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covered Jared’s with a kiss that seared itself upon his flesh with an intensity he would carry in his memory for all time.

Michael and Andrew pulled Jared to his feet, Andrew’s clothes seemed to shimmer, then disappear, and the three of them embraced, arms encircling one another’s naked bodies, lips nuzzling at each other’s flesh, the thrill of it like nothing Jared had ever known before.

Innately, he knew he should offer Andrew his blood, and without a word, he arched his neck under the vampire’s questing lips. Again, the bite brought exquisitely combined pain and pleasure, and Jared felt a heated rush envelope his body, pooling in his groin, filling him with an almost unbearable desire. His erection throbbed against Andrew’s thigh. Michael knelt before him and Jared’s body bucked and trembled as his cock was taken into the warmth of Michael’s mouth.

Andrew licked and sealed the wounds on Jared’s neck then took his lips in another long and deeply erotic kiss that had Jared gasping into the vampire’s mouth, yet willing it to never end. Their tongues danced and tussled, their breath mingled, the vampire’s sweet and spicy, intoxicating. Andrew’s hands ran the length of Jared’s spine, caressing the smooth warm skin. He cupped Jared’s buttocks, his fingers slipping into the cleft, teasing the moist hole until Jared breathed his entreaty, “Yes, fuck me…”

While Michael’s clever tongue continued to bring Jared ever closer to the brink of release, Andrew slipped behind Jared, parted his ass cheeks, then pushed inside him. What should have been white hot agony without some form of lubrication was instead a breathtaking ecstasy, so intense Jared’s guttural cry of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

His head fell back onto Andrew’s shoulder, his lips seeking Andrew’s mouth for yet another soul searing kiss. Andrew held him, his arms around Jared’s chest while he slowly, with long measured strokes, thrust in and out of Jared’s pulsing hole.

Jared had never experienced so many incredible sensations at once. This was not the first time he’d had sex with two men at the same time, but these men, these vampires took him to a threshold of rapture he had never believed possible. Their scent, their taste, the feel of their magnificent bodies overwhelmed him, and he gave himself up to their power—he was theirs to do with him what they willed. He gasped as he felt yet another climax build inside him. Liquid heat poured through his blood. His eyes rolled back, and he thought he might just soar to the heavens in their arms. With one hand, he raked Michael’s hair, with the BLOOD LURE

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other he cupped Andrew’s ass, pulling him ever deeper, if indeed it was possible, inside himself.

Again, his cries filled the room, and he came in great body-wrenching spasms, his seed filling Michael’s mouth at the same instant he felt the burning heat of Andrew’s semen surge inside him. He thought he might just fall to the floor, a weak and limp pile of flesh, but the vampires’ strong arms supported him, crushed him between their bodies, their lips scouring his sweating skin. For a long moment they remained locked together, the only sound, that of Jared’s rasping breath.

Finally, Michael’s deep, soft voice broke the silence. “Shall we reward him now?”

Against the skin on the nape of his neck Jared felt Andrew’s lips move as he smiled at his brother. “He deserves it as no other ever has.”

“Reward?” Jared could barely push the word from his lips.

“Given to very few. But you, Jared, you have touched what is left of our souls.”

He watched as Andrew bit deep into his wrist then presented the bleeding wound to Jared.

“Drink from us and be forever bound by our love and loyalty.”

He hesitated for a moment, then cautiously licked at the dark red liquid flowing from Andrew’s wrist. The pungent, spicy taste was like nothing else, not even the finest wine.

Greedily, he lapped at the blood, gripping Andrew’s hand, sucking long and hard, revelling in the sweetly sensuous waves of rapture that coursed through his body, until with a gently murmured, “Enough for now…”Andrew removed his wrist from Jared’s mouth. Jared, dizzied by the rich potency of Andrew’s blood, was only dimly aware that Michael now offered him the same gift. This time he did not hesitate, but latched onto Michael’s bleeding flesh with a gusto that had both vampires chuckling with delight.

