The Golden-Haired Boy by Scarlet Blackwell

Author:Scarlet Blackwell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, world war one, historical romance, gay romance, mm romance, vampire romance, heartbreaking, angst romance, mm hurtcomfort
Publisher: Scarlet Blackwell

CHAPTER NINE

The sky was inching towards twilight, the evening pleasantly warm, as Johann sat in the public house, waiting. Lucas was ten minutes late, and Johann’s hopes sank lower and lower every time he consulted his pocket watch. Lucas wouldn’t come. Why should he? Johann had put his hands on him unbidden. He had showed Lucas none of the tenderness and respect he felt for him. Instead, he had been rough and careless. He had threatened Lucas, lost control, inspired fear in the golden-haired boy he had worshipped for the past six years. He had always known the monster would surface eventually, no matter his honourable intentions. He was nothing but a beast in heart and mind, pretending at love when he knew not the first thing about it. Pretending he would not kill Lucas when it came down to it. How he loathed himself.

He put a hand over his eyes, wishing to be away from the bustling pub and its rowdy patrons.

“Hello, Johann.”

Johann’s head jerked up. He scanned Lucas’s pale eyes, looking for a clue as to his mood. “I’m glad you came.”

“I nearly didn’t.” Lucas took the seat opposite.

“I understand. You must permit me to make my apologies. For the way I touched you. The liberties I took.”

Lucas sighed, gaze focused on the table. “I frightened myself. The way I submitted to you.”

Johann swallowed. “Your wife…”

Lucas lifted his head. “Listen to me. My wife and I, we live separate lives. We are separate. Do you understand?”

“I saw you kiss her.”

Lucas sighed. “Oh, Johann, she is my childhood friend. I have great affection for her. I love her, but I’m not in love with her.” He gestured to a passing waitress, asking for cognac, then turned his attention back to Johann. “Don’t be jealous.”

Johann’s hand closed around his brandy glass. “I’m jealous of anyone you pass the time of day with on the street. Those people you speak to every day, when I see you once a year. Those who are mortal flesh and blood and can touch you just the way they want and the way you want…” he stopped, feeling the blood rush to his face.

“Johann. Nobody touches me.” Lucas’s voice was earnest. He leaned over the table. “If you wanted to,” he stopped, licked his lips, and went on, “spend some time alone, there’s a lodging house around the corner from here. It’s clean and presentable.” He flushed, thanking the waitress as she set down his drink and giving her a few coins.

Johann stared at him. “Do you know what you ask?” And oh, the aching thrill deep in his blood at the thought. The pull of deep desire, the need for satiation, both as a vampire and as a man. It was too much to even contemplate. Those forbidden thoughts had been locked away for so long. Six long years of need.

Lucas bit his lip, toying with his glass, swirling the amber liquid around before taking a sip. “I’ve saved myself. There will never be anyone else.

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