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  Victor felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He may not have told Aden the full story, but he’d confessed as much as he could at the moment. As he began to nuzzle the soft skin below Aden’s ear, a thought occurred to him.

  “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

  Aden adjusted himself to straddle Victor’s lap, his legs dangling from the end of the bench. “I don’t know. You were nice to me that night a long time ago. I guess you’ve never given me a reason to be afraid.”

  Aden licked his way up Victor’s throat to his lips. “Are you going to suck my blood?”

  Victor was at a loss. He knew the subject would come up, but he wasn’t expecting it so soon. “No.”

  Aden began to pepper kisses along Victor’s face. “But you need it to live, right? So, do you get it from the people who work here?”

  “No. From others I meet.” Victor couldn’t help running his hands down Aden’s lithe body to cup his ass.

  Aden pulled back and narrowed his eyes. “Other men?”

  Victor glanced away and nodded. “I’ve little choice in the matter. The only way to feed unnoticed, is by giving the donor pleasure.”

  Aden tilted his head, exposing his neck. “Feed from me.”

  Victor couldn’t help but to lick his lips at the temptation in front of him. He even went as far as to lean down and smell the soft skin. “I can’t.”

  Aden’s back stiffened. “Why? I’m not good enough?”

  Given Aden’s history, the question didn’t surprise Victor. “Because I’m not allowed.”

  Victor watched the conflicting emotions cross Aden’s face before the man he loved finally spoke. “Why?”

  Victor closed his eyes. “You continue to ask questions that I’m not prepared to answer.”

  Aden put his hands on his hips. “And I’ve already told you I can wait on most of them. But I think I have a right to know why you need to go fuck other men in order to feed, but aren’t allowed to feed from me.”

  Victor felt an unseen hand land on his shoulder. May I tell him?

  “It is time,” Valerianus’ voice sounded in Victor’s head.

  Victor refocused on Aden. “Did your mother or grandfather ever mention your father?”

  Aden visibly shuddered. “Please don’t tell me you’re my father.”

  Victor chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t have that kind of power. Vampires, as a rule, aren’t given viable sperm.”

  “As a rule? What’re you saying? Do you know who my father is?”

  Victor nodded. “He is the Creator.”

  Aden’s jaw dropped. “God?”

  “No. Just as man was created in God’s image, vampires were created in Valerianus’ image.”

  “I’m a vampire?” Aden asked, a chuckle in his voice.

  Victor shook his head. “You are so much more than a mere vampire. You are the son of a god.”

  Aden doubled over with laughter. “Yeah, like I’m going to believe that.”

  “I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

  Aden held his arms out to the side. “Look at me. Do I look like a fucking god?”

  Victor bit back his affirmative response.

  Sobering, Aden blew out a breath and ran his fingers through his shaggy blond hair. “Why don’t I have powers? And why would my father allow Josh to do all those things to me?”

  Finally a question he didn’t have the answers for. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him. Your grandfather was gifted the estate so that I could watch over you.”

  “Well you did a bang up job.” Aden spun around and started walking towards the house. He suddenly stopped and turned back. “Why didn’t my father protect my mother?”

  “She wasn’t a vampire. He had no powers that could save her.”

  “Did he love her?”

  Victor could tell by the wistful sound of his love’s voice he needed to believe Valerianus did. Victor knew it was more of a business arrangement than a love affair, but he wouldn’t be the one to break Aden’s heart. “You’ll have to ask him. I’m not allowed to discuss Valerianus’ business unless given permission.”

  Aden stomped over to stand toe to toe with Victor. “Will you take me to him?”

  “I cannot. When he’s ready to answer your questions, he’ll summon you.” Victor tried to wrap his arms around Aden, but the smaller man pulled away.

  “I need to think.” Aden turned and walked away.

  “So that’s the big bad secret you’ve been holding,” Dante said, stepping out of the shadows.

  “Not now,” Victor growled.

  “He’s hot, I’ll give you that, but why would you put yourself in the position to piss off Valerianus? I mean, it’s not like he’s known for having a loving heart.”

