THE TRIUMVIRATE Series
By J. Hali Steele
White Blood-Book 1: https://www.amazon.com/White-Blood-Triumvirate-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01H6C8JEI/
I Won’t Stop-Book 2: https://www.amazon.com/Wont-Stop-Triumvirate-Book-ebook/dp/B01H7RGD40/
Twice the Burn-Book 3: https://www.amazon.com/Twice-Burn-Triumvirate-Book-3-ebook/dp/B01LBRK0GY/
Multicultural/Interracial Vampires with M/M/F
Halloween without a bloody good story? Uh, that’s not Halloween! Enjoy meeting three deadly gorgeous (or just deadly) vampires who refuse to settle for anything other than what they want. Men, women, hell, they crave it all and if it doesn’t come to them – they take it!
From White Blood:
“Does daddy know you’re on the wrong side of Curtain’s tracks?”
“I’m not a boy anymore, Jackson.” His acquired abilities helped him immensely, kept him from reaching out, touching the man who reigned in his dreams.
“The way I remember it, you weren’t a boy when you left.” Even white teeth flashed at Cayson. “You filled out a little.” Broad, solid shoulders shrugged as he turned and walked toward the bar. “Been a few years.” He went behind the counter, retrieved a bottle of bourbon, and poured a shot. “Fifteen years, Cayson.” He downed the drink in one gulp. “Last time a white boy’s car did run out of gas on the black side of town I saved him from one bad ass kicking.”
Ignoring Jack’s reference to an incident from their past, Cayson moved to the bar taking in the well-appointed club. “You’ve done okay for yourself.” Didn’t need Jackson to say the place was his. Cayson clearly discerned jumbled thoughts. “I like the name.” Running his hand along the beautiful oak bar top, he added, “Nicer than the one in Charleston.”
“You checked me out?”
“Spent the last week there and put two and two together. Both clubs named Shadows. Did I miss last call?”
You didn’t come here for cocktails.” He pulled another glass from the shelf and filled it. “What is it you’re looking for?”
Cayson took the proffered drink allowing his fingers to feel Jack’s warmth a moment too long. “I wanted to see an old friend.” Jack’s mostly unbuttoned shirt showed skin that glistened with a sheen of sweat under a bright light illuminating various brands of liquor residing on glass shelves. Cayson’s fingers tingled with need.
“Two thirty in the morning is an odd hour to drop by for a visit.” Jack’s eyes pierced him as shaky hands refreshed his own drink. “Curtain’s climate this time of night is not as friendly as it used to be.”
“Don’t remember it ever being real friendly.”
“Black folks moved here from Charleston to have something, Cay, and we protected our own. It’s more important now than ever.” He stared at liquid in his glass. “Anyway your daddy owned the other side of the tracks and as I recall he wasn’t too friendly toward me.”
Cayson thought back to days both were football players in high school. After one game they were last to shower and it didn’t take more than a few looks to understand their mutual attraction. Cayson began to hang back waiting for Jackson. One night he came to stand beside him under the water. When Jack touched Cayson’s cock, it jumped to life and his heart beat so hard he believed Jack heard it as he jerked him off and then proceeded to come himself all over Cayson’s stomach.
Apprehension over being found out didn’t keep him from sneaking away late at night as often as possible during summer vacation to be with Jackson. One night his car ran out of gas a block before their special place and a gang of boys jumped him as he reached the abandoned storefront. Jackson who waited just inside the door to let him in heard the commotion. Bigger and stronger than Cayson in those days, he made short shrift of kicking asses and sending them on their way.
Another catastrophe happened that night.
Feelings new to both involved lots of touching and pumping dicks bringing each other to ejaculation and it was the first time Cayson sucked Jack’s cock. Heated promises whispered about the next time and how Jack wanted to penetrate him with more than a finger caused them to miss someone entering the building.
The white sheriff who discovered them naked took them to the police station and immediately called Cayson’s father. He brutally slammed Jackson into a cell and left him there. All hell broke loose when Cayson refused to leave the station until he coerced his father to call Curtain’s chief and force the cop to release Jackson. Once outside, his father knocked Jackson down threatening to kill him if he ever came near Cayson again.
Ugly words his father shouted that night still lived in Cay’s mind.
Sent the next day to live with relatives as far from home as Barton Covett could get him, he never saw Jackson again.
“What my father wants doesn’t matter anymore.” Cayson watched Jack come around the bar. “I thought about you every damn day.”
“I read somewhere daddy is doing business with vampires.”
“I don’t want to talk about my father.”
Lips curved derisively. “Didn’t want me to touch you.” A hand shot out and gripped Cayson behind his neck. “You look good.” He pretended to straighten Cayson’s bow tie. “I missed you more.”
“I wanted this to be different.”
“So did I.” His head tilted. “You still have electric blue eyes, White Blood.”
Jack’s use of his pet name caused Cayson’s heart rate to ratchet up a few beats. “What did you expect?”
Jack slouched against the bar. “How many vampires have banged your ass?”
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele