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The Power of Two
BlurbAs a vampire Master, Dominic has been eying his old friend, Griffith for quite a well. But being a Master in his own right, Grif resisted the notion of Dominic controlling him in any way. With startling skill, Dominic sets out to change that refusal. He has his own deep interest in him, born of watching Grif's submission at the hand of another Master.
Even though Dominic can't help but toy with his old friend, in truth, he wants him only an an equal. But how to convince Grif without letting his guard down is Dominic's biggest issue. Aware of some of that interest but not the reason for it, Grif has his own secret. His trust had been violated by his own vampire Master, and since that night, he's refused to let another dominate him. And he'd swore to himself that no one ever would.
ExcerptA black net shirt molded to his upper body like a glove to a hand. It outlined the movement of muscle as Grif's hand lowered to the front of his pants, brushing away an imaginary piece of dust. Smirking faintly, he took in the sight of the young man kneeling not too far away from him. The slave had the classic, delicate features Grif tended to favor. The slave's chocolate brown eyes were downcast as he waited silently for his new Master's orders.
Glancing at the vampire Master standing next to him, Grif said, "You won this time, Dominic."
Dominic turned his head slightly towards him, a spark of amusement in the azure depths of his eyes. Looking back to the young man kneeling before them, Dom leaned to the side to whisper in Grif's ear. "Perhaps next time, my friend." He moved slowly to the kneeling man and slipped a hand under his chin, lifting the slave's head slowly. "And such a pretty prize you lost, Griffith."
Grif shrugged and a slow sweep of his gaze wandered over the other vampire Master. Dominic held even more appeal than the slave, though Grif refused to admit that. Dominic possessed a piercing gaze that could look straight into a person's soul, and Grif had felt that effect more than once himself. "There will always be a next time. And I quite agree; he is a very pretty toy."
"And what shall I do with my newly-won toy?" It was unclear as to where the question was directed, and Dominic turned to flash a wicked grin at Grif, revealing the slightest hint of pointed teeth. A hungry gaze swept over Grif, as if Dominic favored toying with him over the young mortal for which they had been competing.
A brow crept upward and Grif's eyes narrowed slightly as he kept a steady gaze on Dominic. Folding his arms against his chest, he leaned back against the wall behind him. "Is that an offer to share?"
Dominic looked back down at the young mortal. "Perhaps." As he bent over to brush his lips across the mortal's, the leather of his pants tightened over his ass, reflecting the light from a nearby lamp.
Grif couldn't help but notice. For a brief moment, a darker gleam of his own interest flared within him, and he figured the action had been deliberate. A tightening to the front of his pants betrayed the slow stirring of his own body. "When you make up your mind, do let me know, Dominic."
Dominic straightened and turned slowly. His gaze drifted down Grif's body before sliding back up to his eyes. "Impatience, Grif?" he teased quietly. "Hardly like you." His blue eyes darkened and he smiled. "Or are you jealous?"
A careful calm descended over Grif as he remained utterly still, feeling the drift of Dominic's gaze like a touch. Smiling faintly, he appeared to be totally relaxed against the wall. Even though the sub was the type that generally interested him, he hadn't really looked closely at the young mortal still kneeling near Dominic. "I'm never impatient and you know that. Why would you think I'm jealous?"
Dominic left the mortal and slowly approached him. He placed his palms flat against the wall, on either side of Grif's head, and flicked his tongue quickly across Grif's lips. An almost imperceptible growl vibrated from Grif's throat with Dominic's close proximity. Before Dominic could withdraw his tongue, Grif bit at it. The other vampire pulled away then, but not before a darker desire reflected in his eyes.
"Please, my friend," Dominic said as he returned to the mortal. "Join me. Between the two of us, I'm sure we can find some use for this delectable young man before us."
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