Mine

Music bled into the street, a razor reminder of what hid behind the brick walls. From his vantage in his parked Mercedes, Erik Haden watched the couple he’d followed to the club stop in front of the bouncer. The leash the smaller man wore on his collar looped loosely around the taller man’s wrist. Both wore black leather, though the exposed skin of the pet gleamed pale beneath the streetlamps, and Erik caught only a glimpse of the owner’s profile before they disappeared inside the building. That was okay. He would recognize Travis Canavan in a dark alley with a blindfold on. Erik would need no help in finding him again, once he was inside the club as well. Noiselessly, he stepped out of the car, pocketing his keys as he strolled toward the entrance. There were a million places like Bound in New York City, places where power was a commodity to be displayed and savored. If they knew vampires regularly came in and out, they never said a word, too eager for the pleasure and pain that always followed them. As long as bodies didn’t show up on the doorsteps the next morning, they turned a blind eye. Just because it was the day before Valentine’s didn’t make a difference in that. As Erik approached, the bouncer looked up from his perch. It took only one glance for him to nod and angle his body away from the doorway, the unspoken invitation to enter the only one Erik needed. The bouncer was a pro. Erik might not wear the specific accoutrement that was typical of Bound, but his power had a visible mantle all the same. Recognizing a force to be reckoned with was the bouncer’s only job. Inside, the music wasn’t nearly as deafening as it should have been, considering how much reverberated through the walls. Lighting was low and intimate, and plush booths lined the perimeter, each with its own curtain that could be drawn if the occupants wished privacy. Décor was in black and white, which typified much of the men’s apparel as well. Erik stood out in the faded blue jeans that molded over his strong thighs, the dark blue sweater that heightened his broad shoulders. More than one set of eyes looked him over as he prowled through the crowd. Everyone smelled hungry, a perfume they wore as clearly as the scent of their blood rushing in their veins, but Erik ignored the eager desires reaching out and wrapping around him. He had his prey already in sight. They sat in a booth in the corner, as far away from the throbbing speakers as possible. Well, Travis sat. His pet knelt at his feet, head bowed, his dark hair tumbling across his sculpted cheeks. Under the strobing lights, his skin glistened, the tribal tattoos that snaked over his bare arms writhing with their own life. The black leather pants he wore pulled tight across his hips, outlining the bulge of his erection and the studs of the c**k ring at its base. Travis looked bored. Erik couldn’t tell if that was just an act for the benefit of anybody who might be watching him, or if Travis really was tired of the scene. Occasionally, he would reach down and smooth the hair out of his pet’s eyes. Each caress was explicitly absentminded, a deliberate part of the show. A practiced indifference to having such an exotic and unusual pet sitting patiently at his feet. Erik didn’t approach. He waited until their eyes caught, and something new flittered across Travis’s face. It was just a shadow, but Travis couldn’t hide his interest. Seconds ticked by. Their gazes remained locked. There was no reason to hurry this, after all. Erik had been waiting a long time for this particular meeting. After a couple minutes, he turned to the bar, pulling out his wallet as the bartender approached. “Send a bottle of your best whiskey over to the corner booth,” he said, tossing four hundred dollar bills onto the counter. The bartender didn’t blink at the request or the money. Minutes later, a cute little waiter in silver eyeliner and silver chains carried a tray containing a bottle and a tumbler over to Travis’s booth. Travis poured a measured amount, saluted Erik with it, then took an equally measured sip. He poured the drops that remained in the glass into his hand and offered the alcohol to his pet. He dutifully lapped it up, his eyes remaining downcast. Under Bound’s lights, Travis Canavan looked every inch the hunter Erik knew him to be. Tall and lean, his muscled chest was clearly visible beneath his leather jacket, the dark stubble shading his jaw lending an added air of danger. Intelligent blue eyes drank in everything, moved with deliberation as he watched Erik saunter up to the booth. He hid weapons somewhere on his person, but for now, Erik contented himself with simply knowing they were there. Travis wouldn’t do anything too blatant in public. At least, not yet. Casually, Erik