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“Devlin Steele, it
has been many years. Let us be done with this. I have plans later tonight. Who
is the poor unfortunate wolf you wish turned?”

“My brother, Marcus.
He has graciously volunteered.” Devlin pushed him toward Deegan.

Marcus stood
perfectly still in front of Deegan.

“Anything and
everything for the Pack,” he said with firm conviction.

“A bold and honorable
statement indeed.
 
Bravely spoken. Let us
begin,” Deegan said.

Tristan stood behind
her, and his arm clasped her waist. She was plastered against his muscular body
and she could feel him responding to her nearness. God, the man. Her knees
could not get any weaker. The room vibrated with masculinity, virility and
testosterone. It was overwhelming. Tristan's presence was the most potent to
her. She had so many questions and many conflicting emotions. She was caught in
a swirl of heady sensations.

Deegan took a step
toward Marcus. He walked around the young man as a lion would stalk his prey.

"And you are
absolutely sure you wish to do this?"

Katrina turned her
head to look up at Tristan, who looked tense.

 
"Maybe I shouldn't be here," she
said.

She didn't care for
the mood in the room and had no idea what was going to happen.

Tristan pulled her
closer and leaned down to whisper in her ear. His warm, tropical breeze breath
fanned her cheeks enticingly.

"Dad is going to
turn Steele's brother at his request. I want you to see what it will be like. I
want you to see this part of the life I lead."

Her eyebrows knotted.
Why, for Christ's sake? Turn? Into what—a Vampire? How was that possible?
Wasn't this Marcus a shape-shifter wolf? Oh God, were they going to turn her
too?

Tristan must have
felt her body stiffen with tension. He laid light, hot kisses on her neck.

"Easy. This is
not done to anyone unless they wish it."

She was being sucked
into this world, whether she wanted to be or not, and she wasn't sure how she
felt about that. Or anything at this point.

Chapter Nine

The young man
standing before him was quite beautiful for a Thrope. They certainly took their
breeding seriously. Deegan glanced at Devlin Steele. It was a surprise he would
taint their blood with the unknown elements of the Vampire life-state. Was he
going to build an army of hybrid Vampire/Thropes? The idea did bear
consideration. This was an unknown entity. In all his hundreds of years of
undead existence he never turned another creature of the Shadow World, just a
few humans. Deegan had his suspicions of how this would manifest itself, but he
did not share them with anyone, especially Devlin Steele.

The air in the room
grew heavy with tension as he glided to Marcus and stood behind him. The
youngster was almost as tall as him, maybe an inch shorter. The muscles tightened
in the boy's arm under his purposeful caress. The sun had all but set and
Deegan turned Marcus to face the small window and the darkening sky beyond. Deegan
leaned in and made sure his body was flush against Marcus's back.

He crooned seductively,
"Look out there, Marcus, out into the darkness of night. This is our time,
when we are most powerful.
 
Vampires are
the most potent creatures on earth, far more powerful than a Thrope. Are you
sure you wish this? There is no going back. Your life will change. You…will
change."

"I am
sure," he replied firmly.

The hidden
trepidation in the lad was easy to sense. "How old are you?"

"I am
twenty-one."

"You will stay
twenty-one forever, Marcus. I know Thropes age, their lifespan four hundred
years at most. You will outlive everyone, even your own brother. Are you able
to accept that? That everyone you hold in esteem and affection will age and
crumble to dust before your eyes?"

Marcus gulped deeply.
"Anything for the Pack."

Deegan turned the lad
to face him. He cupped his cheeks and seductively stroked the lad's chiseled
cheekbones. Vampires on the whole could drink blood and have sex with either
gender. At his most debauched in France just before the revolution, he did indulge
in firm, male flesh in all ways but really hadn't since. Considering his age
and expertise, Deegan had amassed seduction skills to conquer the most secure heterosexual
male living. The older a Vampire got the more powerful he became and the more
potent his arousal skills, and he was one of the oldest. Deegan's powers were
revealed to no one, not even Tristan or his grandson, Lucius.

