Rogue

by Eden Bradley

  Rogue moaned as he wrapped his fingers around the rigid shaft.

  “Stroke me,” Ramsey murmured against his lips.

  He ran his fingers from base to tip, the lightest of touches, enjoying the velvety skin, fluttering his fingertips over the swollen head that was already damp with pre-come.

  He bit into Ramsey’s lower lip, felt him smile against his mouth.

  Ramsey whispered, “You really are a rogue. But I will always love that about you. You are no subservient minion, even as you accept my power.”

  “I do accept it, Ramsey. And I accept this,” he said, squeezing Ramsey’s hard cock.

  “Ah…”

  Ramsey took Rogue’s other hand and held it over his head, held it hard against the bed, and he was as restrained as if he’d been chained down. His body shivered with pleasure.

  He looked up into the face of his lover, who had become even more beautiful to him. His green eyes glistened, his mouth so lush and full he could barely manage not to kiss him again.

  “Do what you will to me, Ramsey.”

  “Tell me,” Ramsey demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. “Tell me, Rogue.”

  “That I love you? I do, I love you. I love you. I need you…”

  Ramsey pushed his knees up and tore his erection from Rogue’s hand. In a flash he had both of his wrists pinned over his head, and Rogue spread his thighs, welcoming his lover.

  Ramsey kept his gaze on his and Rogue panted as he pushed in slowly, the pleasure like liquid fire—that silken, that hot.

  Ramsey bit into his own lip, one of his sharp eyeteeth drawing blood, and Rogue leaned up to lick it off.

  Oh, his blood and his flesh heavy inside him…intoxicating.

  With a grunt Ramsey pushed in deep, making Rogue gasp. Pleasure and pleasure and pain and pleasure, like nothing he’d ever felt before.

  “Ramsey, is this…is this what love is? What it means? That everything is…more, somehow? That I feel you in a whole new way?”

  Ramsey leaned back on his bent knees until he was sitting upright, still buried deep inside him. He pulled both of Rogue’s hands to his chest.

  “Do you feel it, Rogue? How my heart beats for you? This is love. This is what drives the rest.”

  He understood in a moment of brilliant, blinding clarity.

  “Love you, Ramsey,” he whispered, his throat too tight to get the words out any more loudly. “You are my love. You are.”

  Ramsey smiled, tilted his hips, pressing into him. Rogue raised his hips to meet him, their flesh joined. Their hearts joined.

  “Forever,” Ramsey vowed.

  Rogue reached for one of his lover’s hands, their fingers twining together. “Forever.”

  Ramsey set a long, sliding, stroking rhythm, and pleasure was like music in Rogue’s veins, something that slipped and swam between them. Like water. Like honey.

  He pulled Ramsey’s wrist to his mouth, turned his head and bit. Drank. And saw.

  Only himself—the moments they had spent together. There was nothing more at that moment in Ramsey’s mind. Miraculous. Beautiful.

  When Ramsey took Rogues arm and bit into that tender crook of his elbow, Rogue smiled, loving the soft pull as his love drank from him. Fucked him—it was no less loving because it was fucking. They were vampires, after all.

  They moved together, Ramsey’s hand on his cock, drawing pleasure from him until he cried out, came. And Ramsey kept his gaze on his as he climaxed, groaning, biting his gorgeous lips as his hips bucked and swayed.

  Afterward they lay together on the bed, like any other lovers, bodies twined together. And for the first time in his existence as either vampire or human Rogue felt as if he had finally come home.

  Ramsey turned to Rogue, kissed his lovely, wicked mouth. Lord, how he loved him.

  How he would love to love him again.

  His cock stirred.

  “Rogue.”

  “Sir?” Rogue actually batted his long golden lashes at him.

  “You don’t have to call me that any longer. I won’t ask it of you again.”

  “I might like it if you did.”

  He laughed. “Still cheeky as ever, I see.”

  “Always. Would you like another go between my cheeks, love? I can see you’re ready. Or between my lips? I would love to taste you.”

  “Such decisions—decisions one should never have to make.”

  “Then let me decide for you,” Rogue said, getting up on his knees and bending over him.

  There was a knock at the door to his rooms. Their rooms now.

  If he would stay.

  A sharp twist in his chest.

  “What is it?” he called out.

  “Ramsey, there is news—urgent news,” came Aleron’s familiar voice, and he knew at once it was a serious matter.

  “Enter, my friend,” he said, sitting up.

  He glanced at Rogue, but he only looked at Aleron curiously as he entered the room.

  “What have you learned?” Ramsey asked.

  Aleron didn’t even pause at Rogue’s presence during Council business, which was exactly as it should be. If Rogue agreed he would announce him as his partner—in life, in his seat on the Council.

  “There has been another Daywalker sighting. Or, I should say several.”

  “Several? They have been so sparse as to be unverified until I saw the one in Rogue’s blood memory. And now you tell me several? Can this be confirmed?”

  Aleron stepped closer. “It was Storm himself who saw them.”

