Love For The Bad Guy #AlexisMoonlight #Teaser #YNWrites #ASMSG

Teaser from the upcoming novel, Alexis Moonlight

(The Cross Knight Chronicles)

Sanjay returned with a loaded injection gun in hand. The cobalt blue liquid sloshed around in the bullet-sized vial. He held it out to her. “Take it, so we can head out. You’ll need your strength for what we’re about to face.”

Heat rushed straight to her head as she glared at him. “No,” she bit out on a growl.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He muttered something in Arabic as a slow menacing smile found its way to his lips. “Disregarding a direct order, Officer Moonlight?” He moved in closer, his approach demanding. “That would usually end in sex, but right now we don’t have the time for it. Either take it of your own will, or I’ll hold you down and shove it into your fucking neck myself.”

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2018 

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Alexis Moonlight #theCrossKnightChronicles #Teaser #YNWrites #ASMSG

Teaser from the upcoming novel, Alexis Moonlight

(The Cross Knight Chronicles)

Alexis sprung toward his silky voice. Her wrist was caught in mid-swing, yet her blade still tasted vampire flesh.

The weight of his body shoved her to the floor. Strong legs straddled her hips, pinning her down.

She punched him in the jaw with her free hand. Her fingers cracked. With it, a sharp pain rushed up her arm and through the entire left side of her body. “Fuckin’ holy mother of oww!” she cried out. Felt like she’d jabbed stone.

His husky chuckle fluttered over her face. “Yeah, I could’ve told you that was a bad idea.” 

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2018 

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Alexis Moonlight #Snippet #TheCrossKnightChronicles #YNWrites #SevenLines #ASMSG

Hey there, fellow readers and bloggers!

I was tagged by Author Stephanie Burke, Rae Lori, and Kate Baum to post the 7 lines of my WIP. So here I go. I hope you enjoy!

This is a snippet from my cyberpunk tale Alexis Moonlight (The Cross Knight Chronicles)

“I hate that we’re forced to do this, but you have to pay for the choices you’ve made. Look at this way, it could be much worse.” Sanjay held a signature pad out. The outline of a hand emerged on the screen. “Place your palm here to show you understand everything I’ve explained and that you comply with the terms.”

She slapped the pad out of his hand. “That droid is not staying here, Sanjay,” Alexis gritted out.

He eyed her in silence, his jawline set hard. He seemed indifferent about the whole situation. That was clearly just a front though. The droid was not only a problem for her, but for him as well. It would monitor her every move, twenty-four seven. That meant no more alone time for them.

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2017

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Prince of Death ~ Demetri #CharacterConfessions #ynwrites #ASMSG #AuthorGO

This confession is an oldie, but definitely a GOODIE! Nevertheless, it has earned its spot in the collection of character confessions.

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From the comfort of my underground chambers, I feel daybreak slowly stretch across the region. I can only envision the sight and reminisce about what it’s like to watch the sun rise. Now, I’m ever so eager to see it fall, for that is when my day begins and yours end.

Fatigue weighs heavily on me as Lady Sun kisses the sky. The ingrained downfall of my nature makes me sluggish. Don’t think of this as a complaint. I’ve come to terms with the disadvantage of my extended curse…and gift.

Slumber calls to me, but I gave my word to a young author, one whom I had the pleasure of tasting last night.

Ahh, dear sweet, delicious, Yvonne…

I still see the astonishment on her face when I sailed through her window as a shadow on the wind. Imagine that. A creature she thought was a figment of her brilliant imagination actually exists. Correction, have existed, many, many centuries on this God forsaken planet.

Still, the tangy sweetness of her blood lingers on my tongue, reminding me of why I’m resisting the natural urge to sleep.

She willingly met her end of the bargain, and now I shall meet mine.

My name is Demetri Bithanos. Some know me by that name, but most know me as Death. Born in this world as a human Andausian and turned demon vampire, I am the slayer of this realm. Demon blood stains my blade and evil mortals whet my appetite. Death is a part of me and is my sole purpose here on earth.

