Allyson James- (Anthology- Seasons of Seduction I), Club Vamp.pdf

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Allyson James

Club Vamp

Chapter One

Closing time.

Another night come and gone, another day without an answer.

Adam Chase locked the doors of the club, the padlocks clicking with empty finality.

Kenelm had already retreated downstairs, and Adam had to go to him and tell him

they’d failed yet one more night.

He walked through the dark club, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirrored

wall, a tall man with a mane of blond hair hanging in a tail against his black suit. His

hard, square face held a grim expression, his dark blue eyes empty.

A door in the back of the club led to the private quarters, a staircase leading to the

bowels of the place—Kenelm’s sumptuous home spread under the Manhattan club,

hidden, unseen, secret.

Lord Kenelm awaited him in the living room, which was decorated in black silk

and crammed with priceless objets d’art Kenelm had collected through the ages. This

morning he sat on a gilded sofa studying an Egyptian scarab, solid gold with a sapphire

on its back.

His full name was Ghislain Avent Brennan, Lord Kenelm, but he didn’t make

anyone say all that, not even his blood slaves. He went by Kenelm, a title he’d held

since the eighteenth century.

He’d long since abandoned eighteenth-century garb for more modern dress of jeans

and boots and black leather. Black haired and black eyed, he fit the vampire stereotype

just fine. His dark eyes could suck you to your doom and frequently did.

Adam had first seen his eyes in Paris, the year 1848, when a mob had begun another

revolution and the city reverted to madness. Adam, an Englishman in the wrong place,

had been stabbed and lay slowly dying. Kenelm lifted him out of the muck and took

him home.

His magic had saved Adam and allowed him to live for the next century and a half

without aging. Adam wasn’t a blood slave, he was Kenelm’s best friend and partner in

crime. And what crimes…

Kenelm didn’t look up from studying the scarab, which they’d found in Egypt the

year Petrie had begun his excavations. “Such a beautiful thing,” he said absently,

turning it in his fingers to catch the light. “A beetle, an insignificant insect, recreated to

be a revered and valuable object. On the one hand, the Egyptians were the most boring

and practical people on earth, and on the other—incurable romantics.”

“She didn’t come,” Adam said.

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“I know.” Kenelm looked up, eyes burning Adam all the way across the room. “If

she had, I’d have felt her.”

Adam crossed the room to the bar on the other side, pouring himself a glass of malt

whiskey. He lifted the glass, questioning whether Kenelm wanted any, but the man

shook his head.

Adam knew what he wanted and needed. They’d better find this woman soon, or

Kenelm wouldn’t be able to leave the compound, even at night.

Adam drained his whiskey glass, swallowed the soothing liquid and removed his

jacket. Underneath he wore a white silk shirt, which he also removed while Kenelm

ignored him. He made his way to the sofa and knelt just as Kenelm returned the scarab

to its place on the end table.

“The man said she’d be in Manhattan,” Adam said, trying to sound reassuring.

“We’ll find her.”

Kenelm gave him a deprecating look. “Do you know how many people live in New

York City?”

“Not at last count, no.”

“Many.” Kenelm thumped his feet to the floor and rested his arms on his knees.

“The phone book is about three feet thick. I’m ready to find this woman, kick some ass

and take her back home.”

“You and me both.”

Kenelm lifted Adam’s wrist and ran his tongue across it. “You drank way too much

Scotch tonight.”

“I was depressed.”

“I hate Scotch.” Kenelm’s mouth heated Adam’s arm as he licked his way up to the

bend of his elbow. “Ready?”

Adam nodded once. His pulse was beating fast, his cock stiffening. Kenelm leaned

down and sank his fangs into Adam’s wrist. Adam hissed a breath through his teeth at

the first suckling, then moved his body in rhythm with Kenelm’s mouth. He stroked the

jet black hair that flowed across Kenelm’s shoulders.

He was lucky, he knew. He’d have been dead long ago, but Kenelm had chosen him

for this mission, which guaranteed him long life and protection. All Adam had to do

was keep Kenelm alive, a difficult task but one he gladly performed.

Kenelm gave one final suck and raised his head, wiping blood from his mouth.

“Better?” Adam asked.

“Better.”

He wasn’t completely sated, and Adam knew it, but Kenelm would never say so.

“Ready to hit it?” Kenelm asked. “It’s what, eight in the morning?”

Since all the clocks had struck the hour, there was no denying it. Kenelm rose, his

energy restored for now.

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He was a big man, tall and wide-shouldered, black hair falling in a thick swath. He

was a pure vampire, one of the last of his kind, a man who could put a human into a

trance at five paces and leave him there until he was done. He could be gentle when he

remembered to be, but most of his lovers were perfectly happy to have it rough.

