Vampire Alonso
Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe
from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to
keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar.
Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life? And if Reese
finds out the truth, will there be any relationship left to risk?
Note:
Landscapes has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: On Boys boxed
set.
Excerpt:
It wasn’t that Reese Chambers made
my cock hard – though he did. It wasn’t that he was beautiful in a rugged,
leather and stone sort of way – though he was. It was that Reese Chambers moved
me in ways I had not been moved in a very long time, in ways that I, who never
lacked just the right words to express myself, found my vocabulary inadequate
to the task. Talia would call it an obsession, and maybe it was; from my first
sight of him mantling his sketchpad like a bird of prey over a fresh kill,
alone in the midst of the crowded pub, I could think of nothing else. It was my
first night back on British soil. It is said that you can never go back home,
and it had been a very long time for me. But the need to come home was in my
blood like fever these past years, as were so many needs that never left me,
but only sharpened with the passing of time.
Next to me, Talia
droned on about suitable residences in Cumbria, about the leasing of a car and
the making of necessary renovations. The Two Dogs was busy for a Monday night
with tourist season past, but being invisible was sometimes easier in a crowd.
***
‘Find out who he is.’ I nodded in
Reese’s direction. Before Talia could protest, I continued. ‘I have a roof over
my head, and I’ve fed. There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.’
Talia’s
cheekbones flushed with the rush of blood, and heaven knew how beautiful she
was in such a state, porcelain pale skin, midnight blue eyes and hair, which
was so close to black that no one but I would have noticed all of the other
colours in her silken tresses. She knew what it was I asked of her, and she
knew the delicate line she tread on the rare occasion when I did ask. A tremor
passed up her long, straight spine, and a bloom of tiny goose bumps textured
her bare arms. It would not be painless, what I asked, and I knew she feared it
as much as she longed for it. I could hear the thud thud of her pulse in the
thin, silken skin of her throat as she swallowed the sudden dryness of fear. ‘What
do you want to know?’
I
leaned forward to rake the tip of my thumb against the pulse point in her
temple. ‘Everything, Talia. I want to know all of it. And when you know, come
directly to me. I don’t care what time it is when you return.’
*****
It was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations
smelling of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I
wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too close to me,
as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired to crush me with its
demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers could not have refused her even
if she had come to him as a toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he
had poured himself into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies
kindling my lust to an inferno.
Though my need was
such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an insistent throb, until she
returned, I held myself contained within skin that felt too thin. When she saw
the state that I was in, she pulled the heavy drapes with an efficient tug,
then with a nod of her head, motioned me to follow her down into the basement
room that had been prepared for me. When she turned to me at the foot of the
bed, before she could opened her kiss-bruised lips to speak, I took her mouth,
starving for the first taste of him, the taste of his saliva, the taste of his
blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d bitten her back. He was rough,
and he liked to be treated rough, but he kept that to himself. He was
embarrassed by it. His lips were slightly chapped from so much time in the sun
and wind, and they’d slid against hers, suckling and stroking and pressing
until her mouth opened to his. With ravenous laps of my tongue, I tasted him in
her mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I could hear the echoes
of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in awhile, and I felt kinship
in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed through my head. Christ, his
eyes were green, dark green like the evergreen forests of the north, and he
kept them open when he kissed her, taking her in with his eyes.
I shoved aside the
silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts, breasts that his hands had cupped.
My nipples peeked to sharp aching points at the feel of his calloused thumbs
raking, pressing and releasing. I breathed in his scent on her breasts, burying
my face in her cleavage, licking the taste of salty, slightly picante maleness,
sniffing and tasting until I could stand it no more. In one violent jerk, I
tore the dress all the way down and shoved it off her shoulders, away from the
flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted. I cried out at the feel of him,
weight on one elbow, knee spreading her thighs, fingers opening her heaviness,
anxious to penetrate, anxious to relieve his need. And then, with Talia free of
clothing, Reese Chambers’ essence filled the room. Talia’s panties were still
wet with his semen mixed with her humid desire, and I tore them from her and
forced her onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees, so that it was not her
face I saw, but his that I imagined. With hands on her hips, I raised her
bottom in the air and spread her still swollen, still slippery folds with
fingers made awkward by my arousal, letting the scent of his hot bread and
honey release intoxicate me. Then I buried my face in her snatch and, as I ate
his lust from her, I knew him.
He was Cumbrian born
and bred, and his accent was the soft lilting sound of the fells. He was a
landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands held the magic of the earth and
his mind conceived ideas for beautiful outdoor spaces; those he liked best were
patterned after Renaissance and medieval gardens. He was homesick and
heartsick. He’d gone to Surrey to work with his father because the money was
good. But his father had died recently and he had returned home to Cumbria. He
didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck stables. He wanted to be home.
He missed the people and he missed the fells. He missed the simpler, more
honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a bit reclusive. He read voraciously
and widely, he liked astronomy and he was afraid of snakes, though it
embarrassed him to admit it. He hadn’t had sex in a long time, and found it
better to have a wank session than a meaningless encounter. The facts of him,
the details of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed ravenously with each
lap of my tongue.
As I ate Talia I felt
the shape of his face, the curve of his chin, the rise and fall of his chest as
he had done the same. I felt the soft tuft of bronze curls nestled between the
hard rise of his pecs and the courser, deeper curls that caressed his testicles
and his cock when it was at rest, but it hadn’t been at rest. How many times
had he taken her? He was thick enough to fill her and the friction of him
inside was delicious and maddening. The shape of him – I wanted to caress the
shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and the taking of his essence from
Talia was an act of ripping away something that should have been mine. As I
bruised her arse with kneading fingers and, as I licked the last of his release
from her, she managed a breathless moan. ‘Take the rest. God, Alonso, take the
rest, and release me.’
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Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
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