BEAUTIFUL BÉLA By Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen
Phanta City
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Count Vladimir Dracul
never suspected that the human he found hiding in his stables would change his
life and the way he saw the world. But once he found Béla, Vlad couldn’t give
him up. Fighting prejudices against humans, a vampire Count wanting his blood
donor back, and a threat from an old enemy seem like small battles compared to
the one he has to fight to win Béla’s heart
Béla was terrified of the
vampire that found him and decided to keep him. His experience with vampires has
never been good so he had no reason to trust Vlad, even if he wanted to. But
when his former owner comes looking for him, Béla has to find the courage to
save the one man that has come to mean more to him than his
freedom.
With the help of a few
crazy friends, a werewolf mob boss, and two insane brothers, Vlad and Béla just
might have a chance at happiness…if the Ministry of Paranormal Affairs doesn’t
get to them first.
STORY EXCERPT
Count Vladimir
Dracul tilted his head a minute inch as the scent of leather and hay filled his
lungs. He scanned the interior of his stables for the source of the soft
thudding he could hear. The rapid beat called to him, enticing him to hunt it
down like prey to a predator.
But the beat was
unfamiliar, no scent to go with it to identify the cause. Vlad couldn’t even
hone in on a thought pattern. It was as if that which he hunted was just out of
his reach, teasing him…taunting him.
“Boris, all is
well in the stables?” Vlad’s fingers smoothed over the long neck of his favorite
stallion as he turned to look at his stable master. “My horses are all in good
working form? No illness or anything?”
“Oh yes, my
lord.” Boris’s ruddy cheeks wobbled as he spoke and nodded at the same time.
“Your horses are in the best of shape, sire, couldn’t be
better.”
“Hmm.” Vlad
glanced toward the back of the stables once more, positive that was the
direction the heartbeat came from. He stepped away from his horse, wondering why
the beast wasn’t concerned over the slight disturbance Vlad could feel in the
air. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He started
toward the rear of the stable, his steps slow and measured, his head slanted to
the side to catch the slightest sound of movement. Strangely enough, there was
none, just the soft, but persistent beat of someone’s heart.
When Vlad neared the back
wall, he pinpointed exactly where the heartbeat was located. He shook his head
and pursed his lips. In the far back corner was a stack of hay bales. There was
nothing unusual in that. Vlad was standing in a stable, after
all.
What was starting to
alarm Vlad—no easy feat considering he was the prince of his coven—was the fact
that one of the hay bales was moving. Vlad stared at it in bewilderment,
watching little bits of straw dislodge and float to the
ground.
When curiosity—and the
cold chill starting to creep up his back—became too much, Vlad reached over and
pushed the hay bale, using all of his inhuman strength to send it flying. What
he found behind the hay bale made Vlad's mind race.
A creature, covered in
mud and grime and torn clothing…and little bits of hay, scurried toward the
corner as he hissed at Vlad like a feral cat. Vlad stood to his full height of
six foot one, not huge but enough to intimidate the little creature cowering in
front of him.
“Who are you and what are
you doing in my stables?” Vlad asked, baring his fangs.
Vlad wasn’t positive
until the little thing tried to race past him what he was dealing with but the
panicked emerald-green eyes told the story. Vlad swung his arm out and caught
the guy around the waist to prevent his escape.
He immediately knew that
might not have been his best choice when the creature started biting and
scratching every bit of skin he could reach. Vlad wrapped both arms around the
little spitfire in a protective hug, trying not to hurt the creature but keep
himself from being hurt as well.
“Restrain yourself!” Vlad
snapped as he shook the man in his arms. Vlad’s eyebrows shot up when the guy
went as limp as a dishrag.
He didn’t trust the quick
compliance.
Vlad’s eyes darted around
the stable until they landed on a saddle blanket hanging over the edge of one of
the stable doors. He carried his capture to the hay that had scattered over the
floor when he flung it out of the way. Vlad gently laid the creature down then
went to grab the blanket.
Vlad heard the faintest
rustle of straw and spun before he took a step. Vlad's surprise gave the
creature enough time to dart across the room. He squatted down and pressed
himself back against the wall as if trying to make himself the smallest possible
target.
Vlad moved as well,
putting himself between the scared little thing and the door. Despite his
concern for the fear he could see in the man’s deep-green eyes, Vlad knew
letting him leave was the last thing he should do. Taking a slow step backward
until he could reach over and grab the horse blanket, Vlad tossed the scratchy
material at the intruder.
“You appear cold.” Hell,
the creature looked downright frozen. The man’s skin held a pale blue tint that
worried Vlad. While Vlad could hear the man’s heart beating at a rapid pace, his
chest was rising and falling so quickly he looked ready to pass
out.
And what would Vlad do
with an unconscious human?
At least, he smelled
human.
Sort of.
The sad little thing
smelled like a whole lot of other stuff too, stuff that reeked. Vlad really
didn’t want to get too close. Although, as he glanced down at himself, he
realized that his brief encounter had gotten dirt and grime smeared on his
crisp, clean clothes. Vlad smelled like a dung heap, which meant the human was a
hundred times worse.
