Page 9 of Mortal Sins

Snod made a face. “Fine. Anything else?”

“I guess that’s it. I just...” The vampire cleared his throat. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Snod nodded, licking his lips. “How do we...”

“Look. Just relax. I’ll take care of you,” the vampire promised. He smiled, slinking over on his hands

and knees toward Snod. He crawled into Snod’s lap, his toned body much heavier than it appeared.

The weight felt good, Snod’s interest becoming apparent very quickly.

The vampire made no comment, guiding Snod’s hands to his hips.

Snod had wanted to rush this and get it over with, but now that the moment was here and his cock was

twitching, he wanted to savor every second. He’d thought about having sex for years, especially as a

teenager when he first noticed that he enjoyed looking at the bodies of his male companions instead of

the females.

He took his vows seriously, ignoring the urges as best as he could. What he wanted was unholy. When

he couldn’t stand it any longer, he would find relief in a shower stall thinking about broad shoulders

and strong jaws, letting the water wash all the mess away.

As the years went by, he knew that he would never be happy in marriage to a woman. He prayed for

guidance, received none, and opted to continue hunting. He rarely even thought about sex anymore.

But now with a beautiful vampire straddling his thighs, every single one of his debauched adolescent

fantasies was taking over his brain. His skin already felt numb, tingling with nerves and anticipation,

unsure of what exactly to do except he wanted to touch and feel.

Snod started to slide his hands up to explore, cringing when he realized he was shaking.

“Take your time,” the vampire said, taking a deep breath he didn’t need. “It’s all right.”

Snod moved over the vampire’s chest with more confidence, frowning at how cold he felt. He

pressed his palm over his heart, startled that there was truly no heartbeat. He knew there wouldn’t be,

but it was still quite off-putting.

He let the vampire undress him, expecting that there would be a rush of clothing flying off. The

vampire surprised him by taking his time, divesting him with an unexpected care and tenderness.

The vampire frowned at all the scars he found beneath Snod’s shirt, tracing over them with delicate

fingers.

“The Order,” Snod explained as if it was obvious. “Lessons.”

The vampire said nothing, but there was a splash of anguish in his smile. Perhaps it was even pity. He