BEAUTIFUL BÉLA By Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen
Phanta City 1
Coming February 27th, 2014
Count Vladimir Dracul never suspected that the human
he found hiding in his stables would change his life and the way he saw the
world. But once he found Béla, Vlad couldn’t give him up. Fighting prejudices
against humans, a vampire Count wanting his blood donor back, and a threat from
an old enemy seem like small battles compared to the one he has to fight to win
Béla’s heart
Béla
was terrified of the vampire that found him and decided to keep him. His
experience with vampires has never been good so he had no reason to trust Vlad,
even if he wanted to. But when his former owner comes looking for him, Béla has
to find the courage to save the one man that has come to mean more to him than
his freedom.
With
the help of a few crazy friends, a werewolf mob boss, and two insane brothers,
Vlad and Béla just might have a chance at happiness…if the Ministry of
Paranormal Affairs doesn’t get to them first.
STORY EXCERPT
Count Vladimir Dracul
tilted his head a minute inch as the scent of leather and hay filled his lungs.
He scanned the interior of his stables for the source of the soft thudding he
could hear. The rapid beat called to him, enticing him to hunt it down like
prey to a predator.
But the beat was
unfamiliar, no scent to go with it to identify the cause. Vlad couldn’t even
hone in on a thought pattern. It was as if that which he hunted was just out of
his reach, teasing him…taunting him.
“Boris, all is well in
the stables?” Vlad’s fingers smoothed over the long neck of his favorite
stallion as he turned to look at his stable master. “My horses are all in good
working form? No illness or anything?”
“Oh yes, my lord.”
Boris’s ruddy cheeks wobbled as he spoke and nodded at the same time. “Your
horses are in the best of shape, sire, couldn’t be better.”
“Hmm.” Vlad glanced
toward the back of the stables once more, positive that was the direction the
heartbeat came from. He stepped away from his horse, wondering why the beast
wasn’t concerned over the slight disturbance Vlad could feel in the air. It
made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He started toward the
rear of the stable, his steps slow and measured, his head slanted to the side
to catch the slightest sound of movement. Strangely enough, there was none,
just the soft, but persistent beat of someone’s heart.
When Vlad neared the back wall, he
pinpointed exactly where the heartbeat was located. He shook his head and
pursed his lips. In the far back corner was a stack of hay bales. There was
nothing unusual in that. Vlad was standing in a stable, after all.
What was starting to alarm Vlad—no
easy feat considering he was the prince of his coven—was the fact that one of
the hay bales was moving. Vlad stared at it in bewilderment, watching little
bits of straw dislodge and float to the ground.
When curiosity—and the cold chill
starting to creep up his back—became too much, Vlad reached over and pushed the
hay bale, using all of his inhuman strength to send it flying. What he found
behind the hay bale made Vlad's mind race.
A creature, covered in mud and grime
and torn clothing…and little bits of hay, scurried toward the corner as he
hissed at Vlad like a feral cat. Vlad stood to his full height of six foot one,
not huge but enough to intimidate the little creature cowering in front of him.
“Who are you and what are you doing
in my stables?” Vlad asked, baring his fangs.
Vlad wasn’t positive until the little
thing tried to race past him what he was dealing with but the panicked
emerald-green eyes told the story. Vlad swung his arm out and caught the guy
around the waist to prevent his escape.
He immediately knew that might not
have been his best choice when the creature started biting and scratching every
bit of skin he could reach. Vlad wrapped both arms around the little spitfire
in a protective hug, trying not to hurt the creature but keep himself from
being hurt as well.
“Restrain yourself!” Vlad snapped as
he shook the man in his arms. Vlad’s eyebrows shot up when the guy went as limp
as a dishrag.
He didn’t trust the quick compliance.
Vlad’s eyes darted around the stable
until they landed on a saddle blanket hanging over the edge of one of the
stable doors. He carried his capture to the hay that had scattered over the
floor when he flung it out of the way. Vlad gently laid the creature down then
went to grab the blanket.
Vlad heard the faintest rustle of
straw and spun before he took a step. Vlad's surprise gave the creature enough
time to dart across the room. He squatted down and pressed himself back against
the wall as if trying to make himself the smallest possible target.
Vlad moved as well, putting himself
between the scared little thing and the door. Despite his concern for the fear
he could see in the man’s deep-green eyes, Vlad knew letting him leave was the
last thing he should do. Taking a slow step backward until he could reach over
and grab the horse blanket, Vlad tossed the scratchy material at the intruder.
“You appear cold.” Hell, the creature
looked downright frozen. The man’s skin held a pale blue tint that worried
Vlad. While Vlad could hear the man’s heart beating at a rapid pace, his chest
was rising and falling so quickly he looked ready to pass out.
And what would Vlad do with an
unconscious human?
At least, he smelled human.
Sort of.
The sad little thing smelled like a
whole lot of other stuff too, stuff that reeked. Vlad really didn’t want to get
too close. Although, as he glanced down at himself, he realized that his brief
encounter had gotten dirt and grime smeared on his crisp, clean clothes. Vlad
smelled like a dung heap, which meant the human was a hundred times worse.
