Brigit Zahara Stud (pdf)

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When it comes to sex, street hooker Sasha is a
guy to die for. His blow jobs are things of
legend, his thing is guaranteed to make you
blow. Everybody wants him. But few can afford
him.

So when mysterious, magnetic and immortal

Kyan offers 5K for one night, Sasha ditches
semi-regular and, as it turns out, very jealous,
Tanner for a night he‘ll never forget.

In more ways than one.

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Copyright © 2010 Brigit Zahara

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Stud

By


Brigit Zahara

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Chapter One


asha turned off the bustling main artery of
Morris and headed down the intersecting

avenue that eventually curved around to a
darkened side street. Poised on the edge of the
river valley, the two-block stretch of unsavory-
looking buildings included a dilapidated and
defunct college, a tattoo and piercings parlor
and Woody‘s—one of the city‘s less popular gay
bars. Sasha had only been there twice and both
times, he‘d left alone. The guys that frequented
the place were mostly twinks and bears—
neither was his type. However, the ones that
cruised the obscure boulevard, slowly circling
the block in their shiny European cars, most
definitely were. With little exception, they were
clean, well dressed, hotter than hell both in
looks and in the sack, and most important of all,
rich as Rockefeller.

They had to be if they wanted Sasha.
His rates started at $300, and that was just for

a blow job. While a few clients initially balked at

S

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the cost before they got down to business, they
all, red-faced and stupefied, silently and shakily
forked over the dough afterward, never
questioning his staggering price tag again. If
there was one thing Sasha knew, it was how to
give good head. Mind you, he had many other
exceptional talents, and if a customer had deep
enough pockets, he could discover every single
one of them.

And keep coming…back for more.
Stopping under a streetlamp, Sasha lit a

cigarette, cupping his hand around the match‘s
flame as a gust of wind came up. It was a breezy
night and the nip in the air chilled the rippled
plain of his bare torso and hardened his nipples,
the former sexily showcased beneath a black
bomber jacket that perfectly matched the color
of his short hair and sunglasses.

He always wore sunglasses at night.
―Hey, baby, when you gonna quit wasting

your time with those Porsche-driving pussies
you like so much and let me ride your ass like
Zorro?‖

Squinting as he exhaled a cloud of smoke,

Sasha turned in the direction of the effeminate
voice. He couldn‘t suppress a slight smile at the
sight of Dallas strutting toward him. Fellow stud

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and a diehard regular of Woody‘s, the tall, lanky
black man was decked out in the most
flamboyant outfit imaginable. That was not
unusual. In fact, Dallas often wore getups that
baffled the imagination. And defied description.
This night, however, his sense of style was
somewhat subdued. Despite the chill, he wore a
skintight, cherry red wife beater in chiffon to
show off his pierced nipples, matching
snakeskin boots, a black and red velvet cowboy
hat, and black leather chaps over a leatherette
jock strap.

Sasha coolly arched one eyebrow. ―Who’s

gonna ride who?‖

Dallas playfully slapped at Sasha‘s arm.

―Oooooh, you naughty thing! Listen, honey, I
don‘t care who sticks it in first, let‘s just get
busy!‖

Sasha chuckled, his full lips parting to reveal

flawless, super-white teeth. ―Ah, Dallas, you kill
me.‖

Dallas sidled up closer and slung a skinny

arm around Sasha‘s shoulders. ―Mmm-hmm,
mmm-hmm, that‘s what I‘m talking about. I
want to kill you, baby, kill you with kindness—
you, and that big ol‘ cock of yours.‖

Sasha glanced at him out of the corner of his

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eye. ―How would you know what size it is?‖

Dallas pursed his lips and shrugged. ―Word

gets ‗round. Besides, I do have eyes.‖ His gaze
floated down and locked on Sasha‘s well-packed
crotch. ―Yes, sirree. Mine eyes have seen the
glory! Lemme tell you something, I‘ve been
around, you know, and I ain‘t never seen such a
mouthwatering package in my life. Makes me
wanna fall to my knees, you know what I‘m
saying?‖

―Yeah, yeah, I know.‖ Sasha laughed, taking

one last drag of his smoke. He‘d known Dallas
for three years, and in all that time, Dallas had
never failed to hit on him whenever they met.
And it was always in the same manner—a
playful invitation extended in a teasing tone,
that nevertheless bore an undercurrent of
sincere want. It would be child‘s play to hook up
with him, but Sasha wasn‘t game. He wasn‘t the
least bit attracted to Dallas and besides, it had
been ages since Sasha had had sex for his own
pleasure. Then again, making a wad of cash for
letting some guy suck his dick, or vice versa,
was pretty gratifying in its own right. Letting
the butt fall to the ground, he crushed it out
with the heel of his biker boot as he turned to
walk away. ―I gotta go.‖

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Dallas gave him a lighthearted shove. ―Yeah,

alright. You keep safe now, ya hear?‖

Without looking back, Sasha lifted a hand in

acknowledgment as he crossed the road. The
public sidewalk in front of the club was now rife
with bodies, most of which had come out for a
smoke or, ironically, to get some fresh air. Here
and there a few pairs were making out, hotly
kissing and fondling one another, the muffled
thumpa-thumpa beat from beyond the
building‘s black doors adding an erotically-
charged soundtrack to the scene.

Watching the action from across the way,

Sasha leaned against the wrought-iron railing
that ran down the length of the street. There was
always an air of jubilation at Woody‘s that made
every night feel like New Year‘s Eve. Tonight
was no different. Sasha stood well apart from
the boisterous throng—and not just in terms of
location. He wasn‘t in the mood to party. Hadn‘t
been for some time. The life was starting to get
him down and for the first time in a long while,
Sasha wanted out.

But to do what?
And with whom?
Glancing to the left, he watched as a black

Audi rounded the corner and inched cautiously

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down the street. Sasha didn‘t need to look twice
to know who was inside. Robert Tanner. They
all knew Tanner. A semi-regular client of
Sasha‘s—if you could call three times semi-
regular—the short, chubby and married
magazine mogul with a receding hairline and a
pockmarked face left a lot to be desired in the
way of looks.

And likes.
He always wanted it rough, real rough, and

he had the off-putting tendency to cry when he
came. But his shortcomings did not include a
cheap streak. He was always prepared to fork
over the bucks for a good fuck, and more
unusually, to tip, and tip handsomely, saying, I
always reward good service.
One could say that
Tanner‘s wallet was as fat as he was. Sasha
could always count on a prosperous pay packet
with the publishing tycoon. Regardless, he hid a
wince as the car came to a full stop opposite him
and the shaded window on the passenger side
slid down.

―What‘s up?‖ Tanner leaned across the

leather seat and peered out.

Sasha

shrugged

and

glanced

away.

―Nothing.‖

―I can change that.‖

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Sasha looked back at Tanner. The man was

smiling. Strike that. Smirking. Tanner liked to
toss out these quick little one-liners that he
thought were both cool and hot. But they
weren‘t. Actually, they made Sasha want to
puke. He stared at the uneven row of teeth, his
gaze moving up to the sheen of sweat glistening
on Tanner‘s forehead. From time to time it took
everything Sasha had to get hard for a job—get
hard and stay hard. Clearly, this was going to be
one of those times. His heart was never into it,
though one or both of his heads usually were.
But tonight with Tanner?

No part of him was up to the task.
―Well?‖ Tanner taunted. ―Are you coming?‖
Only if a miracle happens.
Then one did.
―He‘s busy.‖
Sasha‘s cock stirred at the cool breath that had

brushed his ear. Turning toward the low voice,
his eyebrows shot skyward.

The guy was standing right beside him.
A seasoned child of the street, Sasha‘s sixth

sense was well honed. He always made a point
of knowing who was around him. In actuality,
he‘d only been caught off guard once—and he
still had the scar to prove it. The fact that this

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guy had materialized out of nowhere and
waltzed right up to Sasha without attracting his
attention was downright unnerving. Even more
unsettling though, was the guy himself.

He was—what was the word?
Oh yeah. Perfect.
The flawless skin of his chiseled, handsome

face

practically

glimmered

under

the

streetlights, its extraordinarily pale color making
his streaky blond hair look dark by comparison.
His eyes were the lightest shade of green
imaginable—a romance writer would call it sea
foam—and when his eyes locked with Sasha‘s,
the whole world grew so still Sasha could feel his
own heartbeat as it pounded, hard and fast, in
his ears.

And his cock.
No worries about getting it up for ol’ Tanner now.
Tanner stretched further across the seat and

squinting at the modelesque figure, gawked out
the window, his exaggerated, gaping mouth
giving him a buck-toothed look. ―What are you?
His fucking secretary?‖

―You‘re half-right.‖
Sasha was still staring at the guy. Not that he

had a choice. Truth be told, he couldn‘t tear his
eyes off him. His seal-grey Armani suit rode the

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sensuous border between a tight and relaxed
fit—allowing just enough room for the fabric to
move easily and fall right but close enough to
highlight his frame by hugging his broad
shoulders and clinging ever so slightly to his
muscular thighs. Beneath it, Sasha could just
imagine the way in which the ivory silk shirt
barely grazed his skin.

The light from the moon glinted off the set of

keys loosely clasped in his left hand, distracting
Sasha for a second. When he looked into the
guy‘s eyes again, a hard knowing look passed
between them—a heated, unspoken exchange
that said only one thing.

