Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM (Werewolf New Adult BDSM Romance. Bad Boys of BDSM.) (13 page)

The attacker staring him down moved lightning quick. Warren blinked when he spotted the man half way across the street. He hadn’t even seen the guy leave the alley. But he was coming for Warren, bloody knife held low at one side. His face was long and sharp, and he wore a maniacal joker’s grin.

Okay, now might be a good time to change
, Warren thought. He sped-walked away from the scene and tried to focus on bringing the wolf out full force. But when he focused on unleashing the beast, be damned if he couldn’t do it.

He chanced a glimpse over his shoulder. The attacker was right on his heels now. The man raised his gleaming blade and licked some blood from the knife, sending a silent but powerful message Warren’s way.

Warren tried to make his teeth grow. He tried to push his nose out, or sprout fur. But nothing happened. Didn’t that just figure. His day, his life, had gone from great to shithole in less than two months. He knew it had been too good to be true.

The attacker was two feet away now. Warren was at the alley just before his apartment building. His front steps were so close.

The attacker lunged and became a blur of motion. Just as he materialized inches from Warren, someone reached out from the alley next to his apartment building. They grabbed Warren with fierce strength and pulled him into the narrow corridor of darkness.

The attacker gave a loud, disappointed snarl.

Someone yanked him down the trash strewn concrete. “Just keep running,” this person said, leading him around bulging green dumpsters and splintered crates fashioned into lean-tos.

The attacker pursued, swishing his knife and now cackling madly. Warren didn’t know if he was any safer with this stranger who’d grabbed him, but if the guy saved his life there had to be a reason, right? He hoped so.

Then the lights went out. He was shoved down a hole in the ground, and his stranger hero said “Grab the ladder and go. I’ll be right behind you.”

Carefully, he picked his way down a cool, metal ladder. The rungs were embedded right in the concrete, and moist air wafted up the tunnel as he descended, giving his cheeks chilly kisses.

Soon light filtered up from below. The illumination allowed him to see his rescuer better, who now climbed down after closing the man hole cover. He was a slight man, average height, wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt, but Warren couldn’t make out his face just yet.

He’d expected it to smell, considering he was entering the sewer, but the only smell was that of old dirt and musty shelves. Warren dropped down when the ladder ended a few feet above a brushed dirt floor. Instead of the sewers, he found himself inside sandy catacombs. Electric torches dotted loamy columns of sandstone. Hallways led off in different directions, while doors lined the walls of what looked to be an underground crossroads.

“You’re a newborn,” his rescuer said from behind him. “The one Ambrose left for dead when he killed the rogue wolf last month.”

Warren whirled around and took a good look at the man. He had the most penetrating royal blue eyes he had ever seen. A short mop of medium brown curls fell over his forehead and tucked behind his ear. His lips were full and bright, like a kid who’d drank too much cherry Kool-aid.

“How’d you know that?” Warren asked.

The man gave a brief smile that appeared weary. “Most vampires, and many supernaturals, can read minds. I see the pictures flashing through your head, the words, and I can read your energy signature.”

“Energy signature?” Warren squinted, but still kept his distance.

The vampire nodded. “Everyone has one. But with supernaturals it’s stronger.”

“Where are we?” Warren drew nearer. “You’re a vampire?”

The man’s smile was genuine this time, showing his sculpted cheekbones. Then he suddenly disappeared.

When he next spoke, he was at Warren’s side. “You’ve come underground, Warren. This is where the monsters live. Would you like to join us?”

“What?” Warren jumped, startled by the vampire’s nearness. “How do you people do that?”

“Most supernaturals can move at hyper-speed.” The vampire shrugged. “A quirk of our condition, I suppose.” He started walking off toward one of the hallways, and Warren followed.

“You said I’ve come underground.” He scratched his head, thought of Tulle alone in the apartment. “I need to get back above. I have a dog, a job, a girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend left you.” The vampire pinned him with those shining jewel eyes. “As for your dog, I can make arrangements to have Tulle brought to you. But, if you stay with us, you must forget your life above.”

“I don’t think you’re hearing me,” Warren protested. “I can’t stay here.”

A beeping sounded from the vampire’s jeans. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and read a text message. “Shit. Just once I wish my intuition would be wrong.” He looked at Warren. “Fine, stay or go. It’s your decision. But I do need your help, and judging by the way you handled your lycanthropy earlier, you could use some lessons in handling your new monster side.”

