“Brat, if you want to join the conversation then come here!” Harlow snapped.
“Screw you, old man!”
“You will,” he sneered.
Foxx gasped. “You?—”
“No, no, none of that,” Daydric interjected, sounding put out.
Foxx blustered, his lips pursing into a pout.
“Come here, dove.”
The vampire hissed, but stomped over. Stopping near them, Foxx glared, his arms crossed.
“Now listen here, Foxx, Harlow, dhampirs are unpredictable. How strong they become, and how far along they are when their powers manifest, depends on the individual. I would bet, based on how strong Harlow presents himself already, during normal times and otherwise, that within the next few months, his bloodline powers will make themselves known. I promise you now, it will not be a smooth introduction. And you better be prepared for it, because he is…” Daydric grinned, the upturn of his lips smug as hell. “Of my line.” The man let loose a deeplaugh, and then Daydric disappeared, his laughter seeming to trail out behind him.
“BLOODY HELL! Really, Harlow?!” Foxx cursed. “You couldn’t have been like a healer or fucking anything else?!”
“It’s not like I had any choice in the matter!” Harlow snapped, glaring.
Foxx glared back. The man was splattered with blood, but this time, most of it was on his clothes rather than his face… Yet…as he eyed the droplets he could see splatters on his cheeks and in his trimmed beard and mustache, he couldn’t help but find it…
Foxx jumped the dhampir, slamming his mouth down onto his. Harlow’s growl vibrated against his lips, the man’s arms wrapping around him as his hands cupped Foxx’s ass.
As quickly as they started kissing, Foxx broke apart, gasping, “That was so fucking hot.”
Harlow nipped at his bottom lip. “They shouldn’t have touched you, the bastards.” The dhampir gently ran a finger along his cheek, brushing off a drop of blood. “Are you okay?”
Foxx whined. “I hit my head.”
Harlow growled, “Bastards.” The man’s mouth slammed back onto his, ravaging him.
He tugged at Harlow’s jacket, as the man’s hands pulled at his sunsuit. Foxx just wanted skin, and it seems the dhampir did too. The realization had him pulling back.
“Wait, wait!” He gasped. “We can’t have sex here!” Even as Foxx said that, he was yanking Harlow back into a kiss.
Harlow was the one to break away this time. “Cops could come back.” They stared for a moment, as if thinking on the idea, but both seemed to disregard it at the same time, their lips once again sealing together. The kisses were more passionate than ever before.
“Wait!” Foxx cried. “How far does sound travel?! They are blocking the road, but…”
Harlow gave him a hard kiss. “Let’s burn the bodies.” He kissed him again. “Then head back to the cabin.” Another kiss. “So I can fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Yes! Burn them! Burn them all!” Foxx cried, moaning as Harlow’s mouth captured his again, the man’s tongue twisting with his own.
He broke back on a thought. “OH! But the festival! I WAS ABOUT TO BUY SOMETHING!” Foxx whined. “They literally dragged me away right after I gave her my money!”
Harlow chuckled. “How rude of them.” The dhampir kissed and nipped at his bottom lip, before once again delving in.
He turned his head. “The bodies!”
“Mm, the bodies,” Harlow groaned, the dhampir nipping at his chin. “Burn bodies, cabin, sex… Tomorrow, back to the festival.”
“YES!” Foxx cried as the man sucked and nipped at his neck.
“AH, FUCK!” Harlow jerked back, the man’s face was pinched now.
Foxx blinked dizzily. “What?”
