Gift of Persuasion
Sheila smiled as soon as they walked into the building. “A male gay club? Really, Trevor? Why’d you bring me here?”
She looked over at her maker. His fangs descended as his devilish green eyes glazed over in feverish lust. The wave of his open desire whipped through her like raging storm. Her own sharp incisors crept from beneath her gums.
Sidling closer to him, she slid her hand into his. “See something you like?”
“I want you to sense it…” He dropped that heart-stopping gaze on her. “The rapid pulses, the thick blood pumping through veins, the aura of raw sex in the air… Breathe it in. Then target your victim. Don’t bother reading their minds. Just choose one that appeals to you.”
Shaking her head, she giggled. “You mean to truly test my will. I think I’d have more success in a straight club, don’t you think?”
“My darling, you fail to realize the power you hold. Your elegant umber tone and bountiful curves…” His fingertips danced over her naked shoulder and along the length of her neck. A shudder darted down her spine. “There’s not a man alive who is able to resist your beauty.” His haunting whisper wafted over the thumping music. “Use the gift I’ve given you, the gift of persuasion.”
She scanned the crowd. A man near the bar caught her attention. Nursing a glass of scotch, he eyed her over his shoulder, or rather eyed her maker. He was beautiful, toned. What she liked most about him was that his blood was running hotter than all the men in the club.
He was perfect.
“Come to me,” she commanded in mental message.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he slid off the barstool and ambled toward them, winding his hips to the beat of the music.
“Nice choice. He seems anxious to be your blood whore.”
She grinned up at Trevor as he watched the man’s seductive approach in eager anticipation.
“I have a hot fantasy sailing along my mind,” she whispered. “Can you see it?”
He chuckled. “You wicked little minx. I see you have no problem with abusing your gift.” He reached over his head and yanked his shirt off. “That aside, your desires are also mine and I do enjoy satisfying them.”
Trevor grazed his fingertips over the guy’s erect nipples as he slinked behind him. Moaning, the man helplessly melted into his embrace.
Eyes focused on her, Trevor smiled and tugged on the guy’s shirt, baring his delicious torso. He was teasing her.
Sheila found herself trembling and breathing heavily.
Mouth hovering over his jugular, Trevor winked and crooned, “For you, sweetheart.” Then he lost his fangs in his victim’s flesh.
Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012
I hope you enjoyed this flash tale. I scored this image from a fellow Tumblr blogger, and as you can see it inspired a story.
Thanks to the fans’ requests, there’s a new genre I enjoy writing―M/M/F. I also enjoy M/M, but I think it makes the read a little spicier when a woman is added to the mix.
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