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From Changeling PressGideon's heartbeat quickened, his nerves pushed to their limits. He'd endured countless battles in his day, but nothing frightened and thrilled him as much as facing Ivan tonight.
The door opened and Gideon tensed, looking at Ivan.
Clad only in black boots and black leather pants, Ivan stared at Gideon with lust gleaming beneath the surface of his cool blue-gray eyes.
Gideon's mouth watered at the sight of the vampire Master's lean, broad-shouldered torso. A mat of dark, curling hair covered his chest and tapered to a narrow trail down his muscle-ridged belly. Gideon longed to fall on his knees, kiss that gorgeous stomach, thrust his tongue into his cute navel, then pull down his trousers and suck his cock. So many times he'd looked at Ivan's considerable male attributes, longing to caress his long, thick cock and fondle his balls.
"Gideon," Ivan said.
"Ivan."
"Tonight you will call me Master."
An affectionate smile played around Gideon's mouth. "Just like old times."
"No. Tonight will be like nothing we've ever shared before."
Their gazes still locked, Gideon's smile faded and when he spoke he couldn't keep the passion from his voice. "You didn't Change me, but you have always been and always will be my Master."
Not a muscle twitched in Ivan's rugged face, but for a moment his eyes gleamed more brightly than usual.
"You know the rules that govern these chambers. See no, hear no, speak no."
"I understand."
"This is the Chamber of Darkness." Ivan held up his hand. A blindfold dangled from his long fingers. "You are mine tonight, Gideon. Pass this door and you can only leave if I allow it. If you have any doubt, now is the time to walk away."
"I have no intention of walking away, Master." Gideon wanted to add do you?, but now was not the time. If, after their encounter, Ivan sent him away, at least he would have tasted the physical pleasure he'd spent the past eight centuries hungering for.
"Then turn around."
Gideon did as Ivan ordered and turned his back to him. His pulse quickened, mimicking a mortal heartbeat. It took much to provoke that reaction in a vampire.
The blindfold covered his eyes and Ivan tied it snugly behind his head. Grasping Gideon by the shoulders, he turned him and shoved him roughly into the room. Though Gideon was neither small nor weak, his strength was no match for Ivan's. He stumbled several steps than caught himself and paused.
"Walk," Ivan ordered.
"I can't see."
"Trust me. Now walk."
Gideon took several hesitant steps, then strode with greater confidence. He'd endured much in his life -- an attack and Change by a vampire, then another attack by a mob set to burn him alive. He had survived battles throughout the ages and several times torture at the hands of enemies. Yet nothing made him feel like this. No one frightened him as much as Ivan, and no one touched his heart as deeply.
"Stop," Ivan said and Gideon did so instantly.
A moment later, Ivan hoisted him over his shoulder and dumped him on a firm mattress. Climbing atop him, Ivan grasped Gideon's wrists and pinned them by his head. The Master's big, hard body covered his -- all hot flesh, leather, muscle and cock. Gideon's own erection grew, straining against his underpants and trousers.
Ivan brushed his cheek against Gideon's. His lips hovered over his forehead and down the length of his nose, the faintest brushing of flesh against flesh.
He felt Ivan's lips over his, almost touching them, and a low, vampiric growl rumbled in his throat. Gideon answered with a softer growl of his own. Then Ivan was gone from the bed, leaving his servant to wait curiously in the dark.
