The Power Of The Bite

The Power of the Bite

Portrain Pack and Coven – Standalone

By Lisa Oliver

The Power Of The Bite (A Vampire/Wolf Shifter Novel)

Copyright © Lisa Oliver, 2015

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First Edition December 2015

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Dedication

I’m not sure why this story pushed so hard in my head to be written, but once finished I could tell the theme was important. To all those who are treated differently, because they are different from some socially constructed norm, I hope you find some words of courage in this book. It is always what’s in a person’s heart that counts, nothing else.

To all my readers, I hope you give this book a chance – I know it’s not one of my series, but the ingredients that are in all of my stories – hot men, learning to love, no cheating and of course an HEA and no cliffhangers, they are all in here.

Your support keeps me going every day, and I can never thank you enough for letting me know how much you enjoy the characters that come from my heart.

Thank yo
u

Chapter One

Their coming together was becoming an addictive habit.  This time it was in the bathroom of Dax’s club.  There was that split second where Zane’s entire senses were overwhelmed with the smell of heaven and the blood he craved, before strong arms crunched around his chest and a solid, cloth covered cock was rammed up against his ass as firmly as his chest and torso was forced up against the nearest wall.  Big teeth grazed his neck and a thick hot tongue ran up Zane’s long neck as though the wolf couldn’t get enough of Zane’s taste. Pleasurable definitely, but every time this happened Zane primed himself to say no, to fight his way out of the clumsy, frantic embrace. Yes, he was as desperate for the sex as Dax was, but in his heart he knew it didn’t mean anything to his wolf. And what Zane wanted more than anything in life was for their connection to mean something. So he readied himself to say no - to refuse the blatant need in Dax’s approach. He’d rehearsed what he’d say in front of his mirror a million times. But like every time before, it was Dax’s words that stole his resolve. Garbled by want, desperately growled, Dax’s need was evident in every breath he took.

“Need.  Fucking need in you.  Please Zane, fucking please.”

And just like every other time, Zane gave in. How could he not?  How could he refuse when the evidence of the man’s ardor was pressing against his pants even as he tried to get his zip undone and those same pants down past his knees?  Even the thought of what would be a painful coupling wasn’t enough to force the word “No” from his lips. He knew that Dax would force his cock, which was as wide as a beer can and definitely longer, deep inside of him with precious little preparation. And yet he frantically shoved his own pants aside letting the wolf shifter have his way.

Zane was always stunned by the way Dax possessed his body  after that initial surge, where Zane bit hard on his own lips to stop the scream as he felt himself being split in two. But after, when the pain had morphed into pleasure, when Dax settled into his pounding rhythm, seemingly calmed by their connection, by Zane’s scent and the feel of his body, then the man was a sex machine. A machine that moaned and growled, and groped and petted everywhere the demented wolf could reach. Harsh words of possession, need, want and desire. The words that Zane longed to hear, wished he could return. Words that would be forgotten by the wolf as soon as he climaxed.

But in that moment, as Dax pounded his ass, Zane reveled in being wanted. In providing for this man’s need. He gladly gave up his ass and thought nothing of his own pleasure.  All he could think, in those frenzied moments, was that Dax was doing his level best to get right under his skin. To actually get so close it was impossible for them to be separated. Zane, desperate for the same connection, submitted perfectly as he knew the wolf shifter needed. Hands hot and fevered ran over his body. Strong fingers tweaked his nipples, running down his abs and sides, gripping onto his hips so sharply there would be bruises in the morning. Zane took it all, forcing himself to be silent, knowing that if they were caught, it would mean nothing but trouble for the pair of them.

Dax was close to his climax. Zane could feel the tension in the man’s body, could tell when Dax’s punishing rhythm became erratic and uncontrolled. Seconds later Zane felt a sharp set of teeth in his neck and he arched his back and bit his lip as his own orgasm raced through his untouched cock. Zane was allowed just two seconds more of solid body on body connection before he felt Dax pull out and strong hands turning him from the wall, shoving him to his knees. 

Dax quickly pushed his pants down his thighs, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with the remnants of his own come.  Cupping Zane’s head, Dax pulled the man’s face to his groin.  “Feed, blood sucker. I have what you need.” Suppressing a groan, Zane quickly sought out Dax’s femoral artery. His fangs descended and he bit quickly, careful not to bring Dax any pain or discomfort.  Muffling his groan at the wolf shifter’s amazing taste, Zane controlled himself with an iron will, to take just a few mouthfuls before pulling back from Dax’s hold and licking the bite area closed.

