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Chapter One “Tyler, you got a minute?” Dante looked up from his computer. He somehow managed to keep a stunned expression off his face as his boss peeped around his door. Mr. Evans had only been senior editor for the last four months, and during that time he hadn’t said a word to him. Dante was surprised that he knew his name, let alone where his office was. “Uh, sure, boss, what’s up?” Dante tried to will his heartbeat to slow down as he watched Mr. Evans take the chair in front of his desk. So far this man had not made a good impression on him. He had fired a lot of good reporters for the smallest of infractions and replaced them with flunkies. This impromptu meeting was nerve wracking as well as confusing. His work was good. He used to be one of the well-known reporters at Rapid News until Mr. Evans came onboard. Slowly but surely he was assigned smaller and smaller assignments until he ended up doing his current job. Fluff pieces, the happy news. So what could have changed to have his boss darken his door? “Tyler, I know I haven’t said much to you since I’ve been here…” Much? Try nothing. “Outside of changing your assignments here and there,” Mr. Evans continued. Changing? I think shafting me is a better term. “But your work and flexibility has not gone un-noticed.” Dante swallowed and his eyes widened. “Sir?” “I know since I have been here I have done a lot of, umm, shall we say, re-vamping, and it has been a little tough on the remaining staff. Would you agree?” “Yes, sir, I would. Only Ryan and I remain from the old staff.” “Ryan? Oh, yes, Edwards. Well, I’m sure you’re wondering what brings me to your door.” Uh-oh, here it comes. Dante closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “As you know, I have hired a few new people and launched our paper onto the Net to bring in new readers.”
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Mr. Evans paused and Dante realized he was waiting for him to respond, so he nodded and Mr. Evans continued. “Well, the stats from the online paper indicate that your column gets the most hits in a day.” Dante’s eyes widened. “Say what?” Mr. Evans chuckled. “Yes, Tyler, it would seem that your lighter side of the news has a good fan base. I’d like to expand that fan base into the Chicago area, if possible.” Dante fought to push his shock to the side and understand what his boss was talking about. “How are we going to do that, sir?” “Well, with this little town being just over the bridge from Chicago, my thought was to expand your ‘What’s Happening Around Town’ section to include what’s happening in Chicago as well. Perhaps adding ‘and The Surrounding Areas’ to your title. What do you think?” “That-that would be great, Mr. Evans,” he answered barely containing his excitement. “Excellent! With Halloween coming on Friday, I think this is the perfect opportunity to add them to the paper. I heard of a party there and I want you to cover it. Can you drive out there for it?” “Sure, I can do that.” Mr. Evans stood and offered Dante his hand. “Good man. The paper will reimburse you for the mileage, of course, and we will purchase the ticket and the VIP pass so you can be privy to all the good stuff. It will be a costume party and you have to be dressed. Go ahead and take off now so you can find a costume. I know it’s short notice and all, but I’m sure you’ll be able to find something appropriate. Come in tomorrow to pick up the tickets and I’ll see you on Monday with article in hand, all right?” Dante stared at his boss as they shook hands, and continued to stare at the door even after he’d left his office without waiting for Dante’s response. A slow smile touched his lips and he spun in his chair happily before saving the document he had been working on and leaving for the day. Rushing out of the Rapid News building with his computer bag slung over his shoulder, he turned the corner and ran into Ryan…literally. His friend looked up at him in surprise. “Damn, dude. Where’s the fire?” Dante offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. “My bad, Ryan, I didn’t see you.” Ryan dusted himself off and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Was that a short joke, man?” Dante laughed. “No, that wasn’t a short joke, I just didn’t see you. And you’re not short, Ryan. You’re almost six feet tall.” 6
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“Dante, you’re six-foot-five and two hundred and twenty five pounds, everyone is short compared to you,” his friend mentioned with a soft laugh. “Somewhere, I’m sure, there is a coach still crying over you not playing football for his team.” He shrugged. “I put more stock into brains and not brawn, so sue me. What’re you about to do?” “I’m on lunch. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Dante smiled. “The boss gave me rest of the day off to find a costume. I’m doing a story on a Halloween party in Chicago.” “Oh hell no! A party in Chi-Town! Take me with you, man. I bet the honeys will be over flowing there.” Dante acknowledged his friend’s excitement, but shook his head negatively. “Sorry, man, no can do.” Ryan sputtered. “What kind of friend doesn’t take his pal to a party with him?” “One that isn’t looking for any honeys and one that is going to a party on his boss’s dollar. It’s a business trip.” Ryan twisted his lips. “Well, if you can’t take me, at least promise me that if some cool ass man runs up on you you’ll take him up on his offer.” Dante’s smile dropped as he looked around conspiratorially. He grasped Ryan’s arm and walked him down the street. “Dude, keep your voice down. We don’t know how this Mr. Evans will take to me being gay. He’s been firing people left and right for the dumbest stuff. If he’s the slightest bit homophobic I might be next on the chopping block.” Ryan laid a soothing hand on Dante’s shoulder. “My bad, man, I didn’t mean to throw you off your cool. You know I wouldn’t do anything to put you on Front Street. You’re my brother, Q’s for life,” Ryan added and held his fist out. Dante gave him a soft smile and bumped his fist against his friend’s. “Q’s for life.” Ryan smiled. “Cool! Now, hook me up, man. Take me with you.” Dante clasped his friend around the shoulder and led him down the block. “Sorry, dude, I told you, I can’t do it, but I will buy you lunch.” “Not the same, but my mama didn’t raise no fool. I’m not about to turn down free food.”
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Chapter Two Dante left early on Friday but still ran into heavy weekend traffic. He arrived in Chicago in three and a half hours instead of the two it usually took. After settling into his hotel, Dante hurried to dress. The directions Mr. Evans gave him ran alongside the river to a small town on the outskirts of Chicago. Driving along the dark road, the area seemed deserted until he spotted the lights of the parking lot of a building coming into view on his left. One lamp on both sides of the parking lot and the glowing windows on the first and second floors were the only sources of light Dante had to park to. He could hear the music as he left his car and approached the establishment. The day’s weather was mild for late October, but being close the water made the night air crisp and cool. Dante pulled his cloak around his shoulders and looked at the directions again. “You look a little confused. Are you deciding whether or not to attend the party?” Dante spun around to the silky male voice questioning him. The man it belonged to was beautiful. There was no other way of describing him. He was just as tall as Dante, but his physique looked more slender than Dante’s own bulky torso, under the black cape he wore. His clean shaven face appeared pale against his dark hair and the moon’s bright shine made his light eyes almost glow. He was the epitome of dark and mysterious. The man’s intense gaze was steady and heated Dante’s core as he tried to find his voice to answer his question. “Uh, no, I’m going inside. I was just standing here checking out the building.” The man smiled and Dante caught a glimpse of pointed teeth in his mouth. “Excellent, I look forward to seeing you inside then. I am Magnus.” “Hi, I’m Dante. Nice vampire costume.” Magnus’ grin widened. “Thanks, shall we?” He walked ahead of him to knock on the door.
