Vampire Alonso
Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese
Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the
man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants
way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real
relationship without risking Reese’s life? And if Reese finds out
the truth, will there be any relationship left to risk?
Note:
Landscapes was released as part of the Brit Boys: On
Boys boxed set.
Excerpt
It
wasn’t that Reese Chambers made my cock hard – though he did. It
wasn’t that he was beautiful in a rugged, leather and stone sort of
way – though he was. It was that Reese Chambers moved me in ways I
had not been moved in a very long time, in ways that I, who never
lacked just the right words to express myself, found my vocabulary
inadequate to the task. Talia would call it an obsession, and maybe
it was; from my first sight of him mantling his sketchpad like a bird
of prey over a fresh kill, alone in the midst of the crowded pub, I
could think of nothing else. It was my first night back on British
soil. It is said that you can never go back home, and it had been a
very long time for me. But the need to come home was in my blood like
fever these past years, as were so many needs that never left me, but
only sharpened with the passing of time.
Next
to me, Talia droned on about suitable residences in Cumbria, about
the leasing of a car and the making of necessary renovations. The Two
Dogs was busy for a Monday night with tourist season past, but being
invisible was sometimes easier in a crowd.
***
‘Find
out who he is.’ I nodded in Reese’s direction. Before Talia could
protest, I continued. ‘I have a roof over my head, and I’ve fed.
There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.’
Talia’s
cheekbones flushed with the rush of blood, and heaven knew how
beautiful she was in such a state, porcelain pale skin, midnight blue
eyes and hair, which was so close to black that no one but I would
have noticed all of the other colours in her silken tresses. She knew
what it was I asked of her, and she knew the delicate line she tread
on the rare occasion when I did ask. A tremor passed up her long,
straight spine, and a bloom of tiny goose bumps textured her bare
arms. It would not be painless, what I asked, and I knew she feared
it as much as she longed for it. I could hear the thud thud of her
pulse in the thin, silken skin of her throat as she swallowed the
sudden dryness of fear. ‘What do you want to know?’
I
leaned forward to rake the tip of my thumb against the pulse point in
her temple. ‘Everything, Talia. I want to know all of it. And when
you know, come directly to me. I don’t care what time it is when
you return.’
*****
It
was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations smelling
of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I
wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too
close to me, as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired
to crush me with its demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers
could not have refused her even if she had come to him as a
toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he had poured himself
into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies kindling
my lust to an inferno.
Though
my need was such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an insistent
throb, until she returned, I held myself contained within skin that
felt too thin. When she saw the state that I was in, she pulled the
heavy drapes with an efficient tug, then with a nod of her head,
motioned me to follow her down into the basement room that had been
prepared for me. When she turned to me at the foot of the bed, before
she could opened her kiss-bruised lips to speak, I took her mouth,
starving for the first taste of him, the taste of his saliva, the
taste of his blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d
bitten her back. He was rough, and he liked to be treated rough, but
he kept that to himself. He was embarrassed by it. His lips were
slightly chapped from so much time in the sun and wind, and they’d
slid against hers, suckling and stroking and pressing until her mouth
opened to his. With ravenous laps of my tongue, I tasted him in her
mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I could hear the
echoes of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in awhile,
and I felt kinship in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed
through my head. Christ, his eyes were green, dark green like the
evergreen forests of the north, and he kept them open when he kissed
her, taking her in with his eyes.
I
shoved aside the silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts, breasts
that his hands had cupped. My nipples peeked to sharp aching points
at the feel of his calloused thumbs raking, pressing and releasing. I
breathed in his scent on her breasts, burying my face in her
cleavage, licking the taste of salty, slightly picante maleness,
sniffing and tasting until I could stand it no more. In one violent
jerk, I tore the dress all the way down and shoved it off her
shoulders, away from the flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted.
I cried out at the feel of him, weight on one elbow, knee spreading
her thighs, fingers opening her heaviness, anxious to penetrate,
anxious to relieve his need. And then, with Talia free of clothing,
Reese Chambers’ essence filled the room. Talia’s panties were
still wet with his semen mixed with her humid desire, and I tore them
from her and forced her onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees,
so that it was not her face I saw, but his that I imagined. With
hands on her hips, I raised her bottom in the air and spread her
still swollen, still slippery folds with fingers made awkward by my
arousal, letting the scent of his hot bread and honey release
intoxicate me. Then I buried my face in her snatch and, as I ate his
lust from her, I knew him.
He
was Cumbrian born and bred, and his accent was the soft lilting sound
of the fells. He was a landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands
held the magic of the earth and his mind conceived ideas for
beautiful outdoor spaces; those he liked best were patterned after
Renaissance and medieval gardens. He was homesick and heartsick. He’d
gone to Surrey to work with his father because the money was good.
But his father had died recently and he had returned home to Cumbria.
He didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck stables. He
wanted to be home. He missed the people and he missed the fells. He
missed the simpler, more honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a
bit reclusive. He read voraciously and widely, he liked astronomy and
he was afraid of snakes, though it embarrassed him to admit it. He
hadn’t had sex in a long time, and found it better to have a wank
session than a meaningless encounter. The facts of him, the details
of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed ravenously with each
lap of my tongue.
As
I ate Talia I felt the shape of his face, the curve of his chin, the
rise and fall of his chest as he had done the same. I felt the soft
tuft of bronze curls nestled between the hard rise of his pecs and
the courser, deeper curls that caressed his testicles and his cock
when it was at rest, but it hadn’t been at rest. How many times had
he taken her? He was thick enough to fill her and the friction of him
inside was delicious and maddening. The shape of him – I wanted to
caress the shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and the taking
of his essence from Talia was an act of ripping away something that
should have been mine. As I bruised her arse with kneading fingers
and, as I licked the last of his release from her, she managed a
breathless moan. ‘Take the rest. God, Alonso, take the rest, and
release me.’
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About K D
Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted
ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes,
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all
about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than
she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When
she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not
gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s
serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast
across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For
her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears
out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading,
watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
KD
has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins
Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press
and others.
K
D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The
Initiation of Ms Holly,
Fulfilling
the Contract,
To
Rome with Lust,
and The
Pet Shop.
Her paranormal erotic novel, Body
Temperature and Rising,
the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as
honorable mention on Violet
Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding
the Ether,
and Elemental
Fire,
are now also available.
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