**NSFW** Wicked Warriors Halloween Hop

****PLEASE BE AWARE: I write GLBTQ romance. GLBTQ stands for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer. This means my works feature same sex relationships AND same sex sexual acts. If winning that kind of a book isn't your cup of tea, kindly pass on to the next blog in the hop and leave the spot open for someone else. Thank you.****

For my part in the hop today, I'm sharing a Halloween free read I wrote a while back, featuring my sexy couple Jack and Alan. ***THIS STORY IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK AND CONTAINS GRAPHIC MANLOVE!!**

There. You've been warned. If your boss catches you now, it's on you, pal. :-)

For my prize, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of the winner's choice of any of the Jack and Alan books, found at my website.  The Jack and Alan books are: "Cupid Knows," "On Solid Ground," and "The Best Kind of Prize."  To enter to win, just leave a comment below with the title of the book you'd like and your e-mail.

PS - If you'd like a copy of "Happy Halloween" you can download a pdf here.

"Happy Halloween" by DC Juris 

The handsome vampire had arrived about twenty minutes after me, and had been slowly making his way closer since. He stopped and chatted with people here and there, meandering around the room in what could've been mistaken for nonchalance, had he not kept sending me those lustful glances. I shivered as he finally reached my corner. Up close those mysterious, shimmering crimson eyes and gleaming fangs had me stifling a moan.

“You are the one called Jack?” I nodded. The vampire reached out and took my hand. “Come vith me.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, but he gave no answer. I followed along at his side, not really caring about the destination so much as what would happen once we reached it. He led me into a small bathroom, and I frowned. Not exactly romantic, but I supposed it would do.

He locked the door behind us, then turned and pushed me roughly against a towel rack on one of the walls. I found myself with my face buried in a brown towel. “What are you--”

“Don’t speak.”

His arms snaked around me and he unbuttoned my pants. One hand slid up under the front of my shirt to toy with one of my nipples while the other dove into my briefs and began working my cock.

I gasped and wiggled against him. “What’s your name?”

His hands faltered. “My name?”

“Don’t you think I should know your name if you’re going to fuck me?”

“My name is, um...Vlad.”

I couldn't suppress a snicker. Vlad? That was original. “Vlad,” I moaned his name on a long sigh and arched my ass in invitation.

Vlad’s hands left me momentarily to deal with his own pants. He pushed mine to the floor and pressed the rigid line of his cock against me. “I vant to fuck you.”

I swallowed down a giggle at that ridiculous accent. “Yes,” I panted. “Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours!”

I heard the pop of the cap on what I assumed was a bottle of lube, then felt the slick of Vlad’s fingers along my rim. He slid three of them into me and I sucked in a quick breath as he curled them and trailed just a feather-light touch over that sweet spot. I let go a little mewling noise as waves of hot pleasure spiraled through me.“No noise!" Vlad commanded. "The others vill hear you and come investigate. Ve don’t vant that now, do ve?”

I shook my head. At the moment all I wanted was a hard vampire cock inside me. “Please,” I whispered.

“Open for me, Jack.”

I reached back and held the cheeks of my ass apart, trembling in anticipation. Vlad’s thick cock filled me quickly and I buried my face in the towel, biting into the fluffy thing to cover the sounds of my passion. I groaned and sighed into the towel as Vlad fucked me hard, sliding nearly all the way out on each stroke and filling me fully on each entrance, stretching and burning just right. He moved one of his hands back to my cock and began to stroke me in time with the thrusts.

How long it went on, I have no idea. I lost track of time, caught up in the smell of him, the soft tickle of the tail of his silk shirt against my lower back, the sharp pang of discomfort from his nails where he clawed at my hips. Rational thought fled with the press of his teeth at my throat. I reached my orgasm with a strangled cry, spilling my seed down over my vampire's hand. “Alan!”

A moment later he arched against me and sighed, finding his own release. He lowered his head to kiss my temple.

I chuckled. “Sorry I lost character there,” I apologized as Alan slid from me.

“I’m never sorry to hear you call my name, baby.” Alan reached for a washcloth and, wetting it in the sink, cleaned us both off. “Shall we return to the party?”

I zipped up my slacks. “You may have to let me lean on your arm. I’m a little weak kneed.”

Alan pulled me close and met our lips together in a sweet kiss. “Happy Halloween, Jack.”

“Happy Halloween, my love.”