This will not be a story of my past or a revelation of how I became an immortal nightwalker. It’s pointless to discuss this with you all when you are nothing more than a means to satisfy my dark desire. You don’t need to know me. You just need to fear me.

You see, I know your darkest secrets. I know the wicked thoughts and desires that caress the walls of your mind. The sheer fibers of your sins compel me to come to you and claim what you have taken for granted. Your precious life.

Forget what you think you know of my kind. I don’t fear crosses or garlic, and I don’t need an invitation to enter your domain.

I come and take as I please.

Does that arouse you? Your heartbeat quickens with my words. Your blood runs hot with fear. Ah, yes. You know I will come for you. Tonight, tomorrow perhaps? I should enlighten you, but I will not.

Continue to wonder. Continue to dream.

When you close your eyes, you’ll see me as the whisper of a shadow, taunting you, ravishing your mind. Then when you open your eyes, I’ll be there, watching you, wanting you.

It is futile to resist. Don’t run. I will catch you. Don’t hide. I will find you. Don’t scream, I will… On second thought, I would like it very much if you’d scream for me. Struggle if you’d like. It makes the draw of your blood that much sweeter.

I don’t want to hear about your regrets or the things left undone during your sad, misbegotten life. It doesn’t concern me. Beg for your life if you must, but know it will do you no good. The moment I became aware of you, your life was over, mine to claim.

Don’t bother to repent to me. I am not your priest. In this still moment in time, I am simply your lover in death.

You know this now when you look into my eyes and your life flashes before them. Surrender to me. There is nothing you can do, nothing you can say to change my intent. You belong to me now.

You’ll be pleased to know that my methods of taking life are not always so brutal and monstrous as you may think. How I ravage your body and soul is entirely up to you. Tell me, how do you want to die? Caught up in utter bliss?

I can be gentle if you’d like. Would you want me to touch you there? Would you want me to bite you here? Lick your gushing wound? Fill your aching core? Would you…?

Do my questions confuse you? Do my actions confound your mind? I sense that it does, for I smell the arousal of your body stirring all around me. It dances and weaves with the distressing emotion you feel right now.

Are you shivering? Let me hold you.

Do not fret, this will not end quickly. I am a slow and explorative lover. I’ll be sure to tantalize your every fantasy and taste every inch of your flesh before you take your final shuddering breath, my sweet lover in death.

Whisper my name as I lap at the quivering veins on your inner thighs. The vessels throb and bulge beneath my tongue, begging to be pierced. I indulge. Do you feel my fangs slide into your flesh? The strings of my dark rapture scatter throughout your entire body? Isn’t it insanely blissful? Do you want more?

Don’t hold back. Let it go.

As waves of ecstasy storms through you, your heartbeat slows. Between soft butterfly kisses, I leave a stamp of my passion up the center of your body. Yes… Can you feel me, beautiful one? Can you feel your life slipping away?

I lock my lips over your jugular and slide between your inviting thighs. I drank deeply, slowly, ravenously, taking in the very essence of you.

Your flesh grows cold. Your breathing is shallow then finally your heart stops.

A beautiful death for you. Wouldn’t you be so fortunate to die in my embrace.

~ Demetri Bithanos, Prince of Death (the Dragon Queen Series)

Author Yvonne Nicolas © 2017  |  All Rights Reserved

The Dragon Queen Series

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Are you ready to #TouchTheDark? #paranormal #anthology #ASMSG

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He lingers in the shadows, eager to caress your soul.

Hushed whispers call out to you, luring you toward the darkness.

Beneath the wavering fear, a fever rises within. Lust, ecstasy…

Don’t be afraid. Before death, pleasure is guaranteed.

Close your eyes, reach out to the unknown…

And touch the dark.

I NEED YOUR VOTE! #ASMSG #Author #Contest

Yesterday, I was informed of some wonderful news!

