Can Trick and Bast survive the world and time itself?
Vampire Bast and his lover Trick are still alive, or not, and kicking in this sequel to Need!
While human Trick deals with the difficulty of having a lover who can’t go out in the sun, Bast tries to accept the changes the world throws at him, and they both work on understanding the bond between them.
When Trick asks Bast to feed on him alone—easy enough for Bast because of his deep love for Trick—it causes all sorts of complications. Their friends don’t really understand what happens when Bast feeds on Trick, and worry that Bast will somehow do his lover harm. Trick figures they’re just jealous because he has Bast and they don’t, but it could cause serious problems for the pair when their old crowd threatens to take Trick away.
Bast liked playing games.
It was just one of the things Trick loved about his lover. He grinned as he settled in with some popcorn and a Star Trek marathon.
He’d sent Bast on a chase. He’d set the whole thing up yesterday, each clue would lead Bast somewhere else for the next clue and, eventually, back home again to find him. Hopefully, by the time Bast found him here on their bed, his lover would be starving and horny.
Those were a good combination.
In the meantime, he had bad TV to mock.
It wasn’t long before the elevator started creaking and whirring, distracting him from Kirk and Spock.
He looked down at his barely touched popcorn and hit time on the remote, frowning. Surely Bast wasn’t back already? He wasn’t even naked yet, let alone had the dildo he had planned to be fucking himself with lubed up and ready to go.
The grate didn’t rise; there wasn’t a sound, just the yellow light pouring out. He put aside his popcorn and stood up slowly, but he couldn’t see anyone from the bed.
He quietly made his way over to the elevator. It was empty except for a single, blood-red rose with a tiny key attached by a creamy ribbon, resting fragrant on the floor
Trick grinned. Not only had Bast figured him out way earlier than he’d expected, but his lover had turned the tables on him. Still grinning, he opened the grating and picked up the rose, undoing the bow to get to the key. He recognized the little shining bit of metal. It belonged to a silver pair of bonds Bast had kept for God knew how long. He turned, heading over to their toy chest where the cuffs should be, when the elevator headed back up.
It didn’t take long to find the handcuffs. The only question was—should he be wearing them or should Bast?
His decision, he guessed, as the game seemed to be passing back and forth between them.
Excitement made his spine tingle and he stripped himself down to skin and then the bed down to the black silk sheets.
After opening the cuffs, he dipped the key in a pot of oil Bast liked and carefully pushed it into his ass. He settled himself gingerly in the middle of the bed and laid the rose across his chest before locking the cuffs around one wrist. He’d just looped the cuffs through the slats on the headboard and locked them around his other wrist when the elevator settled back down again.
The grate opened and a very slinky, very feral, very leather-clad vampire sauntered across the room, long, dark hair loose. Bast might have been over seven hundred years old, but he didn’t look a day older than when Trick had first met him in line outside a club. Short and slender, he had dark eyes that could go feral and gold in a heartbeat and that silky hair framed a face as smooth as any teenager’s. “Mmm… Sweets.”
Trick all but purred at the sight. Fuck, but Bast was sexy. His cock began to fill, sliding along his thigh and up past his hip. He licked his lips. “Hey, baby-boy.” His ancient baby-boy.
“Someone’s being very, very naughty this evening—trying to lead me on a wild Trick chase.” One finger slid up his calf.
“Are you going to punish me?” he asked, breathless at the simple touch, at the look in Bast’s eyes.
“I should.” Bast leaned down, licking his shaft once before straddling his body, leather warm against his skin. “The question is, how?”
He arched slightly, stretching out for Bast, letting his head fall back slightly, rubbing as best he could against his lover.
The vampire leaned in, scraping his throat with sharp fangs, teasing. “Such a temptation, Sweets.”
He shuddered. “Fuck, Bast. You make me feel so good.”
Bast’s exhalation was hot, sweet, tongue sliding on his skin. He moaned softly, pushing up toward Bast’s mouth, wanting more.
Bast shuddered. “You’re trying to make me forget what I am doing, trying to make me need…”
He shook his head. “I’m just trying to get off.”
“Mmm… then you’ll just have to wait.” Bast sat up, stretched, and started rubbing himself through the leather. “My turn first.”
Trick whimpered. “Fuck, baby-boy… you’re fucking gorgeous.” He swallowed hard, wanting to touch, to be touched. He loved watching every move Bast made.
Bast arched, fingers pulling out the long, stiff cock, pumping it slow and easy. “Mmm… feels fucking good, Sweet. You’re so fucking hot.”
He licked his lips, eyes on Bast’s cock, watching the teasing movements. “I bet my mouth would feel even better.”
About the Author:
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used bookstores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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