Warren clenched his teeth, flexed and released his fists. “Yeah, I could use some help with that. What’d you need?”

The vampire held out a hand. “I’m Sid. Nice to meet you Warren. I need you to help clear my ex-lover of a murder charge.” He held up the text message, which basically said, ‘I’ve been framed for what happened in the alley.’

Warren frowned. “That was quick.”

“News travels fast in the underground.” The vampire led him down a sinuous hallway, explaining the situation as he did so. “See, Avery, my ex, fell in with some people he shouldn’t have. I suspected they’d come seeking revenge. Now they have.”

Suddenly, he pinned Warren against the wall. The heat from his body penetrated Warren’s skin. He was a handsome man, this strange vampire. His face had that old world patrician look about it. His attitude was confident and smooth. Warren found, gazing into this vampire’s eyes, he could easily be seduced by this man. A mixture of danger and promise wafted off of Sid.

“You saw the murderer. You smelled him, didn’t you?” His soft lips brushed over Warren’s.

“Yes…” Warren stammered. “Yes, I did. He smelled like rotten vegetables.”

The vampire nodded, and when he did his lips skimmed up and down Warren’s, but he denied a full kiss. “Could you identify him if you saw him again? The others with him, too?”

Warren tried to breath normally, and he felt the wolf in him stir. That wasn’t the only thing stirring. His penis twitched in his pants. “I would know him if I saw him again, I think. The others? I’m not so sure.”

“That’ll be good enough.” The vampire reached down between them and stroked Warren’s cock through his pants. He gasped as his shaft began to stiffen. “Tell me, Warren, why have you never been with a man? I know you’ve wanted to.”

“I…It just never happened.” Warren wasn’t so sure he was cool with his every thought being read, but this vampire was turning him on. The adrenaline from a breakneck, chaos-filled day mingled with the chemistry he could feel building between him and this man. The vampire flit a velvety tongue over his bottom lip, cupped his ass with two strong hands to pull him close, and Warren let himself melt into a primal kiss.

Their wet tongues dueled and danced. Warren expected his wolf side to rear up at the man’s touch, but it calmed at the intimate embrace, quieted.

The vampire pulled away long enough to speak. “Negative emotion agitates it, makes it think it’s in danger. Pleasure and positive emotions soothe it. I’ll teach you how to talk to your wolf side clearly.”

Then he plunged his tongue back into Warren’s mouth. He tasted every inch of it. His teeth, the roof of his mouth, the sides of his cheek. Warren moaned into the vampire’s mouth, then slid his hands up the man’s sinewy back.

“Come inside and spend the night,” the vampire whispered against his cheek. The hand at Warren’s cock worked its skilled magic. “Let me access your memories, plant the killer’s face in my mind. And I know just the way to do that, newcomer.”

The vampire led him to a rounded, black door made of polished slats. Old fashioned hinges held it to the sandstone wall. He pulled a round ring in the center and the hinges creaked as the entrance gave way.

“My home.” Sid indicated with a hand, and Warren cautiously peered inside.

A beam of blue neon fell through heavy drapes slightly parted at the middle. Sid flicked a switch, and the apartment filled with yellow incandescence. Cushions were scattered everywhere, but there was scant furniture, save for a walnut coffee table that sat on squat legs and a round floating bed draped in plum colored sheers. The coffee table was littered with debris--everything from cigarette butts to half smoked roaches to empty take out cartons.

Warren went to the window and looked outside. Beyond, he found a whole new world waiting for him. There were buildings, but nothing like he’d seen on Earth before. Loamy columns rose up like miniature skyscrapers made of sand. Squat houses dotted an alien landscape. The streets were cloudy with dirt. And, everywhere, monsters walked.

Through the smudgy pane of glass, he saw creatures with horns and tails. Giants with blue skin and glowing eyes. Others looked human, like Sid, while still others sported three heads.

He turned from the window, mouth agape, and looked at Sid. “What is this place?”

Sid smiled, curling those rosy lips of his. “I told you. You’ve come underground.”

He pointed to the city outside. “There are people down there with three heads.”

Sid laughed, exposing his sharpened , elongated canines. “That’s nothing compared to what you’ll see if you stay a while.” Then he patted the bed. “Now, come here. Let me inside that mind of yours.”