I want to fuck you.
Despite the mounting pressure in his crotch,

Sasha couldn‘t completely ignore his curiosity.
He had never experienced such a strong and
immediate reaction to a total stranger and a part
of him wanted to know why. But right now only
one question mattered. ―Where‘s your car?‖

The guy smiled.
Sasha bit his lip. Hard. The overwhelming,

charismatic power of his grin had just about
made Sasha come. As if he knew what he‘d
done, the guy gave Sasha a wink, then made a
little motion with his head.

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―Follow me.‖
Sasha fell in step beside him, ignoring

Tanner‘s indignant cries of ―Hey!‖ and ―What
the hell?‖ as they walked away.

―Friend of yours?‖ the guy asked when they

were out of earshot.

―Not even close.‖
They walked in silence, backtracking over

Sasha‘s earlier route along the side street and
turning onto the avenue. A few blocks before
they hit the main thoroughfare, the guy stopped
at a little red Italian job parked along the curb
and unlocked the doors with his remote.

―This a Ferrari?‖
―Maserati,‖ he nodded. ―Get in.‖
Sasha admired how easily the guy slide into

the driver‘s seat. He himself had difficulty
getting into place, first hitting his head as he
climbed in, then struggling to cram his long legs
into the passenger side of the low, compact
sports car. The guy didn‘t seem to notice. Sliding
the keys into the ignition, he fired up the engine
that broke into a purr before flicking on the
headlights and reaching for the gearshift.

Sasha shifted uncomfortably, prickles of

apprehension dancing down his spine. Things
were moving a little too fast with too little

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information exchanged—namely the what,
where and how much. ―Wait a minute.‖

The guy looked at him expectantly.
―Where are we going?‖
―My place.‖
―Where‘s that?‖
―The penthouse at Century Park.‖
Sasha let out a low whistle. The dinky 10,000

square-foot condos in the uber-rich high-rise
started at half a million. Given the guy‘s digs,
the next question was partially superfluous.
Clearly he could afford Sasha and his list of
services a hundred times over, but he was more
than a little interested in finding out what the
guy was into. ―Whatcha after?‖

―A Triple. All night.‖
Sasha could feel the guy‘s gaze burning into

the side of his face as he purposefully averted
his eyes and stared at his feet pressed hard into
the floor mat. The first request was doable. Rare.
But doable. He‘d done it only once and it had
been for a young john tripped out on cocaine
with a post-ejaculation springboard of a cock.
On the street Sasha frequented, the nearly
mythical Triple was also known as the pluck,
suck & fuck. In essence, it was a hand job,
followed by a blowjob, then intercourse—each

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one resulting in orgasm. Most johns, and tricks
for that matter, preferred only one of the three.
They didn‘t have the patience or desire for the
down time between fluffings.

But the second request? Unheardof. The

occasional male could shoot his wad three times
in one night, but if this guy wanted him for the
whole night, the suggestion was he would want
a Triple more than once. Sasha glanced at him
out of the corner of his eye. ―The Triple‘s not a
problem. But I can‘t do an all-nighter.‖

―Why not?‖
Sasha didn‘t answer right away, mostly

because he didn‘t know how. Before he could
decide on a correct response, the guy forced the
issue.

―Is it the money? I‘ll give you five grand if

you stay until dawn.‖

Sasha‘s jaw dropped. That was five times his

going price for the sexual trio of tricks. Sasha‘s
spine started to tingle again. Something felt
wrong. ―What‘s the deal?‖

―What do you mean?‖
―You a cop?‖
The guy laughed, a throaty, cascading ripple

of sound that made Sasha‘s balls twitch.

―Far from it.‖

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―Then what gives?‖
―What do you mean?‖
―Just…I‘ve never seen you down here

before.‖

―I‘m new in town.‖
―And what? You thought you‘d try slumming

it for a night? See how the other half lives?‖
Grimacing, Sasha turned his head and looked
out the window, surprised this guy had aroused
more than lust in him. As he watched a couple
of drunken frat boys try to talk their way into
the club on the corner, Sasha felt an age-old,
longtime-buried shame flare up. Sure, he was
the cream of the crop, but that didn‘t count for a
whole lot when the crop was nothing more than
a bunch of whores. Deep down, he was better
than that. He knew it, but really hated it when
his johns didn‘t.

The guy‘s silken voice soothingly stroked his

tension. ―You don‘t understand. I‘ve chosen you
above all the others.‖

Sasha looked at him, envisioning his

competition on the street. ―That‘s not saying
much.‖

The guy shook his head, a trace of sadness

darkening his beautiful features. ―You‘re not
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only here, in this city. But all over.‖

The look on Sasha‘s face was a blend of

confusion and skepticism. ―What are you
talking about?‖

The guy once more fixed his piercing pale

eyes on Sasha. ―I‘ve searched the world for
someone like you.‖

Okay, this is weird. But even as the words

formed in Sasha‘s mind, he couldn‘t look away,
couldn‘t break the spell. All Sasha knew was
that he‘d never felt so drawn to another living
soul before, the entreating, magnetic hold of the
guy‘s gaze making him dizzy and breathless. He
opened his mouth to say I’m outta here, but in the
time it took the thought to travel from his brain
to his lips, the statement turned into a question.
―Who are you anyway?‖

―My name‘s Kyan.‖
Resigned, he shook his head, his head

spinning with bewilderment and intrigue. ―I‘m
Sasha.‖

The guy flashed one of his hard-on-producing

smiles. ―I know.‖

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Tanner was pissed with a capital P.

Or hurt.
He couldn‘t decide which.
He‘d been seeing Sasha for a few weeks now

and had swapped cum with him on more than
one occasion. That had to account for
something. After all, if Sasha hadn‘t wanted
him, Tanner doubted the hot heartthrob would
have agreed to a second date. Then a third. No,
there was no misreading the signals. The feeling
was definitely mutual.

But then what was that bullshit about earlier?

Why had Sasha turned on his heel and taken off
with that fucking pasty-faced fashion victim?
Maybe he was trying to test Tanner, like, gauge
his sincerity. Or maybe Sasha was trying to
make him jealous, see if the sight of him heading
off for a fuck with someone else would make
Tanner see red.

Whether or not that was his intention,

Tanner‘s face did turn crimson at the thought.

With a grunt, he rubbed his swollen cock

through his polyester pants, his shaft swiftly
jerking in response to the rough pressure of his
hand. Sasha always had that effect on him. Even
from a distance. He had from the first moment
Tanner saw him. Tonight was no different.

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Except now, left high and dry, he was forced to
go to Plan B.

Making a swift U-turn, he pulled up in front

of Woody‘s and flagged down Taylor, a cute
albeit anemic-looking twink who was sprawled
over the steps to the club‘s entrance. He‘d seen
the kid working the area many times before. He
wasn‘t really a kid, more than likely twenty-five
if he was a day, but he had that perpetual
prepubescent look about him. What with his
skinny torso and carrot red hair, he was a far cry
from Sasha. But to get rid of the throbbing knot
in Tanner‘s crotch, the trick would do. ―Busy?‖
he half-yelled out the window.

Taylor looked at him drowsily. He was either

bored or stoned. Probably both. ―No.‖

―You are now.‖
Moving at a snail‘s pace, Taylor hauled his

scrawny shape into an upright position and
ambled, sloth-like around the front of the
vehicle. Once inside, he made a half-assed
attempt at conversation. ―Howz it going?‖

Tanner didn‘t answer. Flooring it, he

squealed down to the end of the street and
burned onto the avenue before taking the first
left into a darkened alley. Halfway down, he cut
the lights, then the engine. Unfazed, Taylor

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regarded him from beneath heavy eyelids.

―So, what‘ll be?‖
Tanner had his fat engorged cock out of his

pants before you could say lickety-split. ―Suck
it.‖

Taylor didn‘t budge. ―Let‘s see the green.‖
Tanner pulled out his wallet and tossed a

fifty-dollar bill on the seat.

Crumpling the fifty in one hand, Taylor

twisted toward him and bent down. As Tanner
felt hot lips close around his aching shaft and
watched the flaming red head begin to bob up
and down, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

And thought of Sasha.

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Chapter Two


asha stood looking out one of the many full-
length windows in Kyan‘s penthouse suite,

his hands tucked in his front pant pockets. Far
below, the city—now reduced to a ton of multi-
colored lights and blurs—was buzzing with
activity and signs of life. To the right, he could
see the familiar glowing domes of the
Legislative Building, to the left, the myriad
skyscrapers and high-rise complexes that made
up the downtown core. The lights from the
refineries across the river cast a golden glow in
the sky, beyond which the dark indigo heavens
were sprinkled with a plethora of sparkling
stars. The view was awe-inspiring.

―Incredible.‖ Catching sight of his reflection

in the glass, Sasha watched Kyan come up
behind him. He‘d taken off his suit jacket,
loosened his tie and undone the first couple
buttons of his shirt.

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―Turn off your cell. I don‘t want any

distractions.‖

―How did you know I…‖
―Ssssh.‖
Kyan slowly reached around and placed a

long slender finger against Sasha‘s mouth. With
a little laugh, Sasha dug into his jacket pocket
and switched the phone off before returning his
attention to Kyan. Only a couple inches taller
than him, Kyan tilted his head to the left and
lazily kissed the curve of Sasha‘s neck. His
mesmerizing eyes held Sasha‘s gaze as his right
hand came around the other side and cupped
Sasha‘s crotch.

―My thoughts exactly,‖ he murmured as he

gave Sasha‘s sac a little squeeze.

Sasha felt his cock jerk.
So did Kyan. He smiled knowingly, the grin

showcasing the brilliantly pointed tips of his
eyeteeth.

