Title: Rescue
Series: Darklight, Book Two
Author: Sean Ian O’Meidhir and Connal Braginsky
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 08/22/2023
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 54800
Genre: Paranormal, Vampire, Mage, Neurodiverse, Autism, Magic, MM, Paranormal, Conspiracy, Supernatural, Gay
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Description
Nathen, a newly created vampire, diagnosed with autism, and his boyfriend, Cameron, a telepath, find themselves swept up into a corporate plot between two seemingly rival corporations working together to create monsters.
In so doing, they uncover a piece of tech they take to their technomage friend whose skills surpass their own. However, in exchange for information, they must assist in rescuing an ally—a rescue mission that brings them face-to-face with the darker side of this world.
Rescue
Sean Ian O’Meidhir / Connall Braginsky © 2023
All Rights Reserved
CAMERON
Heart racing with unidentified emotions, Cameron shifted from one foot to the other, checking the time as they stood outside the Snake Pit. His phone read 10:59 p.m., one minute past the last time he had checked it.
“Babe, are you anxious?” Nathen asked, sidling close to him, unconsciously wrapping an arm around his partner.
Cameron’s thoughts swirled as memories of Frank bumped up against how he was going to greet the first mage he’d ever met aside from his mother. He sensed Nathen edging into his mind and memories and projected an overlay of a field of bluebonnets to shield those darker recollections. Hand knotting in Nathen’s hair, Cameron smashed their mouths together, tongue dipping in, “Sorry…I…”
His mind stilled as the magic of Nathen’s kiss narrowed his focus, and Cameron was once again relaxed…and then aroused. He pulled away, realizing he had attracted attention from several guys who were watching the show and were cheering him on, and he flushed bright red. He shifted uncomfortably. “Great, this is exactly what I need to sport going in there.”
Nathen laughed lightly, his hand trailing down to Cameron’s lower abs, tickling him. “Thanks, gorgeous.”
Positioning himself against the wall for support, he coaxed Nathen in front of him, one hand curling around the swell of his hip. He traced Nathen’s lips with a thumb before pressing gently for entrance. “Liquid courage for you too?” Cameron wiggled his thumb and, holding his eye contact, licked his own lips, his bulge twitching in anticipation.
Nathen sucked the digit, his tongue rolling around and around the edge teasingly before piercing the flesh.
“Oh…” Every nerve alight, Cameron’s eyes fluttered closed as he clutched Nathen for support. Cameron’s laugh vibrated as his kisses bloomed across the field of Nathen’s neck. He found himself rock hard and fighting to maintain control, mentally begging Nathen to stop and pulling him into a hug when he complied. “God… You will let me…tonight?” He projected the image of taking Nathen from behind, his body crushing Nathen’s across the width of his bed.
Nathen flicked his tongue across the wound, sealing it. “Of course, I’ll let you whenever you want…”
Still lost in the euphoria of Nathen’s bite, Cameron spotted, too late, the self-inflicted puncture mark on Nathen’s lip, fang withdrawing as he was pulled into a kiss, crashing against Nathen’s lips, helpless to his supernatural strength.
Fire coated his throat like whiskey. But the flavor! Burning in such an intoxicating way. The kiss turned fierce. His suckling evolved to gnawing. More! Cameron’s hand became a vise, clawing Nathen closer, fingers digging into Nathen’s shoulders. The link was symbiotic, Nathen falling as Cameron lost control. He focused, healing his lip while at the same time pushing Cameron away, easily pinning him against the wall with one hand. Preternatural sparks shone from Cameron’s azure eyes as his wild gaze homed in on Nathen’s throat.
Cameron’s intention was to tear out the source of blood pulsing beneath Nathen’s skin, a similar sensation Nathen himself had had when starved. “Cameron?”
Nathen’s gentle tone snapped Cameron back. “Where am I? There was fire… Where’s Jacks?”
Frantically searching. Where am I?? Jacks, Jacks, Jacks… Then the tidal wave came crashing over Cameron. Fire, Pain, Death… Unaware he had sunk down the wall, cradling his head in his hands, an internal scream deafened him. Mind expanding, a torrent of visions poured from Cameron into Nathen. Hundreds of minds and emotions emanating from the building behind them, more throughout the surrounding buildings. From the banal and mundane day to day existence to those in the throes of passion to those being abused: a teen overdosing on his mother’s pain pills; a man down on one knee proposing to his partner of ten years; the sneer of a woman loathing herself and taking it out on her sycophant husband; a teacher weeping over the impossibility of trying to teach kindergarten over the internet; a student opening a letter of acceptance into the college he wanted to go to; a whispered final thought as one passed from this world…overwhelming in every sense. Cameron shifted. Forcing himself into deep slow breaths, he automatically pulled out his earbuds and phone. Through tear-filled eyes, Cameron focused on the music he got from his phone, turning it to the loudest setting possible to drown out the voices—all—the—voices.
“What the fuck?” Cameron wasn’t sure if that was aloud or in his own mind, so he shouted, “What the fuck?”
Cameron kept murmuring over and over until he gained some semblance of control. He glanced over at Nathen, who had slid down the wall next to him and was staring blankly ahead.
“What just happened? What happened?” Confused whether he was speaking in his mind or out loud, everything was happening so fast. But he was still for a moment.
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Connal Braginsky is a software engineer who lives in San Diego, California. Diagnosed with high functioning autism, Connal sometimes struggles in social situations, but has an inner world that is always incredibly rich. With an insatiable thirst for knowledge about many esoteric things, Connal brings a lot of personal philosophies and interests to writing.
Sean Ian O’Meidhir is a psychologist who lives in San Francisco, California. Sean is a hedonist who believes in living for today, living every day to the fullest, and enjoying as much as possible. They have been gaming since adolescence and have written about and played hundreds of lives, revelling in the chance to take on new personalities, dramas, even disorders.
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