Jex Lane - Captive

Captive

Beautiful Monsters Volume One

Jex Lane

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidentalor used with permission.

Beautiful Monsters Volume 1: Captive 2016 by Jex Lane. All rights reserved.

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Edited by Michelle Rascon

Cover Design by Jay Aheer

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016947874

ISBN 978-0-9977533-0-1

For Steve.

Description

Matthew Callahan has spent seven years struggling against the insatiable hunger for blood consuming him. Unable to stop the vampire inside from preying on humans, he keeps himself confined to a lonely existence.

Everything changes the night he is lured into a trap and taken prisoner by High Lord General Tarricka seductive incubus who feeds off sexual energy. Forced into the middle of a war between vampires and incubi, Matthew is used as a weapon against his own kind. Although he's desperate for freedom, he is unable to deny the burning desire drawing him to the incubus general he now calls Master .

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

Thump.

Matthew grabbed his chest as a wave of ecstasy washed through him. Every part of him had been on edge since he had first felt the strange sensation a few moments ago. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair, then rubbed them across the stubble on his chin in a futile attempt to regain control.

It didnt work.

Thump.

Another wave of pleasure rippled through him. He had never felt anything like it; not even the moment just before he sunk his teeth into a soft neckwhen the desire and anticipation coiled up in his stomachcould compare.

This time, it wasnt blood driving him. He had already fed tonight. His victim had been a young girl who he seduced away from a seedy downtown club, drunk and receptive to his suggestions. It had almost been too easy to lure her into a dark alleyway, even on a night as cold as this one.

A blanket of guilt wrapped around him. He always tried to go as long as he could without killing but no matter how much he resisted it, the hunger always won in the end. And she had been so sweet, too. Matthews upper fangs descended, and he licked his lips with the memory of her blood filling his mouth and sliding down his throat.

He had just finished feeding when he felt it the first time, a deep thud that vibrated within him, more a feeling than a sound. The sensation stirred his blood and bliss flooded through him. He had no choice but to seek out the source.

God, the feeling was irresistible, the pull of it stronger than anything he had ever felt before. It had been weak at first, hardly noticeable, but it grew stronger with each overwhelming thump .

He hadnt even bothered to hide the body of the girl; he just left her behind in the dirty alley. She deserved better than that, but he left her all the same.

Thump.

Fuck. It felt too good. He adjusted his jeans, resisting the urge to find a private place and take care of the uncomfortable bulge making them tighter. That thought had him laughing. He was being worse than a teenager, and he hadnt been one in a long time.

It had been seven long years since he was turned. The attack had happened only a few days after his thirty-second birthday, and on that night his entire life changed. His body stopped aging, he was stronger, faster, and his diet became a little more limited. His need for blood was ravenous.

And, god, did he feed.

A slave to his hunger, he was still unable to sate his thirst. The first year had been terrible for him and hed taken a life nearly every night.

All it took was for a human to pass too close to him and his world would melt into the wonderful fragrance of bloodthe flow of it pumping through their veinsthe thud of their heartbeat

Whenever hed hunted, Matthew would silently beg for his prey to escape, but they never got away from him. By the time a human realized what he wasand understood the danger they were init was too late.

They fought.

They screamed.

They begged.

They died.

And he loved it.

And he hated himself for loving it.

Now that he was a little older, he could go as long as a week without feeding. He always fought to deny himself for as long as possible, but instinct always took over and a human would die so that he could continue to exist. He was a monster.

A terrible, rapacious monster.

Thump.

Matthew looked around. He was alone, surrounded by tall warehouse buildings and empty parking lots with dim streetlights, but he could smell trees and small animals nearby. He had to be approaching the outskirts of town.

It was a good-sized town with a busy nightlife that made feeding easy, but Matthew hadnt bothered to learn the name of it. He was just passing through on his way south. He couldnt even be sure what state he was in. Tennessee maybe?

He closed his eyes, stilled his breathing, and listened.

He was close now.

Around the other side of a warehouse, he could hear a lone humans heartbeat, fast but steady. He pushed his senses out farther to be sure whoever was on the other side of the building was truly alone.

A cat prowled a fenced-off alleyway between the warehouses. Rats scurried through the walls.

Only one human was around, perhaps even for miles.

Good.

If he had to kill, no one would hear the screams.

Thump.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Matthew jumped over the barbed wire fence and sprinted down the alleyway towards the back of the warehouse. He startled the cat, which hissed at him and darted away. The sound brought him back to his senses and he slid to a halt.

He balled his fists and his fingers turned into long, sharp claws. Blood droplets ran down them as the pointed tips pierced the soft flesh of his palms. He pressed deeper in a futile effort to regain command of his body. What the fuck was happening to him? And why did it feel so damn good?

Once he felt a bit more in control he slunk forward, keeping to the shadows, and cautiously glimpsed around the corner.

Mountains of junk littered the back of the warehouse. A chained fence topped with barbed wire enclosed the entire area, and beyond that was nothing but forest.

Matthew couldnt see the human from where he stood, but bright light streamed out from gaps in the piles of scrap metal heaped on the dirt ground. Why was the human working so late on such a cold night?

And none of what he saw explained what he was feeling. Or smelling. The scent coming from the human was divine, like night and earth. Heat welled up in Matthews belly.

He took a few silent steps forward, snuck behind a tall pile, and looked through one of the gaps.

Once his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, he saw a man with dusty blond hair standing in the middle of the clearing, his back to Matthew.

The man shifted back and forth on his feet and pulled his phone out of the pocket of his black wool coat to check the time. Catching the numbers on the bright screen, Matthew saw it was a few hours after midnight. The man slipped his phone back into his pocket and let out a heavy sigh, his warm breath curling into the air above him.

Thump.

Lord almighty. Matthew fell to his knees and raked deep grooves into the hard dirt ground. He was so close to an orgasm that if someone touched him he might explode.

Matthew wanted to run over, pin the man against a wall, and take him forcefully. Even though he had no experience in how to please another man beyond his own self-gratification, he was fairly certain he could figure it out.

Both his upper and lower fangs itched with the erotic thought. Matthew closed his eyes and felt his irises burning red again.