her, already moaning in ecstasy, ready to burst.
Almost delirious with lust, they tumbled across the bed, switching positions every few seconds until Maeve ended up straddling him. Finally she impaled herself, and he eagerly began thrusting. They groaned as the orgasmic wave built, and within seconds they both screamed their release. Devereux’s body shook from his staggering surrender and his blood-lust rose.
Crazed, he pulled her down, his fangs pierced the vein in her neck and he sucked, drawing in the unearthly elixir. He was almost certain that drinking her blood in the past was the main reason he attracted so many women. Her blood held magic, and she’d changed him. He didn’t know if it was a good idea to drink more, but he couldn’t help himself.
Appearing blissed out, Maeve wailed, making inhuman noises.
In the midst of the chaos, Devereux thought he heard the sound of men yelling nearby. Assuming it was simply his fevered brain reacting to the supernatural sex, he stopped trying to make sense of it and kept sucking on her neck, before turning his awareness to his erection, which she’d never allowed to deflate.
A loud voice, close to his ear, bellowed, “Stop! Now!”
Devereux jerked his fangs from Maeve’s vein and stilled the lower half of his body, inexplicably in charge of himself again. The tone of the words had sliced through the goddess’s enchantment, and he sobered. Or maybe it had been something about the voices themselves.
“No!” Maeve said, springing upright on Devereux, the holes in her neck already closed, the blood drying. “Not yet. You weren’t supposed to find me for hours. You’ve ruined all my fun. I only had one orgasm – ”
Two large males were standing next to the bed. Both sported togas and golden crowns. One had a shaved head except for a long black braid at the nape of his neck, the other had short, curly brown hair.
“Maeve,” the curly-haired one said, “you promised to choose between the two of us.” He glared at Devereux, his face a mask of disgust. “You swore you would not contaminate yourself with earthly creatures again.”
Ah, Devereux thought. Gods. No wonder their words awakened me.
“Damn!” Maeve climbed off Devereux. She leaned over and kissed his lips. “I’m so sorry, darling. It looks like the parade has been called on account of petulant deities. We’ll talk soon.”
Reaching out her hands to the two gods, she rolled her eyes and sighed. “All right. Let’s go.”
The moment she touched them, all three vanished, the illusion of the bedroom disintegrated, and Devereux found himself lying on the cold, hard ground in front of the castle ruins.
He sat up, and shook his head, savoring the fact that he’d just dodged a potentially lethal bullet.
If I were so inclined, I would say a prayer to those two gods for my deliverance. But since I am not...
Mumbling to himself in the old Druid language he often used, he quickly rose, gathered up his discarded clothing, and dressed. Thanks to the timely arrival of the gods, he’d been saved from the escalating torture Maeve liked to inflict on her “lovers.” Of course, as a vampire, the physical torment never affected him except to keep him in a constant state of arousal, but he still objected to that on several levels.
Truthfully, even in the beginning, before she’d shown her true colors, he’d never really liked Maeve all that much, though he’d been stupidly flattered by her attention, his small brain making the decision to disregard his intuition about the malevolent goddess. Being forced to service her had always been humiliating. And he knew her well enough to be sure he hadn’t seen the last of her.
“Wait until I get my hands on Elliott and Laurence.” His voice echoed through the ruins. He shoved on his boots and brushed dirt off his leather pants. “They were right, though, about my choosing to stop after the first date . I have no intention of following through. I will
Almost delirious with lust, they tumbled across the bed, switching positions every few seconds until Maeve ended up straddling him. Finally she impaled herself, and he eagerly began thrusting. They groaned as the orgasmic wave built, and within seconds they both screamed their release. Devereux’s body shook from his staggering surrender and his blood-lust rose.
Crazed, he pulled her down, his fangs pierced the vein in her neck and he sucked, drawing in the unearthly elixir. He was almost certain that drinking her blood in the past was the main reason he attracted so many women. Her blood held magic, and she’d changed him. He didn’t know if it was a good idea to drink more, but he couldn’t help himself.
Appearing blissed out, Maeve wailed, making inhuman noises.
In the midst of the chaos, Devereux thought he heard the sound of men yelling nearby. Assuming it was simply his fevered brain reacting to the supernatural sex, he stopped trying to make sense of it and kept sucking on her neck, before turning his awareness to his erection, which she’d never allowed to deflate.
A loud voice, close to his ear, bellowed, “Stop! Now!”
Devereux jerked his fangs from Maeve’s vein and stilled the lower half of his body, inexplicably in charge of himself again. The tone of the words had sliced through the goddess’s enchantment, and he sobered. Or maybe it had been something about the voices themselves.
“No!” Maeve said, springing upright on Devereux, the holes in her neck already closed, the blood drying. “Not yet. You weren’t supposed to find me for hours. You’ve ruined all my fun. I only had one orgasm – ”
Two large males were standing next to the bed. Both sported togas and golden crowns. One had a shaved head except for a long black braid at the nape of his neck, the other had short, curly brown hair.
“Maeve,” the curly-haired one said, “you promised to choose between the two of us.” He glared at Devereux, his face a mask of disgust. “You swore you would not contaminate yourself with earthly creatures again.”
Ah, Devereux thought. Gods. No wonder their words awakened me.
“Damn!” Maeve climbed off Devereux. She leaned over and kissed his lips. “I’m so sorry, darling. It looks like the parade has been called on account of petulant deities. We’ll talk soon.”
Reaching out her hands to the two gods, she rolled her eyes and sighed. “All right. Let’s go.”
The moment she touched them, all three vanished, the illusion of the bedroom disintegrated, and Devereux found himself lying on the cold, hard ground in front of the castle ruins.
He sat up, and shook his head, savoring the fact that he’d just dodged a potentially lethal bullet.
If I were so inclined, I would say a prayer to those two gods for my deliverance. But since I am not...
Mumbling to himself in the old Druid language he often used, he quickly rose, gathered up his discarded clothing, and dressed. Thanks to the timely arrival of the gods, he’d been saved from the escalating torture Maeve liked to inflict on her “lovers.” Of course, as a vampire, the physical torment never affected him except to keep him in a constant state of arousal, but he still objected to that on several levels.
Truthfully, even in the beginning, before she’d shown her true colors, he’d never really liked Maeve all that much, though he’d been stupidly flattered by her attention, his small brain making the decision to disregard his intuition about the malevolent goddess. Being forced to service her had always been humiliating. And he knew her well enough to be sure he hadn’t seen the last of her.
“Wait until I get my hands on Elliott and Laurence.” His voice echoed through the ruins. He shoved on his boots and brushed dirt off his leather pants. “They were right, though, about my choosing to stop after the first date . I have no intention of following through. I will
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