There he was, undressing down to his Calvin Klein briefs. Nathan’s cock twitched as he stared at the half naked man's ass. Mr. Calvin Klein turned, as if sensing the vampire’s presence. His gaze slammed into Nathan's. The human's lips parted on what looked like a gasp, but he didn't retreat. Strange. Nathan opened the window and dropped inside. Don’t people lock their windows?
The man stood there, staring. Nathan moved forward with a sly smile. This was way too easy.
“This won’t hurt. I promise.” Nathan lied through his teeth.
"That’s not what I'm worried about," his prey replied.
Nathan stopped in his tracks. What did he mean by that? The man must have sensed Nathan’s hesitation and spoke again.
"I’m Damien Meade." He reached out a hand. Nathan stared down at the man's open palm. What the fuck?
"I don’t give a purple rat what your name is. You, my friend, are dinner," Nathan said and moved closer.
"I think you will, once you've had a taste of me." Damien paused then continued. “Go on. Have a nibble. I don’t bite back”
He studied his prey once more and then advanced. Nathan stood face to face, chest to chest, crotch to crotch with Damien, but he never flinched. Instead, he smirked. What was this man up to?
Nathan snatched Damian's face with his left hand, and the man's lips parted on a sigh, forcing Nathan to swallow a groan. Damn this guy had a kissable mouth. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he tilted Damien's head and plunged his fangs deep. A sharp inhale followed by moan rolled from the human.
Nathan yanked his teeth out. Gripping Damien by the chin, he jerked the man's head back to center. Damien's hooded deep blue eyes met Nathan's gaze. Son of a bitch. Nathan could swear the look on Damien's face said he was in the throes of a wet dream. |
