Free Trueblood 01-The-Consolation-Prize by aaa

further. Oh God, Simon’s mouth on his neck felt good. Really good . Luka pulled against the chains, made them cut into his wrists. He could smell fresh blood and knew Simon could too because the hand on his cock slowed and fangs grazed his neck. Shit . Luka could feel his one-track-minded cock begin to react. The women exchanged excited glances.
    “Please,” Luka whispered. “Don’t do this.”
    “You’re getting hard,” Simon whispered back. “You know you want me.”
    Luka groaned, sank his teeth into his tongue, and swallowed the wash of blood. Simon’s fangs pierced his neck and Luka flinched, then sighed as pleasure took over. He didn’t want to feel good. He didn’t want this. He struggled to drag his mind back.

    Was Chloe watching? He couldn’t tell; he had to concentrate on staying limp. As Simon continued to fondle his pathetically eager dick, Luka threatened it with a bath of ice cubes if it dared to grow harder. Hardly a practical deterrent but it worked. No brain in his cock.
    Simon drew back. “You told me he was gay. He’s not.”
    “He’s confused about his sexuality,” Eve said.
    “I don’t want to do this.” Simon stood up.
    “Yes, you do.” Eve’s voice changed, her tone sultry but commanding. After a moment the young vamp moved back to Luka, his eyes glazed.
    Luka knew he had one chance to stop this. Simon was young and still biddable.
    “Kiss me,” Luka whispered, his voice a soft hiss.
    As the boy’s slender neck came within reach, Luka sank his teeth into his skin and sucked hard.
    He managed a few delicious teaspoonfuls before Eve jerked Simon away.
    “Hey, what are you doing?” Simon demanded and tried to get back to Luka.
    Blood dribbled onto Simon’s collarbone. Luka’s gaze followed the trail down his chest. He ached with the need to feed. Krista wiped her lips across Simon’s neck and sealed the gash.
    “Get dressed and get out of here,” Eve said to Simon.
    “What about my money?”
    Eve threw the notes at his chest.
    Luka’s cock finally gave up in disgust and deflated like an old balloon. He couldn’t have been more relieved.

    * * * * *
Chloe was determined not to go anywhere near Luka again. If he wanted to play stupid games it was up to him. Maybe he’d bitten off more than he could chew. Ha, that was a good one . He had her going there for a while, making her wonder if vampires really might exist. But the guy was a prick. A big prick but still a prick.
    On the other hand, she couldn’t stop thinking about him, chained up, helpless. She’d have loved to take a photograph of him. More than one. Okay, a whole film. One huge advantage of developing her own pictures, no one to bat an eye at shot after shot of a naked hunk. She sighed.
    Maybe he was so deep in his game he didn’t know what was good for him anymore. Maybe he thought she was part of the game. Chloe sat up. That was it. The idiot thought she was pretending.
    She hadn’t even given him a drink, just made that stupid crack about him only needing blood.
    The guy was crazy, seriously crazy and if she had any sense she’d be getting as far away from this place as possible. Some people just didn’t know how to accept help.
    “No, they don’t.”
    Chloe didn’t miss that barb; only it was hard to see how dragging her back to Washburn Hall was good for her. She chewed her nail. Not good for her, maybe good for Luka. Was that it? Was he the reason she was here?
    First thing in the morning, she was going to drive to a hardware superstore and buy a chainsaw.
    Did chainsaws cut metal? Well, she’d ask an assistant.
    Chloe lay down again. In spite of everything, she still fancied him. If she could get him to act like a normal guy, she wouldn’t mind going out with him. She rolled over. Sleep was impossible.
    She was wound tight as a violin string and she knew just how tight they were. Once the thinnest string had snapped as she’d played and cut her face. Chloe turned on to her stomach. Maybe she