Astonished, Daisy looked across to Jace.
“Bette exaggerates,” he said with a smirk. “Let me introduce everyone else. This is Gehrig, Bette’s boyfriend. And this is Abigail and Dash.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Daisy replied, nodding to each.
“Not as pleased as we are,” Dash said with a chuckle. “It’s hard enough being a Were in a city this size, but when the love of your life is a vampire it adds a whole other level of wrong to the right.” He winked, sliding his arm around Abigail. “It’s nice our blended numbers are growing. Not everyone is as accepting of the change, and that applies to both sides.”
Daisy looked at Abigail. “Wait, you’re a vampire?”
She nodded. “It’s a little hard to tell these days. Having a willing Were close at hand has its perks.”
“That’s an understatement, if I ever heard one. My skin hasn’t been this flush or warm in nearly a century.” Bette laughed, signaling the bartender to carry over a bottle of champagne and a decanter very similar to the one Aimee had prepared for Francisco in Houston.
“Of course, things are a bit easier for Gehrig and me,” Dash began. “Our girls are older than Jace, so they have attained certain abilities that make for an easier time relationship-wise. Abigail is a day-walker and Bette can handle the early morning and the hour or so just before dusk. In that respect, age has its privileges when it comes to the undead.”
“And it’s not just the vampires who benefit,” Gehrig pointed out. “A drop of vamp blood a day helps keep Father Time at bay for us as well. Not in an immortal sense, but it slows the aging process down immensely.”
Jace handed Daisy a glass of champagne, pouring himself another from the separate bottle. “See?” he winked. “I bet this week alone I set your biological clock back ten years with all our blood play.”
Daisy choked on her drink and Bette laughed. “Don’t sweat it, honey. We all do it, and you’re among friends now.”
“Yes,” Abigail added. “You need to enjoy the advantages while you can, especially while here. Not every club is owned and operated by vampires with certain rooms outfitted especially for the undead and their—guests.”
Jace traced his finger along the edge of Daisy’s bare arm and her skin tingled making her stomach jump in anticipation.
“Are you interested in seeing the surprise I have waiting for you?” he asked, bringing her fingers to his lips.
Daisy nodded.
“Good.” He drained his glass, licking the corner of his mouth. He rose from his seat and took her hand.
“Have fun, you two,” Bette called with a giggle.
Jace led Daisy in the same direction as their first night in New York, only this time he took her to a different door.
“How many exits and entrances does this place have?” she asked, trailing behind him.
He put his finger to her lips. “Close your eyes.”
She did as he said and he took her hand, walking her through the darkened threshold.
The door closed behind them with a soft snick, and he slid his arms around her waist, from behind. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed the side of her throat behind her ear.
“Okay, open your eyes.”
The room was large and dim, with a rustic feel and a touch of roadhouse. Polished wide-planked boards covered the walls and floor, complementing the rich Native American décor.
It could have been a hotel suite, with one exception. There was no bed. At the center of the room was a low saddle that looked as though it belonged on a very large mechanical bull. The tooled leather seat rested alone on a wide, raised platform set about one foot off the ground.
“What’s all this?” she asked.
“You’ve heard the term rough riders?”
She nodded, swallowing at his sexy, low tone behind her ear.
“Consider this the vampire version.” He kissed her throat, letting his tongue tease the tender flesh up to her ear. “And that—” He continued, nipping at her lobe. “Is called a Sybian.”
“It looks like a saddle.”
He chuckled. “And so it is, sort of.”
Giving her a quick peck, he led her to the foot of the padded platform and bent to open a hidden drawer. Inside were dildos of every shape and size. “This saddle has one major difference. Instead of riding a bull, you get to ride your choice of these.”
He reached into the drawer and took out a large, cinnamon-colored synthetic cock shaped like a wolf’s erection. “I ordered this bad boy especially for your first ride.”
Daisy took it from his hand and ran her fingers over the soft, faux flesh. The ridges in the molded shaft were so realistic she couldn’t resist, and she brought the artificial head to her mouth and licked the underside.
