by Dakota Dawn
“Yeah, that group reminds me of humans who come to life at night. I guess every species has a percentage of people whose internal clocks are off,” Darrin said, and then expertly threw the ball.
“Speaking of off. What is up with Joaquin?” Conlin asked, curious of what his brother would say. They hadn’t had a chance to discuss their supervisor yet.
“He’s an asshole. Joaquin seems to know what he’s doing in the winery, but his personality stinks. I hate it when I ask him a question and he rolls his eyes,” Darrin said.
“We’ve only been working there for five days, you’d think he’d give us a break,” Conlin grumbled. They’d just gotten off an hour ago, but his resentment of Joaquin was still fresh.
“Some people just don’t have a heart. Too bad Tristan has been too busy to supervise us. I think I’d like working with him a lot better than Joaquin,” Darrin said.
Passion bloomed in Conlin’s groin at the sound of Tristan’s name. The hour was getting late. Tristan should be finished with his business soon.
“Earth to Conlin.”
He looked up to see Darrin holding the ball up.
Raising his glove, he caught the ball. “Sorry. The thought of working with Tristan distracted me. I agree with you. He would be better to work with.”
A chuckle from Darrin rode the dew-touched air over to Conlin. He frowned at his brother. “What?”
“Since Tristan’s scent is all over you, I’m doubting you two could work together for long without needing to take a lustful break,” Darrin answered with a wink.
“I don’t stink, do I? Joaquin wrinkles his nose every time I get too close to him,” Conlin asked in a worried tone. He couldn’t help how he smelled. It wasn’t a body odor problem that deodorant could cover. His attraction to the vamp was too strong for him to deny Tristan access to his body. They made love every day.
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Darrin said, “You don’t stink. Joaquin is just being an ass. I’ll not deny that you smell like Tristan, but your scent combined with his is not offensive.”
Knowing his brother wouldn’t lie, Conlin felt relief wash through his body. Being appealing to others wasn’t a ten on his daily priority list, but he didn’t want people running from him either.
“Where did Ghost say he was going?” Conlin asked.
“He muttered something about having the need to look into something. He’s not handling us being here very well,” Darrin answered.
“I get that feeling, too, but I don’t regret coming here. They have helped us understand how vampires survive and thrive.” He knew meeting Tristan had saved Darrin’s life. He’d be thankful for the vamp’s help for the rest of his life.
A door that led to the patio flung open, and Sal stepped onto the large wooden surface. He glanced at both of them and then huffed and went to the far corner of the patio and put his toolbox down. Neil came out the door a minute later.
His big brown eyes lit up when he saw them. “Hi.” He walked off the patio and approached them.
“Hello,” Conlin responded.
“I’m Neil. I help Sal with all the carpenter work around here,” Neil said with a bewitching smile that showed off a deep dimple in his right cheek.
“I’m Conlin and this is my brother, Darrin. We just started working in the winery.”
“You’re Tristan’s mate. I’m happy for both of you.”
Conlin briefly wondered if Neil thought Tristan’s scent on him was too strong. With effort, he pushed the thought aside when Neil didn’t wrinkle his nose. “Thanks. Do you have a mate?”
“No. I’m just fifty years old. From what I hear most vampires don’t find their mates until they are at least one hundred and fifty years old.”
“Oh, that’s a long time,” Conlin blurted. Sheesh, vampires had to have the patience of a saint.
“Yeah, it seems extreme to me,” Darrin agreed.
Neil shrugged a slender shoulder. “When you can live for thousands of years, I guess it doesn’t matter. How old are you in vamp years?” the young vamp asked Darrin.
“One year.”
“That’s sweet. You have good control for such a young vampire,” Neil said.
“Thanks. How many mated couples are here?” Darrin asked.
“Just Tristan and Conlin. Most of the vampires here are too young and some have just recently reached the age where they could find their mate,” Neil answered.
“Some vampires are coupled up young, though, aren’t they?” Darrin asked in a tone that made Conlin wonder if his brother hoped to find a lover long before his two-hundredth vamp birthday.
“Sure. I’ve heard of mates being found earlier and some way later. No age is set for finding your other half.” Neil batted his long eyelashes up at Darrin.