leaned against the thin partition that separated the booth from its neighbors, hooking a thumb through one of his belt loops. Travis’s attention flickered for just a moment to the thick outline of his c**k, semi-hard against Erik’s thigh, but a moment was all Erik wanted. “I thought your excellent taste might extend to whiskey, too,” he commented, nodding toward the bottle. Travis’s well-trained pet didn’t look or acknowledge Erik in any way. Travis wrapped the leash around his hand once more, but the chain remained lax. “It’s a good year.” A beat passed. Erik wondered if the other man would otherwise ignore him. Then Travis poured two fingers worth of the whiskey into the lone glass and slid it to the corner of the table. The alcohol burned going down. Erik stole the welcome warmth and turned it into something stronger, the corner of his mouth lifting in a wry smile when he pushed the empty tumbler back. “Care for some company? Not that you’re lacking, of course.” This time when he looked at the man on the floor, Erik let his gaze linger appreciatively. “He’s extraordinary.” Travis ran his fingers through the pet’s brown hair with unmistakable pride. Pride shone in his eyes, too, though there wasn’t a hint of anything warmer. “Would you like to see just how extraordinary he is?” It was impossible not to get even harder at the dark promise. “I would love to.” Travis tugged sharply at the chain, jerking the pet from his hands to kneel upright. “Take me out.” His pet didn’t hesitate. His long, sure fingers unfastened Travis’s pants and pulled his erection from the leather confines. “Now show our new friend here what you can do with that pretty mouth.” Another sharp tug on the leash brought the pet’s mouth down to Travis’s c**k. “Suck me down. All the way.” Though he watered at the image of the pet dropping his jaw, Erik remained motionless as the wet tip of Travis’s arousal disappeared past the full lips, those same lips stretching around the long, slim shaft, the throat bulging as it swallowed the entire length. Travis brought his free hand to the back of his pet’s head and rested it there, refusing him the room to pull back. A low humming pulsed beneath the music. Erik didn’t need to ask to know that it came from the man kneeling on the floor. “He doesn’t need to breathe?” he asked. “No.” The word was thick, the first sign that Travis’s passive exterior was beginning to crack. “Not this one.” He looked up to Erik. “For the same reason you haven’t taken a single breath since walking over here.” He didn’t blink. “And you’re not afraid he’ll bite your d**k off? You’re either very brave, or very stupid.” “Oh, this one is a p***y cat.” He scraped his nails across the pet’s hollow cheek. “But I’ve taken the proper precautions.” Erik wanted to slide into the booth, but that would mean losing his terrific perspective on the spectacle. With his eyes closed, the pet’s lashes were thick and dark against his cheeks, and the muscles in his throat were in constant motion. He could almost feel the massage Travis’s c**k must have been getting. Rubbing his palm along his own erection, Erik licked his lower lip. “I don’t suppose he’s for sale.” “No. Not this one. It’s taken me too long to break him. You can’t put a price on the hours I’ve invested.” His hand moved over the pet’s bowed back, drawing Erik’s attention to the scars he hadn’t yet noticed. “I’ve got a few others you might be interested in.” “I like this one.” “This one is not for sale.” Travis’s gaze moved sideways again, locking on the outline of Erik’s c**k. “But we might be able to work out some sort of arrangement. I’m not an unreasonable person.” There was no mistaking his meaning, but Erik wasn’t going to bend that easily. “I can more than afford a few hours with him, if that’s what you have in mind.” “I’ve no doubt you can afford it. But I don’t like to share my favorite pets.” Erik smiled. “I don’t remember saying I’d share.” “You won’t get him to yourself.” “But I could get him with you?” “Yes. And a fee.” Straightening, Erik closed the few feet distance between them. He dropped his hand over the one Travis had on his pet’s head and pushed, forcing Travis’s c**k even deeper into the throat. “I don’t get on my knees for anybody,” he warned. “And I like my partners to bleed.” “You don’t need to get on your knees for me. I’ve been waiting for the chance to see how far I can push this one. I’m sure he’ll bleed enough for you.” Erik slid his hand down the hollowed cheeks until he found the soft sac the pet couldn’t quite manage to suck into his mouth as well. Without looking away from Travis, he stroked it several times before squeezing lightly. “And if I want to f**k you, too?” Travis’s chest hitched, and he didn’t respond immediately. It only took him a few