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A princess opened the door almost immediately and the music washed over them as they walked inside. Dante and the handsome stranger stood in the foyer taking in the sights and sounds. “I am glad you decided to come. I’m sure we will run into each other again,” Magnus said close to Dante’s ear. The erotic shivers that slivered down Dante’s spine as the man spoke to him made his cock harden. He watched Magnus walk away and disappear into the crowd before turning into a small room near the door. A woman dressed as Elvira relieved him of his cloak and his ticket, then he joined the sea of people mixing and mingling. The costumes around him ranged from the macabre to erotic. Dante felt like his costume was a little out of place as he slowly moved through the people. The long sleeve white shirt he wore fit smoothly around his wide chest and wide cuffs hung over his hands. A long V opening in front had white satin cord crisscrossing through it showing peeks of the hair on his chest and tight abs. His black pants stretched around the large muscles in his thighs and buttocks and stopped at his knees where long white socks continued to cover the rest of his legs. Dante smoothed invisible wrinkles from his shirt nervously and adjusted the long plastic sword that dangled from his side and continued to the bar across the room. “Yes, sir, what can I get you?” the bearded lady behind the bar asked over the music. “How much are the drinks?” “The drinks are complementary. What can I get you?” Dante smiled. “Well in that case, give me a top shelf Long Island Iced Tea.” The bearded lady nodded and Dante scanned the crowd, bobbing his head to the beat of the music until he felt the soft thud of a glass near his arm. “Thanks. By all the cars in the parking lot, I thought there would be more people in here, but the dance floor isn’t that crowded,” Dante told the bartender before taking a sip from his glass. “This isn’t the dance floor, this is just the bar area,” he/she explained with a rough laugh. “The main dance floor is that way.” Dante followed the fat finger of the bartender, nodded his thanks and headed in that direction. He stood in the doorway and smiled. A strobe light flickered on the wall over the DJ’s table and a small disco ball hung over the large dance floor. The colored lights along the ceiling pointed to the mirrored ball and bathed the crowd on the dance floor in tiny rainbow circles. Dante sipped his drink and danced into the room toward an empty seat. From his new spot he could see the entire room. Scanning the area 9
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carefully, he made mental notes of every sight and sound for his article. As he lifted his drink to take another sip and he spotted Magnus through the dancers. He no longer wore his cape and Dante had a much better look at him, but his first impression of the man was unchanged. In fact, it was enhanced! Magnus stood at the opening to the room that Dante just left. He wore black leather pants that left little to the imagination and a snug fitting long-sleeved button down black shirt. He leaned casually on the door with his own drink in hand. The flashing lights lit up his face showing high cheekbones and finely chiseled features framed by his dark hair. He turned his head to look around and Dante got a good look at his strong jaw line and the black circular earring hanging from his left ear. Something had obviously caught Magnus’ attention. Dante followed the man’s gaze curiously. Seeing nothing that interested him, Dante brought his eyes back to Magnus to find him looking at him. The music seemed to lower and the space between them developed a tunnel vision effect. Dante no longer noticed anything around him. All he saw were the silvery eyes across the room calling to him. Lights danced in them making them sparkle. They were like no eyes he had ever seen, entrancing him. The tingly sensation of arousal started to build in his groin, making him warm from the inside out. Dante pulled in an unsteady breath at the realization of the feeling that had nothing to do with his drink. He desperately wanted his drink to wet his suddenly dry mouth, but he was unable to move to bring the glass to his mouth. Dante watched the sexy man suck on the straw in his glass as his intense stare bore into his soul. Suddenly Magnus stood up off the wall and walked away from the door. The rapidly blinking lights in the room made it look as though he moved in slow motion. Dante’s gaze followed him as he disappeared into another door covered by a heavy blood red curtain, but not without a deliberate backwards glance at him. With Magnus out of his line of sight, the trance his extreme stare had on him broke. Finally able to blink, he shook his head hard before turning away and looking at his drink. “Man, I definitely have to mention how good the atmosphere and drinks are at this party in my article,” he muttered with a chuckle. Dante sat back in his chair and continued to scan the crowd. His gaze returned to the room that Magnus disappeared into several times. Suddenly someone plopped down on the sofa next to him, causing Dante’s head to snap in that direction. “Hey! Great party, huh? Are you having a good time?”
