At least it was something. Using his hand, he'd stroked up and down the hot, throbbing shaft as he'd listened to the men, the sounds of kissing,
licking, and sucking loud to his ears. Every night more of the same until he thought he would go crazy from the lust that spread through him.
The other thing he noticed were the small scars marking the crew. Not just on their necks but over their whole body. Yet they weren't pale and
lifeless. He'd never seen a crew so fit as these men--each and every one. Not a single man seemed diseased or maimed. All in perfect health, each
one a perfect specimen of manhood in his own way. Almost more temptation than a lusty soldier should be required to resist.
But Skye wasn't here for fucking. He was charged with a different agenda, as long as he was able to hide his mission from the vampire captain until
the time was right.
He rounded a corner of the passageway and stopped abruptly. He should be used to the sight by now. One of the crew pistoning his cock into the
ass of the other. Draped across the ladder Skye needed to climb to get to the captain's quarters.
Both of them big and broad, chests naked, with navy-colored slop pants pooled on the floor at their feet. One bald, the other with red-gold braided
hair, both clean-shaven. The bald man had his hands fisted around the ladder; the other's grip was fastened to the bald man's hips, grinding into
him.
Skye recognized the one doing the fucking as Jupiter, the second in command to Captain Lucienne. Skye couldn't help looking at the defined
muscles of his ass rippling like strong, peaking ocean waves with each stroke of his cock.
Soon his movements grew faster and faster until he stiffened and cried out. Skye held his breath, stepping back into the shadows, his own hard log
thickening painfully against his leg. Since coming aboard this ship it felt like he hadn't had a moment's peace from a raging erection of one sort or
the other.
The sailor finally lifted away. He pulled up and refastened his pants. The bald man turned to face Jupiter. The taller man leaned down and fastened
his mouth over the sailor's, forcing him back against the ladder. Skye had no idea how much longer they planned to stay there, but he had to get
past them one way or the other. He had to assume the captain wouldn't be pleased about waiting for his wine.
Jupiter pulled the sailor away from the ladder and shoved him up against the wall, locking him in place with his body. He turned his head and
looked straight at Skye through the darkness of the passageway.
"Get going then," he growled. "Unless you want some of the same."
Skye stepped over the discarded pants at the base of the ladder. He wasn't interested in a confrontation just at the moment. "Captain's waiting," he
mumbled as he balanced the tray and hurried up the ladder.
"I expect he is. You let me know when you're ready for a good fucking, boy, and I'll be more than happy to break you in to the crew." Jupiter's
amused voice followed in his wake.
Skye didn't even want to think about having the first mate's huge cock reaming him out. He had a feeling it wouldn't be easy...or painless. His gaze
blurred as he had visions of the man driving his prick into Skye's ass. His hands began to shake and he almost dropped the tray. He forced himself
to focus.
His attention centered on the thimble filled with his blood. He didn't dare let the captain have it. One thing he knew from his time with the general,
never let a vampire taste your blood. But how was he going to explain if Nathan should question him later?
He stood in the passageway for a long time trying to come to some resolution. And then he saw the answer scurry not a foot away from him. Blood
that wouldn't tie Skye to the vampire. Wouldn't allow the captain to see into Skye's mind to determine his purpose on the ship.
He looked along the passageway and determined he was alone. He dumped the thimble into a bucket of water setting at the side of the passage
and then followed the shadowy scuttle of tiny feet into a small storeroom to the left. Having been trained to hunt and kill vermin, and kill quickly,
the rat was dead within seconds. Easier than Skye's usual two-footed prey.
He took what he needed to replenish the thimble and tossed the small corpse into a corner. He'd seen a black cat or two on the ship since his
arrival and figured they'd clean up the remains. Whatever happened, he dared not let the vampire drink his blood, no matter how small an amount it
was.
He picked up the tray and headed in the direction of the captain's cabin. Skye's heart hammered in his chest when he finally reached the correct
door. He knocked before opening it, then lifted the latch and entered.
The pirate, Captain Donté Lucienne was legend, feared by most seamen. Word had it he was bloodthirsty and took no prisoners, only bounty,