Tuesday, February 5, 2013


True Blood Mate 5
Recently released from prison for a crime he fully admits to committing, Douglas Stone is without a clan and without any prospects. And then he meets a man that makes him see that he can be more than he ever thought he could be.
Jilly is a vampire with issues. He’s been banished from his coven because he faints at the sight of blood. With no way to keep a roof over his head or to feed, Jilly takes to the streets, selling his body for what he needs. When he meets a sexy ex-con looking for a good time, he finds that there is more to life than merely surviving.
When Jilly is taken prisoner, Douglas has to do the one thing he doesn’t want in order to keep the man alive—challenge for the alpha position of a clan. He’s fighting for his mate’s life so he’s not surprised when he wins. But he’s shocked when he discovers that the same hell he had been running from for the last few years is closer to home than he thinks.
Someone is selling children and they are selling them right out of Douglas’s own basement. Considering the crimes he was accused of and his family history, Douglas knows that if he doesn’t do something, he will be the first one accused. Fighting to save Jilly is one thing. Fighting to save the entire world is totally different. But does he have any other choice?
"Hiya, honey, looking for a good time?"
Douglas Stone turned to see a very attractive man standing behind him dressed in the shortest pair of boy shorts he'd ever seen and a ripped cotton tank top that looked like it was barely hanging on to his frame. Espresso-colored hair curled around the man's pale face, his onyx-dark eyes shining brightly in the dim street light.
Douglas had to admit he was intrigued. It had been quite a while since he'd had anything close to a sexual experience with something other than his hand. Normally, being around other people made Douglas uneasy. He had learned firsthand that most were out to start trouble. But this guy…there was just something about him that drew Douglas’s interest. 
Licking his dry lips, Douglas felt his heart quicken. "How much?"
The cocky little curve of the man's plush lips sent Douglas's pulse racing even faster. He could just imagine those luscious lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him to completion. Damn, it really had been a long time for him if he was considering paying for sex.
The man’s eyelashes swept down in a seductive manner as he gazed up at Douglas with nothing short of a promised good time. "Depends on what you want, honey."
The man moved closer, trailing his finger down the front of Douglas’s shirt in a teasing manner. Douglas tried to ignore his racing pulse and concentrate on how high the price was going to be to get those lips around his cock. He wanted it. He wanted it bad. He just wasn't willing to pay all that much.
"How much to feel your lips on my dick?"
"Mmm.” One dark eyebrow arched. “Twenty bucks will get you a blow. Fifty will get you the whole show. A hundred dollars gets me for the entire night, anything you want."
"A hundred dollars, huh?" Douglas tried really hard to figure out if he even had that much money on him at the moment. Jobs had been kind of scarce lately and his funds were running low. Not having a steady source of income did that to a person.
Douglas pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of cash—the last of what he had. What made him tilt his head to the side and purse his lips was the fact that the sexy little hooker didn't even look at the money in his hand. Douglas wasn't into the business but he would have thought money would be a hooker's top priority. Instead, the man seemed to be mesmerized by Douglas’s throat, his tongue sliding across his lips as he opened gazed at Douglas’s neck.
"Are you on anything?" The hooker’s eyes seemed just a little too glassy and he wouldn’t stop licking his lips. Douglas choked when he suddenly felt a firm hand grab his crotch.
"I don't need drugs to get my high, honey. I can get it in so many other interesting ways."
Douglas counted out thirty four dollars. He needed at least ten to eat for the next couple of days. That left him with just enough to get a good blow job. Regretting that he couldn't buy more considering how attractive the man was, Douglas pulled off the twenty dollar bill and held it out to the man.
"How about a blow job?" Douglas pushed aside the thought that he was actually paying for sex. He felt like the cops were going to surround them at any moment and bust him. His nerves were a bit jumpy as he glanced around the streets. 
The little man grinned then glanced around. "Do you have a vehicle or would you like to go into the alley?"
There was no way in hell Douglas was letting some hooker into his truck. No blow job on the planet was worth getting ripped off. "The alley will do just fine."