Never taking his eyes from Sasha‘s face, Kyan

leisurely wound his tongue into Sasha‘s ear as
he snapped the button on Sasha‘s pants and
undid his fly. Hauling out his already rigid cock,
Kyan began rubbing Sasha‘s shaft very
purposefully with sharp tight strokes that,
elongating his shank and constricting his knob,

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were clearly designed to make him come.

And come hard.
Sucking in air, Sasha threw his head back into

the crook between Kyan‘s shoulder and neck
and stared open-mouthed at the ceiling as he
involuntarily pushed his pelvis forward.
Reaching behind them both, Sasha roughly
grabbed hold of Kyan‘s hips, his fingers digging
into the soft fabric of his pants.

What the fuck?
Kyan sure knew how to push his buttons.

And how. The heat and friction and expert tug
and torque of his hand on Sasha‘s by-now
jerking cock was so good.

But the uncharacteristic lack of control Sasha

felt was not.

Uneasy with the forced sense of surrender, he

began to twist out of Kyan‘s one-armed hold,
but Kyan‘s left arm reached across Sasha‘s chest
to his right shoulder, locking him in a vise-like
grip.

―Uh-uh,‖ he murmured as he kicked Sasha‘s

feet further apart. ―I‘m the customer and the
customer‘s always right. And right now? I want
to watch you come.‖

Lifting his left hand to Sasha‘s right jaw, Kyan

directed his face around, his warm moist lips

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coming down hard on Sasha‘s mouth. With a
muffled moan, Sasha shuddered as Kyan‘s
tongue drove deep inside to passionately
encircle his tongue over and over again, the
powerful pull of his lips teasing and tormenting
Sasha more each moment.

For a split second, another wave of

discomfort coursed through him.

Sasha wasn‘t into kissing his clients. In fact,

he couldn‘t even remember the last time he‘d
swapped spit with a paying customer. But the
feel of Kyan‘s mouth on his was turning him on
so fucking much he didn‘t care.

Feverishly he returned the kiss, his mouth

and tongue perfectly mimicking the movements
of Kyan‘s lips and tongue, his teeth digging
hard into Kyan‘s lips. Hungry to touch him
more, Sasha stretched even further back so that
his fingers were able to knead the firm globes of
Kyan‘s ass. Beneath the fine fabric, his butt was
hard, toned, ideal for licking. With a shudder,
Sasha imagined tonguing that smooth flesh,
spreading those perfect cheeks and rimming the
tight hole in between. The thought alone pushed
him closer to the edge. All the while Kyan
continued to pump Sasha‘s cock harder and
faster, the slapping sound of the steady flesh-on-

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flesh stroking the only other sound in the room
apart from the gusts of breath that blew out
frequent and fast from Sasha‘s nostrils.

Suddenly stiffening, Sasha tore his mouth

from Kyan‘s lips, his head once more falling
back against Kyan‘s shoulder. Grimacing, he let
out a winded grunt.

―Yeah.‖
The whispered word into Sasha‘s ear was

followed by Kyan‘s tongue. Seconds later, a
violent blast of cum splattered the window.
Closing his eyes and shuddering, Sasha moaned
as Kyan held him steady and milked his cock
good, his hand relentlessly, expertly moving to
ensure that each subsequent blistering jet was
larger and more forceful than the last.

* * * *

Kyan smiled inwardly. Rapture-ridden, Sasha
didn‘t feel the dual slashes on his throat, didn‘t
detect the change in the forceful pull of Kyan‘s
lips on his skin. He distantly associated the
dizzying near-blackout with the mother of all
orgasms he was having. So far gone, Sasha
didn‘t even notice the strange metallic taste on
Kyan‘s tongue when he Frenched him again, or

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the jolt of energy and lust it created as he
swallowed the warm liquid copper that poured
into his mouth again and again. The world
swirled around him as he simultaneously
emptied and refilled two of his life forces for
what felt like an eternity.

* * * *

After Kyan pulled his lips away and Sasha
shook with a couple of full body post-ejaculation
twitches, Sasha opened his eyes and looked
down. That‘s when he knew something was up.

Literally.
Despite having just shot undoubtedly the

biggest wad of his life, his cock was fuller and
harder than ever. Dumbfounded, he turned and
looked at Kyan.

―Come on,‖ he said with a smile. Wiping a

smear of red from his mouth with the back of his
hand, he motioned to Sasha. ―Let‘s get more
comfortable.‖

Sasha watched Kyan saunter across the room

and disappear around the corner. After a long
moment, he followed him.

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Dallas was getting the fuck of his life by some
bubble-butted

bodybuilder.

The

Conan

lookalike was drilling his hefty cock into
Dallas‘s ass with such force that Dallas was
getting a kind of reverse whiplash.

But you know what they say…no pain no

gain.

And to think it almost didn‘t happen…
Hours earlier, after downing an eclectic

selection of shooters in between busting a move
on the overcrowded dance floor and indulging
in some pretty passionate tonsil swabbing in the
can, he and Mr. Universe struck a deal and
headed for the hills. But once at the big guy‘s
around-the-corner apartment, a red flag was
thrown on the play…apparently the muscle-
head was into bare backing. Or how did he put
it? He‘d rather stick pins in his eyes then wear a
condom.

Dallas didn‘t even flinch. He‘d encountered

the type before and he knew exactly what to do.

Kneeling between the guy‘s massive thighs,

Dallas swiftly unzipped his pants and lugged
out his thick pole. Stuffing it into his hot mouth,
he proceeded to blow him beautifully, sliding
his full fleshy lips up and down the shaft of his

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cock and sucking its head with a vengeance.
After a mere couple of minutes, Dallas pulled
the guy‘s dick from his mouth and regarded his
work. The dusty-rose colored leathery sac that
held his balls, shrunken compliments of
extensive steroid use, had drawn up tight
against the base of his cock in a telltale lock and
load position. The shaft had thickened and was
now ropey with bulging veins that visibly
pulsed with the steady rush of blood. But the
icing on the cake was at the top. The head of the
guy‘s cock was so swollen, it looked nearly
painful. Crimson in color, slick as satin, and
smeared with droplets of pre-cum, it was clear
that the glistening globe only need a few more
sucks before it exploded.

Hehehe.
―Sorry,‖ Dallas said, rising to his feet. ―I‘d

really love to finish this, but unfortunately, my
policy is no rubber, no lover.‖

That resolved the discussion promptly. The

guy had a sheik on his shaft in a heartbeat.

And now they were fucking like rabbits.
Really big rabbits.
Dallas was on fire, every inch of his body

scorching with stimulation and tension. Hell, he
was even hearing music—a slow, lowdown,

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super funky bass line that, looping over and
over again, seemed to personify the heavy
hulking thrusts into his ass. It took three full
repetitions of the musical vamp before Dallas
realized it was the ringtone on his cell—an old
funk tune by Johnny Guitar Watson called—
appropriately enough—Ain’t That A Real Mother
For Ya
.

―Leave it,‖ the guy grunted from behind, his

fingers digging harder into Dallas‘s hips as,
holding Dallas steady, he increased the speed of
his pounding assault.

One ring. Two. Three.
Shit.
Dallas hadn‘t initialized his voice message.

Whoever wanted to get hold of him, wanted
him bad. Nobody ever wanted him bad. Except
physically. And then, they wouldn‘t persist with
what, eight, nine, ten rings now?

Dallas couldn‘t take it. ―Hang on,‖ he panted,

pulling away. He frowned at the feel of the
guy‘s thick dick yanking out of him as he
scrambled to the end of the couch and picked up
the phone on the end table. ―This better be
important,‖ he gasped.

―It is,‖ Taylor said. ―I got fucked up tonight.‖
―Shit man! You get fucked up every night.

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You called to tell me that?‖

Taylor‘s voice was softer than usual. Weak.

Weird. ―Nah, not drugs. I‘m in trouble, Dallas.‖
A shaky breath came down the line. ―I
got…messed up by a trick.‖

Dallas‘s back stiffened. ―Where are you?‖
―The hospital.‖

* * * *


Sasha rounded the corner and stood for a long
minute, letting his eyes adjust to the dim
lighting. Eventually the room began to take
shape. Not that there was all that much to see.

A series of modern black and platinum wall

sconces cast a warm glow about the rectangular
space that was completely bare except for a
mirrored closet that ran the length of the far
wall. Apart from that, there was only the
humongous circular bed that, by default, was
the focal point of the room. Hastily strewn on
the floor were Kyan‘s expensive suit and shirt as
well as pair of black boxers and sleek Italian
loafers. Kyan himself was lounging partially
prone, naked, in the center of the spherical
mattress, his super pale skin almost luminous in

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the faint light, his impressive erection thick and
inviting as it curved up over the broad, flat plain
of his pelvis. He gave Sasha a smile that made
Sasha‘s cock, still protruding from between the
teeth of his zipper, twitch. His bottom lip was
still smeared with blood.

Sasha motioned. ―Sorry ‗bout that. Guess I

got a little carried away.‖

Kyan‘s smile deepened. ―Come here.‖
Sasha hesitated only a couple of seconds, but

apparently it was one second too long for Kyan.
Before Sasha knew what hit him, Kyan sprang
up, ripped Sasha‘s clothes from his body as easy
and fast as snatching a piece of tissue from the
box, and pushed him onto the bed. Easing first
one, then the other knee onto the edge of the
bed, Kyan leaned down and, with his hands on
the mattress, crept forward, stalker-like, on all
fours toward Sasha‘s sprawled body.

