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Now the seduction was on full force in those eyes. “Do you want

to have sex with me?”

Andrew yanked his face away, his wrists struggling against the

chains that bound them behind his back. “No!”

He hadn’t meant for his response to come out so shocked like that.  But really, he hadn’t expected the question. Vampires used their charm ability to make other people more compliant to their wishes, and while they were known to do so on werewolves, never had  Andrew ever heard of a vampire using it to actually have sex with a werewolf.

Werewolves were beneath vampires. At least the vampires thought so. Andrew thought all vampires were full of shit.

This vampire in front of him was just out of his mind.

“Don’t you?”

Andrew jerked back, falling on his back and his hands, when the vampire wrapped his hand round Andrew’s cock.

Fuck, that hurt! His hands throbbed from the stupid move he'd pulled, but Andrew just used the pain to add a little extra fuel to the snarl he sent to the vampire still kneeling above him.

“Don’t touch me.”

Please, touch me
.

This wasn’t right. He should be able to fight this better. Attraction or no, it wasn’t all consuming if the mind was strong enough, and  Andrew didn’t think he had a weak mind.

Christ, why couldn’t he fight this, then?

The vampire wet his lips, and Andrew bit back a small moan at the brief sight of that tongue. He wanted to kiss that mouth of his.

“I’ll make you a deal,” said the vampire lord. “Take me to bed, and I will set you free.”

“What?”

“Take me to bed”—the vampire pointed his long finger over to the  king-size bed in the center of the room—“and I will set you free.”

Andrew looked from the bed, and then back to the vampire, then

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the bed, and then the vampire again. Andrew could think of so many  ways he wanted to fuck the man above him. He was out of his mind.  “You’re serious?”

The vampire nodded. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“That is not your concern.”

No kidding, and why the hell did Andrew care about the why part anyway? All he cared about was the fact that this vampire had just offered Andrew something he desperately wanted. To get off inside of the man. There was no way that “take me to bed” could really mean that Andrew was the one expected to take it. No, this vampire wanted to be fucked.

Well, why not deliver on that?

“Kind of hard for me to take anything to bed with my hands behind my back.”

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Chapter Two

Prince Vladimir Belekoff untied the werewolf. He could feel the

proud heartbeat of the dog even though he wasn’t touching his chest.  It just seemed to pulse all throughout his body, even strongly  vibrating down his wrists.

The werewolf rubbed his wrists, and as he stood, Vlad quickly  rose to his feet as well.

They stared at each other, and this was the time when the wolf would either do as Vlad asked him or flee the room. Aside from the

two men Vlad had posted, there were no other guards, and if he chose  to run, Vlad would let him go.

The werewolf was neither running, attacking Vlad, or doing as he  was asked. He was still staring at Vlad. His gray eyes were intense  with the kind of longing Vlad had only ever seen on one other face.

The guards must have been using some of their charm abilities on  him, because the first time Vlad had looked at him, the werewolf had  demanded that he stop using his power over him. Vlad hadn’t done a  thing.

Finally, the wolf spoke. “How do you want to do this?”

What did he mean
 
how?
 
“I was under the impression there was

only one way to fornicate.”

The werewolf rolled his eyes. “Get on the bed. On your hands and  knees. Do you want the robe on or off?”

Vlad didn’t need to think about it, and he was already shifting his  shoulders, shrugging out of the heavy robe. “Off would be  preferable.”

Although it galled him to be ordered around so casually, he

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allowed himself to be led to the bed. The werewolf practically threw

him down on the duvet.

“You can show a little more care than that, wolf,” Vlad snapped.  “I am used to far more respect than this.”

“Don’t care,” said the wolf, gripping Vlad by the hips and  spinning him around. “On your knees.”

Oh yes, the guards had most definitely been teasing this wolf,  otherwise he wouldn’t be so desperate to fuck like this.

Vlad would handle it. This was exactly what he’d wanted, and he  intended to get it, regardless of what Boris said.

He clenched his teeth, groaning in surprise when he felt the wet  mouth of the werewolf touching his pucker.

What in the hell was he doing?

“There’s…ah”―Vlad gripped the sheets, puncturing the duvet

with his fingernails―“lubrication in the drawer.” He'd thought far  enough ahead to prepare for the event, at any rate.

Perhaps the wolf didn’t hear him, because he didn’t stop, and Vlad  was enjoying himself far too much to care. He began pushing back  against the intruding tongue, and the werewolf grabbed him by the  hips again, stalling his movements.

“Hold still,” the were said when Vlad released a disappointed  whine.

“Yes! Yes, just do not stop!” Vlad commanded. No one had ever  touched his hole quite like that before, and he wanted much more of  it.

The were smirked at him before dipping his head back to the matter at hand. Had Vlad been in the right frame of mind, he would have been humiliated with how obscenely he moaned.

Oh, having a werewolf brought to him on the cusp of a full moon had been the most magnificent idea Vlad had ever had! Why none of his kind had ever thought to do this before, Vlad would never understand.

His balls became heavy between his legs, and as much as he

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wished to reach down and grip his cock, stroking himself until  completion, he didn’t dare move one of his hands lest he fall onto his  face.

