With the memories of his first hunt still fresh in his mind, Tyler finds it hard to think of anything else. But this all changes when Julian, the vampire he hunted appears in his bedroom! Julian knows more than he lets on, and can't forget being hunted either. For the sake of the truth behind his family's slaughter, Tyler offers to pay with his body. The question now is: Will...
With the memories of his first hunt still fresh in his mind, Tyler finds it hard to think of anything else. But this all changes when Julian, the vampire he hunted appears in his bedroom! Julian knows more than he lets on, and can't forget being hunted either. For the sake of the truth behind his family's slaughter, Tyler offers to pay with his body. The question now is: Will Julian accept?
The 4th story in the Howling Moon series, the is the sequel to Hunting with the Pack and prequel to Disciplined by the Alpha.
[WARNING: This 3500 word sizzling paranormal erotic story contains explicit gay sex, anal sex, werewolf-vampire sex, sex with partially transformed body parts and much more! Adults only!]
My lethargic feet carried me down the corridor towards my bedroom at the end. Releasing the weight of my book bag off my shoulder, I swung it around me, preparing to toss it onto the bed.
Except that I couldn't do my usual routine and let my book bag fly onto my pile of pillows.
"Why are you here?" I questioned tersely. My voice grew deeper and deeper as I quickly let my bloodlust take control of me. Fur began sprouting on my skin, my skull started changing shape and my fangs were starting to grow.
Right in front of me, violating the sanctity of my bed was the vampire. Not just any vampire, but the pretty boy vampire, the victim of my first hunt. The sight of him brought back wonderful memories that quickly flooded my mind.
And now there he was, sitting right there, as if inviting me to hunt him again. I licked my fangs, wondering how awesome a second time with this vampire would be.
"Wait!" the pretty boy called out, raising his hands in defense.
"I'm not here to harm you," he continued, cowering under his arms.
Regaining my rational mind, the fur receded back into my skin as I became more and more human by the second.
"What do you want?" I asked, finally a human again.
"You dropped this when we last met," the vampire replied, throwing something at me.
I caught it instinctively without even realizing what it was. There, laying the palm of my hand was an amulet, my brother, Gabriel's amulet. I only remember seeing it a few times in my life, and the last time I saw it was many years ago, the night everything changed.
"Where'd you get this?" I asked curiously, "I didn't drop such a thing when we last met."
"But you must have! I only realized it was on me when I escaped!" the vampire protested.
I had half a mind to transform now and tear him apart. But a little voice in my head told me that there might be a grain of truth to his words. After all, there was no reason to lie about this.
If Gabriel's amulet was indeed there on the night of my first hunt, Perhaps, someone in my pack knew of his whereabouts!
The vampire in front of me wasn't a creature to be abhorred and hated. He was a companion and a valuable aide! Maybe I still have not forgiven their kind for the wrong they wrought upon me. But I can't have only one specific vampire bear the burden of my hatred, especially for such a manly and handsome vampire.
"Well, I suppose you have helped me after all. So, um, thanks," I concluded weakly.
How could I not have noticed until now that he was wearing such a seductive looking black leather outfit! Given half a chance I would tear it off and show him the ways of werewolf love in a heartbeat. I felt a stirring in my loins as wild fantasies clouded my mind in his presence.
Professor Wolfenstein mentioned during one of our little supernatural research sessions that vampires were extremely sensitive to their surroundings, some purporting that they were even able to read minds. I wasn't so sure about how conclusive such theories might have been. But the look in the vampire's eyes clearly told me that he wanted the same thing.
"Since you've helped me…" I wondered, letting my voice trail off.
"You're thinking of how to repay me, aren't you?" the vampire finished my sentence, his eyes fixated on the raging bulge in my jeans.
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