by Storm Savage
“Oh yesss…” Ciara sighed, then began thrusting against their faces until her head dropped back and her body shook. “That’s it boys, make me come harder…yes, yes, yes!”
Angel felt her cheeks grow hot with blush. She and Savaant were the only two not engaging in sexual intercourse. She looked up at him sprawled on the love sack seemingly unfazed by the group sex taking place a few feet away.
“Am I holding you back?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “Like Sage said, I used to play. I prefer to have my woman in private now. No need to give Blade a look at my most precious find.”
With a contented sigh, she snuggled in beside him and turned her attention toward the movie.
Hours later Blade stood up, set his drink at the bar, then buckled into his seat. “We’ll be landing soon.”
Everyone followed his lead and buckled themselves in.
“That was a bloody good flight,” he boasted as the plane touched down. “Too bad you didn’t join in, Angel.”
“Sorry but it’s just not my style.” She didn’t care what he thought and wasn’t sure what she thought of him at this point.
The six of them had carried on during the entire flight. She’d snuck a couple more glances and noticed that Blade seemed to dominate. He’d fucked all three women and given them each what looked like intense oral sex.
“When is the big night?” Blade asked out of the blue as they were exiting the plane.
“When she’s ready,” Savaant said glancing back, looking very nonchalant.
“No need to rush.” Blade placed a hand on her shoulder. “Let her enjoy the island and its perks before sealing her to a life of monogamy.”
Savaant pushed Blade’s hand away, then wrapped his arm around her. “I’ll decide when my woman is ready.”
Blade gave her a once over. “What’s with the clothes? I thought you auctioned those old rags off for charity.”
Savaant hedged the question, indicating that he was honing in. Blade had been lurking for information on how to find her—keeping a watchful eye in hope of sneaking under his radar once the elusive woman came along
“Time to unpack, we’re home.” Savaant refused to let him find inroads.
The two men briefly stared each other down. He tried to steal Savaant’s thoughts but had no luck. Savaant smirked before walking away with Angel on his arm.
He was on high alert and Blade realized he’d have a tough time getting close enough to Angel for a stolen taste of her blood—and maybe something else if circumstance fell to his favor. He was no fool, though, and recognized Savaant’s deliberate intent to draw attention away from the clothes.
Blade knew that whatever he’d used to find her would serve to protect their bond until the consummation celebration.
Obviously Angel already possessed a high level of energy by the way Sage had been drawn to her. His number one girlfriend rarely warmed up to other women with such ease. She cracked the whip on Dunalino as the most dominant woman there.
Sage’s open invitation for her to join them had taken him by surprise. Angel already exhibited the incredible sensuality rumored to exist in the chosen one—a sexual force so commanding that she would literally become filled with the fire of potency when giving her bite, allowing her to reign with the most influential man on Dunalino.
Women would fawn over her, and men would drool just to touch her.
Blade desperately wanted to be the man who stole Savaant’s power—and his Senhora Do Sangue—or Lady of the Blood as more commonly known by islanders. Having been the front man of their famous rock band for thirty-some years, he’d never been able to accept Savaant’s alpha male status as dictated by Nahtosha.
Strange as it was and knowing that Savaant’s fate had been worse than his own, his obsession to maintain favor with the ladies overrode reason. His body throbbed with the need to be the man who would own the woman strong enough to become the First Lady of the Blood.
His ego simply refused to allow another man best him in anything. Blade pondered how to sneak Angel away long enough to bite her and take what he wanted more than anything—ultimate power. He fully believed that if he could get to her, she would be compelled by the power of her blood to accept the strongest male.
Surely Nahtosha’s prodigy will accept nothing less than absolute supremacy. He must’ve used the clothes somehow. Why else would she be wearing them?
Blade knew he’d seen them up for auction yet had a hard time believing that Savaant would use something this obvious. Still, Angel seemed strangely at ease in a pair of men’s white jeans and a frayed vest.
Once she took Savaant’s blood into her soul during the sacred ceremony, their force would be sealed for all time. No man would be able to take it. All the sensuality harnessed in her soul would belong to Savaant alone. And likewise, by agreeing to bite him, she was willingly joining herself to him—heart, soul and blood for eternity.
Blade inwardly cringed as he finished hauling the last of his belongings from the cargo hold. No! No way is Savaant going to outdo me.
Chapter Two
Angel immediately sensed eyes upon her as she strolled with the band from the runway onto the main grounds. Subconsciously her fingers twisted the ends of a long tendril in nervous anticipation while she did a visual scan of her new surroundings.
Clear blue water stretched for miles beyond a white sandy beach. Morning sunlight from a vivid blue sky cast a luminous sparkle on the cresting waves as they tumbled ashore. They had been on the plane all night. Her first close encounter with those she hoped would be her new friends had been at the least, enlightening.
Lush green tropical foliage grew abundantly as far as she could see. Some trees bore colorful fruit, others beautiful flowers. The clean scent of salt air and flowers wafted over her. She drew a deep breath to still her nervous tension. Extravagant villas had been built in a spacious row about a hundred feet inland all the way down the shoreline. Dunalino is absolutely beautiful!
