Discovery

by Thianna Durston

  “Climb to the top of the mountain, brother,” Jaret teased, laughing when the man pinched his side.

  “Shut up and enjoy.”

  “I’m hearing the words, but so far I haven’t felt any—Oh, oh, ohhhh,” he moaned as a warm tongue licked the slit even as Aaron spit on his hand before taking hold of his foreskin and pulling it back. The man wasted no time. His tongue travelled all along the head of Jaret’s cock, licking up the pre-cum even as his hand began a slow, uneven rhythm up and down his shaft.

  Staring down into the eyes below him, he knew the moment Aaron had decided to take him in. His eyes got a determined glint in them just before he opened his mouth wide and glided his moist lips over the sensitive glans. Gasping at the wonderful feeling of Aaron’s lips and tongue on him, his eyes widened as the man pushed further than he expected, getting him a couple inches inside, just enough to cover the full head of his dick.

  Yanking off Aaron’s hat, he grasped hold of the sandy blond locks. “Let me guide you.” A grunt left the other man and he took it as ascent as he almost pulled out and pushed back in, not going any further than Aaron had taken him the first time. But oh, the feeling of pressing between those tight, wet lips just made him imagine how it would feel to sink into his tight ass. Speeding up at the thought, he slid a little further in, thrilled that Aaron never once looked worried. And as much as he would love to continue this torture for a few hours, his balls had other ideas as they tightened. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Aaron, If you don’t wanna drink it, you’d better—” He stopped talking and groaned when Aaron grasped onto his thighs and began to suck. “Ah, babe. If you want it, you got it.”

  Removing his grasp on the other man’s hair, he grabbed onto his shoulders instead even as his orgasm went through him. Jaret couldn’t remember what coming felt like as a human, but from what he’d gathered by watching, his orgasms were far more intense than any human could handle. His cum, a mixture of seminal fluid and blood, poured out of his cock, quickly filling the other man’s mouth. Aaron gulped and swallowed, but before long, it trickled and then poured out of the sides of his mouth as Jaret continued to expunge his pleasure even as shudders ran up and down his spine. When fucking another drakyl, he could come for fifteen to twenty minutes. As Aaron pulled back, finally no longer able to swallow the torrent coming from him, Jaret turned and let the rest fall into the dirt next to the building. Finally spent, he put his cock away and zipped up his pants, turning toward the other man who was still on his knees.

  The site that met his eyes made him smile: Aaron wiped the cum off his mouth and licked his fingers. “Enjoy the taste?”

  Blinking up at him, his eyes a little dazed, Aaron nodded. “It’s damned good. Sorry I couldn’t take it all. Never had such a tremendous amount before. I guess, huge cock equals cum-dump.”

  Snorting at the phrase, he yanked the other man to his feet. “I’d love to take this further,” he murmured, reaching out to rub the front of Aaron’s jeans before moving around to slide his finger down the crease between his ass cheeks. The gasp from the other man told him he would, too. “But morning isn’t far off. And I must feed.” Leaning in, he kissed him, enjoying their combined taste. As he pulled back, he opened his mouth to say more. Instead, he grabbed Aaron as he flumped. “Aaron?”

  “Sorry. That took everything out of me. I think I should go sleep it off in my truck.”

  “But morning will come soon.”

  “Yeah,” Aaron said as he yawned. “I’ve got blackout curtains.”

  Confused, and a little worried because it was still the dark of night and Aaron was acting as though it was mid-day, he wrapped an arm around him, escorting him back to a large pickup. By the time they arrived, Aaron was all but asleep. Jaret fished in his pockets and found keys. After opening the door, he lifted him inside and then fiddled around until he figured out how to get the blackout curtains to cover every window. He didn’t want the chance of any sun sneaking in and burning this man.

  Oh, no. Jaret had every intention of being with him again. “Aaron, what the hell are you doing to me?” he murmured even as the sound of the swinging doors from across the street met his ears. Looking over, his eyes fell on the asshole from earlier who had glared at Aaron. “Looks like my late night meal has arrived.” Sliding the keys into the ignition, he clicked the lock on the doors and shut the cab door. Without a look back, he strode after the human who would not see the dawn.