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The woman was pretty in her black and emerald green Victorian style dress. She was out of breath and Dante could see sweat glistening on top of her heaving breasts. “Yeah, it’s cool so far, but I just got here a little while ago,” he answered. The woman nodded and fanned herself with a silk fan she carried. “Have you been here for a while?” “Yes, I got here earlier in the evening.” “Do you know what’s behind that red curtain?” The woman looked where Dante nodded and smiled. “Sure, that’s the VIP section. I didn’t get a ticket for that part so I haven’t been in there, but I have heard people talking about it. They say it’s really live in there,” she added with a lecherous wink. Dante looked at the room again and emptied his glass. “Well, I have a VIP ticket.” The woman’s eyes widened. “Really? Why are you still out here? People are saying it’s worth the extra money,” she urged excitedly. And the mysterious Magnus is in there, too. Dante set his glass on the small table near the sofa as he stood. “Well, you’ve sold me. I’m going to head on in there. Thanks for the info.” The woman waved at him as he walked toward the curtained room. Inside was like night and day from the party held on the other side. A woman sat on a tall stool just inside. She wore a black and white satin bustier and black skirt. The skirt barely covered her thighs showing off her black thigh-high stockings as she crossed her legs. Smiling broadly, she let her hand linger on Dante’s as she accepted the VIP pass he presented. “Welcome,” was all she said for a greeting and she winked at him as he continued passed her. Dante walked in and stood still a moment, taking in the changes. Smells of woodsy incense wafted through the space. Different music from the fast-paced dance tempo in the other room drew his interest. Bluesy and sultry, the low bass pulled on his heartbeat, causing it to follow. People on the small dance floor moved to the beat as well. Scantily clothed dancers gyrated to the smooth erotic rhythm, as they sensually touched and groped different body parts of their partners. He let the seductive atmosphere pull him in. Dante looked over his shoulder and realized the curtain acted like a sound barrier between the two rooms. He nodded his approval of the cleverness of the idea and filed it in his mental database to mention later. The effects of the well-made drink had caught up to him, causing blood to rush to his head. Spying a red lounge chair through the people, 11
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he headed that way. Skirting the dance floor, he sat down and had a better look at the couples. Men danced with men, women danced with women, and the couples moved in ways that was best left behind closed doors on closer inspection. He was uncertain if they were really fucking or just simulating very well. Dante grinned and decided he’d leave this out of his storytelling as he sat back to enjoy the erotic scene before him. The dancing was seedy, sultry, and primal. It had been a long time since he’d fulfilled any of his own primal instincts. Watching the intense, physical interactions between the men on the dance floor brought erotically delicious and tingly sensations to the forefront of his mind and body. “Not a bad looking sight, huh?” Dante looked up, following the voice. A pirate stared down on him. His costume was similar to Dante’s own, but clearly not identical. The man had only one eye visible to him as a black patch covered the other. Dante could tell that this pirate was shorter than he and very slender. His feathery blond hair, cheeks rosy from drinking, and pink bow lips made him handsome in an angelic-looking way. “Mmm hmm, not bad at all,” Dante agreed. The pirate smiled at him. “Mind if I join you?” “No, please, join me,” he said, making room on the chair. “Great. I was about to get me another drink, can I grab you one, too?” Dante thought for a moment. He was a little dizzy from the first one, but he could handle one more without being too buzzed to work on his article. “Yeah, that would be great. I was drinking a Long Island.” Dante watched the pirate nod and disappear through the small crowd. He returned quickly and handed him the drink. “Thanks, umm…” “My name is Jack. Nice to meet you.” He shook the man’s outstretched hand. “I’m Dante.” A soft shock traveled through his arm at their connection. He looked at their hands, then to Jack’s uncovered blue eye before he slowly pulled his grasp free. “I like your costume,” Jack said with a laughing grin, taking the seat beside him. “I guess great minds think alike.” “Yeah, it would seem so.” They sipped their drinks and brought their attention back to the dance floor, focusing on the dancing men. Two male couples occupied the floor now. The first couple on the left mesmerized Dante. The way they swayed together suggested that they knew each other intimately. 12
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They touched each other openly, kissed and gazed into each other’s eyes. It was very sensual. Dante sipped from his glass and turned his attention to the other couple, a lead male and a more subservient male. The submissive wore black shorts and nothing else. The shorts rode high on his muscular thighs as he pressed his leg into the groin of his Dom and kissed the length of his master’s chest. Topless as well, the dominant male wore sheer genie-like pants. His face expressed pleasure in the acts of his passive partner. Dante watched the sub move from one nipple to the other, feeling his own nipples tingle in response. He cut a look at Jack and saw him smiling as he gazed at the couple also. Taking a long drink from his cup, Dante shifted in his seat trying to relieve the pressure in his pants at his growing erection. Bringing his attention back to the couple, he turned just in time to see the aggressive male spin his sub around and bent him forward. A soft gasp left Dante’s lips as the Dom slid his hands down his sub’s back. To the beat of the music, he ground slowly against the submissive’s ass as he held onto his shoulders. The move demanded Dante’s attention, calling to his baser needs that had been asleep from lack of a lover for over two years. He envied the man being dominated by his lover. Visions of himself being bent over like that with a strong and powerful lover behind him worked its way into his mind. Many times he had been told that he was a large and intimidating looking man. The men he often attracted expected him to top them for that very reason. Dante was an attentive lover and did what his lovers requested of him, but he found that it was difficult for those same men to do him the way he wanted to be done. Not too many men were large enough or strong enough to take him that way. It led to dysfunction in his sex life and rendered his relationships far and few between. He thought he heard Jack’s voice near his ear trying to cut through his fantasy, but it wasn’t until he felt a touch on his hand that he turned his way. “Huh? I’m sorry, did you say something, Jack?” “Yeah, I was asking you if you were here alone.” Dante nodded. “Yes, I am, but I’m actually here working.” “Working?” Dante nodded, sipping from his glass. “Yes, I am a reporter and I’m doing a story on this party.” The sinister gleam in Jack’s smile came and went before he responded. “Sounds like a fun job. Going to parties and writing about them, I could get paid for doing that. Maybe you should have some extra fun to add a little spice to your article.” 13
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Dante looked away from the dance floor to Jack. His voice was soft and smooth, filled with the lust Dante was feeling at the moment. Could he have a little fling with this cute little pirate? He wasn’t really his type, but… “Maybe I could.” Jack clicked his glass to Dante’s and smiled. “Well then drink up, my friend and let the party really begin.” Dante finished the rest of his drink in one long gulp. A rush of heat covered his body like a wave. When it passed, he looked at his cute little pirate to say something but he appeared a little fuzzy. He shook his head and chuckled. “Something wrong, Dante?” “No, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I really drank. I guess the two Long Islands are getting to me.” “Maybe you just need some air. Come on.” Jack grabbed his arm and led to the back of the room to a sliding glass door. The cool air hit Dante in the face, but didn’t make him feel better. Jack quickly walked him away from the building. “Where are we going, Jack?” Jack didn’t answer him. Dante could feel the change in the air. The cool breeze told him they were nearing the lake. Although his vision was fuzzy, he could see the lake in the distance getting closer and a group of people standing close by. “What’s going on? Who are they?” Still he didn’t answer. Dante tried to yank his arm away from the little pirate, but he had no strength and no coordination as he stumbled along beside him. His internal alarm started ringing and he tried yelling. His cries for help rang loudly in his head, but the echoes sounded so far away to his ears. “Don’t waste your time screaming, no one can hear you over the music,” Jack finally said. Dante ignored him and tried yelling again, but it made his head swim even more. He felt himself falling, but Jack caught him. “Shit. This dude is heavy as hell. Help me, you morons!” he heard Jack call out. Several hands touched his body in ways that didn’t require helping him to his feet. They pawed at his chest, ripping his shirt away, grabbed at his crotch roughly, and what he could only imagine as a tongue lapped at every inch of his exposed flesh. Each lick was more painful than the last. Their hands were so slick and slimy that goo remained from their touch. It made Dante’s skin crawl.
