Visions of the Night

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Visions of the Night – Mychael Black

Novel Visions 2

Three years ago, Jonathon Cayle met his lover Kain Hart. Now he’s facing a choice: to turn or remain mortal. Then they meet Jeremy, a young man who somehow manages to complete them. Is it a one-time thing? Or is there more in store for all three of them?

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EXCERPT:

The first thing Jonathon Cayle noticed upon waking was the thick blanket of darkness. Before he could even contemplate getting up, however, a strong arm snaked around him to pull him closer to the man beside him. Jonathon closed his eyes and smiled.

Three years had passed since that fateful night in a New Orleans cemetery. Each year also brought forth a new book starring Kain Hart. Jonathon’s smile widened as a tongue slid slowly over his shoulder.

“Hungry?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I’m not sure which hunger is stronger: the one for you, or the one for blood.”

Jonathon shivered. Kain’s voice had the effect of convincing even the sanest man to do any irrational act Kain could conjure. A soft lick and chuckle from the vampire brought Jonathon’s attention back to the matter at hand: Kain was hungry. Jonathon shifted, rolling onto his side, and as his eyes focused, he saw the outline of Kain’s body. Nothing but a thin white sheet covered him from the waist down, and the sight alone had Jonathon hard within seconds.

“See something you want?” Kain teased.

Jonathon crawled over him, his knees on either side of Kain’s thighs. Kain gripped his hips and began grinding against him. Jonathon groaned and his head dropped to Kain’s shoulder.

“That’s fucking cruel,” he mumbled.

Kain’s chuckle was deep and reverberated through Jonathon’s body. “Is it now?” Kain slipped a hand down Jonathon’s spine, and a finger trailed down his ass to tease his hole. Then Kain pulled his hand away, sucked two fingers into his mouth to wet them, and pushed them inside Jonathon.

“Oh, fuck.” Jonathon bore down, wanting much more than a simple tease. “Please.”

Kain’s other hand slid into Jonathon’s hair, gripped it, and tugged his head up. At the same moment his tongue slid between Jonathon’s lips, Kain’s fingers found his prostate. Jonathon’s whimper died out in their kiss as those fingers worked inside him, circling over the small, smooth gland. He began to tremble and knew damn well he wouldn’t last long at this rate. Kain was entirely too good with his hands.

Keeping a tight hold around his waist, Kain flipped Jonathon over without missing a stroke with his fingers. Jonathon pulled his legs up and ground down on Kain’s hand, arching his back and digging his fingers into the vampire’s arms. With his head spinning and his control quickly spiraling away, Jonathon knew exactly what Kain wanted. Kain only fed once Jonathon came. He said it sweetened the blood; Jonathon was becoming curious about that one.

“Yes,” Kain purred near Jonathon’s ear.

His fingers moved inside Jonathon, circling, pressing, stroking, until he was seeing stars. Jonathon’s body began to tighten around Kain’s fingers, and he moaned in desperation. Kain pulled away and thrust inside him, setting off a chain reaction that bolted through Jonathon’s body like quicksilver.