Sasha laughed a little, bowled over my

Kyan‘s predatory approach. ―What? You gonna
attack me?‖

Kyan‘s eyes flashed with a strange light as the

slightest hint of a smile lifted one corner of his
mouth. ―You got it.‖

In a sudden blur of movement that baffled

Sasha, he was jerked up and whipped around

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onto his hands and knees, with Kyan kneeling
behind him. Pushing Sasha‘s shoulders to the
mattress, Kyan grabbed hold of Sasha‘s ass and,
jerking it higher, spread his butt cheeks wide
apart. Holding him secure, Kyan began rimming
Sasha, alternately encircling and probing his
puckered hole with his tongue, occasionally
stretching down to first lick, then delicately suck
his dangling sac before returning to the hub in
the crinkled crack behind them.

Sasha moaned loudly into the mattress.

Twisting his head to one side, he let out a sharp
breath, his fingers gripping hard to gather up
the black satin sheets beneath his hands. The
steady heat and pressure in and around his
rectum was sending stabs of sensation through
his entire body, sensations that intensified
dramatically when Kyan sucked his balls.

And man did he know how.
Taking one fleshy orb into his mouth at a

time, Kyan exerted just the right amount of
pressure to fucking send Sasha without crossing
the line into discomfort, his cheeks pulling in
close around the dense globe in between
persistent looping laps of his tongue. After
giving each sphere individual attention, Kyan
then took both of Sasha‘s balls into his mouth

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and recommenced his suck and swab routine.
The warm breaths from Kyan‘s nose, pressed
into the smooth area between Sasha‘s balls and
butt hole, raised gooseflesh all over his body.

What came next though was even more mind

blowing.

Sasha shuddered uncontrollably as Kyan

inserted a finger deep into Sasha‘s rectum,
flexing his knuckle a few times before stretching
his finger out and twisting it from side to side as
he slowly thrust in and out. But that wasn‘t all.
Reaching around the front of Sasha‘s body with
his other hand, Kyan closed a tight fist around
Sasha‘s stiff cock and roughly jerked him off.

Or almost did.
Kyan‘s cum radar must have gone off, for

right before Sasha exploded, he abandoned
Sasha‘s balls and withdrew his finger. Flipping
him over, Kyan then devoured Sasha‘s pulsing
cock, sucking the entire stiff length into his
mouth with an intensity that bordered on
painful. Sasha‘s body immediately jerked and
quaked with the rhythmical force of his
ejaculation, his torso drawn nearly vertical with
each powerful contraction. Delirious, Sasha
abruptly screamed at a sudden blistering white-
hot ricochet of pain that originated in his shaft

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and shot to every nerve ending in his body—his
hair was scorching, his eyeballs burned, his
calves cramped and his anus clenched.

He could feel the double-edged-sword of the

sizzling sensation everywhere. Doubling over
Kyan‘s head, Sasha clawed at his back, caught
somewhere in the abyss between pain and
pleasure. Right behind the pain was the
strangely heightened sensation of his semen
pumping hot and heavy up from his contracting
balls, shooting down the length of his vibrating
shaft and exploding in one blistering spray after
another from the ultrasensitive head of his cock.
The force and volume of each ferocious spurt
shook Sasha like never before, the duration of
the ejaculation seeming to stretch out
indefinitely. When Sasha‘s over-the-top orgasm
finally wound down, Kyan kissed his way up
Sasha‘s trembling torso to once more cover
Sasha‘s lips with his own and fill his mouth with
that strange earthy flavor that made Sasha forget
everything but the bliss. And just like before,
when Kyan pulled away and smiled, Sasha‘s
cock sprung up, harder and fuller than before.
Panting, he stared at the hot sex machine before
him.

―I don‘t understand this,‖ he whispered, his

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voice shaky and hoarse.

Kyan stroked the side of his face tenderly. ―I

know. But you will. Right now? There‘s more I
want to do.‖

Swallowing hard, Sasha immediately grasped

his meaning. Clearly he, and not Kyan, was to be
the recipient of the first Triple. He had no idea
how or why he was able to get one hard-on after
another, but at this point he didn‘t care.

Jumping up, he bolted around behind Kyan

and pushed him forward onto the bed. Grabbing
his granite-like cock with one hand, Sasha
pulled it down a bit and pressed it against the
heavy swaying sac containing Kyan‘s packed
balls. Then ever so slowly he dragged it up the
crease that parted Kyan‘s ass until the crimson
cap of his shaft, still gleaming with spit and
cum, pressed against the puckered tight opening
he was so dying to ram into. Just as he drew
back his hips and began to ease the head of his
dick in, a wave of power and movement
stunned and shook him. Sasha didn‘t know how
but, all of a sudden, he was on the bottom again,
but this time on his back with his ankles resting
on Kyan‘s shoulders, staring dumbfounded into
his glittering green eyes.

―I thought we‘d mix it up a little.‖

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Before Sasha could say anything, Kyan

slapped a sheik on and slid his massive shaft all
the way into Sasha‘s well-lubricated hole. Sasha
gasped, his legs jerking straight, his toes curling
under. It had been a long time since he‘d been
fucked in this position—johns and tricks alike
preferred doing it doggy—and the face-to-face
intimacy made him uncomfortable. Beyond that,
the pain from Kyan‘s fast full entry was intense,
searing, ripping like a knife‘s blade from the
point of entry all the way through to his
abdomen. But again, behind the hurt was the
unmistakable syrupy sensation of pleasure.
Kyan‘s gaze was filled with warmth.

And fire.
―Breathe,‖ he whispered low.
It wasn‘t until that very moment that Sasha

realized he had been holding his breath.
Unsteadily, he exhaled, his eyes locked on
Kyan‘s face.

―That‘s it. Just relax.‖
Sasha obeyed. Closing his eyes, he willed his

body to loosen. Almost at once, the pain in his
ass lessened to a sultry ache, the feeling of
fullness turning decidedly erotic. Sighing, his
eyes drifted open. Kyan was watching him with
a mixture of lust and…something else,

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something far more powerful, more primal.

―Okay?‖
Sasha nodded, his heart pounding in his

chest.

Slowly Kyan started to move. Withdrawing

his hips until only his cock head remained
inside Sasha, he pressed forward, sliding his
shaft all the way back in. Back and forth he
undulated, gradually upping his speed and
pressure until they were both moaning. With his
muscular arms braced on other side of Sasha‘s
shoulders, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes,
Kyan pounded his hard cock into Sasha‘s tight
hole, taking them right to the edge, only to
abruptly back off before starting super slow all
over again.

Sasha gritted his teeth and clutched at Kyan‘s

hips urging him harder and deeper inside his
ass. Shuddering, he squeezed his eyes again,
drinking in the earth-shattering feeling of
Kyan‘s hard cock packing him tight and
stroking his prostate with every surge. The slick
slapping sound of Kyan‘s thrusts and the feel of
his wiry pubic hair brushing against his balls
only added to his delirium. After being brought
a couple times to the point of orgasm then
teasingly pulled back, Sasha was anxious to

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unload the mounting pressure in his cock. Even
though it was not being directly stimulated, it
was stiffer and thicker than ever, clearly ready
to blow at the slightest prompt.

―Please,‖ he whispered.
Without hesitation, Kyan reached down with

one hand and, firmly gripping Sasha‘s cock,
began tugging it, immediately matching the
rhythm of his increasingly heated thrusts. With
a touch and style that mimicked Sasha‘s own
hand, Kyan stroked Sasha‘s rigid rod, using his
thumb to massage the ropey thick veins that ran
up the length of his shaft and stimulate the v-
shaped attached bit of skin at the base of the
pearly cap. Sasha tossed his head and arched his
back, desperate for release. As the weight and
tension in his cock and ass amplified, Sasha
groaned at the familiar sensation of energy
coiling tight deep in his pelvis, ready to be
sprung. His eyes wide, he grasped Kyan‘s waist.
―I‘m gonna come.‖

Kyan laid a smile on him that cocked Sasha‘s

gun. Then in a low deep voice that dripped with
danger and sex, he pulled the trigger. ―I know.‖

With a loud cry, Sasha exploded. As one

spasm flowed into another, he was only vaguely
conscious of the hot blasts of cum that splattered

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his chest and sprayed his neck and chin along
with the tremulous jerking of Kyan‘s body atop
him as he, too, came. Beneath it all, Sasha
abruptly felt a burning blast of pain on his chest.
Glancing through half-open eyes, he saw the top
of Kyan‘s head and realized he had bit his chest.
He surrendered to the delicious delirium that
permeated his body inside and out, made
helpless by the relentless thrusting of Kyan‘s
cock inside him, the tight rub and tug on his
own cock and the hard sensuous pulls of Kyan‘s
mouth on his nipple. It was a long hard hot ride
but this time, when it stopped, Sasha was
actually thirsty for Kyan‘s flavorful kiss,
desperate for the strange taste on his tongue,
eager for the slick thickness of liquid as he
swallowed.

More than ready, this time he was hungry for

it.

When Kyan lifted his head and reached

forward to kiss Sasha, Sasha clasped his face and
pulled his red-smeared mouth down to his own,
no longer worried about the stain of crimson on
Kyan‘s lips—only that he had to have his
intoxicating kiss. As they lip-locked, Sasha
impatiently sucked Kyan‘s tongue and
repeatedly swallowed the heady hot fluid that

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filled his mouth, falling into what was now a
warm and welcome swoon. Sasha jerked when
Kyan bit his tongue hard, but soon they were
avidly sucking each other‘s tongues in a
sizzling, exhilarating kiss.

After a time, Kyan gently pushed him away,

once more wiping the blood from his mouth.
Lying down beside him, Kyan stretched out on
the mattress, his cock as erect and ready for
action as Sasha‘s.