Devlin Steele growled.
He obviously didn't like him manhandling his beautiful brother. Bloody well tough.

A quick, angry glance
at Steele showed he would not tolerate any meddling. "Do not interfere in
any way and say nothing."

He turned back his
attentions to the boy. "So beautiful."

He continued to
stroke Marcus's cheeks and the chiseled jawline. Ah, the lad had a hard-on
already. Perhaps he enjoyed a little “male on male.” He certainly could sense
that is where Marcus's true passion lay. He would bet Devlin had no idea. Sex
to a Thrope was primarily for breeding, nothing more. Such a waste. He did know
a select few mated for life but on the whole they gave each male Thrope a
number of women and he fucked continuously until he impregnated them.
 
No cohesive family unit as the children ran
around like a pack of wild pups. Deegan curled his lip in disgust. Vampires may
fornicate as part of the Blood Lust but they mated, stayed faithful, and within
his Clan, they had tight, loving families.

Glancing about the
room, Tristan showed no reaction but his woman looked apprehensive. Devlin fought
the annoyance he felt most valiantly. Deegan leaned in and captured Marcus's lips
in his. Using all his skills his tongue danced with Marcus's, and he moved his
hands up to grip the lad's head tightly, giving him no opportunity of moving
away. The lad's arousal was potent, and Deegan could smell it. A small moan
emitted from Marcus, who was kissing him back with a fervent enthusiasm. So the
lad did prefer men as he suspected. Deegan's tongue plunged into Marcus's
mouth. Moving his hips closer, Deegan felt the rock-hard erection of the boy.
Marcus rotated his hips and made contact with Deegan's crotch. Marcus groaned
louder, reached around and grasped Deegan's ass and brought him in tight, cock
against cock. Deegan felt his own stiffen. The lad was quite delicious if he
were to give it any thought. But he had to focus on his true purpose of being
here. Without warning, Deegan pulled back from the intense kiss and tilted the
boy's head to the side and plunged his fangs into his neck. Katrina cried out.

He drank. Marcus's
blood had a musky, full-bodied flavor. Turning was a tricky business, and only
the most experienced Vampire was capable of this. There was a point of no
return—drink too much blood, the other person would die. Stop too soon and the
Vampire merely had a snack.

Deegan could feel the
lad's blood moving through his own veins, mixing with his blood and
regurgitating back into his mouth. His head began to pound, the moment was
approaching, the crescendo building. Turning someone required concentration,
listening for the other person's heartbeat to ensure it did not speed up and
surpass the Vampire doing the turning. At the exact moment Marcus's heartbeat
became louder than his own, Deegan stopped swallowing. He kept a mouthful of
the regurgitated blood stored in his cheeks as he pulled back and then grabbed
Marcus's head with a tight grip. He forced his mouth open and expelled the
blood mixture into Marcus's oral cavity. The lad sputtered, and blood began to
drip out of the side of his mouth but he swallowed, not that Deegan gave him
any choice. He stepped away. Marcus was breathing heavily, his sky blue eyes
glassy. The transformation had begun.

Deegan lifted his
wrist, dragged his nails horizontally and opened his vein. He lifted it to
Marcus in invitation. He could see the ravenous gleam in his eyes.

Deegan smiled.
"Drink," he whispered seductively.

Marcus grabbed his
arm as a starving man would grab a leg of mutton. His newly formed fangs
plunged into his wrist and Deegan groaned. To have another drink a Vampire's
blood was akin to a sexual climax. The blood rushed to his cock. Deegan groaned.
He climaxed but without pumping his seed, part of the Formator ritual of
turning someone into a Vampire.

Finally, Deegan
pulled his wrist from Marcus's greedy lips. "Enough."

He licked his own wrist
to seal the wound shut. He reached up and gently wiped away the trickles of
blood from Marcus's lips. He leaned in and whispered into the lad's ear, low
enough so only he could hear.

