Vampires of Noctra(29)

Donté looked at him and dropped his arms. The words came from Skye like a sonnet recited from memory. But he sensed there was little heart or

emotion behind the words. "I don't know why you stay. Why I--"

"Why you what?"

He could not say the words that seemed to be buried inside him. "I'm a vampire and you're a hunter. They'll come looking for you."

"I doubt it. They'll assume I'm dead. Just like all the others before me. I'm staying because of you. You're more human somehow than the others

I've--"

"Destroyed? Will you one day kill me, Skye?"

"Truthfully? I don't know. But for now--" He again claimed Donté's mouth, and for this moment in the middle of the ocean Donté could dream of a

different future. "For now, I want you more than I've ever wanted a human. I can't explain it, but I have to stay."

Donté wrapped his arms around Skye--the embodiment of all that he had lost when he became vampire--and all that he yearned to embrace in his

future. Until there was no more future.

"How long do you plan to stay up here?" Skye murmured before trailing kisses along Donté's throat.

Donté felt his cock surge hard against his breeches. "Not much longer. Find Jupiter. Send him up to relieve me."

"Aye-aye, Cap'n. As you command." His gaze rose to imprison Donté's. Such a meek and submissive response, but Donté knew it wouldn't last the

hour. Just as soon as Donté returned to his quarters.

He lifted Skye's hand to his mouth. Turned it and licked his inner wrist and the throbbing blue vein that pulsed there. Donté could smell the rich

blood surging through his veins. His incisors ached to penetrate the succulent flesh.

He scraped lightly along Skye's flesh. Would it be tonight? Would he weaken enough to draw the vampire hunter completely into his world? Sire

him as vampire?

He swirled his tongue over the warm beating vein. His gaze lifted to capture Skye's.

"Do it," Skye whispered, his eyes closing, heartbeat racing. "Make me yours. Tonight. Forever."

The yearning to taste the sweet bounty of his young lover's blood spread through Donté. His teeth once more scraped across the fragrant flesh.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of his surrender and the tang of the ocean spray. All that he could ever want was laid out before

him.