With a smile, Sasha turned toward him.

Coming up on one elbow, he bent over Kyan‘s
torso. Easing the slippery rubber from Kyan‘s
cock, Sasha clasped his slick shaft and start
stroking.

Triple Take Two.

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Chapter Three


he next day Sasha woke in a fog. Opening his
eyes, he lay on his back and stared at the

ceiling. Disoriented and feeling hung over, it
took him a full two minutes to figure out where
he was.

Dragging himself up onto his elbows, Sasha

glanced down the length of his naked body and
struggled to clear his blurry sight. What he was
able to determine was the black satin sheets
beneath his pale form and the fact that the huge
round mattress they covered took up the
majority of the room he was in.

Okay. He wasn‘t at home.
In a sudden flash flood it all then came back

to him—meeting Kyan in front of Woody‘s,
Kyan‘s request for an all-nighter with multiple
Triples, the incredible hand job Sasha had
received high above the city lights, and the mind
blowing night that followed.

T

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With a sharp exhale, Sasha fell back on the

pillows, the recollection itself having completely
exhausted him. As one shiver after another
wracked his now cold-sweating body, Sasha
more

painstakingly

recalled

what

had

transpired once he and Kyan had entered the
bedroom.

Kyan came around the corner, a towel tied

around his narrow waist, his hair and chest
dripping with water from a recent shower.

Beyond, Sasha could see through the full-

length windows of the living room that the sky
was dark. ―What time is it?‖

―Seven.‖
Sasha groaned, crossing his arms over his face

―Jesus, why are you up?‖ The two of them
must‘ve been fucking until well after 3:00 AM.
Four hours of shuteye just wasn‘t going to cut it.
When he felt the mattress sag, Sasha let his
hands drop to his sides. Kyan was lounging
beside him, his face only inches from Sasha‘s at
long last limp dick.

―I‘m starving. I‘ve been waiting forever for

you to open your eyes. You sleep like the dead.‖
He chuckled softly. Craning forward, he kissed
Sasha hotly for a long moment, a residue of that
unique flavor on his tongue making Sasha‘s

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cock twitch. ―Come on,‖ he said pulling back.
―Let‘s grab a bite of supper.‖

Sasha started to get up, but froze on the edge

of the bed, confused, as Kyan‘s sentence fully
registered.

―Supper?

Don‘t

you

mean

breakfast?‖

Kyan laughed, that cascading cool laugh of

his oddly echoing in the near empty room as he
headed toward the mirrors. Pushing aside one
of the sliding doors that opened into a
humongous walk-in closet, he dropped his
towel and stepped into the soft light of the
dressing alcove. The sight of his hard perfect
pale body gleaming in the warm light sent a
shot of hunger through Sasha, awakening his
flaccid cock.

―Technically, yes,‖ he said as he reached for a

pair of jeans.

As he bent down and lifted one foot to step

into one of the pant legs, Sasha got a good
glimpse of his crease and bulging sac below.
Another arrow of fire pierced his cock.

―Then again, it is seven at night.‖
Sasha gawked at him, the statement jerking

his gaze up from Kyan‘s suckable bag to the
glossy hair on his head, still wet and looking
darker than before. In his party days that had

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routinely consisted of nights that didn‘t end
until dawn, Sasha would sleep until two, maybe
three in the afternoon the next day. But until the
sun when down?

Never.
A shiver of inexplicable apprehension

wiggled up his spine. ―What did you do to me
last night?‖

The muscles on Kyan‘s shoulders rippled as

he swung a cotton shirt around and on. ―What
didn’t I do to you?‖

―I‘m serious, Kyan. Something…happened.‖

A lengthy pause added weight to the statement.
―Didn‘t it?‖

Kyan turned around, zipping up his fly. The

waistband of low rise jeans rode those little
indentations just below his hipbones. He
padded barefooted to the bed, his open shirt
perfectly framing his ripped chest and torso.
―Yeah it did,‖ he said, sitting down beside
Sasha.

Sasha wordlessly spread his hands open in a

let‘s-have-it gesture.

Kyan kissed him then, not the hot, over-the-

top kiss that had dominated their lip locks thus
far, but soft, tender brushes of his lips against
Sasha‘s mouth, nose and eyelids. Stroking

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Sasha‘s jaw, Kyan pulled back to peer deeply
into Sasha‘s eyes, a look of hesitation evident on
his face. With a reluctant smile, he gave Sasha
one last kiss before rising.

―Not on an empty stomach. First, we eat.‖
At the thought, Sasha‘s mouth salivated. He

was hungry. Check that. Famished. But for the
life of him, he couldn‘t figure out for what. A
burger? Ick. Pasta? Double Ick. Seafood? Barf.

Suddenly the thought of food was beyond

repulsive. Feeling irritated and anxious in a way
that completely overtook his need to know the
missing pieces of the puzzle, Sasha made a snap
decision to return to the place and way he knew
best.

―Nah,‖ he said, avoiding Kyan‘s gaze as he

stood up and dressed quickly, distractedly
switching the cell in his jacket back on. He‘d
shower at home. So strong was his attraction
and connection to Kyan that he knew if he
didn‘t leave now, he never would. ―I gotta…‖
For some reason, Sasha felt suddenly
uncomfortable admitting he was going to leave
Kyan‘s bed and go to another‘s. ―I got some
stuff to do.‖

The silence that followed stretched out so

long that Sasha was forced to raise his eyes to

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Kyan‘s face and the knowing expression within
the hypnotic gaze. But to Sasha‘s surprise, Kyan
didn‘t question his sudden desire to bolt.

―Yeah, okay,‖ was all he said. ―I‘ll see you

later.‖

Kyan‘s last few words were spoken with

conviction—a quiet but assured certainty that
raised the hair on the back of Sasha‘s neck.

And not in a bad way.
But before he could be tempted to call in sick

and spend another mind-blowing night with
Kyan, duty called.

Literally.
Sasha looked at the name as he picked up his

singing cell. Grimacing, his head fell back as he
steeled himself. Heaving a deep sigh, he hit the
TALK button. ―Yeah?‖

―Hey…sorry we couldn‘t hook up last night.

But I‘ll make it well worth your while if you
squeeze me in tonight. Hehehe. Whaddaya say?‖

Sasha felt his stomach lurch. ―Sure.‖
―Woody‘s at 9:00?‖
―Okay.‖
―I can‘t wait to…‖
Sasha cut him off. He hated listening to that

voice any more than he had to. Distractedly, he
saw a new message from Dallas. He‘d get it

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later.

―Who was that?‖
―Nobody. I gotta go.‖ Without so much as a

backward glance, he strode to the door.

―Haven‘t you forgotten something?‖
Turning, Sasha eyed Kyan. Immediately, his

cock jerked in his pants. God he wanted him. All
over again.

And again.
And again.
―What?‖
Kyan sauntered over to him. En route, he

stopped and snatched his wallet from his suit
jacket that lay on the floor to pull out a wad of
cash. Continuing on, he stuffed the bundle of
hundreds into Sasha‘s pant pocket, his thumb
just barely grazing Sasha‘s stiffening shaft as he
leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

―Believe me, you were worth every cent.‖
Sasha winced—for two reasons. He‘d never

forgotten the cash before. But even more
disturbing was the fact that he didn‘t want it.

Not from Kyan.
Kyan‘s cool breath brushed Sasha‘s flesh and

a shiver of pleasure laced with seering want
ripped through him. Shaken, he backed up.
Without reason—at least none he could

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determine—Sasha pulled the roll of bills from
his pocket, opened his hand and let them fall to
the ground. As he turned to leave, Kyan‘s low
voice stopped him.

―One more thing.‖
This time, Sasha didn‘t pivot. He stood statue

still, holding his breath, waiting for the words
he had been dying to hear from the moment he
had first opened his eyes.

―When you‘re done…come back.‖

* * * *


―Come in,‖ Tanner purred, opening the door to
his condo and waving Sasha in. He eyed Sasha‘s
tight jeans and t-shirt. ―You look fucking hot.
Ready for some hot fucking?‖

Sasha squelched a scoffing laugh. He‘d just

come from the hot fucking of his life. Hell,
anybody‘s life. There was no way Tanner would
be able to hold a candle to Kyan in any
department, least of all in bed. A one-sided grin
was all Sasha could manage as he passed under
the archway and entered the suite. He‘d been
there before so few of the décor details
registered with him. But the nauseating smell of

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stale cigars hit him as just as strong as the first
time.

―Wanna drink?‖ Tanner asked, swaggering

over to the rectangular granite counter of the
built-in bar.

Some things never changed. Tanner always

asked him if he wanted a drink and he always
declined. ―No.‖

―Aw, c‘mon. Have one. Let‘s talk for a bit.‖
Sasha stared at him blankly, dumbfounded at

his dogged persistence. If he wasn‘t pushing
booze, he was pushing conversation, forcing a
casualness and intimacy that just wasn‘t there.
―Look, I don‘t have a bunch of time.‖

Tanner‘s reply was a little too sudden. And

sharp. ―You seemed to have lots of time for Mr.
Armani. Damn near twenty-four hours.‖

Sasha knew he was talking about Kyan. He

shivered even though a flush of heat coursed
through his body at the memory of the unheard
of—having spent the night, and all the entire
next day, with a john. The fact that Tanner knew
he‘d stayed at Kyan‘s for that length of time
made Sasha suddenly very uneasy, as did the
gnawing in his gut that had been plaguing him
since waking. Beyond that, the thought of
sticking it in Tanner was becoming more and

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more repulsive by the minute. In an
unprecedented decision, Sasha motioned as
Tanner threw a huge splash of scotch into a
glass and downed it in one gulp.

