Sexy excerpt #3 – What Dreams Are Made Of

Keeping to the vampire theme, my next excerpt is from For The Bite Of It – book one of the Exile Vampire series. This was co-written with Vina Grey – and we are currently writing book 2. We are a little slow in getting the book out because my writing partner took a new job and is VERY swamped! But, we have a self-imposed deadline to get it to our editor by the end of June. 🙂

ADULT EXCERPT: For the Bite Of It, copyright Viki Lyn and Vina Grey, published by Liquid Silver Books

John tossed and turned in the cocoon of covers, his skin sweaty, body too hot. Suddenly he found himself standing beside a king-sized bed, looking down at a sleeping Vincent, red sheets pooling around his knees. His breath caught in his throat. How the hell did he end up in this man’s bedroom?

He scanned the room noticing the stark framed photographs on the walls and the baby grand piano by the sliding glass doors. This was such a vivid dream, none like he’d ever had before or remembered having.

Damn this was more like a nightmare, his hard-on pressed against his khaki shorts.

He ran his hand down the worn cotton of his t-shirt. At least he was dressed, but Vincent only sported black silk boxers and a white sleeveless tee.

The sight of a half-naked Vincent made John extremely uncomfortable, extremely confused and extremely horny. The size of the bed engulfed Vincent. The lean supple body sprawled across the mattress, one leg dangled half off the edge. The man had muscles for being so lean. Vincent’s chest heaved in a relaxed manner, his skin glistening from his night sweat. John let his attention wander downward, the thin silk outlining a good-sized dick making his mouth water. Oh sweet Jesus, he was staring at Vincent’s hard-on and getting all hot and bothered. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. He licked his lips and wondered why he was dreaming this? It was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be.

Please, for fuck’s sakes, let it be a dream.

He gazed at Vincent unable to tear his eyes away. Vincent had beautiful thick hair now mussed around his smooth oval face, a face far sexier than any man he’d ever fucked. Yeah, definitely sexier.

Jesus, what happened to his willpower? He had a choice to control the crazy maelstrom of lust building inside him or give in. Then his gaze honed in on Vincent’s bulging crotch again and his resolve fizzled like a bottle of flat soda.

Pulling at the hem of his shorts didn’t ease his discomfort. His balls were hot and heavy against his skin. Sweat trickled down his neck, between his shoulder blades. His heart thundered like a racehorse picking up speed, his breath rasping in his chest. If his body had anything to say about it, he’d be jumping the man’s bones any minute now.

Vincent’s eyes opened and he half sat up, elbows propped behind him. He smiled and John gave in to his impulses. He sat on the bed, his knee touching Vincent’s ribs. When Vincent stroked one finger down his neck, he groaned without meaning to. This wasn’t real. It was just a dream—so why not enjoy it.

He closed his eyes and took a very deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, nothing had changed. Vincent touched him everywhere, his warm fingers trailing fire in its wake. Vincent pinched and teased his nipples, that ultra-sensitive spot, fueling his lust.

Happy Reading!

Viki Lyn
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