by Stormy Glenn
Kane swallowed hard. “Naked?”
“Yep. When I approach you, you have to drop to your knees as a show of respect and then basically blow me to show everyone you give me your fidelity.” Fallon’s massive shoulders moved as he shrugged. “Then you’re in.”
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Kane’s mouth dropped open. There was no way in hell he was going to give Fallon a blow job, room full of people or not. “Is that the only way to join your coven?”
Fallon waved his hand dismissively. “It’s nothing for you to worry about really. Samuel will have to do the same thing. It’s kind of expected.”
Kane couldn’t stop the growl that slid from his mouth, no matter how much he tried to keep it locked behind his lips. There was no way in hell he was letting Samuel give anyone a blow job except him.
Kane saw only one way out of this.
“Would you be interested in buying a bar?”
Fallon’s eyebrows shot up, an expression of surprise on the man’s face like Kane had never seen. “Why would I want to buy a bar?”
“Because mine just came up for sale.”
If anything, Fallon looked confused. “And why would you be selling your bar? I thought this place was your baby.”
Kane dug his fingernails into the table top as anger and jealousy rolled through him. “Samuel is my baby. This is just four walls and a roof. And I will not allow Samuel to get anywhere close to your dick.”
Fallon just stared at Kane for several tension-filled moments, slack jawed. And then he tossed his head back and deep, rich laughter filled the room. Kane gritted his teeth. He was not as amused by the situation as Fallon was.
“I like you, Kane,” Fallon said when his laughter faded away. “I really do.”
“I like you, too, Fallon, just not like that.” Fallon was an attractive man on every level. He just wasn’t Samuel. And Kane wanted to be perfectly clear about that. He wasn’t interested in anyone but Samuel.
“Kane, do you swear you will respect my word as alpha of this coven and keep our secret?”
Kane frowned, wondering where this line of questioning was coming from. “Yes.”
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“Fine, then you’re in.” Fallon chuckled. “Welcome to my coven.”
“But what…what about the whole blow job thing?”
Fallon’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Well, I’ve never been one to turn down a blow job if you’re insistent upon it, but it’s not required to join the coven.”
“Then why did you—”
“Because you’re too easy to fuck with. You expected some elaborate ritual to take place when there isn’t one.” Fallon leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Kane, we’re vampires. We’re primitive, feral, and vicious. We hunt, feed, fuck, and play. We don’t do elaborate rituals, and anyone that tries to convince you that we do likes to hear his lips flap.”
Kane stared at Fallon for a moment and then slumped back in his seat, a small chuckle falling from his lips. “You are such a fucking asshole.”
Fallon grinned. “That’s alpha asshole to you.”
Kane held the tray with Samuel’s lunch in one hand and opened the door to the room where Samuel was staying with the other. He knew Samuel needed peace and quiet to recover, but just as soon as he could, he was moving Samuel into his bedroom—permanently.
When he stepped into the room, Kane’s eyes instantly went to the bed, searching for Samuel. Kane’s heart lurched when he saw nothing except rumpled blankets. “Samuel?”
A movement by the window caught his attention. Kane turned and saw Samuel sitting on the bench seat built into the window. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he was just sitting there staring at Kane.
“I brought you some lunch.” Kane nodded to the tray in his hand as he shut the door and then walked across the room. He glanced around, looking for something to set the tray down on. When Samuel
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moved his legs, Kane bit his lip to hide his smile and set the tray down on the bench seat by Samuel’s legs.
“Toby made a big batch of chicken noodle soup for you,” Kane said as he grabbed a chair and pulled it over, sitting down. He nodded his head down to the glass of fresh blood Fallon had provided for him.
“Drink that and then we’ll move on to the soup.”
Samuel just stared at him. Kane rolled his eyes and grabbed the glass, grimacing as he held it up to Samuel’s mouth. It wasn’t that he was disgusted by watching Samuel drinking blood, because he wasn’t.
In the years he had owned the bar, he had seen worse. He just didn’t really think drinking blood out of a glass was the way it was supposed to be done.
But what did he know? It wasn’t like he was an expert at feeding a starving vampire. Fallon said Samuel needed blood so Kane fed Samuel blood. He just couldn’t help but wonder if Samuel realized it was his blood. He still had the Band-Aid on his arm from where Fallon had drawn the blood.
Once Samuel was done drinking, Kane sat the glass down on the tray and reached for the bowl of soup and a spoon. “If you can keep this down, we’ll move you up to toast for dinner.”
Kane wondered what Samuel was thinking as he fed him the soup, spoonful by spoonful. No emotion showed on Samuel’s face, but his moss-green eyes never looked away from Kane’s face, not even when he was eating.
“I’ve talked with Fallon and he—” Kane paused when Samuel reared back and turned his head away, staring out the window again.
“Samuel?”
Samuel’s head slowly turned, but he seemed to be looking off to a spot just past Kane’s shoulders, like he couldn’t meet Kane’s eyes.
“Why are you doing this?” Samuel asked in a very quiet voice that was so at odds with his usual deep whiskey tone that Kane could only stare at him in shock.
