Free Rising Son (The Juliana Lucio Series) by L.C. DeCarlo Page A

for the Council is a slave. It’s a long story, not an exciting one. His mother was a slave to a vampire family that took great care of her in return; he chose to work for them as an employee. He isn’t enslaved, but he is here, and for now it’s safer. Go use him, please.”
    I finally relented, mostly because I wanted to begin my reunion with William on a good note, and not fight over something that seemed as inconsequential as my feeding.
    We headed downstairs to find the man completely naked and sprawled on the bed, with his hands clasped behind his head. He had a self-satisfied smile as if he knew exactly where my returning was going to lead. He had fine scars scattered all over his body that told me he was most definitely a feeder. He was muscular and tan, with short brown hair, and he had an erection that was standing at full attention.
    “Put that thing away, and go clean yourself up. I don’t know what your feedings usually entail, but this is most definitely not going to be requiring that. Nor will it be worthy of a smile that big when I’m done. Sorry.” I pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and turned to William who was stifling a laugh.
    “Why are you laughing?”
    “Nothing, I think it’s just, his feedings probably usually do go that way, and I have had you bite me before, so I am pretty sure he will have a smile that big when you’re done with him.”
    I just narrowed my eyes at William and didn’t respond.
    The man came back into the bedroom with pants on, no blood in sight, and started walking back to bed.
    “No, sit over there,” I told him pointing to the broken chair.
      He didn’t even argue, he just went and sat down. Though, he did look a tad disappointed we wouldn’t be doing this on the bed. I walked over to him and he turned his head baring his neck for me, but keeping eye contact with me. I leaned over, nice and slowly. Then picked up his wrist and brought it to my mouth.
    I bit into him and felt his blood hit my tongue with a saltiness I was used to. I didn’t need a lot of blood; I mostly needed to feed in order to quench my rising blood lust. The fact that it had been two days since my last feeding is what had made it worse. I was about to pull away when I caught an image of a Latino man, he was tall and thin with eyes so dark they were almost black. He was surrounded by what felt like a cloud of power and fear. I could see him whispering something to another person, but because these images and memories weren’t my ow n, I didn’t know who he was talking to or what was being said.
    “Jules,” I felt William put his hand on my shoulder, “that’s enough. He’s already lost enough blood tonight.”
    I pulled away from the man’s wrist and licked it to stop the bleeding. I gave him a calculating gaze then pulled the full force of my compulsion to my psyche. He wouldn’t be able to sense what I was doing, though I knew William would.
    “I never did catch your name, it seems a little rude to ask after the fact.”
    “Oh, that’s okay,” he said starting to get up.
    “What is your name?” I said more firmly putting some compulsion behind it.
    “Mark, Ma’am. Mark Hamilton,” he replied with a Southern drawl. He had stopped his retreat to the door. William was watching the exchange taking place, but he knew enough not to interrupt.
    “How did you find us here Mark Hamilton? Who sent you?”
    “No one Ma’am. Ms. Chase said she needed some feeders, and Lucy and I was in the area so we said we could come on by. That’s all.”
    I had no way of knowing who I saw in the vision, or when the vision was, but I felt it was related to his being here. I couldn’t let him know that. Especially if he was spying on us for the Council.
    “Mark,” I stepped closer looking him directly in the eye, “I want you to forget everything that happened here tonight expect for you feeding me. All that happened tonight, was you came here and introduced yourself, sat in a