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  Bound Mate

  (Erotic M/M Paranormal Romance)

  by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Copyright 2019 by Anitra Lynn McLeod

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  Bound Mate

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  Bound and left for dead on the beach, newly-turned vampire Blake Harrington dreads the morning light. He hasn’t been a vampire long enough to miss the sun, but he has been one long enough to fear it. At least he isn’t alone. Mikkel Paxton, friend and lover, is willing to give him one hell of a farewell but when Mikkel flips the script, Blake’s undead life takes a turn he never saw coming.

  This previously published 3,000 word erotic M/M paranormal romance originally appeared in Just One Bite, Volume 6, under the title Bound for Death.

  Bound Mate

  Sun, sand, and suffering. Those were the three words Blake Harrington used to describe the beach. Right now all he had was the sand part of the equation, but soon, there would be sun, and then the suffering would begin in earnest. In less than two hours, day would break and he’d turn to dust.

  Poof!

  Stupid design.

  Not like Blake was going to get a chance to complain to his maker. The man who’d turned him went up in flames yesterday, and the big guy upstairs wasn’t going to let him past the pearly gates. No way. Becoming a vampire pretty much guaranteed him a one-way ticket to hell. Given the things he’d been doing since he’d been turned, he might have earned himself a seat on the hell express.

  “Regrets?” Mikkel Paxton asked.

  “I’ve had a few,” Blake warbled, doing a poor imitation of Frank Sinatra.

  Mikkel snickered as he plunked down in the sand next to Blake’s bound body.

  The vamps who’d trussed Blake up had selected the end of a concrete-and-steel-tubing stairway that went from the parking lot to the beach. His arms were above his head on the handrails and his legs were attached to the pipes that fed into the last concrete step. Arms up and legs spread, Blake wasn’t going anywhere. When the beachcombers came in the morning, all they’d find was a bunch of restraints and a pile of dust.

  “I could get you out of this.”

  Blake didn’t even glance at the finely crafted leather straps that held him front and center for the big-light-in-the-east show. Looking at his shackles wasn’t going to change the fact he couldn’t get free. Once they’d set the wrist and ankle cuffs on him, they’d padlocked them for good measure. Even with all his strength, and Mikkel’s help, he wasn’t going anywhere. When vamps trussed up one of their own, they certainly knew how to do it.

  “If you help me, they’ll come after you.” Mikkel was too beautiful in the sun to ever become a creature of the night. Not like Blake himself, who was so pale people had thought he was a vampire long before he’d actually become one. His blinding whiteness was why he didn’t like the beach. Well, not in the daylight, anyway. Moonlight on the beach was fine, but for the whole dead-by-dawn thing.

  “If you turn me, they won’t be able—”

  “I already told you I’m not doing that.” Running around indiscriminately turning people was what got his maker fried yesterday. Now they were picking off his minions one by one. Who knew vamps were such selective creatures?

  When Mikkel nodded, his sun-bleached hair flopped into his eyes. If Blake used only one word to describe Mikkel, it would be hunk. Or surfer. Tall, tan, and terrific Mikkel had a body that wouldn’t stop and a burning desire to become a vamp.

  “Why do you want to be one of us anyway?” Blake turned his head, frowning at Mikkel. “We suck.”

  Snickering, Mikkel said, “There’s that, but you can also blow.” Mikkel lifted one brow as he darted his gaze from his baggy skate shorts to Blake’s mouth.

  Tauntingly, Blake licked his lips. “Yeah, but that’s my own personal skill, not one I got with my vampy powers.” He tried to extend his arms out in a classic vampire pose, but the leather restraints held him fast. Bondage was not his thing. Death bondage even less so.

  “Do you want me to go?” Mikkel settled himself more firmly in the sand.

  “Even if I told you to go, you wouldn’t, so stay.”

  “I don’t know why you won’t accept my help.” Mikkel fondled the end of the strap that encompassed his right ankle. “I think we could have a lot of fun together.”

