Bed and Breakfast [Bloodkin 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth Read Free Book Online Page B

forgot what he wanted to say. “How many times have you done this now? You didn’t come here as established, you didn’t tell me your pet name, and now this.”
    Moss would have tried to protest, but all of a sudden, Vane was next to him, having crossed the room in the blink of an eye. He backed Moss against the wall, trapping him between his body and the solid stone. “You’re sorry for lying, aren’t you, Moss?”
    The sound of his name on Vane’s lips made Moss shudder. He hadn’t lied, just broken a promise, and he did regret it, to a certain extent at least. If it caused Vane to treat him like this, Moss would break promises more often. “Yes, my lord.”
    “You don’t look sorry,” Vane pointed out. One hand lifted Moss’s arms and trapped them in an ironlike vise. The other slipped into Moss’s robe to tweak a pert nipple. All the while, Vane licked the shell of Moss’s ear, then down to Moss’s neck. Moss moaned when he felt a hint of fang scratch at the skin. Would Vane do it? Would he drink his blood?
    He was so lost in the pleasure he didn’t register the exact moment when Vane pulled away. The heat of Vane’s body vanished, and the delicious pressure against Moss’s wrists evaporated as well. Unsupported, Moss almost fell to the floor, but he somehow managed to muster enough control to maintain some degree of propriety.
    “I promised I would keep this platonic, and I shall,” Vane said. “You are just too tempting for your own good.” Vane shook his head and his expression turned neutral once more. “Have you eaten?”
    The change in demeanor didn’t really take Moss by surprise, as he was beginning to understand the pattern in Vane’s behavior. Even so, he couldn’t make himself speak and just shook his head.
    “Well, then, put something on. We’ll discuss the rest of the issues over dinner.”
    Moss had the time to nod before Vane took off, leaving him aroused and frustrated. Once Vane vanished out the door, Moss took a few moments to calm down and then focused on the practical. It always helped him in moments of confusion.
    He did indeed need to go to dinner with Vane, so he dried his hair then scanned the room for clothing. A suit had been already laid out for him, most likely by the efficient Pena. Perhaps she had returned during his bath. As he picked it up, he judged it to be his size and of impressive quality.
    It was odd to dress into something like this once again, but just like with Pena, he easily fell into habit. In the past, he’d many times had servants dress him, but after they’d fallen into ruin, the staff in his home had been fired. The fancy clothing had been the last to go, so Moss had plenty of experience with dressing up.
    He finished dressing up just in time, as a knock sounded at the door. Moss opened it, and a servant—this time, male—bowed at him. “If you would please follow me, His Lordship is waiting.”
    Moss nodded and murmured an absent thank-you. The man led him through the strange corridors of the house and back into the main foyer. At one point, they veered right and after a few more twists and turns, reached a dining room. Vane already waited there, at the head of the table, nursing a drink.
    “Ah, excellent. Please, sit.” He nodded toward the seat next to him, where flatware had already been placed.
    Moss wordlessly obeyed Vane’s command. At this point, his body instinctively followed everything Vane ordered, and Moss ceased to fight it. “Do you have any preference? Fish? Veal? Venison?”
    So mundane and bland. One would think the little episode in Moss’s quarters had just been his imagination. “Venison, please.”
    “Very well.” Vane nodded. With a look over Moss’s shoulders, he told the waiting staff, “You can begin to serve.”
    Maybe a minute later, dishes were rolled in, and Moss’s senses were assaulted by delicious aromas. His stomach growled, and his face heated when Vane gave him an amused look. “Go on. Dig