remain healthy. Therefore I mustn’t be gone long. In fact, I’m sure they’re both out looking for me already.” She leaned in and nipped at his lower lip with her white teeth. “It’s a good thing you have all that vampiric speed and resilience.”
He was surprised by the sound of his pants unzipping, the only noise in the stillness. He looked down, expecting to find her hand on the zipper and saw only his own. And as if he were watching from outside his body, he saw himself shimmy the leather pants down his legs. He stepped out of them and nudged them aside. His muscles tensed with the inner struggle.
No. I will not willingly be her puppet.
Feeling both excited and angry, he stood, naked and aroused, frantically searching through his centuries of knowledge, looking for anything he could use to break the compulsion.
She sauntered around him, sliding her hands along every surface. “Yum, my dear. I believe humans these days describe someone like you as a hard body . Perfect.”
He groaned, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure, because he knew she would force his need to build until she was ready for him to release, no matter how agonizing for him.
“I see you still have no fondness for undergarments,” she said, with a dark chuckle. “That’s another thing I always appreciated about you: fewer layers to peel off.” She looked around, tapping her finger on her chin. “Let’s make ourselves more comfortable, shall we?”
She flicked her wrist, and suddenly they were inside a candle-lit bedroom. Red and gold brocade covered the walls, which were lined with paintings of Maeve in her various incarnations. She’d gone by many names in different cultures: Aphrodite, Hecate, Artemis, Bast, Freya, Morrigan, Kali, Shakti, among others. A large colorful sculpture of her favorite, the winged goddess Isis, filled half the room. In the center was an expansive bed with a blood-red duvet, turned down in readiness for nocturnal activities.
Though still struggling to resist, Devereux found himself jumping onto the bed and holding his arms out to her. He was ravenous for her body. The result of that interior war made his motions jerky and unnatural.
I feel like a fool, and uncomfortably like a human under vampire control.
She laughed. “Such a warrior. Even though you know better, you still fight me.” She sashayed around the bed, her wicked smile in place, clearly enjoying the view. “You are an exquisite male specimen, Devereux. Beautiful. Those blue-green eyes, that face. Really quite on a par with the minor gods.” She stared at his erection. “Hmmm. Perhaps the major gods.”
Wanting her more than he could endure, he reached out to touch her, but she danced away, laughing, as the intensity of his need grew, until it was so strong he was tempted to take matters into his own hands – but his obsessed, controlled brain wouldn’t let him. Only sex with Maeve would satisfy. Only the feel of her skin against his would relieve the rising tension.
“Maeve, please.” Hating to hear those words coming out of his mouth, but unable to stop himself, he managed to force the last part of his brain that was still under his control to add, “I thought you were in a hurry.” All he could do now was try to speed up the process, get it over with, despite the fact that his body – especially his aching penis – wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his existence having sex with the goddess.
She leaned in and licked her way across his chest, claiming each nipple, sucking greedily as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slid her hand up its length. “You’re right.” She crawled onto the bed, pulled the filmy robe over her head and stretched languidly, giving Devereux an unobstructed view of the body he craved. “Take me,” she mewled.
He made a growling sound and, quick as a snake, grabbed her, gathered her close, and pressed his hungry mouth to hers. He rolled on top and rubbed himself against
He was surprised by the sound of his pants unzipping, the only noise in the stillness. He looked down, expecting to find her hand on the zipper and saw only his own. And as if he were watching from outside his body, he saw himself shimmy the leather pants down his legs. He stepped out of them and nudged them aside. His muscles tensed with the inner struggle.
No. I will not willingly be her puppet.
Feeling both excited and angry, he stood, naked and aroused, frantically searching through his centuries of knowledge, looking for anything he could use to break the compulsion.
She sauntered around him, sliding her hands along every surface. “Yum, my dear. I believe humans these days describe someone like you as a hard body . Perfect.”
He groaned, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure, because he knew she would force his need to build until she was ready for him to release, no matter how agonizing for him.
“I see you still have no fondness for undergarments,” she said, with a dark chuckle. “That’s another thing I always appreciated about you: fewer layers to peel off.” She looked around, tapping her finger on her chin. “Let’s make ourselves more comfortable, shall we?”
She flicked her wrist, and suddenly they were inside a candle-lit bedroom. Red and gold brocade covered the walls, which were lined with paintings of Maeve in her various incarnations. She’d gone by many names in different cultures: Aphrodite, Hecate, Artemis, Bast, Freya, Morrigan, Kali, Shakti, among others. A large colorful sculpture of her favorite, the winged goddess Isis, filled half the room. In the center was an expansive bed with a blood-red duvet, turned down in readiness for nocturnal activities.
Though still struggling to resist, Devereux found himself jumping onto the bed and holding his arms out to her. He was ravenous for her body. The result of that interior war made his motions jerky and unnatural.
I feel like a fool, and uncomfortably like a human under vampire control.
She laughed. “Such a warrior. Even though you know better, you still fight me.” She sashayed around the bed, her wicked smile in place, clearly enjoying the view. “You are an exquisite male specimen, Devereux. Beautiful. Those blue-green eyes, that face. Really quite on a par with the minor gods.” She stared at his erection. “Hmmm. Perhaps the major gods.”
Wanting her more than he could endure, he reached out to touch her, but she danced away, laughing, as the intensity of his need grew, until it was so strong he was tempted to take matters into his own hands – but his obsessed, controlled brain wouldn’t let him. Only sex with Maeve would satisfy. Only the feel of her skin against his would relieve the rising tension.
“Maeve, please.” Hating to hear those words coming out of his mouth, but unable to stop himself, he managed to force the last part of his brain that was still under his control to add, “I thought you were in a hurry.” All he could do now was try to speed up the process, get it over with, despite the fact that his body – especially his aching penis – wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his existence having sex with the goddess.
She leaned in and licked her way across his chest, claiming each nipple, sucking greedily as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slid her hand up its length. “You’re right.” She crawled onto the bed, pulled the filmy robe over her head and stretched languidly, giving Devereux an unobstructed view of the body he craved. “Take me,” she mewled.
He made a growling sound and, quick as a snake, grabbed her, gathered her close, and pressed his hungry mouth to hers. He rolled on top and rubbed himself against
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