by J C Gordon
Fighting
the
Inevitable
J C GORDON
Copyright © 2015 J C Gordon
e-Book imprint
All rights reserved.
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to my dad, Gordon Edward Irvine.
28 Aug 1936 - 4 Oct 2014
You were a true inspiration to me growing up.
You were my ultimate hero.
I love you dearly, Dad, and miss you every day.
reviews
I can't recommend this book enough! Ms Gordon weaves two love stories throughout this tale, and shows how a small twist of fate can change a life forever. Fighting the Inevitable is filled with memorable characters and introduces us to a world we all want to visit time and time again. Fair warning - chances are, once you start reading it, you won't be able to put it down. ~ Lana St. Louis
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J C Gordon draws you into this spellbinding tale of love, loss and the universal struggle for acceptance in the unforgettable first book of this tale. Her sumptuous writing has you right beside the characters as they feel, love and lose themselves in a world that has been irrevocably changed - whether for better or worse, only time will tell ~ Stephanie Passmore
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As an avid reader, I found that I could not put Ms. Gordon’s Fighting the Inevitable down. This book is indeed well worth losing a night’s sleep over. The world and characters she has created will draw you into their lives, making you want to be part of it all.” ~ Aisie Lynn
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Special thanks and my eternal gratitude must go to
my wonderful cover art designer Kelly Shorten
and
my lovely editor Aisie Lynn
Also, to my KBF, Evan Guillemette, for his unfailing friendship, and constant support of all of my writing projects. You are the best!
Huge hugs to Jennifer Cothran for the tremendous work she put into helping me get FTI to publication. I couldn’t have done it without you, sweets!
And finally, much love and a special thank you goes to the all amazing people who helped make this book possible #yourock
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CHAPTER One
Demetri Bozic looked up from the delicious little brunette who was secreted in the back of the dark booth beside him. A scent teased his nostrils, and his deep green eyes searched the darkness until the object of the scent became visible. He smiled and nodded, turning back to the woman in his arms. He knew his friend would join them, but for now, his attention was firmly on his companion.
She really was quite delectable, her face flushed with her arousal, her lips swollen from his ravishment. What really stirred his lust was the pale creamy breast that was bared to his intent gaze. The hardened nipple was mouth-watering, and he bent his head again to suckle on the tasty morsel. He returned his hand between her thighs, and pressed his fingers back into the wonderful warmth of her body. As she moaned in ecstasy, his fangs elongated, and he bit into her breast, swallowing down the sweet nectar that was her life giving blood.
He heard his friend approach, sensed him slip into the booth across from them. The sound of wineglasses being placed on the table brought a pause to his feeding. He always enjoyed a little red wine after a meal. He didn’t raise his head though, Caleb could wait until he was finished. He suckled harder against the creamy breast in his mouth, closing his eyes as he savoured the sweet nectar dripping down his throat.
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Caleb allowed his golden brown gaze to flicker over the sight before him. He preferred privacy when he dined, but Demetri didn’t hold to most conventions, especially when his bloodlust was upon him. He sipped at a glass of wine as he watched his friend ride the girl’s body with his fingers, as he fed liberally at her breast.
It was an erotic sight and Caleb knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have to feed his own dual lusts. For the moment, he continued to watch the show, his lips curling in a small smile as he admired his friend’s finesse.
The brunette suddenly stiffened and gasped out her pleasure. Locked in her moment of orgasm, she was barely aware that Demetri sealed the wound on her breast with a swipe of his tongue and then peeled his fingers out of her body. The human would have no idea that she had just fed an Ancient vampire. All she would remember was the intoxicating pleasure Demetri had given her.
“Thank you, chérie,” the dark haired vampire purred, kissing her lips lightly before hustling her out of booth. He sucked at his damp fingers as he watched her go, satisfaction etched across his inhumanly beautiful face.
“Enjoy your dinner?” Caleb Ryder’s voice was light and teasing, with a hint of huskiness about it. His body was hard and aching. Watching Demetri indulge himself was an intensely erotic experience, and he hadn’t been with a woman for almost a week. He really would have to satisfy his urges soon.
“She was delightful,” Demetri laughed throatily, accepting a glass of wine from the other man. “A little appetiser. I’m still hunting my main course.”
Caleb laughed loudly at the wicked expression on his friend’s face. His people were an extremely hedonistic race, indulging themselves liberally, but Demetri always took things that little bit further than most. After his main course, Caleb wouldn’t be surprised if his friend sampled a little dessert too. Taking three women in the one night wasn’t beyond the dark haired Ancient if he was in the mood. It appeared from the glint in his eyes that tonight he was.