The DRAGON QUEEN SERIES is nominated for a Reader’s Choice Award. Yey! I’m honored and extremely thrilled about this. The nomination alone makes me so happy. 🙂

Now this is the part where I beg for your votes. :p

The poll is open until September, so there is time. I would really appreciate a vote from you. It’s really easy. You don’t have to sign up for anything. Just click on the link and vote: http://www.swirlawards.com/p/best-series-poll_28.html  

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Sharayna ‘Rayne’ Piers lives a life in the spotlight as one of the hottest singers around. Beneath her life of stardom a dark threat rises within her thoughts and an unnatural hunger seduces the very core of her. Visions of women getting brutally murdered by an unseen force tortures her mind. When women near her age begin to disappear all over the world, she realizes that her nightmares have somehow become reality. Her life takes an unexpected, but deliciously sexy turn when she is approached by the beautiful demon vampire, Demetri Bithanos. He awakens her dark side and gives her the only thing that will sate her deepest craving. Blood. But her moment of euphoria doesn’t last. The dark lord Lucius — the spawn of the devil — is after her sacred blood and he will do whatever it takes to get her.

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CRIMSON DAYS, CH 8 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Erotica #Dystopia #JheneAiko

Since October is officially over, this will be the last post for the free Halloween read, Crimson Days. However, the story is not over. This is one of those tales that seems to write itself. It was supposed to be no longer than 6 chapters and you see how that worked out. 😀

To those of you who are enjoying the story and desire to see it continue, don’t fret. I’m going to finish it and make it available on various ebook vendors for FREE—Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.

Now onto CHAPTER 8 of Crimson Days. 🙂

As you know, this story is being developed and written as I post it. It has not been edited or doctored up.

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

Before reading CHAPTER 8, make sure to read the first 7 chapters. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/

CHAPTER 3 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/08/crimson-days-ch-3/

CHAPTER 4 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/11/crimson-days-ch-4/

CHAPTER 5 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/15/crimson-days-ch-5/

CHAPTER 6 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/18/crimson-days-ch-6/

CHAPTER 7 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/23/crimson-days-ch-7/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 8

CrimsonDay_final“Why God?” I murmured, staring at the security screen. Another green dot popped up on the barracks’ aerial diagram. “Why would you bring him back into my life as a vampire? Why couldn’t you drop him in my lap as a… cute kitty are something?”

“‘Cause yeah, I would totally make an adorable kitty,” Roy called from the bedroom’s closet.

Titling my head back, I huffed out a groan. “Shadduuup.”

“No alerts to report from sector one hundred and forty-nine, Officer Winsort,” the com-screen informed.

I took a sip of wine. “Check sector one-fifty.”

“You’re wasting your time,” Roy sung in laughter. “I’m telling you, I was moving too fast. There’s no way the drones could’ve caught me.”

“Hush, vampire boy. I’m trying to concentrate.” The green dots on the screen started to blend together. Soon, they would be nothing but a big green blob. Maybe Roy wasn’t just being cocky. He may have actually evaded them all. Regardless, I’d never been the type of person to rely on maybes.

“Lexi, you should be trying to get some sleep instead of scanning drones. And stop drinking that wine on an empty stomach. That can’t be good for you in your condition.”

Clucking my tongue, I fixed my glare on the closet door at the far side my bedroom. “And what do you know about my condition?”

“I know this war is destroying you mentally, messing with your emotions, and as a result, you’re letting your health deteriorate. You should’ve left this madness years ago.”

I should have, but I didn’t. I wanted to counter his statement with something snippy, but I nibbled on my lower lip instead. He knew me all too well. That was one of the things I used to hate about him.

“No alerts to report from sector one hundred and fifty, Officer Winsort.”

I huffed out a sigh. “Check sector one fifty-one. Hell, check all seven hundred and fifty sectors, including the ones outside the barrier. Don’t report to me until you find an alert.” I linked the pending scan to my wristband then strapped it on my wrist. “Have you healed yet?”

