Forever Broken

The tall wolf looked indecisive for a moment. “I’m not afraid of any fucking maricon vamps.”

“Then prove it. Go after them.” The blond wolf motioned east. “They went that way—ten of them at least. Go on, Chulo, I’m giving you point. Let’s see what you have to show for it when the night is over.”

Chulo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What are you gonna do while we’re chasing the coven?”

“Gonna see if I can get some more information out of this one.” The blond wolf cracked his knuckles menacingly and gave Laurent a meaningful look. “We need to find out their daytime resting place if we’re going to wipe them all out. You get the rest of them and let me work on this one.”

It was the skinny wolf that answered him. “What the fuck are we waiting for?

There’s ten more vamps out there—let’s fucking get them!”

The pack erupted in a chorus of bone-chilling howls and several of the ones in human form seemed overcome with excitement and shifted quickly to wolves. It was a fascinating process, one Laurent had never seen before, and he would have paid closer attention if all of his interest hadn’t been centered on the blond wolf. Now that the pack was in confusion it would have been the perfect moment to escape but he stood like he was rooted to the spot. He couldn’t leave until he knew what had happened—until he was certain that what his heart told him was true.

The pack bounded away, Chulo in the lead. They were mere specks in the darkness in a matter of seconds. After watching them go, the blond wolf turned back to Laurent.

Being careful to keep a safe distance between them, he leaned forward and stared Laurent in the eye. “What the fuck,” he said distinctly, “was that?"

Chapter Three

“I don’t know.” The vampire shook his head. “That is, I think I know but I can’t be certain.” He was taller than Paul but not by that much, with a slender, muscular swimmer’s build and short, nearly curly dark hair. His eyes were a pale green, striking in their intensity, and his features were so delicate as to be almost pretty. Paul could see why Chulo would think this guy was gay even if he wasn’t a vamp. There was something about him—not that he was girly or anything. It was more like… Paul didn’t really know what it was, just like he didn’t know what had happened when the vamp had touched him.

“You better give me some answers quick, cabron, ” he said, putting some menace into his tone. “I’m not known for my fucking patience.”

The vamp spread his hands. “What is it you wish to know?” He had a slight accent that Paul couldn’t place and his voice was melodious and soft.

“You know what I want to know,” he said in frustration. But he couldn’t make himself talk about what had happened when the vamp touched him. It had been so weird, so un-fucking-believable. All he could think about was grabbing the guy and kissing him senseless, which was crazy—he was a fucking bloodsucker! But his cock didn’t seem to know that—it was still hard as a rock behind his baggy jeans.

“Why did you lie for me?” the vamp asked quietly. “There are no others of the Blood in this area—I would have felt it if there were.”

Paul shifted uneasily. He didn’t know himself why he had lied to the pack to save the vamp. Only that he had to have some time alone with him to figure out what the hell was happening. “Why did you admit to being queer?” he heard himself asking, answering the question with one of his own.

The vamp shrugged, a fluid gesture that was bizarrely graceful. “Because I am.

Why deny it?”

“Because admitting it can get you killed, at least around here.” Paul shook his head at the vamp’s naiveté.

“Is that why you pretend not to be?” The vamp raised one slim black eyebrow at him.

Paul tightened up. “I’m not a fucking mamon.”

The vamp frowned. “Forgive me but my Spanish is not the best and I am uncertain of your dialect. Did you just say you are not a sucker of cocks?”

“Close enough. The point is I’m not a fucking faggot and you’d better remember it.”

The vamp took a step toward him. “All I can remember is the way I felt when I touched you.” Paul wanted to back up a step but it would look like giving ground. He held still, glaring at the vamp. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“So you felt it too?” The vamp looked at him hopefully.

“Hell yes, I felt it. It was like someone ran about a thousand volts right through my cock.”

“It was like that for me too. But more so.” The vamp took another step forward.