Vampires of Noctra(21)

Skye left the galley and headed toward the captain's quarters. As he reached the gangway he heard moans and thumps, the creaking of wood

coming from a corridor leading to the storeroom. He thought better of checking it out. He thought of Nathan. And of Liam, lying in his arms. And

he remembered the vampire captain's kiss.

Suddenly, it was all tinged with a different perspective as he thought of the vial of blood Nathan had added to the food. It hadn't taken Skye long

to realize on this ship if the men weren't fighting, they were fucking--and the reality of what that meant. On other ships if men weren't fighting, they

were gambling and drinking--not fucking the way these men did, nor were they as beautiful.

Is that what vampire blood did to a man? His own cock surged every time he caught sailors in the act. It sometimes seemed like every man on the

ship engaged in sex in one form or another. After what Nathan had said, Skye could feel something different about himself. Is it what made him

ready to give up his mission without a qualm? Is that what already had him fucking or wanting to fuck every man he saw on this ship? He had to

wonder if that also had to do with being the willing servant to a vampire's thirst. Or did it have more to do with the mysterious island of Noctra?

Too many questions yet to be answered.

Why had he hesitated in killing Donté? It's what he had come here to do. And he'd had the perfect opportunity, yet he'd not done it. He could

make excuses for himself, but the bottom line was that he was attracted to Captain Lucienne and he wanted to learn more about him. He wanted to

discover the many facets of the vampire on more intimate terms. And that was a reality as well.

After his parents' deaths, bled to death by vampires, Skye had grown up with hate thrumming through his blood and revenge in his heart. He'd

been told it was vampires who'd killed his parents and everyone else on board his father's ship. That was his sole purpose in tracking down the

famed vampire killer, General Ignatio Encantro. To learn how to kill them.

At seventeen, Skye had hero-worshipped the general, a man with vast knowledge and courage in hunting vampires. Skye had assisted him

countless times in tracking their adversary.

But now, faced with the death of a vampire who would bring Skye much prestige and respect, almost equal to that of General Encantro, he couldn't

bring himself to do it. What was he going to do?

He reached the captain's quarters, knocked and then opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dark, except for two candles in brass

holders setting on the table. Skye tried to peer through the darkness.

He thought he saw movement in the shadows of the bed. And then he heard the all too familiar groan of pleasure.

"Put the tray on the table," a deep voice said from the recesses of the bed. Another, louder groan erupted from the vicinity of the bed.

As Skye's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized one of the crewmembers was beneath Donté. He watched, mesmerized as Donté thrust his

hips. His tight breeches were pushed down to just above his knees. Skye recognized the man beneath him. His name was Velvet.

Skye could just make out dark smears of blood on his neck. His hands were bound above his head. And he was naked from what Skye could see.

"Sit down, Templeton. I'll be with you when I'm finished."

"I can come back."

"No. I said sit down. Maybe you'll get a taste for what you've already refused."

The flash of white teeth, a snarl of fangs lit the darkness. Red eyes glowing and then he turned to look down at Velvet.

"Are you here against your will, Velvet? Do I force you to my bed, to allow me to feed?"

"No, Cap'n," Velvet managed to answer, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow.

Skye saw him surge up against Donté. Donté lowered his head to lick across the sailor's open lips, then thrust his tongue inside his mouth. Velvet

moaned again.

Skye felt his cock engorge, crushed painfully against the front of his own britches. The sight of Donté and Velvet made him want to join them on

the bed, to taste both of them. But more than anything else he wanted to fuck the vampire captain. To make him yield to Skye in a way he was

certain he'd never submitted to another human member of his crew. To impress upon the captain more fully that Skye Templeton was not like the

other men on this ship.

And so he held himself steady. He knew Donté taunted him. Wanted to break him. And he wasn't going to let that happen. He wanted the vampire

captain, but on his terms.

Donté broke the kiss and then leaned down to suck a dark nipple into his mouth, tugging at the dusky flesh. Velvet arched up and Skye saw pure

ecstasy cross his face. Donté's cheeks hollowed and Skye knew Donté fed upon the blood of his bound lover.