All characters who engage in sex are to be considered over the age of eighteen years.
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There are nods to pocketbooklover and partwolf through the universe this story is set in.
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Six months ago
Yuri Bostic was just settling into his appetizer, a lovely redhead with ample breasts when he caught a familiar scent in the air. His hand slowly inched past the hem of the skirt and closed in on her freshly shaven center. His fingers brushed over her soaked slit as his mouth worked lower, tugging her breast free from her strapless dress. Her moans became louder as two fingers slid deep inside her silken folds, sawing in and out before his thumb brushed her clit. Her hips jerked forward as his fangs elongated and a moment later bit into her tender breast, drawing deep. The woman under him climaxed over his fingers as he slowly took his time feeding on her.
Yuri twisted his fingers and rubbed the rough bundle of nerves causing her to climax again. Once his need was sated he looked over to the man slipping into the booth with a bottle of wine and two glasses. After licking the wound, he withdrew his hand, sucking her taste from each finger. "Do you want a taste?" Yuri asked, righting the redhead.
"No, thank you," Colin sighed, seemingly bored with being there. He filled the glasses, offering his long-time friend one. His eyes touched the woman who was recovering. She was pretty, but not what he was looking for.
"Why don't you go have a drink at the bar. I will find you soon." Yuri said as he tucked her breast back into her dress. He kissed her with heat, letting his tongue reassure her that he wasn't done with her. Yuri watched as she scooted from the booth, patting her perfect ass. "She is quite tasty." He murmured. "What makes you so melancholic?"
Colin sighed again, sipping his wine, and looked over the club. He was missing something. He was nearly three thousand years old and bored with living. Apathy had set in a little over a month ago. Neither women nor work alleviated the abyss surrounding his soul. "Nothing seems to interest me." He drained the glass and filled it again.
"I think I am done living." He commented as he swirled his wine. His eyes shut as he took a deep sniff trying to decipher where the wine was from. When he opened them he sighed for the third time in as many minutes.
Yuri's attention shifted fully to Colin. He was concerned with the confession. Colin was the oldest vampire he knew and his lifelong friend. There was only one person who knew that Colin was his sire. "Surely this is a joke," Yuri remarked as his brows narrowed. "You can't be serious."
Colin slid the wine glass from hand to hand across the table as he nodded. "There has been nothing these last few years to hold my interest. I have looked. I have tried everything, and now I'm ready for the long sleep."
Yuri shook his head. "I don't accept that. You are twenty-five years older than me and I am fairly certain we haven't climbed Everest yet." He offered. "And we haven't been back to Australia this century. We have a bet, and you are not backing out of it."
Colin smirked and gave a hard laugh. "Everest? Is that all you got?" He laughed again under his breath. Then something unexpected happened that caught his attention.
"Get your hands off of me!" The dirty blonde-haired woman said as she splashed a glass of white wine in the man's face. She stood, spun around, and took three steps before stumbling into the front of the booth where Colin and Yuri were sitting, landing on her palms. Her would-be date jumped from the table and knocked her forward in an attempt to grab her.
"Typical bitch! I spent good money on dinner. The least you could do is show some respect to those above you." He growled.
She balled up her small fist and punched the man in the nose behind her. "Respect! You have some nerve!" She never saw the slap coming until his hand was halted an inch from her cheek. With a gasp, she followed the new arm to an Adonis of a man. He was well over six feet tall, had short black hair, and had insanely blue eyes.
"Carlo," the Adonis called to one of the bouncers and two men appeared from the darkness and walked the man away. Colin turned to the small woman and took in her features. She was barely five feet tall and looked young enough to be a teenager. Though he knew she had to be of age since she was in the club and his security could spot a fake ID easily enough. She had dirty blonde hair that was set in a French twist. She had blue hazel eyes and a perfectly angled nose that accented her plump pink lips. He had to admire the way they were pressed tight at the moment.
"Are you okay, Miss?" Colin asked, diverting his full attention to the woman. He looked her over from toe to her wonderful eyes, finding he was becoming lost in them. He noted her fist balled so tight her knuckles were white. He also could hear Yuri moving from the booth behind him and came to stand beside him.