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Garret Kane loves his bar. It’s his baby. When Samuel Harden walks through the door and applies for a job as a bouncer, Kane is pretty sure the man is a good fit for the position. One look at Samuel and Kane is positive the gorgeous mountain of a man is perfect for another position—specifically one in Kane’s bed.
Samuel has a few surprises of his own—mainly the fact that not only does he have fangs and drink blood, but he is in another coven’s territory without permission. As Kane expresses his interest in Samuel, he’s drawn into a world he never even knew existed, one filled with danger and betrayal. Only by making a deal with a man that seems like the devil himself can Kane save Samuel from a fate worse than death. But the cost of that deal might be more than a mere human can survive.
STORY EXCERPT
“Yo, Kane, there’s some guy out here
asking about a bouncer job.”
Kane rolled his head, hearing a distinct
popping sound as his neck realigned itself. He rubbed the nape of his neck
trying to massage away the rest of the tension gathering there. Sometimes he
hated owning a bar.
Nights like tonight were a perfect
example. It seemed like almost every worker he employed tried to call in sick
just before shift started, his weekly alcohol delivery was over two hours late,
and the doors on the bar were due to open in less than forty-five minutes.
And now someone wanted a
job?
“Yo, Kane,” the voice shouted again,
“what do you want me to tell this guy?”
Kane opened his mouth to shout back an
angry retort, catching himself just in time. He snapped his mouth closed and
pushed his hand through his thick curls, tugging a little at the ends as if he
could pull his worries away with his fingers.
He stared down at the pile of bills and
paperwork on his desk and shook his head. His mind just wasn’t in it. The bar
was due to open soon, and he needed to collect himself before that happened or
he’d end up decking the first drunk bastard that looked at him wrong.
Kane tossed his pen down on the desk and
stood. He’d better find out who wanted to see him before business started or
he’d never get the chance. He made his way out to the main room, his eyes
immediately scanning the room and assessing the shape of things.
Doors still closed?
Check.
Room clean and organized?
Check.
Gorgeous muscle-bound sex god in tight
jeans?
Check.
Kane’s eyes snapped back to the bar. His
cock hardened and throbbed against the confines of his black jeans faster than
it ever had in his life as he took in the tall, striking figure standing by the
bar counter.
Hot damn!
Breathtaking didn’t even begin to
describe the man. He stood several inches over the other men in the room, making
him easily seen by Kane. The muscles rippling under the man’s tight, white
cotton shirt quickened Kane’s pulse. His powerful body moved with a sensual
gracefulness Kane wouldn’t have expected in a man his size.
And if his pants hugged his ass any
tighter the guy would lose consciousness from lack of oxygen to his brain. But,
damn, the ass was the tightest rounded ass Kane ever saw. Kane really liked
fucking asses like that.
If he added in the shoulders that seemed
as wide as a barn and the thick, bulging muscles, Kane knew he was looking at
the man of his dreams. And he hadn’t even looked above the man’s collar
yet.
When he did, Kane was beyond stunned. He
didn’t figure a man that had the body of a Greek God could have a face of an
angel. His lips were firm and sensual, his smooth tanned skin stretched over
high cheekbones.
A lock of dishwater-blond hair fell over
his forehead, his light hair a deep contrast to his tanned skin. Kane thumped
his hard cock then walked across the room, his sights set on the man staring
back at him with moss-green eyes.
He was so fucked.
And if he was lucky, so was the man he
had in his sights.
“Garret Kane, what can I do for
you?” I have a few ideas I could
suggest.
“My name is Samuel Harden. I’m looking
for work,” the man said, his voice low and smooth and just husky enough to send
shivers of delight down Kane’s spine. “I have experience as a bouncer, beer
bartender, and prep cook. Do you have any positions available?”
Kane muffled a groan by biting his lip.
This was just too easy. He flexed his fingers to keep from reaching for Samuel.
He wanted to drag the massive man back to his office, bend him over his desk,
and find out how many positions they could discover together.
Samuel’s eyes narrowed in on the lip
caught between Kane’s teeth. A light flush filled his face, and his eyes seem to
widen just a fraction before they darted away. Kane smirked, raising an eyebrow
at him.
“I may have a few…uh…positions you might
be interested in,” Kane drawled. He couldn’t believe the crap that came out of
his mouth. That was the worst pick up line he’d ever heard.
“Uh, thank you, sir.”
Damn!
Just damn!
Kane breathed deeply then instantly
wished he hadn’t. The strong scent of male sweat and arousal filled his
nostrils. There seemed to be an underlying scent that curled right around Kane’s
cock and drove him insane. He’d never smelled anything so sweet and yet
masculine in his life. He could bottle the stuff and make millions—if he were
willing to share.
He wasn’t.
“Why don’t you come back to my office
and we can talk.” It was a statement, not a question. Kane didn’t ask questions.
He was too used to giving orders and being instantly obeyed. Maybe it had gone
to his head, but he wasn’t about to change that now, not even for a man that
looked like sex on a stick.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Kane,” he whispered.