The gorgeous man led Douglas into the alley and pushed him up against the wall then dropped to his knees. He had Douglas's pants undone and his cock out before Douglas could even catch his breath.
"Fuck!" Douglas growled when the man licked his pouty lips before leaning forward, and wrapping his mouth around the flared head of Douglas’s shaft. Maybe he should have bought a hooker sooner. The stunning little hooker seemed to know exactly what he was doing to drive Douglas to the brink of insanity.
His lips were great but his tongue was even better. The man licked up one side of Douglas's cock and down the other like he was savoring an ice cream cone. Douglas moaned as the man swirled his tongue around his cock before pressing the tip into the slit at the top.
A groan rattled in Douglas’s chest as he reached down to clench his hands in the man's dark curls. It took all of his control not to thrust deep into the man's heavenly mouth. The suction on his cock made his toes curl. His mouth tormented Douglas, wringing searing pleasure after pleasure from his hard, aching dick.
He pushed his cock to the back of the man’s throat, waiting for his reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before retreating and fucking into him again. Douglas growled as he held the man in place and he fucked the world’s most perfect mouth.
“Fuck,” Douglas shouted, “don’t stop.”
Something possessive suddenly surged through Douglas as he gazed down into eyes as black as onyx stones. The man was staring back up at him, something unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He couldn’t even begin to say where the feeling was coming from.  
He just knew he needed it.
Whatever it was.
And then in a flash of a second, the image was as clear as day. He knew what he wanted—even if it didn’t make a damn bit of sense to him. “Bite me!”
Douglas felt the man’s momentary pause, and then something sharp sank into his cock, making arcs of electricity flare up from his groin. Pleasure built inside him, pooling in his balls and drawing them tight to his body.
Douglas held the man's head in a tight grip as he felt his orgasm approach. He thrust his hips towards the man's mouth, pumping furiously. Douglas screamed as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him and damn near brought him to his knees. He came, flooding the man’s mouth and throat with his release.  
Time had no meaning, just the pleasure-pain ripping through him. Douglas’s brain melted inside his skull, unable to process the twin sensations. He almost whimpered when the teeth left his cock and the man pulled away.
Douglas shuddered.
That same wave of possessiveness he had felt before swept through him again at the sight of the man still kneeling between his legs, licking his plush ruby red lips. Being a shifter himself, he knew that wolves tended to be a possessive lot. He had seen it often enough.
There was no way in hell that Douglas should feel anything for the man except that he had gotten his twenty bucks worth. He was a street walker, a man that made his living off of getting paid for sex. This was not a mate, or even a werewolf.
He wasn’t even human.
The fangs were a dead giveaway, although what a vampire was doing turning tricks was beyond Douglas. He didn’t know many vampires but the ones he had run into would never be caught dead in this part of town, let alone selling their bodies.
“Do you do this often?”
The man shrugged nonchalantly, pushing his dark espresso-colored hair back from one side of his face. “A guy has to eat.”
Douglas frowned, wishing he had just a little more money to give the vampire, even if he didn’t get sex in return. There was something really sad about someone having to sell themselves just to eat. True to their agreement, Douglas held out the twenty dollars he owed the guy.
“Thank you,” he said, feeling like his words of thanks were totally inadequate for the first class blow job he had just received.
“Anytime.” The man rose gracefully to his feet, shoving the twenty dollar bill into his pocket. The glossy sheen in the man’s dark eyes was gone, replaced with the look of someone that was content. Even his skin had taken on a healthier pinkish glow. “You know where to find me if you’re interested in more.”
Douglas was interested, very interested. He just didn’t know when he’d get another job that paid enough for him to afford more. “What’s your name?” He had to know. Why, he wasn’t sure. He just knew that he needed to know the man’s name. “Just in case I’m interested.”
The sexy little man thrust out a hip, his lips perking up into the cutest little smile Douglas had seen in a long time. “You can call me Jilly.”
“I’ll be back, Jilly.” Somehow, someway.
“I’ll be waiting, honey.”

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