  Chapter Six

  Stretching, Aaron yawned, startled when he realized his constant plethora of aches and pains were gone. Well, not gone maybe, he surmised when he blinked his eyes open and sat up in the cab of his truck. His lower back had a slight ache and his knees throbbed. But the rest of him moved easily enough. “Damn,” he grunted with a laugh. “Did I just need a really good blowjob to get me back on track?” Of course, he didn’t buy that. The aches would return. But for now he felt almost human. Extending his arms out for an extra stretch—something he had been unable to do in quite some time—he glanced at the blackout curtains he had installed in the truck years ago. They were closed. When did he get back to the truck?

  Scratching the side of his head, he tried to remember. He’d gone to the bar. Drank beer. Charlie had—Jaret! The man’s face instantly leapt to mind. Not gorgeous, not classically anyway. No, Jaret had been interesting to look at. Such pale, pale skin combined with dark red hair, rounded cheeks, a square jaw, and lips that tended to quirk up or down on one side only. But it was his body that Aaron remembered clearly. Strong chest, tight abs, and his cock…A groan left Aaron’s throat. The man’s cock was the thickest he’d ever seen. Or held. Or tasted. A light flavor coated his tongue and he smiled as he savored it. Definitely Jaret. His cum had been different. It had tasted of him, of mint and hay, but with an overwhelming citrusy flavor as well. He wanted more. Hell, he wished he could live on that shit. Better tasting than anything his cousins could whip up, that’s for sure.

  Wondering what the time was, he looked around for his keys, spotting them in the ignition. “Well, at least I had the foresight to prepare myself for this morning,” he grunted, turning the truck over. It roared to life and the digital clock lit up.

  “Nine-forty-two!” he practically yelled. “Fuck!” Hurriedly, he pulled on his gloves and scarf which sat just behind the seat, covering himself in case of sunshine. After all, he would be driving into the sun if it was out. The last thing he wanted right now with feeling fairly good, was to burn himself to a crisp. After wrapping an opaque piece of cotton around his eyes so he could still see, he pulled on his hat and removed the blackout curtains. Cloudy, just like Will said. “Thank fuck.”

  He knew his family would be worried. After all, he had planned to be home way before this. Not a fan of cell phones, he didn’t have one on hand to call them with. Unwilling to go into the grocer to ask to use their phone in his current outfit, he chose to just go home. The thirty-minute drive stayed overcast, but he couldn’t relax in it as he was worried at how his uncle and cousins would react to him not returning home. Tense, it didn’t take long for his pains to reassert themselves. “Great. It was a fluke.”

  Twenty-eight minutes after backing out his truck from its parking spot, he pulled through the gate that bordered the ranch. There were still five miles to go, but at least he was home. If any of his cousins spotted him, they’d use their phones to call everyone else. By the time he crested the small hill that led him to the homestead, he wasn’t surprised to see a flock of people watching for him. Jeffrey and Conner were missing but Davis, Will, Stephan, and Adam stood waiting for him.

  He pulled into the garage but before he had even turned off the engine, the door to the cab opened and his uncle gazed at him. “You okay?” the older man asked.

  “Yeah. I even felt human this morning,” he said with a laugh, stopping when his uncle went practically as white as he was. “Aches are back though. So…I guess I feel as good as I always do.”

  Nodding slowly, Davis stepped back
even as the garage door made its way down. Once it had shut, Aaron removed his hat and all his wrappings before hopping out of the truck. “Hey,” he grunted when his cousins jumped him all at once.

  “Don’t do that again,” Adam rasped. “We thought—” He gulped, unable to continue.

  “They thought you’d been fried by the sun,” Will said, sounding like Conner for a moment. “I told them you aren’t that stupid, but they didn’t wanna listen.”

  “I’m fine,” he assured them, grasping the backs of two of his cousins’ heads and planting a kiss on top of each one. “I promise. Are Jeffrey and Conner out with the stock?” His question got his cousins talking and before long, the three of them left to do their chores. Aaron would have followed, but his uncle caught his eye.

  “You’ve never come home late before. Were you hung over?” he asked in a voice turned gravelly after years of hard work.

