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Rafe wanted more—a blood bond, with his blood slave Adam. However Adam wasn’t willing to join the vampire world so he left Rafe and the vampire world behind.
Now Adam is back in town for the holidays. They can rekindle their romance in the fetish club, The Catacombs, where Adam is known as Iron Man because of his steel hardware. But what happens after a week of wild, aggressive, kinky-as-hell sex?
When it’s time to return to the real world, Adam is torn. Rafe is more than a vampire, more than his lover. He’s his partner. Adam isn’t sure he can give up his humanity, even for the man he loves. He has to decide—a vampire blood bond or his lonely human life without Rafe.
Note: Two sexy men in a fetish club can get into a lot of kinky situations, so be prepared for anything, including all-male, multiple-partner bondage sex and orgies in very public places.
and now for a little taste of Rafe and Adam...
The neighbors had really outdone themselves this Christmas.
Colorful lights dripped from the house. The shrubs twinkled under the blanket
of white and the porch pillars were wrapped to look like candy canes. Rafe
hadn’t put up a single holiday decoration. He no longer considered himself
religious—not for three years. Not since becoming vampire.
With a groan, he leaned into the cushions. He was twenty-six
years old and a seasoned firefighter of five years. This week off work was
going to be hell. Shit, his life was hell. He wasn’t taking time off by choice.
His captain had insisted that he needed to mourn. He worked the graveyard shift
at the station. And while he trusted the humans he worked with in harried
situations such as an out-of-control inferno, he didn’t trust them enough to
bring any of them into his personal life. He hadn’t trusted anyone since Adam.
And that relationship hadn’t worked out as he’d hoped.
Adam had been more than a blood slave to sate his hunger. At
least, Rafe had wanted more. Without forging a blood bond, he and Adam couldn’t
have eternity. For that Adam had to become vampire, had to exchange blood with
Rafe. They would not only bind their lives, they would share thoughts and live
as one.
“Love,” he said into the empty room. Love hurt like hell. Rafe
had pushed, obviously asking for more than Adam had been willing to give. Then
he’d pushed Adam out of his life altogether because Rafe hadn’t been willing to
settle for less than forever.
Now, instead of the sweet taste of Adam’s blood floating over
his tongue and warming his body, he fed from slaves at The Catacombs. Men who
served the sect, served vampires. Men who weren’t like Adam. Adam hadn’t fed
any vampire except Rafe. They hadn’t just been symbiotic. They’d been partners.
Rafe drove the maudlin thoughts from his mind and considered
his current situation. Tonight he’d rather not be home. He’d rather be hanging
out at the fire station or on a call. He didn’t wish harm to anyone, especially
this time of year, but nothing cleared the mind like focusing on something
else. Fires were dangerous, explosive and unpredictable. Exactly the way he
felt.
At some point, he’d need to think about feeding. Right now, he
just couldn’t summon the strength to move. The silence was deafening.
Rafe started at a knock on the door. The hour had grown late.
He couldn’t think of anyone who would bother him tonight—not after the funeral.
At this hour, his friends would be at The Catacombs.
With a heavy sigh, he stood, strode over to the door and pulled
it open.
“Hi, Rafe, I heard you had a bad day.”
His gut clenched. Emotion choked his throat. Adam Cross was the
last person he expected to see at his front door. “You could say it’s been a
bad year.” And it hadn’t improved when this man walked away.
“May I come in?”
Rafe stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. He
swallowed hard at the sight of his ex. Today had already left him drained. He
wasn’t sure he wanted to handle a conversation with Adam. But he stepped aside
anyway. “Sure. Can’t say I’m very good company.”
Adam dusted snowflakes from his rakishly tousled hair and
hunched his shoulders as he crossed the threshold. “I used to be able to cheer
you up.” He faced Rafe. Heavy silence hung between them. His full lips pulled
into a somber line and were slightly reddened from the cold. “It’s been a
while. I had to see you, although I wish the circumstance were better.”
Memories of them together still stung. The breakup hadn’t been
bitter or angry. Adam had the opportunity to take a position in Washington, DC,
consulting for the government. Prestigious, lucrative and a once-in-a-lifetime
chance to excel in his field. All excuses. Adam had left to get away from Rafe.
He’d made his choice.
Adam’s skin warmed. Rafe flared his nostrils, drawing in more of
the coppery-sweet aroma of the thick blood flowing through Adam. His cock
stirred. Time hadn’t lessoned his appetite for this man. His acute hunger
intensified and bordered on painful. As much as he needed to feed and wanted to
fuck, now wasn’t the time to ravage his former lover. Emotions still ran too
deep and Rafe still wanted more than Adam’s blood. He still wanted more than
Adam was willing to give.
A super easy treat for movie night, neighbor gifts or just munching on when you want something sweet and a little salty.
Pop the corn, pour into a large bowl.
I know I've shared this one with you before, but it's the easiest cookie recipe it deserves a repeat.
Place chocolate covered cracker on wax paper.
Merry Christmas and welcome to the Joys of the Seasons Blog
Hop. Today I thought I’d share a little holiday trivia with you.
Did you know ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’ was a poem we
almost never read. Clement Clarke Moore wrote the poem for his family in 1922,
but thought it too beneath his talents for publication. Even after a close
family friend submitted it to the Sentinel newspaper and it was published anonymously,
Moore denied penning the hugely popular story. But after fifteen years, his
children finally convinced him to claim the beloved poem.
Finally, you know Dancer and Prancer, Comet…you know the
song. But did you know Rudolph started out at as a commercial promotion for
Montgomery Ward in 1939. Children visiting the store to see Santa were given a
booklet about Rudolph. However, Rudolph didn’t become a superstar until his
story was set to music.
