Page 31 of Bitten

A call in the night…

“My love, you haven’t fed tonight.”

Ralnur turned into the man’s arms, one pulsing vein in his neck calling out. He crawled closer, filling his nose with his lover’s scent. “I’m famished,” he whispered before sliding his tongue along that throbbing vein. Moving his hand, he found that wasn’t the only thing hard and throbbing with life. A smile crossed his lips, a veil of sensual bliss covering him as soft as his lover’s embrace.

“I want you to take me,” Ralnur whispered huskily as he lifted his stare.

His male was so handsome. His hair was short and spiky, the color of autumn wheat. His eyes were dark—as dark as the gem hanging from a chain around his neck. A smile crossed the man’s lips, and all Ralnur could think about was pressing his own against the firmness and tasting more of those drugging kisses they produced.

Kisses… that led to licks, nibbles, and more.

A smile crossed his lips, thinking of being claimed again. He could already feel the man’s body writhing against his own. “I want you inside me as I feed.”

“Your wish is my command,” the man’s voice came, drifting over him like a heated caress. Heat soaked into his body, making him grow even harder.

He wanted with a fierceness he’d never experienced. A moan came from his lips as he sensually stretched in the man’s arms.

When he looked down at his body again, his clothing was gone… both their clothing was gone. His lover’s hard cock pressed against his, the delicious friction bringing a hiss from his lips.

His lover slid into him from behind, driving deep. Ralnur cried, his body full and needing more. A sigh slipped from his lips as a wrist was brought to his mouth. Hunger—for blood and body—consumed him. As his fangs pierced the warm flesh, his lover slipped out and drove back in hard, making Ralnur cry out, never removing his mouth from the precious blood draining down his throat.

On his lover drove him and his lusts, feeding two needs at once.

A dark shadow appeared at the other side, another set of hands touching him. Ralnur couldn’t see the man’s face—but sensed no fear or panic at his presence. His shadow lover lowered and began to trail kisses down his body, slowly heading for Ralnur’s hard cock.

When he felt a swirl of a tongue along the head, he wanted to scream with desire. That wicked mouth moved over him, driving his needs ever higher. Ralnur felt the coming orgasm blossom low in his gut. It slammed into him quickly. As he ripped his mouth away to scream in bliss…

His eyes popped open.

“Kane,” he cried into his pillow, coming into the sheets and his own hand.

After he milked his body, he lay shaking in the hospital bed.

Alone.

“Everything alright in here?”

Shame filled Ralnur as he looked over a shoulder at one of the police officers who’d been guarding his room.

He drew in a quick breath. “Nightmare. I’m fine.”

The police officer frowned and gazed about the room in disbelief before finally turning away and walking back outside to serve as sentry.

Ralnur’s eyes closed.

Kane.

Why had he spoken that name as he’d come? He searched his memory, unsure if he’d ever met a man by that name. Nothing came to him, which only added to the frustration his dreams caused. Each day they grew harder to ignore… and as he found strength from the blood the healers were forcing into his veins, the dreams took root even deeper in his soul.

And now he had another.

A shadow man.

Who was he?

Ralnur sat up in the bed a bit more and cleaned himself off. Already sated and his body was already growing heated again, ready for his dream men.

Men that don’t exist.

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