Vampire: Desire of Blood (Desires of Blood Book 1) by Ethan Radcliff Page A

his well-formed chest rippled with his movement as he grabbed her robe and threw it at her watching her giggle at his actions. “Christ Beth Ann, I don’t give a fuck if you walk around naked all day. I told you I would be spending the day in bed with you. Where the hell are you going anyway?” he said as he watched her slip the robe over her ample breasts.
    “Baby I need to visit the little girl’s room. Sorry that you don’t need to do this as often as I do. Actually, do you ever do this? I mean go the bathroom,” Beth Ann asked, standing in front of the bathroom door crossing her ankles attempting to stave off the fact that she had to pee.
    He laughed a hearty deep laugh, which vibrated and echoed through the room. “Yeah, but not as often as you humans. A steady diet of blood has its advantages. Not being human has its advantages,” Royce said lying down on the fresh white sheets as he put his hands behind his head.
    Beth Ann smiled coyly and shut the door to the bathroom. Royce closed his eyes and stretched his large body out on the bed, his movements more feline than the swift sporadic vampire ones he used on duty. He felt his fangs with his tongue. His fangs hadn’t receded at all since he arrived at her apartment. Probably because being around Beth Ann kept him in a constant state of arousal. He grinned, knowing he must be a sight as his fangs lapped over his bottom lip.
    Beth Ann was like a drug to him. She was pretty, average height, auburn hair and a body that just wouldn’t quit. Her breasts were full, her waist small, her hips and ass ample. She was a voluptuous woman, by some standards a bit too meaty. Royce loved a woman he could sink his teeth into, literally.
    A playful yawn escaped his lips fatigue was a state he never had to deal with, vampires never tired. He was over one thousand years old, but he didn’t look a day over forty. His hair was dark, thick, wavy and his smooth skin olive in tone. There was a hint of his Moor heritage visible in his full sensuous lips and his straight perfect nose was an undeniable reference to his Greek genes. The most unusual of his features were his eyes. They were astounding with their natural green flecks and golden highlights which deepened to amber when he was hungry, excited or in need of sexual satisfaction.
    Royce Bellamy had another unusual feature. He was a cop and he was part of an elite force with the NYPD. He worked the graveyard shift, taking down horrendous criminals with ease. During the day, he slept, but it’s not like he had to, he was a day-lighter, a rare breed. Royce could walk in the sunlight. It took years of exposure to bring him to that point in his evolution.
    He was by any standards a real deadly machine, a weapon like no other. He also was part of a sector of vampires, which had given up destroying humans. The sector existed for over two hundred years but there still lurked in the shadows outlaw vampires who preyed on the weak and helpless of both species. Royce used his powers for aiding what was good in the world and that meant helping his distant brethren humans. He had his share of more than willing blood hosts, most of them female and a few males. Royce’s soul was dark, but not black, he’d given up his true vampire ways centuries before. When he hunted, what he tried to find wasn’t as noble as he was. He hunted vampires, ones that couldn’t let go of the old ways and new ones who didn’t have control or anyone to guide them into a new confusing world of the undead . On the other hand, some referred to it as, the new life .
    He hunted shape shifters, the wayward ones who had no control over themselves and their ability to shift under some semblance of control. There was nothing deadlier than a shape shifter gone haywire. Then there were the seers, witches, and warlocks. Yes, magic did exist and it was pure bedlam in the hands of the wrong master of the dark arts. Those people gave him a run for his money. The magic aspect