I might not do 31 of these, I don’t want you to get too spoiled.
Please remember all WIP’s are unedited and haven’t been seen by the amazing people who point out to me that commas actually aren’t optional.
This one is not really titled yet which means it isn’t close to being done. I’m posting it purely to torture fans. What? You didn’t think I’d get to have fun in December too? LOL!
“Clint, come on, you can’t take your weapon to a club.”
“I’m not going to a vampire club unarmed.”
Rick Vernon rolled his eyes. “You still have your magic.”
“What if they have magic suppressors wards.” Clinton Mills scowled at his friend.
“They don’t, I called ahead to make sure.” Rick adjusted the leather straps across his chest. His leather pants hung low on his hips and his tall boots buckled to his knees to finish off the outfit.
“How many cows did you kill for that look?” Clint asked. He set his pistol back in his gun safe and spun the dial. “Fine. But if I feel any suppressors I’m leaving. I can’t believe I’m letting you drag me there anyway.”
Rick snorted. “You need to relax and vampires are perfect for that.”
“I’m not some bite bitch. I’m only going to keep you out of trouble.” He didn’t trust his reckless friend to not fall beneath a vampire’s thrall.
“Tell yourself whatever you want but you need a different shirt.”
“What’s wrong with my shirt?” Clint lifted it up to get a better look.
“Nothing if you’re going for the I’m-a-vanilla-boy-with-no-taste look.”
“Well I’m not going for the leather-bunny-fuck-me-look.” Clint raised an eyebrow at his friend.
Rick growled. Marching over To Clint’s dresser he yanked open the top drawer. “Ah this is more like it. You can wear this black T-shirt and keep those jeans. Your ass looks good in those.”
“Are you checking out my butt?”
“We might not be each others types but I’d have to be a in a coma not to appreciate how fine your ass looks in those pants.”
Clint laughed. When people saw them together they didn’t understand how Clint could be friends with Rick. Clint didn’t have a pretty edge about him. He was all hard angles, tight muscles and bad attitude which served him well on the police force. In contrast Rick was sleek lines and beautiful looks. They might appear different on the outside but inside they had the same damage from growing up in a series of foster homes.
Once he was dressed to Rick’s satisfaction they left Clint’s home and headed for Club Shadowlane.
The doorman nodded to Rick as he waved a VIP pass at them. Rick kept a firm grip on Clint’s wrist. Clint didn’t know if it was to get him through the door or trying to establish ownership. Since Rick got them invited so he could hook up with a vamp while Clint only came to watch his back he assumed it was to get them through.
Rick stopped in front of a check-in counter and asked for a white and a red band. He slipped the white one over Clint’s bicep and the other on his own.
“Red means I’m willing to donate blood. White means you wish to remain pure but are willing to talk.”
Clint raised an eyebrow at his friend. “I am?”
Rick shrugged. “You gotta do something while I’m being sucked. Unless you’ve changed your mind and want your own vamp.”
“No. That’s fine.”
Clint had no wish to find out how a vampire bite felt. He didn’t plan on being anyone’s meal.
They headed for the bar then found a quiet table. Clint knew Rick had chosen the location with Clint in mind. The artist preferred being in the middle of the action but Clint liked his back to the wall where he could spot trouble.
Rick brought Clint back a draft beer and made sure he was happily settled.
“Go on,” Clint shoved Rick’s chair back a bit with his foot. “Go find your fanged date so you can get it out of your system.”
Clint figured once Rick had a vampire bite him he’d feel better. The longing for the unknown ruled Rick’s life, always seeking out the next experience.
“I’ll be fine.”
A bunch of vampires couldn’t hurt him. Not only was he a highly trained officer but he had magic at his fingertips but magic took energy and he always saved it as a last resort.
Rick patted Clint on the back. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Take your time.” The cold beer hit the spot. He didn’t know the brand but it had a nice bitter flavor. Sipping a nice drink while watching all the beautiful people was a better evening than the date he’d planned with a bottle of beer, an old movie and his right hand.
“Hello.” A man slid into the chair opposite Clint. Large and dark-haired, his eyes flickered between gold and red. Vampire.