There was a moment of silence before he uttered, “More or less.”

I entered my bedroom, disrobed and searched out a fresh jumpsuit from my dresser drawer. “I need you to be sure, Roy. Lord knows I can’t bear to

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see you all burned up with your skin hanging off again. It’s gross, and damaging to my unbalanced mental state.” Even though I tried, I couldn’t keep a straight face while saying that.

“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure I’m past the gross stage. But then there’s the thirst…”

Aw shit, this was about to get bad. “Don’t tell me that. I thought the blood from a master vampire replenishes quickly, no matter how much he loses.”

“It does, but that doesn’t mean the thirst subsides.”

“Ugh… dammit! How long can you hold out before you need to feed?”

“A day. Two at the most.”

“Okay-okay. Give me a minute to figure out how I’m gonna get you fed, and more importantly, get you the hell outta here.” I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the legs of the suit over my ankles and calves. Standing, I pulled the micro-fiber material up my thighs, hips and torso. Once I tugged the zipper up from my crotch to my neck, the inner layer of the suit molded to my body and clung to me like a second skin. The small panel directly under my name badge lit up, indicating it was now ready to monitor my physical status, which of course would be sent to headquarters.

I would love to wear some regular clothing. Something stylish and not so violating. I left my personal wardrobe behind years ago, when I joined the regiment, so I guess I’m stuck with these stupid jumpsuits.

“Don’t bother getting all worked up over this. I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere.”

Releasing an airy giggle, I shook my head. “You should be.” The steps I needed to take to get Roy safely away from the barracks flipped through my mind. I couldn’t try to get him out right away. It would take time. Only, I’m not sure how much time we had. Nevertheless, I had to plan his escape just right, but first thing’s first…

He needed a bath. Badly.

It wasn’t so much the burned skin scent, it was vampy odor that lingered on him. Ugh… Thank God, he wasn’t as nearly as stinky compared to the other demons. At least I could breathe around him without gagging.

I rushed to the bathroom, drained the water I had bathed in earlier, and begin to fill the tub with fresh water. I gathered every bottle of bath oil and scented bubble liquid I could find, and then emptied them all into the tub. Bubbles spilled over the edge and trickled down onto the floor. In no time, my pad smelled like flowers and sunshine.

Armed with my G-four gat, I stood next to the tub. “If you’ve regenerated enough to move, meet me in the bathroom.”

The sound of the closet door sliding open reached my ears. A split second later, Roy whooshed into the bathroom like a spirit. He stood before me, completely rejuvenated into the man I used to know—tall and toned—a porcelain version of his perfect self. Only he was a tad bit beefier than I remembered. Those crystal blue eyes glimmered, his fangs peeked from beneath his parted lips.

My breath hitched. Even as a demon, he was eerily gorgeous.

We stared at each other for the longest, without saying a word. Honestly, I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. He always stilled my tongue with a mere gaze.

What was left of his clothing dangled from his beautifully masculine physique. Teasing glimpses of his chest, abs and legs enticed me in the most wicked way.

“You’re undressing me with your eyes, Lexi,” he crooned, his voice a breathy whisper flowing over my enflamed nerves. “If you want me naked, just say so.” He took a step towards me.

Still leery of him, I stumbled backwards and nearly fell into the tub.

With a blurred preternatural motion, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall.

My reaction was swift.

He shot a glance to the left, at my glock’s barrel pointed at his cranium. “You’re clearly not afraid of me, so why do you run?” He leaned in closer. His lips were less than an inch from mine. “Why do you always run?”

The Roy I used to know would never come at me like this. It showed the demon inside ruled his actions, made him impulsive and unpredictable.

“You need to control yourself, Roy,” I said in the steadiest voice I could conjure. “And keep in mind, I have a twitchy trigger finger.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and lifted the black bag gripped in my right hand. “I need what’s left of your clothes to go in this bag, and then I need you to get your ass into that tub.”

