Eversong (Midnight Playground)

by Bradley, Eden

  “Love me, my vampires,” she told them. “My lovers. My loves.”

  Ever smiled, and for perhaps the first time, she saw almost no trace of the shadows in his bottomless black gaze. They would always be there. He had lived too long, and his past could never be erased. But the idea that she and Deo, their love for him, and his for them, had helped him, was the most glorious feeling on Earth.

  “It’s true,” Ever agreed. “You two have healed me in a way I never thought possible.”

  “It’s love,” Deo said, one hand coming up to stroke the older vampire’s cheek.

  Ever turned his head to kiss Deo’s palm, and a long shiver of excitement shimmered over her skin at the sight of her two beautiful, unearthly lovers touching, as it always did.

  “Yes,” Ever answered. “Love. I never knew it could be so simple. But it wouldn’t have happened with anyone but you two.”

  “And we could never have allowed any other into our circle. No one but you, our Ever.”

  “You are too chatty, my loves,” Mercy teased, reveling in the things they were saying to each other. Knowing it was all true. But her body needed to feel them.

  “You are our insatiable girl,” Ever said, a grin on his lush mouth.

  “You two have made me so.”

  “To our great pleasure,” Ever answered. He looked over her shoulder at Deo. “Now.”

  They impaled her as one, Ever thrusting deep into her soaking cunt, Deo into her ass. She felt the friction of their cocks inside her, separated by only that thin membrane. Their arms were around her, gripping each other, holding them all together as one being. She spread her thighs, allowing them both deeper access, pleasure spiraling in her body, making her mind soar.

  She saw them all together, herself, Deo, Ever. They lay on a beach, the sun setting in a blaze of pink and orange. She smelled the fragrant salt of the sea. Felt the soft, tiny grains of sand beneath her. Felt their love for each other like some palpable thing. Like some soft breeze blowing over their naked skin as the water from the shower cascaded down their joined bodies.

  She’d never had this sort of vision, of something that had never happened. But she knew it was more about what they were all feeling than anything that had taken place, or would. They might never find this peaceful beach. But they would all be together. They would love, all of them. Love and desire so fierce, so powerful they could never resist it.

  As they plunged into her over and over, crying out their pleasure until their moans and sighs merged as much as their bodies, she felt herself melt into sensation. Into their arms. Into the lovely vision in her head. She shivered as she came, as she felt them coming inside her, all of them together as one. And she knew this was forever. Truly until the end of time. Deo and Ever. Her loves. Forever and ever.

  About the Author

  The award-winning author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called ‘elegant, intelligent and sensual’. One erotic novel was profiled in Cosmopolitan magazine.

  Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls, Dissident Radio’s Breaking Taboos, and the West Coast In the Flesh readings. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website: www.edenbradley.com.

  Look for these titles by Eden Bradley

  Now Available:

  Tempt Me Twice

  Midnight Playground

  The Seeking Kiss

  Bloodsong

  The Turning Kiss

  Eversong

  Celestial Seductions

  Winter Solstice

  Spring Equinox

  Summer Solstice

  Wasteland

  The Breeder

  This summer is going to be twice as hot…

  Summer Solstice

  © 2009 Eden Bradley

  The view from Leigh’s front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual—as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.

  Jared doesn’t plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh’s classic, California blonde looks are any man’s fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn’t long until their summer fling is in full swing.

  Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter—until Jared’s sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.

  Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers’ every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he’s not so sure he’s ready for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift—their freedom—she wonders how she’ll find the strength to say goodbye.

  Warning: Hot M/M/F ménage, sex in public places (sort of—read it and you’ll see!), every possible orifice filled (some simultaneously), a big, sexy, bossy alpha, an equally hot beta and a little spanking for good measure. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t need a little spanking now and then?

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Summer Solstice:

  He was as beautiful as Jared told her he would be. Dark hair waving to his shoulders, his skin a gorgeous golden-brown. And his eyes were green, darker than her own, a deep shade of moss. Electric. He had his shirt off, and she could see that while he was more delicately built than Jared, he was still all muscle, long and lean. And his chest was perfectly smooth, his skin sleek, his nipples dark. He was smiling at them, his gaze assessing her.

  Jared crossed the room in a few short strides, taking Leigh with him, her hand in his. He reached out and pulled Matteo to his feet, his arm wrapping around his neck to pull him in close. The two men kissed, and heat shot like lightning through Leigh’s body.

  Jesus.

  There was something almost terrifyingly erotic about those two masculine mouths meeting. She’d never seen anything like it, this intimate caress of lips between men, not this close up. Not with Jared holding onto her hand, as though she were a part of it.

  They pulled apart and Jared pulled Leigh closer.