Savaant removed his boots. “C’mon, my love. Let me show you around before going to the villa. I’ve missed the island sand and smell of the ocean.”
“You must’ve been very good with finances to afford all this,” she said, following his lead and kicking off her shoes.
He led her from the airstrip toward the lovely houses. “I am more conservative than most of my friends. I’ve never been one to fritter my wealth away on meaningless ventures. I must say this is the happiest day I’ve had so far since buying Dunalino.”
“Why is that?”
He gave her an incredulous look. “Do you even have to ask? I finally have you here. Tonight we’ll enjoy a private party to unwind so you can get better acquainted with the others. They get a bit crazy on the plane. When your strength has peaked, I will invite you to bite me and seal our love for all time.”
Angel felt somewhat uneasy over a party so soon. “Will I be expected to join in the group sex?”
“Never, my sweet.” He laughed lightly. “Nobody is pushed to do anything they don’t want with the two exceptions Kacie mentioned of course. And even at that it’s still a choice. We are so far away from civilization that there are no laws here. We’ve only one major rule on my island—no violence. Anyone caught hurting or threatening another is given a one-way ticket off Dunalino.”
“What did Blade mean by insinuating I wouldn’t last here if the island is so peaceful? He’d questioned how I’d hold up on Dunalino that night I met him for the first time in the restaurant.”
“The love-bites,” he said with a spirited wink. “Remember I’d told you that the men will be seeking to taste your blood? To try and steal you away from me?”
She nodded.
“There is a strong sexual aura here because of what we have become. When Blade saw your neck, he knew you were my chosen one. He’s no fool and I’m sure he is already racking his brain for a way to get to you.”
“Why Blade? He has Sage. She’s so beautiful and sweet.�
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“Power hungry. He wants to taste the force flowing through your veins. Haven’t you noticed, Angel, the effect you’ve had on men since my first bite? Trey, Nick and even the coppers had been at your beck and call.”
“Well…I assumed it was because I’m with you. Everyone is drawn to fame, wealth and power.”
“Baby, you’re too sweet. Trey couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. Once you received me and my bite…your sensuality increased daily. All the men on Dunalino will want you. That’s another part of the trials on this island.”
“Oh.” She took a moment to think over his words. “That’s another reason you chose these clothes then. So I can wear your protection.”
“You’re quick.” He gave her an adoring smile. “I do believe we’ve been traveling the same wave length for a very long time.”
She snuggled against him as they strolled barefoot along the beach. He looked amazing as always, still wearing the sleeveless black shirt and black leather jeans. She rested her head in the curve beneath his arm as it lay over her shoulders. He was already sweating lightly from the sun beaming down and his inviting scent swirled around her.
“I’ve loved you for so long, Savaant. I can’t remember loving anyone else. Each night before bed I imagined what it would feel like to be in your arms, to kiss your lips, or to hear your sweet voice speak my name. Over and over I replayed the visions as I drifted off to sleep. When you put your clothes up for auction I didn’t have to decide what to do. I knew instantly which pieces I wanted and that I had to win.”
He stopped and pulled her close. “Your sincerity touches me deeply. Once our love is sealed by your bite on my neck, the Dunalino males will back down. Your sensuality will be irresistible but different than the typical female. Others will draw near you simply to feel the new fire burning in your soul.”
“Sounds a little scary.”
“You’ll be totally hot, babe. Hotter than you are now.” He gave her a wink. “Everywhere you go, men and women alike will long to touch you.”
“Like they want to touch you? Have you any idea how many women dream of just touching you?”
He smiled that easy smile of his, revealing his modest side. “The perks of life as a rock star. If I wasn’t famous they’d probably pass me by on the street without a glance.”
“I wouldn’t.” She reached up and touched his face. “I’d love you anyway…rock star or not.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I love everything about you, especially your voice. The way you sing and speak goes straight to my heart. Even when you’re my fierce protector I can feel the gentleness of your soul. You are a perfect blend of sweet and dangerous…both of which I adore.”
“Angel, you’ve become my inspiration. I’m so lucky to have found you.”
Something about Dunalino Island had made her feel free to speak openly. All the inhibitions and silly insecurities she carried through thirty years of marriage fell away as she stood with Savaant in his domain. Nothing pretentious, no need to put on airs to impress snobby aristocrats. No walls decorated with priceless art holding her captive.
The only thing holding her now was the deep love in her heart for this amazing man whose power was not superficial. Unlike her rich late husband, Savaant’s dominating strength came from within. He didn’t need to buy loyalty. His natural charisma attracted people to him of their own accord.
She felt unbelievably safe with him despite what a dangerous man he could be. “I feel like the lucky one.”
He lowered his head, gently touching his lips to hers. “Mm, sweet.” Easing back just a bit, he traced her mouth with the tip of his tongue, then invited her to do the same. “Baby,” he whispered against her lips. “Make love to me.”
She gazed into his half-closed eyes for a breathtaking moment before following him a short distance to a soft area of rock-free sand. Burying her toes in the sand, she turned toward the ocean and gazed out over the rolling water. Waves lapped the ground, making it feel like velvet to the touch.