Jace licked his lips, taking the phallus from her hand and rested it on a hand towel beside the saddle’s base.
“First things first,” he murmured.
He lifted her long dark hair to one shoulder and kissed her bare neck. “Strip for me, Daisy.”
Jace walked to one side of the room and slid a chair closer. With his eyes on her, he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it open to his chest and sat.
His eyes were dark and fathomless, and he ran a hand over the tight bulge behind his jeans, watching her.
Daisy reached behind to unzip her dress, rolling the fabric down from her shoulders to her waist. Her bra was sheer lace and her nipples puckered through the fabric.
She cupped her hands under each breast, sliding her thumbs over the stiff peaks, circling the full flesh before slipping her fingers beneath the dress’s waist.
Jace groaned and unbuttoned his fly, freeing his corded length. He grasped the base, holding the hard member taut, watching Daisy wiggle the silk fabric over her hips and thighs until it puddled to the floor by her high heels.
She kicked the dress aside and stood wide legged in her shoes for a moment, her fingers teasing the low lace edge of her thong. She turned her back to him and bent over, running her hands up the back of her thighs and between her legs, snapping the thin thong string.
Still bent over, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor before turning to face Jace.
“Do you want the honors,” she asked, snapping her thong again, only this time she let her finger linger at the moist crotch.
“I’m so wet, Jace. Do you want a taste?” Daisy walked toward him, not waiting for an answer pushed his hand to her crotch.
He eased her panties aside and slid his fingers into her slick sex, working her clit behind the wet silk.
Daisy arched back, jutting her tits forward, and he took the rounded flesh in one hand, squeezing as his finger curled into her spot between her legs.
“You want more?” he asked.
“Yes.” Her words were a whisper and her pussy dripped in his palm, juicy and ready for a ride.
Jace pulled his hand away, tearing her panties from her body. He carried her to the low platform and laid her on the soft cover.
He pushed his pants from his hips and shoved them along with his shirt to the floor.
“Touch yourself, Daisy. I want to watch you work your pussy the way you’re going to work this dildo,” he murmured, stepping onto the platform to screw the faux wolf cock into position.
The molded, plastic member jutted up from the center of the saddle with a protrusion at the shaft’s base for a clit tease.
Holding out his hand, Jace helped Daisy to her feet. “Giddy up, cowgirl. It’s time to mount.”
She lifted her leg and hovered spread eagled above the large synthetic head.
“Hold the wide shaft tight and lower your wet slit onto its head, taking every hard inch. Work your pretty pink pussy. I want to watch that big cock stretch you until you scream.”
Daisy moaned and slid onto the saddle, letting the hard, ridged synthetic plunge into her waiting sex. She sucked in a breath, arching at the full feel of it.
“Open, Daisy. Spread yourself wide.”
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br /> Jace flipped a switch on the front of the saddle and the raised, rough protrusion at the front of the cock vibrated against her clit, the corded shaft rotating slowing inside her.
Daisy’s eyes flew wide at the foreign feel and she lifted her ass, from the seat. He leaned in and kissed her, his mouth hungry and demanding until she moaned, sinking down onto the wide thickness again.
“Stroke me,” he whispered against her mouth. “Take my cock.”
He stood and faced the front of the low saddle as she rode. Daisy wrapped her hand around his member and slid her fingers from his base to his head and back again. A wet pearl of cum seeped onto her fingers and she rubbed the slick feel into his swollen ridge.
He broke their kiss and bit down on his wrist, spreading the pooling blood on his cock. “Taste me, Daisy. I want you to feel a little of what I feel.”
She grabbed his hips, lapping at his cock, taking every drop. He moaned, and she lifted her face, letting him drip his blood onto her tongue. He lifted her chin to his lips and kissed her mouth before sealing his wrist.
“Ready to ride?” Jace didn’t wait for an answer, he flipped the next switch and the saddle moved in time with the rotating synthetic flesh.
He knelt, dipped his head and teased her nipples, nipping and sucking, tongue working her along with the circular grind of the mechanical dick, forcing her higher and higher.