Vlad motioned with his hand for the human
to come toward him. “Follow me. We both could use a bath and I will find some
food for you.”
Wide panicked eyes just
stared at him.
Vlad gestured
again.
The terror already
swimming in the man’s eyes grew the moment Vlad moved forward. The creature's
eyes darted wildly around the small space, and Vlad knew the human was looking
for an escape route. And Vlad knew the moment the little thing realized he had
to move around Vlad to gain his freedom.
For a fraction of a
second, the man’s shoulders slumped as if he was resigning himself for the fight
to come, but then he seemed to bolster himself. Vlad cocked an eyebrow when
thinly developed muscles tensed.
Did the little human
actually think he could beat a vampire?
Did he have a death
wish?
ADULT EXCERPT
“Bela not share Vlad?”
Clearly it was a question and not a statement. Béla wasn’t brave enough to make
it a statement.
“I should hope
not!”
Béla was so overcome with
joy that he grabbed Vlad’s face between his hands and kissed the vampire. It
wasn’t until he felt Vlad’s tongue brush against his own that he realized what
he had done, and he slowly pulled back, watching Vlad’s reaction
carefully.
“Don’t stop now, Béla,”
Vlad said with a grin. “That was just getting interesting.”
Never before had Béla even considered taking such
liberties. He had never wanted to. Sex had been nothing more than grunting and
mounting. It was Vlad who had taught him that sex could be tender, not rough.
Taking in a deep breath, Béla leaned up and closed his eyes, brushing his lips
over Vlad's the same way the vampire had done to him.
"Béla." Vlad's voice was a mere whisper, but held so much
passion, so much fire that Béla threw caution to the wind and grabbed tufts of
hair, pulling Vlad closer. Vlad's breath skimmed across Béla's cheek before Béla
closed the distance, pushing his tongue inside the man's mouth.
Vlad let out a low groan, the razor clattering to the
sink as Vlad wrapped his arms around Béla's body. The shaving cream smeared
between their faces, but Béla was too lost in the aching need coursing through
his body to care. The only thing he cared about was being in Vlad's arms.
"I need you, my beautiful Béla."
A shiver of sensual heat had Béla moaning in agreement.
His cock was a wedge of hard steel, straining in his pants as he opened his
mouth to say, "Béla need Vlad."
Vlad licked at his lower lip, his hands gripping Béla's
hips tightly. A sharp breath exhaled from Béla's lungs at not only the sensation
of Vlad's erection poking him in his side, but at the heat he could see
scorching the man's eyes.
Vlad's tongue trailed down Béla's neck, making Béla arch
back, letting out a low moan. There was nothing so sexy, so completely filled
with driving lust and sensual excitement as the man kissing his way across
Béla's throat.
His breathing became ragged when Vlad pulled away and
spun Béla around yanking Béla's pants down to his ankles. He could have sworn he
hear an animalist growl fall from Vlad's lips.
He was bent over the counter with his ass pushed out and
his hard cock jutting between his legs. Béla heard Vlad's zipper lower, and then
the man grabbed Béla's hips.
Vlad's hands were shaking.
Béla had never been more turned on in his life. His body
ached to be filled, to feel Vlad's hard cock pounding deep in his ass.
"Hard and fast, Béla," Vlad panted as his fingers dug
deep into Béla's hips. "Brace yourself.”
Béla groaned as Vlad's cock sank into his ass. His head
spun and his pulse raced as his skin stretched wide. Béla's lips parted as
small, panting noises escaped.
Vlad had the best dick in the world. It wasn't too big,
wasn't too small. It fit perfectly inside Bela's ass, filling every inch of him
until he wanted to scream out his pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked into
the mirror, seeing the sexual haze in Vlad's red eyes. A course of lust shot
through Béla groin, making his cock throb with his heartbeat as Vlad's fangs
became prominent.
Béla had to slap his hands against the tiled sink
backdrop to keep from sliding forward as Vlad slammed into him from behind. The
hands digging into his hips only added to the pleasure rocketing through
Béla.
The scent in the air was wild, untamed, and pulled at
Béla's heart. He had gone from hating vampires to loving Vlad to the depth of
his soul. Pushing his legs further apart, Béla damn near climbed onto the
counter, wanting to feel Vlad go deeper.
"You are truly a beautiful creature," Vlad said as he
scrapped his fangs along the nape of Béla's neck. "So exquisite."
"Vlad, please," Béla groaned as he reached back with one
hand and wrapped his arm around Vlad's neck. He wanted to feel Vlad's fangs sink
into his flesh. He wanted to be claimed again.
Béla cried out when Vlad's teeth sank into his neck. His
cock jerked once then painted the front of the counter with copious amounts of
cum. Pleasure inflamed Béla until spots danced in front of his
eyes.
"Béla!" Vlad shouted as his thrusts grew faster, deeper.
Béla grunted as he felt pulse after pulse of Vlad's
release filled his ass. There was nothing else on earth like knowing he had
brought his vampire pleasure. It was a heady feeling, a powerful
feeling.
