Bed and Breakfast [Bloodkin 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Read Online Free

sweet Marlais was a breath of fresh air. Unlike the whores outside, he wore simple, but clean clothing. Buttoned up, his tunic covered his chest and lower region completely. But no discreet clothing could hide a beautiful body, and Vane took advantage of his position to admire the human. He imagined those long legs wrapped around his waist, Marlais’s deep green eyes shining in passion, full lips swollen with Vane’s kisses. It was a very tantalizing image indeed.
    “For a what?” he insisted, secretly enjoying the way the young man fidgeted.
    His amusement vanished when Marlais licked his lips. Vane’s gaze immediately went to that little pink tongue, and he found himself wondering how it would feel against his cock. Thankful for the darkness of his office, he adjusted himself in his trousers. “Well, aren’t you going to answer?”
    “A–a prostitute,” Marlais stammered.
    Vane arched a brow. How much did the young man realize? Did he even understand where he’d come? “That’s not exactly the case,” he answered. Sure, it implied prostitution, but a job with him didn’t just mean selling sex.
    Marlais paled. “I…I’m sorry. I saw the people in the lounge and I assumed…”
    “You assumed correctly,” Vane cut him off. “But let me explain for a bit. The position is for a ‘bed and breakfast.’ Have you heard of the bloodkin?”
    Marlais just gave him a blank look, and Vane barely managed to suppress his shock. He hadn’t expected the young man not to know about his kind. “I see,” he continued after a brief pause. “Well, to be short, the bloodkin—my kind—are a race that has certain abilities and certain needs. We are more powerful than humans, but at the same time, we need blood to sustain ourselves.” They also had vulnerabilities, but Vane wouldn’t go into that.
    Marlais’s eyes widened and he shot to his feet. “You! I remember now. Your kind, the bloodkin…You fooled my father. You destroyed my family!”
    So the young man had run into Vane’s people after all. Most likely, he just didn’t know details about them. “Sit down, Marlais,” Vane said neutrally. As a rule, he disliked shouting in his house, and more so from a guest. As much as this human drew him, he would not allow Marlais to disrespect him.
    At Vane’s tone, Marlais shut his mouth. Even so, he didn’t take Vane’s not-so-gentle offer of sitting down again. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I think it would be best if I left.”
    “Oh? And where will you go?” Vane inquired. “You wouldn’t have come here in the first place if you weren’t desperate.”
    This boy intrigued him more and more and Vane disliked the thought he might have to let him go. Of course, if push came to shove, Vane could just force the human to stay, but he hated using his abilities in such a manner. He refused to sink to the level of most bloodkin, who forgot every rule of propriety in order to fulfill their basic needs. Still, he wanted the boy. Damn it, he wanted him so much he ached.
    Marlais looked down, and his lip trembled as if he were about to burst into tears. Vane could smell his fear and shame, and he hated it. He sighed to himself. What was he doing? This boy clearly didn’t have the qualifications needed for a “bed and breakfast.” The thought made Vane wonder what qualifications Marlais did have. Perhaps they could work something out.
    “What did you think the position was for?” he asked.
    “I figured it might a servant position or something along that line,” Marlais replied, humiliation thick in his voice.
    For some reason, Vane wanted to cast away the young man’s pain. He squashed the urge. He was bloodkin, and a noble breed. He didn’t provide charity.
    Still, Vane did need someone to help out with the official part of his businesses. His friend and replacement butler ran the whole house, and had his hands full with keeping the servants in line. The human accountants Vane used until now always