Marked: City of the Damned Book 1

by Everly Drummond

  A smile played at the corners of her mouth as Gedeon led her across the tarmac to the sleek black limo that awaited them. Sara made decent money working as an Application Developer for a major communications firm, but had never been inclined to ask Gedeon about his finances, even though it was obvious he was wealthy. As far as Sara could tell, Gedeon made his money by selling herbal remedies and healing injured vampires. The limos, gourmet food, exotic flowers, and a condo in South Beach meant nothing if she wasn’t happy. But Sara was happy, happier than she’d ever been in her life, and money had nothing to do with it. Sara loved Gedeon and would love him just as much if he were penniless.

  “You look like you’re in deep thought. What are you thinking about?” Gedeon asked as he opened the door and extended his hand to help her into the limo. The exquisite sight of her made his smile widen and his heart skip a beat. Never in his life had he seen such a beautiful woman, and never had he expected to earn the love of someone as amazing as Sara Bishop. A part of him feared what might happen when she was marked a second time, because he’d never known a human to be marked twice by a vampire, but another part of him anticipated the ecstasy they would share when she was his and his alone, when their souls were truly bound to each other.

  “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am. How many girls get to spend two weeks in Florida with someone as gorgeous as you?” Ignoring his outstretched hand, Sara stood on her tips toes and kissed Gedeon hard on the mouth. Her body quivered as his moist tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and forced apart her lips.

  Releasing his hold on the car door, Gedeon pulled Sara into him, his hand tangling in her long golden brown hair and their bodies melding together in a perfect fit. His other hand trailed softly down the curves of her slim form and came to rest at the small of her back. Pulling her closer, Gedeon released the grip he had on her hair and cupped the fleshy round cheeks of her ass. His erection grew and strained painfully against the inside of his pants, and as their lips parted, he gasped for air. “Maybe we should wait until we get home.”

  Something in her chest hitched. Home, Sara thought, home is wherever you are, my love. She knew that falling in love with Gedeon came with its own unique set of complications and consequences. He was a vampire and she was a human. He would remain eternally young while she grew old and feeble. Sara hastily pushed the thought aside. Being marked by Gedeon and sharing her body and soul with him was enough, for now anyways. Looking at Gedeon through half lidded eyes, she whispered, “Only if you make it worth my while, Mr. Bainard.”

  Gedeon tilted his head back and a husky laugh escaped his lips. In the month they’d been together Sara had gone from being a shy country girl to an irresistible erotic goddess, his goddess, and somewhere along the way she’d brought out a side of him that he thought had died years ago, a carefree and loving side that made him feel more human than vampire. There were so many things he wanted to teach her, so many thing he wanted her to experience, but it would all come in good time. He would satisfy Sara in ways she never imagined, and once she was marked, she would feel pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

  Sitting beside her in the back seat of the limo, Gedeon slid his hand between Sara’s legs and pressed his finger firmly against her already swollen clit. He could feel the dampness of her jeans where her pussy lay just beneath the rough denim fabric, ready and waiting for him.

  Sara fumbled with the controls on the door. With the press of a button, the moon roof slid open, revealing the inky sky above. She continued pressing the buttons until the tinted glass barrier that separated the driver from the passengers in the back seat, ascended, giving them complete and utter privacy. Turning to face Gedeon, she reached down and undid his pants. Getting to her knees on the floor of the car, Sara positioning herself between his legs and began rubbing his cock through the thin cotton fabric of his underwear.

  “You’re gonna be the death of me,” Gedeon murmured, and lifted himself off the seat just enough to pull his pants down and free his throbbing erection. His eyes flared black with desire, as they did every time she touched him, and his cock twitched as Sara’s greedy fingers encircled him.

  Cupping his balls in one hand, and the base of his cock in the other, Sara licked up the length of his shaft and lapped up the pearl of pre come that had formed on the tip. Very slowly and very deliberately, she lowered her mouth over his cock and took him into her throat. With steady even strokes she worked her mouth up and down the length of his shaft, taking him even deeper with each downward caress.

