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Skye could just make out dark smears of blood on his neck. His hands were bound above his head. And he was naked from what Skye could see.
"Sit down, Templeton. I'll be with you when I'm finished."
"I can come back."
"No. I said sit down. Maybe you'll get a taste for what you've already refused."
The flash of white teeth, a snarl of fangs lit the darkness. Red eyes glowing and then he turned to look down at Velvet.
"Are you here against your will, Velvet? Do I force you to my bed, to allow me to feed?"
"No, Cap'n," Velvet managed to answer, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow.
Skye saw him surge up against Donté. Donté lowered his head to lick across the sailor's open lips, then thrust his tongue inside his mouth. Velvet
moaned again.
Skye felt his cock engorge, crushed painfully against the front of his own britches. The sight of Donté and Velvet made him want to join them on
the bed, to taste both of them. But more than anything else he wanted to fuck the vampire captain. To make him yield to Skye in a way he was
certain he'd never submitted to another human member of his crew. To impress upon the captain more fully that Skye Templeton was not like the
other men on this ship.
And so he held himself steady. He knew Donté taunted him. Wanted to break him. And he wasn't going to let that happen. He wanted the vampire
captain, but on his terms.
Donté broke the kiss and then leaned down to suck a dark nipple into his mouth, tugging at the dusky flesh. Velvet arched up and Skye saw pure
ecstasy cross his face. Donté's cheeks hollowed and Skye knew Donté fed upon the blood of his bound lover.
He wanted to say he felt disgust at the obvious feeding, but he could not. His own nipples screwed tightly with the desire to feel the vampire's
teeth puncture his flesh. A sharp, directed phantom pain shot through the point of his nipple as his hunger for the vampire grew.
He watched as Donté flexed his hips, fucking the sailor as he fed from him. Slow and easy. The smell of heat and sex and blood threaded
throughout the room, burrowing inside Skye.
In all the couplings he'd witnessed since arriving on the ship, this one sent him careening closest to the edge of his control.
Donté eased his fangs from Velvet's chest. Licked across the puncture marks. His hips never stopped moving as he continued to fuck the man
beneath him. He looked at Skye.
"It could be you beneath me now. It could be your blood singing through my veins." He cupped Velvet's face and kissed him again. A deep,
passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.
"I've told you, you will not have my blood. I will not take the scars of your vampire hunger."
Donté's thrusts grew more pronounced. He watched Skye as he plunged into Velvet. "The men of my crew know their place."
"I am not one of your crew."
Donté surged into Velvet, a hand wrapped possessively around his cock and then Velvet was crying out with his climax.
"I can smell your lust, Templeton. Strip and join us. Let me show you how good it can be with a vampire."
"I will not be brought beneath your spell, Captain." He rose to his feet and stared at the vampire. "But why don't you come to me and I can show
you how it feels to submit? Because I think that's what you really want. To submit to me."
It was a brash statement, one guaranteed to get a rise out of the vampire. Skye saw Donté's eyes flash red in the darkness. He heard a growl and
had to wonder if his life was about to forfeit. Had he gone too far?
Chapter 7
Donté slipped from the bed and re-buttoned his britches. His white linen shirt was spotted with Velvet's blood, but he paid it no mind. He
unfastened the cuffs binding Velvet to the bed. The man was only partially conscious.
He inspected the sailor, looking for signs of any undue distress. The man seemed oblivious to anyone else in the room. He would deal with Skye
Templeton only after he was certain Velvet was attended to properly.
Donté cared for all of his crew, each and every one important to him, each in his own way. His glance met Skye's look of curiosity--and challenge.
Donté poured out a glass of wine and then returned to the bed. He lifted Velvet's head so he could drink some of the wine.
After a moment he placed a hand over Velvet's eyes and placed a command into his mind. "Sleep, Velvet. Sleep until I awaken you." The vampiric [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]