“Ahh…” He pulled back with a smirk sliding across his face. “So you do want me naked.”

I sucked my teeth and snorted in annoyance. “Into the water, now.”

“Maybe in about an hour.”

“What?”

“That water is too hot.”

“Oh please! You haven’t even tested it.”

“I don’t need to. I can feel the lava-like heat from here.”

“Stop playing, Roy.”

He folded his arms over his chest and shook his head. “I just got my skin back and you’re trying to sear it off again?”

“You stink, like… like a vamp!”

“You know there ain’t shit you can do about that, right? You can’t boil the vampirism off me. Just admit it, you’re trying to make vampire soup in that tub?”

“Boooy, if you don’t get your silly ass in that water…”

“You forget I have balls. Big balls, if I must say so myself. Me being a vampire doesn’t make them any less sensitive to hot water. I’d prefer an ice cold bath, if you don’t mind.”

Gritting my teeth, I leveled my gun at him. “I know you can’t help yourself but be a crazy fool. That trait apparently trickled down into your vampire life, which is why I haven’t pulled the trigger, yet. You have two choices here. You can either strip out of those filthy clothes and get in that tub, or, you catch a bullet from this gun. Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll stand here and watch the ultraviolent liquid eat you from the inside out.”

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An almost sadistic smile curled at the corners of his lush lips. “You are sexy as fuck when talk like that.” He ripped the shredded clothes from his muscled torso and tossed it at my feet. With unnatural speed, he discarded his boots, belt and scarf. Sliding his thumbs beneath the waistband of his pants, he cut his seductive gaze at me and whispered, “Watch closely now.” Slowly, very slowly, he pushed the pants down his hips, revealing more of the sexy dip below his belly, which led to his manhood. A curly nest of pubic hair was revealed.

My hands shook, but I kept my gun aimed at him. A wave of heat washed through me. My heartbeat quicken as I watched him intently.

Finally, the shredded fabric dropped to his feet, exposing his nude body.

“Dayum, Roy,” I gasped, doing my best to withstand the quivering in my belly.

I had never laid eyes on his penis before. However, I had a good idea a mighty python hid beneath the crotch of his clothing. But I had no idea he was hiding such a beauty. It was large, no doubt, hanging there between his thighs like a masterpiece.

My mouth watered. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. As I gaped at his member, it grew stiffer and longer. The dark veins bulged under my scrutiny. Have mercy… I licked my lips, wondering what his shaft would feel like gliding over my tongue.

“As you can see, he’s not shy. You shouldn’t be either.”

I lifted my gaze to his face, expecting to see a smug grin, but that wasn’t the expression he presented.

His face was drawn tight in need and sexual tension. “I sense your longing, Lexi. Life is too short to run from your desires. If you want something, don’t be afraid to claim it.”

I almost lost myself. “Dammit, man…” I quickly collected his clothes and shoved them into the bag, trembling as I did so. “Get your ass in that tub,” I grumbled, storming out of the bathroom. I grabbed the empty back sack hanging from the side wall. “I expect you to be clean when I get back.”

“Wait. Where are you going?”

“To get a few things,” I replied without turning to face him. “I won’t be gone long.”

I heard the first foot dip into the water. His scream in bloody murder came swiftly afterwards. “Aw fuck! How the shit do you women take baths in water this fucking hot? Ahhh, motherfucker…!”

I tried not to laugh as I rushed out of my quarters. Being around him was torture, nevertheless sweet torture. In this short span of time, he’d shown me so much of his old self that it was difficult believe he was a vampire. The enemy. However, when he pinned me to the wall with such force, I was quickly reminded of what I was dealing with.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear the image of his stunning naked body and his saluting cock from my mind. It didn’t work. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It’s not fair, God! It’s not fair for him to be that freaking fine. This must be a test, a test of faith. If I give in to the wicked desires stirring inside me, I’ll be surrendering my soul to the dark side.

