Mark of Cain(ManxMan) Book 1 in the Divine Love Trilogy

Chapter Nine: Feed

A/N: TO LADYBOOKADDICT.  YOUR COMMENTS MAKE MY DAY! YOUR ARE AAAAWWWWWW-SOME!

THIS IS MORE OF A FILLER CHAPTER. I AM SUFFERING FROM WRITERS BLOCK. PLUS I WANT TO SHOW YOU THAT TY IS NOT JUST SOME LOVESICK FANGLESS PANSY. AND I WANTED TO SEE HOW TWISTED I COULD BE SOOOOO WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU.

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT

TY'S P.O.V.

"Before we do anything, I need to feed Ty."

Rhys stood in the doorway of my bedroom while I changed out of my bloody clothes.

"I know. Where should we go hunting?" I asked slipping on a black V-neck shirt to go with another pair of leather pants.

I knew that Rhys liked his blood to be lacd with lust when he fed. So I knew it would be somewhere oozing sex. I just didn't know if he was into men or women this century.

" There's this new club on Lexington and Fifth. I thought we could go there" He grinned at me with a wicked smile.

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Two hours later.......

I stood in the shadows watching Rhys dancing with a young man. He couldn't have been more than twenty- five. He was tall, but not taller than Rhys, with dirty blonde hair that reached just below his jawline. He had a body that suggested he went to the gym. Not to muscled but defined.

Watching them grind on each other made me hard just knowing what was to happen after. Rhys would fuck him whlie we fed.

Rhys leaned close to the man's ear,whispering something to him, then pointing towards me. I smirked back at them licking my lips to entice our pray. He nodded to Rhys and follows Rhys to one of the empty V.I.P. rooms at the back of the club. I follow behind them anticipating the meal to come. One of the guards to the V.I.P. section stopped us at the belted entrance asking for our names. As smooth as butter Rhys captures the guards eyes.

"This is our booth and no one is to disturb us until closing. Also forget us when the sun rises"

His voice soft as velvet, and laced with power fogs the guards mind. His eyes glaze and he just nods. We walk past him closing off the booth with the heavy black curtains.

Once isolated, Rhys attacked the preys mouth kissing him deeply. His hands quickly shredding his clothes. Soon both Rhys and Andrew (I think he said his name was Andrew) were  completely naked and Andrew was on his knees sucking Rhys's cock. I stood watching the show through hooded eyes. I smelled their arousal and it did nothing to lessen my own. Rhys' grunts and moans faded out as the overpowering beat of Andrew's heart filled my mind. My arousal didn't stem from sex. It was bloodlust. I am a blood demon and all things revolve blood. Blood was almost as intimate as sex for my kind.

Rhys dragged Andrew back up to his lips, kissing him roughly. Rhys looked at me, giving a knowing look. Its almost time. I walked over to the black sofa and sat with my legs open. Rhys brought Andrew over and placed him on top of me. His sweat slicked naked back slid down my shirt and leather pants so I held him to me. Rhys knelt down between our legs poised at Andrew's entrance.  He did nothing to prepare him for the pain of entry. He just thrusted into him without a moments notice.

Andrew cried out. The pain nearly driving him crazy. But just soon as the pain rushed through him.  It receded and pleasure took its place.

Andrew's body rubbed  against my hardened member through my pants sending electricity shooting through my body. I felt the pressure build in my lower stomach, threatening to spill over. I fingertips caressed each of Andrew' s nipples. Pulling and plucking each one. Rhys' pounding rhythm picked up, creating even more friction on my erection. My pants became even more uncomfortable. Andrew couldn't see that my eyes glowed a bright violet  and my fangs elongated.