Bloodline
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Loose Id Titles by Barbara Elsborg
BLOODLINE
Barbara Elsborg
www.loose-id.com
Bloodline
Copyright © April 2014 by Barbara Elsborg
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Chapter One
I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.
—Dr. Seuss
Inigo stepped out of the Tube station and took a deep breath of the night air. He didn’t actually need to breathe, but it made him feel more like those scurrying past him. Tonight he’d chosen Islington as his hunting ground, a London suburb that offered a better class of prey. Food here didn’t taste much different from that in the seedier areas but did generally smell better. He pulled his phone from his pocket and signed in to Grindr to choose his dinner.
The screen filled with a grid of pictures, including his—sort of—and he ran his gaze over them. He ignored those with no head shot. Why would anyone think posting a picture of a fluffy penguin or a droopy carrot was enticing? Unless you were into carrots or penguins.
He tapped on a couple of photos to check the profiles. No stated weight implied they were fat. No height suggested they were short. Neither of which should matter to him, but it did. He was picky. He disliked twinks because they looked too young, avoided daddies because they looked too old—which was an irony considering how old
he
was—and discounted otters because there was something about hairy, young guys that made him twitchy. His filters were for clean-cuts, jocks, and leather. None of which were his type either.
Do I have a type? Yeah, a clone of me
. He grinned. Actually, it would make his sex life so much easier. A guy who knew exactly what he liked without him having to tell him? Perfect. But since he didn’t have a clone, he’d stick to his cock GPS—Grindr.
According to the app, several men were closer to his location than the one who’d taken his fancy, but INEEDTOBEFUCKEDRIGHTNOW, who was dark-haired, round-faced, and blue-eyed, sounded eager and looked…tasty. Inigo typed in a message:
1870 feet and homing in.
He didn’t have to wait long for a response.
How do U know U’re homing in?
Walked around until U were nearer
, Inigo typed, which was a lie.
LOL. Where? Hard already.
Inigo tapped,
Outside Seven Bells.
He got there first and waited out of sight until the guy arrived, just in case he was a bullet-headed thug. But INEEDTOBEFUCKEDRIGHTNOW looked just like his photo, which made a change. The guy glanced around and took out his phone. Probably to determine Inigo’s location. No need. Zero feet away. Almost on top of him. He signed out of Grindr and stepped forward.
“Hi,” Inigo said at his ear.
The man’s squeak made Inigo sigh.
“Shit. You made me jump.”
Neither his squeak nor his smile charmed Inigo, but the snaggletooth did. His cock stirred against his zipper.
Hmm, dinner and sex? How kind. I’d love to.
“Wow.” INEEDTOBEFUCKEDRIGHTNOW blinked. “I love your eyeliner.”
“Thank you.” Applied by his sister and worn as a dare while they went for a walk. But he’d been turned, and it was now with him forever. Icy fingers squeezed his gut. If he continued thinking about his sister, he might as well forget the fuck.
“You look even better than your photo,” said his dinner.
Yes, well that was because it wasn’t his photo. Since neither camera nor mirror could capture his image, he’d digitally fixed someone else’s photo to resemble sketches of him done by a former lover.
The guy looked him up and down and swallowed hard. “
You
picked
me
?”
“Yep.” Inigo tried not to smile at the incredulity in his dinner’s voice.
“Sure your finger didn’t slip?”
“No.” This time he let the laugh out.
“Lucky me.”
Not really, though worse things can happen.
“I’m Ben,” the guy said.
Which slid off the tongue more easily than IWANTTOBEFUCKEDRIGHTNOW but was nowhere near as appealing.
“Inigo.”
The guy would have no memory of the meeting, so it didn’t matter that Inigo had given him his real name, and it saved having to remember a lie. Ben tucked in alongside him as he headed down the street.
“Where are we going?” Ben asked.
“I need a bite to eat first. Is that okay?”
“Sure.”
Inigo hid his smile. Once they were away from the bright lights of the high street and the number of pedestrians had fallen dramatically, he tugged his meal into the darkest doorway he could see. Judging by the litter and leaves, the entrance wasn’t used.
“Quick kiss?” He granted Ben his lopsided smile and almost felt the guy melt.
One brush against Ben’s bristly cheek with his lips and the guy slid his arms inside Inigo’s long black coat and clutched his back.
“Oh God,” Ben whispered. “Sure you need to eat first?”
No
, said his cock.
Ben clutched his butt and rocked into him, his dick as hard as Inigo’s. “We could go to my place.”
No time, sadly
. “Here’s perfect.”
“We might be seen.” The lust in Ben’s eyes told Inigo he was more excited than worried.
A hand settled over Inigo’s shaft and squeezed.
“Can I eat first?” Ben whispered.
Please
, said his cock.
Inigo didn’t stop Ben as he crouched down with his back to the door. If anyone glanced their way, Ben wouldn’t be seen and it would probably look as though Inigo was taking a leeeak—
ahhhh
. Ben had his zipper down and Inigo’s cock in his hand before he could complete the thought.
Lick, slurp, suck, flutter. Lick, slurp, suck, flutter
. Not much of a technique, but it was enough to fire him up. Inigo slid his fingers into Ben’s hair as his head bobbed over Inigo’s crotch.
Ah…slurp, flutter, lick, suck
. So he could manage some variation.
Do you mind?
snapped his cock.
You’re putting me off.
He really ought not to have conversations with his cock.
Don’t you dare ignore me!
yelled the organ in question.
Ben attempted to swallow all of him and almost choked. He was trying so hard, Inigo felt guilty not to be paying more attention. Why wasn’t he? He liked sex, so what was the problem?
You’re seriously pissing me off
, said his cock.
Us too
, said his balls.
Inigo forced himself to stop thinking and concentrate on sensation, and his balls tingled. Too few moments later, he stiffened and came, spurting into the guy’s mouth. Frustrating. Apart from a brief surge of relief, he felt no satisfaction.
Speak for yourself
, said his cock and balls.
He zipped up as Ben rose to his feet.
“That was…” Inigo smiled.
Boring? Average? Disappointing?
“Lovely.”
He pulled Ben into his arms, dropped his mouth to a slightly spotty neck, and nipped gently. His brain was screaming at him to feed, but his fangs had a mind of their own.
Get the fuck out, you wankers! You’re no pickier than my cock, so what’s the fucking problem? I’m the supreme predator, top of the food chain, so bloody well do as you’re told
. An involuntary hiss escaped when they slid into place. As Ben’s blood sang louder and louder, Inigo’s mouth began to water and cells hummed in anticipation.
Inigo bit down, and the rush was instant. As the explosive taste of AB negative—a pleasant surprise—poured into him, he was infused with an exhilarating buzz. He could almost feel his body regenerating, his blood cells plumping up like rosy-cheeked babies. Ben had tensed at the entry of his fangs but now clung to him, breathing heavily into his shoulder, grinding his cock against Inigo’s leg and moaning.
Fuck, he is so tasty
. Only six in a thousand people in the UK were AB negative. Ben was definitely going on his favorites list. Inigo sucked harder but didn’t take more than he should. He wasn’t a killer. Not of mortals anyway. Vampires didn’t last long if they drained their victims. The Council was quick to clamp down on any behavior that might tip off authorities some make-believe monster had suddenly turned real.
One final slurp and with a swipe of his tongue, he sealed the puncture wounds on Ben’s neck and whispered in his ear, “All you’ll remember is that VAMPBOY gave you the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