  “This is Matteo.”

  “Hi, Matteo. It’s nice to meet you.”

  Matteo was smiling at her, his teeth a brilliant white in his wide, lush mouth. He really was beautiful. He took her free hand in his, his long fingers wrapping around hers. His palm was warm, his fingertips callused from playing guitar. She couldn’t help but imagine what those rough fingers would feel like on her skin…

  “And you’re Leigh.” His accent was purely American, surprising her for some reason. “Jared told me his new neighbor was a beauty, but I had no idea…” He turned to glance at Jared. “I hope you weren’t planning on keeping her all to yourself.”

  “That’s entirely up to her.”

  Matteo’s smile widened into a grin as he turned back to her, and she went hot all over as he gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll have to work hard to charm you then, Leigh.”

  She smiled back. He was charming enough already. And she understood fully that the invitation was there, for them all to go to bed together. Would it be too much if she simply screamed ‘yes’?

  “Can I get you two anything? A beer?”

  “We just came from dinner and a few margarita’s. Have you eaten?”

  “I stopped on my way from the airport. I didn’t want to waste time eating once I got here. I have a new piece I’ve been wanting to play for you. Do you mind, Leigh?”

  “No, not at all. I’d love to hear you play. Jared says you play beautifully.”

  “I hope you like it. Come, sit next to me.”

  Matteo was still holding onto her hand. He pulled her down next to him on the dark leather sofa. Jared sat on
her other side.

  Matteo began to play, his fingers fluttering over the guitar strings, making them sigh. The tempo built, a lovely rhythm that was sensual, sexual, somehow. He was watching them, Leigh and Jared both, his green eyes gleaming, some sort of challenge in them. Or was she imagining that? But he could certainly play. The music was gorgeous, Spanish-style guitar mixed with a bit of Caribbean flavor. She turned to look at Jared, and his gaze was on Matteo, but quickly flicked to her. He smiled, his dimple flickering in his cheek, and he took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb as they listened. The music, Jared’s touch, was sending heat spiraling into her system. And Matteo’s beautiful face, the intensity of his expression…what sort of lover would he be?

  When Matteo was done he set the guitar down on the floor carefully.

  “What do you think?”

  “Brilliant,” Jared answered.

  “You always say that.”

  “It’s always true.”

  “And you, Leigh? Did you enjoy my playing?”

  “Jared’s right, that was brilliant. So soulful.”

  “Ah, I like this one, Jared,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss it, his soft lips lingering.

  Jared was still stroking her other hand, and he moved his palm up over her arm, stroking her shoulder. She was shivering with need, with the sensation of the two men touching her at once. With the exquisite anticipation of what might happen between them all.

  Jared moved closer, his mouth next to her ear, until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Leigh, tell me what you want.”

  It was a command, and yet she knew this was up to her. Knew she’d be crazy to turn this opportunity down.

  “I want you both.”

  “Ah, wonderful.” Jared kissed her cheek, his hand slipping down over her collarbone, his fingers stroking the side of her neck. He’d come to know how sensitive she was there. He knew all her most sensitive spots already, had known instinctively almost since their first moments together. “I was hoping you’d say that. I thought you might.”

  Matteo still held her hand to his lips, brushing them over her skin. His gaze was on hers, his eyes a beautiful, dark green. Full of fire. Full of need. His lips were so damn soft, kissing the back of her hand over and over, then turning it over and sliding up to her wrist. Neither of them had touched her breasts, her sex, and yet she felt as close to coming as she ever had in her life.

  “Jared…”

  “What is it, darlin’?”

  “Undress me, please.”

  A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.

  “Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”

  She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.

  “It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.

  Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.

  “Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.

  “I like that you’re so eager,” he murmured.

  “But we’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.

  Bloodlines merge, passions surge…

  Vampires’ Consort

  © 2011 Bonnie Dee

  Magical Menages, Book 2

  One riveting glance from the handsome stranger stalking her in the supermarket shakes Akila Massri down to her soul. And when Jacob Baum hands her an engraved invitation to visit his billionaire employer’s retreat, curiosity—and the need to pay off her student loans—overcomes the instinct to refuse.

  Once on Valarian Kaspan’s private tropical island, her dark and deadly host confronts her with several incredible facts. Vampires exist. Her Egyptian ancestry traces back to the sun god, Ra. And her bloodline is critical to the future of mankind.

  From his thrall’s heated reaction to the supple-limbed Akila, Valarian is certain she is destined to mingle his Genghis Kahn bloodline with that of Ra. As a vampire, Valarian is sterile; it is through Jacob that a prophesied savior of mankind will be born.

