I Won’t Stop
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Ancient blood runs deep and it’s much colder!
Layne Indigo’s existence abounds with extremes—men, women, his own bloodlust, and death. Especially death. He’s a supreme stalker of not only humans but his kind, vampires, some of which are so audacious he relishes ending their lives. Adding to his troubles, he becomes enamored with a cunning woman who hates vamps more than anything and Layne can’t let Emerald “Esme” Franklin out of sight.
Carnage amongst both species has Layne uncertain of his ability to continue as a member of The Triumvirate that rules over vampires. One thing he is sure of after Emerald surrenders her virginity—Layne wants more. Until Esme belongs to him, Layne won’t stop.
A Multicultural M/M/F Vampire Romance
“Don’t remember seeking companionship or advice, Cayson.”
“You require someone’s counsel. Your best friend, Julius, is busy courting your inamorata’s mother, so you’re stuck with me.” Cay’s eyes remained glued on the couple at the bar. “Jesus.” He adjusted his cock. “Except for Jack I’d be all over that piece of tail. He’s magnificent.”
Layne grunted. “You tread close to death.”
“And which would I be dying for?”
Stretching his legs, slouching further into his seat, Layne turned to look at Cayson. Studying his protégé, the only vamp privileged to digest his blood aside from Julius, he smiled baring sharp fangs. “Perhaps both.”
“Yeah, right. Who is he?”
“What do you want?”
“Jack’s going over accounts in his office and we couldn’t help but feel your displeasure.” Cayson Covett’s mate, Jackson Reynolds, owned Shadows in Curtain as well as club Shadows in Charleston, South Carolina. Vampires frequented both clubs in the wake of Jackson’s hunter cell disbanding months ago. “Why didn’t you keep Esme in New York?”
“She missed Curtain and asked to come home.” Cay attempted breaking his barriers. “That’s not going to pan out. Ask what you want to know.”
“I spent a lot of time at your side learning to flush out strays and hunters.” All vampires knew Layne to be an extraordinary stalker and he’d trained many including Cay. “Aside from Julius you never gave a damn about what anyone wanted.”
Layne returned to observing the couple. “Did you not benefit from my kindness?” Attacked by an ancient undead creature, Cay’s lover had been near death before garnering two votes needed from The Triumvirate to gain salvation. Cay wasted no time turning Jack who soon after admitted his gayness along with declaring love for Cay. Both men grew up in Curtain and bore not only sexual discrimination, they now carried another label—monster.
A different world yet prejudices still reared its grotesque head.
“I can never thank you and Julius enough for allowing me Jack.”
Layne had turned one vampire in his lifetime, Julius Talmane who, before becoming one third of The Triumvirate, made Cayson. Layne smiled recalling the exorbitant fee his friend extorted from Cay’s racist father even though Juls would have done it for nothing. The council needed a fledgling with compassion to temper both factions’ desire to kill. Cayson, dying of cancer, met all requirements. “I don’t need thanks every time we meet.”
“I’ve seen you screw women, wipe their minds, and move on.”
“Thanking me will not smooth over what you’re going to say next.”
“What are you after?” Cay searched Layne’s face. “You’re gone for a month, you’ve been back the same length of time and nothing has changed. Why haven’t you taken her?”
He and Julius had come to care for the young vampire whom they imbued with enough strength to conquer fiends from either side of the equation—undead or human. But Layne would only allow Cay to go so far. “Not your business.”
“She’s like family, Layne.”
Layne watched her closely each day and he’d come to like her sassy bad ass. Why, indeed? And he wanted her so badly his balls ached. He’d asked himself every single day since he snatched Emerald away from everything she knew why he didn’t just fuck her and call it a day.
Because once won’t be enough.
“I don’t get it.”
“There’s nothing for you to get.” Layne stared head on at Cay. “When did you know Jackson was right for you?”
“I think we belonged to each other from the first moment we touched in high school.” Sitting back in his chair, Cay asked, “Does this have to do with Emerald and why you won’t release her?”
Had Layne become so transparent? “I simply wish to keep her.” He fingered the bullet hanging from his heavy chain. Fabricated from holy wood and shot from specially made hunter weapons, it could destroy some vamps. “We won’t discuss this ever again, Cayson.” Emerald had fired the bullet at Layne after a ruckus between a hunter and stray vamps that interrupted a celebration a few months ago in honor of Covett Petroleum’s newest oilrig off the coast of South Carolina. “When did you last enter a sacred place?”
“I’ve made piece regarding my relationship with God.” Cay nodded toward Layne’s chest. “How do you wear that thing so close to your heart.”
“Are you afraid of it?”
“We already talked about fear.”
“We discussed Jackson’s fear regarding his sexuality many weeks ago behind your home. What are you most afraid of?”
“Losing Jack and living alone forever. I fear Hell.” Cay shrugged. “I lost hope of entering Heaven.”
“Why did you let your beliefs go?”
“I don’t relish entering and dying in a place of worship surrounded at every turn by consecrated wood if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You only lose what you give away.”
“What is this about, Layne?”
“We take life, shit, we live on human blood. If we are to survive it’s important for our undead nation to remember we are also the Lord’s children.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m going to rip that motherfucker’s heart out and bury it so goddamn deep his God won’t find it.”
“Because he’s talking to Emerald?” Cay’s eyes widened. “I’ll be damn! You do want her.”
“I might.” Layne snapped his fingers and vanished with the male vampire who had dared touch Emerald in tow.
Growl and roar—it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele