her, the chains attempting to resist.
Serena realized his tongue was licking the girl’s privy parts, tasting the moisture there, and the vampire made hungry, growling sounds. Another girl crawled between his thighs and began to undo the placket of his trousers.
Serena’s face was aflame, her throat dry and tight.
Mr. Swift leaned forward—heavens, she felt his erection push against her backside. He was aroused. She wanted to push back against him. But she tried to stay completely still.
“Is this the sort of thing you do?” she croaked the question at him. She should disapprove. But she found watching so arousing, so irresistible.
“Is it the sort of thing you would want to do, little lark? Wouldn’t you wish to perform for him, to entice him beyond all control?”
She had no answer, swallowed hard. “But those women are enticing vampires. The vampires will feed from them, hurt them.”
“But you know vampires do not always kill—and the only ones allowed here are those with control over their feeding urges. And the girls are well treated, in a way. They have warm beds, beautiful clothing, and are very well fed. They have every comfort they could imagine. These are not girls trapped and abused by a brutal madam.”
“They are free to leave?”
“Yes, but they don’t leave.”
“Why not—if they have freedom, why would they not take it?”
Swift leaned closer. “Because they need to offer their blood. They cannot exist any longer without joining with a vampire and surrendering their blood.”
“Slaves? Or worse—food!”
“In all relationships, one partner feeds on what the other offers. In different ways. The vampires are as much their slaves.”
“I don’t believe that.” She glanced up and caught Lord Sommersby’s gaze. She saw the way his lips parted, the tense way he held them. Shadows shielded his eyes, but something in his expression knocked all the air from her chest.
Slowly, like a prowling beast, Lord Sommersby walked toward her. Instinctively, she wet her lips in anticipation of his touch, his kiss. She was living her dream. She moved back from the rail, which pressed her derriere against Drake Swift’s rigid erection. She was aware of her heat, her scent, her wetness, and the power of the two men who had vowed to protect her.
Serena gasped as Drake Swift kissed the back of her neck. As he suckled. A burst leaped from Blood Rose ©Sharon Page 2007 Email: [email protected] 27
there like a tiny firework. It raced through her, furiously fast, and exploded between her legs in a flood of wetness.
Ecstasy. Pleasure. Goodness, at just that touch—that hot, lovely touch—she’d climaxed!
She cried out.
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Chapter Five
Addicted
Jonathon heard Miss Lark’s little cry of pleasure and almost came on the spot. A bolt of sensual agony crippled his legs, and he had to stop walking.
Miss Lark’s head arched back, her cheeks flushed pink, and she breathed frantically. She’d climaxed at just the touch of Swift’s mouth to her neck. Of course she would. She was a born vampiress.
Swift groaned, “Yes, sweeting,” and reached for her plump breasts.
Jonathon clamped his hand on Swift’s shoulder and shoved his partner. Swift took a step back, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
This wasn’t the first time Swift had pleasured a woman Jonathon had wanted...
“This isn’t a game, and Miss Lark is a respectable lady.” Jonathon kept his voice low, but his temple throbbed and he felt the beat of his pulse in his skull. Damn, he was hard and aching for Serena Lark. He hadn’t sought sexual release in a year. Frustration kept him sharp on the hunt.
And what woman would want to be the mistress of a man who spent his nights slaying demons and his days locked in a laboratory, slicing the brains of vampire cadavers with a scalpel?
He couldn’t let himself desire Miss Lark. And he had to ensure his blasted partner did not learn
Serena realized his tongue was licking the girl’s privy parts, tasting the moisture there, and the vampire made hungry, growling sounds. Another girl crawled between his thighs and began to undo the placket of his trousers.
Serena’s face was aflame, her throat dry and tight.
Mr. Swift leaned forward—heavens, she felt his erection push against her backside. He was aroused. She wanted to push back against him. But she tried to stay completely still.
“Is this the sort of thing you do?” she croaked the question at him. She should disapprove. But she found watching so arousing, so irresistible.
“Is it the sort of thing you would want to do, little lark? Wouldn’t you wish to perform for him, to entice him beyond all control?”
She had no answer, swallowed hard. “But those women are enticing vampires. The vampires will feed from them, hurt them.”
“But you know vampires do not always kill—and the only ones allowed here are those with control over their feeding urges. And the girls are well treated, in a way. They have warm beds, beautiful clothing, and are very well fed. They have every comfort they could imagine. These are not girls trapped and abused by a brutal madam.”
“They are free to leave?”
“Yes, but they don’t leave.”
“Why not—if they have freedom, why would they not take it?”
Swift leaned closer. “Because they need to offer their blood. They cannot exist any longer without joining with a vampire and surrendering their blood.”
“Slaves? Or worse—food!”
“In all relationships, one partner feeds on what the other offers. In different ways. The vampires are as much their slaves.”
“I don’t believe that.” She glanced up and caught Lord Sommersby’s gaze. She saw the way his lips parted, the tense way he held them. Shadows shielded his eyes, but something in his expression knocked all the air from her chest.
Slowly, like a prowling beast, Lord Sommersby walked toward her. Instinctively, she wet her lips in anticipation of his touch, his kiss. She was living her dream. She moved back from the rail, which pressed her derriere against Drake Swift’s rigid erection. She was aware of her heat, her scent, her wetness, and the power of the two men who had vowed to protect her.
Serena gasped as Drake Swift kissed the back of her neck. As he suckled. A burst leaped from Blood Rose ©Sharon Page 2007 Email: [email protected] 27
there like a tiny firework. It raced through her, furiously fast, and exploded between her legs in a flood of wetness.
Ecstasy. Pleasure. Goodness, at just that touch—that hot, lovely touch—she’d climaxed!
She cried out.
Blood Rose ©Sharon Page 2007 Email: [email protected] 28
Chapter Five
Addicted
Jonathon heard Miss Lark’s little cry of pleasure and almost came on the spot. A bolt of sensual agony crippled his legs, and he had to stop walking.
Miss Lark’s head arched back, her cheeks flushed pink, and she breathed frantically. She’d climaxed at just the touch of Swift’s mouth to her neck. Of course she would. She was a born vampiress.
Swift groaned, “Yes, sweeting,” and reached for her plump breasts.
Jonathon clamped his hand on Swift’s shoulder and shoved his partner. Swift took a step back, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
This wasn’t the first time Swift had pleasured a woman Jonathon had wanted...
“This isn’t a game, and Miss Lark is a respectable lady.” Jonathon kept his voice low, but his temple throbbed and he felt the beat of his pulse in his skull. Damn, he was hard and aching for Serena Lark. He hadn’t sought sexual release in a year. Frustration kept him sharp on the hunt.
And what woman would want to be the mistress of a man who spent his nights slaying demons and his days locked in a laboratory, slicing the brains of vampire cadavers with a scalpel?
He couldn’t let himself desire Miss Lark. And he had to ensure his blasted partner did not learn
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