Vlad motioned with his hand for the human to come
toward him. “Follow me. We both could use a bath and I will find some food for
you.”
Wide panicked eyes just stared at
him.
Vlad gestured again.
The terror already swimming in the
man’s eyes grew the moment Vlad moved forward. The creature's eyes darted
wildly around the small space, and Vlad knew the human was looking for an
escape route. And Vlad knew the moment the little thing realized he had to move
around Vlad to gain his freedom.
For a fraction of a second, the man’s
shoulders slumped as if he was resigning himself for the fight to come, but
then he seemed to bolster himself. Vlad cocked an eyebrow when thinly developed
muscles tensed.
Did the little human actually think
he could beat a vampire?
Did he have a death wish?
ADULT EXCERPT
“Bela not share Vlad?” Clearly it was
a question and not a statement. Béla wasn’t brave enough to make it a
statement.
“I should hope not!”
Béla was so overcome with joy that he
grabbed Vlad’s face between his hands and kissed the vampire. It wasn’t until
he felt Vlad’s tongue brush against his own that he realized what he had done,
and he slowly pulled back, watching Vlad’s reaction carefully.
“Don’t stop now, Béla,” Vlad said
with a grin. “That was just getting interesting.”
Never before had Béla even considered taking such
liberties. He had never wanted to. Sex had been nothing more than grunting and
mounting. It was Vlad who had taught him that sex could be tender, not rough.
Taking in a deep breath, Béla leaned up and closed his eyes, brushing his lips
over Vlad's the same way the vampire had done to him.
"Béla." Vlad's voice was a mere whisper,
but held so much passion, so much fire that Béla threw caution to the wind and
grabbed tufts of hair, pulling Vlad closer. Vlad's breath skimmed across Béla's
cheek before Béla closed the distance, pushing his tongue inside the man's
mouth.
Vlad let out a low groan, the razor clattering to
the sink as Vlad wrapped his arms around Béla's body. The shaving cream smeared
between their faces, but Béla was too lost in the aching need coursing through
his body to care. The only thing he cared about was being in Vlad's arms.
"I need you, my beautiful Béla."
A shiver of sensual heat had Béla moaning in
agreement. His cock was a wedge of hard steel, straining in his pants as he
opened his mouth to say, "Béla need Vlad."
Vlad licked at his lower lip, his hands gripping
Béla's hips tightly. A sharp breath exhaled from Béla's lungs at not only the
sensation of Vlad's erection poking him in his side, but at the heat he could
see scorching the man's eyes.
Vlad's tongue trailed down Béla's neck, making Béla
arch back, letting out a low moan. There was nothing so sexy, so completely
filled with driving lust and sensual excitement as the man kissing his way
across Béla's throat.
His breathing became ragged when Vlad pulled away
and spun Béla around yanking Béla's pants down to his ankles. He could have
sworn he hear an animalist growl fall from Vlad's lips.
He was bent over the counter with his ass pushed out
and his hard cock jutting between his legs. Béla heard Vlad's zipper lower, and
then the man grabbed Béla's hips.
Vlad's hands were shaking.
Béla had never been more turned on in his life. His
body ached to be filled, to feel Vlad's hard cock pounding deep in his ass.
"Hard and fast, Béla," Vlad panted as his
fingers dug deep into Béla's hips. "Brace yourself.”
Béla groaned as Vlad's cock sank into his ass. His
head spun and his pulse raced as his skin stretched wide. Béla's lips parted as
small, panting noises escaped.
Vlad had the best dick in the world. It wasn't too
big, wasn't too small. It fit perfectly inside Bela's ass, filling every inch
of him until he wanted to scream out his pleasure. He opened his eyes and
looked into the mirror, seeing the sexual haze in Vlad's red eyes. A course of
lust shot through Béla groin, making his cock throb with his heartbeat as
Vlad's fangs became prominent.
Béla had to slap his hands against the tiled sink
backdrop to keep from sliding forward as Vlad slammed into him from behind. The
hands digging into his hips only added to the pleasure rocketing through Béla.
The scent in the air was wild, untamed, and pulled
at Béla's heart. He had gone from hating vampires to loving Vlad to the depth
of his soul. Pushing his legs further apart, Béla damn near climbed onto the
counter, wanting to feel Vlad go deeper.
"You are truly a beautiful creature," Vlad
said as he scrapped his fangs along the nape of Béla's neck. "So
exquisite."
"Vlad, please," Béla groaned as he reached
back with one hand and wrapped his arm around Vlad's neck. He wanted to feel
Vlad's fangs sink into his flesh. He wanted to be claimed again.
Béla cried out when Vlad's teeth sank into his neck.
His cock jerked once then painted the front of the counter with copious amounts
of cum. Pleasure inflamed Béla until spots danced in front of his eyes.
"Béla!" Vlad shouted as his thrusts grew
faster, deeper.
Béla grunted as he felt pulse after pulse of Vlad's
release filled his ass. There was nothing else on earth like knowing he had
brought his vampire pleasure. It was a heady feeling, a powerful feeling.
