"So, you're a merchant then? Or were you perhaps one of the crew?" By the looks of his damaged and wet clothing, he was a gentleman of some
means. Even wet they seemed to be a cut of fine quality material.
He saw the look in Skye's eyes falter, his glance swiftly taking in the men hovering around, and then flitted back to the captain. Donté saw one of
his hands move to his hip. A reflex action. At another time there might have been a pistol, or a sword, perhaps.
Donté's curiosity was aroused. Was the young man just a merchant, or something more? Skye allowed his hand to drop back down. Definitely not
a stupid man. Very much a man of some intelligence--and caution. Donté liked that. He had a feeling it might be a bit of a challenge getting this
young man to submit and join his crew. As a connoisseur of fine human flesh and blood, just by looking at the self-professed merchant, he bet the
young man's blood was a very expensive vintage of life-giving fluid. Definitely a prize he was not going to toss back to the sea.
Donté rose to his feet and held out a hand. Skye seemed to consider for a moment and then hesitantly accepted the offer, and Donté easily
brought him to his feet. Inches separated them. He could feel the heat of the young man even through the wet, clinging layers of his clothes. He
smelled of the salty ocean, of youth, and vitality. Exhausted to be sure, but Donté had a feeling it wouldn't take much to get him back on his feet.
Donté held his gaze for long moments. The quiet night was broken only by the creaking of the ship and the flapping of the sails in the strong wind.
His gaze dropped to Skye's finely defined lips, traced over the tightly stretched pale skin highlighted in full lunar ambiance and warm firelight. His
blue eyes were shadowed, dark half-moons beneath them. If it hadn't been for that--Skye stepped away and the spell was broken. Donté could sense the young man's wariness. But he appeared interested. Maybe intrigued might be
a better word.
"Onyx, take our exhausted friend and assign him a berth below. And find him some dry clothes. Check with Nathan and get him something to eat."
He turned back to Skye. "We'll talk later."
Onyx stepped forward. "Aye-aye, Cap'n, right away." He looked at Skye. "Follow me and we'll get you settled." He headed toward the
companionway that led to the lower decks. Donté watched Skye stumble after him, then he turned back to the rest of the crew.
"Back to work. The night's still young." The rest of the men quickly dispersed.
The hold overflowed with bounty and he'd planned to head back to Noctra soon. Maybe a few more days out might not be such a bad thing. It
might serve him well to search the area for any other lost souls. Or evidence that a downed ship really had existed.
But right now he had two other sailors who deserved his attention. There were still a few hours left to the evening. He might even release Velvet
and allow him into his bed. Donté felt rather pleased just now with the addition of young Skye Templeton. And he was hungry.
His men would not let Skye Templeton out of their sights until they could gauge the young man's intentions. They might try to fuck him for the fun
of it, but they would fight to the man to protect their vampire captain. One thing Donté knew he could count on was the loyalty of his crew.
Play hard, fight rough, and yield to their vampire master. Would he gain another willing supplicant? Only time would tell.
Donté opened the polished wooden door to his cabin. Vasily had been unchained and was sitting up on the edge of the bed a glass of wine in one
hand and a wedge of cheese in the other. It appeared Liam was just about to attend to the gunner chained to the captain's wall. Velvet was still
bound, his cock deep purple, hard and bobbing, the weight still dancing above the floorboards, his nipples clamped, his body stretched tight,
blood pulsing thickly through every fiber. Donté could hear the thundering beat of his heart.
"Thank you, Liam. You may go. I'll attend to Velvet."
"Yes, Cap'n." Without delay Liam left the cabin. Donté watched him leave, admiring the breadth of his shoulders. Another excellent specimen of
manhood attached to his crew as his gaze dropped to the sweet, tight ass of the man as he walked out the door. He should make better use of the
young carpenter, who happened to be particularly adept with his hands.
As the door closed Donté turned to look at Vasily. His heartbeat was strong as well, not quite as thunderous as Velvet's, but still sounding fully
recovered from his earlier...exertions.
They were both beautifully angelic in their own way, with more of a fallen angel appeal. Both with silky, black braided locks that dusted their