man.
A thousand years ago the undead had invaded the lions’
ancestral caves in the Balkan Mountains and the sons of bitches had contaminated
the cats with their vile blood curse. Unfortunately the lions carried the
thirst across continents to a multitude of animals. He used to lead the Reign.
Stripped of his status, he didn’t give a shit anymore. His downfall came from spending
too much time in women. Literally. He pined away even now, his cock
throbbing in anticipation of the wet pleasure found between a willing set of
shapely legs. Furry or not, he’d change to suit the situation.
Leading the warriors hadn’t been his idea anyway. He’d
assumed the position to stay near the prince.
“So you wanted to stay near your blood source. Big fucking
deal. You’ve had the benefit of the strongest blood of our kind and you’ve
piddled it away fucking around. I love you, man but it’s time to grow up.” Case
leveled somber green eyes in his direction. “Are you that worried about
traveling to meet the prince?”
Zeroing in on Case, Alek hissed. “Stay the hell out of my
head. You want to know something, ask.” He could have motioned to the waitress
for a drink but what the hell, there were some vamp powers worth embracing. He
pulled a glass of alcohol out of thin air and took a big gulp. “Don’t ever
restrain me again.”
“Don’t act like an asshole and it won’t be necessary.”
Setting his drink down, Alek sighed heavily and settled back
into the chair. “No, I’m not worried about the royal family. Hell, his wife is
half-human and will always do crazy shit.” Air whistled through his lips. “You
don’t know what it’s like.”
“I know what a vamp’s lust feels like. I enjoy it and so
should you. It’s part of what we are.”
“Male cats don’t go panting after each other. It’s-it’s not
normal.”
Case laughed so loudly a few of the club’s patrons turned to
stare. “We aren’t normal in any sense of the word.”
The addiction to the prince’s blood pulled at Alek,
shattered his control again and again. It pushed him into the arms of any
available woman just so he could prove his manhood. The weakness would never
allow him to take a mate. He was unwilling to divulge his dark secret—his
desire to take a man, namely the prince. Have him in every way.
Alek had seen mated male cats take sustenance often. They
always went for men and then they’d go home to feed their mates. How did they
deal with it, fight the carnal urges that damn near drew him over the edge?
What made him different? This wasn’t part of the beast’s nature. His craving
came from his blood-lusting relatives. Goddamn vampyres .
“On that thought, I need to feed my mate. Let me say this.
Tres understands my sexual urges and accepts them. You’ll find the right mate
one day and she’ll accept all that you are, Alek.”
“I’d never let her know.”
“Then you’ll never have happiness. If that’s how you choose
to live, so be it. I’ve done all I can.” His friend sniffed loudly, wrinkling
his nose. “And you do smell like a lion today. You need a bath, my friend.”
“Fuck you.”
Case left him sitting where he’d found him—alone in a
corner.
He decided to leave tomorrow to itself. Tonight, he wanted
to relax. The prince was off somewhere chasing his mate but he’d fed Alek well
before he left.
His cock was full and he’d bed the first female who showed
up ready, willing and able.
Alek sniffed the air while his eyes roamed the room in
search of a candidate to take to one of the back rooms of the voyeur club. A
few couples languished in softly lit booths while jazz quietly wafted from
hidden speakers. He wondered which of them would end up in one of the many
two-way mirrored rooms tonight watching others being pleasured and giving
pleasure.
A familiar scent filled his nostrils.
Law and Dace were here. He’d been told to expect them.
They’d all been summoned to join the prince in his
A thousand years ago the undead had invaded the lions’
ancestral caves in the Balkan Mountains and the sons of bitches had contaminated
the cats with their vile blood curse. Unfortunately the lions carried the
thirst across continents to a multitude of animals. He used to lead the Reign.
Stripped of his status, he didn’t give a shit anymore. His downfall came from spending
too much time in women. Literally. He pined away even now, his cock
throbbing in anticipation of the wet pleasure found between a willing set of
shapely legs. Furry or not, he’d change to suit the situation.
Leading the warriors hadn’t been his idea anyway. He’d
assumed the position to stay near the prince.
“So you wanted to stay near your blood source. Big fucking
deal. You’ve had the benefit of the strongest blood of our kind and you’ve
piddled it away fucking around. I love you, man but it’s time to grow up.” Case
leveled somber green eyes in his direction. “Are you that worried about
traveling to meet the prince?”
Zeroing in on Case, Alek hissed. “Stay the hell out of my
head. You want to know something, ask.” He could have motioned to the waitress
for a drink but what the hell, there were some vamp powers worth embracing. He
pulled a glass of alcohol out of thin air and took a big gulp. “Don’t ever
restrain me again.”
“Don’t act like an asshole and it won’t be necessary.”
Setting his drink down, Alek sighed heavily and settled back
into the chair. “No, I’m not worried about the royal family. Hell, his wife is
half-human and will always do crazy shit.” Air whistled through his lips. “You
don’t know what it’s like.”
“I know what a vamp’s lust feels like. I enjoy it and so
should you. It’s part of what we are.”
“Male cats don’t go panting after each other. It’s-it’s not
normal.”
Case laughed so loudly a few of the club’s patrons turned to
stare. “We aren’t normal in any sense of the word.”
The addiction to the prince’s blood pulled at Alek,
shattered his control again and again. It pushed him into the arms of any
available woman just so he could prove his manhood. The weakness would never
allow him to take a mate. He was unwilling to divulge his dark secret—his
desire to take a man, namely the prince. Have him in every way.
Alek had seen mated male cats take sustenance often. They
always went for men and then they’d go home to feed their mates. How did they
deal with it, fight the carnal urges that damn near drew him over the edge?
What made him different? This wasn’t part of the beast’s nature. His craving
came from his blood-lusting relatives. Goddamn vampyres .
“On that thought, I need to feed my mate. Let me say this.
Tres understands my sexual urges and accepts them. You’ll find the right mate
one day and she’ll accept all that you are, Alek.”
“I’d never let her know.”
“Then you’ll never have happiness. If that’s how you choose
to live, so be it. I’ve done all I can.” His friend sniffed loudly, wrinkling
his nose. “And you do smell like a lion today. You need a bath, my friend.”
“Fuck you.”
Case left him sitting where he’d found him—alone in a
corner.
He decided to leave tomorrow to itself. Tonight, he wanted
to relax. The prince was off somewhere chasing his mate but he’d fed Alek well
before he left.
His cock was full and he’d bed the first female who showed
up ready, willing and able.
Alek sniffed the air while his eyes roamed the room in
search of a candidate to take to one of the back rooms of the voyeur club. A
few couples languished in softly lit booths while jazz quietly wafted from
hidden speakers. He wondered which of them would end up in one of the many
two-way mirrored rooms tonight watching others being pleasured and giving
pleasure.
A familiar scent filled his nostrils.
Law and Dace were here. He’d been told to expect them.
They’d all been summoned to join the prince in his
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