Excerpt:
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The most exciting lover he’d known in fifty-plus years on Earth. Lithe yet curvy in all the right places, she had satiny pale skin that reminded him of the finest China silks his importing company stocked for its most discriminating customers. She was his daughter’s cousin-by-marriage. And she was a vampire, queen of her centuries-old clan.
Sam Quill rose early, as was his habit each morning, ready to greet a bright new day. Today, though, he hurried to the French doors that overlooked a courtyard garden and drew the drapes before stepping outside and plucking a creamy gardenia from a nearby bush. He moved to one of the wrought-iron tables and picked up a champagne flute the caterers had apparently missed last night while cleaning up.
Despite the fact much of New Orleans still bore the decimation of last year’s killer hurricane, the reception had gone well. Better than he’d hoped it would when his daughter had told him last month that half the guests would be vampires like her new husband…and herself, now that she’d opted to join Stefan for an eternity in a shadow world Sam still couldn’t quite understand.
Saying goodbye to Julie when the party had wound down had been hard, but Sam couldn’t have asked for a more loving bridegroom for his only child. By this time tomorrow the newlyweds should be settling in at Stefan’s castle on the Normandy coast.
For a minute Sam wondered how Julie’s mother would have felt about Julie giving up mortality to be with her lover. He honestly didn’t know. Though he’d loved Madeleine with all his heart, remembering her now after so many years brought no more than a twinge of regret that she’d died much too young, before they’d had the chance to know each other as well as they knew themselves.
It had been just him and Julie for a quarter-century, and if it weren’t for Stefan’s cousin Alina, Sam imagined he’d feel quite alone. The fact she was staying for a few more days, seemingly eager to explore this thing between them, made him feel young again. Eager to form the sort of emotional connection he’d avoided for so long. And to explore this sexual compulsion that had captured them both from the moment they met.
His cock rose at the prospect of more nights like the one they’d just shared, and he looked forward to showing Alina his world, at least the portion of it that had been left untouched by Hurricane Katrina the previous year. Drawing the gardenia close to his face, he inhaled the rich, sweet fragrance as he crossed his bedroom and laid it on the pillow next to her outstretched hand. As he did, a glint of sunlight off the dagger on the nightstand caught his eye.
Oh, no. Hadn’t he heard somewhere that silver repelled vampires? No. It was silver bullets that supposedly would destroy a vampire while ordinary bullets had no effect at all. Folklore, he told himself. Still he put away the ceremonial silver dagger he kept on the table beside his bed and occasionally used to open mail. The dagger hadn’t seemed to bother Alina when they’d come to bed last night, but he’d take no chances. No way did he want to repel his beautiful vampire lover.
“Good morning, love.” Like a lazy cat, she stretched. “Tell me you’re not rising at this ridiculous hour of the day.” Her voice sounded husky, sexy as hell—almost like a big cat’s purr. “Come to me.”
“My pleasure.” He picked up the flower from the pillow and laid it in her outstretched hand. God but she made him feel good. As if his life were just beginning instead of marching toward its inevitable end. He got as horny as a teenager every time she smiled at him with those gorgeous emerald eyes. After handing her the flower whose fragrance filled the room, Sam slid into bed and drew her into his arms. Sightseeing could wait. He wanted to hold her, feel the satiny smoothness of her cool, pale skin, crush the silken fall of her blonde hair in his fist while they made hot, sweet love.
Alina stroked the length of Sam’s long, hard body, tangling her fingers into the nest of salt-and-pepper curls that cushioned his impressive sex. The scent of the gardenia surrounded them, reminding her that this was sultry New Orleans and they were in the master suite of Sam’s beautiful home in a lush Garden District neighborhood not far from Audubon Park. She loved the heat that emanated from him…a sexual glow she hadn’t experienced for centuries. When he shifted onto his knees and straddled her face, she took his big, rigid cock in her mouth and sucked while he buried his face between her thighs.
“Oh, yes, sweetheart. Like that,” he growled, his warm, damp, very mortal breath tickling her clit and making it swell and harden with greedy anticipation.
He tasted so good, so alive, she wanted to consume him. No. What her body yearned for was for him to take over control, make her submit to his desires. She’d had to be in charge for much too long, for her vampire lovers deferred to her in bed as they followed her in life, never forgetting they’d been having sex with their queen—their mistress.
None of them would have dared bury their hands in her hair, force her to take their cocks deeper, swallow them, taste their essence. But Sam did. And she loved it.
She loved the heat of him, the warmth he brought to her cool flesh. The velvety moisture of his tongue on her clit felt so good when he lapped her there. She wanted more, wanted him to take that nub between his teeth and suck her the way she was sucking his cock. She wanted to feel his tongue in her cunt, tasting her honey, his cock sinking into her every orifice, him taking his pleasure of her in any way he chose.
She sensed he’d provide all that in his own time, at his own pace. The waiting was torture—delicious, tantalizing torture that fed her arousal toward the final goal of her surrender.
Alina closed her eyes. Darkness cloaked her, leaving her dependent on the sounds of Sam’s breathing, the sweet smell of the flower petals crushed beneath her head. The contrasting textures of fine Egyptian cotton sheets against her back and Sam’s hard, lightly furred body above her made her feel pampered, deliciously helpless.
Protected. Oh, yes. Sparks of sensation ignited in her cunt and radiated, heating each nerve as they traveled through. Building…and exploding, over and over. Sensations overwhelmed her. She clamped down on his cock and sucked him harder, surrendering to the ecstasy that came in undulating waves, carrying her to a place she hadn’t been for much too long. He growled against her smooth labia then pulled away.
”Gotta get inside you,” he muttered, whirling around, claiming in one smooth, hard thrust that fed her own orgasm, enhanced it.
Sam gave the best head she’d ever had. He also knew how to wield his big, hard cock. He stretched her, filled her, suffused her body with his mortal heat. Alina twined her legs with his, moved with him toward nirvana, toward the sort of mutual satisfaction she hadn’t found for centuries.
Until last night. Until Sam.
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