  Gedeon fisted the leather seat on either side of him as a low guttural moan worked its way up his throat and through his lips. His hips thrust in sync with the movements of Sara’s skillful tongue, forcing even more of his cock into the deep recesses of her throat. At this rate it would only take him minutes to come, if he could even hold out that long.

  Releasing her grip on him, Sara looked up at Gedeon through heavily lidded eyes, her mischievous grin illuminated by the moon light that flooded in through the open window in the roof.

  “Oh God,” Gedeon panted. “Why did you stop?” Teetering on the brink of orgasm, his hand clenched tightly around his erection and he stroked it up and down, anxious for the release that Sara was depriving him from.

  Prying his fingers away, she replaced his hand with her own, and with a voice as soft as silk and as playful as a puppy she asked, “Do you trust me?”

  “What? Of course I trust you Sara, but good God woman, you can’t just leave me hanging like this.” Gedeon’s hips started to move in time with Sara’s hand as she leisurely caressed him.

  “Good,” Sara murmured. Grabbing his hips, she pulled him forward on the seat. “I want to try something, but I want you to promise that you won’t move or say a word until I’m done.”

  “Sara,” Gedeon protested.

  “Not one word. Do you promise?” she demanded.

  Gedeon looked down at her with eyes as black as the midnight sky above, and nodded. Resisting the urge to ask Sara what in the hell she was doing, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

  With the well toned crescents of Gedeon’s ass hanging slightly over the edge of the seat, Sara repositioned herself on the floor and placed her hands on the inside of his thighs, spreading his legs further apart. Cupping his balls in her hand, and slight lifting them out of the way, Sara felt his body tremble as her mouth found the tight bud of his anus. With every delicious flick of her tongue, his body spasmed, approving of this intimate and unfamiliar contact. When she felt his balls tighten, and knew he was on the verge of coming, Sara licked her finger and slid it effortlessly into the taut little opening of his ass, past the tight ring of muscles, and stopping only when she reached the sensitive bundle of nerves that was his prostate. Gedeon’s body stiffened at the unexpected intrusion, but relaxed as soon as Sara started sliding her finger in and out with unhurried and purposeful movements. Slightly bending the tip of her finger upwards so that it pressed slightly against his prostate with every stroke, Sara moved it back and forth in a come hither motion.

  Gedeon’s body heaved and trembled at the sensations sweeping through him, but did not resist the invasion of the most intimate part of his body. In fact, he welcomed the feeling, and just when he thought that nothing in the world could feel better than what he was experiencing at this very moment, Sara’s mouth once again found his cock and she began sucking him, taking him down her throat further than she ever had before. The feel of her tongue gliding along the length of his shaft was all it took to push him over the edge. Gedeon thrust hard and could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat as he spilled himself into warm confines of Sara’s mouth.

  Greedily, Sara kept sucking as warm jets of semen filled her mouth, closing her lips firmly around him and not letting a single drop escape. Only when the trembling in Gedeon’s body subsided, and he sank back into the plush leather seat, did Sara ease her finger out of his anus and move to the seat beside him.


  The silence stretched on and anxiety began to build within her. Gedeon sat beside her, his head resting on the back of the seat and his eye firmly closed. What have I done? He must think I’m a freak, Sara thought. “Gedeon, listen...”

  “Shh.” Gedeon slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head. Grabbing Sara by the shoulders, her pulled her into his lap and silenced her with his mouth. His lips crushed against hers and their tongues mated in a frenzied dance.

  Sara pulled away and lifted herself off the seat, straddling Gedeon’s legs. Still panting and gasping for air from the kiss that had left her breathless, she lightly trailed her fingers over the rough stubble on his unshaven face. Never before had she seen his eyes as black as they were at this very moment. Mistaking the look in his eyes as anger, Sara leaned forward and buried her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry. I should never have done something like that without asking you first.”

