Book 3 in the Blood Slaves series
Vance is determined to discover the secrets hidden in The Catacombs, an exclusive all-male fetish club. Someone there was the last person to see his ex-lover alive and he intends to seek revenge for the brutal murder. Once in, he meets Tac, the owner of the club. He's secretive and hot as hell. The BDSM sex is unlike anything Vance has experienced. Tac is becoming an obsession and keeping him from the truth.
Nothing can endanger the vampires' existence. Theron, known in the club as Tac, will destroy any who try. He is dominant and dangerous--in total control of his world. He lives only for sex and blood. He has never been emotionally involved with anyone. Now, a human has slipped into his life and under his skin, making him want more than meaningless sex with blood slaves. But Theron will never allow a mere mortal to bring him to his knees.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of smoking-hot men engaged in multiple-partner sex and bondage.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Dark Man by KyAnn Waters
Vise-like pressure gripped his chest. His gut clenched and his cock throbbed. Sweat beaded on his brow and upper lip. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed hard. Muscles, strained from anticipation, burned like fire. Heat chased along every nerve into his groin and pooled in his heavy balls. Fantasy clashed with reality. The Catacombs. Vance Autry hadn't really known what to expect. He'd only known he'd had to get in.
"What do you want?" The words broke through the haze of lust swirling in his mind. What did he want? Since meeting Tac, that's what he'd been asking himself.
Tac palmed his ass. A blatant show of possession. There was a time he'd have gone off. He wasn't anyone's boy toy. He gave a mental snort. Apparently, that wasn't true. He glanced at Tac. He was devilishly handsome. Tall and lengthy but built. Lean muscles carved his form. Dark hair framed his angular face and draped past his broad shoulders in silken waves. Long lashes fringed amber eyes glinting with something intensely dangerous. Eyes to drown in. Eyes that saw too deeply--into the soul. Tac was dangerous because he was too sexy, too appealing, and Vance could feel himself being slowly sucked into Tac's world.
"A drink," he said in response to the question. Only he was sure it wasn't the answer Tac was looking for. He wanted to know who they were going to fuck first.
Tac chuckled. "If getting you liquored up will let me have my way with you, I'll pour the alcohol myself." The statement surprised Vance. Tac didn't drink and had seemed to appreciate that Vance didn't either.
"Liquid motivation isn't required. Just a soda." Vance didn't drink alcohol because he didn't want his senses dulled. He needed to be in complete control of his faculties. He had to be ready for the unexpected.
Tac went for the cola and Vance stood at the perimeter of the Pit. A room with no limits and few rules. Tac didn't submit. He dominated. He fucked like a machine. At least, that was the conclusion Vance had come to in the few weeks he'd known Tac. It also brought about the hard reality that their involvement was temporary.
Temporary was fine. Tac was a means to an end.
Returning a few minutes later, Tac wrapped an arm around him with a soda in his hand. Positioned behind him, he pressed in close, riding the seam of Vance's ass with his thick, solid cock.
"Have a drink, because I've arranged our entertainment for the evening."
Vance's mouth went suddenly dry and his cock head grew moist. "What's his name?" He took the glass from Tac's fingers and brought it to his lips.
In the Pit, with Tac, even if the players changed, the game was consistent. Always, at the end of the night, Vance came to the same conclusion--he and Tac were together, and with each encounter they shared, Tac slipped a little more under his skin. Becoming involved--emotionally involved--made for an impossible situation.
Vance tried to convince himself that this wasn't his scene. He had a bigger purpose for his behavior. Vance played in the Pit for Tac--because he needed him. Needed information. Vance was only in The Catacombs because he had to be. This was where he'd find the last man who'd seen Seth alive.
Deep down, where he kept his dirty little secret, he admitted he wanted Tac, wanted the club, the hot men and hot sex. He wanted to be fucked to the point of exhaustion. He was Tac's boy toy.
When he'd heard of the club, he hadn't known what to expect. Yet, Seth had been unable to get him in. Membership in the exclusive club wasn't like buying a Sam's Club membership. Not everyone was welcome. At first, Vance hadn't cared. Even though he'd moved on after he and Seth split, they'd remained friends. Good friends. Vance owed it to Seth to find out what had transpired. Vance had a damn good idea that whatever had happened to his friend had begun here, in the club, and ended with his mutilated body found tossed like trash in a back alley.
Vance had found a way into the club. A New Year's Eve house party had secured his invitation. He'd never have believed he'd encounter men, considered to be the influential echelon of Denver, who were members of The Catacombs. He'd never expected to meet someone like Tac. The man had become his obsession. He only hoped he wasn't connected to the individual responsible for Seth's death.
For the past eight weeks, he'd simply allowed Tac to pull him deeper into this deviant underground world of men. At least, that was what he'd believed he'd find in a secret fetish club. He hadn't realized that he would feel as though he belonged here too. However, for now, that didn't matter. He needed information from Tac.
Tac moved into the Pit and Vance quickly set his drink on a table then followed. With every step, he scanned the crowd--pulsing with sexual energy beneath dull ambient light. Leather, chains, loincloths and flesh. The Catacombs was a fetish club for patrons with a predilection for the extreme. But the Pit--the Pit was a fuck fest and Tac was the ringleader as well as the owner of the club.
Tac abruptly stopped and turned. Vance started. Before he could utter a word, Tac grasped the sides of his head and slammed his lips onto Vance's. He parted his lips and the intoxicating taste of Tac filled his mouth. Tac's tongue invaded, tried to conquer. Vance valiantly parried his thrust of taste and retreat. Tongues glided together, teeth clinked. If he wanted rough, he'd give him rough. Vance grasped Tac at the hips and crushed their groins together.
"Is this what you want?" Vance backed Tac against the wall. Lust unfurled in his gut, raged hot through his system. His balls tingled and his cock hardened. Whenever Tac touched him, responsibility and obligations slipped away. He was here for a purpose but when Tac rubbed their cocks together Vance's only purpose was to please and be pleased. Tac was toxic and Vance wanted more.