"You belong to me to do with as I will. I am your
Formator, your maker. We now have a connection." He inhaled, as if he were
soaking up Marcus’s very essence.
 
The
lad trembled from what Deegan could sense was a mixture of arousal and fear.

"Come, come. No
need to be afraid, my sweet boy." Deegan's deep voice was like crushed
velvet, seductive, mesmerizing and hypnotic. "You are obviously
distraught. We shall talk more at a later time."

He stepped away from
Marcus and turned toward Devlin. "It is done. He will sleep now for a few
days. Call me when he awakens and I will school him in what he needs to know to
survive as a Vampire. It is my sworn oath as his Formator. Until then we will
take our leave." He motioned to Tristan and pointed to the door. Tristan
took Katrina's arm and led her out of the room.

"Listen to me,
you wretched wolf. You went a step too far taking my son's woman," Deegan
snarled as soon as Tristan and Katrina were out of earshot.

"Your son
refused to fulfill the Blood Oath. He turned me away, refused to even broach
the matter with you. Talk to him. This is all on him," Devlin snarled
right back.

Deegan leaned in
close and inhaled. "You have the woman's essence on you. Did you take her
against her will? What a way to get revenge on my son, to have your Thrope seed
take hold inside his lady. Was that your scheme?"

Devlin looked
indignant. "I did no such thing. There was no penetration. Take from that
what you will. She willingly indulged in our brief sex game. It meant nothing
to either of us. Her thoughts were full of your son. She is his, though she may
not know it yet. We have some honor, regardless what you damned Vampires may
think."

Deegan arched an
eyebrow. "We have existed for many decades in this area without any
connection, but all that has changed now."

"What do you
mean?" Devlin snapped.

"You will see
soon enough. Repeat anything of the incident in Bridgewater and see your wolves
torn apart in front of you. Heed me well, Devlin Steele." He turned to
Marcus and grabbed the lad's prominent bulge. "See how hard he is? Wonder
if he will even want to breed with your females."

He rubbed the erect
cock through the lad's jeans, and Marcus replied with a long, low sensual
growl. Deegan let go and laughed victoriously. As he walked out, Devlin yelled
after him, the words following him out of the house.

 
"What have you done to my brother you
sick, fucking bloodsucker?"

He strode toward
Tristan's Benz. The woman Katrina was in the backseat. Deegan climbed in and
slammed the door.

Tristan did not start
the engine. "What in hell was that? I thought I was watching gay porn, for
Christ's sake!"

Deegan exhaled.
"For all intents and purposes, it was. I could sense Marcus's true
passions, and what he has is not for wolf pussy or human for that matter. I
just brought them to the surface. I doubt very much he will be an effective
breeder. Also, the sweet boy is now mine."

Tristan snorted.
"As what, your boy-toy love slave?"

"If I so wished.
He is mine to command. It will be most prudent to have a spy within the Thrope
world of Devlin Steele."

Katrina spoke up from
the backseat. "And everyone you turn, do they become your slave? Your
puppet? How many have you turned?"

Deegan looked at his
son. "I like her, no pretense about her at all. Just speaks her
mind."

Tristan laughed.
"I like that about her, too."

"Hello? I'm
sitting right here and you didn't answer my question, Mr. Black."

He turned in his
seat. "Please, call me Deegan, my dear. And the answer is no. That final
step of Marcus drinking my blood? That sealed his compliance and his servitude.
It is not a step taken without due consideration. The act of turning someone is
not taken lightly at all, on any level. In my many centuries of existence, I
have turned less than ten humans. We do not go about biting everyone and
changing them into Vampires. Where is the sport in that? It is an exclusive
club, as it were. We do not approve just anyone."

Katrina rolled her
eyes in response.
 
Tristan started the
engine and pulled out of the long, winding drive that lead to the cluster of
buildings hidden in the woods.