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When Kane didn’t answer, Samuel turned his head away and went back to staring out the window. Kane sighed. While Fallon had explained the basics of joining the coven and what it would mean if he kept Samuel, he didn’t explain how Kane was supposed to keep him.
And Kane still didn’t have a clue.
He set the bowl and spoon back down on the tray and then grabbed the tray. Once he had set it down on the floor and out of the way, Kane sat down on the bench seat next to Samuel and leaned back against the wall. It was a good thing that the bench seat was built into the wall like a box. It gave both him and Samuel something to lean against.
“Talk to me, Samuel.” As much as he wanted to demand answers for Samuel’s behavior, Kane kept quiet after that. Samuel needed to learn to trust him, and he could only do that on his own.
“Is Fallon going to kill me?” Samuel asked after awhile, using the same low soft voice he had used before.
“No, he’s not. In fact, Fallon is allowing us to join his coven.”
That seemed to get a reaction out of Samuel. His eyes were huge on his face when his head snapped around. “Us?”
Kane smirked. “Yes, Samuel, us. You and me. Together.”
Samuel’s eyebrows drew together as if the man couldn’t conceive of the idea. “Why?”
“I offered to sell him the bar, but he didn’t want it. Joining his coven was our only other choice. From what I’ve gathered together, joining your father’s coven isn’t an option. And, at least this way, we can stay here and Fallon and his coven will protect us.”
“Why would you sell your bar?” Samuel asked, his voice getting a little stronger and a little deeper. “You said this bar was your life.”
Kane smiled at Samuel, wondering when the man would catch on.
Samuel seemed so clueless that it was almost a crime. “It would seem I found something else that is more important to me than my bar.”
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“Fallon?” Samuel’s face paled as he croaked out the man’s name like it was a bad
taste catching in his throat.
“No.”
“Then what?”
Kane shook his head and then leaned forward to stroke a single finger down the side of Samuel’s face. “You, Samuel.”
Samuel’s eyebrows shot up. “Me?”
“Yes, Samuel,” Kane breathed on a whisper as he leaned toward the man. “You.”
Kane knew it was only because Samuel was so stunned that he was able to press their lips together. He had no doubt, in Samuel’s confused state, he would have struggled otherwise. Sighing, Samuel opened to him, and Kane swept his tongue inside.
Samuel moved closer, melding to Kane’s body. Kane pulled the man tightly into his arms and nibbled along Samuel’s bottom lip.
Their lips parted, only for a brief moment, to allow precious air into their heaving lungs.
Tears shone in Samuel’s eyes.
Kane smiled as he nuzzled at the younger man before tenderly stroking sweat-dampened hair back from Samuel’s sweet face. He cradled the back of Samuel’s head in one hand, bringing their mouths back together. His tongue licked purposefully at Samuel’s upper lip and was once again granted entry to the warm wet cavern.
“Fallon told me what you are, Samuel,” Kane whispered against the man’s lips. “I’m still keeping you.”
He felt Samuel’s inhale against his mouth as the man pulled back from him. “But you said…”
“I said what, baby?”
Pain darkened Samuel’s moss-green eyes. “You looked at me like I was something unnatural, a freak.”
Kane sighed. He couldn’t deny Samuel’s words, but he could explain them. “Baby, I’m human, and in the human world I have
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grown up in, people don’t turn into vampires or drink blood unless it’s a special effect from Hollywood. It just doesn’t happen.”
“But—”
Kane chuckled. “If you think my reaction to you was severe, you should have seen my face when Fallon ordered one of his men to do a full transformation. I thought I was going to shit myself.”
“Then…then you don’t think I’m a freak?”
Kane knew he needed to choose his words carefully. Samuel was strung so tight that the least little thing could set him off. “I don’t think you’re a freak, Samuel. I think you’re different. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. But since you know more about your world than I do, you’re going to have to teach me as we go along. I don’t want to do anything that might get us in trouble.”
Samuel cocked his head to one side, regarding Kane with confusion marring his brow. “You’re serious.”
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Samuel.”
“Then why did you slam the door in my face when I came back to the bar?”
“You left within minutes of us having what I thought was mind-blowing sex. You barely said two words to me, Samuel, just got dressed and ran. It was like you couldn’t seem to get away from me fast enough.” Kane shrugged. “I felt used, and I was angry.”
Samuel nibbled on his lip, his eyes darting away to stare out the window. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just—” Samuel’s eyes dropped down to his hands as he started twisting his fingers together. “Things happened and—”
“I know what happened, Samuel. Fallon explained the bond to me.”
There was a pensive shimmer in the shadow of Samuel’s eyes when he looked up. “Are you mad?”
“I would have preferred if you had explained it to me, but no, I’m not mad.” Kane reached over and traced a line over Samuel’s lower lip with his thumb. “I had planned on keeping you anyway.”
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Chapter 6
Samuel grunted as he stretched his arms over his head and wiggled his toes. He felt better than he had in forever. He had started gaining back the weight he had lost and had been on solid food for several days. The bruises on his skin had even faded. He was almost back to normal. He’d be able to go out and feed on his own any day.
And best of all, Kane was curled up next to him.
