The Master Bedroom, Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
Still seething from the knowledge that his former lover had been the one sent to Southport and after The Wolf Hunter's daughter, Ron had barely been able to control his seething rage as he set about discarding his suit and tossing the shirt and jacket onto the nearby floor as he stood his muscles bulging in the wake of the tension of his fury. He had hated the sodding vampirian bastard known as Karlos Aventium with a passion, a passion that had not even been extinguished in all the years of his exile and time in the pits courtesy of his adoptive father, Marcellus Altomare. He had made his way over to his private bar and poured himself a drink in a bid to alleviate the burning sensation of his ever-building rage and the bile in the back of his throat at the very thought of those old memories with the callous heel Karlos coming back to him in waves.
He had hated Karlos.
He had hated Karlos with every fiber of his twisted being.
And he had known it was only because he had loved him once.
Karlos Aventium had been his innocent young lover given harsh treatment due to the color of his skin and status of birth. Ron had recalled all too well the way he'd taken him time and time again shoving his cock inside the moaning younger man and making all of their collective pain disappear in the wake of their mutual lust for one another.
Karlo had hated his previous life as a slave being born into it had not offered him much opportunity to do much of anything else until Ron happened along. He willingly gave himself to the brute in exchange for the ability to have his enemies slaughtered. Throughout their "relationship" of sorts, Karlo had sought the gifts of Ron Hemming for himself to take his vengeance and keep from being in a helpless position as before. He had also wished to taste immortality once he knew of it being possible, he begged his lover to make him a werebeast.
Ron had refused not being of the mind to infect anyone with his accused blood and as a result, Karlos left him seeking another means of obtaining his most coveted goal. Ron had not wished to see his young lover soiled by the curses of the immortals but he could not give Karlos what he truly desired and left him to his life only for Karlos to resent him and gain what he sought from The Vampririans and then attempted to get back at Ron by murdering his biological father Seamus Hemming brutally to prove himself superior to his former werebeast lover.
Ron had arrived in his homeland by invitation of his biological father to find his body mutilated and drained of the blood that splattered the floor and the walls of his former home courtesy of his former lover Karlos who had despised Seamus for his vile treatment of Ron in childhood.
He believed himself to have been doing Ron a favor by severing the last tie to his weak mortal bloodline but instead, he enraged Ron and the two became bitter enemies over it. Karlos became one with The Vampirians and Ron sought to put an end to him and his kind for their vile nature and presumption of lording over anyone, not of Vampiriran pure blood.
Karlos reveled in his newfound bloodlust and terrorized many a town and island seeking revenge on those of pale complexion for the perceived insult of slavery going so far as to slaughter anyone he saw not of his complexion. Ron had been his most bitter enemy given the level of betrayal and how their once strange love became bitter hatred in the wake of blood.
Ron drank down his drink and noted the sting as it went down before pouring himself another glass. He had been restless and anxious all at once. Karlo was coming for Savannah, of that he had no doubt but he'd be a dead bloodsucker if he thought he was going to take the girl away from him.
There was but one way to rid the world of a seemingly immortal Vampriran, bite their heads off.
Ronan sighed as he once more finished off his drink and then turned his attention to getting undressed and slipping into the shower. His cock had recalled all too well the tightness of Karlos' body when he'd been bent over and shoved full. The redhead brute's keen ears had also recalled the intensity of the moans that escaped the dark-skinned younger lad's lips as he took the pale cock deep within him.
Ron rolled his eyes and headed toward his lavatory and shower still feeling the effect of his rage and the drink as his angry cock pulsed and throbbed in front of him with each step.
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The Lavatory, Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
Warm water and steam filled the bathroom as Ron Seamus Hemming stood beneath the streaming shower head allowing the heated water to run along his back and neck, soaking his red hair in the process and making it slick as he stood with his forehead leaning against the cold white tile that lined the back of his shower. He had been in no mood for a reunion with the likes of Karlos but he knew all too well that their running into one another would be nothing short of inevitable.
He had not known how long his shower had taken as he lost track of time finding his mind lost between the realms of reality and the flooding memories of his distant past with Karlos.
The redhead brute recalled all too well the soft warm lips that suckled his massive cock and the promise of something more behind the shimmering dark eyes of his former lover once he'd taken him during their travels. The mortals had frowned upon couples of the same sex, but Ron had not cared one way or the other who had been on the end of his cock when it was throbbing the way it was. Mortal constructs had not phased him in the least as he knew all too well that he had not been mortal. He bedded women and men alike to be fair and never wanted an actual relationship, their lives were short-lived either way.
Karlos had been special, and the reason he had avoided close attachments, to begin with. It was what he had been trying to get through to Oliver who had taken to him like a moth to a flame if only to ride his cock for hours.
Ron heard the knocking on the door and finally pulled himself back into reality as he climbed out of the shower wrapping a crisp white towel around his well-toned waist as he headed toward his bedroom door.
Still dripping from head to toe as the water glistened along his muscular upper body and arms, Ron opened the door to find Savanah standing on the other end with her mouth agape and her lovely eyes wide. She tried her best to swallow but found she couldn't nor could she take her eyes off the magnificent dripping man who had been a known werewolf and playing "uncle" to her ever since her father had been killed by a bloodsucker in a bid to keep her protected.
Ron did his best to ignore the scent of her sudden arousal at his appearance despite it making him largely uncomfortable to note it.
"Is something the matter Vannah?" he asked with an arched red brow.
"N-Nevermind." she stammered unsure how she'd get herself to tear her eyes away from his impressive water-slick body. "I-I just wanted to see if you were home."
Ron smirked as he treated her to the sight of his moving pectoral muscles before she scurried off toward her bedroom and he walked back into his closing the door behind him as he dropped his soaked towel onto the floor. His prominent erection was boldly on display as he moved toward his bed and rolled into it until he was on his back. He flicked on the large wall television and folded one of his arms behind his head as he noted the news had been on and his massive cock still throbbed with need.
As he watched the highlights of the strange attacks taking place in the city, he used his free hand to slowly stroke his massive pale member despite it not doing much in the way of giving him the much-needed friction that was required for release.
Still watching the television he briefly thought that it was high time he visited Oliver. He had not cared if his sister was still around, he concluded that he'd be happy to shove his cock inside her tightness as well.
He continued to flip through the channels with a bored expression on his face as he lounged in his large empty king-sized bed.