  Victor’s gaze went to the second floor window. “You can’t always predict who you’re going to fall in love with.”

  Dante sighed and shook his head. “So instead you’ll spend the rest of your life loving one man while fucking a host of others. Sounds like a recipe for disaster if you ask me.”

  “Well I didn’t ask you,” Victor barked. He knew his feeding requirements were going to be a problem. The last thing he needed was Dante pointing out the obvious. He loved his old friend, but Dante had never come close to falling in love.

  An idea suddenly hit him. “Will you do me a favour?”

  Dante shrugged. “You’ve been nothing but snappy, why should I?”

  “Because we’ve been friends for over four hundred years?”

  “Yeah, there is that,” Dante replied with a grin. “What do you need?”

  “To feed.”

  Laughing, Dante’s hands moved up to cover his neck. “Pick something else.”

  “Not from you, you crusty old bastard. I thought maybe you could fuck them, and I could suck them.”

  Dante grinned and lowered his hands to cup his balls. “You need my dick in other words?”

  “Precisely.” Victor knew fucking two men in one night wouldn’t be an issue for his friend, hell, Dante usually did at least that many in a night anyway.

  “We’d better get going then. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  Victor thought of Aden. “Let me run up and talk to him for a few moments first, okay?”

  “In the name of Valerianus, please don’t ever let me fall in love.” Dante made a shooing motion with his hands. “Go take care of your man.”

  “Thanks,” Victor replied. He walked over to stand below the balcony and jumped, landing solidly outside the open door.

  “Aden? May I speak with you?” he asked.

  “Shit. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Aden yelled. He heard the young man blow his nose before he answered. “Come in.”

  Victor stepped into the room. He wanted to pull the smaller man into his arms, but from Aden’s body language, he knew it wouldn’t be welcomed.

  “I think I’ve figured out a way to feed without the fucking.”

  Aden shook his head. “I don’t care.”

  The reply felt like a slap across the face. “Very well,” he said with a bow as he turned to leave.

  As he readied himself to jump from the balcony, he heard Aden call his name. Victor glanced over his shoulder.

  “I’m sorry,” Aden said, wrapping his arms around Victor’s waist. “I do care. I’m just confused.”

  Victor turned in Aden’s arms and embraced his love. “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you, but I have to feed. Without it, I’ll begin to look my age.”

  Aden’s dark green eyes stared up at him. “How old are you?”

  Victor grinned. “Five hundred and sixty-seven, but I have a creation day next month.”

  “Creation day? Does that mean the day you were turned into a vampire?”

  Victor silently cursed Hollywood. “No. Vampires were never human. I was born this way.”

  “So you had a mother?”

  Victor shrugged. “Of sorts. I was birthed by a female vampire.
” He didn’t know how to explain the complexities of his species. “Valerianus has a selection of females that he uses, but not often. I think our numbers are kept low so as not to draw attention.”

  Aden’s eyes rounded. “Valerianus is your father, too? So we’re like…brothers?”

  Victor smiled and leant down to place a soft kiss on Aden’s forehead. “Only in the way that all humans are related to their God.”

  “So why me? Why did Valerianus choose to have me with a mortal woman?”

  “I don’t know, love.”

  Aden buried his face against Victor’s chest. “So tell me how you’re going to feed without fucking.”

  “My best friend, Dante, is going to administer the pleasure as I take what I need from the donor.”

  “I bet you probably think I’m pretty lame for being jealous, huh?”

  Victor ran his hands down Aden’s back to cup his ass. “No more than I would be if our positions were reversed. The thought of you bedding another man…”

  He shook his head to dispel the vision of someone other than himself fucking Aden. “May I come to you upon my return?”

  Aden ran his hands over Victor’s chest, rubbing at the hardening nipples. “Will you finally give me what I begged for earlier?”

  The way Victor’s cock was filling with blood, he started to wonder whether he needed to feed at all. “And more.”

  He covered Aden’s mouth and swept his tongue throughout the interior. When Aden began to suck on his tongue, Victor moaned and picked his soon-to-be lover off the ground.