I hurried to the maze of basements under the compound, where the incinerator was located. Standing in front of the fire breathing furnace, I fumbled through the clothing in the bag. They were filthy, covered in mud, blood and some other crap I couldn’t make out. It all smelled horrible. Throughout all the soot and damage, I noticed something interesting. These were no cheap threads. They were heavy, made from an expensive material. Even the scarf was woven from the finest silk. Well, what was left of it. There was a symbol stitched onto the sleeve of the jacket, which had been partially burned. I’d seen the symbol before, but I couldn’t remember where or when.

The clack of someone’s approaching footfalls jarred me. I tossed the bag into the mouth of the furnace and quickly left the building. I didn’t want to leave Roy alone too long, but I needed to find him some clothes. Couldn’t put him in a jumpsuit. As soon as the tiny sensors within the suit picked up on his extremely low body temperature and his lack of a pulse, we’d be in trouble.

My thoughts ran on Steve’s secret clothing stash. He never wore them, being that we were all instructed to wear our jumpsuits when we weren’t in uniform.

The sector he lived in was a little over six blocks away. I started to sprint in that direction. I used to jog to his place with no problem, but tonight, it was hard. It felt like my lungs were about to explode. Avoiding the main streets, which were cluttered with fellow knights and droids, I made the journey along the back alleyways. That made the trip longer. When I arrived at Steve’s compound, I leaned against the wall at the rear of the building, gasping for breath.

A few drones zipped over my head then paused briefly to scan me. Didn’t really matter at this point if they caught me on radar. Its better I get scanned outside of Steve’s place, rather than Sanjay’s since the council already knew Steve and I were friends. Though, there was the probation problem… I wasn’t supposed to leave my quarters this late. I’d deal with the repercussions of that later.

The rapid knocking against my chest wouldn’t slow down. I felt hot and woozy. Suddenly, I was covered in sweat. My suit’s read-out panel started to beep and buzz. I tapped it to silence the alarm and then I quietly slipped into the building. I took the short ride on the mobile platform up to the fifth level. By that time, my heart rate had returned to normal. Yet, I still sweated like a pig.

Standing outside Steve’s pad, I could hear the slow jams blaring through the door. I hoped the music would be loud enough to mask the sound of security system announcing my arrival.

I penned in his code.

“Door opening,” the system announced.

I slipped inside and waited to see if Steve would emerge from his room with his gun cocked. A few minutes went by and no one appeared, so I headed deeper into his living quarters. I moved closer to his room.

Moans and groans sailed beneath the music and resonated through the bedroom’s closed door.

Smiling, I snorted. No wonder he didn’t hear me come in. Tony had him thoroughly distracted with sex play. Should’ve known.

I crept into Steve’s pantry and pulled the loose panel from the wall. Behind it was a suitcase. Within that suitcase was a collection of stylish men’s clothing. Yes! I shoved some slacks and shirts, along with a couple of jackets into my back sack.

Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t miss a few articles of worldly clothing.

Once I had my sack filled to capacity, I returned the suitcase to its rightful hiding place. As stealthily as I could, I vacated the premises and made my way back home. Instead of jogging like before, I took a brisk walk. It was all I could muster.

I returned to my quarters and damn near passed out. The enervating heat enveloped me again. Sweat continued to gush from my pores. My head whirled, my breathing escalated. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to dive into my bed and give into slumber, but I had that vampire problem to deal with. “Roy?”

Hanging onto the wall, I made my way to the bathroom. The tub was filled with bubbles, just the way I left it, but there was no Roy.

“Goddammit!” Where the hell is he? If he left, oh my God, they would kill him.

Visions of his brutal death bounced around my mind, sending me into a bout of hyperventilation. My heart raced. I was about to leave the bathroom to scramble through my quarters, hoping to find him hiding somewhere, when out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the bubbles move.

