned for him to follow. Anyone with common sense could tell that he was the Master's go to guy. If this guy had any brains he'd be groveling to the Master, not trying to bite back a grin. Then again this just proved that Lucan wasn't the right man for the job, he thought as he sent Lucan a smug look and went to follow the Master.

  "I've been told that it only hurts for the first minute or so," Lucan called after him, making several of the vampires and minions in the hallway chuckle softly.

  Hurt? he frowned, thinking it over and after a minute he realized what they were talking about. The Master was going to change him. This was perfect, he thought as he followed the guy who looked like a typical college kid down a long winding hallway.

  It was still hard to believe that this kid was almost a thousand year old vampire. Greg would have hated to have been stuck in a kid's body for eternity, but thankfully he didn't have to worry about that. He was thirty-two and in his prime, except for his arm everything about him was perfect. He'd made damn sure of it. For the last year he watched what he ate, exercised more and started hitting the tanning salons so that he could spend eternity with the perfect tan and now he was mere minutes from his goal.

  Who knows, maybe by this time tomorrow he'd be the Master's right hand man and Lucan would be a pile of dust.

  "Take your clothes off," the Master said as they stepped into an opulent suite that looked nothing like his room. Where his room was drab and had only the basics this room was large with a four poster bed, black silk sheets, a Jacuzzi and every amenity Greg was going to make damn sure that he had and soon.

  He opened his mouth to ask why, but then remembered something his father had told him years ago about some vampires' weird habits when they changed a human. A lot of them were very particular about how they changed someone. He remembered his father talking about one vampire who made the men and women he changed take a two hour long shower as a symbolic gesture of washing away their old life.

  To be honest, it didn't matter what the Master wanted, Greg would do anything for immortality and if it required him to get na**d then so be it. As he pulled his clothes off he saw the Master disappear through a door. He hoped his transformation was fast. Most vampire transformations took a day or two, but if he was given a continuous supply of blood, his transformation would be faster.

  The faster he was changed, the faster he could get his hands on Caine and that bitch. He'd drag her back here by her hair and by the time he was done punishing her for leaving and jeopardizing his future she'd be only too happy to f**k every vampire he shoved at her. She would give them an endless supply of Pytes, Pytes he planned to control. The Master might think that he was going to have an army of Pyte created vampires one day, but that would never happen. They would be his and he would use them to make all his dreams come true and destroy everyone that got in his way.

  "Get on the bed," the Master called from the other room.

  With a shrug, he crawled onto the bed and laid back, barely able to contain his excitement. Finally after all these years he was going to have everything that he deserved.

  "I can't begin to tell you how much I need this, Greg," the Master said as he walked back into the room wearing a pair of black silk boxers that matched the sheets. "I really don't handle stress very well," he admitted and Greg could understand that and his decision to change Greg. The man wanted the job done right and obviously Lucan wasn't doing it. Once the transformation was complete he would be more than happy to take over.

  Greg opened his mouth to respond when the Master dropped his underwear, confusing him. He'd never heard of a Master disrobing as well and he sure as hell never heard about a Master needing to get hard to do it. Apprehension crept up his spine as the Master sent him a wicked smile and palmed himself as he reached for a something in the nightstand.

  When the Master applied lube to his erection Greg froze as his heartbeat picked up, threatening to pound its way out of his chest. Obviously there had been a miscommunication somewhere along the line and Greg needed to set him straight and hope the Master didn't go into a rage.

  "I-I'm not g*y," he blurted out instead of using a little finesse to let him down.

  The Master simply chuckled as he joined Greg on the bed. Without any hesitation he moved on top of Greg and settled between his legs before he could so much as blink. "Trust me. I know, which is why I want you, Greg," he said as he ground his erection against Greg's limp c**k and groaned while Greg stared at him in horror. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to love c**k more than I do," the Master promised as he leaned down and covered Greg's mouth with his own.

  When Greg moved to push the Master off, he found his arms pinned above his head in a painful grip and silver eyes glaring down at him. "You gave yourself to me, Greg, the moment you became my servant," he said, positioning the tip of his erection at Greg's ass and pressed against the opening, "and I f**k what's mine," he said through clenched teeth as he shoved in without any preamble, leaving Greg to bite back a scream of agony as the Master chuckled, truly enjoying himself. "Think of this as your official welcome, Greg. "

  ********

  "Ephraim?" Madison said around a yawn as she rolled over in the bed to face him.

  "I'm sorry I woke you, sweetheart," he said, moving to go to her only to remember that he was covered in shifter blood. Tonight's full moon had been a bitch. Normally they doubled their patrols during full moons just in case, but they usually didn't come in contact with any shifters roaming around Boston. Most shifters got out of the city during the full moon and headed for the country, but since the war started they'd been dealing with at least three shifters a night during each full moon phase, but tonight they'd found a whole f**king pack lurking around Boston Common.

  It had taken nearly every Sentinel in the compound to take them down and lock them up for the night. Well, all but three of them that is. Three of the fifteen shifters were currently being carted off to Middleboro to have their bodies burned and their ashes scattered. It had been a bad f**king night almost from the beginning and would have gotten a hell of a lot worse if they hadn't had Kale with them.

  Not that the damn Alpha shifter had tagged along with the intention of helping them. No, not that bastard. He only came because he was apparently bored waiting for Izzy's program to give him what he needed and decided that irritating the shit out of everyone was more fun.

  Only three things saved the Alpha from getting his throat torn out tonight. One, he saved his sons' lives a few months back. Granted, Kale was the reason they were put in jeopardy in the first place, something Ephraim struggled with every time he saw the Alpha, but then he would be forced to remind himself that Kale had saved his sons, his daughter-in-law and precious granddaughter in the same day.

 

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