Lucas planned to party with vampires but when he awoke, he had no idea where he'd ended up or who followed him. Two men want his blood, while the third wants to help him escape. Will Lucas succumb to his attraction to the vampires or leave with his life?
Praise for Followed
"Grabs you right away and doesn't let go. The bondage and hard sex are thrilling in this book... emotionally satisfying and sexy-as-hell."
-- Sara Jay
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Copyright ©2012 Megan Slayer
"Hold still and they won't eat you."
I dragged a breath into my burning lungs and took in my surroundings. Three men stood around me, two with their backs to me and one at my feet. I took another breath and let it out slowly, then glanced down at my body.
Fuck me sideways, I was naked. Whatever they had me stretched out on, I had my arms spread open and my ankles in manacles. I didn't bother to move my wrists. They probably had those in cuffs, too. I tipped my head to the man who had spoken to me.
"Hold very still. Pretend to be dead." The guy closest to me loosened the cuff around my ankle. A lock of his blond hair fell in his eyes, and the muscle in his jaw worked overtime. He didn't just release me from the bond, he caressed me.
"I don't think this one is coming around," he said. "He's still pale."
One of the other men turned around. I held my breath and stared into space. Yes, I was pale. Being stuck in a room for more than twelve hours a day hunched over a computer didn't exactly give me a chance to catch many rays.
"Too bad. I didn't want to drain this one. He's cute. Was."
"I'll dispose of him." Ankle Man patted my shin. "I'm getting good at hiding the evidence."
Hiding the evidence? Of what? Wait. My stomach dropped to my toes. He said something about disposing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's what I got for hanging out with people who could kill me. I started to remember a few details from the night before -- well, I hoped it was the night before.
"What are we going to do? He's one in a million." Fuzzy memories filled my brain. I recognized one of the voices. Micah. He cuddled the other man in his arms. "We'll need a new toy."
I still wasn't sure who the man at my feet was, but I remembered the name of the other man -- Ivan. He and Micah came to my apartment on a monthly basis. Did they want another threesome or a foursome? I tried like hell to keep still. I didn't want a sore ass.
"I'll find you another young one like him." Ivan slapped Micah's jean-clad butt. "He was too old for me. I like 'em closer to twenty-one."
Liked them young? I was only twenty-four. Ancient by college standards, but still pretty damned young.
When the door closed, Ankle Man sighed. "I thought they'd never leave." He rushed to the door and clicked the lock. "I'll get you some pants. Shame, though."
Shame? I sat up and rubbed my head. My brain ached. The room looked nothing like where I normally played with Ivan and Micah. "Where am I?"
"I'll tell you once I get you out of here." He turned his back on me. A sword tattoo decorated the skin between his shoulder blades.
Part of me wanted to touch him. Hell, it had been more than a year since I ventured into the dating scene and six months since my last romantic encounter. I liked sex, but not the emotions attached. I kept emotions out of the equation.
Something about this man was too decadent not to run my fingers over his skin. My cock twitched. Shit. I could deal with the hard-on, sure, but in front of Ankle Man? For all I knew, he wasn't into dudes and might leave me there for the so-called draining the other two wanted to do to me. Ivan, Micah, and I played hard, but never with needles or blood.
Ankle Man stood, a pair of blue jeans in hand. "Wow."
The tips of my ears burned and my tongue felt fifteen sizes too big. I placed my hands over my erection. Nothing but a long, hard fuck would get rid of it. I hated being a man-whore, directed by my dick.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"Why?" He trailed his fingers up my leg. "It's impressive." His lips parted and his eyelids drooped. "Damned impressive."
"I doubt that." I wasn't extremely well endowed. I knew what to do with what I had, but come on. Seven inches wasn't heaven. God knew the other two, Ivan and Micah, reminded me of that fact on a monthly basis.
Ankle Man clenched his teeth. "Pants. I brought you pants."
Had I pissed him off? His Adam's apple bobbed and he moaned. I scooted forward to take the pants and soaked in the vision of his features. Oval face, blond scruff on his cheeks enough to make him look rough around the edges, and his eyes... the darkest brown I'd ever seen. His teeth caught my attention. Not any old canines, these babies were fangs.
Oh, my God, I'd been abducted by vampires.