“You belong to us now,” Andrew whispered, before kissing Jared’s bloody lips. Jared returned the kiss with a fervency instilled in him by the powerful blood of the vampire brothers. He turned to Michael who claimed his mouth, and Jared’s mind was filled with the thought that nothing else he could ever experience in his life would eclipse the memory of this thrilling encounter.

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Los Angeles: Present day

The vampire hungered. His senses flared at the scent of blood—human blood, close by, very, very
close, coming nearer. In the shadows he waited, still and silent as one of the many statues in the Piazza
Fortuna, ready to strike, to take that which he needed in order to survive.

Footsteps clacked on the cobbled street—the sound came to him after the scent. His body
tensed, his long-nailed fingers stretched in readiness. A shadow fell in front of him, elongated at first,
growing smaller as the human approached. A soft whimper of anticipation escaped the vampire’s
throat and his snake-like tongue slid over his lips—soon, soon he would feed again. The rich, potent
blood of the human would fill his mouth, renew his strength, give him reason and purpose to continue.

Now! Like a wraith appearing from the darkness, the vampire sprang, winding his arms
around his prey, his fangs poised to strike. The man he imprisoned was young and comely with long
blond hair, his body compact and virile. His only slightly startled blue eyes stared back into the
vampire’s dark, hypnotic gaze. With a strength that took the vampire by surprise, the young man
wrenched himself from the unbidden embrace.

“Vampire,” he said, stepping back, a cold smile touching his lips. “You have chosen unwisely
this night.”

A growl escaped the vampire’s gaping mouth—a growl that changed to a groan, then to a
shriek, as, with the speed of someone endowed with supernatural powers, the fair-haired man plunged
a wooden stake through the vampire’s heart.

“Die, vampire, die,” the man chanted, gloating as the vampire’s face began to dissolve, his
fangs falling from his mouth, bones melting, what little blood left in him turning to a brownish powder
that was swept away by the sudden breeze that had sprung up around them.

“So die all vampires,” the blond-haired man said, laughing as he leered into the camera.

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“Oh, wow…” As the screen credits rolled, Joey Ryan turned to the young guy sitting next to him in the movie house and grinned. “Was that the worst vampire movie ever made, or what?”

Joey, expecting at least a nod of agreement, was surprised when the guy, whom he didn’t actually know, glared at him and said, “I thought it was pretty good!”

He stood and stalked towards the exit as though Joey had insulted him personally, instead of his taste in vampire movies. Joey sighed and slumped back in his seat, unwilling for the moment to get up and leave, even though he knew the cleaners would be coming through to pick up after the crowd left.

Not much of a crowd to be sure. The movie was a total bomb. A wry smile lifted the corners of his lips as he thought of how his best buddy Chris and he would have giggled all the way through the dreck he’d just watched. Another sigh, and he lurched to his feet, hands deep in his pockets as he made his way to the exit.

He missed Chris. True, he had other friends, but none of them enjoyed going to horror movies, and very few of them seemed to have the same sense of humour he and Chris had shared. Chris and Joey had been buds since junior high, two gay boys supporting each other when the ‘fag baiting’ got rough. Together, they’d faced the ugliness some of the kids at school were only too capable of.

In his late teens and early twenties, Joey had shown some bad judgement in his choice of boyfriends, and Chris had always been there to supply the shoulder for Joey to cry on, along with the advice that he should start being ‘a tad more choosy’.

Well, Chris would be proud of him now. Not only had he vowed to be ‘a tad more choosy’, he’d decided to give up on the boyfriend scene altogether for the foreseeable future.

Celibacy wasn’t a word he was used to, but maybe it was time to give it a go. He had more serious things to think about right now.

This was another, even more personal, reason he missed Chris.

He missed him for the support he knew Chris would give him when he found out his father had recently been diagnosed with dementia. That had been rough, especially for his mom who refused to have his dad committed to a home, saying she would take care of him until the day he died.