  “Oh, I’m certain that we could.” Given what happened the night they’d hooked up, round two could only be better. When it came to mad bedroom skills, they were evenly matched. “But vamps have advanced sniffers. Wherever we went, they’d find us.”

  “Well, how about one for the road?” Mikkel stood, brushed the sand off his seat, then moved between Blake’s forcefully spread legs.

  “What are you—”

  Mikkel grinned as he dropped to his knees. In short order, he had Blake’s jeans opened, his boxers down, and his suddenly very hard cock in his hungry mouth.

  Eyes rolling back, Blake didn’t struggle or speak or do anything to stop Mikkel. A blowjob before death seemed about the only way to go into that long goodnight. Mikkel’s talented tongue slid over his flesh, taking him from simple pleasure into a zone of sublime bliss. As Blake climaxed, he thought this might be as close to heaven as he was ever going to get.

  “For a dead guy, you taste incredible.” Mikkel tucked him back in his faded jeans and fastened them up with strong, calloused fingers. With death so close, Blake seemed to be hyperaware of everything, including the fact that Mikkel had long fingernails. Not really long, but long enough for him to lightly scratch his skin as he dressed him.

  “I wonder if all vamps taste good.” His maker had tasted of cinnamon and copper.

  “I think it’s just you.” Mikkel licked his lips.

  “I could return the favor.” Blake dropped his gaze to the delectable bulge in Mikkel’s shorts, then peered up into his eyes.

  Mikkel stood. He glanced up and down the shore. “This might be about the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done.”

  “Getting blown on the beach?” Blake could only watch as Mikkel peeled down his shorts with excruciating slowness.

  “Getting blown on the beach by a vampire in bondage.” Out came his marvelous prick—thick, hard, and nestled in dark brown hair.

  Since Blake couldn’t move, Mikkel had to do the work, which didn’t seem to bother him a bit. With teasing seduction, Mikkel lowered his cock to Blake’s lips. Just as Blake opened his mouth to welcome him within, Mikkel backed off.

  “I just wanna make sure you’re hungry for it.”

  Moonlight caused his perfect smile to glow as Mikkel tauntingly eased his cock into Blake’s waiting mouth. Rocking his hips while holding Blake’s head steady, Mikkel bit his bottom lip harder the closer he got to climax. Just as he jetted, he bit hard enough to draw blood, the scent of which sent Blake into a flurry of sucking. Before he realized his intent, Mikkel was back on his knees, but this time he plastered his mouth over Blake’s.

  Sinfully swe
et blood, just the barest bit, exploded his canines from his gums, returned his cock to hardness, and caused a craving that nothing but drinking from Mikkel could assuage.

  If his tongue wasn’t furiously licking at the tiny cut in Mikkel’s mouth, Blake would have berated Mikkel for his foolishness. But then again, trussed up, he couldn’t very well chase him. All Mikkel had to do was walk away, but Blake knew he wouldn’t. This was what he’d wanted all along. Still, once Mikkel pulled away and saw what Blake had become, he would run screaming. Oh well, at least he’d gotten a parting blowjob.

  Mikkel wrenched himself back from their deep kiss and opened his sapphire blue eyes.

  Blake braced himself, but the shock and horror never came. Rather, Mikkel smiled broadly.

  “Your eyes are glowing red.”

  “They do that when I taste blood.” Especially blood that he’d longed for since they’d hooked up.

  “And what long teeth you have.”

  “The better to suck you with.” Considering his mellow reaction, Blake frowned. “You knew what I’d look like in bloodlust.”

  “I did.”

  “And you think, what? In this state, I have no self-control?” When he’d first been turned, that had been true. His hunger had been obscene and so compelling he didn’t care who he ate, or even if he killed them. Once he’d sucked his fill, he’d lapsed into a blood coma. Delirious with satisfaction, he’d then wanted to fuck in the same wild frenzy with which he’d fed. If not for his maker, he feared he might very well have fucked someone to death. As it was, he’d just expended his lust on his maker until the rising sun drove them to seek shelter. By the time night rolled around, Blake had his needs in check.

