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Authors: Eden Bradley
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It wasn’t in the old vampire to do so. But he didn’t mind. He loved that illusive mystery about him. The hardness. It fascinated him, the aloofness of the older vampires. It made them more attractive somehow. Although he found Luka to be incredibly alluring as well, but in a different way.
Something about being with them for such a long period of time was changing him. Perhaps the idea of being offered immortality. The way it was truly hitting home, that it may actually happen, was making him re-evaluate everything. Who he was. What he wanted.
Ilana…
During the time they’d been with Luka and Konstantine at the club, Ilana had changed as well. She was opening up, in every way. To the vampires. To him. His feelings for her grew daily. He understood the danger in that. That he could end up rejected by the vampire pair. Rejected by her, which seemed an even more brutal possibility. Alone once more. But there was nothing he could do about it.
He adored them both, the vampires. Had grown closer to them. Especially to Luka, who was sweet even as he was frighteningly beautiful.
But he loved Ilana.
He was in love with the woman. He’d come to realize it days ago. When it had happened, exactly, didn’t seem to matter. It was true.
He’d never intended it. It had always been in his mind that it was a vampire he would fall in love with, and he had certainly loved several. Or adored them, anyway. He adored Luka and Konstantine, had developed more of a relationship with them than any of the other vampires he’d been with, even Aleron. They had developed an odd sort of friendship, in addition to the sex. But he’d never been in love before. He still desired the vampires. That would never change. They were too stunning. Too flawlessly sensual. But now all he could think of, all he truly craved from one moment to the next, was Ilana.
She was bathing in the next room. He could imagine her in the warm water, her skin glistening. He could go to her, see her, be with her. She would welcome him, as always. Into her arms. Her lovely body.
He’d needed some time to think, which was why he’d stayed in the room, sitting on the settee, watching the sky outside fade from the pale gray light of day to the darker shades of a starless night. The remains of their dinner was on the silver tray brought to them by one of the serving girls. He picked up his glass of fortified wine and drank.
They’d want them this evening, their vampires, which was why they’d sent the wine infused with strengthening herbs. He was excited by the idea, as always. But he knew it was only as exciting as Ilana’s presence could make it.
Ilana…
He couldn’t wait for their evening to begin. Hell, he couldn’t wait, period.
He dropped his black silk robe as he moved across the sleek marble floors to the bathroom. He pushed the door open, the steam rolling out to greet him even before he stepped inside.
“Calam…”
She smiled, sounded pleased to see him. He grinned back at her.
She made him happy. Simply hearing her voice. Seeing her glorious smile. And her body, naked beneath the water, her full breasts rising to break the surface, her nipples going hard as he gazed at her. She looked like some glamorous image of Marie Antoinette in the big tub, with its high, arching sides at either end, her impossible beauty. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips cherry pink. Her nipples were the same color. Sweet. Irresistible.
She was irresistible.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, moving closer. He was growing harder with each moment.
“Never,” she answered, dropping the sponge and holding out a hand to him.
He went to her, took her hand, kissing it before he climbed into the enormous white porcelain tub. He sat across from her, letting the heat envelop him. Took in the vision that was Ilana, with her blonde hair bundled on top of her head, exposing her graceful neck.
She stretched her legs, one pointed toe drawing a line down his chest. Her
Something about being with them for such a long period of time was changing him. Perhaps the idea of being offered immortality. The way it was truly hitting home, that it may actually happen, was making him re-evaluate everything. Who he was. What he wanted.
Ilana…
During the time they’d been with Luka and Konstantine at the club, Ilana had changed as well. She was opening up, in every way. To the vampires. To him. His feelings for her grew daily. He understood the danger in that. That he could end up rejected by the vampire pair. Rejected by her, which seemed an even more brutal possibility. Alone once more. But there was nothing he could do about it.
He adored them both, the vampires. Had grown closer to them. Especially to Luka, who was sweet even as he was frighteningly beautiful.
But he loved Ilana.
He was in love with the woman. He’d come to realize it days ago. When it had happened, exactly, didn’t seem to matter. It was true.
He’d never intended it. It had always been in his mind that it was a vampire he would fall in love with, and he had certainly loved several. Or adored them, anyway. He adored Luka and Konstantine, had developed more of a relationship with them than any of the other vampires he’d been with, even Aleron. They had developed an odd sort of friendship, in addition to the sex. But he’d never been in love before. He still desired the vampires. That would never change. They were too stunning. Too flawlessly sensual. But now all he could think of, all he truly craved from one moment to the next, was Ilana.
She was bathing in the next room. He could imagine her in the warm water, her skin glistening. He could go to her, see her, be with her. She would welcome him, as always. Into her arms. Her lovely body.
He’d needed some time to think, which was why he’d stayed in the room, sitting on the settee, watching the sky outside fade from the pale gray light of day to the darker shades of a starless night. The remains of their dinner was on the silver tray brought to them by one of the serving girls. He picked up his glass of fortified wine and drank.
They’d want them this evening, their vampires, which was why they’d sent the wine infused with strengthening herbs. He was excited by the idea, as always. But he knew it was only as exciting as Ilana’s presence could make it.
Ilana…
He couldn’t wait for their evening to begin. Hell, he couldn’t wait, period.
He dropped his black silk robe as he moved across the sleek marble floors to the bathroom. He pushed the door open, the steam rolling out to greet him even before he stepped inside.
“Calam…”
She smiled, sounded pleased to see him. He grinned back at her.
She made him happy. Simply hearing her voice. Seeing her glorious smile. And her body, naked beneath the water, her full breasts rising to break the surface, her nipples going hard as he gazed at her. She looked like some glamorous image of Marie Antoinette in the big tub, with its high, arching sides at either end, her impossible beauty. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips cherry pink. Her nipples were the same color. Sweet. Irresistible.
She was irresistible.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, moving closer. He was growing harder with each moment.
“Never,” she answered, dropping the sponge and holding out a hand to him.
He went to her, took her hand, kissing it before he climbed into the enormous white porcelain tub. He sat across from her, letting the heat envelop him. Took in the vision that was Ilana, with her blonde hair bundled on top of her head, exposing her graceful neck.
She stretched her legs, one pointed toe drawing a line down his chest. Her
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