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the request. He turned his head and teeth began to press to the already rosy mark. He felt his throat pierced, the blood flow, and he gave himself willingly to be taken fully.
    Boyce continued to thrust into him, his movements growing in speed and yet massaging Tarin’s sweet spot with ease time and time again. Tarin moved effortlessly with him, desire, love, and need continuing to build until he was almost unbearably aroused. All the while he could feel Boyce’s mouth on his throat, sucking steadily until Tarin was lightheaded, although he was unable to decide whether it was from Boyce’s feeding or his own high state of arousal.
    He felt their heartbeats gradually aligning until they became a single, strong cadence. He moved to clasp Boyce’s head to his throat, urging the vampire to take more of his living essence as he knew they were truly as one. His hands were pinned over his head, and Boyce’s hips began a volley of short, sharp, feral snaps that created a barrage of erotic sensation against his prostate. Tarin opened his mouth in a silent scream of ecstasy.
    He came hard, tumbling helpless in the maelstrom of an orgasm far beyond any he had ever experienced before. Pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave, drowning him, and he gasped for air. Boyce’s mouth left his throat and the vampire bellowed his own completion. Tarin moaned at the sensation of the unexpectedly hot, wet pulses of the vampire’s seed coating his quivering channel, burying deep in his willing body. He was overwhelmed by the sheer bliss and as Boyce’s mouth sealed over his, Tarin’s world slowly faded to grey.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Wake up, love. It’s time for you to leave.” The words were like knives in Boyce’s heart. He had lain with Tarin, watching the human sleep. Everything about his love was committed to memory; the way he looked, sounded, smelt, felt, and tasted. Part of him wanted to selfishly keep the boy with him, another hoped he would return next Halloween. Another wished that, once in the world beyond their accursed place, Tarin would find a joyous life without a vampire who only existed for fleeting seconds before being trapped once more.
    However, as Tarin’s eyes opened, the vampire was almost overwhelmed by the depths of love and devotion that shone for him and him alone.
    “Let me stay,” Tarin murmured. Boyce could see Tarin was still drained from their extended lovemaking.
    “You cannot,” Boyce said, his voice thick with anguish and regret. “My lessers and minions would die for you,” he added, knowing he was being unfair. “Is that what you want?”
     
     
    “No,” Tarin gasped. He felt as if his heart was breaking as Boyce helped him dress and his things were brought to him.
    There was a garage he could enter from the house in which the beautiful silver Rolls Royce Phantom was kept. Around it were all the members of Boyce’s family, and they each hugged Tarin tightly in turn. Last of all was Eric, and the youngest vampire’s tears fell freely down his cheeks.
    “I won’t forget you, Tarin,” he whispered. “Be happy.”
    Unable to speak, Tarin shook his head mutely as his eyes sought out Boyce. The vampire stood immobile, his face devoid of emotion. He might have been carved from granite. Tarin got into the car as directed by Flynn.
    “It’s breaking his heart, too, boy,” the blond murmured as he shut the passenger door. “But he has to be strong for all of us, for you.”
    Nodding, Tarin was surprised that Boyce slid into the driver’s seat and then he stared as the lessers and minions armed themselves before Boyce nodded and the doors opened.
    Flynn and Jorge shot forward, intercepting the figures that lurked nearby.
    “Now, Master!”
    The voice was Flynn’s and the car sped forward, making Tarin gasp at the sudden movement. It would only be a short drive from Boyce’s house to the end of the road but it was one now fraught with danger. He gave a sharp yelp of fear as a