  “How many?”

  “Many. Hundreds. Even thousands, perhaps.” Aleron ran a hand through his hair, his expression hard with concern. “He went below ground and found their enclave. And if what Storm thought he heard is accurate, it appears they are readying for a war.”

  Ramsey reached for Rogue’s hand. Not now. Not when he had found some happiness in this difficult world. But Rogue also gave him something to fight for.

  “If these creatures want a war, then they shall have one.”

  With a growl he rose to his feet.

  “Julian!” he called. “Gather the Council!”

  “They have already been called,” Aleron told him.

  Rogue was at his side in a flash. “Ramsey,” he said, his tone harsh. Then, when Ramsey didn’t turn to him quickly enough Rogue grasped his face in his hands. “I am with you. With you. Do you understand?”

  He saw the love there, shining in his brilliant eyes. The fierce protectiveness. And loved him even more for it.

  Aleron laid a hand on each of their shoulders. “We stand together.”

  There was to be battle ahead. None of them knew what to expect. Perhaps this was to be the true battle, the one that ended the world. But at least he’d had this much. A loyal friend. An unexpected love. A love that would transcend any war.

  He pulled them both in close.

  “Together,” he declared, the word an oath on his lips.

  About Eden Bradley

  Best-selling and award-winning author Eden Bradley, who also writes as Eve Berlin, has published a number of novels and novellas, both print and e-books, with Bantam, Berkley Heat, Harlequin Spice & HQN, Samhain Publishing and Black Lace, as well as several self-published novellas. Several of her books have been translated into German, French, Romanian, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese and Czech. Her BDSM novel THE DARK GARDEN will appear as a graphic novel in Japan in 2013, and her novel FORBIDDEN FRUIT was profiled in Cosmopolitan magazine. Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio and conducts workshops on writing craft and writing about sex. A psychology major, she's fascinated with how the human mind responds to intimacy, especially when sex and romance collide.

  When not writing, you can find her wandering museums, buying shoes, and reading everything she can get her hands on.

  Visit her websites: EdenBradley.com EveBerlin.com or her group blog Smutketeers.com.

  Other Titles from Eden Bradley

  Now Available from Samhain Publis
hing:

  Tempt Me Twice

  Midnight Playground Series

  Ever: The Turning

  The Seeking Kiss

  Bloodsong

  The Turning Kiss

  Eversong

  Celestial Seductions Series

  Winter Solstice

  Spring Equinox

  Summer Solstice

  Wasteland Continuity Series

  The Breeder

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  The Dark Garden

  The Darker Side of Pleasure

  Exotica: Seven Days of Kama Sutra, Nine Days of Arabian Nights

  Hot Nights, Dark Desires

  Forbidden Fruit

  A 21st Century Courtesan

  The Beauty of Surrender

  Now Available from Harlequin Spice:

  Soul Strangers

  The Lovers

  Naughty Bits (anthology)

  Night Moves

  Fallen Angel

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  Written as Eve Berlin

  Now Available from Berkley Heat:

  Pleasure’s Edge

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  Bonus Excerpt: THE SEEKING KISS

  Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough…

  Midnight Playground, Book One

  London 2069

  For as long as Nissa has known about Midnight Playground, the most exclusive of a world-wide network of vampire sex clubs, she has yearned to gain entrance—and to become one of them. Orphaned and alone from a young age, she has nothing to lose and nothing to stop her from indulging in her darkest fantasies.

  Hex and his maker, Aleron, have enjoyed many play partners at the club and have often shared in the euphoria of the Seeking Kiss, that sensual blood exchange between vampires and their lovers. But Nissa’s beauty, intelligence and strength is a siren call he can’t resist.. His desire for her and her willingness to let herself be drawn by their mental pull compels Hex to consider offering to her something he’s never given another mortal– the treasured Turning Kiss.

  The beautiful vampire pair entice Nissa into an intimate sexual realm beyond her wildest dreams—and she revels in it. But when she finds herself falling for one of the powerful duo, it could mean the end of her deepest fantasies. Or a new beginning she never dared to imagine…

  EXCERPT:

  When she found another parted curtain she knew this was where she was meant to stop. What did that mean? But she didn’t have time to think about it. She could hear quiet moans coming from inside, making her shiver all over. And as she approached the doorway, the scent that came to her was earthy, dark. Pure sex. When she looked in, her heart stuttered.

  Two males, vampires both, twined together, standing naked in the small room. One tall, well over six feet, with short spiky hair in such a pale shade of platinum blond it appeared almost white. His skin was as milky as the marble panels on the walls and looked just as hard and smooth. He had long, lean muscles, his thighs strong, the curve of his buttocks and back a flawless flow of lines. His mouth was on the throat of his partner, working, sucking, one hand on the other male’s back, holding him close, the other hand behind his dark head.

  And the dark one…

  He was the one she’d seen downstairs in the main room, that midnight stare that went right through her. She could only see his profile, his full lips parted in ecstasy, but she knew it was him.

