Claiming the Slayer's Son: Blood Lust

Daniel, a vampire slayer in-training has found himself captured by the Vampire Duke Vallos. It's obvious the blood-sucker wants revenge against the Belmound line, not just by changing this slayer into a vampire, but by getting him to drink willingly from the Duke's own veins! Daniel was ready for torture and mind-games, not kindness, concern, and for the Vampire's touch to effect him so much. Will he be able to resist his increasing attraction to the Duke, and to drinking human blood? Is Vallos the evil scum he thought he was, or is it all an elaborate hoax? This erotic tale is 7,545 Words.

Excerpt:

Because he doesn't breathe, I have no idea how close his mouth is to my neck until the first kiss comes, soft and wet. Then comes another as I tense. His lips brush my jugular vein, and he pulls back momentarily, trying to stay himself from feeding. On the next kiss, I definitely feel the flat of his fangs drag against my skin. I angle my head away to elude him, but he just pulls me back.
“I'm not your suck-doll,” I say.
“That's a very colorful phrase,” he answers simply, now kissing my jaw line.
“I'm not gay either.”
He doesn't answer at all. His teeth nip the corner of my jaw, just where Bethany used to...
I shudder, and the Duke is quick to respond, tonguing the sweet spot once more, mouthing and biting it again.
“That's it,” he says. “Your body longs for pleasure, after all of this,” he gushes, referring to my imprisonment here, and perhaps my rigid training to become a slayer. He's mocked me over such before many times.
I curse my weakness as I let out a moan, my body shivering and reveling at his simple touch.
“You can have more, much more, any act you desire, as soon as you eat.” He presents the second goblet, this time full to the brim with dark blood.