seconds to recover, but it was a few seconds too long. “I think that can be arranged.” Satisfaction pounded through Erik at the same rhythm of the music. He squeezed Travis’s balls again, smiling when his breath caught, then released him to reach for the whiskey. “The name’s Erik, by the way,” he said as he poured some. “What do I call you? And the pet?” “Travis. This one is Joel. But he’ll answer to anything you want to call him.” Travis watched as Erik downed his drink. “Do you have any place in mind?” He licked his lips, catching stray drops of alcohol as he contemplated the question. “I’m not really the patient sort. Do you have a problem with getting a taste here first?” “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” He tapped the back of Joel’s head. “Stop, boy. Sit up. You’ll need to tell me what you want him to do. He’s been trained to follow only my command.” There were a lot of things he wanted Joel to do, but as he regarded the dark head bowed in supplication, Erik knew they were limited by their surroundings. Bound was progressive, but even it had its limits. “Lay him across the table,” he said, drawing the curtain closed. They lost half their light, the only illumination the candle flickering in the sconce on the wall. “I want to feel that throat around my cock.” Travis smiled and rose to his feet, pulling Joel up with him. “Get on the table.” The vampire dutifully crawled onto the flat surface, resting on his hands and knees. Travis held him there for a moment—no doubt showing off how still and patient his pet was. “On your back. Open your mouth.” Joel followed each command without hesitation. Travis worked quickly, unfastening his pet’s leather pants and yanking them down his legs. Once his ass and c**k were exposed, Erik saw that the collar and c**k ring weren’t the only things adorning Joel’s body. Travis pulled a thick plug from Joel’s ass and set it aside. The light danced across his pale skin, etching the tattoos even darker. Erik stood at the edge of the table, his throat tight as he gazed down upon the other vampire’s slim beauty. “He really is a magnificent creature,” he murmured. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better pet. He’s smart, too. Most of them end up getting themselves staked pretty early, but he caught on quick.” Travis slid his hands up and down Joel’s muscled thighs. “I plan to keep this one for a long time.” “I don’t blame you. If he was mine, I don’t think I’d be willing to even share.” He tore his focus away to glance at Travis’s leaking c**k. “I can help you get into his ass, if you want.” Travis nodded and licked his bottom lip as Erik gripped the base of his c**k. He flexed his fingers, squeezing Travis’s shaft before guiding him forward to Joel’s stretched hole. The pet didn’t move, didn’t even flinch, as Travis’s head breached his ass, and Erik’s grip remained firm as he sank deeper and deeper. He knew Travis expected him to let go, but when the side of his hand brushed against the taut muscle of Joel’s ass cheeks, Erik merely smiled and squeezed harder. “I don’t think I would’ve bothered with the plug. They scream louder if they’re not stretched first.” “I like to make sure this one is always ready for me.” His voice wasn’t quite so steady anymore. Erik detected the slightest tremble at the end of each word. “There are other ways to make him scream.” Erik pushed back against the man’s crotch, urging him to begin pumping. Reaching for the whiskey, he dribbled it over Joel’s c**k, his smile widening when it visibly jumped. “You’re going to have to share some of those with me.” He couldn’t resist any longer. Erik bent down and ran his tongue along the pet’s shaft. “I’ll pay for the whole night, of course.” Travis sighed, his eyes heavy as he watched Erik’s tongue chase another drop of whiskey. Erik kept the rhythm slow, and the other man didn’t resist or try to move faster. “Of course. His mouth is still open. Don’t you want to get a taste of what he can do?” With words escaping him, Erik shook his head. He lapped at the fluid until it was all gone, only pulling away to pour even more, creating a pool right at the tip. When Travis’s tempo faltered, Erik tightened his hold and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “I want to feel you f**k him,” he growled. “Don’t stop.” Something like anger passed over Travis’s face—his eyes narrowed, his hard lips thinned further, and his brow creased. His features smoothed over again almost immediately. Erik tugged at him, forcing him to move a little faster, though he expected Travis to balk. But Travis only braced himself against the edge of the table with both hands and bent his head, his tongue catching a bit of whiskey that Erik had missed. As Travis started to f**k his pet, Erik