The Power of Two

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The Power of Two
– Shayne Carmichael & Mychael Black

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As a vampire Master, Dominic has been eyeing his old friend, Griffith, for quite a while. Being a Master in his own right, Grif has resisted the notion of Dominic controlling him in any way.

With startling skill, Dominic sets out to change that refusal. He has his own deep interest, born of watching Grif’s submission at the hand of another Master. Even though Dominic can’t help but toy with his old friend, in truth, he wants Grif only as an equal. But how to convince Grif without letting his guard down is Dominic’s biggest issue.

Aware of some of that interest but not the reason for it, Grif has his own secret. His trust had been violated by his own vampire Master, and since that night, he’s refused to let another dominate him. And he’d sworn to himself that no one ever would.

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EXCERPT:

A black net shirt molded to his upper body like a glove to a hand. It outlined the movement of muscle as Grif’s hand lowered to the front of his pants, brushing away an imaginary piece of dust. Smirking faintly, dark brown eyes took in the sight of the young man kneeling not too far away from him. The slave had the classic, delicate features Grif tended to favor. The slave’s chocolate brown eyes were lowered as he waited silently for his new Master’s orders.

Turning to look at the one standing next to him, Grif said, “You won this time, Dominic.”

Dominic turned his head slightly towards him, a flicker of amusement in the azure depths of his eyes. He turned back to the young man kneeling before them, and then leaned to the side to whisper in Grif’s ear. “Perhaps next time, my friend.” He moved slowly to the kneeling man and slipped a hand under his chin, lifting his head slowly. “And such a pretty prize you lost, Griffith.”

Grif shrugged and a slow sweep of his eyes traveled over the other vampire Master as he stepped forward. Dominic held even more appeal than the little slave, though Grif refused to admit that. Dominic possessed piercing blue eyes that could look straight into a person’s soul, and Grif had felt that effect more than once himself. “There will always be a next time. And I quite agree; he is a very pretty toy.”

“And what shall I do with my newly-won toy?” It was unclear as to where the question was directed, and Dominic turned to flash a wicked grin at Grif, revealing the slightest hint of pointed teeth. A hungry gaze swept over Grif, as if Dominic favored toying with him over the young mortal they had been competing for.

A brow crept upward, seeing the look that came his way. Grif’s eyes narrowed slightly as he kept a steady gaze on Dominic’s. Folding his arms against his chest, he leaned back against the wall behind him. “Is that an offer to share?”

Dominic looked back down at the young mortal. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips before answering. “Perhaps.” As he bent over to brush his lips across the mortal’s, the leather of his pants tightened over his ass and reflected the light from a nearby lamp.

Looking lower, Grif caught the sight of his leather clad ass. For a brief moment, a darker gleam of his own interest appeared, and he figured the action had been deliberate. An obvious tightening to the front of his pants betrayed the slow stirring of his own body. “When you make up your mind, do let me know, Dominic.”