by KyAnn Waters
She could be wrong. What if she did mutate, became like him? He’d know as soon as the hunger took hold, the unquenchable thirst for survival. Yet, what if she was right, and he couldn’t change her? Emotion welled in his chest, and a lump formed in his throat. Cursed or not, he wouldn’t let her go.
“Come with me.” He took her hand. He could carry her on the wind and make the journey to his home in moments, but he needed time to rationalize all she’d done...how much she wanted to give him. If he wasn’t mistaken, she offered her blood supply.
Life without guilt.
Reflecting on the past month, he should have noticed her efforts, but he’d been occupied with trying to remain distant.
He escorted her to his vehicle. All aspects of human life were mimicked by a vampire. He ate, though blood was the only substance he needed for survival, and drove a car, even if his version of travel was more efficient.
“We’ll talk at my home.”
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Isolated in the middle of Calabasas, a person wouldn’t know Kelis’ estate existed accept for an aerial view. In three centuries he’d managed to accumulate wealth and property. The stock brokerage firm merely provided a means to mask his finances.
He turned left into his driveway and paused at the metal security box with a number pad. He entered a code at the gate, then drove a half mile into the wooded area surrounding the sprawling eight thousand square foot home.
Loni put her hand to the window. “It’s beautiful.”
Clusters of palm trees lined the drive. Sycamores, oaks, and quaking aspens filled the groves on both sides of the property. Isolated and remote, from this vantage, it was hard to believe they’d just come from a bustling metropolis.
He sighed. “And lonely.”
She reached across the console. “Not anymore.”
No, he wouldn’t be lonely with Loni. She would bring laughter and light into his dark existence. But could he trust in her...in himself? Three hundred years of solitude was all he knew.
The driveway circled around the front of the house. He parked near the porch and turned off the ignition. “Ready?”
She nodded and opened her car door. Standing in front of the house, she lifted her face to the cloudless cerulean sky. Sunshine reflected off the golden highlights in her hair and cast a glow upon her porcelain skin.
Unlike in the elevator when she radiated light, she seemed to draw the sun’s rays, taking them in and then emitting pulsing waves of energy. Her eyes slid closed and her lips slightly parted. He suspected he wore the same rapturous expression when he fed. This was part of her survival, taking in the energy of the sun.
Through her blouse, he watched her nipples tighten. She dropped her purse to the ground. After slipping off her shoes, she took a few steps onto the thick lush grass surrounding the porch. She turned her heated blue eyes to him.
“Tell me what you see when you look at me.” She slipped the buttons of her blouse free. The fabric billowed in the gentle breeze and floated to the ground.
“A beautiful woman.”
A serene smile curved her lips. “Thank you. But you know that isn’t what I want to hear.” She tugged down the zipper of her skirt, then let the material pool around her feet. “We’re the same. Always taking, never having the opportunity to give.”
Kelis took a hesitant step forward. “What if you’re wrong? Loni, what I want may make you a mental slave to me. Your thoughts wouldn’t be yours. You’d have no choice but to obey my wishes.”
“Kelis, I wouldn’t need to be enslaved to want to give you everything I am.” Tempting him to take another step closer, she cupped her breasts, lifting and pinching her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. “For the first time in my life, I’m giving instead of taking.”
She trailed a hand down her soft stomach to the apex between her thighs. Kelis’ eyes locked on the nest of curls, shimmering with moisture, evidence of her arousal. His tongue swelled with the memory of her sweetness. A tidal wave of blood surged into his shaft. Sweat trickled down his spine. Standing in the hot L.A. sunshine, with Loni, he had to have her, claim all of her, feed from her.
Until this moment, his estate offered solitude. Now, the remoteness offered privacy. A growl rolled from his chest. His fangs lengthened. He didn’t attempt to hide his desire. Rather he wanted to give her the opportunity to flee.
She didn’t run but pressed against him. “We aren’t strangers, and I’m not afraid of you.” She nipped at his lips.
Her warm breath blended with his. He inhaled sharply, sucking in the scent of her blood coursing close to the surface. “If you give yourself to me now,” he said. “I won’t let you go...ever.”
“Do you think I’m going to let you go? For the past month we’ve laughed, shared, and have grown to know each other.”
