Because he's a vampire, Jonathon Splinter needs to feed, hungry for blood. He seeks out young men along Lake Erie in the small town of Bitter. As Halloween approaches, Jonathon devises a plan for his next hunt with the help of his mortal lover and personal assistant, Toby Kinks.<br><br>Life grows bitter for Jonathon, though. Someone discovered his true identity and witnessed one of his bloody hunts where he not only fed but also murdered the man. Now Jonathon is being blackmailed.<br><br>With Toby’s help, Jonathon seeks out the blackmailer, and the two devise a plan in which Jonathon will hunt and feed on the man. But on the evening of the planned murder, Jonathon Splinter's bloody life will change forever.

Blood on My Hands

I became rough with his mortality, banging my middle against and inside him, pushing his face against the cotton bedspread, rocking into him as his body lunged to and fro. The top area of his buttocks slapped along the pubic triangle of hair above my swollen erection as I pulled him backwards, pushed him away. He groaned in pleasure. He choked on the satisfying pain. He bucked into me, wanting more. Buck after buck after buck, riding my dick as he, in turn, continued his romp, banging into me.


A blur of minutes piled between us as we made love. Rocking. Shifting. Bodies gliding together and falling apart. The cottage filled with our loud murmurs. The lake and forest surrounding us came to life, just as we had.


I pulverized his center, pushing everything I had inside him. Stopped. Pushed again. Repeated that action as if he were my human toy, desirable of me. Only me.


“I…I love you,” he groaned, his face semi-planted.


“And I love you,” I returned, continuing my thrusting.


Chapter 18