―On second thought, I‘ll take some of that.‖

He never drank on the job but this was one time
he needed liquid courage. At the very least, he
was eager for the kind of anesthetic property
that only alcohol or drugs, could provide.

―Excellent!‖ Tanner seemed pleased as he

wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then
refilled his glass half full before reaching below
the counter to get another tumbler. His fingers
trembled as he reached for the bottle and
poured the scotch up to the rim. With a smile, he
handed the drink to Sasha. ―This‘ll hit the spot.
Fucking all night tends to dehydrate a guy.‖

Sasha stared at the inviting amber liquid. It

appeared a little murkier than he remembered—
Tanner always drank scotch and Sasha routinely
marveled at the clear golden hue as it sparkled
within the glass. Regardless, the mere sight of
the drink made Sasha painfully aware of a
sudden and raging thirst. Chalking up the
uncharacteristic cloudiness of the booze to a
dirty glass, he shot it back. The scotch burned all
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flash of fire, a strange aftertaste following its
fiery descent. But the cool fluid had temporarily
relieved the dryness in his mouth. Clearing his
throat, Sasha set the empty on the counter.
―What I do and with who, is none of your
fucking business.‖

Tanner promptly took the glass below the

countertop, his hands moving out of sight as he
made Sasha another drink. A long moment later,
he set another full-to-the-top drink in front of
him. ―Oh I dunno about that.‖

―What‘s not to know?‖ Sasha took the glass

and drained it for a second time, frantic to
alleviate the desperate dehydration that had
returned with a vengeance. He coughed as the
sharp bitterness once more tingled his taste
buds. Tanner‘s full face undulated before his
eyes for a spell before becoming still. So this is
why you’re not supposed to drink on an empty
stomach.

―I think who and what you do has a whole

helluva lot to do with it.‖

―With what?‖
―Our future.‖
Future?‖ Sasha couldn‘t believe his ears. He

swayed a little as he awkwardly slammed the
glass down on the bar, his depth perception all

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of a sudden completely out of whack. He knew
Tanner was a bit of an oddball, but this was now
officially beyond odd.

Along about then, Sasha‘s ears started

ringing, a soft, echo-like series of thrills
separated by short periods of silence. It took him
a few long seconds before he realized the sound
was not in his ears, it was in his pants…his cell
was ringing. Taking it out, Sasha struggled to
flip it open and hit the button with the little
green phone on it. His body and mind felt
tremendously heavy and uncooperative. During
his painful attempt to answer the incoming call,
Sasha was only distantly aware of Tanner‘s
voice.

―Don‘t answer it. This is our time. I don‘t pay

you to talk.‖

Stumbling, Sasha turned away and lifted the

phone to his ear. ―Yeah?‖

―Sasha! Bee-atch! Didn‘t you get my

message?‖

A wave of dizziness threatened Sasha‘s

balance. Reaching back, he grabbed the counter
for support. ―Who ishh thish?‖

―Damn! It‘s Dallas. You drunk? Sound like

my mama without her dentures. Where the hell
are you?‖

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―Tanner‘s.‖
Tanner? Fuck me! Listen, man, you get the

fuck out of there!‖

Sasha shook his head. There was a ringing

sound—a different one than before—and this
one threatened to drown out Dallas. Only this
time, the noise was definitely coming from
inside his head. A rush of nausea made him
wince. ―Wha do ya…‖ His mouth refused to
work. The room started to spin as Dallas sped
on in an impassioned torrent.

―That fat fuck damn near killed Taylor last

night, tore him up real good—poor kid won‘t be
able to shit right for weeks. Then he beat him
unconscious. But not before he told him that his
unrequited love– that be you Sasha—was going to
pay. I‘m telling you, baby, you get your ass gone
from there.‖

Staggering, Sasha slumped back against the

countertop before sliding down to the ground,
the cell dropping from his hand to crash on the
tiled floor between his spread legs. Sasha could
no longer hear Dallas‘s panicked pleas, couldn‘t
feel any part of his body, couldn‘t even begin to
form a thought. All he had was his sight—fuzzy
and flickering as it was.

But that too was on its way out.

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In fact, the last thing Sasha saw was Tanner‘s

smug fat face as he bent down over him.

Then it all went black.

* * * *


Kyan was strolling along the street, whistling
and still swooning in the sweet aftermath of his
recent buffet breakfast—a tasty Asian, a pair of
hot-blooded Spaniards, a visiting Scot, a third-
generation Pole, with a home-grown American
for dessert. The nuances of their respective
cultures and diets were uniquely reflected in
their blood, making for an especially nice
assortment of diverse flavors.

As had long been his way, Kyan had neither

drunk them to death nor turned them. Rather he
had taken just enough from each course to whet
his appetite while leaving them only mildly
dizzy at the sudden but relatively minimal
blood loss. Following which, using his
supernatural charisma and prowess, he wiped
the entire event from their minds and sealed the
telltale wounds on their throats with his healing
blood, seductively applied by his freshly bitten
tongue.

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Indeed, Kyan was so lost in the moment of

sweet satiation that he almost didn‘t sense the
going-ons of another he had recently drunk
from, the only one he had ever allowed to, in
turn, drink from him, the only one he had ever
wanted to share the sensual circle of blood with.
He‘d spent many decades prowling the night
and looking for that mythical combination of
blood and love that reportedly existed, but he
had never even come close to feeling the pull.

Until last night.
In that magnetic first moment when he‘d first

laid eyes on Sasha—a moment that had hinted
at the promise of something more, something
real—Kyan had gone with it. He entered
wholeheartedly into an introduction that would
lead to an erotic exchange like none before. And
now, more than anything, he wanted to be
Sasha‘s sire and turn him into his eternal
companion. That‘s if Sasha willingly agreed.
Even if he didn‘t, they would forever be
connected, their simultaneous blood and semen
swap allowing him, the blood mentor, to
indirectly sense all his apprentice‘s experiences.

And experience it he suddenly did.
In a rush of wooziness, Kyan stumbled and

fell to his knees, an acidic taste on his tongue

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sending him into a spasmodic fit of coughing.
As he felt his limbs and breathing grow weak,
Kyan immediately recognized the cause of the
sensation that he felt via Sasha—he himself had
experienced it once when a suspicious doctor
had discovered the truth behind Kyan‘s
aversion to sunlight and food. The chemical
bitterness in his mouth was followed by the
slippery slide of sensation and mobility, the first
indications of impending paralysis. In short,
Sasha had been given something to knock him
out.

A jagged barb of fear seized Kyan.

Scrambling to his feet, he turned in circles,
anxiously trying to figure out from where the
mental images were coming. He saw an
apartment, picked up on the approximate
location, the strong scent of cigars curling his lip
as he started to run.

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Chapter Four


asha awoke and for the second time in
twenty-four

hours,

was

completely

disoriented. Blinking rapidly, he tried to clear
both his vision and his thinking—both of which
were strangely fuzzy. As he shifted, he realized
two things—he was horizontal and he was being
restrained. Craning his neck to see what
prevented him for moving, Sasha frowned as he
eyed the thick twisted ropes tightly bound
around his wrists and ankles tying him to the
four-poster bed.

The sight of his surroundings first reassured

then alarmed him.

Almost at once, he recognized the furniture

and then the room itself as belonging to one of
his semi-regulars, Robert Tanner. The familiarity
temporarily put his mind at ease. But the tied-
up, spread-eagled position he found himself in
was new, and given the fact that he could recall

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little of what preceded it, Sasha felt more than a
little uneasy. Granted, Tanner was into some
kinky shit, but rendering Sasha helpless had
never been part of it before. Just then, Sasha‘s
trick-turned-captor strolled into the room.

―Good morning sleeping beauty.‖
Watching the naked, sweaty, fat form

approach was too much to take. The taste of bile
swiftly rose in his throat and mouth with an
alarmingly imminent sensation. Abruptly
twisting his head and shoulders to one side,
Sasha spewed over the side of the bed. A bitter
but decidedly narcotic aftertaste lingered on his
tongue.

Now he understood.
―What the fuck did you give me?‖
Tanner shrugged as he moved around to the

side of the mattress opposite where Sasha had
just vomited, his arms curiously disappearing
behind his back. He looked kind of drugged
himself—staggering a little and sweating a lot.
His speech was slurred and there was a kind of
crazed but nevertheless steely expression in his
eyes. Probably just drunk. As usual.

―Something to make you relax.‖
Sasha flailed against the ropes, the look of

anger hardening the features of his face.

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―Relax?‖ he boomed. ―Or knock me out cold so
you could tie me down?‖

Again,

Tanner

lifted

one

shoulder

offhandedly. ―What choice did I have? I knew
you wouldn‘t agree any other way.‖

Sasha‘s stomach gave a little lurch. ―Agree to

what?‖

―Your punishment.‖
The lurch turned into a tidal wave.

―Punishment? For what?‖

―For being such a whore.‖
―What?‖ Clearly ol‘ Tanner had finally

flipped his fucking lid. ―In case you‘ve
forgotten, I am a whore. Remember? You pay to
fuck me! That, by definition, is—‖

―Shut up!‖ Tanner unexpectedly exploded,

bringing one knife-wielding hand from around
his back. And this was no butter spreader but a
huge honking butcher knife. Seconds later,
Tanner let his arm drop loosely to his side. ―You
just don‘t get it do you?‖

―Jesus, man, what is your fucking problem?‖
―I don‘t have a problem. You‘re the one with

the problem.‖

No shit.
Tanner let out a long, slow sigh as he ran the

tip of the blade lightly up Sasha‘s shin. He was

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shaking his head, a look of profound
disappointment on his pockmarked face. The
steel was cold. Sasha shivered violently, but not
because of the cold.