Daisy rolled her hips, her thighs shaking as she took every inch and pounded back. Her breath came in short pants, and when he turned up the vibration she cried out.
“Now!” he growled pushing his cock through her hands again.
The climax ripped through her, her inner walls quaking as she hung onto Jace’s thick member, whimpering as the mechanical cock rung her dry, unrelenting against her pussy and her clit, until she wept in pleasure and pain as another climax hit.
“Jace!”
He lifted her from the saddle and set her on her feet beside it, but her knees buckled.
“Daisy,” he murmured holding her as he lowered her onto her back. Need raced through his blood, electric and demanding.
“You,” she gasped. “I want you.”
He groaned, kneeling between her trembling thighs. He lifted her hips, hungry for her sex, dripping and used. He dipped his head to lick her hypersensitive folds, savoring the flavor.
Daisy half-hissed, half-cried at the raspy feel, begging for more as he swirled his tongue over her clit.
“You’re so swollen and wet,” he murmured against her inner thigh, slipping his fangs into her endorphin-soaked vein. He pulled deeply, moaning as his organ jerked at the taste of her blood mixing with her spent essence.
He got to his knees and drove deep, burying his cock with a violent thrust. She cried out, her shaking legs locked around his back.
Daisy bucked against him and he pulled out, jaw clenched as he tried to contain his need. She protested. Clawing at him, urging him inside and with one powerful drive he took her, every muscle tensing as he came hard. Daisy’s body crested toward climax again and he wrapped his arms around her as it crashed.
She whimpered against his chest and he held her as her trembling ebbed, her body relaxing after its final release.
“You okay, cowgirl? That was some ride.”
She sighed, a soft smile spreading against his chest. “Don’t talk to me. You planned this whole tortuous thing.”
He chuckled, the soft rumble of his laughter beneath her cheek. “Guilty as charged, ma’am.”
She toyed with the hair on his chest, fanning it through her fingers.
“You want to know why?”
She lifted her face, resting her chin on his chest. “Yes.”
“It’s because you were so wet and hot when you accidentally stumbled into the hog-tie room. If that got you hot, I knew this would make you come like a rocket.”
“Hog-tie room?”
He chuckled again. “Well, that’s what I call it, anyway.”
“How many rooms are there? You never did answer my question.”
Jace lifted her closer, bringing her mouth to his. “How about we find out together?”
Note from the Author
The Red Veil Diaries is an offshoot of my paranormal romantic suspense series, the Cursed by Blood saga. The underground vampire club, The Red Veil, was first introduced in Twice Cursed, book two of the Cursed by Blood series, and many of the characters from the Diaries are there as well, their lives unfolding and entwined throughout the seven book series.
If you enjoyed The Red Veil Diaries and want more romantic suspense with a twist of paranormal, I hope you’ll check out the Cursed by Blood series, too!
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Hi everyone! I’m Marianne Morea. I was born and raised in New York, and there’s nothing like the ‘the city that never sleeps’ to inspire sexy stories and romantic suspense. I began my career after college as a budding journalist and later earned a Masters in Fine Art, from The School of Visual Arts in Manhattan, but it’s my lifelong love affair with words and books, and the fantasies and ‘what ifs’ they stir, that finally led me to do what I love most. Write. I live in New York with my hubby and our three children, two dogs, one cat and a lizard named fingers. I’m always interested in chatting with readers, so sign up for my newsletter and check out my Facebook page and Instagram!
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Books by Marianne Morea
The Cursed by Blood Saga (Vamps and Weres)
Hunter’s Blood
Night Play
Twice Cursed
Blood Legacy
Lion’s Den
Power Play
Collateral Blood
The Legend Series (Teen)
Hollow’s End
Time Turner
Spook Rock
The Blessed (Angels and Demons)
My Soul to Keep
Howls Romance
Her Fairytale Wolf
The Wolf’s Dream Mate
Her Winter Wolves
Kindle World Exclusives
Sass Master
Lucky Sass
Sass in the City
Dragon my Heart Around
Single Books
Dragon Master
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