“Aurora…”
“Y-yes?”
“Your role in our rescue is to be commended.” He pinched her chin and tipped her face up so he could bore his fiery gaze into hers.
At his words, she released a pent-up breath. Her heart beat thready and erratic. “I-it is?”
“Yes, but your father…he is a different story.” His hot stare shifted to Theodore.
“No, please.” Theo collapsed to his knees. “I’m so sorry. I—”
“Quiet!”
Theodore’s sobs echoed in the room. Aurora fought the urge to go to him and take him in her arms. “Prince Viktor,” she said, despite Endre and Tabor’s glares of warning, “please, you must understand that—”
His gaze left Theodore and flicked back to Aurora, the ink-black brows drawn together in anger. She flinched, and could swear he’d driven a stake right through her heart.
“I said quiet!”
“Y-yes, sir,” she whispered, lowering her gaze.
Those piercing orbs slid back to Theodore. “Now, Mr. Kendall, you will rise and offer them each a drop of your lifeblood, and you will free every last one of them, starting with my beloved Aurelia.”
Theodore got to his feet, his hands clutching the table Viktor had just vacated. “Yes, yes, every last one of them.”
“Excellent. Now, while you held me in your iced prison these many years, I’ve had plenty of time to think…our island could use an intelligent scientist for various reasons.”
Theodore’s face went from white to pasty gray.
“Perhaps you could develop a serum to prevent our bodies from freezing if we’re ever in a dire situation such as this one again? Hmm, yes, then our species would be completely immortal.”
Aurora saw the flash of defiance in her father’s expression. She prayed he’d keep his mouth shut.
“So once they’ve all been revived, Professor,” Viktor went on as he wandered to Aurelia’s ice tube and studied her still form, “you will then receive your wife’s venom and become the very thing you plotted to kill—a Vencelze vampire. If you refuse, my good man, it is simple. You will die.”
Epilogue
Balitori Island
One month later
“Ah, yes,” Aurora hissed, bearing her fangs. “Just like that.”
“You’re the most insatiable Vencelze I’ve ever tasted.” Tabor moaned and buried his tongue past the tight ring of her cunt. He never seemed to tire of the salty-sweet flavor of her flesh and juices. On her knees in the sand, her ass thrusting toward him, Tabor came up for air and watched as she swirled her tongue around Endre’s massive shaft. The sun glistened on the faintly purple, mushroomed head, a tiny white pearl of juice oozing from its slit. Tabor groaned at the exact moment Endre let out a tortured growl.
“Mmm, yes, Rora,” Endre said through clenched teeth, his hands tangled in her long honey-colored hair. “Eat me alive. Scrape those fangs up and down my cock.”
Tabor’s own rod twitched when he detected the mixed scents of candles burning upon the deck above them, soaked pussy and male pre-cum. There was only one thing that would make this triangle marriage more complete, and that was their contribution to the procreation of a species that had been delayed in its expansion. But there would be plenty of time for a family later, and many long years of working to that end in their immortal lives.
The entire clan of Vencelzes trapped at the Greenland station had been resurrected. Oszkar thrived once again, its streets bustling with life after more than two decades of abandonment. The many homes scattered up and down the hills and cliffs, glowed from within. Falcons could be seen soaring against the blaze of the dawning sun as it rose above the ocean’s horizon. As it would through eternity.
The prince had returned to his castle on the high cliff to reign over the island with his new bride at his side. Even now, they planned and plotted to depart on an expedition to search for the perfect human mate to complete their Vencelze Triangle.
Aurora’s father had been spared, and with Viktor’s blessing, he was building his own research center on the opposite side of the island and planning to develop that vaccine Viktor had suggested. Aurora would assist him, and together, they’d delve into research like never before. Theo had reunited with Aurora’s mother after he’d not only given Clara a minute amount of blood for her talons, but also offered up his lifeblood. The venom from Clara’s fangs had imparted to him immortality and youth. He’d gained weight, his hair had transformed from gray to a dark blond shade, and he now strode with the purpose and strength of a healthy young man. In return, he’d wholeheartedly pledged his undying love, devotion and repentance to his wife, and they’d decided to search for a third partner to form a triangle of their own.
Clara had begged Aurora’s forgiveness for giving her up for adoption, and the three of them actively worked on building a parent-child relationship that would never have developed if it weren’t for Aurora rescuing Tabor and Endre that fateful night in Greenland.
Aurora had never been happier. Her reactions to Tabor and Endre’s constant, insatiable lovemaking further supported Tabor’s theory.
Tabor shook off the pleasant thoughts and brought himself back to the matter at hand. He worked his palms over the globes of her tanned ass, pulling them apart so that her moist holes glistened in the sunlight. His groin ached heavy with sexual hunger. He could feel his own fangs lengthening already, despite the fact he hadn’t yet touched his penis to her pussy.
His pulse points quickened, thrumming with anticipation as he gripped his dick and pressed the head against the tight ring of her womanhood. She screamed a muffled cry of pleasure, and he thought he’d spill his vamp’s seed right then and there. Yes, he and Endre couldn’t get enough of her. She loved to be joined in a triangle of many forms and combinations. But it looked as if she’d become orally fixated, for the moment, on Endre’s cock.