sucked the tip of the c**k past his lips. He stopped at the crown, digging his tongue into the slit to chase the pre-come seeping from it. He wasn’t sure he could remember the last time anything tasted so good. When the sticky fluid was all gone, he lifted his eyes and met Travis’s icy gaze. “I want to hear him come. Tell him to make whatever noise he wants.” Travis loosened the heavy c**k ring without missing a beat, turning the small screws that held the ring in place. “You can come when I do, boy. Erik wants to hear it. Make whatever noise you like.” A flood of moans immediately assaulted Erik’s senses. “Oh, that’s it,” he said softly. His tongue swirled around the velvety c**k, finding the thick vein that ran along its length. Through his lashes, he watched Travis f**k him, clearly frustrated with his lack of penetration. The next time he pushed inside, Erik let him go, reaching down to cup his balls instead. Erik squeezed Travis’s sac with the same force he had used on his shaft. Travis cried out, but Erik barely heard him. Joel’s moans were getting louder, and he even began to gasp, his body twisting beneath Erik’s mouth. His muscles seemed to be vibrating, trembling with some unlocked need. Travis moved harder, slamming into his pet with only Erik’s hand to check his force. Finally succumbing to his desire, Erik opened his mouth and swallowed down Joel’s length, stopping when it was buried in his throat. He closed his eyes and savored the way his lips stretched around it, the way Joel quivered beneath him, the way the music echoed through all three of them. With his nose buried in the pet’s balls, he smelled every drop of pre-come leaking from Travis’s c**k, every bead of sweat collecting on Travis’s skin. The only thing that would make it better would be the taste of blood. He’d prefer blood hot and fresh, erupting from a vein, but in order to get a bite of Travis, he’d have to take his mouth off Joel. His fangs extended, and he let one tip nick the base of Joel’s shaft. The pet’s blood splashed against his tongue, mingling with the whiskey that still lingered there. Joel jerked beneath him, rising up to meet Erik’s mouth with a guttural moan. Travis immediately grabbed his pet’s hip and forced him back down to the table, holding him still as he continued to plow forward. Erik sucked out thin threads of blood, teasing the small cut with his tongue, and swallowed around Joel’s c**k again and again. His entire body ached. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this aroused, but the last thing Erik wanted was to tear his mouth away and focus on his own erection. He wanted to hear Joel shout, wanted to taste his come, wanted to feel him convulse over and over again. But he’d been forbidden to come until Travis did. That left little option. Letting go of Travis’s balls, Erik shoved his hand between the man’s thighs and sought out his hole. It was tight, tight enough to make him growl in anticipation of what it would feel like stretching around his c**k when he f****d the hell out of Travis, but he was relentless as he shoved his index finger deep into its depths. He found what he was seeking right away and scraped across the man’s prostate, looking up to measure Travis’s response. Travis’s face contorted, his eyes squeezing shut, his mouth falling open. He came with one more violent thrust of his hips, and Erik smelled the salty fluid mere seconds before Joel jerked against his tongue. His shout of release was louder than Travis’s had been, and it seemed to thrum through Erik, echoing in his mind. He swallowed the pet’s jizz, making sure he didn’t lose any of it as the shaft continued to twitch between his lips. The other vampire didn’t move when Erik finally found the fortitude to straighten. The pet’s c**k slapped against the taut stomach, and while it would have been tempting to stay down there and suck until it was completely soft, Erik resisted. He dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. “He’s worth whatever you want to charge,” he said, his voice thick. “I want the whole night.” His eyes flashed as they locked with Travis’s. “With both of you.” Travis nodded and tucked himself in his pants. He named a number, but Erik barely heard him. He could have named any price, and Erik would have nodded and agreed to pay it. Once Travis’s pants were fastened, he deliberately tightened the c**k ring again, and yanked on the leash. “Stand up and get dressed.” Turning to Erik, he added, “I have a place that’s just a few blocks away. It’s convenient.” “I’ll follow you there.” And he would. He had waited too long for this night. He would follow Travis to hell if he had to. It wasn’t as if hell was a new notion for him. After all, that was where he’d lived for the past six months.