Friday Flash Fiction: Give In
Over at the Evernight Readers Group page on Facebook, there’s a Flash Fiction Friday contest that runs every week, and features flash fiction written by Evernight authors for a specific prompt. The winning story is determined by the most likes from the readers, and an EP $5 gift certificate will be awarded to one randomly chosen reader from those who voted for the winning story. The winner will be announced on Saturday in the Reader’s group, so go on over there and vote.
This week’s prompt was “opulent,” so I wrote a snippet for a MMF paranormal erotic romance I’m mentally mulling over (straitlaced Victorian police inspector discovers he’s a seer and promptly becomes a football for all of Paranormal London. Can a dissolute French vampire and an American lady werewolf save him from shadowy forces seeking to end his life? Hell if I know, but I’ll find out when I write it). Enjoy!
Gerard clenched his fists, fighting the lure of the vampire’s words. He didn’t want to go to the bed, sink onto the faded cotton cover, let the inhuman creature masquerading as a handsome young dandy take off his clothes. Kiss him. Stroke him. Penetrate him, in more ways than one.
He didn’t. He didn’t.
“God help me,” he whispered. “I–”
Luc lifted a hand, curling one finger. “Come,” he said quietly.
Gerard did, with a groan of pleasure that sounded obscene even to him. His coat was already on the floor by the time he was pulled down to the mattress. It was soon joined by his waistcoat, then his trousers. His shirt, Luc simply tore open. His undergarments, Luc tore off.
“Stop being ashamed of wanting this,” Luc’s opulent voice purred. “Enjoy it, mon amour. I know I do.”
Gerard found himself eagerly kissing the vampire, tongues tangling around each other. Each kiss sent fire streaking through his veins. And then those succulent lips moved to his neck, sucking and nibbling at the flesh there.
Gerard closed his eyes, moaning as Luc bit.