  “I was hoping I could compel you to bite me.” Mikkel offered up a mischievous grin that caused Blake’s control to slip.

  “Naughty boy. You’re not ashamed of what you’ve done, only abashed that I caught you out.”

  Mikkel leaned back. “You’re the only guy I know who uses words like abashed. Must be that east coast education.”

  “Or more brain cells from less alcohol.”

  After a chuckle, Mikkel’s attention wandered down. “You’re hard again.”

  “Now that ability did come with my vampy powers. Even as a teenager, I didn’t cycle this fast.”

  “Seems a shame to let a beautiful man die with a boner.”

  “Beautiful?”

  “Oh yeah.” Mikkel leaned close as if he were imparting a tremendous secret. “Black hair, perfect pale skin, eyes so dark they’re almost black, and your cock—” He released a long, low whistle. “You are utter perfection.”

  Blake didn’t argue, not when he was too busy enjoying the anticipation of having Mikkel’s perfect lips against his again. After the slowest descent possible without moving backward, Mikkel’s mouth finally pressed against his. As he parted his lips to taste him, he flicked his tongue over the bite, licking it open and spilling just enough blood to prime his entire body. When he groaned, Mikkel matched the sound with a husky growl that lifted the short hairs along his neck.

  “I’m not letting this go to waste.”

  Before he knew what was happening, Mikkel had Blake’s cock exposed and covered in a condom.

  “I’m not going to turn you, no matter what you do.”

  “Right now I just want you to fuck me.” Down and off his shorts went. “But it looks like I’m going to have to do the work.”

  Since Blake was bound with his arms up on the handrails and his legs at the base where the staircase met the sand, he couldn’t move his hips more than a few inches. Mikkel was not perturbed. Straddling his restrained body, Mikkel lowered himself until Blake’s prick was buried between his cheeks.

  Snarling with pleasure, Blake followed that with a frustrated groan that he couldn’t move. All Blake could do was watch as Mikkel fucked himself on his cock. Up and down and oh, God, he had a way of wiggling side to side that drove Blake out of his mind.

  “Bite your lip again, feed me just as I start to climax.”

  Working his hips, Mikkel watched Blake carefully, waiting for the right moment. When it came, he bit his lip and kissed him.

  Bloodlust and climax were a potent combination that practically put Blake into orbit. It was a good thing he was bound or he might not be able to stop himself from drinking Mikkel dry.

  “If I cut your pants off, I can fuck you.”

  Blake imagined what that would look like from a distance. A pale man bound with a bronzed god riding him like there was no tomorrow.

  “Do it.” Blake realized there was no tomorrow for him. Why not go out utterly satisfied?

  Mikkel whipped out a Swiss army knife that looked ancient, but the blade was sharp enough to cut through the faded denim of Blake’s jeans. With three careful strokes, he cut a flap in the seat of Blake’s pants.

  “And now for your boxers.”

  Mikkel’s muscles bulged as he ripped Blake’s cotton underpants apart. The predatory look in his eyes as he literally clawed his way into Blake’s trousers was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  Leaning back, Mikkel grabbed his shorts.

  “What the hell are you waiting for?”

  “Condom.”

  “Right.” His maker told him vamps didn’t get or give any STDs, but Blake would never take that risk, especially not with Mikkel.

  Condom on, body poised, Mikkel stopped. “Christ, Blake. I didn’t even ask if you want me to—”

  “God yes, I want you to. Fuck me, Mikkel.”

  And he did.

  Hard and fast, Mikkel rode his bound body, muttering vulgarities the entire time. When his knees lost traction in the sand, Mikkel tossed his shorts on the concrete and pressed in closer. Restrained and at his mercy, all Blake had to do was lie back and enjoy. For a lifetime finale, it was spectacular. When Mikkel got going, his entire body was one long muscle that never seemed to tire. As Mikkel got close to climax, he leaned his head back, exposing his throat.