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“Stop it, you idiots! There will be time to fondle his body later. Right now the master requires us to get him to the lake for the ritual while the moon is high,” Jack told them in a loud voice. Ritual? Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into? The men rallied at Jack’s command. Although Dante had little control over his body, he swung his arm in the direction of Jack’s voice with everything he had. “Ahh, shit! Grab his arms, you morons! Pay attention!” The men quickly hoisted Dante’s body into the air with great effort and carried him slowly away. There were five of them now, including Jack. Dante tried kicking himself free, but his limbs would no longer cooperate. His arms and legs felt limp and lethargic. The men continued to carry him to the water where he heard voices of others waiting. Dante forced his eyes to stay open. He could see them, but not clearly. They appeared to be covered in slick dark skin with something slimy falling off of them. Their bodies were abnormally formed with large legs and ultra-skinny torsos and arms that almost dragged the ground as they stomped forward to meet them. He flinched as the creatures’ evil laughter chilled him to the bone. Holy shit. What was that? This has to be a nightmare. This can’t be real. His eyes were about to close when a bright light made him open them again. A flame glimmered in the darkness and then several more flickered. “What’s that? What’s going on?” Dante asked hoarsely. “Tie him to the spikes in the circle,” Jack told his flunkies, then turned to address Dante as they did his bidding. “A sacrifice, my friend. You’re going to be a sacrifice to the great Indian moon,” Jack explained as he waved his hand to the sky. “We’re paying homage to our master and you’re going to help us.” “Your master?” “Yes, the great moon god. Every full moon we sacrifice someone to him so that he will let us live a long life with power. But tonight is special. Because it has been so warm these last few days an Indian blood moon is out.” Dante looked to the sky as the creatures tied him to the ground, spreading his arms and legs wide. He pushed through the fog in his mind remembering Mitch saying something about it being Indian summer. The weatherman had mentioned that viewers would be able to see a large, bright orange circle in the sky when the full moon appeared, but Dante didn’t hear it referred to as an Indian blood moon.
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Dante saw the evil gleam in Jack’s eye as he shifted his gaze to him. Panic rushed through his body at the sight making his heart pound hard. He tried screaming again, but his mouth was dry and no sound came forth. “It won’t hurt,” Jack told him in a soothing voice. “I promise. You won’t feel a thing. Just let them have you. The drug I gave you is about to make your body numb all over.” Dante stared at him, his eyes barely focusing. “Why are you doing this? Why me?” “It’s nothing personal, Dante. I was actually starting to like you. You were just the latest one that he sent over.” He shook his head back and forth trying to stay awake. “No, no.” Jack’s laugh sounded sinister. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? Damn, I love that guy. No one ever thinks of their boss.” His confusion must have shone because Jack’s laughter moved closer to him and then his voice was near his ear. “Haven’t you guys ever wondered what happened to all the people at your job? People just started disappearing every month, never to be seen again and no one ever questioned that?” He scoffed and went on. “God, you people in that pitiful hick town are ripe for the plucking. Mr. Evans picked the perfect place for the sacrifices this time, that’s for sure.” As the comprehension of Jack’s explanation and the drugs washed over Dante’s body a wave of nausea quickly followed. Dante heard Jack grunt and his voice sounded far away when he spoke again. “Okay, prepare him.” At Jack’s command the creatures were all over him again. One covered his eyes with a blindfold while the others tore at his flimsy costume until he was naked. The chill of the lake breeze made him shiver and goose bumps rose on his skin. Hands touched, groped and caressed his body. The horrible scraping licks on his torso of earlier had returned, but now traveled up the underside of his cock. A gasp left Dante’s lips as a different type of shiver went through his body. The sensations left behind a strange mix of disgust and pleasure. Wetness closed around his cock next, tearing another scream from him. He couldn’t tell if shock or pleasure brought it forth. Exquisite sucking drove him out of his mind as the gooeyness of the creature’s mouth slid over his shaft easily. The monster’s barbed tongue made painful thrashes, but its slimy mouth eased each sting somewhat. The back and forth routine brought him to the brink of ecstasy faster than he could ever remember. He was hard as steel, his balls were drawn up tight and tension had built in his abdomen. The pleasure pain seemed to go on forever. His body shook with bliss, he was ready to explode. 16
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“All right, that’s enough. Everyone to their places, it’s time. We must start the incantation to call the master forth.” Dante’s eyes sprang open behind the blindfold and he groaned with frustration. His breathing was harsh and his body ached from his unreleased orgasm. Around him the creatures started murmuring. Its effect caused him to relax and close his eyes. He startled feeling wet droplets fall across his body as Jack’s voice joined their soft mutters. Painful screams ripped through the air unexpectedly. Dante jumped at the sound wondering what was going on. He tried to open his eyes again, but he couldn’t. The dizzy sensation of falling rapidly into a downward spiral had returned. The agonizing screams continued to ring out about him and his heartbeat began to race. Hard thuds fell next to him, leaving his imagination to run wild. All the senses in his body were on high alert telling him to run for his life, but the drug had rendered him immobile and nauseous. Something sliced through the air above his head, the grunts of exertion and more screams ricocheted all around him. Large thumps continued to fall on his left and right. The panic he was experiencing told him he would be next. Just as swiftly as the screams had started, all went quiet, except for the heavy breathing of someone standing over him. Dante swallowed loudly and waited for his life to end. “Get up, Dante, we must hurry.” The voice gave him pause. He had heard it before. It was silky, deep and masculine. Magnus? The restraints on his ankles and wrists loosened with a quick chop and someone gripped his hand hauling him to his feet. “Can you walk?” the voice asked. Dante wobbled on his long legs and he shook his head. “No.” Before the word was out of his mouth, he felt himself being hoisted onto a strong set of shoulders. If the movement didn’t make him even dizzier than he already was, he would’ve been shocked at the man’s prowess. As Dante’s body bounced on his rescuer’s shoulders the drugs, fear and panic finally pulled him into darkness.