“I believe you know more about me than I do of you.” He knew Loni pulsed with life. That she offered him the sweet blood surging through her veins. Overcome with the hunger, he pulled her into his arms. “But that will change.”
“You don’t have a life force. I had to know why. Now I do.” She tipped her head back, offering her neck.
Kelis wrapped an arm around her naked back. Her nipples prodded against his chest. She was his.
Human blood fed his appetite. The moment his teeth slipped into Loni, piercing her vein, he knew he’d never feed from another. Unlike anything he’d ever encountered, liquid energy surged through his system. Synapses fired. Stars exploded behind his eyes.
With his teeth embedded in her neck, he took her to the ground. There was no need for a mental shadow to conceal his voracious attack.
He pulled his fangs from her neck and roared. Drops of blood dripped from his lips, spattering on her heavy breasts. He bent forward, lapping the delicious spilled nectar.
Unable to resist, he sank his teeth in her dusky areola. Sweet coppery elixir flowed into his mouth, down his throat. He drank in the rapture. Muscles throughout his body tightened then relaxed as endorphins flooded his system. His vision blurred. Warmth of her blood pooled in his stomach and radiated heat.
For a moment he was alive again...while the hunger had him in its clutches. His curse. And Loni was the cure.
Kelis sucked, trapping her taut nipple firmly between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Loni cried out. Her back arched off the thick soft grass. Sunshine cast across her angelic face. A deep and crushing pressure clamped around his chest.
Mine.
Kelis released her nipple, laving his tongue over the bite, instantly healing the puncture wounds. With a snap and a tug, he had the fly of his slacks open. Contrasting with her blonde, neatly trimmed pussy, his shaft thrust from a thatch of black springy hair. After pushing his pants past his hips, he kicked them off. Then he hovered over her body, spread her thighs for his hips and settled between them. Heat from her core warmed the engorged crown of his cock poised at her entrance.
Mine. Hard and heavy, his rod slammed into her fiery sheath.
Loni twined her arms around his broad shoulders and locked her legs around his hips. Meeting him thrust for thrust, she trembled, writhing beneath him.
Kelis pressed his mouth to hers, silently seeking entrance by tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. He thrust hard, deep, digging in and pulling back with exquisite force. She gasped, and he sealed their mouths. Tongues rolled together, tasting, toying, heightening their connection.
Loni’s breathing grew shallow and fast. She neared the brink of release. Pressure built in his balls. Muscles in his ass clenched as he increased speed and depth, plunging into her channel. He craved more of her blood, but her tongue parried with his. He tasted the smooth hot caverns of her mouth, mimicking the same motion with his cock.
In a flash of heat, her body jolted. Rhythmic pressure pulsed around the engorged length of his shaft, filling, stretching, claiming her.
Bloodlust raged through him. Kelis groaned and sank his teeth into her tongue. Pain raked across his back.
Her nails clawed his flesh as her body bucked, crashing into another orgasm. Cream gushed from her pussy, bathing his cock in her hot juices.
With his hands clasped to the sides of her head, he held her immobile while his hips continued to rock, driving his cock in and out of her contracting core. Lightning flashed from the tip of his cock, into his balls, through his veins, and exploded behind his eyes. He came, ejaculating his seedless cum in pulsing, throbbing contractions.
After drinking his fill, his feeding kiss turned to one of sensual exploration. No longer punishing in potency but soothing and passionate.
“Mine,” she whispered, mirroring his earlier thoughts.
Kelis lifted his head and stared into her sated and contented eyes. “Forever.”
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Delicious Darkness
by
KyAnn Waters
A fugitive from a dark dimension, Dorian Hunt seeks a total bonding. Like a vampire needs blood or a werewolf needs the moon, Dorian needs to anchor himself to a woman of white light in order to survive. Without the mating, within one lunar cycle his might and magic would cease to protect him.
Audra Quinn has always been afraid of the dark. As an empath, she knows when Dorian enters her small metaphysical bookstore, that he is the man who can help her realize her true potential as a woman of white light.
Bounty hunters from his dimension are lurking in the shadows waiting for their opportunity to capture him, dead or alive. Dorian knows he will be easier to manage dead. Will Dorian have the strength to defend, or does it take the magic of a woman of white light to annihilate the evil darkness?
