Rafael, a gorgeous and promiscuous bottom boy, has always been the favorite of every top in his town. However, Rafael knows he won’t be young forever, and a part of him wants more than just night after night of giving up his rump to an endless array of men. Worse, a psychic predicted that if Rafael didn’t find love by the time he turned twenty-eight, he would never have anything more than meaningless sex. When the eve of his twenty-eighth birthday arrives, Cavan, a mysterious and handsome stranger, strips Rafael naked at a popular club and abducts him. Cavan is the most dominant and talented top Rafael has ever experienced, but he even has more to offer. Cavan is a vampire, and he desires to make Rafael his eternal bottom slave. Cavan has the power to keep Rafael young, beautiful, and healthy forever, but he requires the one thing Rafael has never been capable of: monogamy. Will Cavan’s unstoppable lust and unceasing love make Rafael give up what he craves most for one man?

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m sex, gangbang, and public sex.

Word Count: 17,930

"I…enjoyed the author’s take on the vampire legends..(t)he author has put his own spin on the vampire legend making this an interesting and fun story to read…I found this novella…to be wonderfully entertaining…As for the sex, of which there is a lot, it’s hot hot hot…Looking for a well-written story featuring a sexy vampire and his chosen companion? A story with hot erotic sex scenes? A story of a young man discovering that there’s more to life than just being the most popular guy at the club, that maybe he can find love and happiness with just one man? If you are, then I recommend you read this story. It’s fun, sexy and entertaining. Perfect for a lazy afternoon or a late night reading. Enjoy!"

Lily, Rainbow Reviews 4/5 Stars

  "I loved every dark and delicious word… This one goes on the digital keeper shelf."

Seriously Reviewed, 18/20 SCORE

EXCERPT:

Cavan opened my door and ushered me inside in front of him. Do I scream for help? Do I call the police?

“Don’t be frightened,” he said. “I won’t hurt you. With one exception. Your ass will be incredibly sore when I’m done.” With a flick of a finger he tore off my jockstrap. My fear was certainly tempered by his good looks. It was impossible not to want him.

“Look,” I said, backing away, “I’d be happy to let you fuck me to your heart’s content, but you need to drop the ownership idea.”

He looked me in the eyes. “Get on your bed,” he said. Without turning around, I walked backwards into my bedroom and fell onto my mattress.

“Lift your legs and offer yourself to me.”

Before I could even take my boots off I found my thighs lifting and parting without my permission. “No,” I said, forcing them down.

“Good, your mind is strong enough to ward off hypnosis,” said Cavan. “I want you to make this decision under your own free will, but don’t think it doesn’t bother me that you give yourself willingly to everyone but me. It will be rougher because of that.”

My dick stiffened. He stripped quickly and stood above me naked. He was the type I most wanted to dominate me. He was over six feet, thick and burly, and he appeared to be about thirty-five. I loved all men, but my favorites were the ones that were taller than me, bigger than me, and older than me. Actually, I preferred men a little older than thirty-five.

Instantly, he seemed to age five years, slight gray appearing at his temples.

“Oh my God, what just happened?” I said. “I’m going crazy.”

“What else can I do for you?” he asked, massaging my dick in one hand and gently fondling my hole with the other.

“Let me...Let me get lube and condoms,” I whimpered. I scooted back on my bed so I could reach my night table and retrieved what I needed. I looked closely at his dick for the first time. I swooned. It was by far the largest I had ever seen, and considering my history, that was really saying something.

“You’re worried that you can’t take my cock, aren’t you?” he said. “Don’t worry, almost a thousand men have had your ass before, and you pleased every one of them immensely.”

“How can you possibly know that!” I said.

“Hush.” Cavan pressed a finger to my lips.

He took the lube from me and gruffly swabbed my hole. His fingers probed inside. First one, then two, then three. They slid in, finding my prostate. I moaned loudly.

“Please fuck me,” I said, lifting my legs. I couldn’t believe I said that. I never had to beg. Cavan pulled me forward until my rear was on the edge of the bed.

“Have you ever wondered why everyone always marvels at how tight you are?” Cavan asked, lining his dick up with my asshole. I waited for him to put his hand to his cock so he could press inside, but he plunged in hands-free. Nearly no one had ever done that. “If I have my way, you’ll never be that tight again,” he said.

I yelped in surprise and then gasped for air. I pressed against his thighs with my hands, trying to push away from his invading dick.

“You like it to start rough,” he said. He drove deeply in and out, but mercifully slowly. Still, the shock of each thrust blasted up my spine. My entire body shook. I reached over, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed a corner of it in my mouth to keep from screaming.

He increased his pace. His hands were on his hips. His eyes were closed, a dreamy expression on his face. “Yesss,” he hissed. “I’ve wanted this ass for so long, and now I have it.”