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Chapter Three Dante groaned as his senses came back online one by one. He tried to move but realized he was buried alive. What the hell? He tried dislodging himself, but couldn’t. Whatever covered him was soft, but there was a lot of it from the weight on top of him. He tried wiggling his hands and feet and realized, to his relief, that he was unbound. Testing his limits more, he noticed overall motion and that his position was painful. His body was folded uncomfortably into a space not big enough for a man his size and the movement made it worse. After a short while the motions stopped. Dante strained his ears trying to pinpoint where he was or what was going on. To his surprise he could feel the load of softness lighten. When his head was uncovered completely he blinked a few times to take in his surroundings. He laid on the floor in the backseat of a car, his body covered in coats and jackets. Dante looked up past the arm that was still removing the coats into the face of Magnus. He gazed down at him with his silvery eyes sparkling and his handsome features soften when a small smile touched his sensual lips. “Are you all right? How do you feel?” he asked. When Magnus uncovered Dante’s arms, he helped to remove the rest of the coats from his body and Magnus pulled him from the car. “I think I’m okay,” Dante finally replied. “Where are we?” “I’ve brought you back to my house to rest. You will be safe here.” Dante nodded, rubbing his arms. He twisted and looked back into the car. “That backseat is not made for a man my size.” Magnus laughed softly and the sound compelled Dante to smile. “No, it’s not. I’m sorry I had to stuff you back there but it was the closest vehicle to the building. I couldn’t waste time getting to my car. I wanted to cover your scent as quickly as possible with as many coats as I could from the coatroom.” Magnus openly looked him over. “Are you cold, Dante?” Dante looked down at his naked body. His nipples were hard, goose bumps covered his skin and his cock had shriveled to an 18
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embarrassing size seeking warmth. Before he could answer, Magnus reached into the car, pulled out a dark trench coat, and handed it to him. As he donned it, Magnus turned to walk away from him and Dante followed. “What did you mean when you said my scent, Magnus?” “They have marked you, Dante, so they can smell you and will be able to track you. With all the different scents coming from all the different people who own those coats they couldn’t detect your presence in the car or smell your scent. I decided to bring you to my house because it would buy me some time and it is the only place I could keep you safe.” His eyes drifted over to Dante from top to bottom. “They were not so willing to let such a beautiful sacrifice get away.” Magnus’ gaze was filled with obvious lust and it made Dante’s cock jump. “Do you think they are still after me?” Magnus gave him a slight shake of his head. “Not those particular ones. I’ve taken care of them, but yes, there will be others that will come for you.” Dante followed Magnus down a rocky walkway toward a large house. An old Victorian style with huge floor to ceiling windows in the front and a spacious porch with only a small table and a chair on it. Dante knew what Magnus meant by “taking care of them,” he didn’t need to hear any details. Walking in the night air was clearing his head and he felt better. With a clearer mind, he was a little angry that such a small man could get the drop on him. He knew it was because Jack had drugged him, but it didn’t make him feel any better about it. Now that he was aware he was ready to fight if anyone came after him again. “How long was I out of it?” Dante asked as they stepped onto the porch. “About three hours. The sun will come up soon.” Three hours stuffed on the floor of that backseat buried under a bunch of coats? Shit! No wonder I’m sore. Magnus closed the door behind them and walked into a massive living room. He crossed to an oversized black leather sofa, sat in the corner and patted the cushion beside him. “Come sit down, Dante, so we can talk about what happened tonight.” Dante did as asked careful to pull the coat together to cover himself. “You’re going to try and explain what happened tonight? Good because I’m at a loss. Jack drugged me and those other guys tied me to the ground before I—” 19
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“Jack was a demonite. Those other guys were not guys at all. They were demi-demons, flunkies for the humans they work for. They are too grotesque to pass as humans so they slink around doing the dirty work at night away from the eyes of society. They are the result of what eventually happens to a human who has served a demon for more than ten years. The more power they gain the more quickly they deteriorate,” Magnus explained turning his body toward him. Dante’s brows furrowed. “What’s a demonite?” “A demonite is a human who worships a demon. They have a quid pro quo relationship. Jack is a minion to the demon in the lake.” Dante stared at Magnus for a few minutes. The intense look in his eyes and gravity of his tone made Dante’s mouth go dry. “You’re serious?” “Yes, I am. Those creatures were real. That sacrificial ritual they were about to do to you was also very real.” Dante fell back against the couch. “Well what the hell did they want with me?” “They needed your blood and your body. They would’ve pierced both of your wrists and let your blood drain into bowls to mix with a few other ingredients. Once the concoction is completed, they drink it, chant a few ritual incantations and ask for what they want from their master.” Dante’s face twisted in horror and disgust, but it did not stop Magnus’ explanation. “Their master would have then possessed your body for about a week, committing all kinds of depraved acts until the spell wore off.” “A week?” Dante asked incredulously on a gasp. Magnus shrugged. “Give or take a few days. The minions are not very strong in their incantations, so their spells don’t last longer than that. At that time, he would give his minions what they requested and your body would go into the lake for the demon to feed on.” Repulsion and shock raced through him at Magnus’ words, causing Dante’s jaw to drop open. For a long time he could not find his voice as horrific visions ran across his mind. “But why me? I’m just a small town newspaperman. My job isn’t even important there. I do fluff pieces for crying out loud!” Dante stressed when his voice returned. “I live alone in a one-bedroom apartment above a fish market and feed the stray cat that comes to the backdoor of my building. What could they possibly want from me?” Magnus smiled. It was soft, sexy, and knowing. “Yes, you are that, but your physical beauty cannot be denied. Your amber eyes dance with the light of intelligence when you speak with those luscious full lips of yours. Your caramel colored skin is smooth and unmarked and 20
