remember that...”
Snod didn’t know what to say to that.
The vampire was gone in a blink without another word, leaving Snod alone in the factory. He could
still feel the vampire’s lips ghosting over his, wishing like hell he had been brave enough to steal one
more taste.
Snod took a deep breath, forcing himself to turn and walk away.
Chapter Two
Even though he had showered last night, Snod thought he could still smell the vampire’s scent on him
when he woke up the next morning in his hotel room. He was uncomfortably hard, trying to will all
the blood in his cock to travel anywhere else in his body.
With the memories of his coupling with the vampire guiding his hand, he had touched himself in the
shower. He refused to give in to such temptation again. He glanced at the time, sighing haggardly.
It was four o’clock.
Right on time.
Snod’s internal clock was meticulous, rarely ever needing an alarm to wake up after so many years of
rising early. It was part of why he had done so well in his youth while training with the Order. A strict
schedule appealed to his compulsive nature, and the structure of the rigid rules governing everyday
life had always been comforting.
Until now.
Snod couldn’t begin to count how many rules he had broken. Carnal sins aside, he had let the vampire
feed from him. He had even dared to taint himself with the most foul and sinful substance on earth, the
vampire’s own blood.
He had been seduced by lust, and allowed his body to be violated by a fiend. Worst of all, he had let
the vampire live. He felt dirty down to his bones, the guilt of what he had done oozing out of his every
pore.
Disgust cramped up his guts to the point of vomiting, and he ran to the bathroom. When he was
finished being sick, he rested his head against the cool porcelain of the commode. He needed to
repent. He had no idea how many lashes the bishops would order him to take for all of this, but he
knew in his soul these sins couldn’t be beaten away.
He had liked it.