Cautiously, I retrieved my gat from the countertop and approached the tub. “Roy?” I reached in.

A hand shot from the pool of bubbles and latched onto my arm.

I was yanked off my feet and into the tub. I flailed like a fish for a spilt second, then I caught myself. I braced my knees on the floor of the tub, wrapped my hand around his throat and contemplated jamming my glock up his nose. “Goddamn you, Roy!” I bit out on a growl. “You better stop doing that crazy vamp shit. You’re gonna mess around and get your ass shot!”

His hand slipped around to the small of my back. He moved up the tub, pulling me with him. I hadn’t realized I was straddling him until that moment. The length of his erect shaft pressed hard against my pussy, making me shudder.

His head emerged from a clearing in the bubbles. Darkened by the water, his hair clung to his head and dangling over his brow. His eyes were gleaming, fangs exposed. “Do you know what the worst part about being a vampire is?” He swiped a few dreads from over my temple. “Everything is intensified. Everything. Your senses, your emotions… When you’re stabbed, you feel it in your soul. When you’re sad, it feels like your whole world is crumbling around you. And when you’re secretly in love someone, you can’t hide it. No matter how hard you try.

Spoken both out loud and telepathically, his words sailed along my mind as an echo. His voice wooed me, his body aroused me. It was difficult to withstand the pleasurable sensation of his beefy member pressing against my slit. The fabric separating our genitals did nothing to calm the fire raging within me. A heady wooziness accompanied that fiery desire.

His fingers trailed over the base of my neck and shoulder. “It was the scent of your blood that drew me from the grave three years ago. How sweet it was.” He pulled the gun from my grip and tossed it on the bathroom floor.

I allowed him to disarm me, without the least bit of resistance.

“I’d trapped myself within the deepest crypt in Paris to keep the demon inside from hurting you, from wanting you. You weren’t supposed to see me like this, but once I sensed your blood, I couldn’t stay away.” He licked his lips as he pulled the zipper tab of my jumpsuit down.

My breasts popped out from the opening, eager to greet him.

“I don’t know how to separate it—my physical need to be with you and the demonic bloodlust I’m damned with.” His fangs lengthened, his eyes darkened. “How? Tell me how to do it, Lexi.”

Squeezing his neck, I leaned in closer to him. “Can’t help you there. Maybe you should’ve tried harder to stay away.” Helplessly, I grinded my crotch against his deliciously erect cock. Quivers cascaded through me.

A wicked smile crossed his face. “So you do want me to take you.”

“I’ve always wanted you to,” I confessed on a drawl. “I felt wrong for wanting you the way I do. I still feel wrong, but I can’t help it anymore. Why?” My vision became hazy. It was hard to breathe, hard to keep my eyes open. “Are you… are you using dark magic on me?”

“Manipulate your emotions?” His brow furrowed. “You think I would do that to you? You think I would need to do that to you?”

“Cooockyyy,” I slurred on a breathless giggle.

“Lexi, if I take you now, I won’t be able to stop. I will consume every bit of you in monstrous passion; your body, your mind and your soul. I would absorb the very essence of you and I would hate myself afterwards.” He slipped hand around the nape of my neck and froze. His eyes grew large as the vampiric gleam died. “Holy shit, Lexi! This is not just heated lust, you’re burning the hell up. You have a dangerously high fever.”

“Totally your fault.” Stripped of my energy, I slumped against him. Our lips met as his arms encased me.

“Lexi baby, if I don’t help you, this fever is going to kill you.” Panic replaced the sexy croon in his voice.

“Better a fever… than a war. Better you… than anyone else.”

“Shut up, girl. You really know how to ruin the mood.”

My body rose from the water. Cool air washed over me.

“There’s gonna be a night when you will throw yourself at me and I’ll gladly take you, but not like this. I need you healthy if you are to be my queen. Now, sleep.”

Darkness flooded my mind and washed my vision away as I willingly surrendered to the black void.

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