Raven

Copyright © Dakota Rebel, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.

Excerpt From: Raven

“I fucked the most amazing guy tonight!”

Kennedy came strolling into Raven, our nightclub, about fifteen minutes to ten p.m. He reeked of sex and whiskey, the same as every Friday night for as long as I’d known him. Buying Raven hadn’t done anything to change him. If anything, it had made his addictions worse, because now the boys and the booze were even easier to come by.

Not that he had ever had a problem getting men. At six foot two inches with short black hair, bright blue eyes and not an ounce of fat on his forever twenty-seven-year-old body, there wasn’t a gay man on earth that wouldn’t gravitate towards him.

Except me. I mean, sure, he’s sexy as hell. But I’d never been interested in Kennedy’s bullshit. He talked a big game, but I was never really sure if the truth was as good as his stories.

“So who was it this time?” I asked, barely looking up from the liquor inventory sheet at the bar.

“Samson, that adorable twink who’s been following me around the club for the last few months. You know, the short blond kid?”

I nodded, half listening, half thinking about gagging. Yeah, I knew Samson. He had pretty much given up on Kennedy last I knew. He’d even offered to blow me two nights prior, as if I was runner up to the King of Raven. I’d politely declined.

In fact, lately, I was politely declining more advances than I was used to. Don’t get me wrong. I’m an okay looking guy. Five-foot-ten-inches tall, grey eyes, light brown hair, and, thanks to a pissed off master, I had the perpetual five o’clock shadow I’d been sporting when I was turned into a vampire ninety years ago. Thank goodness, I still looked twenty-four or I wouldn’t even be getting offers from Kennedy’s cast-offs.

“Do you want to hear about it?” Kennedy asked, propping his hip against the rail of the bar.