Warren felt his cock twitch at the offer, but he hesitated. “No tricks?”

Sid pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing a chest that moved with fine, delicate muscle. “No tricks. Just pleasure.”

Warren couldn’t deny he was attracted to the man. He had Botticelli beauty. So he went to him, sat on the bed, and let the vampire take him in his arms.

Sid wrapped his arms around Warren. He drew him close and kissed his forehead tenderly. “Sex is different once you’re a supernatural. We can’t breed. We’re only made. And we can’t transmit sexual diseases, so you needn’t worry. You’re safe with me.”

He kissed Warren again, sweet and tender this time, as he undid the buttons on his shirt. His long, spidery fingers traced the full muscles of his pecs, the flat plane of his stomach. Warren tasted the sweetness of the vampire’s mouth once more. He pressed his palms against his lover’s waist then drew his hands upward, enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath his embrace. The vampire was cool to the touch, but there was still heat in his pale flesh.

“Sex,” the vampire said, pulling from the kiss to help Warren yank his pants off, “Is also a bonding ritual for us. When we can’t feed, we can nourish ourselves off sex. It keeps us from killing the humans. We can also exchange information this way. I’m going to see the killer’s face through your eyes, after I plant my cock deep inside you.”

Warren moaned at the shock of his overt confession. That and the vampire’s hand closing around his exposed, stiffening cock. His lover pushed him into the plush mattress and ran an appreciative hand up and down his naked form.

“Think of his face,” he said as he straddled Warren. “Show it to me.”

He bent down and nestled his face into his lover’s neck. His hand coiled around his cock once more, stroking harder still. His lover cried out when sharp teeth broke his skin. The sudden pain shocked Warren, and he almost threw the vampire off of him.

“Shhhh,” the vampire said. “Be still. I won’t hurt you, and my bite can’t harm you. I just want to penetrate you in every way possible.” Blood stained his lips when he looked at Warren and smiled. “It’ll help information flow from you to me even better. Connect us deeper.”

He went back to Warren’s neck, lapping at the holes there while he continued to expertly work his cock. Soft skin slid in a perfect rhythm over rigid muscle. Warren sighed and bucked his hips up, trying to thrust deeper into his lover’s touch.

He cradled the back of the vampire’s head as he urged the killer’s face to the front of his mind. Pulling his lover tighter to him, he sought out the vampire’s cock, wanting to return the pleasure he received. He struggled to let the images of this afternoon, the murder and pursuit by the tall jester type, flow as erotic enjoyment tried to railroad his thoughts.

The vampire’s skin was smooth and soft, and he enjoyed exploring it. His cock was long and thick, with a perfect curve near the glans. The head of his penis was meaty, and he flicked his thumb over the hole, teasing it as he absorbed its pre-cum. His vampire lover groaned out approval.

His lover’s lips moved from his neck to kiss and bite a path between his nipples. He didn’t break skin this time. Just took tiny pieces of flesh between his teeth and tugged. When he reached Warren’s nipples he teased each one with a combination of teeth and tongue, until he writhed beneath the vampire and clutched at his curls.

The vampire’s hot tongue laved a path to his stomach. It poked in his belly button and teased the sensitive nerve center, milking his cock faster, rougher, as he did so. He cried out and his ass left the mattress. The images in his mind almost burst and scattered, but he held on tight and continued to transmit, he hoped.

“Can you see him?” he whispered, just as the vampire’s lips kissed the head of his cock.

“Oh yes, I can see him perfectly,” his lover replied, just before his mouth glided down around his shaft.

Warren lost his mind to pure bliss, and he just hoped his lover got what he needed before his brain clouded with intense sensation. His lover sucked hard on his penis, taking all of it deep into his mouth. But this sheathe of warm wetness enveloped him briefly, for the vampire pulled his lips away to feather light kisses over his inner thighs.

“I need your mind to still,” his vampire lover explained. “I gave you too much too soon, and I chased the image of the others away.”

So he teased Warren mercilessly, denying his cock even the slightest of touches as he went to work on his balls and asshole. He tilted Warren’s ass higher, dug his fingers into his firm, smooth cheeks. A tongue flitted over his tight, puckered hole and he sighed loud and long. His limbs flooded with warmth and his nerves tingled.