He snaked his arm around Adam’s neck and kissed the side of his mouth. “Thank

you.”

Kenelm always said thank you —in a deep velvet voice with a hint of gravel. It was a

survival trait of vampires to be irresistible, and Kenelm had that trait in spades.

They went to the bedroom where Adam stripped off while Kenelm leaned on the

doorframe and watched. “Do you have any ideas?”

Adam paused in the act of pulling off his briefs, deciding to tell the truth. “No. Not

a one.” He kicked off the underwear and faced him, nude. “I haven’t been much help,

have I?”

Kenelm flicked his gaze over Adam’s body. “You compensate.”

Adam’s balls tightened and lifted, responding to the powerful need of Kenelm’s

gaze. Without word, he walked to the bed. The covers had already been removed, the

sheets cool and inviting. Adam lay down on his back and laced his hands behind his

head.

Kenelm wanted the oil tonight. He rummaged in a drawer for the glass bottle then

removed his clothes with deliberate slowness, while Adam’s skin prickled in

anticipation.

Kenelm was a being made for sex and blood. Hunger and lust, trapped and mixed

up inside a hard male body. Standing over the bed, Kenelm poured oil across Adam,

letting the fragrant liquid stream across his skin before sitting beside him and working

in the oil with his hands.

Adam basked in warmth. Kenelm had just fed, which made him strong and flush

with heat, his skin almost glowing. It made him dangerous, sometimes gentle,

sometimes letting loose his full strength. Adam was never sure what he would do.

Tonight his dark gaze was intense as he rubbed the oil around Adam’s areolas and

slid hands to his navel. Then down to his cock, where he took Adam in both fists and

began to work him.

It was going to be one of the wild nights. Kenelm’s fingers clicked against his palms

as he slid fingers on and off Adam’s cock, his grip tight and designed to bring Adam off

very fast.

Adam tried to will himself to hold back, telling his body to lie still and enjoy as long

as he could. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep his hips from leaving the

bed as Kenelm’s hands stroked and pulled, stroked and pulled.

Kenelm watched him with fathoms-deep dark eyes, liking the challenge but still

wanting to win. There was no way he couldn’t win, and when Adam came it would be

explosive, but for now the game was to see how long Adam could last.

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“Damn you,” Adam said, and Kenelm gave him the smile, ruthless and arrogant.

Fire flowed up and down Adam’s body, shooting tendrils of excitement that

elongated his cock even more, daring Kenelm to enclose all of it at once. Kenelm closed

his grip so tight it was like fucking almost, except the slippery friction of his fingers was

a little different from that of a quim.

“A hundred and fifty years,” Adam murmured. A hundred and fifty years since

he’d started playing this game with Kenelm, and Adam had still not tired of it.

“A hundred and forty-six,” Kenelm corrected. “It took you a while before you let

me touch you.”

“I was ignorant.”

“You were a man of your time. But I have lived and seen—so much more.”

He fell silent, and Adam knew what was coming. Kenelm cranked him harder and

harder, and Adam’s self-control stretched to the breaking point. All of the sudden it

was no use, he had to let go. He envisioned his come leaking all over Kenelm’s hands,

Kenelm leaning down to take it in his mouth, and his climax washed over him. He

moaned…

And Kenelm let him go, cold air flooding Adam’s cock just at the point of

explosion. The fire died enough to keep Adam from releasing, and his body raged.

“Fuck.”

Kenelm laughed, that deep, dark laughter that said the rest of Adam’s day would

be interesting. Kenelm was on the bed before Adam drew another breath, hard hands

lifting Adam’s hips and opening his thighs, so Kenelm could get on his knees and fit

right between Adam’s buttocks.

He’d lubed his cock with the oil so all he had to do was ring Adam a little with his

finger and then enter. Adam’s wanting body drew the cock all the way inside.

“It’s nice to have friends,” Kenelm said as he started his slow, in-and-out seduction,

“for a hundred and forty-six years.”

Adam’s reply was incoherent and obscene. His mind was a blank of sexual ecstasy

and built-up tension, Kenelm deep, so goddamn deep, inside him, and his own cock

standing up hard and heavy.

Just when he couldn’t stand it any more, Kenelm closed his fist over Adam’s cock

and squeezed. Adam released in screaming joy, lifting his hips to let Kenelm fuck him

for as long as the man wanted. Today, it was for a long, long time.

* * * * *

Adam lay on his side later that afternoon, drifting in and out of sleep, a sheet

draped half over his body. Kenelm lay behind him, not bothering with the sheet. He

clicked the remote over Adam’s hip to flip through channels on his wall-mounted

television.

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