Thrall to a Vampire by Charlotte Mistry
(Vampire Gangsters #3)

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When Vasco Ibarra wakes up in Jacob's bed, he has little clue as to what happened- except for the two holes in his neck. But the longer he spends in Jacob's presence, the more he's compelled to get down on his knees and worship him. Vasco doesn't know how long he can resist it- or if he even wants to.

Warning: This 4700 word erotic short story contains vampires, mind control, and explicit oral sex.

This story is also available as part of the Vampire Gangsters Complete Bundle.

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"I think I might have fucked up," he says, but doesn't elaborate. Jacob stands and helps you to your feet. As you stand there, your hand clasped in his, you wonder what the hell you're going to do. The world seems absurdly turned on its axis with what you know now. The smart thing to do would be to grab some clothes and book it as fast as your legs will take you.

Like he can read your mind, he kisses you. Your eyes widen in surprise and you go to push him away but by the time your hands reach his chest your mind's gone blank; that absolute devotion, that love, slams into you like a collapsing building and it's about three seconds before you're kissing back.

Your hands are fisted in his shirt, fingers wrapped around his suspenders, and you moan into Jacob's mouth. His hand cups the back of your head and you can feel your damp hair sticking to the back of your neck. You shiver at the feel of his tongue tracing over your teeth.

His skin is cool but not cold. He smells of clean skin and cologne and the faint, rusty-sweet tang of old blood. It makes you weak at the knees, or maybe that's just your own blood loss- but you half-slump against him and he holds you up like it's nothing. You groan.

You can feel his other hand move to cup your ass, and you're suddenly, painfully hard. You don't know where any of this is coming from and you don't even care; you grind up against Jacob's body like it's the last thing you'll ever do.

Jacob hisses between his teeth at that. His mouth leaves yours to lay a series of bites down your neck- but these are play bites, and they don't come close to breaking the skin. You don't know that you'd care if they did. There's something about Jacob like a force pushing itself into your mind, something that drowns you in touch and smell and taste and need.

About Charlotte Mistry

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Published March 20, 2012 17 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian. Fiction

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