Blood Price by Kira Stone (Back to Book page) All rights reserved. Copyright ©2005 Kira Stone Content Warning: Excerpt may contain homosexual (M/M) interaction, adult language and/or explicit sexual terms which may offend some readers. His mental speculation caused his cock to pulse against the zipper of his jeans, demanding release. He ran his palm over his own length to quiet it, but it refused to be pacified. Even as a teen he hadn’t had such a hard time controlling his hormones. Vampires seemed to be quite lusty creatures. Another side effect of becoming a blood drinker? Seconds after Rainer’s pants joined the other discarded clothing, Steven studied the inert naked vampire laid out before him like a side of beef. Or beefcake, rather. The vampire’s cock was a masterpiece by human standards. Marble white skin sheathing an erection so straight as to make the citizens of Pisa green with envy. This could be different. Really different. Different wasn’t always good, but Steven suspected this time around it would work out fine. As fine as having sex with an unresponsive partner could be. Okay, not sex because that was beyond kink when one’s partner was dead to the world. However, as an added attraction to his own self-gratification, the vampire would do nicely. As long as he made it quick. Steven didn’t want Rainer to wake up and catch him with his pants down, literally. Steven settled himself in between the vampire’s thighs. He bent over until his mouth hovered inches above Rainer’s erection. Pain from the way the creases of his jeans cut into his engorged shaft made him rethink the situation. Steven shed his clothing as quickly as possible, sighing with relief as his dick sprung free of its restrictive prison. God, that felt good. To be hard. To have desire singing in his veins. To know release was coming and he wouldn’t be alone. Not really. Steven sat back on his heels, knees spread, and cupped his balls. As he fingered them, he contemplated all the things he could do to the vampire. Since he couldn’t ask Rainer’s preference, Steven would have to decide for both of them. He returned to his previous position between Rainer’s legs. From there, he leaned forward to run his hands over the expanse of pale flesh. Up and down the vampire’s ribcage, over his hips, to his knees and then back up. Usually that kind of petting brought a restless wriggle from a slumbering lover. Rainer remained perfectly still. Testing the waters further, Steven nipped at the vampire’s nipples. The expected groan never came. Two out of three. Time to go for the hat trick. Steven stretched out on his belly. Rainer’s legs hugged his sides. In that position, he could be squeezed to death given the vampire’s superior strength, but he couldn’t be kicked without plenty of advance warning. Besides, he liked the feeling of the vampire surrounding him. The cooler friction of Rainer’s skin against his own was refreshing. Energizing. Erotic. He flexed his hips so his erection tunneled through the soft sheets. Rainer might be able to maintain a stoic façade, but Steven found no reason to abide by the same constriction. He let out a heart-felt moan. “You’re going to love this, I guarantee it,” he told the vampire lord. Steven nuzzled the twin orbs at the base of Rainer’s cock before sucking one into his mouth. The vampire flinched. Immediately Steven pulled back and checked Rainer’s face for other signs of stirring. There wasn’t so much as a line of concern to mar the perfection of his skin. “Almost got me with that one,” Steven murmured, then bent his head to the task once more. He suckled one testicle, then switched to the other. The male musk he found there drove him half-crazy with lust. His own cock grew heavy and full. As he licked the seam separating the sacs, he pictured Rainer thrusting into his anus. Steven longed to be stretched and filled and fucked by the massive rod in his mouth. But if this was the best he could do, he’d make the most of it. Steven nibbled his way up the engorged shaft. Pre-cum waited for him at the tip. He swirled his tongue over the purpled head, loving the salty tang of it. Salty and something else. Something special. Something rare and sweet and hot. He didn’t know what to call it, but it further fueled his rampant desire. He began to thrust into the pillowed bedding in earnest, imagining Rainer’s cock sinking into his ass driving him to it. That illusion vied with the reality of him sucking the vampire’s erection. He took as much in as he could, until the cockhead struck the back of his throat. He coughed once and took in another inch. Then he sucked, hard. The vampire came to life under him. Not full wakefulness, but he’d finally aroused his partner enough to get a bit of reaction out of him. Though Rainer lacked fine motor control, he clumsily grasped the back of Steven’s head and flexed his gluts to plunge down Steven’s throat a fraction farther. Steven let him do it. Though his eyes watered and he could only breathe when Rainer retreated enough for air to flow, Steven loved every second of it. He rested his weight on his elbows planted to each side of the vampire’s hips. He clasped his strong fingers around the flesh under his hands and sucked with wild abandon as his climax began to build. Cock. Tastes so good. So hard. Fuck. Want it in me. Want him in me. So, so good. Those phrases circled through Steven’s mind. He had seconds left before release. To shoot his load onto the sheets seemed like such a waste. He rested on his heels after scooting as close to Rainer’s body as he could. He wrapped one hand around his own cock, and the other around Rainer’s. He stroked them in tandem while gazing upon the erotic sight. “Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck. Almost there.” Cold fingers brushed his, then somehow magically found their way to his balls. They squeezed, the contact sending him over the edge. Electric jolts seized his neural pathways. Cum spurted across the vampire’s belly in milky white ribbons. On the periphery of Steven’s fuzzy, stellar existence, Rainer was working himself up to the same state. Steven did his best to keep up an even, pleasing stroke but that proved damn hard to do while riding out his own spine-tingling climax. Once he passed through the intense moments, Steven collapsed on top of Rainer, holding the vampire lord as he jerked through his own release. But Rainer’s orgasm went on and on. And on. And on. Not the semen. The flow of fluid had stopped after a few magnificent spurts. But the tensing and trembling had yet to cease. It was as if he were locked in an endless loop of orgasmic spasms. Rainer’s body tightened and clenched in an effort to achieve release, then sagged for a second before gathering itself into another pseudo-release. He didn’t have to be a vampire expert to realize something had gone wrong. There had to be a trick to getting him to stop, but how could he find out what it was? Steven was in hostile territory with no way to get help, if Sebastian and Kassian were anything to go by. He had no one to rely on but himself, and he didn’t have a clue what to do for Rainer. The gossip he’d heard on the streets never mentioned a vampire’s tendency to go into bone-rattling convulsions after sex. What the hell had he done wrong? Well, whatever it was, he had to find a way to undo it, fast. You can buy the book here.