  “Not that I can tell. Like I said, I woke up feeling really good. On the drive home, the pain returned, but before then? I felt fantastic,” Aaron admitted with a smile, his smile widening as he pictured Jaret’s face.

  A long slow smile crossed Davis’s features. “Who is he?”

  Surprised, he looked him in the eye and groaned as his uncle chuckled. “Nobody.” Aaron couldn’t believe his uncle had figured out he was thinking about another man.

  “Uh-huh. Well, I hope you’ll see nobody again next Friday. Haven’t seen you smile like that in years.”

  Embarrassed that he’d been found out, Aaron shook his head as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m gonna go change and—”

  “You’re not going anywhere. You had a long night—even good nights can be long—and I want you to rest. You work too hard, Aaron. You’re gonna drive yourself to an early grave.”

  He knew the words were meant kindly, but they brought back everything he was currently afraid of. Pausing, he shook his head, his shoulders slumping as the joy of the night before crumbled to ash. “My body’s already doin’ that. With no help from me. I can do what I can do, Uncle. If I’m gonna die, I might as well do it doin’ what I love.”

  “Aaron—”

  He didn’t wait to see what his uncle had to say. Instead, he quickly went downstairs, knowing Davis would not follow.

  Two hours and a hot shower later, he lay on his bed staring up at the popcorn ceiling. It didn’t seem fair that he’d met such an amazing guy only to have it happen once. Then again, life wasn’t exactly fair. Taking a few deep breaths, Aaron forced himself to focus. No matter what happened to him, he had to be sure his cousins were set up for life. Uncle Davis wasn’t getting any younger and he needed to talk with him about making sure the ranch was settled in their names.

  The adrenaline rush that he’d felt last night had lingered this morning but was long gone now. He felt as tired as he usually did. The difference was that until today he had been just a little bit more exhausted than the day before so it wasn’t as noticeable. Going from feeling alive to this was depressing. How much longer would he be able to ride a horse? How many more days would he be able to cross this precious land? Right now, it didn’t even feel as though he would last the summer and for the first time since he was diagnosed, he allowed the tears to fall.

  Life just wasn’t fair.

  Chapter Seven

  Seeing the light finally dimming around the cracks of the shed he’d stayed in, Jaret removed the carcass of his meal and buried it. Leaving Aaron was something he hadn’t wanted to do, but with the night ending, he’d had to. For the last twelve hours, all he’d done was worry that sun had made its way into the truck and burnt the other man beyond recognition. If it had, he would take care of him and get him back to the other drakyl. It took weeks for their skin to regenerate, but it had happened to him a couple times and as long as it hadn’t been able to poison his blood, Jaret knew what to do.

  The scents were much the same, though as he inhaled, he realized Aaron’s scent had completely dissipated. “Damn.” Jogging behind the few buildings in town, he made it to where the truck had been this morning. Another car was in its spot. He inhaled again. “Damn!” he growled as he couldn’t smell it at all. Without a wind, there was nothing to carry the scent to him, which meant he was at least ten miles away. If it weren’t for the lemon that still lingered in the air, he would have to search in each of the cardinal directions to find him. As it was, he strode northeast, directly toward the fragrance of citrus.

  With it being summer, the sun came up far too early and dropped later than he liked. Not wanting to surprise a group of drakyl, he took his time, finding the correct path that would not put him into harm. He’d never heard of a group of his kind banding together, but that was the only excuse he could come up with for the strength of the scent. There were not many drakyl due to the fact vampyr were stronger than they were and tended to kill them quickly. He had only managed to stay alive through living by his wits. Of course, he had been lucky. There had been no vampyr in England when he changed. It wasn’t until he went to the continent for the first time that he ran into his first demon, his first scent of mold-encrusted iron. Jaret had almost lost an arm to the beast and after he got away, he always kept his senses alert for that particular enemy.

  From his experience, drakyl only had two main foes. vampyr and the sun. The sun would blister their skin and burn up any blood they had drank, quickly. If left too long in direct sunlight, the poison would seep into their veins. At that point, unless they had someone else to force-feed them pure human blood, they would die a painful, gut-wrenching death. If their body had imbibed blood recently, they could be out in the day, but only for short times and preferably not in direct sunlight. As for vampyr, who were even more servants to the moon than his kind were, they were extremely cruel. Very little could hold a drakyl, but steel-covered lead could do it. Vampyr couldn’t even touch it as it would sink into their skin killing them almost instantly, but they usually had humans they could convince to do so while they held the drakyl down. And they always tied the poor man down where the sun would hit him once it came up.

