Bed and Breakfast [Bloodkin 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth

advice, you’ll ignore his occasional snappishness.”
    Moss couldn’t help a small smile. “Why? It’s charming.”
    Benson’s eyes widened. “Is it? Don’t tell him that, or he’ll just get worse.”
    “What are you telling Moss about me?” a familiar voice sounded behind Moss. Moss turned and predictably saw Vane walking into the living room.
    “Nothing that isn’t the truth,” Benson replied. Moss had the strangest feeling, as if there was a strange, hidden tension between the two.
    Vane walked to his butler’s side and squeezed his shoulder. He didn’t say anything, but it seemed Benson understood what the bloodkin was trying to convey. The tension seemed to drain from his body, and he nodded. “I’ll leave you to your privacy. Goodnight.”
    As the butler left the dining room, Moss’s dilemmas over his strange behavior vanished as Moss realized the moment had come for him to feed Vane. He clutched the armrest of his seat, hoping he would not disgrace himself by asking for something Vane wasn’t willing to give.
    Damn it, he couldn’t even understand himself anymore. What did he truly want? To be with Vane? No, no, that was foolish and irrational. He needed to get a grip, just like Vane had said.
    With that in mind, he got up and faced Vane. “Would you like to have your meal now?”
    It was surreal to make the offer, especially in such a formal way, yet another thing he’d never even dreamed could happen to him. It seemed almost as if Vane was a guest here, and Moss was offering him a snack or a drink.
    “Yes,” Vane said, “if you’ve eaten well.”
    “I have,” Moss replied. The food provided by the servants was always delicious and nourishing. Moss made it his business to remain in top health so that he’d be able to provide the service he’d been hired for.
    With striking gentleness, Vane took Moss’s hand and led him out of the dining room. Moss felt even more aware of the bloodkin’s touch than ever before. He had so many questions, for himself, for Vane, even for Benson. But he didn’t dare speak, lest the spell of their togetherness be broken.
    Vane took him in a smaller receiving room, one no one really used. It was quiet and dark, and Moss had the strangest feeling, like he and Vane were alone in the world. It wasn’t the first time Vane would bite him, but it didn’t really matter. For a brief moment, Moss actually wished only the two of them existed, so that they wouldn’t have to worry about different species and other people’s opinions. He shook that thought off, discarding it as foolish and irrational. That would never happen, and Moss didn’t even want it to. He still loved his family, especially his younger siblings. And yet, for some reason, in only a couple of days, Vane had come to mean a lot to him.
    In the end, dwelling on it wouldn’t help. It was all too sudden, which was why he felt confused and puzzled. He needed to give it a little time, to get accustomed to Vane and his new life at the bloodkin’s side. Perhaps in time, he’d figure out the reality behind this strange chemistry both of them were trying to deny.
    Until then, Moss would do his job and his duty, as per his contract. He sat down on the couch, and Vane took position next to him. Moss’s heart thundered as Vane took his hand and slowly tilted his head.
    For some reason, Moss found himself closing his eyes. Perhaps he was expecting a kiss. It didn’t come, not in a human way in any case. Instead, Vane buried his fangs in Moss’s throat, and sharp pleasure-pain burst through Moss.
    Gasping, he leaned against Vane, gripping the bloodkin’s shoulders blindly. He was burning, screaming, dying, flying, the suction against his neck deliciously agonizing. Before Moss could even figure out what he was doing, he climbed into Vane’s lap and started to grind his ass against Vane’s dick.
    It wasn’t exactly something easy to do, what with Vane holding on to his neck like that, but Moss could be