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you are tall and powerfully made. You are magnificent to behold, Dante. I’m sure that Jack would have asked to have some of your physical attributes added to his own non-sufficient body. I have no doubt that the demon in the lake would have had no trouble at all luring people into his trap looking like you had he gotten the chance to possess your body.” Dante’s body warmed at Magnus’ words. No one had ever described him with terminology like that and never so nonchalantly. He put his hands in the pocket of the coat to keep his growing erection from pushing it open. Magnus stunned him when he suddenly left the couch and moved to the bar at the far end of the room. He watched Magnus remove a large crystal decanter that contained a dark red liquid from under the bar and fill two glasses. Squinting, he continued to observe his knight in vampire clothing. Magnus had saved him from unimaginable horrors. But who was this guy? Why did he rescue him? What did he want from him? Magnus returned to his spot on the couch and handed him a glass. Dante peered unsure into the drink and then looked to Magnus with a raised eyebrow. Magnus smiled at him, his eyes sparkled with amusement. “You are safe with me, Dante. I mean you no harm.” Dante hesitated for another moment before taking a tentative sip. The liquid was chilled, but not too cold. Rich and flavorful, the taste was unlike anything he ever had before. Flowing down his throat, it left behind a warm feeling that put all of his nerves on high alert. Blood soared through his body to settle in his cock and it pulsed with life. The sensation mimicked someone pulling on his shaft with long, slow strokes. Whoa! he thought, as a soft gasp let his mouth. He closed his eyes letting the sensations course through his body. For several minutes, Dante lay with his head back enjoying the feelings his new favorite drink induced in him. He had to force his brain to take control and make his mouth work. “I have to ask you something, Magnus. I need to ask it before I take another sip of this drink and forget what I was going to say.” “Ask anything you want.” “Where do you fit into all of this? Are you the type of guy that hangs out at parties rescuing folk from demons?” Magnus chuckled. “No, not really.” Dante took another sip as he waited for Magnus to elaborate. Oh my God. I love this stuff. I have to find out what it is. When Magnus still hadn’t spoken Dante let his head fall back again and he gestured with his glass for Magnus to continue. 21
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“And…” He heard Magnus chuckle again before he finally spoke. “A long time ago I was told that I would find my true mate on this day at that very party. I was not told who he was or what he looked like, only that I would know him when I saw him. When I saw you standing outside the party I was unsure at first because you were outside, contemplating entering… But once I saw you inside watching those dancers with all that pent up passion burning within those magnificent brown eyes of yours, I knew it was you.” Magnus’ explanation eased through the erotic fog that had formed around his consciousness and its meaning fueled the fire already burning in his loins. Dante turned to look at Magnus as he lifted his glass to his lips. Those captivating eyes sparkled at him with lust just above the rim. He wanted to speak, to tell him how beautiful he thought they were, but his mouth wouldn’t work. The feelings assailing his body had completely taken over at the moment and he was content to let them. He closed his eyes again to enjoy them fully, but Magnus’ voice was still able to reach him. “Do you like the drink, Dante?” Dante wanted to scream, Oh God, yes! but he was afraid that only a moan would come from his mouth if he opened it. He nodded affirmatively to be on the safe side and then finished the last few drips in his glass. Magnus took his glass and Dante’s eyes popped open. He saw him put the glasses on the coffee table across from the couch. “How do you feel?” Magnus asked. Dante smiled and took a few deep calming breaths before he answered. “I feel incredible. What kind of wine was that? It’s delicious.” “It was not wine at all, it was blood.” When Magnus’ words made it through the fog this time panic joined the emotions surging through his body. “What? Did you say blood?” Dante shook his head disbelievingly. “Why would you give me blood, Magnus?” Magnus left his seat on the couch and moved between Dante’s legs. “Dante, don’t be angry with me. The blood will help heal you and help me to remove the demon mark from your body. As long as their mark remains on you they will be able to find you wherever you go.” Dante looked down at Magnus’ handsome face hovering over his swollen cock covered only by the thin coat. It throbbed mercilessly, desperately wanting to be touched. His breathing quickened the longer Magnus sat there. He had to lick his lips before he could speak. 22
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“How—how did they mark me?” Magnus removed Dante’s hands from the pockets of the coat and flipped both sides open exposing his body. Dante stared down at him wide-eyed and Magnus lifted his gaze met his. Magnus smiled a wide toothy grin showing the fangs he saw earlier in the evening. His expression told Dante that he was pleased with what he saw. “See these scrape marks their tongues made on your skin?” Magnus touched the slashes on Dante’s semi-hard cock and his torso before he continued speaking. “They have tasted your flesh. They have you in their very soul now. Jack was still human so he is dead, but the demi-demons will regenerate in time and seek you out to get back in their master’s good graces. In order to save you I must take the mark from you and connect you to me instead.” Dante’s breathing accelerated. “How are you going to do that?” Magnus smiled again, but this time it was mischievous with a lustful edge to it. Still looking into Magnus’ eyes, Dante watched as his shaft disappeared into Magnus’ mouth. The moan that had been building from the pleasure of what he had thought was wine, rushed to the surface. The warm wet heat of Magnus’ mouth was incredible! His lips and tongue worked together to bring him extraordinary pleasure. When he reopened his eyes he met Magnus’ gaze. Dante stared into Magnus’ passion-filled eyes as Magnus’ lips worked his shaft expertly, tightening and loosening around its swollen head. He watched as Magnus worked him and soon felt the undeniable caress of his other hand as it played with his nuts. Dante moaned as a massive shutter passed over his body. He gripped the sides of Magnus’ head, letting his fingers play in the silky black hair. A groan from Magnus drifted up to Dante’s ears and fueled his already fast pace to ecstasy. His fingers fisted the soft strands he held and Magnus sucked harder and faster seemingly sensing his end was near. Dante filled the air around him with another erotic moan, bucking beneath Magnus fucking his mouth until he finally released his pent-up passion.
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Chapter Four Endless moments passed with Magnus sucking and licking Dante’s spent cock lavishly swallowing all evidence of his release. When his ragged breathing returned to normal Magnus took his seat next to Dante and pulled him close. He let Magnus hold him for a while before his curiosity broke the tender silence. “Magnus, what are you?” Dante heard Magnus sigh and felt his large hand caress his head. His thumb glided down Dante’s cheek and his hand finally rested on his shoulder before Magnus answered. “I am a vampire, Dante.” Dante let out a slow deep breath and let the meaning of his words sink into him. His head slowly fell to rest on Magnus’ broad shoulder. “What do you want with me?” he asked after a few more moments. “The vampires and the demons have a mutual understanding, Dante. They don’t bother us and we don’t bother them, but every now and then a demon comes along that thinks he can run his territory and ours. When that happens I am one of the few that have the skill to deal with them.” Dante remembered being tied to the ground and hearing a quick battle of grunts, screams and falling bodies around him. When it took four of those demi-demons to lift his body into the air and carry him away, it only took Magnus one good boost to haul him over his shoulder and run to safety. Skill indeed! “I have been without a mate for a long time, Dante. I am a vampire of some considerable skill. The combination of my strength and insatiable lust dictates that I be careful who I bring to my bed. I need a man that is my physical equal so that he will be able to handle my prowess while I am making love to him.” A lustful shiver started through Dante’s body at his words. His body was still recouping from the fantastic blowjob Magnus had given him, but Magnus’ latest words set his loins to stirring once more. “I went to the council to ask to be release from my duties as a demon regulator.”