Tabor’s nerve endings tingled as he hunched over her like an animal mounting his she-wolf and eased one maddening inch into her snug hole. The tightness of her vagina met him with resistance, and he heard her muffled groan of satisfaction. But he wouldn’t have long to wait before she’d open to him and take the entire length of his shaft into her canal.
Aurora swallowed, slurped. “Endre, Tabor, I…”
“Shh,” Endre murmured as an ocean wave washed inland to soak his naked, glistening body. “Take and be taken, love.”
She swirled her tongue around the head and deep-throated Endre’s penis. His muscles flexed in euphoric reaction.
Tabor pushed in another inch, adoring the animal song it forced from deep in her throat, loving the snug slickness as her channel clamped down on him.
She encircled the base of Endre’s cock with one hand, massaged the marbled sac with the other. She’d draped her hair over one shoulder, and it fell in a cascading fan across Endre’s right hip. Sunlight bathed their entwined bodies, beating down to warm Tabor’s backside as he reached around to play with her clit. The surf pounded in behind them, a roaring, wet rush, like her pussy juices, he thought, cresting out of her folds and onto his hand.
Aurora pulled back and murmured a string of unintelligible cries when he swirled his fingertip over the swollen bud, pushing yet another inch inside her cunt.
“Ready, hon?” he rasped in her ear, drawing in the wild floral scent of her perfume.
“Mmm,” she moaned, and raised her head making a popping sound as the suction broke.
Endre sighed out his disappointment. His head fell back onto the sand. “No, please don’t stop, love.”
She panted, her ass dancing in small little backward jerks and slapping against Tabor’s pelvis. “Just…just for a second. I have to tell you—tell you both…”
Tabor heard the urgency in her husky voice and wondered how he had lived all those centuries without this woman, without this primal, complete emotion he felt for both she and Endre.
He kissed her neck, scraping his fangs across the twin-pricked sc
ar of her first bite. “What is it, sweetheart? Would you like to go in away from the prying eyes of all our people?”
He knew many of the rescued Vencelzes watched on from their seaside homes all around the half-moon bay. Many others engaged in lovemaking too, some upon their balconies, others in their boats, some while rolling around in the green grass of their sloped, ocean-side yards. It was merely the way of Vencelzes, not necessarily to be voyeurs but to have no inhibitions or need for privacy during the grand act of mating.
“No…” She sucked Endre’s member deep down in her throat and rammed her rear back against Tabor, fully impaling herself on his aching cock. It nearly brought him to vampire heaven and back again, made him gasp and clamp his teeth in an attempt to stave off the wicked orgasm. He could see that Endre clamored for control himself, and savored the pre-tremors of Aurora’s body that always foretold her coming release.
She continued to devour Endre while she pounded a rhythm against Tabor’s groin. He slid two fingers behind her and thrust them into her damp and sticky asshole.
With ecstasy racing nearer, she released Endre’s rod and said breathily, “I love you. I love you both!”
Tabor stilled his movements, the words like a gentle, soothing hymn to his ears.
Endre lifted her head and cupped her jaw, his shaft plopping moist and stiff onto his flat belly. “Would you mind repeating that?”
She giggled and managed to keep Tabor’s cock inside her pussy while she slowly climbed up Endre’s body and straddled him. Tabor followed, knowing what position she sought.
“I said I love you both.” She murmured it huskily, her fangs fully elongated.
Tabor withdrew from her cunt and she slid down onto Endre’s cock, taking him completely into her creamy hole.
Tabor aligned his shaft with her soaking hole and inhaled the perfume of her arousal. Vamps alive, he couldn’t wait to bury himself in that gorgeous ass.
“Oh…” Endre swallowed, straining to assimilate his sex to hers without blowing. Shock and unbearable pleasure glittered in his gold eyes just before they crossed in bliss. “Thank the Vencelze vamp prince, she’s finally admitted it. Aurora, I love you too, babe.” He cradled her face in his hands and drew her down for a kiss.
Tabor slid into her rectum, slow and gentle, his eyes clamping shut at the snug fit. Her cry of pleasure followed. The pressure of Endre’s stiff shaft coupled with her soft inner wall between them made Tabor’s heart still. Joy at her words burst in his chest and took precedence over the multitude of sensations now bombarding him. He and Endre had longed to hear those words from her ever since she’d freed them from captivity.
Anxious now for bliss, he circled her moist clit with his fingertip, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. “I love you, too. I’m bound forever to our Vencelze Triangle.”
“Triangle…yes.” She rocked and bucked, reaching for climax, something it seemed none of them could get enough of. “Oh, I’m going to…”
Tabor was beyond control. To hear those words of love and devotion, to feel the sudden spasms around his cock as the orgasm ripped through her canals, to drink her wild fragrance into his lungs…ah, heaven! He spilled his seed deep inside her ass, the head of his cock separated from Endre’s only by the silky-moist partition within her core.