He didn’t even hear the drawer to his nightstand opening, but he recognized the sensation of a finger, slick with lubricant, replacing that wonderful mouth and pushing into his hole. Vlad was so relaxed and ready that his body accepted the intrusion with no effort at all.

As another finger was added, it occurred to Vlad that he probably should have checked to be sure that the werewolf had clean and

clipped fingernails before they did this. Not that Vlad would catch  anything, being a vampire, but it was the principle of the thing.

His worries were quickly expunged as the werewolf found the  place inside of him that made him see sunlight.

To hell with remaining still. Vlad pushed back against those  wonderful, beautiful fingers, teasing himself on the werewolf’s hand.

“Definitely ready,” he heard the other man say as the bed shifted.

There was the briefest of hesitations that made Vlad’s body  tremble with poorly contained desire. “Will you kindly hurry it along  back there?” he snapped.

“Do you want me to fuck you dry?”

Vlad was tempted to say that what the wolf had used on his  fingers had been plenty, but he knew better. He'd heard of werewolves  fornicating unlubed, but he was a gentle-bred vampire, thank you very  much. “Just be quick.”

Vlad watched as the wolf straightened his back and shifted on his  knees, and then Vlad felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against  his still-stretched pucker.

He couldn’t help but stare at the werewolf’s body. It was a  magnificent thing, bronzed from sunlight and well muscled from  exercise. If Vlad looked closely enough, he could even make out the  tiny golden hairs that sprouted along his chest and arms.

Vlad had always been under the impression that all werewolves  were dark, hairy beasts, but this man was a choice specimen. It was a

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shame he would have to release him when this was over. Strange how  that thought saddened him.

Then the wolf drove home, and Vlad’s body welcomed him  inside. He gasped at the first initial thrust, and then sighed as his body  accommodated the intrusion.

That was exactly what Vlad wanted.

The werewolf released a strange sort of growling noise from the inside of his throat, and for a brief second Vlad feared he was about to

be attacked from behind.

No. The wolf then seemed to throw all of his strength into pushing in and out of Vlad’s body, their flesh punching together in a sloppy motion that had no rhythm, no class, and Vlad absolutely loved it.

“Yes! Yes! Just like that, fuck me!”

“I am,” said the wolf, grabbing hold of Vlad’s hair―
how dare  he?
―and yanking his head back. Vlad’s mouth was plundered. Never  before had he been kissed by a partner from this position. Never had  he thought to kiss them, and though the position of his neck was  painful, he was too busy enjoying himself to much mind.

Let the wolf kiss him. Let him take everything that Vlad had to  offer, so long as it meant that fiend Boris would always have to know  that Vlad preferred the company of a werewolf to him.

He would not think on that right now. Vlad gripped the duvet and  pushed back against that thrusting prick with everything he had. He  muttered nonsense but did not care. It was the most fabulous

experience of his life.

“Gonna make you scream for me when you come,” the wolf said,  practically growling the words. “You’re never going to want me to  stop.”

Were all werewolves so accommodating of their partners? Vlad  had never heard that they were overly sensitive to the needs of their  conquests. Perhaps Vlad really had lucked out on this. Regardless, he  foolishly found himself glowing under the attention.

Just the sex, he told himself. He was only enjoying all the

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attention so much because he was being fucked so deliciously.

Mayhap he would have to go back on his word and keep the wolf  here for the entire night. Vlad no longer thought himself capable of  simply releasing the man before they had another go at this, and they  hadn’t even finished this round.

Werewolves were known for their incredible stamina. Or so Vlad

had thought. The motions behind him became jerky and desperate.  The deep groaning and quickened pace suggested that the end was  near for his lover, and Vlad quickly reached down and wrapped his  fingers around his cock. His body shook with the lack of balance and  the motions still going on behind him, but the risk of landing on his  face in such an undignified position was worth it.

Vlad pulled against the foreskin of his cock again and again,  teasing himself while still sending commands to his lover. “Don’t you  dare come yet. Don’t come!”

The werewolf gripped Vlad’s hips so tightly that it hurt, and he  didn’t doubt there would be marks left behind. Nothing to worry  about. He could simply hide them under his clothing until they healed.  But then then man howled, he actually howled. Vlad knew he was a  werewolf and all, but really, to howl like that?

Then Vlad felt the telltale rush of warm fluid entering his body  even as the wolf continued to pound into him, moaning and groaning  like the man had also just experienced the best sex of his life.

It was enough, and Vlad’s balls tightened as he came, shooting his  seed all over his duvet.

Vlad would have to have the sheets burned if he was expected to hide this event from Boris. That possessive vampire would know for certain what Vlad had done, and with what sort of creature, and the

pact between their families would come to an end.

Vlad did not need to command the werewolf to not leave just yet.  The man seemed more than content to let his body melt over top of  Vlad’s back. They were practically cuddling each other at this point.  Vlad enjoyed the warmth of the other man’s body, but this was too

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much, he could not allow himself to rest with this man.

He shifted, sending the message for the werewolf to remove

himself, and he did.

He still did not leave the bed. He flopped down beside Vlad onto his back to stare at the blue canopy, running his fingers through that sweat-slick hair of his.

He was a blond man, the same as Vlad, but Vlad’s hair was a