Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

about the healing powers of nightwalker blood was what had made the Feds so damn interested in his species in the first place.
    A feral look crossed Luke's face, startling Charlie. Then he seized Charlie by the shoulders and drew him into his lap.
    " What …?" His words were cut off as Luke crushed their lips together in a wet, messy kiss.
    Logic evaporated and Charlie groaned at the warm blood coating Luke's tongue, sucking some of it back into his body. A man possessed with lust, Luke slammed him down, their groins connecting. He began to rock Charlie's hips, the hardness of their dicks rubbing him to a place of delirious ecstasy. A wildness consumed Charlie then, too, and he devoured Luke's mouth, wanting his blood and relishing the way the large man's body dwarfed him, surrounded him.
    Even though he had been weakened from the feeding, Charlie was still much stronger than a human. But Luke was sturdy enough to handle it. Clutching the back of his head, he kissed him hard, grinding their erections together.
    Frantic, his hands roamed all over Luke's naked chest, savoring the prickle of hair as they kissed and dry humped against one another. His desire consumed him, removing all thoughts except coming. He wanted to get naked, fuck the big guy, but his passion had reached the point of no return. So close to release, nothing could stop him now. Arching against him, Charlie rubbed his nipples back and forth on Luke, never slowing the undulation of his hips.
    When the moment came, Charlie cried out in shock and elation. Hot, wet fluid filled his underwear, his orgasm driving him into frantic thrusting against Luke. Grunting, Luke seized his thrashing hips, holding him still and canting up once, twice. Then his entire body convulsed as he came, too.
    Mind spinning out of control, body weak with sated desire, Charlie clung to the big human male. Never before had healing a wound been so electric. So all consuming. He trembled from the intensity of it all.
    Cautiously, his hand went to Luke's side, fearing all the jarring might have caused his wound to reopen. He sighed in relief when he found it still sealed.
    Luke placed a large hand over his hand, pressing it close. "Thank-you."
    Charlie nodded. "You're welcome."
    Their breaths were heavy, damp with spit and blood. Luke kissed him and Charlie flicked his tongue out, cleaning the meaty fluid from Luke's chin.
    "That was…" Luke began.
    "Amazing," he finished. With a sad smile, Charlie pulled back and looked deep into those green eyes. He could see their true color now that his vision had returned to normal. "Too bad you won't remember it."
    Luke looked confused for a moment then he said, "I have to go downstairs and talk to the police and check on the bar. Will you be here when I get back?"
    Every ounce of wisdom in Charlie's orgasm-numb mind told him he needed to hit the road. His presence here would only put Luke in danger. Wiping his mind and leaving would be the only way to keep him safe. But over the big guy's shoulder he spied the rumpled bed. Exhausted, he needed sleep and the notion of all that warm, Luke-scented cotton embracing his spent body squashed any further debate.
    To hell with the risks. He wasn't going anywhere.
    "Yeah, I'll be here."
     
    CHAPTER 3
    The damn coppers had a lot of questions. Probably a slow night on the streets. Luke swore he and Tim talked to the indifferent pricks forever, though usually they had very little interest in the crimes in their neighborhood. Rough, poor, and their particular city block being as bent as they came, he was surprised they had even answered the emergency call.
    No doubt wanting to get the dirt, the bar regulars had all stuck around. They must've texted and called more friends because suddenly, for a Tuesday night, the bar was packed. Times were tight so the money would be a blessing. But at three AM, after he sent the last of the drinkers home and hailed a few cabs, Luke decided to call it a night.
    "Can you close up?" he asked Tim and Stephen.
    His oldest friend smiled at him from behind the bar. "Aye."
    Sighing, Luke ran fingers through his shaggy blond hair. "Thanks."
    Tim eyed him funny. "You sure you're all right, mate?"
    "I'm fine," he insisted. Turning to Stephen, the sixteen year old bus-boy, he added, "Now where did your pals run off to?"
    The kid gave him a shrug of boney shoulders. "Mitch already crashed upstairs and George took off an hour ago. Dunno where he went."
    Luke sighed. "Dammit, that kid