Spiked
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I opened my eyes, right on the edge. “Please..."
One hand came up and fisted in my hair, tugging me down for a deep, hungry kiss, the words “I love you” growled against my lips.
I shouted, eyes going wide as I came. He followed right behind me, pinning me down onto him as his cock throbbed, heat pulsing deep into my ass.
I collapsed, panting. “Holy..."
Triarius nodded and I felt him kiss my head. “Indeed."
"Did ... did you mean it?” I lifted my head to look down at him.
Triarius smiled. “I did. Never thought I'd say it, but it's true. Do you still think me a monster, a devil?"
"No, but you can still be infuriating."
He chuckled and flipped us, putting me on my back. “I do believe, Mr. Shaw, that you've warmed up to me."
"Enough to see the man beneath the mask, and not the evil I thought he represented."
"Do you still regret your decision to interview me?"
"No. You've opened up my eyes to a world I never really knew, one that I wouldn't have understood if you hadn't brought me down here.” I stroked a fingertip down the right side of his face, but this time, he didn't flinch. “And I thank you for that."
"Will you wear my mark?"
"Mark?"
He seemed to think for a few seconds before answering. “Something akin to a tattoo—a sigil, a brand. It shows that you are mine, and I am yours. The process is painful, but as a vampire, your body can withstand more pain now that it could before."
"Then yes, I will,” I said without hesitation.
Triarius placed his palm on my chest, just over my heart. “Mine.” The second the word was out, fire burned into my skin, searing and painful. I shouted, back arching as the heat rushed through me. Then it faded. When Triarius lifted his hand, a golden sigil, the same one tattooed on his breastbone, was now etched into my skin.
"Yours."
Contributors
Mychael Black
Mychael has been writing gay erotica for several years. When not writing, Mychael can usually be found researching or brainstorming. Mychael's favorite subjects of research are: Medieval history, Welsh history, Welsh culture, Welsh language, Swords, Castles, Archaeology, Celtic history, Celtic mythology, Vampires and vampire mythologies, Magick, Christian mysteries, Angels, and other such topics. Mychael welcomes feedback and will gladly answer all messages.
Laney Cairo
Twenty five years ago, Laney Cairo rode with her local BMW Motorcycle Club and dated a mechanic. She still has her leather jacket.
Jourdan Lane
Jourdan Lane currently lives in south Texas with a husband and three very energetic children. When not playing the part of referee, maid, household bookkeeper, chef, etc ... she writes. She does, however, have a fickle Muse that just can't decide who he likes to play with more. From vampires, demons, and angels to cowboys and country boys, writing time is never dull.
Her interests are vast and too numerous to list, but there is one constant: she likes smut, any way you can serve it up, and has an absolute love of porn.
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Willa Okati
Willa Okati lives by the quotation: “When I have a little money, I buy books. If there's any left over, I buy food and clothes". An avid reader since she was able to pick up a book, she spends just as much time writing stories about men, women, and the fun they get up to together. Physically, she lives in North Carolina, but mentally thrives in a world where each adventure is bigger and brighter than the next. She is also owned by far too many cats, but she insists that they serve as emissaries from the Muse and can't spare a one of them.
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