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Dante raised his head. “But why? If you are one of their gifted ones they need you. Why would you want out?” he interjected. “Because I am lonely. Being a regulator is a demanding position. You are constantly on the move. Although I have been at this place for many years, my duties have left me little time to hunt for a mate. Finding a good man is hard,” he added in an amused tone. “Oh.” Dante eased back down to return his head to Magnus’ shoulder. “There are many vampires and regulators all over the world, with many different gifts,” Magnus said continuing his explanation. “The council consists of a vampire that represents each of those gifts. When I made my request they naturally didn’t want to grant it and asked what they could do to keep me at my post.” Dante nodded. “That’s when they told you about the party and me. So they will let you have a mate and you can remain a regulator?” “Yes,” Magnus agreed. “The seer on the council told me that in fifty years that this party would take place and the man that was for me would be there. I found this house twenty years ago and have been fighting the demon of the lake whenever he uses his minions to cross the line.” Dante stiffened and looked up again. “Fifty years? What are you saying? You have been waiting fifty years…for me?” Magnus smiled softly and caressed his face. “I would have waited a hundred years to have a lifetime with you.” Dante was speechless. Being near this man was sending his desires into overload. No one had ever affected him so. Every touch, every caress created tiny lightening strikes in his body propelling pleasure to every nerve. Shaken by his words and his touch, Dante eased his head down back to Magnus’ shoulder. Reaching along the couch, Dante pulled Magnus’ arm off the back and wrapped it around him. “Once I knew you were mine, I led you into the VIP section to approach you in a more intimate setting. I watched you while you enjoyed the dancers. I could almost smell your arousal from across the room. I went around the dance floor not wanting to break up the scene you were so engrossed in, but when I reached your seat you were gone.” Magnus’ grip tightened around Dante’s shoulder. His fingers bit into Dante’s skin almost painfully as he continued with his story. “I searched the whole room. When I couldn’t find you, I went back out into the main room and then searched the rest of the building. Finally, I returned to the VIP space and went to the backdoor. I saw
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you struggling with Jack and the other minions. I was furious when I realized what was going on.” Dante’s voice was pained as he laid his hand on top of Magnus’ fingers. “Magnus…” Immediately Magnus’ fingers released their hold on his shoulder. “Forgive me, Dante. The thought of them wanting you for their ritual and the things I know they would have done to you, when I had already claimed you for myself just…” His voice rose with emotion and his fingers threatened to grip his shoulder again, but then they freed him quickly. He stopped speaking and Dante felt Magnus’ chest deflate with the release of a slow breath. Suddenly he pushed Dante to a sitting position, turned him toward him and captured his lips in a rough, dominating kiss. Dante melted into to the commanding kiss loving how powerful and strong Magnus was. When he broke the kiss Dante saw the unquestionable sparks of lust dancing in his eyes again. “Dante, the blood I gave you has healed your body and removed the mark of the demons, but they have tasted you and would surely be after you as soon as they can.” Dante hadn’t noticed that the painful scrapes on his torso and penis were no longer hurting him until Magnus mentioned it. All other feelings fell to the wayside in the wake of how the blood made him feel and the blowjob Magnus gave him. “You are safe tonight for sure and I can save you from all of them permanently. I can take care of your boss, the lake demon and all of his minions, but you must be mine for me to do that. I cannot fully protect what is not mine.” So much information and way too many sensations were sending Dante’s brain into a tailspin. He couldn’t think straight. “The blood has not only healed you, its effect on you has told me that you are capable of being my mate. The pleasure it gave you as you drank only happens when one can handle the blood of a vampire. Any other human would have died when the blood entered his system.” “Magnus, I—” “We have already done two of the three steps to make you mine, Dante.” “Two of the three—” Magnus grabbed both of his hands and brought them to his lips to kiss them. “Yes, there are three things a vampire must do to make a human his mate for life. One is to test the human by giving him the blood of a vampire elder. If he survives then he has passed the first test.”
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Dante didn’t want to think of what happened to the humans who didn’t pass the first test. “The second is to taste your flesh, to make you a part of me. I have tasted you.” He paused to bring his face close to Dante’s and kissed him gently, resting their foreheads together, “Now you are a part of my soul,” he finished in a softer voice, squeezing his hands. Dante swallowed feeling that tingling sensation creeping through his body again. “The only other thing left to do is to join our bodies as one. So I am asking you now, Dante, will you be my mate? Will you let me make love to you and complete the third step?” Dante closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Was this really a hard decision? What kind of life did he really have waiting for him? He lived in a small town, worked at a dead end job with no one to love him or miss him if he were gone…accept maybe Ryan. But could he live the rest of his life with only a college friend to care if he lived or died? Not to mention the possibility of demonic minions coming after him for the rest of his life. He never had a problem protecting himself, but how could he protect himself against them? Magnus was offering him something he had always wanted, his heart’s desire: a man to love him forever. Forever was a long time to one who didn’t die. As he thought things through, he felt Magnus’ arms slip around him pulling him closer into his body, into a lover’s embrace. It felt magnificent. Magnus was everything Dante wanted in a man. He was tall, handsome and muscular. Raw sexuality and power pulsed like an aura around Magnus, exciting Dante immensely. Just being in his arms was sending his senses into frenzy. Was there a down side to what Magnus was offering? “Yes.” Dante felt Magnus’ body jump slightly before he released him. “What?” “I said yes. I will be your mate, Magnus.” A joyful light lit in Magnus’ sensual eyes accompanied by a beautiful smile. Dante made up his mind at that moment that he would do what he had to do to keep that light there. Magnus pulled him into another embrace and then kissed him. This kiss was different than the one that preceded it. The first was soft, tender almost loving while this one was made of fire and passion. Magnus pushed at Dante’s mouth with his tongue. Dante moaned loudly letting his tongue in to dance back and forth with his own. Magnus’ mouth had skill here, too. He sucked passionately on Dante’s