“You haven’t had enough,” Dax growled down at him, a picture of debauchery with his long dark hair wild down his back, and his chest still heaving from his exertions.

“That was plenty. Thank you,” Zane whispered although the man was right. He hadn’t taken nearly enough. Dax looked at him as though he was going to argue, but then he stepped back, pulling up his pants and straightening his clothes.

“I’ll find you in a week,” the wolf shifter said curtly before striding out of the bathroom without a backward glance. Still kneeling on the hard tiles of the bathroom floor, Zane bowed his head and kept his eyes averted so he wouldn’t see the man leave, refusing to move until he heard the definitive slam of the door closing. Scrunching his eyes and lips closed, Zane fought not to cry, but even he couldn’t stop one solitary sob escaping his mouth.  

Vampires weren’t known for crying, fuck it all, and Zane would never allow anyone to see his weakness. But every time Dax walked away from him, Zane felt his heart break a little bit more and he knew that sooner or later, the wolf shifter was going to be the death of him. Zane couldn’t live without his true mate, and despite being a wolf shifter, Dax was Zane’s one and only. The Fates had really fucked things up for the pair of them.

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As soon as the door closed, blocking Dax’s view of his mate, his wolf started to get anxious. The sight of his true mate, still on his knees on the floor of the bathroom filled Dax with shame. He knew he had hurt Zane yet again with his rough sex and Dax’s wolf wanted to go back, comfort the man, treat him like he meant something, encourage him to feed until Zane’s pale cheeks took on a rosy hue. Every time Dax sought him out, he promised himself he would at least kiss the man, give him just five minutes of care and attention before slamming into the man’s luscious body. But their necessary separation was driving Dax crazy and by the time he finally got away from his pack, and the men that seemed to hang around him in droves, he was so damned het up, sex was the only thing he could think of.

Their stolen minutes were never enough, but once his sperm left his body, Dax’s anxiety at getting caught returned. If his pack caught wind of his need for the vampire they would both be in grave danger. Yet Dax needed Zane more than he needed air to breathe and their separation was killing them both, his vampire quicker than him.

Dax knew the score. He had learned enough about vampires to know that Zane could only feed from him after he’d claimed the man the day they met. He also suspected that Zane needed to feed more often than the once a week he assured Dax was all he required. Unfortunately he didn’t know enough about vampires to be sure on that fact and he never took the time to ask. But Dax did know that in the three months since they bonded Zane had gotten paler, if that was possible for a vampire, and he had lost a lot of weight. His marble skin, that so attracted Dax in the first place was now translucent, and the man’s gaunt face hosted black circles under his eyes. Dax’s mate was dying and given the animosity between wolf shifters and vampires in the city, there was absolutely nothing that Dax could do about it.

Shutting himself in his office Dax thought back to the night he and Zane had become bonded. As he poured himself a drink he allowed himself a small smile as he recalled the first time he actually saw Zane in his club, weeks before their meeting. The guy was a new face among the local vampires that often frequented his club. Dax was immediately captivated. Zane was a pale blond - his hair regulation short like he had been in the military, his body backing up that assumption. Hot bodies were a dime a dozen in the club, but it was Zane’s face that had Dax’s cock pounding in his jeans. The man’s cheek bones were sharp, and his face was all hard angles.  Like most vampires, Zane’s eyes were black unless aroused by strong emotion - then they burned bright red. They glowed bright red first time the two men caught each other’s eye.

Dax had been sitting at his customary table. It was crowded, as per normal. He was the presumed next Alpha for the pack and he was never short of friends and people who just wanted their own status to increase by being seen in his presence. If he had been alone, Dax would have gone over and introduced himself to the enticing man – he was never backward in coming forward when he saw something that would look pretty on the end of his cock. But that first night Dax held himself back. The people he was with were dismissive of the group of vampires - making slurs about Zane in particular. It was through the gossip of his so-called friends that Dax found out Zane was a police detective, and yes, he had recently transferred into the area. 