“Hello.” Clint flicked a gaze over the crowd, located Rick then turned his attention back to the vampire.
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
Clint choked on his beer. “Do you get a lot of pickups with that line?”
The vampire smiled, his inhumanely white teeth glowed in the dim club lighting. “I don’t need to pick anyone up they all come here for tasting. Except you.” He tilted his head to indicate Clint’s band.
Clint sipped his brew. “Yeah, I’m only here to keep my friend out of trouble.”
Pulling his gaze from the vampire he saw Rick heading to the bar with a skinny guy who screamed vampire.
The vampire followed his gaze. “There are rules. As long as he stays in the club he’ll be safe.”
“If he doesn’t vampires aren’t the only thing he’ll have to worry about.”
“Ooh a commanding man. I like that.”
Clint laughed. He met the vampire’s flickering eyes. “Like them bossy do you?”
“Sometimes. I tend to be the one in charge. It’s refreshing to let someone else take the control.”
“I can see that. I’m a domineering bastard in bed too. Don’t get me wrong I’m not into the whole BDSM crap. I don’t whip or beat my dates. I do however tie them up and show them a good time.” Clint slid his index finger along the vampire’s jaw. “What’s your name, honey?”
The vampire laughed. “Honey? Really? You get a lot of guys with that line?”
“Yes I do.” Clint might prefer to live alone but he had his choice of ass when he ventured into clubs. He didn’t often make the effort due to the stress of his job but when he did he never went home alone. Apparently poor dress habits didn’t scare men away.
“My name is Aluin and you are?” The vampire slid from the seat across from Clint to the one beside him.
“I’m Clinton Mills. You can call me Clint.”
“So Clint. I see you don’t wish to be bitten. Can I convince you to give me a kiss?”
“Is that some sneaky way of saying you’re going to bite me?”
Aluin laughed. “No. I promise. I will keep me teeth to myself.”
The vampire’s sculpted face lured Clint back touching. He slid the tips of them along the valley’s of Aluin’s hard jaw and high cheekbones.
“I’m sure you know you’re a beautiful bastard.”
Aluin’s soft mouth curved into a pleased smile beneath Clint’s fingertips. “Yes, I have heard comments regarding my looks before.”
“I bet you have.”
“As I’m sure mon cher, you also have heard of your own attraction.”
“Once or twice. So we’ve established we’re both fine looking men where do we go from there.”
“A kiss?” Aluin’s ever-changing eyes lit up with hope.
“I think I can manage that.” Clint leaned forward only to come to halt when his intuition tingled.
“Stay still.” Clint scanned the crowd. Rick had settled at the bar with his chosen vamp for the night and looked relatively happy.
“Your friend looks fine.”
“Yes, that wasn’t it.”
A huff of air left Aluin. “If you changed your mind.”
“Hush. Sit there and look pretty for a bit. Something is wrong.”
Aluin sat up straight beside Clint.
“I will end you Aluin, you cheating bastard!” A thin man leapt through the crowd and pointed a weapon at Aluin.
Clint grabbed Aluin’s chair, pushing it behind him. He held out his hand palm first and released his magic.
The attacker flew ten feet through the air to slam into the wall. His weapon clattered to the ground.
“Wow, very impressive, my sweet.” Aluin trailed his fingers across the back of Clint’s neck. “I don’t suppose I can hire you for my security force.”
Clint laughed. “No I already have a job. I guess I’ll have to take that guy in now.”
Spinning around to face Aluin, Clint grabbed the vampire by the shirt, yanked him close then kissed him. Molten heat poured through his body almost too hot to handle as it seared down his spine. His cock hardened in his uncomfortably tight jeans.
“Mmm.” Clint released Aluin before he forgot what he needed to do.
“You are the most remarkable human I’ve ever met.” Aluin licked his lips.
“Don’t get out much do you?” Clint headed for the attacker. Someone had already snapped cuffs on him which was fortuitous because Clint hadn’t thought to bring his. Foolish really, with all the leather and metal in the club no one would’ve thought a second about a pair of cuffs dangling from his belt.