Gabe Villagran has been an outcast since birth. The large purple birthmark on the right side of his face has ostracized him from family and community, leaving him with little self-esteem. So, imagine his delight when, at the age of eighteen, vampires come out to the world. Finally, he's not the only freak of nature around.<br><br>Five years after leaving home, Gabe meets Pierre Sangre outside his gay vampire club quite by chance. Meaning, he rescues Gabe from becoming vampire food. A vampire himself, Pierre sees something in the young man before him, and wants to keep him close. Pierre hires Gabe as a sort of boy Friday at the club and Gabe, grateful to his savior, accepts and falls irrevocably in love.<br><br>For ten years, both men dance around their attraction to each other until a night of misunderstandings clears things up. All it takes is the perfect bite.

The Perfect Bite

“That’s it, my lovely,” I heard him say as if from a distance once he retracted his fangs and licked my neck. “All is right in the world, isn’t it?” I felt my channel open up and his prick slid all the way in, making the spongy button of my prostate sing.


“Again!” I begged, arching my body toward his, wanting more, always more.


“I will never deny you, my love,” he said and gave me everything. Pierre’s eyes were still red, and his fangs peeked out a little as he took possession of me. All of me.


“You are mine and no other, isn’t that right, Gabe Villagran?” he said as he fucked me beyond comprehension.


I nodded because I had no breath to speak. I moved with him as best I could, the rhythm he set for us punishing.


“I will be the only one in your bed, and you will never leave me, isn’t that right?” I heard the crack in his voice when he said that and wrapped my arms around his body in comfort.


Chapter 9