Caleb’s eyes ran slowly around the dimly lit nightclub, looking for something to take his fancy. He was a partner in Karpathia’s along with Demetri, though he was more of a silent partner. Demetri ran the club and he left him to it. They were joint business partners in a number of technology companies as well.
They had been friends for two thousand years, their different personalities often causing some of their people to wonder how they managed to maintain such a tight relationship. Demetri was wild, unforgiving and utterly deadly, while Caleb was more reserved, appearing slightly more civilised than his friend.
The truth of the matter was simple for Caleb. He trusted Demetri with his life and vice versa. His friend would die to protect him and he would do the same. Demetri was his family though they had been born countries apart.
Their friendship had been forged in blood, when humans were still animals and wars and persecution had run rampant. He had saved Demetri’s life, though some would perhaps argue that point. He’d been barely a decade old to this life, a Youngling defying his Sire when he had found Demetri dying from a sword wound.
It had been during one of the many wars that had ravished the world at the time. Caleb had been hungry, the scent of blood calling him. Dead blood was unsatisfying so he looked through the battlefield for the dying. They could sustain him while he could ease their pain by injecting his soothing toxin into their system as he drained what little blood they had left.
It hadn’t been a sexual
act. Caleb loved woman and wasn’t tempted by the flesh of men, and that was why he had been surprised when he found the dying dark haired soldier and felt an affinity for him which he couldn’t explain. Demetri’s deep green eyes had opened as he’d fed from his wrist, bright and shiny for one who was so close to death.
“What are you?” The words had been whispered softly, but Caleb had heard them because of his enhanced hearing abilities. He had stopped feeding, surprised at being addressed in his native tongue. It showed the man below him was of considerable intelligence if he could speak a language other than his own.
“A vampire,” he answered, smoothing back blood soaked hair so he could look again at this exotic man who had piqued his interest.
“I don’t want to die!”
There has been such vehemence, such hunger to live that had shone in those green eyes that Caleb had smiled slowly, impressed with the will of his current meal.
“Very well.”
He had drunk deeply at the dying man’s wrist, listening to his heartbeat falter. Then he had healed the sword wound and ripped open his own wrist, pressing it to the other man’s mouth. He’d had no idea if he was doing it right. He was only a Youngling, and not supposed to be Siring anyone until he reached Elder status. However, he had done it anyway, knowing his Sire would be furious with him.
Perhaps it had been because Caleb remembered what it was to be human. He remembered how he hadn’t wanted to die either, how his refusal to succumb had led to his Sire granting him immortality. If this man wanted to live that badly too, then he deserved the same gift.
No one living knew of Caleb’s connection to Demetri. They never spoke of it; he never used his hold over his friend. Demetri knew he could walk away at any time he wanted, and Caleb would let him go. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that he stayed.
Now they sat together, two thousand years older and so closely bound together that they often thought as one, moved as one. Nothing could separate the allegiance they had for each other, even when they had their rare disagreements and tried to beat the crap out of one another.
Female eyes were automatically drawn to the booth they sat in, and Caleb’s lips twitched slightly as his shrewd gaze continued the search for his evening’s entertainment. He knew what women saw when they looked at them, how their physical aura alone could draw every woman in the room’s attention.
The two men were of similar height, Caleb being the taller by one inch, standing at six foot one. While Caleb’s colouring bordered on an almost Grecian look with long flowing golden brown hair, his friend Demetri had shoulder length thick hair that was as black as sin itself. His complexion had more of an olive tint too. He was a mix between European and Slavic, a deadly, seductive combination.
Both men were powerfully built as well as incredibly tall. Broad shoulders supported wide, well-muscled chests tapering down to trim waists and taut, flat stomachs. Long muscular legs and thick muscled arms strained in their clothing as they lounged in the booth. They were both dressed fairly casually. Demetri had opted for tight black jeans with a midnight blue silk shirt; while Caleb was poured into the tightest pair of black leather pants he owned, and completed his outfit with a black silk shirt.
The men practically oozed sex appeal as well as power and a substantial hint of danger. They were predators of the most deadly kind, the top of the food chain and with the haughty arrogance of knowing it.
Caleb sighed deeply as he ran his bored eyes around the dimly lit nightclub. He watched barely dressed women bump and grind with horny males and wondered once again if he was getting too old for all of this. Not so long ago he would have been the one on that dance floor with some lithe little beauty in his arms, grinding his hardness against her soft body, letting her know in no uncertain terms what he planned to do with her once they were off the dance floor. Tonight, it just left him feeling cold, his only spark of interest being Demetri’s earlier little display.
Not one woman in the room sparked his lust, and he had to admit he was slightly concerned about his lack of interest. There had always been two constants in Caleb’s life. The first was the need to feel the sweet taste of blood in his mouth, and the other was the need to slide his body into a hot, willing female. So far this week he had done neither and didn’t feel the urge to, either.