  Jaret had one horrible memory of having been captured once and the lead vampyr had wanted him to see what would happen to him. He’d been made to watch while the other drakyl was stripped and tied down. They’d been in some sort of warehouse and once he could not get free, the bastards had opened up part of the ceiling, sun shining down on the pure white flesh. It had turned a nasty red instantly, huge blisters raised on the skin even as the first shrieks had left the victim. It was only his fury that had saved him that time. And the stupidity of his enemy. They had been so enraptured at the death in front of them, that they didn’t pay attention to him. Not thinking rationally, he had kicked the leader hard in the back and he’d stumbled into the sunlight. After that, all Jaret remembered was running to a nearby lake and jumping in.

  Thank the dear one that vampyr couldn’t swim.

  The path of the scent changed several directions depending on the strength and direction of the wind, but on his third day, he once again inhaled, hissing as not only did lemon fill his senses, but the taste of peppermint and vanilla cigars tickled his tongue. “Aaron,” he said in a groan, looking out over the valley and trees in front of him. Somewhere on this land were drakyl. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to sense one coming up on him as the entire land was saturated with their scent. Why would a drakyl do that? Would it not attract vampyr who only lived to drink blood, control what they could, and kill their kind?

  Finding a small barn to hide in during the day, he planned to walk the land at night to find Aaron and probably the others. There was so much he wanted to know about what they were doing banded together. But at this moment, he admitted his true reason for being here was the man he’d met a few days previous. He had to see him again. Jaret hadn’t even realized until he had scented Aaron on the breeze just how much he’d missed him. He’d been alone for centuries and had never needed another. For some reason, he needed to be with Aaron again.
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  Mid-day, he was awakened from his form of sleep which was to lay still and not move even as his mind went over every possibility that could happen. Or, at least, that was what he was supposed to do. Today, he was imagining Aaron in all manner of sexual positions. On all fours. Riding him. Those intense blue eyes turning their deep liquid red as passion and a nice full meal took hold. However, he was jolted from those tantalizing thoughts by the sound of hooves on dirt.

  A horse.

  Sitting up, he groaned silently. His body, unused to moving in daytime, was lethargic and did not wish to move quickly. However, this was some sort of barn. Perhaps whoever was coming would enter. If so, should he be sitting here in front of a bale of hay lounging? Or should he climb to the top and hide? Snorting, he shook his head. No drakyl would miss his scent. In fact, that might be why the individual was here now, to check out who the interloper was. At least he would know Jaret was one of them.

  Finding it hard to stand, his brain finally woke up and he realized it would be impossible for the man on horseback to be drakyl. It was the middle of the day. Did Aaron and the others hire humans? He hadn’t smelled any, but he had been so intent on other scents, he supposed he might have missed some. If this was a human who worked for the drakyl here, he must’nt feed from it. It would be a grave insult. And unlike with the vampyr he had met before, he did not wish to offend Aaron or the others.

  Compelling himself to his feet when he heard boots hit the ground, he forced himself up the simple slatted stairs to the overhang and huddled behind a couple bales of hay. The door opened a few seconds later and boots clopped on the simple wood floor. “All right, Beta.” The voice was young, barely a teenager if Jaret was right. “Stop biting me. I’ll get you something to munch on.”

  Peeking around the bales, he inched forward until he could look over the side. Below him, at first all he saw was the top of a cowboy hat. The boy bent over and he rolled his eyes. He wanted to see how old the kid was, not check out his ass. When the kid stood back up, he leaned his face back just enough that Jaret caught a look. Shit. The boy couldn’t be older than twelve or thirteen. Unable to stop himself, he inhaled, just to see what this particular human smelled like. Scents of licorice and honey hit him, but the one that overcame his senses and made his eyes widen was the distinct scent of lemongrass. This boy had the gene. It hadn’t triggered yet and probably would not for another six or seven years if it activated at all, but he definitely carried it.