Not comfortable enough to make his intentions towards the vampire known, even if it was just for sex at the time, Dax found an eager blond wolf instead and tried to convince his own wolf that the blow job he got was actually from the vamp. Of course given that the smell was all wrong, the angles were wrong and the wolf just didn’t have Zane’s appeal, he wasn’t overly successful and it took some spectacular fantasizing on his part to actually climax. At the time Dax put the issue down to a mild form of obsession and thought no more about it…until Zane came into the club again.

For Dax the problem only got worse as time went on.  Zane came into the club fairly often – not surprising, given that Dax ran the only gay friendly club in town. It was also the only club that was owned and operated by paranormals, so even though vampires and shifters didn’t get along politically, they were happy enough to socialize in the same space as long as the two groups didn’t get too close to each other. From what Dax knew about the police department in their little corner of the world, Zane worked exclusively with humans which was hard for any paranormal to deal with. It made sense for Zane to socialize with the few vampires that did live in town. Dax’s club was basically the best place to do it.

At one point Dax had wondered if Zane was romantically attached to one of the vampires he came to the club with – the men seemed friendly enough with each other, some more than the others. But some discreet snooping informed Dax that while the object of his obsession did have a connection with the vampires he socialized with, none of them were part of a coven, nor was Zane linked with any of others intimately. The vampires Zane hung around with were three mated pairs - all big men and all with the same ex-military look that Zane sported.  Zane was slightly bigger than his friends - standing as tall as Dax at six foot four. Although Zane had an awesome physique, one that Dax drooled over constantly, he was slightly leaner than Dax.  Dax figured it was a species thing. He was a big burly wolf shifter that lived on meats and proteins. Zane was a vampire. Yes, vampires could eat real food, but they needed a liquid diet to survive and that could have accounted for Zane’s slightly slimmer form.

His obsession getting worse, Dax sat and watched, brooded and tried to keep up his reputation as a decent fuck with the wolves around him. But it was getting more and more difficult to get his cock to respond when he wanted it too. Although, it always responded when he thought about the blond vampire.  Eventually, using typical wolf logic Dax figured he would get the guy alone, fuck the stuffing out of him, and then he could go back to having sex with the wolves that clamored for his attention. He knew he had to do something because of his lack of attraction to other men at the club was starting to be noticed, and a wolf shifter couldn’t afford to have people questioning his sexual prowess.  It made him look weak.

Sitting in his office now, Dax snorted at the stupidity of his ideas. The plan was based on the idea of getting laid and then putting the sexy fucking vampire out of his mind for good.  Never had a plan of his backfired so badly. 

Dax knew the moment Zane had entered the club with four of his friends. He seemed to have a sixth sense that alerted him whenever the vampire was around. That should have rung alarm bells in his head for a start. But Dax was more concerned with getting his rocks off than thinking about what Zane might mean to him in the grand scheme of things. 

He had been sitting with some of his pack members, but after Dax noticed Zane and his friends settling in at a nearby table, he excused himself from his companions, not without difficulty, and went to his office. Once there he rung for one of his barmen and asked the young wolf, Nico, to hunt out Zane and ask him to come to the office. Nico looked wary but left to do as he was told, or so Dax thought. However, Nico obviously decided that Dax was up to something, or maybe he was trying to protect the next Alpha, because when a sharp knock assaulted his door, it wasn’t Zane waiting for admittance, but Cole - Dax’s closest friend and one of the pack enforcers.

“What do you want Cole?” Dax had been short with him, impatient to see Zane up close and personal.

“Nico tells me you’re meeting with a vamp privately.  That ain’t safe Dax, you know that. Look upon me as your friendly back up service,” Cole said in a sharp tone.

“I don’t need back up,” Dax growled, standing up and flexing his considerable muscles at the insult. “I want to talk, unofficially, with the one paranormal detective in town about some issues around the club. Are you questioning my ability to handle myself and this meeting?”

“You never mentioned any issues with the club, Dax.” Cole focused on that rather than make the mistake of trying to address Dax’s ability to handle himself.  Any answer, no matter how it was put, was going to be perceived as an insult in wolf shifter culture and Cole clearly realized his mistake.

“I don’t have anything concrete to discuss with you, or anyone else yet.  It’s a club matter, not a pack matter. I just want to pick this detective’s brain for a bit. I don’t need anyone else here for that.”