Watching Darrin closely, Conlin noticed that his brother was blushing.
To his shock, Neil reached out his hand and touched Darrin’s shoulder.
“Neil, get your lazy ass over here and help me out,” Sal yelled from the patio.
Neil didn’t flinch under Sal’s abusive tongue. “If you’d like to hook up sometime, I’d be willing.”
Darrin cleared his throat and turned a new shade of red. “Sure.”
“Neil, quit your damned flirting and get your little ass over here. If I have to come after your worthless ass it’ll be to fire you,” Sal’s voice bellowed across the yard.
“You don’t have to be so mean,” Darrin said to Sal.
“It’s none of your damned business, boy,” Sal spat.
Neil winked at his brother and ran his hand slowly down Darrin’s arm. “Don’t mind him. See you later.”
Conlin watched the slender blond go to work like Sal hadn’t been mean to him at all. The man must have some thick skin.
The baseball falling from Darrin’s glove broke the trance he was in. He figured his brother had been watching Neil’s tight ass. It would be good for Darrin to take a lover. The man hadn’t had a lover in a couple of years.
“Let’s go inside so I don’t have to watch Sal be mean to Neil,” Darrin murmured.
“Sounds good. My arm is getting tired anyway.”
They plopped down on a couch after Darrin had gotten a glass of wine and Conlin a soda.
Once his thirst was appeased, he asked, “So, you interested in the little carpenter?”
“Don’t know yet, but I’m not against getting to know him. He’s cute. You want to watch a movie?” Darrin asked, smoothly changing the subject.
“I’m afraid he doesn’t have time to watch a movie. I need him.” Tristan’s voice came from behind them.
His dick immediately jumped to life. It had been a long night, and he’d missed Tristan.
“That’s all right. Ghost will probably pop in and watch one with me. See you tonight,” Darrin said.
“Thanks. Good night, Darrin.” The words were barely out of his mouth when he felt Tristan’s hand on him, and his body started breaking down. He was getting so used to teleporting now that it didn’t bother his stomach anymore.
Chapter Eight
When they appeared in their bedroom, Conlin turned to Tristan. “That was rude of you. What if I hadn’t been finished talking?”
Passion heated the green threads in Tristan’s eyes. “Sorry. I promise to make it up to you.” He wrapped his strong arms around Conlin and hugged him. “I missed you today.”
His softly spoken words tenderized Conlin’s heart and heated his blood at the same time. “Show me how much?”
“Gladly.”
He gasped when a second later, he found himself standing totally naked in front of Tristan. That was something he’d never get used to.
A chuckle slid from the handsome vamp’s throat. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing your cute startled expression when I strip you at the speed of light.”
Muscles rippled as the vamp removed his own shirt. Conlin’s hands immediately reached out and touched the vamp’s powerful biceps. His shaft lengthened at the
sensation of skin on skin. Soon he’d feel his mate’s hard erection filling his tight opening. A shudder ran down his spine at the remembrance of how it felt to be stretched by the vamp’s cool, hard flesh. The power in the man’s hips was amazing, and when his fangs sank into your neck…Another shudder ran the length of Conlin’s body. Pre-cum coated the crown of his dick.
“Hey, no need to fantasize about me when I’m right in front of you and more than willing to make all your sexual dreams come true,” Tristan said with a hint of humor and more than a touch of passion.
“How’d you know what I was thinking about?” he asked as he ran his hands up and over the man’s cut deltoids. Damn his muscles are hot.
“I’m an empath and right now your lust for me is swirling as hard and fast as a tornado. I think I’ll take the edge off both of us before I start playing with you. Bend over and grab your ankles,” Tristan commanded.
Sharp need pierced his balls and dick as he followed his vamp’s orders. Hearing the sound of shoes dropping and pants hitting the floor, he looked up to see Tristan’s thick, strong erection inches from his face. He started rising so he could taste the solid flesh, but his hands wouldn’t unlock from his ankles.
A hand slid over his back as a laugh resounded in the room. “When are you going to learn that I like to be in total control, my lovely mate?”
