Wolf Creek Pack 11
Samuel Erickson, a human and former blood slave, hates vampires with a vengeance. He doesn’t trust a single blood sucker, except for maybe Sully, the vampire that saved him. But trusting someone and giving in to the desire that burns within every time he’s around the handsome vampire are two distinctly different things. When their lives are threatened and they have to fight side by side just to stay alive, the hatred Samuel harbors seems less important.
Sully Buckley, a vampire, despises humans just as much as Samuel hates vampires. Nothing good could ever come of their association. Sully has been telling himself this since he first set eyes on the frightened human. To his dismay, he was finding it harder to remember those reasons the more time he spent with Samuel.
Despite the issues between them, nothing can prevent Sully from running to the rescue when they are attacked by soldiers sent by Samuel’s father. When betrayal comes from within their ranks, Sully knows he has to put aside his hatred and fight for his mate or lose him forever, and he desperately wants forever and a day.
Samuel Erickson glanced up when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. He wasn’t surprised when the door opened a moment later, even if he didn’t invite anyone in, and Sully walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Sully looked over at him for a moment then stepped over to the wall next to the door and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
Samuel could almost predict what the vampire would do. Sullivan Buckley had been coming into his room almost every night for nearly three months. The only time he didn’t show was when he was on a mission for his prince—another vampire.
Sully would search the room until he saw Samuel and then slide down the wall to sit on the floor next to the door. He usually brought a book or something to read, sometimes his iPad.
Sully stopped trying to get Samuel to talk after the first week.
Samuel still couldn’t figure out why the vampire continued to come every night when he knew Samuel hated vampires. He loathed them. Every damn last one of them needed to be staked through the heart, slowly. Several times. Then maybe burned at the stake or drawn and quartered.
Well, maybe not all of them, but most of them. His brother Danny was mated to a vampire. Prince Dominic Xavier Lucian Ruelle seemed somewhat okay. He made Danny happy and kept him safe. Samuel was grateful for that. The danger they were in on a daily basis from their psychotic monster of a father never seemed to lessen.
Maybe that was why Sully visited every night.
“Why are you here?” Samuel needed to know. He was no longer afraid of Sully, for the most part anyway. He still got a little nervous around the vampire. Despite the fact that Sully had rescued him from a life of hell as a blood slave and never made a single threatening move toward him, the man was still a vampire. He still drank blood to survive. Having been a blood slave for several months, Samuel could honestly say that it was something he never wanted to experience again in his life.
Sully’s eyebrows were raised as if the man was shocked to hear Samuel speak. “You sleep better when I’m here.”
Well, that much was true. Samuel woke up screaming in the night if Sully wasn’t there. When Samuel had been a blood slave, the nighttime had been made of nightmares even when he was awake. That was when the vampires would come for him, after the sun set.
Samuel didn’t remember any of his nightmares, and for that he was thankful. But he knew they were bad. He woke screaming, and drenched in a cold sweat. It took hours to calm down and feel like his heart wasn’t going to jump out of his chest.
Sully’s presence made him feel like he could breathe.
“Did you feed today?”
Sully’s dark eyebrow went up, just one of them. “You know I did.”
Samuel reached down and rubbed his stomach when it clenched. He tried to understand that vampires needed blood to survive but he just didn’t understand it. It was gross and terrible and humiliating.
Everyone tried to convince Samuel that it wasn’t a horrible act, that they weren’t forcing some poor soul to bleed for them. Samuel didn’t believe a word of it. He had seen how vampires fed. He had experienced the excruciating pain involved with being a blood slave. No one was going to convince him that it didn’t hurt or make him wish he was dead. Not even the vampire that chased his nightmares away.
“Is he alive?”
Sully’s dark eyes rolled, a smirk twisting his lips. “She is fine.”
Samuels gut tightened as Sully’s words scraped over his skin like a razorblade. He knew enough from eavesdropping on conversations and the things Sully said to know the man was straight as they came. He even preferred his blood donors to be female.
Samuel turned back toward the window. His thoughts were jumbled, sporadic. He was having a hard time pulling one together enough to have a complete thought. It shouldn’t have bothered him that Sully was straight, and yet it did. The man was a vampire. Despite what Danny said, Samuel knew nothing could ever come of the draw he felt toward Sully.
Hell, Samuel didn’t even know what the draw was. Just that it was there. His heart always beat a little faster until he saw Sully, his stomach knotting until the vampire was in the room with him. He felt…something when Sully was around.
Safe, and yet afraid at the very same time.
His feelings toward Sully were confusing. He anticipated the vampire’s arrival in his room like the coming of the sun. And yet, the only way he could truly think of Sully was by not thinking of him as vampire. He didn’t really think of Sully as human, either. It was readily apparent to anyone looking at the physically imposing man that he wasn’t human. There was something feral about him, an uncivilized edge.