―I thought you understood,‖ Tanner said

calmly now, his gaze glued to the trail of the
knife as it continued its pointed ascent.

Sasha‘s gaze was also fixed on the silver

shining blade travelling up his thigh and
inching steadily closer to his cock, which,
inexplicably, was once more hard as a rock.
Whatever had transpired between him and
Kyan the night before had changed him in a way
he couldn‘t understand. But Kyan and the
magical goings-on he‘d engineered were miles
away now. ―Understood what?‖

Tanner lifted his eyes to Sasha‘s face. There

was still that demented look inside the beady,
black

circles,

but

the

accompanying

determination had increased to the point where
he was now openly glaring at his imprisoned
victim.

―That you‘re mine.‖
For the first time since the start of the bizarre

exchange, Sasha didn‘t know what to say—a fact
that Tanner very quickly picked up on.

―Cat got your tongue?‖

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His voice was deceptively calm. When Sasha

didn‘t respond, Tanner carried on.

―I don‘t know why you‘re speechless. I told

you the first time we met that, one way or
another, we were going to be together.‖

Overwhelmed by panic and amazement,

Sasha eyes flitted between the point of the blade,
which Tanner lightly steered on a lazy
serpentine course up the shaft of Sasha‘s cock,
and Tanner‘s sweat-shiny face that, tilted down,
bore a mixed expression of fascination and
satisfaction. Desperately, Sasha tried to recall
that initial meeting several months earlier.
Snippets of the exchange—both verbal and
physical—flitted across his mind, but try as he
might, Sasha couldn‘t recall any such statement.
Then again, through the years he had developed
the well-honed habit of tuning out a lot during
the act itself. Maybe Tanner had said something
like that. So what if he had? If Sasha had a dime
for every time a john said something stupid in
the heat of the moment, he‘d be a fucking
millionaire. ―I don‘t remember.‖

―Of course you don‘t. You were too busy

getting your ass crammed with my cock to pay
attention to much else. But I said it. And I meant
it. I loved you from the get-go, loved you

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enough to give you your freedom and allow you
to carry on with your…work. That was, on two
conditions—you weren‘t to give me any of the
details—which you never did—and should the
situation ever arise, you were to always choose
me over anyone else. After all, what we had was
something special. Things had been fine and
would‘ve continued on that way if you hadn‘t
dumped me for that slick son-of-a-bitch last
night. But by doing that, you‘ve forced my
hand.‖

Tanner paused meaningfully as he tapped the

flat part of the blade against Sasha‘s sac. When
at last he spoke, his voice was low. Sad even.

―I‘m so sorry, Sasha. I really am. But I just

can‘t take the risk of you tossing me aside again.
I have to make sure you won‘t be able to do that
to me ever again.‖

While he was sure he didn‘t want to know the

answer, Sasha couldn‘t keep from asking the
question. ―What do you mean?‖

―Let‘s just say, you won‘t be able to fuck me

over by fucking someone else if you can‘t fuck at
all!‖

With that, Tanner grabbed Sasha‘s stiff cock

with his free hand and yanked it perpendicular
to his abdomen. With a grunt, he pressed the

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edge of the knife against the base of the shaft.

Then he began sawing.
Sasha blurted out an impassioned ―No!‖ just

before the first bullet of agony ripped through
his body. Yelling, he twisted, trying in vain to
free himself from the restraints that held him.
Relentlessly, he fiercely fought against the ropes
preventing his escape until his wrists and ankles
were raw and bloody. As one torturous ripple of
pain cascaded into another, Sasha‘s throat grew
sore from his constant cries, his conscious state
melting into the indescribable torture until it
teetered on the brink of blessed nothingness.

But sweet oblivion was not to be.
The explosive sound of Tanner‘s startled

scream jolted Sasha from the merciful sanctuary
of unconsciousness. With a jerk, he opened his
eyes, the sight that greeted him momentarily
distracting him from the unbearable pain
between his legs.

Tanner was twisted into an awkward, pretzel-

like shape—his torso bent so far to the left side
that his ear touched his outer thigh while his left
ankle had been grabbed and crossed over his
front knee in a sort of half-lotus pose. Peculiarly,
neither foot now touched the floor. Rather he
was being dangled like a piece of meat—a

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quivering, gelatinous, squirming piece of
blubber. Situated behind Tanner and holding
him in the contortionist-like position was none
other than Kyan.

Only now he appeared radically different

than Sasha had remembered.

His streaky blond hair still looked great,

framing the pale skin of his face. And his light
jade gaze remained striking. However, at the
moment his soft green eyes were glowing with a
kind of inner fire that made them appear almost
radioactive. His full lips would have been
inviting had they been lightly pressed together,
or better yet, only slightly parted. But as it was,
Kyan‘s mouth was wide open in an animalistic
manifestation of primal rage. Even more
horrifying was the unadulterated expression of
hunger, and the long, hard, staggering white
twin porcelain stilettos that extended like
minute daggers from his eyeteeth.

Wait.
What?
Is this what Kyan had meant by grab a bite?
Sasha shuddered as he mentally grappled

with the impossible taking shape before him.

Like everyone else, he‘d known of such

beings, heard of the myths, read the books and

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watched the movies. Hell, once or twice, Sasha
had even told the odd joke that poked fun at his
own occupation by casting a supernatural light
on the sheer suction strength of the legendary
creature. But in all his days had he never
actually believed in the celebrated immortals.

Not even close.
Not until now.
In a flash, Sasha realized there was no

mistaking what he was looking at.

A real live vampire. Beautiful and beastly.
That explained a lot.
No wonder Kyan could go forever.
Even so, there were many questions yet to be

answered, but before he could ask one, Sasha
once again found his attention diverted.

Before him, Tanner‘s misshapen posture

stretched the line of his right shoulder and neck
long and bare for the taking. Needing no further
invitation, Kyan hissed loudly as his head tilted
back, the movement seeming to elongate his
already lengthy fangs. A whimpering, thrashing
Tanner caught sight of Kyan peripherally and a
great gush of urine spurted from his limp dick.
Kyan chuckled.

―See? You‘re nothing but a piss ant. A

corpulent, pathetic piss ant with a little prick

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and no balls. What makes you think any part of
you was good enough for Sasha? You‘re not
only arrogant, you‘re delusional! I should end
you.‖ He growled the last sentence.

Tanner‘s sniveling increased and he writhed

pitifully within Kyan‘s grip, but his efforts were
clearly futile.

Since his arrival, Kyan‘s focus had solely been

Tanner, but at this point, he looked up, his eyes
locking with Sasha‘s. Kyan gave him a
reassuring smile and as he began to speak again,
Sasha knew he was talking more to him than to
Tanner.

―I‘m not going to hurt you. And I‘m not going

to kill you. My kind doesn‘t need to do that
anymore. We have evolved to the point where
we can take the blood we need without harm to
the donor. Then we heal the wounds with our
saliva and make them forget what happened.

―And my bite alone can‘t change you into

what I am. Multiple blood and semen exchanges
with one of us will give you some of our
characteristics, primarily a tendency toward the
night, an indefinable but ironic thirst for blood
because you won‘t yet be able to stomach large
amounts of it and an equally unquenchable sex
drive. Your body will also possess an alarmingly

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accelerated ability to fully heal itself.‖

Right on cue, Sasha realized his partially

severed cock was no longer throbbing. Glancing
down, he saw the deep gash made by the blade
of the knife had mended, leaving only a
collection of dried blood in its wake.

―But you won‘t become completely nocturnal,

produce exaggerated incisors, possess incredible
strength, speed and amplified senses, be able to
digest blood and achieve immortality until you
first suffer a near-fatal blood and semen loss,‖
Kyan finished.

A near-fatal blood and semen loss?
Talk about sucking and fucking you to death.
―Then what?‖ Sasha asked.
―You recover both fluids from your sire,

consuming your fill until you are satiated. It‘s
that very replenishment, the taking back of
blood and semen, that causes the change.‖

―Sire?‖
―The one who chooses you.‖
―Chooses you for what?‖ Kyan gave Sasha a

smile that he could feel in every part of his
body. Especially his cock.

―A permanent companion.‖
The heavy hush that filled the room was

suddenly broken by Tanner‘s high-pitched

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whine. Kyan actually started a little at the
sound, as if he‘d forgotten the trembling quarry
in his arms. Visibly irritated by the interruption,
Kyan opened his mouth wide, his impressive
incisors lengthening before Sasha eyes. Then he
swiftly sank them into the side of Tanner‘s
throat, sucking audibly for a short time until the
struggling stout form within his grip abruptly
fell slack. While Tanner had bellowed at the
initial pain, he quickly ceased all sound as he
seemingly fell into a kind of hypnotic lull—his
eyes fixed, his mouth slack, his breathing
shallow.

Seconds later, Kyan withdrew his dripping

fangs from Tanner‘s neck and licked the dual
tears in the ruddy flesh, healing the punctures
on contact before easing the limp figure to the
floor. Very briefly, he touched Tanner‘s forehead
as if checking him for a fever. Then he
straightened and wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand, looked at Sasha who had
watched the whole thing with a mixture of
astonishment and horror.

―Is he dead?‖
Kyan shook his head as he moved about the

bed, gently loosening Sasha‘s ropes. The lesions
created by the harsh ties had all but

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disappeared.

