Free Dracula's Desires by Linda Mercury

Josef’s hip bones cut against his narrow, muscled waist. Vlad’s heartbeat pulsed so hard, his tender nipples hurt. Vlad had thought it impossible to feel arousal after his captivity, but evidently his passions ran deep.
    He licked his lips and looked up at Josef with wide, stunned eyes.
    Josef carefully removed Vlad’s hand and pulled his shirt down.
    â€œYoung Vlad, I am flattered by your affection. You are a fine, good-looking youth and I wouldn’t be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed your charms. I prefer women, though. Do you understand?” Josef said.
    Josef was kind as well as handsome. Vlad fell even further in love. With youth’s wisdom, he knew that desire wouldn’t survive a secret. So he would reveal his deepest truth, one that he and his parents hadn’t shared with either Mircea or Radu.
    Vlad had not slept for the past week, wrestling with his fear over this very thing, but Josef’s words capped the younger man’s confidence.
    â€œI have a secret for you, Josef. And you must keep it. Promise me,” Vlad ordered, unconsciously imperious.
    Obviously nervous, Josef ran his hand over the back of his sunburned neck. “Of course, Vlad. I am proud to be entrusted by your father to many of his secrets.”
    Vlad unlaced his dirty linen shirt, then yanked it out from under his belt. He unwound yards of fabric that wrapped his chest like a swaddled baby.
    Tender swollen young breasts with delicate nipples met the sunshine for the first time in Vlad’s nearly fourteen years. “I am not a boy.”
    A strange look crossed Josef’s face. Vlad thought he understood Josef’s confusion. Not only was Vlad Dracula III a girl, she was offering her virgin body to him.
    Josef dried his palms on the trousers that cupped those new breasts. “Very pretty,” he said, his voice low and throaty.
    Vlad shuddered at the sensation of those calloused hands on her sensitive peaches. As her almost lover bent over, she closed her eyes. Finally, to be kissed! Even Radu, the baby, had bragged of kissing the girls.
    As Josef’s firm lips touched hers, Vlad’s groan shook her breasts. Was it possible to die from pleasure?
    The still-working logical part of her brain tried to catalog all of the different sensations of a kiss.
    His breath on her cheek made her shiver. His teeth on her lower lip wrung an unexpected cry from her throat. His hands traced from her breasts to her belly, almost tickling right about her belt. And his mouth! He never stopped puckering, pressing, licking, nibbling. No wonder people were always going on and on about kissing.
    Valerie grew bold and nipped at his upper lip. She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and held on, even when he squeezed her breasts just a little too hard.
    She gasped. As he eased his hold, he slid his tongue into her mouth.
    Vlad had always been a fast learner. Within seconds, she was wrestling with his hot, slick mouth for dominance. Unbidden, she sucked his tongue, surprising a hard groan and a thrust of his hips against her stomach. He let go of her breasts and grabbed her ass, lifting her against his rigid penis.
    She squirmed against that hard length, victory and arousal making her pussy slick. She had done that to him. She had made him hard and desperate and eager for her, and with her very first kiss, too.
    Gleeful, she filled her hands with his muscular, round ass and squeezed.
    The sun warmed the meadow’s grass. Butterflies circled them as they writhed against each other.
    When she and Josef got married, she would be able to let go of her deception. Fourteen years was a long time to pretend to be someone you weren’t.
    She groaned when he traced a finger over her wet slit. Vague visions of being able to wear lace, of being able to stop looking over her shoulder softened a fear that had been part of her for so long; she hadn’t recognized how much it ruled her.
    She was so lost in the