Hi everyone welcome to Victoria's Sunday Snog. - Here's a taste of Valentine's vampire love from Blood Lure - part of the series My Vampire and I:
Tommy, a firefighter has rescued Andrew from a hotel fire unaware that the man is a vampire. Several days later they meet again...
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Tommy was glad he had the next twenty four hours off. It had been the week from hell, and even he, in his near perfect physical condition, was feeling the toll of too many long shifts—dealing with the hotel fire on Robinson, then an apartment fire that had taken hours to contain. Then there had been that weird situation with the guy he’d rescued from the hotel fire—Andrew.
He’d checked with the paramedics who were supposed to have taken Andrew to the hospital and they’d looked at him like he had three heads. Even his buddy Alex didn’t seem to remember much about the incident, and when he’d gone to check the log there was no mention of them handing a hotel guest over to the paramedics.
Yet, he knew he wasn’t mistaken. Andrew had locked eyes with him, they’d recognised each other, he’d called Andrew’s friend just like he’d been asked to—then … then, he wasn’t sure about the rest, but somehow Andrew had ended up being looked after, successfully it seemed, by these friends.
They had to be awful good doctors because Andrew had been really sick. Close to death, really.
Yet, when he’d spoken to him on the phone he’d sounded good. Maybe it just hadn’t been as serious as he’d first thought. But there had been all that blood.
And he hadn’t heard from the guy. That hurt. He’d been so sure Andrew had been sincere about them getting together. He’d tried calling the number Andrew had given him—that Jared whatever his last name was—but there had been no reply, no voice mail to leave a message. Why the hell hadn’t he thought to ask for Andrew’s cell number?
Oh well, chalk it up to just a bout of anonymous sex. Except it hadn’t been anonymous, and the memory of Andrew’s beautiful eyes, luscious lips and sexy accent just wouldn’t fade from his memory.
Damn, but he needed to get laid!
He’d celebrated his time off by taking a long leisurely bath then cracking a Bud light. Now he lolled on the couch, beer in hand, wearing only his boxer briefs and fiddling with the remote trying to find something worthwhile on the television. Maybe he’d go out later…
A knock at the door startled him.
Can’t be Alex, he thought, padding over to the door, he’s on duty ‘til tomorrow morning. He pressed his eye to the peephole just in case it was someone he should put more clothes on for. His breath quickened.
He flung open the door, a big welcoming smile on his face.
Andrew’s eyes gleamed as they skimmed over Tommy’s naked torso, but his answering smile was shy.
“I hope you don’t mind me just dropping by like this?”
“No, not at all. Come in, come in.”
Tommy beamed some more as Andrew stepped inside, and was glad he’d taken a few minutes to tidy up some after his bath.
“How do you feel? You look good—amazingly good, considering. Hey, how’d you know where I lived?”
Andrew chuckled. “You’re listed in the phone book.”
“Oh, right… Duh. Well, I’m real glad you came by.”
“I wanted to see you, Tommy, and thank you again for all you did for me the other night.” Andrew reached out and touched Tommy’s face gently with his fingertips. “I would have undoubtedly died, but for you.”
Tommy tangled Andrew’s fingers with his. “Not on my watch,” he said huskily. He raised Andrew’s hand to his lips and kissed the cool palm. Their eyes met and Tommy whispered, “God, but you are beautiful. That night in the club, I remember only some of it. God knows why. I should remember it all. It was—you were wonderful.”
Andrew could hear the countless questions forming in Tommy’s mind. Questions he could not yet answer. Answers that Tommy would never understand. If the time ever came when Tommy should know the truth, he would have to be told in the most careful and gentle way possible. But for now, Andrew only wished to bring the handsome fire-fighter pleasure. He owed this man his life; it was the very least he could do. While their eyes were still locked on one another, a quick mental pulse calmed the confusion in Tommy’s mind.
Andrew moved into Tommy’s embrace, and their parted lips met in a scorching kiss, tongues tussling, probing, breath mingling, setting each man’s senses on fire. Andrew felt the power in his new blood course through him, heightening his awareness of Tommy’s scent, his taste, the warmth of his skin, all of it fantaszticus. A low growl rumbled up from his throat and Tommy tightened his arms around him.
“Oh, yeah…” The young fire fighter breathed his desire into Andrew’s mouth. “My thoughts exactly.”
They didn’t make it to the bedroom. As if of one mind, they both sank to their knees, their mouths still locked together, Andrew’s arms around Tommy so tight he had to remember to ease up just a little in case he cracked the sweet man’s ribs. Andrew fell backwards, bringing Tommy down on top of him. His mouth settled on Tommy’s neck and the scent and the lure of the young man’s blood almost drove him mad with desire.
Not yet, not yet, not this time…
His hands slid down the length of Tommy’s sleek, muscled body, ripping away the fabric of Tommy’s boxers, to cup the round swell of his ass and pull him in against his own stone-hard erection. Tommy was tugging at the buttons on Andrew’s shirt. In his impatience to feel Tommy’s naked body pressed to his own, Andrew threw caution to the wind and willed his own clothes gone.
Tommy didn’t even seem to notice, just started feasting on Andrew’s nipples, all the while giving out little moans and sighs of appreciation. Tommy’s mouth moved sensuously over Andrew’s chest, teasing the dusting of black hair between his teeth, licking and nibbling at Andrew’s nipples until the vampire thought even he could not bear it a moment longer.
Was it simply because he had gone so long without this exquisite intimacy, or did this young man possess some kind of sexual enchantment that made Andrew crave his touch like he had no other, since Jared? Whatever the reason, it was all he wanted right then. He pushed his fingers through the thick blond hair on Tommy’s head, murmured something in his ecstasy that was incomprehensible even to himself, and Tommy’s mouth slid into Andrew’s armpit, his tongue burrowing hard into the cool scented flesh, taking long and languid strokes that had Andrew gasping his pleasure out loud.
“Oh, yeah…” Tommy’s mumbled approval vibrated on Andrew’s skin, sending tingling jolts through his body. He clasped Tommy tighter and rolled him onto his back. Tommy gazed up at him, his lips slightly lifted in a wanton smile.
“You are so fuckin’ hot, Andrew.”
“And you are the most wonderful mort—man I have ever met.” Andrew almost laughed at his near mistake. He would wager anything and everything that Tommy had never before been called a mortal.
“Mortman?” Tommy’s hands caressed Andrew’s butt. “Is that Hungarian for something?” he asked, his voice low and husky, a teasing light in his eyes.
“No…” Andrew’s eyes met Tommy’s, and there was sincerity in that look. “The Hungarian word—or rather, words—for you are, Csodálatos minden tekintetben.”
“Whoa, that’s kind of a mouthful. What’s it mean?”
“It means…” Andrew laid his lips on Tommy’s, then whispered, “Wonderful in every way.”
“Mmm… Same goes for you.” Tommy curved his strong, limber body into Andrew’s. The fit was perfection. His lips parted under the pressure of Andrew’s demanding kiss. Once again their tongues filled each other’s mouths, intensifying their desire, their bodies writhing together, their swollen cocks sparring like dancing sabres. Tommy whimpered and struggled under Andrew.
“Want to taste you. Want to have what you wouldn’t let me have last time.”