VAMPIRE: COLLECTION - TWO HOT & PASSIONATE Vampire Short Stories to Tickle You Numb! (MMF, Menage, Threesome, BDSM, Vampire Romance) by Celia Styles Read Free Book Online Page A

about the boy," he said. 
    "Don't be," I said.  "You were like that once, too, remember?"
    He smiled sadly, remembering the days when he had pleasured and served me.  He was still lithe, a dapper 80-year-old man who probably could have continued to fuck until he was dead.  But our relationship had deepened into a true friendship over the years, and five years ago I released him and got Nicholas. "I do, Sybil," he said.  "And I also know that it's much harder for him than it ever was for me."
    "What do you want me to do, though?  He's a thrall.  For life--you still remember what that means, don't you?"
    "Sybil, please don't take this the wrong way, but I was never in love with you.  Infatuated, yes.  And I spoke the words it pleased you to hear, but I loved the game, not you."
    I rolled my eyes.  "You humans and your love," I said.   "Why do you make everything so complicated?"
    "It is, unfortunately, part of our condition.  You'll have to get used to it, unless you want to enthrall a wizard."
    I snorted.  "And nobody in their right minds would enthrall a wizard," we both said.  Wizards were a varied bunch, and besides being extremely temperamental and partially insane, their powers varied greatly between them, so that while one might have the ability to control fire, another might be the kind of make a literal tempest in a teapot.  "So what should I do about Nicholas?" I asked. 
    "Release him."
    At that moment the bell rang.  Reshi put his hand on my arm, telling me to stay here, he would get it.  I watched him leave the kitchen, wondering if I'd made a mistake of letting him stay.  I wasn't used to getting advice I didn't want, and the temerity of the suggestion that I release Nicholas from our bond was almost an insult.  Didn't I take good care of him? Didn't I look out for all of his needs?  He had a flashy car to drive--in Manhattan, no less--and we took trips around the world and had sex in positions that would put the Kama Sutra to shame.  Wasn't that enough?
    "Sybil," Reshi said, coming back.  He was leading Charles.  "I'm sorry, he says he knows you and that you have a date?"
    "We have no such thing," I snarled.  "He's a shapeshifter."
    "And you're not a thrall," Charles said, to Reshi.  "So what are you doing here?"
    "Reshi is my friend," I said.  "Believe it or not, I have them.  Unlike you."
    "Maybe you could teach me how to have them," Charles said. 
    I looked over at Reshi, seeing if he would help me out by dragging this guy outside and kicking his ass, but Reshi was already on his way out, sensing as he did that nothing good could come of a union between a vampire and a shapeshifter.
    "Someone who doesn’t get the hint doesn't sound like a promising student," I said. 
    "So where is your pet?" Charles asked. 
    "Leave, now," I said.  "Or God help me, I'll find a wizard to put a hex on you against ever coming here again."
    "One dinner," he said.  "Please.  That's all I'm asking."
    For the first time since I saw him he was being sincere.  There was something more to his urgency, something that went beyond the age-old rivalry of our kinds.  I decided I could spare myself one tedious dinner if it meant that he would never come back. "One dinner," I said.  "And only after I've fed."
    ***
    Reshi drove me this time, I didn't want Nicholas making a scene when he saw Charles again, so I loaned him to my friend Lisette for the night.  "Her thrall has been taken ill," I told him, which was true enough.  The poor man had had a stroke two weeks ago, and was still paralyzed on his right side.  "And besides, it's been a long time since she's had anybody half as virile as you."  If Nicholas objected, he was at least well-trained enough to submit gracefully. 
    "I think it's a mistake," Reshi said, on our way to the restaurant.  We were a bit early; our reservations were for 8:00 pm but I liked driving around New York at dusk, catching the last fleeting bits of sun as they kissed the tops