It was as attractive as it was terrifying.
Samuel’s entire body seized painfully as a series of loud pops sounded from somewhere outside of his room. The brash bangs were quickly followed by an earsplitting scream and several voices raised in volume.
Sully was on his feet and pulling the door open before Samuel barely got turned around. “Stay here!” Sully ordered as he hurried out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Samuel pulled the edges of his blanket up to his chin. The sounds of violence were growing louder, more dangerous. They were growing closer.
His heart pounded faster with each sound he heard, the fear building inside of him started to make his chest ache. Samuel jumped up and ran across the room, turning the lock on his door. It might not keep anyone out, but it would slow them down some.
Sully tugged hard at the waistband of Samuel’s pants, and the buttons gave way. He pushed them down Samuel’s legs until the man could step out of them. With nothing beneath but skin, it was easy for Sully to cup Samuel’s cock, stroke him, make him want and need.
He slid Samuel’s shirt up farther, pulling it up and over Samuel’s head. Samuel raised his arms and allowed Sully to undress him. He tossed the shirt aside and then he ran his hands down Samuel’s chest, his thumbs playing at Samuel’s beautiful brown-hued nipples.
Sully’s fingers tightened, squeezing the tight little buds, rolling them between his fingertips. Samuel bucked against him, pressing his chest harder into Sully’s hands. It was the most erotic thing Sully had ever seen.
He stood there, swallowing hard.
Samuel might not know he was doing it, but Sully was fully aware of the lust filling Samuel’s eyes. Sully watched them darken as he ran his hands over Samuel’s stomach, and then traveled down to his thighs, his fingers grazing over Samuel’s hypersensitive skin.
“So pretty,” he whispered as Samuel spread his legs apart, giving Sully all the room he needed. Sully leaned forward, inhaling Samuel’s sweet scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the raw aroma of man. The scent rushed into Sully in a wave of intoxication.
He could feel small pants of Samuel’s breath tickling his cheek. It was coming out raggedly, softly though. Then Samuel groaned. Pure raw need slammed into Sully at the needy sound.
Sully tugged at Samuel’s cheek until their mouths were only an inch apart, and then moved in to capture Samuel’s lips. He shuddered and then nipped Samuel on his bottom lip. Sully’s body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in him reaching for the hot draw of Samuel’s lips and the moist wash of his tongue.
Samuel tasted so damn good. Eagerly, Samuel’s tongue mated with his, the spicy taste of man making Sully grow harder. Samuel clung to Sully’s shoulders, leaning up into the kiss.
Sully’s teeth grazed Samuel’s lower lip. Samuel bit back, sharp, almost painful, drawing a few drops of blood. The erotic gesture only aroused Sully more. One moment the kiss was all soft and gentle. The next, it was pure, raw sex.
“Sully, please,” Samuel breathlessly begged against his lips.
Sully leaned back and stared down at Samuel. The man’s mouth was hanging slightly open, soft little moans filling the air. Samuel’s breath was catching, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Sully quickly grabbed the tube of lube from his pocket and tore it open. He couldn’t explain why he had started carrying it all those months ago when he found Samuel, but he was grateful he had.
He lathered up his fingers before reaching around Samuel and pushing one into the man’s ass up to the knuckle. The only things coming from Samuel were groans and whimpers, his fingers opening and closing as they clenched at Sully’s shoulders.
Two fingers pushed through the tight ring of muscles, eliciting a deep groan from Samuel. After a moment, Sully slid another finger in, driving all three in and out of the gorgeous little human. Sully pulled his fingers free and opened his pants, pushing them down his thighs. He applied a liberal amount of lube to the length of his cock until he reached the head.
“S–Sully,” Samuel stammered when Sully spun him around to face the wall.
Sully pulled Samuel’s ass cheeks apart. His hips involuntarily hitched at the sight of that little puckered hole twinkling up at him. He shuddered and pressed the head of his cock against that sweet hole. Exhaling slowly, Sully pushed forward, breaching Samuel’s tight entrance. He could feel the head of his cock pop past the ring of muscles, squeezing him like a vise grip.
“That’s it, Sammy love,” Sully crooned as he pushed in the rest of the way, inch by slow inch. His head dropped back at the sheer pleasure sizzling through his veins and making them feel as though they were on fire. Sully was lost in the feeling Samuel was drawing out of him.
“You feel so damn good.” He gazed down at Samuel. “Are you ready, Samuel?” Sully asked as he began to move inside Samuel, slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then pushing back in.
“Harder, Sully. Make me feel you,” Samuel pleaded as he raised his lower body into the thrusts, giving Sully a deeper penetration.
The next time Sully pulled back, he slammed forward. Waves of indescribable ecstasy washed over him as Samuel’s tight ass welcomed him. Sully began to thrust harder, and soon he was ramming his cock hard and deep. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Sully could die that very second and know that he had visited heaven already.