Excerpt Day: Snare by Jordan Castillo Price

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Sweet Oblivion 2: Snare by Jordan Castillo Price
Release Date: Apr 2, 2009
ISBN: 978-1-59596-388-8
Publisher: Changeling Press
Publisher Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1112

Blurb: With summer ending and temperatures dipping low at night, Michael's eager to get his leather jacket back, and although Wild Bill could easily vamp any sales clerk into giving Michael some new duds, it wouldn't be quite the same as the jacket he left at his parents' house. Not unless the malls have begun selling clothing with Rohypnol and ketamine sewn into the seams. The return of the jacket comes with a price: a new cell phone from Michael's parents. Surprisingly, Wild Bill encourages Michael to keep the phone. After all, Michael wouldn't want to be the only twenty-one-year-old in the world without one. Seems innocent enough... right? But you never know where an innocent gift will lead. Michael worries the phone may be some shiny bait, meant to lure him closer to his family, and then, college. Everyone seems so intent on getting Michael to enroll, but he's busy looking to catch a vampire...

Excerpt:

Wild Bill reached into my glass and pulled out an ice cube. He had the naughtiest look on his face when he sucked it into his mouth. I love that look, the smirk that says he wants to do dirty, dirty things to me. I've never seen him look at anyone else that way -- and if I thought about it like that, I felt marginally better.

His cold mouth closed over my cock, and my hips leapt up off the bed. "Geez," I said -- and good gosh-golly, I sounded like a stupid kid, but I had a couple drinks under my belt and I hadn't been expecting the icy jolt.

Bill used his tongue to roll the ice cube around the underside of my dick, and damn, the sensation... a fang on either side and the sting of ice underneath... I clenched my teeth tight and grabbed the bedspread two-fisted to keep from screaming.

It burned cold. And my nervous system didn't seem to mind the sting, maybe even liked it a little, 'cos I felt that telltale rush of blood to my groin and started getting hard all over again. Bill ran the flat of his palm up my T-shirt, groped for the glass, and stuck his fingers in my drink again. He slurped his way off my dick and stuffed more ice into his mouth.

"It's too intense..." I tried to tell him, but I couldn't catch my breath well enough to say it with any force. Bill hooked a hand under my leg and shoved my knee up into my chest. "Ohmigod. Bill, wait..."

He tongued my taint, and a deliciously sickening thrill raced up my spine. I clutched the blankets so tight the fitted sheet beneath the bedspread popped off the mattress. The cold was so sharp it felt like tiny razor blades -- and that idea reminded me of blood, which made my groin throb even harder. I told myself it was sick. I wouldn't get off on being cut between the legs. Nobody would. Not unless they were some kind of creepy-assed sick fuck. And then Bill pressed his cold-sharp tongue against my ass, and I tried my very best to quit thinking.

Because I used to think I was pretty messed up for getting into the feel of his fangs, and the taste of his vampire spit. And now I could hardly imagine kissing anyone who didn't have sharp eyeteeth.

He pointed his tongue and drove it in, and even though most of my blood was busy rushing downward, I felt my face flush, too. I'd seen plenty of porn torrents where guys got their asses eaten out, but it's different when it's you -- so dirty I almost begged him to stop. Almost.

And then there was the ice. I couldn't tell if it was numbing me, or making me feel everything more intensely. His frozen tongue squirmed and fluttered, and I felt his lips on me, too. Actually kissing me. There.

"Bill, stop it..."

Hardness, then. Ice. He was seeing if he could sneak it inside me, but even Wild Bill's not that good with his tongue, and the ice cube slid over my upturned tailbone and fell into the blankets.

"You're crazy," I gasped. My own knee was practically in my face, and I couldn't catch my breath.

"Tell me something I don't know," he laughed against my ice-stung hole. He gnawed at my taint, then sucked one of my balls into his icy mouth. The nut tried to crawl right back out, and all the while I squirmed, and my hands slapped at him while he brushed them away like flies.

When he finally sat up, I was too weak to do anything but let my leg drop to the mattress while I tried my best not to hyperventilate. "How long do you think it would take to melt if I shoved it up my ass?" he said.

"Don't shove ice up your ass."

"Aw, c'mon. It'll be fun."

"Seriously. You don't have to prove anything to me." Even as I said it, I hoped it was what I'd meant. The giddiness I'd taken to be lack of air was probably a result of the triple-strong Jack and Cokes he'd been plying me with.

Bill stuffed his fingers into my glass and fished out another ice cube. Which was a misnomer. It wasn't cube-shaped at all. More like a tiny hemispherical wedge. All the better for an enterprising vamp to use like a suppository.

"Why would I want you to..."

"I'll lay real still. You can pretend I'm dead when you fuck me."

I sat up, and Coke-tinged whiskey sloshed down the front of my T-shirt. I hadn't had a chance to take my shirt off yet, and suddenly that was pretty funny, too. I snorted -- very attractive -- and tried to wrestle the ice out of Bill's hand before he made good on his plans.

We both flailed, and the headboard battered the wall. I grabbed for his hand, but it wormed away from me before I could find my grip. I was really laughing now, and so was he, and breathing too, and both of us hard and ready. "Bill, quit it. I'm not a necrophiliac."

He caught my wrist, and his blue eyes were bright, and maybe a little manic. "You sure about that?" He stuffed the ice in his mouth instead.

"You're not dead," I said... and I hoped that'd been what he was getting at, because his double-talk was hard enough to follow when I was sober. If I hadn't read him precisely right, I guess I was close enough. He closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. My lips met his, and he passed the sliver of ice to me. I drew it into my mouth, and then did the same with his cool, earthy-sweet tongue, which tasted like whiskey, and vampire.

He eased out of our cold kiss reluctantly, and pressed his forehead to mine. "You sure you don't wanna..."

"No. Really, no."

He was smiling. "Then what do you want?"

"Just make love to me. That's all I ever want."