Kelly Conrad writing as Temple Madison
Kill 'Em With Kisses
By Temple Madison
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Roman Von Drake was a man like any other, until he got a witch mad at him. For revenge, she slapped him with a curse that turned him into the worst kind of vampire known to man—an incubus. Now as he stalks the shadows looking for prey, corpses are found in alleyways drained of blood, and a plague has been declared. Since Jett Ryker lost his friend to a vampire, he has dedicated his life to killing every one he can find, but when he meets Roman, his breath stalls, his heart pumps, and he wants him. Even though Roman is the most beautiful man Jett has ever seen, he has all the earmarks of a vampire, and Jett rejects him.
Roman, with no good on his mind, won’t take no for an answer. He tempts Jett unmercifully, but still Jett refuses. Finally, Roman’s charm wins out, and Jett comes under his spell. By the time Jett realizes he’s been caught in the web of the worst kind of predator known to man, he’s lost, and doesn’t have the will to resist. So, the two begin an affair. What happens? Will Roman suck the very heart and soul out of Jett, or will he get help from an unusual source? Who is it? What is it? Will it come in time to save Jett’s life?
Excerpt
As Jett looked around the room he noticed how dark it was. Closed drapes, old dressers that had the mirrors taken out, leaving only a wooden back, and then he saw a slight imprint on the wall where a cross once hung.
“My God, why didn’t I see it?” he whispered. He looked up at the drapes, rushed over to them, whipped them back, and allowed the hot rays of the sun to flood the room.
“What the hell are you doing?” Roman said.
Jett stared at him, seeing the sunlight bathing his skin. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“My God, you’re a piece of work, Jett. I just made a long speech about not wanting to kill you, but now you’re trying to kill me. I should take offense to that.”
“Yeah. Well, I’m sorry.”
*
“Hey, it’s okay,” Roman said, at last feeling as if his human side were in charge. But then when he looked at Jett, at his charm and his presence, he was reminded of the old James Dean films he’d seen. Jett was like that. He lit up the room with his smile, his dimples embedded into his face like the pins in a cushion. His eyes, his blue dazzling eyes, glimmered in the bright sunlight that had invaded the room. He was the man Roman wanted to hold tight and call his own. But just looking at Jett made his evil side begin creeping out, and Roman hated it. It was a constant battle of good against evil every day, and he could never win. And the guilt he felt when he saw some poor jerk lying dead in the street was agonizing. And even now, looking at Jett, and imagining how good they could make each other feel, he felt the war beginning inside of him.
I could take him now. He’d be putty in my hands. Just a taste, that’s all I need. I won’t harm him, only heighten his pleasure as I take a bit of my own. Like last night, he won’t even remember this moment, and when the dawn comes and he awakes drowsy and sated, he’ll be blissfully unaware of its cause.
As if in obedience to these wayward thoughts, Roman reached up, laid his hand on the back of Jett’s head, laced his fingers through his sexy hair, and kissed him.
“Oh, God,” Jett moaned as all remaining resistance left him.
Roman’s whole mouth was tingling. He closed his eyes as he felt a surge of blood flooding his groin. It was insane. A desperate, no-hold-barred f*** was coming, and he was ready. He quickly began pulling at his pajama bottoms, and his cock sprang free without assistance, a thunderous creature too big for its own skin. Roman couldn’t wait to slam it into Jett’s hot, wet, inviting ass. Suddenly he felt Jett’s hand wringing his cock and pulling his hot meat upward with lusty intent. His naughty hand played, causing Roman’s nerves to shoot off rockets. In a flash, fueled by need, Roman literally lifted Jett off the floor, and physically lay him on the bed. “Spread your f***in’ legs,” he said, almost harshly.
“I want to climb you,” Jett whispered.
“You’ll do some climbing,” Roman promised, and then heard Jett whimper when he slid one finger inside his ass.
He was so wet, so hot, he couldn’t wait to get inside him, and quickly brought his throbbing cock to the entrance of Jett’s hole, and thrust with everything in him.
“Ohhhh!” Jett cried out. “Ohhhh, God!” he cried out again and again. With every thrust Roman made, he climbed higher and higher. “Harder!” he finally pleaded in Roman’s ear.
Roman thrust crazily, the sensations he was creating roiled inside both of them, creating a storm of desire, a thunderous slap, slap, slap of their bodies against each other. He kept ramming into Jett one single thrust after another with ecstasy blinding him. It was like shoving his cock into liquid fire.
God bless humans and their heat.
Roman’s body was shaking, his need immense. He then slid his hand between them and found Jett’s cock and balls. He squeezed his swollen balls, and massaged his cock with a master’s hand.
“More,” Jett whispered. “Oh, God, more!”
When Roman heard that, he drove into him like a berserk machine, his fingers still working his cock as strongly as he thought his human flesh could take. Jett was slick and swollen, twitching inside and out at the pressure he was putting on his cock. Roman’s jerks were so violent he had to wonder if the old bed would hold up under their wild sex.
The nerves in his own cock were painfully alive, and as he thrust, never had he been so aware of every movement, of every shift of pressure or increase in his partner’s raw, undisciplined behavior. Jett’s pre-cum was dripping down his fingers, and Roman was so sensitive to his need he wanted to count the drops.
“Roman,” Jett gasped, the sound of desire in his voice. “Bite me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just…just enough to give me a view of heaven…or hell. Take me to a place I’ve never been before.”
“Yessssss,” Roman hissed like some animal’s mating ritual deep in the wild.
The feral excitement of it all caused his mouth to open eagerly, and with an acute hunger for blood roiling inside him, he brought the knife-like fangs down quickly on Jett’s neck, and bit, sucked, and f***ed.
Just then the mighty strength of an orgasm grabbed Roman, and he cried out, shooting so heavily into Jett he could feel the cum running down the insides of his legs, and onto the bed. The animal in him longed to roll in their bloodied smells, so he shifted himself downward and placed a kiss exactly on the tip of Jett’s cock. The warm pulse of his cock was so delectable that he pulled it into his mouth, and tugged on it with a rhythmic suction, and a flickering tongue. When he got his fill of his cock and cum, he thrust himself back inside Jett, feeling his hole tighten with passion.
*
Jett cried out, his journey swift as he was thrust into a glittery heaven, only to slide right back down into a carnal hell full of writhing bodies, ridiculously long cocks shooting cum into each other’s asses while drinking from a river of blood. This dynamic picture triggered a series of contractions from him, the relief so overpowering it weakened him for a few heartbeats. And then after six skull-numbing orgasms he was lulled into a deep, dark, velvety satisfying sleep.
But Roman wouldn’t leave his cock alone.
“Oh, God, Roman,” Jett said as his hips began another rhythmic dance, his fingers tangling in Roman’s hair with renewed interest.
“You haven’t had near enough,” Roman said as his tongue continued to tease Jett’s naked cock.
“God, how can I come again?” he said, while Roman brought him to brick hardness once again by playing all his trigger points until suddenly with a cry that must have reached the nether regions of hell itself, Jett let go of another creamy blast.
After that, Jett seemed to revel in a totally relaxed state. Like a cat, he rubbed his face across Roman’s chest while he squeezed his shoulders contentedly.
“God, Roman, you’re insatiable,” he whispered.
Hearing that, Roman’s smile fell. It was true, he was insatiable, and although Jett had become special to him, and he would never do anything to harm him intentionally, he had to be true to what he was. Unfortunately, Jett would pay the price.
