Phanta City 3
By Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen
One night of passion led to a life neither of them expected…
Cass A. Nova has a way with words. Unfortunately, his pickup lines usually get his face slapped. But then he meets a gorgeous fae that finds him not only intriguing but charming. One night spent in Wylde Fleur’s arms and Cass can’t imagine being anywhere else. There’s only one problem...his fae has disappeared.
Wylde Fleur has a lot of experience bucking the system. He was been banished from Glitter Glow Park because he refuses to follow in his father’s footstep. He was even shunned by the fae because he became a lawyer. Now, he’s chosen to take up with a vampire.
When Wylde discovers documents in the Ministry archives that hint at a secret long hidden from society, will he have to pay the ultimate price or will his smooth talking vampire be able to save him in time?
“Did you have Lucky Charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious.” Cass grunted as his head swung around from the force of the blow that landed on the side of his face.
He was a bit shocked that the cute little twink could hit that hard. He rubbed his jaw, moving it back and forth to make sure nothing was broken then glanced down into the green eyes fuming at him.
Refusing to admit defeat, Cass flashed the man his award winning smile. The anger in the man’s eyes instantly started to melt away, as Cass knew it would. He had yet to meet someone that didn’t fall under the spell of one of his smiles.
“You know what would look good on you?” Cass wiggled his eyebrows. “Me.”
Cass sighed, rubbing his sore jaw again as he watched the cute little twink storm off. He just didn’t understand it. That was one of his best pick-up lines. It should have worked. Cass couldn’t fathom why it didn’t.
It had made him smile when he tried it on himself in the mirror earlier this morning. It should have made the twink melt in his pants.
Scratching his head, Cass was also trying to figure out why Igorian, a vampire that was supposed to be his best friend, was standing there laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his pale face. “What is so damn funny?”
“Cass, when are you ever going to learn?” Igorian gasped as he wiped at the tears on his cheeks. “If you would just be honest with someone instead of sounding like a cheese weasel, you’d have guys climbing all over you.”
“I thought I was being honest.” The guy did look magically delicious.
Igorian rolled his eyes. “You were being a jerk. I would have slapped you too.”
Cass frowned as he followed Igorian through the line to the coffee counter. Cass was starting to wonder if it really was him, just as Igorian said. He didn’t get it. He knew from the attention he received that he wasn’t bad looking. But no matter how much charm he used, he couldn’t seem to get past the first date with anyone.
“What do you want?”
Cass suddenly wasn’t in the mood for coffee. “I’m good.”
Igorian shrugged and turned back to the barista. “I’ll have a tall Bloody B latte with an extra pump of O neg.” He glanced over his shoulder again. “Are you sure you don’t want anything?” He asked it as if he couldn’t conceive of anyone not wanting caffeinated blood.
“I’ll go find us a place to sit.” The smile fell off of Cass’s face the instant he turned away from his best friend. Igorian, god love him, had the unique ability to look at Cass and know exactly what was going on in his head.
It was something Cass really didn’t need right now, especially considering he didn’t know what was going on in his head. It didn’t seem fair that someone else could figure out the workings of his mind before he did.
“God, I love these things.” Igorian shivered as he took a sip of his latte. He plopped down in the chair across from Cass and proceeded to moan and groan like someone was swallowing his dick right down to the root. Cass’s eyebrows shot up and he found himself mesmerized by the verbally graphic porn show happening right in front of him.
“What?’ he asked when he finally looked up from his Crimson coffee and saw Cass watching him.
“Have you ever considered recording yourself and playing it for Pan?” Cass reached under the table and adjusted himself. “I’m pretty sure it would get the same reaction those little dresses you keep wearing will.”
And that was something Cass would never understand. Igorian was a cute little thing, his long dark hair falling in waves down his back, his crimson eyes framed by long lush eyelashes that made women weep. Igorian's lover doted on his every word. But the dresses Igorian wore to excite Pan were just a little too far out of Cass’s comfort zone.
“So, do you and Pan have plans for tonight?” Cass was pretty sure they did. Ever Since Igorian and Pan hooked up, Cass was seeing less and less of his best friend. He was happy for Igorian really he was, but he was tired of spending his evenings alone.
“Yeah, I got this really cute little red number that I’m going to wear tonight. Pan’s is supposed to be taking me to La Ville de Sang for dinner first.”
“Right.” Cass chuckled. “That’s assuming you make it out of the parking lot this time.” Damn, what he wouldn’t give to have someone to bend over the hood of a car in a busy parking lot. He envied Igorian and his hot panther lover. They seemed to have all the fun.
“What about you?” Igorian asked right before he took a drink of his latte.
“Oh me?” There was no way in hell that Cass was admitting he had nothing to do tonight. It would wipe the smile right off of Igorian’s face. “There’s this cutie down at the Boom Boom Room that I’ve had my eye on for awhile. I thought I’d go down there and see if he’s busy.”
“Just look at him, Cass. Don’t say anything.” Igorian frowned for a moment then dug into the little bag he had started carrying around with him. Cass’s curiosity grew when Igorian pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and started writing. “Here, give him this.”