―No. Just unconscious from the sudden and

extensive blood loss. His body will refill itself
while he rests.‖

―And tomorrow?‖
―He won‘t remember any of this.‖
―How can you be so sure?‖
Kyan grinned. ―This isn‘t the first time I‘ve

done this.‖

The memory of Kyan‘s teeth on his neck,

chest and thigh the night before came back to
Sasha full force, and it all came together. Kyan
hadn‘t been biting him in the heat of the
moment, he had been drinking Sasha‘s blood—
the strange flavor Sasha had tasted in Kyan‘s
kiss was his own blood. The thought of being
like Kyan was both intriguing and frightening to
Sasha, but his fascination was stronger than his
fear.

―Why didn‘t you make me forget everything

like you did to him?‖ He shot a quick glance at
Tanner who, lying in a crumpled flabby heap at
Kyan‘s feet, looked as peaceful as a sleeping
child.

―Because I want you to remember every

moment with me. More than that, I want you to
know me for who and what I really am.‖

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―So I‘m not a…I‘m not like you?‖
―No. Not yet. Not unless you choose to be. I

just wanted to give you a taste of what it‘s like.‖

Sasha sat up and rubbed his wrists where the

ties had been. The skin was once more smooth
and flawless. ―Yeah but why me? Why‘d you
choose me?‖

Kyan looked sincerely surprised. ―Don‘t you

feel it? That fire between us?‖

Sasha stood up, his body now only inches

from Kyan. A streak of electricity shot through
his body at the other‘s powerful proximity. He
nodded. There was something linking them—
something indefinable, deliciously primitive and
uncontrollably powerful—something that had
been there from the very first moment. It had
been, and still was, a sensation unsurpassed—
rare

and

momentous,

electrifying

and

forbidding, raw and irresistible. ―How many
times have you done this? Turned somebody I
mean.‖

This time, Kyan didn‘t appear surprised. He

looked flat out astonished. ―Never. Sasha,‖ Kyan
purred, drawing out the word in a way that
made Sasha‘s nipples erect, ―you‘re not getting
it. Before I met you, I hadn‘t met a single soul
that I could even fathom spending all of eternity

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with, forget actually make the offer to. What do
you think—this feeling comes along twice in a
lifetime?‖

It certainly hadn‘t for Sasha. Hell, he hadn‘t

even known such a feeling existed until he had
locked eyes with Kyan that first time. But could
he really believe his own ears? Was Kyan really
saying he felt the same and wanted Sasha just as
much? And for forever? ―But you don‘t know
me. Not really.‖

Kyan arched one fine eyebrow and smiled.
Sasha knew he was questioning the

statement, suggestively but silently referring to
the passionate night they‘d just spent. They had
touched and sucked and fucked each other with
an otherworldly kind of knowledge and
familiarity. Sasha felt the blood rush to his face.
And his cock. ―You know what I mean.‖

―You‘re missing the point. I don‘t need to

know your favorite color or your thoughts on
religion, politics or global warming. I don‘t care
who you knew or loved before me or why
you‘ve lived your life as you have. I only know
that your soul called to me and I had no choice
but to answer.‖

―So why didn‘t you just turn me last night?‖
―I wanted you to know the score. I couldn‘t

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do it without your awareness and approval. I
wouldn’t do it. Not to someone that I lo…‖

Sasha grinned, his heart pounding so hard in

his chest he could almost hear it. ―Someone that
you what?‖

To Sasha‘s amazement, Kyan blushed a tad as

he glanced down. Looking up, he gave him a
dazzling smile. ―Someone that I…want in my
life for a very, very long time.‖

Sasha nodded slowly. That much he

understood. He felt the exact same way. What
he didn‘t understand was why. None of this
made any sense. But maybe this kind of
feeling—the much rumored but seldom attained
L-word—had nothing to do with sense, common
or otherwise, and everything to do with
sensation.

And yet there was so much to take in. Sasha‘s

head hurt. He was thirsty, tired and faced with
the mother of all decisions. ―So what do we do
now?‖

―If you want me, we just hang. Then when

you‘re ready, I‘ll turn you.‖

Sasha impulsively leaned forward and taking

Kyan‘s face in his hands, kissed him long and
hard on the mouth. Wanting Kyan in any way
Sasha could get him was not the issue. Pulling

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back, he brushed a few errant strands from the
vampire‘s forehead. ―How will I know when I‘m
ready?‖

―You won‘t feel any fear.‖
Closing his eyes, Sasha searched his feelings.

He knew without a shadow of a doubt that,
more than anything, he wanted to be with
Kyan…for a moment, for a day, for a year, for
however much time they were granted. But he‘d
be lying to himself if he didn‘t admit he was also
scared, scared at leaving the life he knew for one
he couldn‘t even imagine. ―And if I do?‖

Kyan winked sexily. ―We wait until you

don‘t.‖

―But does that mean we can‘t…you know, be

together until then?‖

Kyan laughed, the sensuous sound further

stiffening Sasha‘s cock. ―You tell me. You
weren‘t turned last night and I think we got
along okay.‖

Got along okay? Fuck! They damn near blew

the roof of the penthouse with the sheer force of
their passion while soaking the sheets time and
time again with sweat and cum.

―Tell ya what,‖ Kyan began as he wrapped

his arms around Sasha and, drawing him into a
light embrace, playfully nipped his neck. ―Let‘s

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not make a decision tonight. In fact, let‘s not
even talk anymore about it for now. I want to be
alone with you. I want to fuck you real soft and
slow, then real hard and fast. And besides, you
could use some of my blood—‖

Sasha pulled back, startled. ―But I thought

you said I couldn‘t digest it?‖

―Not large quantities, no. But you need a little

to keep going until you either go full vampire or
revert to your fully human state. Either way,
you can take a bit here and there without any
harm.‖ His eyes glittered. ―As an FYI? It‘s
especially good if you drink while you‘re
coming. The combination of shooting and
sucking at the same time is out of this world.‖
His voice dropped seductively low. ―How ‗bout
we give it a try?‖

Sasha shivered hot and cold at the thought of

pumping his hard cock into Kyan‘s tight ass and
filling it with his steamy cum while the hot
coppery taste of his blood filled Sasha‘s mouth.
The mere image pushed him right to the edge.
Breathlessly, he glanced about the room. ―What?
Here?‖ Kyan‘s sexy chuckle raised Sasha‘s pulse.

―No. Let‘s go home.‖
Home.
Sasha liked the sound of that. Only problem

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was they were a long ways off from Kyan‘s posh
penthouse and Sasha was now absolutely dying
to fuck Kyan. His cock was so rigid it practically
extended in a straight line out from his body, a
thick blue vein winding up its shaft, the smooth
crimson cap of its head glistening with pre-cum.

After eyeing Sasha‘s enormous erection

appreciatively, Kyan led him over to the
balcony, reaching down to collect Sasha‘s
scattered clothes from the floor as they went.
Kyan pulled back the sliding door and they
stepped out onto the cool cement.

Sasha turned to him. ―What are we doing?‖
With a devilish grin, Kyan pulled Sasha, and

his belongings, in tight to his body. ―Taking a
short cut.‖

Seconds later, a surge of energy lifted them

out over the railing and up into the black of
night. Sasha gasped and wrapped his arms
around Kyan‘s broad back, staring in
astonishment as the city sped far below their
feet. The night air was cool on Sasha‘s skin, the
view

unparalleled,

the

sensation

of

weightlessness freeing his spirit.

―This is amazing,‖ he whispered, his lips

brushing against Kyan‘s ear as he peered over
his shoulder.

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Kyan‘s voice caressed him as surely as the

wind. ―Bet I can make it even more amazing.‖

Holding Sasha effortlessly with one arm,

Kyan let one hand drift lazily down to clamp
snugly around Sasha‘s stiff cock. Without
hesitation, he began a hard, relentless stroking
that skillfully worked Sasha‘s shaft from its base
up to its head, making him ready to unload
within mere seconds. When Sasha started
panting, Kyan shifted from stroking his cock to
pumping it vigorously, working to milk the cum
from the taut tool in his hand.

And it worked.
Tensing, Sasha cried out as he released a

mammoth load of cum onto Kyan‘s shirt front,
spraying the dark fabric with white. Endlessly
he convulsed, his semen spilling, trickling
through Kyan‘s fingers, high above the clouds,
as the sensational contractions wracked his body
and blew his mind. When at last they subsided,
Sasha sagged, spent, against Kyan‘s chest.

Wiping his hand clean on his pants, Kyan

touched Sasha‘s hair and kissed his damp
forehead. Sasha‘s eyes were closed and his
breathing was starting to slow into that of sleep.

But he smiled as Kyan whispered in his ear,

―Now that’s what I call a shooting star.‖

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About the Author


A former operative for the CIA, romance and
erotica author Brigit Zahara previously released
her passion for excitement and adventure via
her work, spending a great deal of time
traveling throughout the United States and
Europe, with lengthy spells in New York, Los
Angeles, Louisiana, Venice, London, Florence
and Malta.

After taking an early retirement, Brigit then

looked to her hobby of writing romantic
suspense as a means of indulging her need for
pulse-pounding action. From there, her
preference very quickly turned to erotica. Her
literary specialties in the genre are paranormal
(vampires,

mermen,

werewolves)

and

contemporary love stories including more than a
few breathtaking threesomes.

Today, Brigit lives in a seaside villa in

Majorca, spending the steamy days penning
even steamier stories and the cool, ocean breeze-
kissed evenings researching love scenes with
Louis, her heart's destiny and husband of ten
years.


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