Page 2 of The Blood Deliverance

Fane was certain there was a sorcerer in the mix somewhere. Humans privy to the presence of the supernatural often ended up using a magic maker to boost their presence and clout. He finished his drink and returned to the bar for another and noticed the fragrance of orchids had magnified. Looking around he saw a new bartender had taken over.

The people close by commented on the fact this bartender or mixologist was beyond compare so Fane was eager to see his performance. The second that the man turned around and began tossing and mixing integrating acrobatics into the piece Fane knew who the draw was for this place.

He didn’t perform for every order like the last guy giving everyone a small, repeated performance no, he only did the complicated drinks, and he did them with a flare and enthusiasm that was hypnotic. Fane was still certain that a spell was involved but the bartender, the handsome and haunted man with the gorgeous body and gentle eyes was a big reason the place was doing well.

Fane ordered an expensive, elaborate drink in order to bring the man nearer to him. He introduced himself as James but as soon as their eyes locked the young man stuttered as ifforgetting the next part of his spiel. He then stopped dropped his head and took a deep breath.

“Sorry about that he said and began his routine once again, but Fane noticed that he did not look him in the eyes again. James kept focus on Fane’s hand that was on the bar.

"No problem." Fane drawled out the two words, and James took another deep breath and went back to tossing and twirling the bottles. It wasn’t as difficult or involved as the previous routine, and Fane assumed it was because the man was feeling the same emotional excitement that he was feeling.

When he finished, and James was sliding his drink over to him, Fane ran his tongue along his lips in a tantalizing manner, and James followed the movement transfixed. Fane did it again and reached out, placing his fingertips against the back of James's hand. "When do you break?" Fane asked, and a trembling James locked eyes once again and answered.

“Thirty minutes. Meet me in the hall beyond the restrooms.” He then quickly turned and continued his bit dancing and mixing for another customer. Fane felt a strange surge of jealousy run through him at the thought of James turning away from him in order to take care of someone else. It was all he could do to control his budding anger, which was completely out of place, and he stepped away from the bar.

James was the source of the orchids and coupled with his emotional surge and senseless anger, he was pretty sure James was his beloved. The feelings rushing through him made no sense and he could not quell them. He took a seat and finished his drink a combination of citrus, whiskey and cream that was really quite abhorrent and waited.

He kept watch on the jackals by the door and the one by the stairs in back and on the fox. The small fox raced aroundthat place clearing messes and gathering dirty glasses at a pace that was beyond most humans, but no one seemed to notice. The focus was on the bar and the men performing there. This place was an odd mix of characters and energy.

CHAPTER TWO

James was trying to keep his mind on what he was doing but he almost tossed a bottle and a finished drink onto a customer before catching himself. It looked like an intended near miss, but it wasn’t it was almost a terrible mistake that could have gotten him sidelined for the rest of the evening. Washing dishes in the kitchen was not something he enjoyed doing.

He’d spilled a few drinks in the beginning because he was scared shitless being there, but one trip to the kitchen made you sharpen your skills fast. But he could not stop thinking about that tall, dark man. It was trite, but he was drop-dead gorgeous, and James was usually not that easily impressed. His eyes mesmerized and seduced and sent James' heart hammering, and his desire began burning in his core and had him sweating with anticipation. If he didn't get a taste of that man, he was going to explode.

Inviting him to the back hallway was presumptuous and something James never did. Others often took customers and coworkers to the back, but James had never felt the inclination until those eyes locked with his. He had to have that man. His life was precarious enough that he could very well die tomorrow,and he didn’t want to go without knowing what it felt like to be pressed to a body like that and to feel those lips and those hands upon him.

He still had another ten minutes, so James made a concerted effort to get through the next few drinks without issue. The man in question sat across from the bar at a table along the wall. James' gaze kept traveling in that direction, and when the stranger got up and started walking to the back, James felt his palms begin to sweat.

“Are you taking your break?” Andrew asked when he moved to James’ end of the bar.

“Yes, thanks.” He said and tossed his apron under the bar and took off not wanting anything to get in his way or try to stop him. He had the man of his dreams waiting for him in the dark and he wasn’t about disappoint. Several people tried to catch him up in conversation, but he had no time to chat, so he waved them off and ducked into the back looking as if he were going to use the restroom.

He no more than made it to the shadows of the back hallway when a firm grip took his wrist and jerked him into a dark corner. The man pressed him against the wall with his body so tall, broad and solid. It was his dream man James could smell the wonderful scent of his cologne. He smelled like chocolate chip cookies and where he got cologne like that was a mystery, but the scent was heavenly. James just wanted to eat him up.

"How long do you have?" The man asked, his voice a husky whisper against James' ear.

“Twenty minutes.” His words came out on anxious breath, and he felt rather than heard the soft groan of his partner.

“I want you so badly.” He said and then took James' lips in a hard, punishing kiss that sent tremors of sensation exploding through James' system. His hands were opening James’ pants and slipping inside to caress his tender, heated flesh. The touch was magical, and his cock was rock hard in an instant.

The kiss gradually ended as the man took James' pants and roughly tugged them and his briefs down to his thighs. The cool air touched his heated flesh, and he shivered. "I love how you smell, sweetheart, and I absolutely adore how you tremble at my touch.” Suddenly there were slippery fingers in his ass plunging and stretching, and then he was flipped with his face now pressed against the cool stone wall.

“Is this really happening.” He whispered to himself between ragged pants, unable to completely catch his breath. This dark stranger, whose name he did not know, was going to fuck him right here in the back hall, and he wanted it more than he wanted his next breath.

“I’m going to take you, sweetheart, hard and fast and dirty.” His tone was sexy as hell and sent a fresh wave of shivers up James’ spine. His ass was stretched, and thick fingers pounded inside him as he struggled to hold his bearings. Then the fingers disappeared, and James felt his cheeks being forced apart, and the sensation was nasty and erotic. A firm nudge at his hole told him that things were about to get real, and they did fast and hard, just as promised.

Fane was operating on pure instinct at the moment. This was his beloved, and the need to connect became a fire roaring through him. His beloved’s desire was at a level that equaled hisown, and he was ready to give him everything he wanted. Fane wasn’t going to deny himself or his beloved anything at all.

His lovely beloved had an ass that was firm and round and perfect, and it ate his cock down to the base in one thrust. He pulled James' hips back a step and lifted him up so that he stood on his toes, and the angle was just right for Fane to pound away at that lovely hot ass. He rammed inside over and over, knowing that his time was limited. Twenty minutes was not ideal, but he would take whatever he could get right now as long as he could be close to his beloved.

The feel of his beloved’s tight moist channel squeezing his sensitive cock sent him rushing to the edge. The feeling was sharp and explosive, and he couldn't hold on much longer. In one swift motion, he lifted his beloved off his feet by a couple of inches. He pulled his hips back, ramming their bodies together in an electrically charged climax that sent a wave of unadulterated passion and excitement racing to his heart and mind. The power of a beloved was unimaginable.

Fane stayed inside, pumping his release inside his little lover. Slowly, he set his beloved back on his feet and smoothed his lovely dark blonde hair to one side. He leaned over one shoulder, kissing the bare flesh between collar and neck before asking his name. He chuckled in a sleepy, sated fashion that made Fane’s heart skip with the amount of attraction he was feeling for this veritable stranger.

"James Whitlock." He stated in a harsh whisper.

“Fane Madden, and I am so pleased to meet you, James." Fane kissed him again and then slid out of his tight body and quickly tucked himself back in and zipped up.

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