  Unable to control himself now that he knew just how good Mikkel’s blood tasted, Blake leaned up and bit him. Hot, salty, and wickedly luscious, Blake’s blood gushed into his mouth.

  Driven by the pain of the bite, Mikkel thrust so hard and deep he scraped Blake’s buttocks against the rough concrete, but Blake didn’t care. Pain fueled his bloodlust. Over Mikkel’s shoulder, Blake saw the barest bit of brightening in the sky. Panic tingled along his nerves but reminded him that Mikkel belonged in the light. He released his neck, flicking his tongue over the wound to close it before he could bleed anymore.

  “Let me drink from you.” Mikkel’s eyes were bright, his expression hopeful.

  “No.” If he could, he would cup his face and kiss him tenderly. “I’ve seen the pictures of you surfing. You belong in the sun.”

  Mikkel shook his head, then hung it, defeated.

  “Finish, Mikkel, let me at least have the image of your pleasure in my mind as I go.”

  Up his head came, but Mikkel didn’t move. “If you won’t turn me, I have no choice.”

  “Choice?”

  Mikkel’s grin grew into a full-fledged smile exposing long, sharp teeth.

  Blake recoiled, but there was nowhere for him to go. Before he knew what was happening, Mikkel’s mouth descended on his throat. He sank his teeth deep and drank. Blood surged from his body to Mikkel’s mouth. As a new and curious lust filled every cell in Blake’s body, Mikkel rocked his hips.

  “Drink from me again, Blake, or we’re both dead.”

  There was a knowing in Blake’s body that together they would live or die. After a fruitless effort, Blake blurted, “I can’t reach your neck!”

  Mikkel moved so that Blake could reach his shoulder, close to his neck. Sinking his teeth into bronzed flesh, he drank. In tandem, they fucked and drank until Mikkel climaxed on a growl that awakened something primitive within Blake’s soul.

  Snarling, he snapped his head back.

  Mikkel grasped his face and f
orced him to look at him.

  Blake had thought a vamp transformation was terrifying, but what he saw in Mikkel was so horrifying he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His hair bristled and thickened, his eyes turned glistening and pale, almost white, but most shocking was the way his mouth changed. All his teeth elongated and every muscle in his body grew taut.

  As Blake watched, he felt those same changes happening to his body. “What have you done to us?”

  “I don’t know, exactly, but I hope this works.”

  Before the transformation was complete, Mikkel rose, shucking his condom and the one still covering Blake’s prick. Fine, blond hair thickened over Mikkel’s body, making him look like a—

  “Wolf!”

  Mikkel grinned. Despite the distortion of his features, he was completely recognizable to Blake. To his shock, he was even more handsome now than he’d been before.

  Lifting his head, sniffing deep, Mikkel considered the brightening sky. “We’ve got to get you out of here.”

  “Why have you done this to me?”

  Stunned by the question, Mikkel simply said, “Because I love you.” When Blake only stared at him openmouthed, he continued. “I knew from the moment I saw you.” He looked at the restraints. “And given what happened to your maker yesterday, I figured the same lurked in your future.”

  “Why not just cut me free?”

  “They’d find you.” Mikkel grasped his leg restraint in both hands and tore the thick leather as if it were no stronger than paper. “Only if we turned each other could I hide you from your—what do you call a collective of vamps?”

  “A suck cluster?”

  Their chuckles sounded odd through their elongated snouts.

  “In my pack, you’ll be welcomed as my mate.”

  “A male mate?”

  “Hey, vamps aren’t the only progressive paranormal creatures.”

  Mikkel tore off the rest of Blake’s restraints, offered out his hand, and hauled him to his feet.

  “My pants.” Blake touched his exposed and now very hairy backside.