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

seemed to think they could cheat him out of his money. Vane couldn’t handle these tasks himself, since dealing with his foolish kin had become a full-time job that sometimes took far too much time and patience. He required someone he could trust.
    “As I was saying,” he began, “my kind has certain needs, among which the most important one is blood. The bloodkin you’ve met take it by seducing people. I dislike this method, so I hire them instead.
    “Typically, a bed-and-breakfast job means you would provide me with companionship in every way I desire—sexual and for feeding.” He carefully watched Marlais’s face as he spoke. He smiled as he sensed arousal begin to overpower fear. “However, I could make an exception. If you are willing to work as my secretary, I will forgo the ‘bed’ part of it, and only require your blood.” It would be quite taxing on his libido, but Vane had gone without for extended periods of time. He could do it.
    “Of course, you would be appropriately compensated for your services.” He named a more than generous payment, and Marlais’s eyes widened.
    “But, it’s far too much. I couldn’t possibly…”
    “Remember you’d have to provide me with blood,” Vane explained. “That sort of thing doesn’t come cheap.” Indeed, human blood was an expensive convenience. Magic users could create all sorts of dangerous spells with it, making donors particularly hard to find. The only ones who ever applied for Vane’s offers were prostitutes looking for a patron. He had his butler to weed most of them out, but at the end of the day, Vane still needed to pick an unpleasant person to share his next few months with.
    He could tell Marlais was tempted. “I don’t know,” he said. “I really shouldn’t.”
    Vane couldn’t back down now. Even knowing he was corrupting an innocent young man, he coaxed further. “It wouldn’t hurt at all. In fact, it can be quite pleasurable. We would sign a contract and if you at any time desire to leave, you will be entitled to do so.”
    For some reason, Vane’s explanation seemed to impassion the human. “Why me?” he almost shouted. “Why not someone from outside? They’re all much more beautiful, much more appropriate for this than me.”
    Marlais’s words woke something inside Vane. He got up and went around the desk, exposing his face to the young man for the first time. He only did so for the chosen applicant, but it had become clear to him he would not take “no” for an answer.
    He wanted to say no one could ever be more beautiful than Marlais, but it sounded ridiculous and corny even to his own ears. Instead, he offered, “I decide who is appropriate and who isn’t. Now tell me, yes or no?”
     
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    The man’s commanding tone almost made Moss melt right then and there. The situation shouldn’t have aroused him. He clearly remembered how his friends had lost themselves to the power of the strangers, the bloodkin, as this man called them.
    And yet, he could not help himself. He wanted to say “yes” so badly, but he didn’t even know if he could speak. The master of the house looked handsome, powerful, and commanding, dark hair carefully bound back, dark eyes scanning Moss’s face. He reminded Moss of a wolf, a predator like the ones he used to see in the forests next to his hometown. He should run, run while he still had the chance, but his body seemed frozen. In fact, Moss’s dick very much agreed with the idea of staying, and perhaps even taking the original position.
    Even as the thought flashed through his mind, Moss gasped in outrage at his own shamelessness. For crying out loud, he didn’t even know the man’s name. “Is everything all right?” the master of the house asked, arching a brow at him.
    Moss somehow managed to nod. The position intimidated him, with Moss seated and a much taller man looming over him. When the other man switched positions and leaned against the desk, Moss ended up facing a