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

“St-stop! Okay, all right. I give!” I batted away his hands, or at least tried to. He was relentless.


“Move in with me,” he demanded as he pinned me to the bed and tickled my armpits. Oh man, that was the spot.


“Yes! Yes, okay, I’ll move in. Pl-please stop!” Tears were running down my face as my body was over-stimulated by his evil fingers.


“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” He stopped, covered my body with his, and kissed me breathless.


The onslaught of sensation was too much. I pushed him away and spun our bodies so he was beneath me and at my mercy. “You’re wicked, you know that?” I panted, grinding my hard, leaky cock against his.


“Depends on your definition.” Then he shut me up, good. The two of us ground against each other, swapped spit and tried to find the perfect friction, and lo, it was good.


Chapter 13