  As Akila tries to wrap her mind around all this, she finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of erotic passion for two, very complicated men. When they all come together, something powerful unfolds within her. Something that makes her the target of evil vampires who plan to use her—and her unborn—to erase humans’ very existence from the earth…

  Warning: One woman plus a powerful vampire and his thrall equals sexy ménage with explicit sex scenes.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Vampires’ Consort:

  Akila decided to let Jacob walk off whatever demons raged in him. She kicked off her sandals and went to the edge of the water. She could smell the brine in the astonishing blue-green water as it lapped warmly around her toes. The Atlantic down here was an entirely different ocean from the gray water of Long Island Sound near her parents’ home. It would be great to strip bare and simply float in it for a while. This place was too gorgeous not to take advantage of it for the brief time she was here.

  Why not stay through the weekend? She could learn more about Kaspan and when she returned home, write an exposé about him as she’d planned. Of course, she’d have to edit out the vampire stuff…and the bloodline stuff…and the crazy baby-making plan. That didn’t leave much juicy gossip to spill. Without those elements, there was only a wealthy businessman hanging out at his tropical retreat.

  She squatted in the sand and dug with half of a clamshell, watching the water fill the pit she made. Her mind careened all over the place, trying to fix on one aspect of his crazy tale and have it make sense. As shocked as she was about vampires existing, what really got her was the idea of Ra, a god, for God’s sake, as her ancestor. It was preposterous but utterly fascinating. Maybe she needed to learn more about this prophecy thing.

  “I’m sorry.”

  An unexpected voice beside her made her screech, drop the shell and leap to her feet. She slapped a hand to her chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

  “I apologize.” Jacob’s eyes reflected the sunlight, making them bluer than the ocean. “I lost my temper, something I rarely do.”

  She believed that, having gotten the impression he was usually firmly in control of his emotions. “That’s okay. I press buttons. It’s what I do. I shouldn’t have said that about Hitler. I’m sure Kaspan is a great guy. He supports about half the charities on the planet.”

  Her head was tipped back in order to look up into his face. The angle, coupled with their bodies’ proximity, made it feel like she was waiting for him to lean down and kiss her. Their gazes locked while the surf rhythmically washed the shore and seagulls screeched overhead. There was no denying the attraction between them. She’d felt it that night at the supermarket and again from the moment she saw him at the airport. A subtle thread stitched them together every time they were near each other.

  Akila reached out a tentative hand and rested it against his chest. His heart beat as steadily as the incoming waves. Thud, thud, thud, filling up her senses and drawing her closer still. Her toes dug into the sand as she rose up.

  His eyes widened and he seemed suddenly younger and uncertain, a man who perhaps wasn’t used to women coming on to him—surprising, since he was so attractive. She liked his hesitation. It gave her the courage to slide a hand around the back of his neck and pull his head down to hers. She heard his small gasp before she fastened her lips over his and softly plucked at his mouth.

  Jacob’s hands encircled her waist, holding her steady as she leaned into him. For a moment, he acquiesced to her kiss, then his mouth opened
and he kissed her back.

  Their tongues met, slicking around each other, and electricity shot through Akila. The taste of him left her hungry for more. Her body thrummed with the low voltage that passed between his body and hers. She’d never experienced anything quite like the rising need inside her, a sudden flare like a spike in a heart monitor.

  Jacob’s hands moved below her waist, cupping her ass and pulling her tighter against him. She felt his hardness nudging her crotch, escalating the heat there. He groaned quietly into her mouth and their kiss deepened from sensual exploration to passionate hunger.

  She gripped his shoulder with one hand and drove the other through his hair to cup the back of his head. Her tender breasts smashed flat against his solid chest and her entire body throbbed. It was too intense, too soon, too crazy.

  Akila broke it off, pushing her hand against his chest to propel herself back from him. She stood in the moist, cool sand, panting. His lust-glazed eyes seemed as shocked as she felt. He wiped a hand over his lips, as though wiping away—or capturing—her kiss.

  “I’m sorry,” Akila said. “I don’t know why I did that.”

  He shook his head. “No. It’s…”

  God, she was humiliated. She could sink into the sand right now and let the tide wash her away. But even in the midst of embarrassment, her body still clamored for more. More of those kisses, more of the way he’d held her, the solidity of his body in her arms, more of his scent, his taste. His cock. She wanted to see his erection, not just feel it pressed against her. Another shudder of lust passed through her.

  Akila crossed her arms over her chest and began to walk down the beach. “Maybe you should show me the rest of the property. Or the house.” Or maybe she should go to her room and hide, get entirely away from this man to whom she seemed to have an uncontrollable attraction.

  “Yes.” He strode alongside her, but several yards away, and blurted random facts about the island as they walked from the beach to the interior. The vegetation grew thick around the narrow path through the trees.