empty.
Meaningless.
Bending his head, he dragged the edges of his fangs along the pronounced line of her collarbone. She was rail thin, her body lacking the comforting curves he preferred. She sighed and dropped her head to the side. Slipped her fingers through his hair to hold him close as he continued his travels, shifting to where her pulse beat rapidly, powerfully, beneath the sensitive points of his fangs.
“Bite me, Adrian. Please,” she keened, and he could no longer keep the animal in check.
He sank his fangs deep and the rich metallic taste of her blood, spiced with her passion and redolent with life, filled his senses. He drank deeply, pulling at her skin with his mouth until her body shivered beneath his and a hesitant breath escaped her.
Ripping himself away before he took too much, he gently urged her down against the mattress. Her eyes were dilated and slightly unfocused, but the passion of the bite was there in the flush of color along her skin. Although she seemed slightly dazed, it didn’t stop her from reaching up and grasping her nipples with her fingers. Tweaking them and shifting her hips to admonish him to finish what he had started.
He rocked his hips back and then drove forward, dragging a gasp of pleasure from her. Closing his eyes, he began that ancient rhythm, spurred on by her soft cries and the energy racing through his body from his feeding.
Over and over he moved, but as he did so, another face filled his vision. Another woman’s name slipped from his lips as his companion’s climax pulled him to his own.
“Eliza,” he called out and dropped down onto the woman beneath him. Thankful that between the bite and her release his companion had passed out. He had no desire for after-sex chit-chat or explaining why someone else had been in his mind and heart as he had been fucking.
If he was lucky, the combination of the bite and her satisfaction would erase the woman’s memory of these last moments. If he was lucky, he thought as he ripped himself away from her limp body and hurried from the room.
A warm bath and another feeding from one of the blood bags in his refrigerator would bring control to the vampire. Hopefully by then his companion would be gone.
Chapter Two
“Your boss is a major dick,” the woman said as she sat on the edge of the bed while she slipped on wickedly dangerous stilettos.
Eliza bit back what she wanted to say, aware that Adrian would not approve. Plastering what she hoped was at least a neutral smile to her face, she said, “Can I get you anything?”
The woman rose from the bed and came to stand before Eliza. Between her natural height and the four-inch heels she wore, she towered over Eliza, who was just inches over five feet. Glaring down at her, she said, “I guess you’re his lap dog? Or should I say his bitch?”
Eliza clenched her fists so tightly, her nails dug tiny crescents into her palms. She wanted nothing more than to punch the vicious and slightly smug look off the other woman’s face, but somehow managed to rein herself in. It was important for Adrian’s guests to leave hale and hearty to avoid any kind of repercussions for his little trysts.
“I’ll show you out,” Eliza said calmly, earning a nearly braying laugh from the statuesque woman.
“What’s the matter? Your boss afraid that I’ll tell him what a lousy fuck he is? I didn’t even come,” the woman whined.
Something inside of Eliza snapped. Her fist was headed for the other woman’s jaw when it was seized in a rock-hard grip.
“Adrian,” she breathed in a surprised gasp as she faced her master.
He smiled at her warmly and dipped his head. “No need to defend my honor, a chuisle .”
My love , she thought, wishing he’d mutter the Irish endearment at a much more intimate moment. Facing last night’s companion and offering a frigid look, he said, “I’m sorry I disappointed.”
The woman’s earlier bravado faded in the face of
Meaningless.
Bending his head, he dragged the edges of his fangs along the pronounced line of her collarbone. She was rail thin, her body lacking the comforting curves he preferred. She sighed and dropped her head to the side. Slipped her fingers through his hair to hold him close as he continued his travels, shifting to where her pulse beat rapidly, powerfully, beneath the sensitive points of his fangs.
“Bite me, Adrian. Please,” she keened, and he could no longer keep the animal in check.
He sank his fangs deep and the rich metallic taste of her blood, spiced with her passion and redolent with life, filled his senses. He drank deeply, pulling at her skin with his mouth until her body shivered beneath his and a hesitant breath escaped her.
Ripping himself away before he took too much, he gently urged her down against the mattress. Her eyes were dilated and slightly unfocused, but the passion of the bite was there in the flush of color along her skin. Although she seemed slightly dazed, it didn’t stop her from reaching up and grasping her nipples with her fingers. Tweaking them and shifting her hips to admonish him to finish what he had started.
He rocked his hips back and then drove forward, dragging a gasp of pleasure from her. Closing his eyes, he began that ancient rhythm, spurred on by her soft cries and the energy racing through his body from his feeding.
Over and over he moved, but as he did so, another face filled his vision. Another woman’s name slipped from his lips as his companion’s climax pulled him to his own.
“Eliza,” he called out and dropped down onto the woman beneath him. Thankful that between the bite and her release his companion had passed out. He had no desire for after-sex chit-chat or explaining why someone else had been in his mind and heart as he had been fucking.
If he was lucky, the combination of the bite and her satisfaction would erase the woman’s memory of these last moments. If he was lucky, he thought as he ripped himself away from her limp body and hurried from the room.
A warm bath and another feeding from one of the blood bags in his refrigerator would bring control to the vampire. Hopefully by then his companion would be gone.
Chapter Two
“Your boss is a major dick,” the woman said as she sat on the edge of the bed while she slipped on wickedly dangerous stilettos.
Eliza bit back what she wanted to say, aware that Adrian would not approve. Plastering what she hoped was at least a neutral smile to her face, she said, “Can I get you anything?”
The woman rose from the bed and came to stand before Eliza. Between her natural height and the four-inch heels she wore, she towered over Eliza, who was just inches over five feet. Glaring down at her, she said, “I guess you’re his lap dog? Or should I say his bitch?”
Eliza clenched her fists so tightly, her nails dug tiny crescents into her palms. She wanted nothing more than to punch the vicious and slightly smug look off the other woman’s face, but somehow managed to rein herself in. It was important for Adrian’s guests to leave hale and hearty to avoid any kind of repercussions for his little trysts.
“I’ll show you out,” Eliza said calmly, earning a nearly braying laugh from the statuesque woman.
“What’s the matter? Your boss afraid that I’ll tell him what a lousy fuck he is? I didn’t even come,” the woman whined.
Something inside of Eliza snapped. Her fist was headed for the other woman’s jaw when it was seized in a rock-hard grip.
“Adrian,” she breathed in a surprised gasp as she faced her master.
He smiled at her warmly and dipped his head. “No need to defend my honor, a chuisle .”
My love , she thought, wishing he’d mutter the Irish endearment at a much more intimate moment. Facing last night’s companion and offering a frigid look, he said, “I’m sorry I disappointed.”
The woman’s earlier bravado faded in the face of
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