“Looks like it could take a while,” Conlin shot back and received a slap on his ass for his sarcastic tone. Truth be told he loved it when Tristan controlled him. Being commanded to do things and being bound by the huge vamp turned him on.
“I see you need a little bit of training.” Tristan pulled a chair close to Conlin and ordered, “Get up on the balls of your feet.”
It took all the muscles in his legs pulling taut to keep him in the position, but he did it. Pride in himself tugged at his heart. It wasn’t easy to hold the stance, but for Tristan he’d struggle through it. He reveled in this new side of himself.
“Good. Let’s challenge your balance.” The vamp circled him and then knelt behind Conlin.
Sweat beaded his brow. He hoped the vampire wasn’t about to reveal a dark, mean side. A cool hand cupping his balls made him start and almost lose his balance.
“Keep your heels off the floor no matter what I do.” Tristan’s breath whispered over Conlin’s rear entrance right before the tip of the vamp’s tongue swiped across it.
His legs trembled, but he didn’t fall. A moan escaped his lips when the man started massaging his sac. He waited to see if Tristan would use his tongue again, he certainly hoped so.
Light kisses rained down across his ass. The hand massaging his jewels stopped moving and just cupped his flesh gently. The feel of his sac being cradled in the vamp’s hand was more erotic than he would have guessed it could be.
His heels almost hit the floor when Tristan’s grip tightened slightly and then a little more a heartbeat later. Lust bounced around in his groin. His cock silently begged to be stroked. A tap to his heel made Conlin realize that it was on the floor. He quickly rose back up on the balls of his feet.
“You’re not doing bad. With time you’ll improve, though.” Tristan’s breath caressed Conlin’s ass as he spoke the encouraging words.
He jerked when the hand holding his balls released them. The vamp ran both of his hands over Conlin’s taut cheek muscles. He sucked in a harsh breath when Tristan’s tongue ran over the seam of his butt. The caressing hands stopped and pulled his cheeks apart. A shiver raced down his spine and shook his balls when the man’s tongue touched his puckered star.
“Oh fuck.” The words flew from Conlin’s lips. Lights flashed behind his closed eyes when he felt the tip of Tristan’s wicked tongue start to enter his body. People didn’t really probe other folks with their tongues there, did they? The cool, wet tip probed his entrance so deliciously. Oh fuck, they do. His legs started to tremble as the spongy flesh delved deeper into his body. With his cock pulsing to the rhythm of his racing heartbeat, Conlin cried out when he felt the vamp’s fangs graze the sides of his eager hole. The dark passion Tristan brought to all sexual encounters was so edgy and hot, Conlin knew mild sex would never again get him off.
Flexing his fingers proved to be impossible. He longed to grab his own cock and pump the hard flesh until his seed hosed the floor. In his bound position that was not going to happen.
Tristan spread his ass cheeks wider and thrust his tongue in deeper and wiggled it. “Oh God, oh God.” The sweet invasion of his ass was so damned good. All he could think about was coming. Tristan flicked his tongue, grazing a sensitive spot in Conlin’s opening. His knees trembled as a fresh wave of lust billowed in his groin.
A low growl emitted from the dominant vamp a split second before Conlin’s heels hit the floor. A hard swat to his butt had him going back up on the balls of his aching feet.
The tongue probing his ass hit the sweet spot one last time before the vamp removed it. A groan of disappointment came from deep in his chest.
He sucked in a sharp breath when his right nut was slurped into the vamp’s cool, wet mouth. The vessel in his neck that Tristan loved to drink from started to swell and pulse.
“Your blood is calling to me. Do you feel it?” Tristan asked after removing Conlin’s ball from his mouth.
Conlin wanted the man to suck his balls some more. His heart picked up its pace when the vamp’s words sank in. Tristan had said his blood called to the vamp. The pumping of his vessels and Tristan’s recognition of what was going on inside his body made Conlin realize their bond was getting stronger.
“Yes, I feel it,” he answered with a touch of awe he couldn’t disguise in the voice. The strange tie he had to Tristan was a little frightening.
“Don’t be afraid, Conlin. The connection building between us is natural and beautiful.”