Chapter One
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Stomach clenched. Heartbeat escalated. Her nerves tripped, sending an intuitive message to her brain, the instinctive need to do whatever was necessary to survive danger.
The whispers echoing in her mind forced her to turn on every light. Put a match to white candles. Her hand trembled as she smudged the room, burning sage, cedar and sweetgrass to dispel negative influences. In a practice as innate as breathing, she protected herself because once again she was the hunted.
Outside the windows of her metaphysical book and gift shop, dusk had settled. With the night came her anxiety. This was their time. Physically and mentally powerful men not of her world, men her instincts told her were deadly under the canopy of an inky black sky.
Standing in her shop, Audra Quinn closed her eyes and visualized white light emerging from the crown chakra—the energy point located at the top of her head—engulfing her to the root chakra—the heart of her femininity.
He was coming, and she didn’t have the fortitude to resist. He wasn’t the first, yet he was different. As long as she could remember, she’d been their fixation. Only never before had she wanted to succumb.
Audra’s gift of empathic abilities protected her from men like the one whose imminent arrival loomed closer. She had the sensation of his heavy breath on her skin. Heard his beating heart. Sensed the darkness dwelling within him. Audra had always been afraid of the dark.
Her breathing became shallow. This man was more powerful than the few who had come before. She couldn’t remember her awareness ever being so palpable. Nerves quickening into frenzy, her heightened senses told her to flee. No! She didn’t run anymore. She was strong enough to withstand his influence.
Yet, tonight the darkness seemed more relentless. And never before had it made her blood pump through her veins like the raging rapids of a wild river.
He was different.
She didn’t need to turn around to know that he was there. He had come for her.
Standing just inside the door, he could not disguise the darkness that lurked within, not from her. Audra’s powers remained focused. They had to be. Showing him weakness would increase his strength.
Hypnotic, ice-blue eyes locked onto hers, and the impact hit her in the solar plexus, the spiritual center. He took a step closer, and the energy moved into her root. The heat dampened her panties and engorged her clit. She tightened her thighs to quell the ache. Hardening into tight buds beneath her shirt, her nipples strained for the touch of his hands. She closed her eyes only to visualize with perfect clarity how it would be for his long blunt fingers to touch her heated flesh and part the swollen lips of her pussy.
A moan broke from her lips. She leaned against the counter. Blood pounded in her ears. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her legs spread of their own volition. He was there, and yet he wasn’t. She could feel him pressing into her. His thrusting cock stretched her, pushed past the barrier of her innocence and claimed her as his own.
Audra’s eyes flew open. This was his intent.
At her body’s responses, she questioned her ability to shield herself. More disturbing was her uncertainty that she wanted to. Attempting composure, she cleared her throat.
“Can I help you?” It was the wrong thing to say because it was clear in her mind that he intended to help himself. To her.
The light in her small shop couldn’t penetrate his aura. He moved in shadow amid the incense, crystals and new age books. He passed Egyptian statuaries, Indian incense burners and tarot cards on his way toward her. He neared the back wall with shelves stocked with Kama Sutra creams, oils and powders. The candles she’d lit burned brightly, flickered, and then extinguished, smoldering in his wake.
Her chest constricted as he stepped around the counter. Nothing between them but sexually charged kinetic energy.
His desire spiked her arousal, and her arousal increased his desire. Always before, she had been able to remain steadfast in her determination not to succumb to the temptation of the men who came from the night. Tonight she wouldn’t. Every cell in her body cried out to this man…to the darkness in him.
Large and statuesque, he stood well over six feet tall. Her eyes raked up his long legs, past his thick muscled thighs encased in black denim, and rested on the swelling evidence of his hunger behind the faded fly.
Shoulder length hair, dark as the shadows from where he came, brushed the collar of his open leather jacket. He wore a tight T-shirt that made her hands twitch with the need to run over the contours of his broad, powerful shoulders. His deliciously disturbing scent, masculine and spicy, hit her senses with the impact of a tidal wave.
Butterflies filled her stomach as his hand reached out to touch her. She weakened, and her knees buckled. His blatant desire hammered into her thoughts in relentless telepathic images. Erotic images wreaking havoc on her will. She’d never encountered such a virile man. Only he wasn’t just any man.
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