Running a large hand through his hair, he gave his third sigh in under five minutes and was rewarded with a deep growl.
“For fuck’s sake, Caleb, will you get into the party spirit?” Demetri said tersely, his cool, green eyes flashing as he regarded his friend with a hint of annoyance. He was starting to grate a little on the warm buzz running through Demetri.
“I’m bored,” Caleb grumbled quietly. “There isn’t one decent woman in here tonight.” His tone did sound bored and also slightly jaded.
Demetri quirked an eyebrow though he wasn’t really that surprised. He’d noticed his friend becoming ever quieter in the last few weeks, especially when they were out hunting. He was quiet and restless and out of sorts which was unusual for him.
“You want to try somewhere else?” he asked, just as the main door to the club opened and the scent of jasmine and lavender assaulted his senses. He saw Caleb stiffen slightly, and he turned his head to look at the woman who had just entered.
“Fuck me!” Demetri breathed softly, a huge compliment coming from him because he wasn’t easily impressed with a woman’s looks.
Caleb was quite literally stunned as he watched the woman come into the club. Fuck, was she even old enough to be in a nightclub? She was so tiny that for a moment he thought she surely had to be underage but the bouncers were strict at Karpathia’s. They most definitely would have carded the girl and asked enough questions to be reasonably certain she was old enough to be allowed in.
Her little purple sandals must have been at least four inches high; that would put the woman at five feet tall in her bare feet. Her ankles looked delicate and her calves were shapely as his eyes slowly worked their way up her body.
He found himself taking his time as he perused her. He didn’t want to miss a thing as his gaze swept passed her knees and came to the shimmering deep purple and diamante little slip dress she was wearing. The hem came to mid-thigh and he got a good look at the pale, satin smooth skin of her thighs before he took in her softly rounded hips, flat stomach, and delicate waist.
His gaze continued its upward movement, and he stopped when he reached her breasts. The two perfect orbs were full and pert, a bit large for her small frame but not as buxom as a lot of women tended to favour these days. His keen eye could tell that he’d be able to completely enclose the soft flesh in his large hands and he felt an itch to do so right there and then.
His body hardened and he growled softly as his gaze continued his upward movement enjoying the swell of her breasts peaking daringly out of her dress before he sighed as he took in her slender little neck bare of all jewellery. Her shoulders were practically bare too with the exception of two thin strips of material that held her dress up.
His body twitched again in his leather pants as he finally got to her face. Fuck she was stunning to look at. Her little heart-shaped face seemed so delicate. Her eyes were a strange lavender colour and framed by long, thick black lashes, which gave her a mysterious look. Her colouring stirred something in his memory, but he pushed it ruthlessly away. He didn’t want to be distracted by anything but the sight of her beauty.
Her skin was pale and soft, her little upturned nose giving her a slightly haughty appearance. Her lips were the most spectacular pair of lips he could ever remember seeing. They were wide and generous and deliciously plump, enhanced by the amethyst lipstick she was wearing.
Her best feature though was the glorious mane of waist-length auburn curls, which tumbled down her back like a living flame. There wasn’t one thing about the girl Caleb didn’t like. She was total perfection.
“I think we’ll stay here, Demetri,” Caleb said quietly, belatedly answering his frie
nd’s question as he watched the girl head over to the bar and slip onto one of the high bar stools.
Demetri chuckled lightly as he watched his friend’s intense expression. He was a little regretful that he wouldn’t get a chance at the auburn haired beauty, but this was the first time in weeks he’d seen Caleb express any genuine interest in a woman so he wasn’t about to queer his pitch.
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Rhianna steeled her nerves as she took a seat at the bar, her hands shaking slightly. She had no idea what had compelled her to come out tonight. Perhaps it had been the fact she’d just had the worst day of her life and she needed some kind of distraction. Perhaps she just needed to be surrounded by noise, and strangers; people who didn’t know or care who she was. Whatever the reason, she was here now, signalling the bartender for a glass of red wine. He set it down in front of her, and she was just raising the glass to her lips when she felt someone slide onto the stool next to her, and she turned her head to the left.
Her eyes connected with the buttons of a black silk shirt and slowly moved upwards. Her breath hitched in her throat as she found herself looking at the most stunningly beautiful face she’d ever seen. The man was so stunning she actually considered whether a God had descended from the heavens and sat down next to her.
Warm golden brown eyes roamed over her face as she took in the strong, rugged jaw line, thin, straight nose, and high chiselled cheekbones. He seemed to blink in slow motion, long lashes hiding his glittering amber eyes before revealing them again as a slow smile curved his wide generous mouth.