“Enough talk, Samuel,” Kane said as he
nuzzled his face into the curve of Samuel’s neck. “I want to get to know you
better, but right now, I want to get to know your body, every damn inch of
it.”
“Okay,” Samuel croaked out.
Samuel’s eyes fluttered closed when he
felt Kane’s tongue lick up the side of his neck. His heartbeat was rapid, and he
couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. Samuel dropped his head back
against the couch and gave Kane better access to his throat. It was a gesture he
would never have normally made, but it just felt right with Kane.
He groaned when Kane took full advantage
of that move and proceeded to lick and nibble on his skin. The man in him
gloried in each little lick. The vampire in him was yowling with delight at each
nip.
Samuel knew that he was submissive. It
was one of the things that made his life so hard. With his size, he should have
been a Dom at the very least. He wasn’t. He desired to have someone stronger
than him make him submit.
And while Kane might not know exactly
what he was doing, Samuel felt like baring his throat to Kane, admitting to
himself and to Samuel that Kane was of higher rank than he was. Now, if Kane
would fuck him at the same time, Samuel would be in heaven.
“Kane,” Samuel whispered.
“Please.”
“Oh yeah, baby,” Kane murmured against
his skin, “tell me what you want.”
“You,” Samuel moaned. He couldn’t
believe he was begging, but he couldn’t help it. If Kane didn’t fuck him soon,
Samuel was pretty sure he would wither up and die. “Fuck me, Kane.”
“Take your shirt off, baby,” Kane said
as he leaned back and knelt on his knees above Samuel.
Samuel’s tongue nearly fell out of his
mouth when Kane whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Oh man,
Kane might not be big and muscular like Samuel, but he had tight, rippled
muscles in all of the right places. Samuel had a strong desire to lick every
inch of Kane’s six-pack abs.
And the small trail of dark hair that
led from Kane’s belly button down under the waistband of his jeans begged to be
followed. Before Kane could move back over the top of him, Samuel sat up and
reached for the zipper on Kane’s jeans. His heart hammered in his chest as he
slowly lowered the zipper and revealed the most marvelous dick he had ever
seen.
Samuel licked his lips, aching to have
that long, hard shaft between his lips. He started to reach for it when Kane’s
hand on his wrist stopped him. Samuel’s heart froze in his throat. His eyes
darted up.
Had he done something wrong?
“Shirt, Samuel.”
Shirt.
Right.
Samuel grabbed the edges of his shirt
and pulled it up over his head. He dropped it onto the floor and went back to
looking at the thick cock he wanted to worship with his mouth. He licked his
lips again, hoping he wouldn’t have to beg.
But he would if he had to.
“Kane.”
Kane grabbed the base of his cock.
Samuel swallowed hard as he watched the man’s fingers wrap around his thick
cock. He knew Kane was teasing him when the man stroked the full length of his
shaft a few times, thrusting forward into his hand.
“Is this what you want,
baby?”
Samuel nodded. He was beyond words at
that point. The moisture pooling in his mouth was threatening to spill out of
his mouth and drip down his chin.
“Lose the pants, Samuel, but keep the
boots on.”
Samuel blinked up at Kane for a moment.
He was shocked to see a slight flush filling Kane’s face. He wasn’t sure what it
came from, but he wasn’t about to ask questions when Kane was staring down at
him like he was a glass of water in the middle of the desert.
Samuel moved out from beneath Kane and
stood. He quickly unzipped his pants and shoved them down his legs. It took a
little work to get them past his boots, but once he did, he dropped the pants on
the floor and turned to face Kane.
The man was leaning back against the
couch, slowly stroking his cock from root to tip. His eyes were eating Samuel
alive. And he was naked from the toes up. Samuel hadn’t noticed him getting
undressed, but he wished he had. Watching Kane strip would have been a
treat.
“On your knees, Samuel.”
Oh hell, yes!
Samuel dropped to his knees right in
front of Kane and scooted as close to the couch as he could get. Kane draped his
legs over Samuel’s shoulders and spread them wide. Samuel nearly swallowed his
tongue when Kane’s thick cock bobbed right in front of his face.
Had anything ever looked
sexier?
Samuel slowly raised his eyes to meet
Kane’s. He kept them locked together as he slowly lowered his head and engulfed
Kane’s straining erection. The drops of pre-cum that instantly exploded across
his tongue drew out a long, needy groan from Samuel. Kane tasted unlike anything
he had ever tasted before. He knew if he wasn’t careful, he could easily become
addicted to the way the man tasted.
Wrapping his lips around the head of
Kane’s cock, Samuel began to suck. He was filled with elation when Kane groaned
as he swallowed the man down to the back of his throat. He might not be good at
a lot of things, but Samuel knew he was good at giving head. He had no gag
reflex, thanks to his unique genetics. Samuel could practically unhinge his
jaw.
“Suck me, Samuel,” Kane groaned. “Just
like that.”
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