Blurb:
One temperamental opera singer. One vampire bodyguard. Let the sparks and secrets fly.
Anthony wouldn’t let anything stand in his way.
His career as an operatic tenor was finally taking off, and he would be damned if he let some stalker keep him from his globe-hopping musical dreams. But he had made the mistake of telling his uncle about the threatening letters the creep had been leaving in his hotel room.
Now he was saddled with a muscle-bound bodyguard who was seriously cramping his love life, even if the guy did have a swoony accent and the perfect number of freckles. No matter what Anthony did, he couldn’t get rid of the stubborn redheaded Brit. Freddie just didn’t fit in with his glamorous life of encores and galas and schmoozing. And how did the man never sleep?
Freddie was there to do a job.
Or maybe a few. He had been content as head of security for the Hughes vampire coven in London. But now he’d been sent to America to keep his coven master’s nephew safe from the threat of a rival coven. He knew the rules. Anthony couldn’t find out about the existence of vampires, and he certainly couldn’t find out that Freddie was one. Plus, he had to manage Anthony’s demanding personality, and Freddie was painfully bad with people. And he absolutely one-hundred-percent had to keep himself from hooking up with the overbearing American.
When friction erupts into steamy passion, can Freddie and Anthony forge a relationship together? Or will Freddie’s secrets and the deadly vampires of the Azarian coven tear them apart?
Sexy Excerpt:
Freddie was the head of security for a vampire coven. Most of his job was hiding their existence and lying to humans. But it was wrong to lie to Anthony. He wasn’t sure why, but the certainty of it resounded like a bell deep within him.
“There are things I can’t say.” He forced the words out. “To keep you safe.”
Anthony’s hand wrapped around his waist. Freddie had not been this close to another person, human or vamp, in decades. He lived a solitary existence. It kept him alive and sane. He preferred it. Or so he had thought.
“I do feel safe with you.”
At Anthony’s words, warmth spread throughout Freddie’s body, a comforting heat, as if he had just fed. He looked down to see Anthony’s face buried in his arm. Anthony was so much smaller than Freddie. It stirred his need to protect. Anthony was a fragile human, but he had a fire in him that deserved to be safeguarded, to be nurtured. Add in the fact that he smelled so damn good, and Freddie was lost.
Anthony’s hand ran along the side of his torso, and all thoughts of his job melted away as his cock hardened.
They were at thirty-five thousand feet. Freddie had never cared to join the mile-high club, but Anthony stirred a level of desire in him he thought had faded long ago. He made Freddie feel almost human again.
Freddie looked around. The airplane lights were turned down low and the nearby passengers were mostly asleep. A few wore headphones, listening to a podcast or watching a movie. Freddie leaned down, putting his lips against Anthony’s ear.
“With you against me like this,” he whispered, letting his deep voice rumble in his chest, “I can’t help but imagine how you’d look naked.”
Anthony let out a sweet, soft moan. God, playing with him was delightful. Freddie stroked the back of his neck, the motion both energizing him and grounding him.
“Shh, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you. Better stay quiet.”
Anthony nodded, keeping his eyes closed and moving his head to Freddie’s chest. Freddie flicked his tongue against Anthony’s ear, and he squirmed as Freddie tightened his grip around him.
“I imagine you lying naked in front of me, your pretty cock so hard for me.”
Anthony managed to keep from moaning this time, but his fast intake of breath sent a jolt of desire down Freddie’s spine.
“So hard it hurts. I’m still in my suit, but you’re there, totally exposed, waiting for me. When I touch you, you tremble underneath me. I squeeze your cock and it’s too much to bear.”
Anthony’s arms tightened around him, and Freddie growled at the sign of his need.
“I’m so desperate to taste you. I spread you open and run my tongue along the rim of your hole.”
Freddie licked down Anthony’s neck as Anthony shivered and took in tiny gulps of air. He was trying to mute his reactions, but control was slipping away from him, and it delighted Freddie. Freddie could break him if he wanted to, and god, did he want to. Nothing would be hotter than having Anthony right at the edge.
“I make you suck my finger to get it nice and wet.” Freddie tapped his index finger against Anthony’s lips, and Anthony opened up. Freddie slipped the digit inside Anthony’s warm mouth. Anthony suckled him instinctually. Freddie could tell that his brain had gone offline. Only the desire to please remained.
“Good job, sweet. Then I push into your hole, first one finger, and then two. Once I’ve got the third in, I’ll know you’re ready for me.”
Anthony let out a quiet sob. Freddie licked a little circle on his neck, and Anthony’s breath quickened as he did so. Anthony’s skin was delicious, citrus and salt and sweat.
“I unzip my zipper, fully dressed and standing over your naked body, and I take out my cock. It’s hard and dripping for you.”
Anthony’s fingers clawed at Freddie’s side, full of desperate desire. Freddie chuckled. Anthony squirmed, hearing it.
“You have to be quiet,” Freddie whispered. “When I enter you, you can’t make a sound.”
Anthony nodded, his eyes still closed.
“I need to know you hear me, baby.”
“I…I’ll be quiet.” Anthony’s voice was barely even a whisper.
“Do you promise me?”
“I promise.” Anthony’s breath hitched, and a tremor shook him. Freddie thrilled at the effect he was having.
Freddie looked down at Anthony, at his angelic face and his pale, bare neck. He was perfect.
“When I push into you, you’ll be fuller than you ever have been in your entire life.”
Freddie checked the nearby rows one last time. Nobody was looking. He let his fangs drop.
It was dangerous to do this here, where someone might see. And it was dangerous because the demon was straining inside Freddie, wanting more, so much more, clamoring to claim Anthony. But Freddie knew he could never hurt him.
Gently, so gently, he bit into Anthony’s neck, barely puncturing the skin, not deep enough to reach a blood vessel. Anthony’s whole body spasmed. Freddie clamped his hand down on Anthony’s mouth, preventing his cry from escaping. Anthony trembled, and Freddie held him tight against himself.
The tremors slowed, subsiding into gentle twitches as the orgasm finished. Freddie removed his hand, stroking Anthony’s face.
“God, I think I just…” Anthony whispered.
Freddie hummed affirmatively. Anthony’s spent form rested against his chest and stomach. He was overwhelmed and floating in the afterglow. Freddie licked his thumb and rubbed it over the bite mark. The saliva would close up the shallow puncture wound, and in a few minutes, it would be nothing more than a fading red spot.
A single drop of blood had been left behind on Freddie’s thumb. He couldn’t help himself. He sucked it off his own skin.
The flavor of it exploded his senses, growing from an intense tingle on his tongue to a burst of electricity running through his whole body. His vision went white.
What was happening to him? Nothing had ever had that effect before. He’d heard of such a thing once, from a vampire who’d fed from his mate. Could that be what that was? Could Anthony be his?
Freddie squashed the conjecture. He was too old, too hidebound, too violent to have a mate. The universe would never give him such a gift.
“What did you do to me?” Anthony’s question came out in a broken whisper, forcing Freddie back into the real world. “That was…I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Freddie couldn’t speak. Instead, he stroked Anthony’s hair and luxuriated in the sensation of Anthony’s body pressed against him.
Eventually, Anthony fell asleep. Freddie sat there, listening to Anthony’s slow, even breathing, and already second-guessing himself. Anthony didn’t know he was a vampire. He was getting in too deep, and it was with the coven master’s nephew. With a human. This was going to hurt.
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