  “Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for? That was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.”

  Shocked, Sara raised her head and faced him. “You’re just saying that to make me happy.”

  “I’d never lie to you, Sara,” Gedeon said in a more serious tone. Raising his hands, Gedeon trailed his fingers along the exposed skin of her slender arms, causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “Where on earth did you learn something like that?”

  “I found it in an article on this website. It said that if you...”

  The sound of Gedeon’s cacophonous laughter filled the air around them.

  “What’s so funny? I thought you said you liked?” A blush reddened her cheeks, and Sara bashfully looked away.

  The laughing subsided and was replaced by the soothing sound of Gedeon’s voice. “You could do anything to me and I’d love it. As a matter of fact, I’d like you to do something for me tonight.”

  “What?” Sara asked without turning to look at him.

  “We’ll talk about it when we get upstairs, but right now I’d better get dressed.”

  Sara looked up and saw that they were parked in front of the condo. Its elegant curves and sharp angles accentuated the art deco facade of the building. After fastening his pants Gedeon helped Sara out of the limo and led her towards the entrance to the building.

  “What about our luggage?” Sara asked as she stepped out of the limo and onto the sidewalk that spanned the length of the building.

  “The driver will see that it’s brought up to the suite.” Gedeon smiled and squeezed her hand as they walked through the doors and into the lobby.

  Chrome accents glistened under the fluorescent lighting that hung from the ceiling above, and Sara blatantly stared at the pictures of half naked women that adorned the walls.

  Gedeon noticed the amused look on Sara’s face and chuckled. “They’re original works by Tamara de Lempicka. Do you like them?”

  “They’re different,” she replied sheepishly. Sara wasn’t familiar with the Art Deco Movement, but it was obvious even to her that this building housed many original and restored pieces of the era. Even the tile floor of the lobby was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Hand laid mosaic tiles had been interlaced together to form graceful curves and intricate circular patterns.

  “Come on,” Gedeon said, and tugged at her hand as he dragged her towards a set of ornate brass elevator doors “I have something else I want to show you.”

  They rode the elevator to the fifth floor in silence. Sara’s stomach felt queasy as they walked down the hall towards the suite, dragging her feet on the carpet as they went. The whole reason for this trip to Florida was so Gedeon could mark her without the risk of her aunt discovering them, but they’d never discussed any of the details or when it was going to take place. Sara could vividly remember the pain of being marked by Pryse and had come to the conclusion that the less she knew about what was going to happen to her, the better off she’d be. But it did nothing to calm the nervousness that had suddenly overcome her. Would tonight be the night, or would Gedeon give her a couple days to enjoy the nice weather and take in the sights before she was subjected to days, or perhaps weeks, of excruciating pain?

  As if sensing her fear, Gedeon wrapped his arms around Sara’s waist and pulled her securely into his embrace. He leaned down and tenderly placed a kiss on her forehead. “Not tonight. I promise. Tonight is all about you and me.”

  Sara looked up at him and smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Now Available

  Book one in The Winemaker’s Feast series

  By Everly Drummond and Ivan Rusilko

  Recently named executive chef at one of Miami Beach’s hottest restaurants, Jaden Thorne is determined to make her culinary mark and fulfill her professional dreams. When Jaden is given highly coveted tickets to the ultra-exclusive Winemaker’s Dinner, she jumps at the opportunity to meet South Florida's wealthiest and most influential food and wine enthusiasts.

  Jaden’s eyes are drawn to the VIP section even before the appetizers appear, but she soon finds herself thinking less about networking and more about the intriguingly sexy stranger eying her from across the room. After dinner, what begins as a light-hearted flirtation unexpectedly catapults into a night of explosive passion. But when morning dawns, Jaden leaves her sleeping Mr. Oh So Sexy behind, sure they’ll never see each other again.