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mouth and tongue. The act reminded him of when he watched his cock disappear into this same very talented mouth. The thought and the kiss worked together to bring his member back to full mast, pulsing wildly, longing to be touched again. He slipped his arms around Magnus’ waist and pressed his body forward wanting to feel their bodies connect. Dante gripped at the muscles on Magnus’ back, tugging on his shirt, desperately wanting to touch Magnus’ body without the confines of his clothes. His hands moved up and down Magnus’ back. Dante moaned his delight in the feel of bare skin, then suddenly Magnus broke the kiss and stood. Dante looked at him wide-eyed. His mouth opened to protest, but Magnus touched his lips with a finger. He swallowed his words and waited. Magnus placed his hand on Dante’s chest and applied pressure. Dante took the hint and laid back. Dante watched Magnus’ hands move as they removed each button of his shirt painstakingly slow. He bit his lip and fought back the urge to rip the shirt off him. Finally, his chest was revealed, wide, pale and solid. The small dark swirls of hair reached across from one pec to the other. Dante’s attentive gaze continued as Magnus undid his pants and pushed them over his slender hips, followed by a pair of black boxer briefs. His long, thick cock sprang free and Dante felt his cock bob in response to the sight. Dante looked at him for a few moments more before Magnus leaned forward and covered his body with his own. “You will be happy and safe with me, Dante. You will want for nothing in my care,” he told him. The thought pleased Dante very much. He could only nod and Magnus smiled at him. Magnus lowered his face to the crook of Dante’s neck and he heard him sniff his skin loudly. When Magnus’ head rose, the look in his eyes had changed. The light of joy had disappeared and what replaced it was almost frightening. The gaze of a predator laid bare. Fierce and primal, something akin to what one would see in the eyes of a wild animal when they caught the scent of their prey and started to charge. The silvery grey of his eyes was now dark crimson. Dante gasped softly. Magnus slipped his hands beneath his ass and flipped him roughly to his stomach startling him even more. He then hoisted Dante up by his waist and all but tossed him over the back of the couch. Magnus’ dominating moves frightened and exhilarated him. He gave over complete control wanting his new lover’s passion more than words could say. The weight on the couch shifted and Dante heard Magnus’ footsteps leading away from him. He hung over the couch with his ass in the air, feeling exposed and vulnerable, wondering where Magnus 28
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had gone, but too afraid to turn and see. When he returned, Dante felt Magnus insert a finger into his ass and was pleased to find it slick with oil. Magnus slid a finger into Dante’s ass opening him more and more. Dante moaned shamelessly as Magnus added another finger and then another. The fingers sliding slickly back and forth were sending thrilling sensations through his body. Finally, they were removed and replaced by the undeniable pleasure of a thick cock trying to gain entry. Dante gripped the back of the couch grateful it blocked his automatic urge to run as Magnus pressed the head of his organ inside of him. Once inside Magnus’ cock opened him far more than his fingers did. He tried to relax, but the fingers had not truly prepared him for the great intrusion he was now feeling. It was a snug fit for sure, but one that felt wholly intimate, erotic, and wonderful. Once Magnus was fully inserted within him, Dante heard a soft growl drift to his ears as his lover began to move. Dante pushed back, meeting him stroke for stroke. Soon both of their voices filled the dark room. Dante’s heart hammered in his chest. It had been so long since he had a lover, but to finally have the one he wanted was exquisite. He gripped his left cheek and pulled it taut, opening himself even more. Magnus gasped, then groaned loudly as he thrust deeper. Dante moved quickly toward another powerful orgasm. His nuts tightened and drew up close to his body, filling with his seed. Magnus gripped his shoulders and pressed into him even more. The act sent another ripple of pleasure through Dante’s body. Something exploded within him unexpectedly that stole his breath and sent him to the next level of ecstasy. Magnus continued to thrust into him, pounding hard, gripping his shoulders roughly. As his orgasm loomed near, Dante longed to give Magnus as much pleasure as he received from him. He reached beneath them and fondled Magnus’ nuts as they swayed from his movements. To his delight, Magnus fell onto his back and ground into him more, letting out another soft but primal growl. “You feel so good,” Magnus said in a strained voice. “So tight and hot. You will make me an excellent companion, Dante.” Magnus’ endearing words enhanced the exquisite, yet maddening sensations Dante was feeling, finally pushing him over the edge of bliss. Once again he shouted his joy and spilled his seed due to Magnus’ administrations. Magnus, however, continued to pump into his ass with a death grip planted on his shoulders. His stamina was commendable. Dante hung over the back of the couch, shaky and worn out, enjoying every 29
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moment of Magnus’ attention. Amazingly, Dante lost track of how long Magnus had fucked him. His stamina seemed to go on forever. Just as Dante’s exhaustion threatened to claim him, Magnus gave one last thrust and he felt the magnificent cock finally explode deep inside him. “Now, my beautiful Dante, I make you mine,” he heard Magnus say breathlessly against his neck. Magnus turned his head to the side and then the searing pain of his teeth pressed into him. The darkness that separated him from his new life had claimed him and he gave himself up to it without a fight.
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Epilogue “Hey, Dante, I know you’re about to leave, but you got a minute?” “Yeah, come in, Ryan. What’s on your mind?” Ryan took the seat in front of his desk. “I was just thinking, since you’re the boss now, maybe you shouldn’t be working as hard as you do.” Dante turned away from his computer. “Uh-huh.” “Yeah, I mean, there is no reason for you to do extra work around the office, right? That’s what we’re for. Ever since Mr. Evans left, you’ve cleaned up this place and hired some really good reporters, too. One of us should be going out of town doing stories, right?” Dante smiled at his friend. “Ah, so that’s what this is about. Halloween is next week and that party in Chicago is coming.” “All I’m saying is that you and your assistant have your hands full updating the online paper daily, and now that you have Magnus you need to spend time with him, too. You shouldn’t have to take time away from your personal life to go out of town for a story.” “I’m touched that you care about my personal life so much, Ryan.” “Hey, what are friends for?” Ryan replied in an amused tone. “You are absolutely right, Ryan. I will send someone else to cover that party. Thanks for the idea. I’m sure Bennett will be glad to do it,” Dante said and turned back to his computer. Dante looked at his friend from the corner of his eye to see his mouth had dropped open and his eyes were wide with shock and he laughed. “I’m kidding, man. I already got your ticket to the party and the VIP room.” He saw Ryan slouch in his chair, visibly relieved by his words. He turned off his computer and walked around his desk to pull his friend from the chair. “What kind of friend would I be to keep you away from the honeys?” Dante asked him. Ryan laughed and let Dante lead him from the room. “You scared me for a minute there, Dante.” “We’re boys, remember?”
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Dante walked them to the front door and smiled when he saw Magnus waiting in the car for him. He turned to his friend and slapped him five. “Just do me a favor when you get there, Ryan.” “What’s that?” “Get your own drinks and stay away from pirates.” Dante laughed at his friend’s confused expression and waved goodbye as Magnus drove them home.
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About the Author Born and raised in Brooklyn, Jaxx Steele now lives in Indiana with his partner and their cat. When not writing Jaxx loves to travel and find new and wonderful places to incorporate into his stories.
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