His dad had always been a little off the wall, thoroughly believing in the supernatural, in ghosts and vampires, and things that went bump in the night. Chris and Joey had loved it BLOOD LURE

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when he would go off on one of his flights of fancy, regaling them with lurid tales of stuff they knew wasn’t true, but that curled their hair and their toes anyway. Strange thing was, he would never go to see a horror movie with them, no matter how many times they asked him to.

“Who needs that make-believe crap when I’ve seen the real thing with my own eyes?”

he would say, much to the boys’ amusement.

Now it looked like his dad was deteriorating more quickly than the doctors had predicted. According to his mother, his father’s out-loud ramblings had become more frequent.

Joey had promised her he would visit at the weekend. He only wished Chris was around to go with him.

Damn it, Chris, why do you have to keep flying off to the Continent or South America with your
boyfriend all the freaking time?

Joey couldn’t help but to admit to himself if he had a wealthy boyfriend who looked like Carlos Galeano, and who wanted to fly him around the world, he wouldn’t give a toss for anyone else’s feelings either. No, wait, that wasn’t fair. Chris had told Joey on several occasions how he wished he could include him in his and Carlos’ travel plans, but as they were usually business trips, it just wasn’t practical.

He’d only met Carlos twice—the man was always so darned busy—and on both occasions Joey had been totally charmed by the handsome Spaniard with the mesmerising golden brown eyes.

Joey had never seen eyes like that on any other man, had never seen another man’s eyes glow like Carlos’—nor had he known any other man to look at him the way Carlos looked at Chris. They were so in love, and Joey was happy for his friend. He’d be even happier if
he
could meet someone as great as Carlos. But then, he would have to give up his vow of celibacy…

His cell jangled in his pocket as he exited the movie complex. After glancing at the ID

screen he answered, “Hey, Jack, what’s up?”

“Me’n’ Lorenzo are over at the Blue Moon. Wanna join us for quick drink? Only we can’t stay late, Lorenzo has an early morning business meeting.”

“Sure, sounds good. I’ll see you there.” Joey was glad of the invitation, hoping it would dispel the depression that had so quickly settled on him. One of the reasons he’d gone to see BLOOD LURE

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the vampire flick was in the hope it would help put him in a better frame of mind. Too bad it hadn’t worked!

The Blue Moon, situated on Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood, was the bar that generations of gay men had regarded as a home from home. Even in these days of internet dating, it still remained a popular spot, considered a safe meeting place for guys hooking up on the ‘net’. It also boasted some of the hottest men in town among its clientele.

Chris had told Joey he’d met Carlos in the Blue Moon. Good enough reason to keep going there. Not that he was going to have his head turned by any of the eye candy on parade.

After all, he could still go to a gay bar and not be tempted—couldn’t he?

Jack and Lorenzo were friends Joey had made during their first year in LA. They’d all been on a business management training course together, had hit it off immediately, and Joey had introduced them to Chris. The four of them had been tight—actually, Jack and Lorenzo had become very tight, now celebrating their third year together as lovers. And now Chris was gone so much, Joey had been glad of the couple’s company on more than one occasion.

He gave the handsome pair a wave as he entered the bar. They had secured a table, and a tall vodka martini, Joey’s favourite drink, was waiting for him when he sat down.

“Hey, guys. Thanks for asking me to join you.”

“How’s your dad?” Jack asked.

“Pretty much the same. I’m going up to visit my folks at the weekend.”

“Well, give him and your mom our love, won’t you?”

“Sure will.”

“Where were you when we called?” Lorenzo asked. “At home?”

“No, I went to see that new vampire movie,
The Darkness,
at the multi-plex. I was really looking forward to it, but it was kinda bad.”

“You and your horror flicks,” Jack said, chuckling. “You must miss Chris’s company when you go to those things. Can’t stand ‘em myself.”

“Some are really good.” Joey could hear himself sounding slightly defensive. “But I can’t deny this one was pretty terrible.”

Lorenzo shook his head sadly. “You need a boyfriend.”

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Joey took a long sip of his martini, then paused to appreciate the flavour of the good vodka. “I’ve kinda sworn off boyfriends and dating for a while. Don’t faint, but I’m gonna go for celibate.”