  Aden’s legs wrapped around Victor’s waist as their kiss became a carnal experience unlike anything he’d ever experienced. “Need you,” Victor groaned, wishing away their clothing.

  Aden glanced down at his nudity and whistled. “That’s a useful tool.”

  Spreading Aden’s cheeks, Victor rubbed the crown of his cock over Aden’s puckered hole. “So’s this one. Ready to find out just how useful it can be?”

  “Do we need stuff?” Aden asked, grinding his cock against Victor.

  Victor shook his head, using the pre-cum dripping down the length of his cock to lube Aden’s hole. After a few swirls of his own brand of magical lube, Aden was ready to receive his dick.

  “Tell me if I hurt you.” Victor removed his fingers and slowly began to feed his cock into Aden’s hungry ass.

  The walls of Aden’s ass gripped Victor’s cock like none other before. It was if Aden’s body was created to house Victor’s cock. He wondered briefly why he’d been the one chosen to watch over the small man. Was it one of Valerianus’ sick jokes?

  Aden moaned as Victor ground his way in to the hilt. He gazed into the younger man’s eyes and smiled. The emotion in Aden’s eyes was plain to see. It seemed Victor wasn’t the only one feeling the strong connection between them.

  He held onto Aden’s ass as he began to pump in and out of his lover’s heated hole. Aden’s hands gripped Victor’s shoulders as he began to move. Victor chuckled. “Am I not going fast enough?”

  Aden’s cheeks pinked. “Sorry.”

  Knowing his own strength was far superior, Victor picked up his pace, lifting Aden up and down on his cock. “Better?”

  Aden moaned, his back bowing. Victor had never seen a more beautiful sight than Aden in the throes of ecstasy. He tried to imagine his lover spread out in his bed of black and red satin. Victor knew it was a cliché, but he also knew how sexy it felt to slide around naked on satin.

  Without warning, warmth splashed across Victor’s stomach as Aden cried out his release. The incredible squeeze of Aden’s body on his cock, combined with the red flush working its way up Aden’s torso sent Victor’s own lust spiralling out of control. He slammed in as deep as he could and filled his lover with his seed.

  He continued to manipulate the tight ass cradled in his hands until he felt the undeniable itch of his lengthening incisors.

  Victor pulled away, his control threatened. “I need to go,” he whispered.

  Aden’s eyes rounded as the physical change in Victor’s appearance. He nodded as he reached out to touch one of Victor’s fangs. The razor sharp point sliced through the pad of Aden’s index finger before Victor could warn him.

  Aden pulled his finger back and stared at the blood. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he held the injured area to Victor’s closed lips. As the crimson nectar began to run down Aden’s finger, Victor’s mouth watered.

  He warred with himself for several moments before lapping at the dark rivulets pooling at the base. Aden moaned and pushed his index finger into Victor’s mouth. The taste of Aden’s blood exploded on Victor’s tongue as he suckled the sweet liquid. It was unlike anything he’d ever tasted.

  After a few swallows, he allowed his fangs to drop once more and sealed the cut with another swipe of his tongue. “You know that’ll probably get me into trouble.” He grinned as the last of Aden’s blood clung to his taste buds. “But it was worth it.”

  Aden shook his head. “You didn’t bite me. I’ll protect you,” Aden said before puffing up his chest and flexing his arms.

  “Although the show was hotter than fuck, I’m getting antsy down here,” Dante called from the garden. “So unless you’re going to invite me up…”

  Aden peered over Victor’s shoulder. “Who’s that?”

  “Dante.” He knew the lure of Dante’s good looks, and gave Aden’s ass a squeeze when he stared too long. “Don’t get any ideas. You’re mine, and Dante’s quite happy being single.”

  “At least you shouldn’t have trouble finding someone to feed on. I bet that guy never gets turned down.”

  “And you think I do?”

  Aden brushed Victor’s long black hair over his shoulders and kissed him. “No,” he answered in a solemn tone. “That’s what worries me the most.”