In Samuel’s mind, it didn’t get much better than this. He was still a little uncertain of where his life was headed, but he was pretty sure Kane would be next to him for whatever came their way.
The man had barely left his side in the last few days.
If Kane wasn’t shoving food and blood down Samuel’s throat, he was making Samuel sleep, but he was always cuddled up right next to Samuel when he woke up. It made giving in to the stubborn man pretty damn easy.
Samuel turned on his side and scooted closer to Kane. He didn’t have far to go. Samuel had discovered that Kane was a cuddler. If Samuel didn’t sleep pressed up against him, Kane chased him across the bed in his sleep. Samuel had kind of gotten used to having Kane plastered to his side.
Samuel trailed his fingers over Kane’s face, laughing softly to himself when Kane wrinkled his nose and tried to brush him away. He loved waking up before Kane when he had time to just lay there and stare at the man.
It was a marvel to Samuel that Kane was even in the bed with him, let alone accepting of Samuel’s more feral nature. During his
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recovery over the last few days, they had spent a lot of time talking, both about their pasts and the future they hoped to have.
On one hand, Samuel wanted to hear every single word that came out of Kane’s mouth. On the other hand, he was terrified that he was going to lose what he had with Kane. It just seemed all too perfect, and nothing in Samuel’s life had ever gone perfectly before.
The other shoe would drop soon enough. Samuel just hoped that Kane would still be around when the dust settled. But he wouldn’t blame the guy if he ran for the hills. Not every man was ready to hear that his lover could shift into a creature of myth and needed to drink blood to survive, or the crap that came with that life.
The whole bond thing that they had going on between them was something totally different. Samuel felt it. How could he not? Being away from Kane, even in separate rooms, was almost excruciating.
Just touching Kane’s skin brought Samuel more pleasure than sex he had ever had with anyone else.
Samuel wasn’t sure that Kane felt the same. He knew that Kane liked him and might even care for him on some level. He just wasn’t sure that Kane felt the same pull that Samuel did. And he was too afraid to ask.
“You’re thinking too hard.”
Samuel jerked, unaware that Kane was awake until the man spoke. He chuckled lightly, feeling his face flush at his reaction. “I was thinking about you.”
“Well, I suppose that’s okay, then.” Kane’s eyes slowly cracked open. The man let out a small groan as he stretched and then moved closer to Samuel, his hands splaying out over Samuel’s chest. “So, what were you thinking about me?”
Samuel smirked. “I was thinking about how gorgeous you are.”
Kane’s dark eyebrow arched over his forehead. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Samuel bit his lip when Kane’s hands began to move over his chest, lightly stroking his skin. Damn, had anything ever felt so good? Samuel clenched his jaw when Kane’s fingers found his
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nipples, and he quickly found out that yes, there were other things that felt just as good or even better. “Kane.”
“Yeah, baby?”
Samuel frowned as he looked down at Kane. There was way too much amusement in Kane’s voice when Samuel felt like he was coming apart at the seams. It wasn’t fair. “I’m all healed now, Kane.”
Kane’s eyes flickered up. “Are you?”
“I am.” Kane had refused to take anything between them any further than kisses and some heavy petting until Samuel was healed.
Samuel hadn’t even been able to talk Kane into a blow job. He was feeling desperate.
“Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Samuel panted.
“What if I was to do this?” Kane asked right before he bit down on one of Samuel’s nipples.
Samuel groaned and arched into the air as a combination of pain and pleasure flooded his body. “Oh yeah!”
“Do you think you can handle this?”
Samuel’s eyes fluttered closed as Kane’s teeth scraped over his erect nipple, and then the man began to nibble and suck on the stiff little bud. Samuel’s skin tingled, ached. His nipple firmed instantly under Kane’s soft caress.
The mere touch of Kane’s fingers sent a warming shiver through Samuel. The brush of Kane’s thigh against Samuel’s hip sent a jolt through him. He wrapped his arms around Kane’s shoulders and pulled the smaller man on top of him.
“Kane!” Samuel cried out hoarsely when the man’s lower body settled between his legs and he felt Kane’s hard cock press against his. The hard weight of Kane’s body on his was driving Samuel insane. This was one of the few times that he was glad he was such a big man. He could cradle Kane between his thighs and hold the man to him.
“You’re driving me crazy, Kane.”
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Kane’s chuckle was evil but sexy as hell. Kane’s breath was warm and moist against Samuel’s face, and his heart raced. “Yeah?” Kane whispered against Samuel’s chest, creating a tingling in the pit of Samuel’s stomach.
Samuel bit his lip to stifle the outcry of delight when Kane started kissing a path farther down his body. Kane’s hands seared a path down Samuel’s abdomen and onto his thighs. Samuel eagerly surrendered to Kane’s masterful seduction, giving himself freely to whatever the man wanted to do to him.
Samuel grabbed Kane’s hand and guided it down between his spread legs to his tight little bud. He didn’t take his hand away until he felt a light pressure from the tip of Kane’s finger against his quivering hole.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Please.” Samuel so wasn’t above begging at the moment. He could feel Kane’s fingers pressing against him just light enough to make his pulse pound but not hard enough to push inside of his aching entrance. “Please, sir.”