  Dr. Ivan Rusilko, a handsome, young physician, boasts an extensive resume’ and a well-established position on Miami Beach’s social scene. But despite his success and glamour, he’s routinely had to suffer uninspiring dates and doomed relationships. With a romantic heart, Ivan’s not the love-‘em-and-leave-‘em type. But when he awakens to find that the girl in the red dress has done exactly that, he resolves to find her--only if it’s just to ask why she left without even a kiss goodbye.

  The Winemaker’s Dinner is a fictionalized erotic memoir inspired by the romantic triumphs and tragedies of Dr. Ivan Rusilko’s real life. Weaving fact with fantasy, authors Everly Drummond and Dr. Ivan Rusilko have gifted readers with a swoon-worthy flesh and blood romantic hero and the intoxicating bouquet only a heartfelt tale of passionate love can create.

  Chapter 1

  “Something”

  A cool breeze caressed Jaden’s body, and the scent of butterfly weed and columbine infused the late-summer air around her. Brilliant purple and orange hues colored the evening sky as she stepped onto the makeshift wooden dance floor that served as the centerpiece for this evening’s event at the Florida Wine Festival.

  Jaden wrapped her sheer, black shawl tightly around her shoulders and over the open back of her slim, red cocktail dress. She surveyed the scene, looking for table number nine and trying her best not to seem lost.

  In the garden of the private estate on the edge of the ocean, throngs of guests had started to arrive. An army of waiters and waitresses dressed in blue scurried around like clockwork soldiers carrying silver trays brimming with glasses of wine, while another army, dressed in green and laden with trays of hors d’oeuvres, followed suit.

  Tables set with fine bone China and sterling silver surrounded the dance floor, and beyond them were the well-manicured lawns and shrubbery of the opulent estate—the home of a rich philanthropist couple who were thought to hold a large stake in the premier wine of this year’s festival, Mollydooker, as well as being connected with some of Florida’s most elite.

  As the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, the vibrant purples and oranges of the evening sky faded into muted shades of gray and black. Scanning the crowd once again, Jaden finally recognized a short brunette in a blue dress. Thank God.

  Tasha was Jaden’s roommate, lifelong friend since they were girls together in Colorado, and only ally in the mob of wine enthusiasts clamoring for a glass of this year’s premium blend. Tasha waved from where she stood on the other side of the tent. Beginning the voyage to meet her, Jaden pushed through the crowd clustered at the bar. She made her way along the edge of the near-vacant dance floor, mindful of her formfitti
ng dress with every step.

  Jaden could feel the eyes of more than one man following her as she sauntered by. She smiled. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed the calloused touch of a man, and Jaden was determined to turn heads this evening. Just as long as they’re not married, she thought, sneaking a sideways glance and sighing. Most of the prime real estate at this dinner wore telltale wedding bands.

  The Winemaker’s Dinner was the hottest ticketed event of this year’s Florida Wine Festival, and they’d landed it smack in the middle of Labor Day weekend. Celebrity chefs, world-renowned sommeliers, and politicians were among the guests, and it was pure luck that Jaden had managed to be on the guest list as well. Her new boss, Geoff, owner of a prestigious restaurant in Miami Beach, had come down with the flu and insisted his head chef take his place and network in his stead. Coincidentally, the event fell on Jaden’s birthday, which was why she’d been adamant that Tasha accompany her. It had been a tradition since their midteens that they spend birthdays together.

  A waiter in a crisp white shirt passed by in a blur, and with a quick flick of her hands, Jaden secured two glasses of the red wine before joining Tasha at their table.

  “Jesus, it’s a stampede out there,” Tasha noted, pulling out the chair beside her. “These people are vultures.”

  “Well-dressed vultures at least,” Jaden replied. “Wait until after dinner. I bet that’s when the real fun starts.”

  “Why did you drag me along, anyway? I could be at home on the sofa with a pepperoni pizza, catching up on my TV.”