  Victor brushed a kiss across Aden’s lips. “For the first time in my life I’m in love. Even an old man like me isn’t stupid enough to risk that.”

  “You’ve never been in love?”

  Victor shook his head. “I spent years worrying about it. Wondering if Valerianus had forgotten to give me a soul, but then I found you.”

  Aden’s dark blond brows drew together. “When did you fall in love with me? When I was a kid?”

  “No!” He thought about the tortuous years he’d been forced to go without protecting Aden, until he’d found a way. “I learned to come to you in your dreams.”

  Aden’s green eyes rounded. “For real? You mean all those times…”

  Victor cut Aden off with a quick kiss. “Shhhh, it’s our secret.”

  Aden nodded. “Got it. So no telling Daddy Dearest.”

  Victor chuckled at the thought of Valerianus being referred to in such a way. He would love to see the look on the Creator’s face when he had his first meeting with Aden.

  “Are you coming or not!” Dante yelled.

  Victor rolled his eyes. “I’d better go, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  “Be safe,” Aden said, untangling himself from Victor’s waist.

  “I will be. I’ve got something to look forward to when I get home.”

  Chapter Three

  Victor was surprised to find himself standing outside an Art Deco apartment building in Miami. “Miami? Seriously?”

  Dante shrugged. “I’ve got a regular guy here. I thought it’d be the fastest way to get you back to your man.”

  Victor reached out and grabbed Dante’s forearm before he could go any further. “You have a guy?”

  Dante gave Victor’s hand a swat before smoothing the wrinkles from the sleeve of his white silk shirt. “Not my guy. A guy.”

  “Does he know about you?” Victor emphasised the word. Why hadn’t he ever heard of this man? He wondered what else his friend had been keeping from him.

  Dante grinned. “Yeah. He caught me in the act once, and has been reaming my ass ever since.”

  Although not nearly as big as Victor, Dante had never been a b
ottom as far as he knew. “This a new development?”

  “What? Letting Saul fuck me?” Dante shrugged. “He’s good.”

  Victor shook his head and gestured to the front door. “After you.”

  By the time they arrived on the third floor, Victor’s nerves were kicking in. He hoped he could get through the feeding without being tempted to join his one-time lover and Saul.

  Dante knocked on the door. After a few short moments, the door swung open and Victor almost swallowed his tongue. The man was not only huge, but wore an unbuttoned cops’ uniform shirt. The display of muscles was quite impressive, as was the dark bronzed skin covered in short black hair.

  “Papi!” Dante cried and launched himself into Saul’s strong arms.

  With his arms full of horny Dante, Saul gestured Victor in with a nod. Victor shut the door and leaned against it as the two men rubbed and kissed. This should go quicker than I’d hoped.

  Dante finally came up for air and turned towards Victor. “Papi, this is my best friend, Victor. Victor, Saul.”

  Saul released Dante’s ass and held out his hand. After a quick shake, the hand was right back squeezing and rubbing on Dante. “You bring someone else for us to play with?”

  Dante licked a path down Saul’s neck before shaking his head. “Victor finds himself in love and unable to feed without betraying his partner. I was wondering if you’d let him bite you if I promised to let you fuck my brains out?”

  Saul’s deep voice vibrated Victor’s chest as he chuckled. “We both know I’m gonna be fucking that sweet ass of yours regardless of what I say, right?”

  Dante giggled and nodded. Victor was struck dumb. In four hundred plus years, he’d never heard anything come out of Dante’s mouth that remotely sounded like a giggle.

  Dante pushed the shirt off Saul’s muscled shoulders before leaning in to take a swipe of the man’s nipple. Saul threaded his fingers through Dante’s black curls and held him in place until Dante took the hint and attached his mouth to the pebbled nub.

  Crap. Foreplay. Victor glanced at his watch as Saul began to unfasten Dante’s jeans. Once loosened, Saul spit on his fingers. His hand disappeared down the back of Dante’s pants as Saul grinned at Victor. His friend’s moans gave Victor hope he’d be home with Aden within the hour.