Pleasure Palace
“Which female would you like, sir?” the palace purveyor, a vampire/fey halfling, asked Cas. “All of them are available, except for the two on the settee.” He gestured toward a pair of busty, redheaded nymphs. Just Mirceo’s type.
Stop thinking about him.
Cas had tried to keep busy today, checking on the apprenticeships he’d set up before he’d left for Poly. Now he was able to fund as many as he liked, benefitting even more pups in Abaddon.
For some reason, he’d never told Mirceo about working with those foundlings.
Stop. Thinking. About. Him. Easier said than done; Cas had first met the vampire in this very place, a usual haunt of Cas’s when he’d been in his twenties—mere months ago on this plane.
He gazed over the line of remaining females. Demonesses, succubae, nymphs . . . He finally had the finances to pay for his shadow life, yet all he could think about was Mirceo’s promise to make him ejaculate till his balls pled for mercy.
And just like that, Cas’s shaft stirred. All day, he’d wondered how Mirceo would find him. A blooded vampire would not take separation from his . . . fated one lightly.
Cas still couldn’t believe he’d blooded his former friend. Or that the vampire had bitten him! Now the arrogant prince could dream his memories. Every demeaning one.
Last night, Cas had peered in the mirror at the healing bite on his neck, tracing it with a sick captivation. In a way, Mirceo had marked him, which had alternately infuriated and aroused Cas.
He’d stroked off repeatedly, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that prick had forced on him. Focus, Cas.
Demonesses, succubae, nymphs . . . Yet none of those smiling beauties called to him—
A familiar scent hit Cas. Mirceo was here? Chasing me again!
“Fancy meeting you here,” the vampire said as he strode into the salon. He wore even tighter leather breeches and a form-fitting white shirt that highlighted his teeth and fangs.
The ones that were shoved inside me last night. Cas grew rock-hard. “Do you think to stop me from enjoying myself here?”
“Stop you?” Mirceo flashed him a confused glance. “I’m here for myself. I’ve got two females on reserve. I can indulge in my old pastimes now that you’ve blooded me and awakened my body once more. I mean, look at me, Caspion”—he gestured at himself—“someone should be enjoying all this perfection.” So sly, so bloody seductive.
Cas’s heart pounded in his ears.
The vampire’s gaze dipped to Cas’s groin, then back up. “Careful, sweetheart, your eyes are turning black with rage.”
Cas heard the females whispering:
“Mirceo’s already been blooded!”
“The demon and the vampire are mates!”
“Would’ve loved to see their claiming.”
“To be the jam in that sandwich!”
There’d been no claiming! Turning to the purveyor, Cas said, “I’ll take those.” With a careless wave, he indicated a succubus with purple hair and a dark-eyed nymph, then chanced a glance at Mirceo.
He could swear the vampire’s expression was . . . hurt, before Mirceo masked it with a smirk. Cas coldly turned from him, allowing the females to lead him down the hallway to a chamber. Inside the luxurious room was an oversize bed and a plush divan. “On the bed, ladies. You two get started for me.”
He sat on the divan, needing to get lost in sex. But as he watched the smiling pair begin to kiss, his thoughts drifted, and instead he got lost in memories of that fateful night in Dacia. . . .
One more taste, then he’d end this. One more dip into this unfamiliar well. . . .
Yet soon raw lust overwhelmed curiosity. He slanted his mouth over the vampire’s, demanding more. Their tongues twined, their breaths gone ragged. My gods, this feels so fucking good.
Dimly, Cas realized the giggling females were closing the bedroom door behind them.
He roused, his mind struggling to come back online. Mirceo’s moan slammed him right back into this kiss.
Just one last taste . . .
Some foreign mix of emotions welled up inside Cas. Lust. Yearning. Tenderness warred with aggression.
So much godsdamned aggression. Need to control this! To control Mirceo. He overpowered his friend, pinning the vampire’s wrists above his head.
When Mirceo sucked on his tongue, Cas’s mind was sucked free of thought—until all he could do was feel every searing sensation.
His horns ached in a way they never had before. Even his fangs ached. His dark claws sharpened, and he had the impulse to sink them into Mirceo’s flesh, holding the vampire steady for his use.
Cas’s control faltered, no match for