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

very resourceful when he wanted to, and he managed. He was rewarded when Vane released a little growl of desire, his hand tightening around Moss’s waist as he rubbed his hard cock into the crease of Moss’s ass.
    The barriers of clothing were frustrating, yet irrelevant. Even through the material, Vane’s hand sent shivers down Moss’s spine. He heard himself crying out, but he couldn’t quite tell what he was saying.
    He was so close, so very close to achieving something, something he hadn’t even known he’d needed. And then, out of the blue, the mind-numbing sensations stopped. Vane released his hold on Moss’s neck and licked the wound. Moss opened his eyes and blinked, his head still whirling. “Vane?” he asked, his voice husky, rough like sandpaper.
    Vane’s eyes were filled with inscrutable shadows as he pushed Moss off his lap. He did so gently, almost excruciatingly so. “Thank you, Moss,” Vane said. “That will be all for tonight.”
    Moss’s face burned with embarrassment. “Yes, Your Lordship,” he said. “Good evening.”
    And with that, Moss fled. If he wanted to get accustomed to living with Vane, he certainly wasn’t doing a very good job at it.
     
    * * * *
     
    The next day
     
    Soft, but insistent lips pressed against his own, claiming him, devouring him. Moss leaned in closer, inhaling the wild, familiar scent of the man he craved. No, not the man. The bloodkin. At last, Vane was there, in his embrace, branding Moss with his passion. There were no more doubts now. Moss was completely lost in Vane’s caresses, in their shared desire and lust.
    As Vane swept his hands over Moss’s naked skin, Moss writhed under him, begging for more. Vane’s wicked fingers trailed over his sides, lingered over his nipples, tweaking and pinching. He reached between their bodies and gripped Moss’s hard cock, rubbing his thumb over the leaking tip.
    It was too good, so good it should have scared Moss. It didn’t. He couldn’t remember how to be frightened, and he wanted this. He’d wanted it from the very first moment they’d met. Even the knowledge that they were so different hadn’t changed Moss’s mind.
    Vane, however, seemed to disagree. At the last moment, just as Moss was about to reach climax, Vane broke their kiss and pulled away. “What?” Moss asked, dazed. “Vane, what’s wrong?”
    “You’re human. You’ll never be what I need.”
    Moss tried to reach for his lover, but Vane shied away. “You’re wrong. I don’t know a lot about bloodkin, or about sexuality, but I can learn.”
    Vane could have been a statue for all the effect Moss’s words had on him. “You’re human. You’ll never be what I need.”
    Moss opened his mouth to say something else, to insist and convince his lover that everything would be all right. It was futile. Vane didn’t give him the chance. Instead, before Moss could even speak, the bloodkin once more said that previous, damnable phrase. “You’re human. You’ll never be what I need.”
    Over and over, he parroted the words, until Moss’s head whirled, not with pleasure, but with self-disgust. He wanted so badly to be what Vane needed, but he was a failure, an absolute and utter failure.
    The ache of it got so horrible, so intense that Moss snapped his eyes shut and screamed. He half expected Vane to keep speaking those awful phrases, to forever sentence him to a life of inadequacy. But all of a sudden, Vane stopped. Moss looked up, only to realize Vane was nowhere to be seen.
    Moss groaned. Another dream, although this one had been very different. Usually, when Moss dreamt about Vane, he fell into an erotic wonderland. To this day, Moss didn’t understand it. Some of the peculiar things Vane did to him in those fantasies were unlike anything Moss had seen before, even in books. He had no clue how he could have come up with them.
    Tonight’s nightmare, though, was easy to explain. His subconscious was telling him what Moss had known all