The softly spoken word soothed his nerves. The cautious side of him screamed that mere words shouldn’t have that quick of an effect on him. Tristan pulled his cock back and ran a finger down the vessel on the underside of his dick. A groan rumbled from his chest when the vamp took the crown of Conlin’s dripping cock into his mouth and sucked hard.
Strong hands gripped his hips and held him secure. He panted as he raised his heels a little higher. They had started getting closer to the floor the instant Tristan had taken his cock into his mouth.
The vamp shifted his head, allowing Conlin’s dick to slid in and press into the pocket of his cheek. His breath labored in his lungs when Tristan tilted his head back and caressed the swollen vessel on the underside of his shaft with his fangs. A shudder racked his body. The handsome vamp bit down, and Conlin screamed as he was transported to paradise. Waves of pleasure rocked his body. If Tristan hadn’t been holding his hips, he would have fallen. The vamp drew on Conlin’s vessel again, causing lights to flash behind his eyes. All of his senses were enveloped in a blissful haze.
He didn’t come back to reality until the vamp withdrew his fangs and released his softened shaft. A slap on the ass made him realize that his heels were on the floor. With his senses on high alert, he rose up on the balls of his feet. Tristan plopped down in the chair that was in front of him.
Conlin raised his head and watched the vamp unfasten his pants and pull out his steely erection. A need to touch the man’s thick flesh speared through him. He huffed out a breath when his hands still wouldn’t come away from his ankles.
A tssking sound came from the vamp. “You’re going to take some time to train. I look forward to every moment of it.”
The green threads in the man’s eyes were glowing lightly. The man’s eyes turned him on. He longed to touch the mesmerizing man. “If you’ll free my hands, I’ll rock your world.”
“The sight of you bound for my pleasure rocks my world. You’re doing very well.” Tristan ran his fingers through Conlin’s hair and leaned forward to kiss his secured lover.
Conlin’s cock was starting to come back to life by the time the vamp released his lips. When
their tongues touched, lust rekindled in his groin. As the vamp eased back, his gaze went straight for the vamp’s reddish, purple cockhead, and he licked his dry lips. He loved the sweet yet salty flavor of the man’s seed. No other man had ever tasted as good as Tristan. Conlin knew he was becoming addicted to the vamp’s creamy release, but like an addict in the throes of pleasure, he didn’t care.
“Your desire to go down on me is so fucking hot. I’ll give you what you want, but I’m not going to free you. You’ll have to work for it.” Tristan reached out and tilted Conlin forward. He was balancing on his toes. The vamp’s strong hands were all that was keeping him from falling.
A groan eased from Conlin’s lips the second he leaned far enough forward to get his lips around the vamp’s gorgeous erection. His taut muscles cried out, but so did his tongue. Tristan’s unique flavor burst across his taste buds the moment the plum-shaped head passed through his lips.
The position was awkward, and he was frustrated by not being able to use his hands. Looking at it as a challenge, he relaxed and trusted Tristan to hold him steady. Flicking his tongue on the ridge of the vamp’s crown, he whipped the delicate flesh until shivers shook Tristan’s muscular form.
Changing tactics in order to keep the vamp on edge, he inundated the pulsing flesh with nibbling love bites. The vamp moaned, but his arms didn’t tremble at all. The man’s strength was so hot. Feeling secure, Conlin licked his way down Tristan’s long length. He couldn’t reach the man’s balls, so he focused on the shaft and tip.
After his third round of licking up and down his lover’s erection, he stopped and sucked the spongy tip. Remembering to use his whiskers, Conlin drew one last time on the vamp’s flavorful crown and released it with a loud slurp.
Rubbing his rough cheek down Tristan’s hardy length was rousing. He closed his eyes and absorbed the coolness of his lover’s flesh. His butt clenched eagerly when he recalled how divine it felt to have every inch of the pulsing dick pumping in and out of his body.
His own cock hardened with need. Every breath he took filled his lungs with Tristan’s wonderful scent. The vamp was starting to pant as Conlin continued to rub his whiskers all over the man’s leaking erection. He focused on every pounding vein and grove of the hard flesh he was enjoying.