Cass blinked as he took the paper. His eyes widened as he started reading the note. It was straight to the point, Cass would give Igorian that. But it didn’t have any of the regular panache that Cass was used to using.
“My name is Cass and I think you’re really hot. Would you like to come home with me tonight?”
Nope, it was boring as hell.
“Very nice.” The fae’s hand trailed seductively over Cass’s chest. “Do you work out?”
Cass started to open his mouth until he remembered his promise to himself to keep his it shut for the evening. He shook his head instead.
The fae grinned. “Well, then, maybe I can help you work up a sweat.”
Oh hell, yes! Cass wanted to shout to the heavens as he followed the sweetest ass in the universe down the hallway to his bedroom. He didn’t even realize he hadn’t needed to give the man directions until they reached his bedroom and he was pushed to sit on the end of the bed.
“Keep your eyes on me, handsome,” the fae said as he took a step back and began stripping his clothes off.
Cass almost snorted. Like there was any possibility that he would look somewhere else. He was pretty sure it would take a lightning bolt from the heavens to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous body being slowly revealed to his hungry eyes.
The fae's skin was milky-white and so beautiful that Cass couldn't stop himself. He yanked the man to him, their lips colliding. He tasted honey and something wild as he licked past the succulent flavor, delving his tongue deeper. Cass needed like he'd never needed before. He couldn't understand the powerful pull. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.
"Mmm," the fae pulled back, winking at Cass. "Someone is wants a piece of me."
Cass chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat. "That would be me."
He became mesmerized when the fae tilted his head back and laughed. The sound was riveting, sultry, and just this side of wildly delicious. He wanted to hear that sound again. Cass stood there wondering what it was about this man that made his brain tilt sideways.
Although not egotistical in the least, Cass knew that men fawned over him, not the other way around. But he had a feeling things would be different with this fae.
"Come on, big boy." The fae pressed his hands into Cass's chest, his slim fingers running over Cass's skin like warm water on a hot summer's day. "I want to see if I was right."
Cass frowned. "About what?"
The grin on the guy's face grew. "I had a dream about you. In that dream, you took me to heights I never thought possible."
Talk about performance anxiety. Cass was a beast in bed, but knowing this man just pulled out a mental scorecard was a bit intimidating. He glanced back at the bed and then a wide smile spread across his face. "Challenge accepted."
The fae's green eyes burst with excitement as Cass lifted the guy off of his feet and tossed him on the mattress. The fae laughed even harder, which in turn, made Cass's cock pulse with the need to be buried inside the man.
He strutted around the bed, peacocking for the fae. "So, tell me in detail about this dream of yours."
The fae wiggled his brows. "I'd rather show you."
Oh yeah. Cass wanted that as well. He palmed his cock, squeezing the base before giving it a few pumps. "First, my sweetness, you have to taste the rainbow."
Cass winced, wondering if he was about to be slapped. His hand faltered on his cock, waiting for the blow. But it didn’t come. Instead, the fae laughed even harder. His ego was being battered and Cass wondered if maybe he should just call this off when the fae's eyes landed on him. There was no mistaking the lust shimmering in them.
"I love your way with words."
"Original," the fae said as he crawled across the bed on his hands and knees. Cass nearly swallowed his tongue as the evocative way the man displayed himself. He wasn’t sure if he should continue to stand there for a blow job or go behind the guy and fuck him into unconsciousness.
"My, my." The fae's breath tickled over the head of Cass's cock. "You are very well endowed indeed. It's better than my dream. How did you get so big?"
"I grew it myself." Cass winced. Now that was a stupid reply. Maybe he should go back to keeping quiet. His witty comebacks, replies, and pick-up lines had always sounded so snappy in his mind. But for some reason, around this fae, Cass felt twenty points dumber.
"I can see," the fae teased before he flicked his tongue out and licked the pre-cum that was dripping from the head of Cass's cock. "And I can't wait to feast on the harvest of your labor."
Cass hissed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when the fae engulfed him. Holy shit! Cass's legs began to tremble and his hips jerked forward. He feared his knees would buckle and give out as the fae sucked Cass's cock down the man's throat. Those glorious muscles worked Cass's shaft with expertise.
When the fae flipped to his back—Cass's cock still in the man's mouth—and began to stroke his long erection, Cass just knew this had to be a dream. There was no way he had someone this erotic in his bed. The man was kinky with a capital kinky. It wasn't a capital K because the guy needed all five letters.
That's how hot he looked as his hand jerked up and down.
And those noises. The fae was moaning, whimpering, and then he began to hum.
That was it. The trigger Cass didn’t even know he had. He shot to his toes and shouted, his neck muscles growing taunt as his cum spurted down the fae's throat.
Cass was in danger of passing out. He became so lightheaded that swayed a little. What was this guy doing to him? "Honey, where have you been all my life?" Cass couldn’t help the question.
The fae rolled to his knees and shot straight up, pressing his palms into Cass's chest. "Waiting for you to come along, Mr. Sexy. Now get your ass in bed before I shrivel away to nothing."