Endre threw his head back and arched, howling out his release. He twitched as if Aurora had struck him with high voltage. His long fangs glittered in the sunlight as he bared them on a hiss of pleasure. “Yes, my love. Fuck me!”
They floated back down to the beach in a trio of intertwined limbs and sweat. Tabor withdrew and collapsed at Endre’s side. He lay there staring up at the swaying palm fronds and listening to the swish and flow of the surf. The warm afterglow of sex sedated him, making his eyelids heavy. Ah, life couldn’t get any better, he thought as he stretched and a Pacific breeze blew in, cooling his perspiring flesh.
“You vamp hunks are so irresistible, I didn’t get to finish,” Aurora purred, still straddling Endre.
“Finish?” Bloody hell, she had the nicest breasts he’d ever seen, Tabor decided. He reached up and cupped one heavy, creamy globe, playing lazily with the nipple.
“Yes, finish.”
Tabor released the mound and twined a finger around one strand of her honey-toned hair. He drew it to his nose and inhaled its fresh scent. “You mean telling us you love us? Wow, what a pleasant surprise that was.”
“Well, yes, that and…”
“And?” Endre managed sleepily, his sherry eyes glassy with bliss.
“The triangle—our triangle. It seems we’ll all have to make room for two more.”
Tabor shot to a sitting position, heedless of the gritty sand grinding into his asshole. “Two more? No fucking way.”
Endre propped himself up on an elbow and slid her a wary look. “Aurora, forget it. It’s not going to happen. You’re not going to invite two more people into our triangle.” He narrowed his gaze on her. “Hell, don’t we satisfy you enough?”
Her laughter, so melodious and innocent, carried out across the ocean. “No, you idiots—I mean yes, you more than satisfy me. But it looks like we’re going to have to enlarge our triangle to include our children.”
Silence ensued. Tabor and Endre bounced their confused gazes between Aurora and each other.
Aurora sighed. “I’m pregnant, you dopes—with your twins.”
Endre gaped, speechless. His slack-jaw mouth gradually transformed into a wide grin.
Tabor quickly recovered as joy burst in his vampire’s heart. “Well, why the hell didn’t you say so in the first damn place?”
Endre and Tabor didn’t spare one moment longer. They shifted into full falcon form and rose into the sky. Their cries of ecstatic delight could be heard echoing across Balitori Island.
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Can she heal lifetimes of pain and make him believe salvation is possible?
The Daystar
© 2006 Rene Lyons
Always feeling different from the world around her, a power grows within Lexine Parker. In the light is where she belongs—even as she finds herself thrust into the nocturnal realm of the Templar vampires.
Scarred by a brutal past, Constantine is a creature consumed with rage. He knows only darkness and sin. Believing he fights a losing battle of redemption, heaven is something he doesn’t dare hope for—until Lexine makes him believe salvation is possible.
Locked away in an ancient castle, they come together in body and spirit, searching for love to chase away the darkness. With Constantine’s soul at stake and Lex’s life on the line, the nights tick down to a cataclysmic event that could tear them apart forever.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Daystar:
At the sharp knock at her door, Lex didn’t even bother to get up. Her muffled “come in” was said into her pillow. She assumed it was Allie coming in to give her the usual “older sister spiel”, which was why, when the door opened and no Allie was forthcoming, Lex sat up to see who it was.
Her heart slammed against her ribcage at the sight of Constantine filling the doorway. As much as her mortification reached epic heights while he stood silently staring at her, she was glad he’d followed her. It meant he cared. Didn’t it? Or was she just reading more into his recent behavior than was healthy? Whichever it was, Lex was still glad he was here.
“What are you doing here?
Come to point and laugh at the silly girl who just made an ass out of herself with her wayward thoughts?”
He shook his head, his expression, for once, not unreadable. In fact, the shock on Constantine’s was almost comical. “You can’t mean it.”
“Oh Lord, I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Neither do I.”
That surprised the hell out of Lex. She stood cautiously, as if trapped in a room with a wild animal. By the look on Constantine’s face, she had the feeling she wasn’t too off the mark. One sudden move and she had the distinct impression he’d pounce on her.
Not that she’d have any problem with Constantine doing some pouncing. Given how pissed he looked, she didn’t know if it would be the good kind of pouncing or the sort that would make her wish she’d locked her door to keep him out.
“If you don’t want to make fun of me and you don’t want to talk about my little bomb, then what are you doing here?”
Though Lex thought it impossible for him to frown any deeper, Constantine proved her wrong. “I don’t bloody know why the fuck I’m here.”
Like the demanding, and sometimes annoyingly arrogant, warrior he was, Constantine walked right up to her and yanked her into his arms. When she slammed against him, Lex knew what it meant to be manhandled.
She didn’t have a chance to protest—not that she would—before he brought his face close to hers. For a moment she thought Constantine was going to kiss her, but he didn’t and a momentary stab of regret pierced her.
“I’m not leaving.”
His tone suggested that was a warning and not an announcement. Warning or no, it left Lex was a bit breathless. “I’m glad.”
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