Bloodloss: Crimson's Story

He hadn't wanted to get his hands bloody, but it just couldn't be helped. That the smell attracted a vampire was a twist of fate that would change his life forever.


[Approx. 4,5k short story. Contains explicit sex between two consenting males. Intended for mature audiences only.]


Excerpt:


“You’re a monster,” Greg mumbled. His tongue felt thick in his mouth. There was a word he was searching for, a better word to describe what Thane was, but it wouldn’t come to him.


“I have been described as many things over the ages,” Thane said, “but I believe the term you are looking for is vampire.”


“Yeah…” Greg said. “That one.”


“And yet, you are the one with blood on your hands.” His voice sounded almost amused as his fingers traced down Greg’s body, ghosting over his chest and stomach. It reminded him of what he’d been doing with Will, only Thane wasn’t as hurried. Thane wasn’t touching him down there, yet, where men shouldn’t be touching each other. Mind foggy, Greg thought that he wanted Thane to touch him there. He wanted Thane’s lips to touch him there.