and considered trying to satisfy herself, but she already knew it was a quick fix that wouldn't last. All it would take was one thought of her dream lover and she would be right back in the same situation of frustrated lust.
Unfortunately, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He seemed to be with her constantly, both irritating and stimulating her.
Sasha knew instinctively that it was her vampire mate. She had known she was the mate of a vampire since the mark had appeared on her hip around her eighteenth birthday, which had been ten years ago.
Shocked, appalled and disgusted, she had never mentioned it to anyone.
A mage with a vampire? It was a taboo. The mage hated the vampires and to mate with one would get her nothing but ostracized from her fellow mages forever. Her parents were both mage as was her sister, Regan. Vampires were blood drinkers, barbarians that took their mates by force. None of her family or mage friends would accept her vampire mate. Hell...she didn't want a vampire mate. Who wanted to be mated with a domineering, overbearing savage?
Sasha rolled out of bed and grabbed some clean clothes as she headed toward the shower. She would shake this off and get to work. She and her sister Regan were business partners in their jewelry business. Sasha did the designs and Regan did most of the intricate work of putting everything together. Their pieces were sought after and it kept them both very busy and brought in a good income.
Call for me and I will make you come until you beg for mercy.
Sasha shivered as she pulled her soaked nightshirt over her head in the bathroom. She could still hear his "pure sex" baritone whispering to her.
If the man in her wet dreams was her mate...he had a body made for sin and a voice that could almost arouse a woman to climax with just his words.
Disgusted with herself, Sasha turned on the water, making it as cold as it could get without causing her hypothermia.
*****
Nathan Hale had woken up from his day sleep in a bad mood that had just seemed to continue through the rest of the evening as he roamed the city. His rest had been disturbed by images and dreams that rarely invaded the day sleep of vampires. It made him edgy and uneasy.
His brother Liam was busy with a healing and Nathan had left his other two brothers behind, using the excuse that there wasn't much to do but patrol for the fallen. There had been no reported sightings.
He was hunting alone tonight and although he didn't mind roaming for fallen vampires to kill by himself, his brother's "love fest" was getting on his nerves. Ethan and Rory were getting careless, so engrossed with their love and lust for their mates that they missed the little things that could get them killed. He wasn't sure he wanted either of them on the streets right now. Maybe once they got over their rapture honeymoon phase they could finally go back out with him to dust the fallen. In the meantime...they were acting just plain stupid.
Nathan shook his head as he cruised one of the lower class areas of Denver, wondering how any vampire could act so witless over a woman. He liked Brianna and Callie well enough, but it was as if finding their mates had lowered Ethan and Rory's IQ by at least forty points. If finding a mate made a vampire into a total idiot, he was damn glad he had never found his own mate.
Chances were that he never would. At over six hundred years old, his time had passed. He hadn't felt sexual desire for over five hundred years and probably wouldn't know what to do anymore if he did. He wasn't sure if the loneliness and yearning ever went away, but he tried to bury it.
Most of it was covered by hatred for the fallen. His main mission in his eternal life was to grind every fallen into dust that would blow harmlessly away in a strong breeze. They had killed
Unfortunately, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He seemed to be with her constantly, both irritating and stimulating her.
Sasha knew instinctively that it was her vampire mate. She had known she was the mate of a vampire since the mark had appeared on her hip around her eighteenth birthday, which had been ten years ago.
Shocked, appalled and disgusted, she had never mentioned it to anyone.
A mage with a vampire? It was a taboo. The mage hated the vampires and to mate with one would get her nothing but ostracized from her fellow mages forever. Her parents were both mage as was her sister, Regan. Vampires were blood drinkers, barbarians that took their mates by force. None of her family or mage friends would accept her vampire mate. Hell...she didn't want a vampire mate. Who wanted to be mated with a domineering, overbearing savage?
Sasha rolled out of bed and grabbed some clean clothes as she headed toward the shower. She would shake this off and get to work. She and her sister Regan were business partners in their jewelry business. Sasha did the designs and Regan did most of the intricate work of putting everything together. Their pieces were sought after and it kept them both very busy and brought in a good income.
Call for me and I will make you come until you beg for mercy.
Sasha shivered as she pulled her soaked nightshirt over her head in the bathroom. She could still hear his "pure sex" baritone whispering to her.
If the man in her wet dreams was her mate...he had a body made for sin and a voice that could almost arouse a woman to climax with just his words.
Disgusted with herself, Sasha turned on the water, making it as cold as it could get without causing her hypothermia.
*****
Nathan Hale had woken up from his day sleep in a bad mood that had just seemed to continue through the rest of the evening as he roamed the city. His rest had been disturbed by images and dreams that rarely invaded the day sleep of vampires. It made him edgy and uneasy.
His brother Liam was busy with a healing and Nathan had left his other two brothers behind, using the excuse that there wasn't much to do but patrol for the fallen. There had been no reported sightings.
He was hunting alone tonight and although he didn't mind roaming for fallen vampires to kill by himself, his brother's "love fest" was getting on his nerves. Ethan and Rory were getting careless, so engrossed with their love and lust for their mates that they missed the little things that could get them killed. He wasn't sure he wanted either of them on the streets right now. Maybe once they got over their rapture honeymoon phase they could finally go back out with him to dust the fallen. In the meantime...they were acting just plain stupid.
Nathan shook his head as he cruised one of the lower class areas of Denver, wondering how any vampire could act so witless over a woman. He liked Brianna and Callie well enough, but it was as if finding their mates had lowered Ethan and Rory's IQ by at least forty points. If finding a mate made a vampire into a total idiot, he was damn glad he had never found his own mate.
Chances were that he never would. At over six hundred years old, his time had passed. He hadn't felt sexual desire for over five hundred years and probably wouldn't know what to do anymore if he did. He wasn't sure if the loneliness and yearning ever went away, but he tried to bury it.
Most of it was covered by hatred for the fallen. His main mission in his eternal life was to grind every fallen into dust that would blow harmlessly away in a strong breeze. They had killed
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