Claiming the Slayer's Son: Blood Lust (Gay Vampire Paranormal Erotica) (Claimed Blood Book 1)
Book Details
Author(s)Chelsea Rockner
PublisherChelsea Rockner
ISBN / ASINB00BCCFCGC
ISBN-13978B00BCCFCG2
MarketplaceFrance 🇫🇷
Description
Daniel, a vampire slayer in-training has found himself captured by the Vampire Duke Vallos. It's obvious the blood-sucker wants revenge against the Belmound line, not just by changing this slayer into a vampire, but by getting him to drink willingly from the Duke's own veins! Daniel was ready for torture and mind-games, not kindness, concern, and for the Vampire's touch to effect him so much. Will he be able to resist his increasing attraction to the Duke, and to drinking human blood? Is Vallos the evil scum he thought he was, or is it all an elaborate hoax?
Warning!: This ADULTS ONLY erotic tale features Oral Play, Hand Jobs, Drinking Blood, Vampire Sex, Blindfolding, Spanking, Light BDSM, Reluctance, and Anal Sex. 7545 Words.
Excerpt:
Because he doesn't breathe, I have no idea how close his mouth is to my neck until the first kiss comes, soft and wet. Then comes another as I tense. His lips brush my jugular vein, and he pulls back momentarily, trying to stay himself from feeding. On the next kiss, I definitely feel the flat of his fangs drag against my skin. I angle my head away to elude him, but he just pulls me back.
“I'm not your suck-doll,†I say.
“That's a very colorful phrase,†he answers simply, now kissing my jaw line.
“I'm not gay either.â€
He doesn't answer at all. His teeth nip the corner of my jaw, just where Bethany used to...
I shudder with pleasure, and the Duke is quick to respond, tonguing the sweet spot once more, mouthing and biting it again.
“That's it,†he says. “Your body longs for pleasure, after all of this,†he gushes, referring to my imprisonment here, and perhaps my rigid training to become a slayer. He's mocked me over such before many times.
I curse my weakness as I let out a moan, my body shivering and reveling at his simple touch.
“You can have more pleasure, much more, any act you desire, as soon as you eat.†He clutches the second goblet, this time full to the brim with dark blood.
The venom in my body is working its magic, and I smell the blood from here. The venom is meant to give me an appetite for the blood the Duke tries to feed me everyday in an attempt to acclimate me to his dark ways. It smells sweeter than usual, and I have no idea why. He brings it to my lips, and I can feel the warmth coming off of it. So that's why he's so quick to 'feed me.' It's fresh-squeezed.
“Taste, Daniel. It will ease you, take your pain,†he says, faking care.
I can smell its rich bouquet and its red color glistens like rubies before my eyes. I can sense the power within the blood, hot and blinding, like a liquid bolt of electricity. I feel a prickle in my canine teeth, although I needn't worry the forming of fangs. Pleasure melts my stomach muscles and joints. My greatest fear now is him noticing how bothered and undone I've become, and worse yet, the beginning erection in my pants. I wonder if this is what happens every time he feeds. I stare at the ground, trying not to look at him, and buy time to get back my composure.
Warning!: This ADULTS ONLY erotic tale features Oral Play, Hand Jobs, Drinking Blood, Vampire Sex, Blindfolding, Spanking, Light BDSM, Reluctance, and Anal Sex. 7545 Words.
Excerpt:
Because he doesn't breathe, I have no idea how close his mouth is to my neck until the first kiss comes, soft and wet. Then comes another as I tense. His lips brush my jugular vein, and he pulls back momentarily, trying to stay himself from feeding. On the next kiss, I definitely feel the flat of his fangs drag against my skin. I angle my head away to elude him, but he just pulls me back.
“I'm not your suck-doll,†I say.
“That's a very colorful phrase,†he answers simply, now kissing my jaw line.
“I'm not gay either.â€
He doesn't answer at all. His teeth nip the corner of my jaw, just where Bethany used to...
I shudder with pleasure, and the Duke is quick to respond, tonguing the sweet spot once more, mouthing and biting it again.
“That's it,†he says. “Your body longs for pleasure, after all of this,†he gushes, referring to my imprisonment here, and perhaps my rigid training to become a slayer. He's mocked me over such before many times.
I curse my weakness as I let out a moan, my body shivering and reveling at his simple touch.
“You can have more pleasure, much more, any act you desire, as soon as you eat.†He clutches the second goblet, this time full to the brim with dark blood.
The venom in my body is working its magic, and I smell the blood from here. The venom is meant to give me an appetite for the blood the Duke tries to feed me everyday in an attempt to acclimate me to his dark ways. It smells sweeter than usual, and I have no idea why. He brings it to my lips, and I can feel the warmth coming off of it. So that's why he's so quick to 'feed me.' It's fresh-squeezed.
“Taste, Daniel. It will ease you, take your pain,†he says, faking care.
I can smell its rich bouquet and its red color glistens like rubies before my eyes. I can sense the power within the blood, hot and blinding, like a liquid bolt of electricity. I feel a prickle in my canine teeth, although I needn't worry the forming of fangs. Pleasure melts my stomach muscles and joints. My greatest fear now is him noticing how bothered and undone I've become, and worse yet, the beginning erection in my pants. I wonder if this is what happens every time he feeds. I stare at the ground, trying not to look at him, and buy time to get back my composure.
