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stepped into the
shower for a quick one. The towels were rough and cheap, and he made a mental
note to bring some of his own next time. Cheap motels were great for anonymity,
but not so good for the accommodations. But it had always been too risky,
especially since the purge was nearly upon them, to bring mortals to his own
inner sanctum and his own bed. Maybe it was time to change that.
He left his phone number for the blonde. He figured that once her head
cleared and she stopped her vomiting—something he didn’t like to watch but
which always occurred when he created a new vamp—she’d decide to try out
her new powers. Dag hoped she’d use him as her guinea pig. Was looking forward
to it. If he was right about her, she’d know that no one else would do. She’d
find him like a homing beacon on a drone.
The drapes were shuttered tight. The door scraped on the ageing step
sill. One last look at the lovely, sleeping lady, who had begun to pink up
quite nicely, lying with her legs spread, a sexy little trickle of blood coming
from her upper thigh. Her breasts heaved, covered in his blood, or hers, when
he’d devoured them, sucked them and covered them with his scent to claim her.
He could make her come with just one finger, placed anywhere now. And that electrified
him.
He sighed and closed the door behind him. Forcing his fangs back up into
his gums, he licked his lips one last time, and felt the lurch in his trousers.
It took a minute before he could look at his two dark cohorts. He didn’t
want them to see the satisfied lust in his eyes, or that he wasn’t nearly done
with her. It was God’s cruel joke, this miracle that made it so she would
regenerate herself, mixing the best of both worlds: her human side, which was
retreating in surrender, and her new vamp side, which was commanding her body
to change. In this half-changed state, the lady would be an absolutely stunning
meal, and the fuck of a lifetime.
In the old days, before the responsibility of Coven Leader had befallen
him—well, being totally honest, before he’d murdered his boss and
maker—he’d had long evenings of sex and orgies. Now duty called. It was
the one thing he regretted and hadn’t considered before he took that momentous
step.
He thought about The Book of Spawn ,
the “Bat Book,” his mentor had called it. There were things in that book that
could end his race forever, and give dominance to the Golden Vampires he was
hunting down and killing daily. Since he had no intention of giving up his
existence without a fight, that book had to be found and eliminated. Much as he
wished he could spend time exploring the blonde’s beautiful body, scoring it,
mutilating it and watching the miracle as she regenerated, the future of his
power and dominion over the world for all eternity was at stake.
Even a world-class piece of ass like hers wasn’t worth that. If he
succeeded, he’d have centuries to enjoy himself later.
After he got rid of all the Goldens and their offspring. After he
completed his mission.
Chapter 7
Cara awoke to the sound of a car horn blaring. Checking the clock, she
realized she had overslept and missed church. Her head ached, as if she’d been
drugged. Had someone slipped her something in her drink last night?
She felt as if she was exhausted from staying up all night making love.
The feel of a new relationship burned in her belly. As though she’d been
intimate with him. As though he’d seen her naked, seen her full of the hot
pleasure that was her vivid dreams. And he wanted more.
No. I slept alone. Though she
looked around her bedroom, she found no evidence that he had been there last
night. She discovered her sex was swollen and sensitive when she stroked
herself and discovered she was wet with her own desire. But no man had
penetrated her last night. She’d been alone with her naked fantasies.
Cara ripped herself free from the bed and showered. She put her hair in a
clip and wore her tightest
shower for a quick one. The towels were rough and cheap, and he made a mental
note to bring some of his own next time. Cheap motels were great for anonymity,
but not so good for the accommodations. But it had always been too risky,
especially since the purge was nearly upon them, to bring mortals to his own
inner sanctum and his own bed. Maybe it was time to change that.
He left his phone number for the blonde. He figured that once her head
cleared and she stopped her vomiting—something he didn’t like to watch but
which always occurred when he created a new vamp—she’d decide to try out
her new powers. Dag hoped she’d use him as her guinea pig. Was looking forward
to it. If he was right about her, she’d know that no one else would do. She’d
find him like a homing beacon on a drone.
The drapes were shuttered tight. The door scraped on the ageing step
sill. One last look at the lovely, sleeping lady, who had begun to pink up
quite nicely, lying with her legs spread, a sexy little trickle of blood coming
from her upper thigh. Her breasts heaved, covered in his blood, or hers, when
he’d devoured them, sucked them and covered them with his scent to claim her.
He could make her come with just one finger, placed anywhere now. And that electrified
him.
He sighed and closed the door behind him. Forcing his fangs back up into
his gums, he licked his lips one last time, and felt the lurch in his trousers.
It took a minute before he could look at his two dark cohorts. He didn’t
want them to see the satisfied lust in his eyes, or that he wasn’t nearly done
with her. It was God’s cruel joke, this miracle that made it so she would
regenerate herself, mixing the best of both worlds: her human side, which was
retreating in surrender, and her new vamp side, which was commanding her body
to change. In this half-changed state, the lady would be an absolutely stunning
meal, and the fuck of a lifetime.
In the old days, before the responsibility of Coven Leader had befallen
him—well, being totally honest, before he’d murdered his boss and
maker—he’d had long evenings of sex and orgies. Now duty called. It was
the one thing he regretted and hadn’t considered before he took that momentous
step.
He thought about The Book of Spawn ,
the “Bat Book,” his mentor had called it. There were things in that book that
could end his race forever, and give dominance to the Golden Vampires he was
hunting down and killing daily. Since he had no intention of giving up his
existence without a fight, that book had to be found and eliminated. Much as he
wished he could spend time exploring the blonde’s beautiful body, scoring it,
mutilating it and watching the miracle as she regenerated, the future of his
power and dominion over the world for all eternity was at stake.
Even a world-class piece of ass like hers wasn’t worth that. If he
succeeded, he’d have centuries to enjoy himself later.
After he got rid of all the Goldens and their offspring. After he
completed his mission.
Chapter 7
Cara awoke to the sound of a car horn blaring. Checking the clock, she
realized she had overslept and missed church. Her head ached, as if she’d been
drugged. Had someone slipped her something in her drink last night?
She felt as if she was exhausted from staying up all night making love.
The feel of a new relationship burned in her belly. As though she’d been
intimate with him. As though he’d seen her naked, seen her full of the hot
pleasure that was her vivid dreams. And he wanted more.
No. I slept alone. Though she
looked around her bedroom, she found no evidence that he had been there last
night. She discovered her sex was swollen and sensitive when she stroked
herself and discovered she was wet with her own desire. But no man had
penetrated her last night. She’d been alone with her naked fantasies.
Cara ripped herself free from the bed and showered. She put her hair in a
clip and wore her tightest
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