Turning around, she found Savaant standing right behind her with a look of smoldering desire painted on his face. He looked utterly irresistible with his layered blond hair windblown by the sea breeze. She let her gaze drift over his body—long, lean and muscular with tanned well-toned arms and powerfully built long legs.
Slowly her eyes took him in as her gaze moved back up to his striking blue eyes. Yes, he definitely stole her breath away. Her stomach filled with excited flutters.
While locked in a heated gaze, her hands glided over his broad chest to the zipper of his shirt. Slowly, she slid the silver metal piece all the way down until her hands brushed the hard bulge protruding against his leather pants. He sucked in a quick breath as she covered his sweat-beaded chest with kisses while pushing the satiny shirt off his broad shoulders.
“I want to taste you…” She breathed out the words.
Easing onto her knees in the sand with waves gently washing over her calves and feet, her lips and tongue continued working their way down over his rippling abs. She continued her sensual trek downward over his sexy navel, then to the soft love trail disappearing below the waistline of his pants. In a relaxed manner she unbuttoned his leather jeans, kissing his lower stomach with intense affection. With a delicate touch she released his impressive erection.
A stiff sea breeze lifted her hair, tossing it in wild strands of sun-kissed gold around her pretty face. She stared up at him with enchanting eyes, as deep as the ocean and filled with wild love.
Savaant sighed heavily, sliding his hands into the thick of her hair, watching through heavy eyes as she took his cock between her soft lips. Dainty hands gripped the back of his thighs, slowly pulling his groin to her face. She sucked his entire length down her throat.
“Baby, baby…” he groaned, clenching his jaw as the sexual tension rapidly mounted.
Her desire to please enthralled him.
Bloody hell, this woman is unreal. She’s going to fucking deep throat me!
The sight of her on her knees—barefoot in the sand with the ocean zephyr tossing her golden hair—giving him the most mind-blowing head he’d ever received was purely intoxicating. This was quite unexpected. Her appetite grew more voracious with every passing moment. When she gazed up with those sultry blue eyes while lavishing him with hot desire, he nearly exploded right then. Everything she did was loaded with such unadulterated passion that it made each experience with her feel like his first time, too.
His body shuddered, forcing another deep groan from his chest and small spurts of semen from his throbbing cock. Every time the sensitive head of his sex rolled over her tongue a deeper sensation of ecstasy engulfed him. The urge to fully explode in her hot, sweet mouth intensified.
She’d aroused him immensely and he knew his load would be heavy and long. He fought it back and resisted pumping his engorged cock against her —unsure if she’d ever taken a man’s full release orally.
The mystical aura surrounding this beautiful woman made him feel as if he’d never known any other female except for her. What they shared had grown into a supernatural bond unlike anything he’d ever dreamed possible.
Her acts of love quickly took him higher until his body quivered for release, hovering on the brink of what promised to be one hell of a climax.
“Mon Coeur,” he murmured, tenderly lifting her into a loving embrace before losing self-control. “You are exceptionally sweet to love me like you do. Now let me please you as I should.”
“I get tingly inside when you call me that.” His French term of endearment, my heart, rolled of his tongue in seductive fashion. Everything about him was smooth and utterly sensual. Her eyes met his. “I enjoy exploring your body. I want to please you…taste you.”
“Mm… I love hearing you say that, and you please me in ways I cannot describe.” His lips bit lightly at her earlobe. “So much so that I’m about to lose control.”
Strong hands swept up her bac
k, pressing their bodies together. She felt her body tense when his teeth found their spot. Then the welcome rush of heat and pain flooded her soul, merged with indescribable pleasure. His bite was shorter this time, indicative of his heightened state of arousal. Within minutes they sank into the wet sand completely undressed, tangled around each other—skin on skin.
“Sav…” She gasped as he filled her with his impressively erect cock. Clearly she had excited him to a new level, which pleased her. His cock felt enormously swollen and ready to explode. Soft grunting filled her ears as he thrust into her hard and fast with an urgency she hadn’t felt from him before. Her hips rose and fell to match his pace. His sex was so deeply joined with hers that she felt as one with him in that very moment.
Within minutes her arousal peaked, sending the welcome spasms through her body. Her sex contracted around his pulsing cock just as he began to come. They gasped at once, succumbing to a staggering orgasm together.
As always he’d left her breathless. The thrill of making love to him achieved a greater height of passion each time they joined.
He sucked in a sharp breath as his body shuddered with release, spilling liquid heat into her depths. Their cheeks brushed intimately. Her hair mingled in sweat-soaked strands with his. Their lips met as wickedly hot spasms seized their trembling bodies before they collapsed into each other’s arms.
“Baby…” His voice was soft and low, his breathing erratic. “My love, you are incredible.”
Angel nestled into his embrace, basking in the glorious afterglow of the most untainted passion she’d ever experienced. No awkwardness. Nothing kinky or dirty, simply making beautiful, deeply physical love on a heavenly beach with the man of her dreams.
Chapter Three
Following their wildly intimate joining on the beach, Savaant had taken her back to his villa to settle in. They spent the day relaxing while she shook off jet lag. By evening Angel felt well rested and ready to go out.