  He was all hard-packed muscle beneath naked skin, gold and gleaming and so incredibly beautiful just looking at him made her breath catch in her throat. His hand was between the taller man’s thighs, his fingers stroking his partner’s long, hard cock.

  Oh God…

  Desire lanced into her body, a hard shock of it like lightning, like fire. She was shaking. The tall one drew his mouth from the dark one’s throat, leaving a small smear of blood that ran in a tiny rivulet over his collarbone and down his broad chest, bright scarlet against that golden skin. Nissa licked her lips.

  Yes, to have my own mouth there. To have them do those things to me…

  The tall one turned the other in his arms and pulled his muscular body in close, broad bronzed back to his angular, pale chest. With one hand he stroked slowly down his back, then using his sharp nails, he punctured the skin at the edge of one shoulder blade. Nissa heard a sharp hiss from the dark one, but she knew it was in pleasure, not pain. The blond leaned in and licked at the droplets of blood, and they both moaned, a low hum in the back of their throats. Her body was weak with desire, warm, her pussy soaking wet and aching. She squeezed her thighs together, but it didn’t help. And she was held there, enraptured, unable to turn away.

  The tall one slid his palm over that lovely golden skin, down and down, until he reached the smooth curve of his buttocks. He slipped a hand in between them and the dark one tensed for a moment, then his hips surged back, angling so that Nissa could see his hard golden cock, not as long as the tall blonde’s, but thick, the head dark purple. She licked her lips.

  Have to touch him, to take him in my mouth. Yes…

  As she watched, enthralled, the blond lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. His eyes were a piercing, shocking blue, with large black pupils, and she saw in them the depth and knowledge of centuries. It was as much a shock as the keen desire knifing into her system. And as she stared, fascinated, he parted the younger vampire’s buttocks and thrust his cock in.

  The dark one cried out, his head thrown back, his neck corded. And Nissa felt it as though her own body had been impaled. She was shivering with pleasure, the pulsebeat between her damp thighs nearly unbearable, and the tall one watched her still, his blue gaze unwavering on her face. When he began to pump his hips, the dark beauty pushing back against him, she swore she felt a stirring deep in her body, a ghost of sensation, too powerful to deny. With a shock, she felt that long, marble pale cock pushing into her pussy, feeding her desire. Stronger and stronger as she watched them together, watched them fucking in some beautiful and purely animal way. She grasped the edge of the doorway next to her, her fingers twisting in the heavy curtain.

  Their bodies were perfect, unbelievable. And as pale flesh came down upon golden muscle, she began to shake, desire rising in one hot wave after another. She watched them both, but even with the blond one’s gaze on hers, she silently prayed for the dark one to turn to her.

  See me…

  He lifted his head then, one hand reaching back to grasp the tall one’s thigh. His head angled and his dark gaze landed on her face.

  Another shock, pure pleasure, like a wall coming down on her. And all at once she could feel that lovely cock thrusting into her pussy and ass at the same time, and she realized they were inside her head somehow, that they were feeding her sensation in some inexplicable way, and sharing with her their own.

  The blond one held out his hand.

  “We’ve been waiting for you, Nissa.”

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  Excerpted from The Seeking Kiss by Eden Bradley Copyright © 2010 by Eden Bradley. Excerpted by permission of Samhain Publishing. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Bonus Excerpt: BLOODSONG

  An ancient vampire, an ancient grief…a love that makes his blood sing…

  Midnight Playground, Book Two

  London, 2069

  Aleron is ancient, powerful, immortal…a vampire who idles away his time playing at his favorite haunt, Midnight Playground. His favorite toys: beautiful young men. His game: BDSM, experiencing through the minds of his partners the sensations he can no longer quite feel himself.

  The one thing he has vowed to avoid at all costs is love, especially for a woman. In a hundred years he has never been
tempted to break that vow—until a lovely mortal woman enters his dungeon to watch him play. And his blood hums the ancient song of long-forgotten desire.

  Raised in the Indian slums of London, exotic dancer Meeraj enters Midnight Playground a woman with nothing left to lose, numb to all but the most extreme forms of stimulation. As she watches Aleron’s blood play, she knows only his razor-sharp skills will satisfy. And she catches an odd mental glimpse of the grief that shadows his heart.

  From their first touch, they are caught up in a whirlwind of exquisite agony that releases their emotions from the weight of the past. Exposing them to risks they’ve both fought to avoid. Love…and loss.

  EXCERPT:

  Aleron stood, looking at her. She was stunning, this woman. This mortal woman who had somehow managed to get inside his head without him inviting her. Who had managed, in all her mortal simplicity, to make his blood sing.

  It shouldn’t be possible. The Bloodsong that was the vampiric response to pain play only ever happened between vampires. Never in his three hundred years had this happened to him. Not with a human. And he knew it was her, not Calam, who had caused it. It was her response, the intensity of their mental connection, made the instant he’d seen her, that had his blood humming in his veins.