Rose Unbridled Vampire

Book 5 of 'Lust & Monsters'
1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-0-463-65884-0
Verlag: Boruma Publishing, LLC
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 62 Seiten

Raelynn and her werewolf protector are on the run from a clan of vampires that is more than either of them can handle.
When they seek refuge on a cruise ship, lust is heavy in the air, consuming them with a breathless urgency that drives the werewolf to take her for the first time.
But they are not alone. Raelynn is drawn into a maelstrom of an affair between a possessive werewolf and a seductive vampire who offers her protection... in exchange for her body.
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'What if I refuse?'
Reaching out, his fingers toyed with the collar of my dress. 'I suppose we would just have to hold you down,' he suggested dangerously, his fingers gripping the collar of my dress, eyes gazing at me so invitingly. I couldn't help but feel something in me relax as he continued to look at me.
Shades of pink poured into my cheeks and without thought, my gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips.
I shook my head. 'Stop it.'
'Stop what?' he started, pulling me closer to him. My body arched into his, our bodies fitting together like parts of a puzzle.
'Whatever you're doing. Stop it,' I pulled away, deliberately trying to focus my eyes at anywhere but him.
His chuckle vibrated through his body to mine, sending a chill down my spine. 'I'm not doing anything,' he said and with one tilt of his head, closed the space between us. He tasted like mint and blood. I didn't mind. His lips were soft, full, and cold.
I thought I heard a growl behind me, but the touch of his tongue on my lips erased all trace of Kenzo from my mind.. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips and I parted them, allowing him inside. His kiss was passionate and hot, burning me from the inside out. His hands were on my shoulders, tight enough to keep me in place, but not so tight that I couldn't pull away if I wanted to.
Trembling, I struggled to find reason through the haze of the moment. Yet, as his tongue continued to dance with mine, my thoughts were jumbled together, making little sense.
Something like panic started to build in my chest, but only for a moment, a stray murmur in a roaring of pleasure of his lip on mine. I could feel him, every inch of him, every breath he took, everything he felt. Something wound tight, strong, and sharp, coursing through my veins and stabbing in the depths of my heart. He consumed me, taking control.
What was it that I was feeling? My blood seemed to roar, pounding, echoing in my chest as things clicked into place. The very air around us grew dense, shrouding us in darkness despite the lights.
Had I been holding onto my hate for him because it was easier? That couldn't be right. It was so much easier to love this strange vampire in front of me.
Too soon, he pulled his mouth away from mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my chin and to my neck. His long fingers unzipped the dress from behind and he pulled one sleeve off my shoulder, his mouth trailing after it. His tongue licked above the dip in my neck.
Gasping, I scrunched my eyes shut and clutched at the fabric covering his chest, pushing against the intensity of him as his touch skimmed down my bare shoulder, tugging the dress all the way down my hand. The feel of his warm breath wafting over my collar bone propelled the heat to every part of my body, tearing a whimper from my lips.
'Stop this,' I gasped, but my fingers gripping his shirt tightly, pulling him closer.
From under his lashes, his eyes leveled themselves upon me, boring into my soul as he drew his lips back and sunk his teeth into my neck, creating punctures in the soft skin. A hot, torrid shock was sent straight to my loins as I arched my back and released a needy moan, echoing down the hall.
I felt Kenzo's hands around my waist, keeping me on my feet as Diego drank from my veins.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Rose, Daisy

Leseproben

Chapter 1: Werewolf's Intention
"I'm fine, mom," I said for what was beginning to feel like the hundredth time. It was a lie and she knew it. I was far from fine. I was a mess, but I needed time to get myself back together before I could face her- face anyone without breaking down. I hated myself for being so weak. I was an artist who couldn't draw. Even holding the phone close to my ears hurt my fingers. My hand trembled a little and I wondered briefly what would happen if I stopped talking to her in the middle of our conversation. Nothing good probably. Seeing that I was struggling with the menial task, Kenzo slipped into the payphone and held the phone to my ear, his palm warm against my hand. 'It's going to be okay,' his entire demeanor seemed to say. He exuded a sort of calm that made it easier to breathe, though he was pressing a little too close to me for comfort. His body was warm against mine, his chest pressed against my back as he leaned into the small booth. I blinked, stunned for a minute as my mother continued asking questions that I had already answered half a dozen times in the same conversation. I couldn't hear a word she was saying. "Mom, I'm running out of change. I'll be back as soon as I can, alright?" I lied. When I told Kenzo I needed to talk to my mother and let her know I hadn't been murdered during my holiday, he provided me with an entire bag of coins. Enough for twelve laundry visits. "Did- did you meet Pierre?" she asked a little timidly, finally asking the one question that had no doubt been plaguing her mind since the beginning of the call. "Master Diego Pierre," I murmured, my thoughts drifting... ... "Do you trust all the strangers you meet so easily?" He whispered against my ear as my blouse fell onto the floor. "No," I shivered as I was suddenly in my underwear before him. He expertly unhooked my bra and slid it over my arms. I let that fall without protest. Under his heated gaze, I was suddenly rapt with desire, the sensation running from the base of my neck all the way to my toes. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. I bit my lip and stared into his eyes, finding myself reluctant to look anywhere else. They were so beautiful, burning with a passion that warmed my body. When his fingers skimmed around my bare nipples, I let out all the air in my lungs and my fingers on his arms tightened. The light, airy caress on my pink buds made them rise to attention. "I need a taste of you," he whispered urgently, his fingers drifting lower, edging around my hip and down to my inner thigh. "I- ah-" I was quieted by his fingers brushing against me, his hand fisting in my hair to pull my neck further to the side. His free hand slid under the waistband of my pants and cupped the throbbing heat between my legs. "I do apologize, my dear," he said, confusing me with his cryptic apology. His teeth raked down my neck and without so much as a warning, he bit down hard, breaking the soft skin on my neck with his teeth. At the same time, he pushed my underwear to the side and slid a finger into the wet entrance between my legs. I didn't know which was worse, the pain of his finger sliding into my body or his teeth sinking into my neck. ... "Did you know he's a vampire, mother?" Of course she knew. How could she not know Master Diego Pierre was a vampire. He was the man who turned my father into a vampire. "I wished you had called earlier, Rae," she sighed, ignoring my question. It was my turn to sigh. She knew I was going to be unreachable once I reached the Castle. There was no reception that deep into the forest where the castle hid, but she had been expecting my call sooner. I missed my flight back to Australia and now I was going to have to save up for the flight tickets, but that wasn't the only reason I didn't want to return yet. Truthfully, I was worried that my mother would take one look at me and see all the torture I had gone through. I didn't know if I could handle her pity.. and her guilt. It wasn't her fault she thought 'Grandfather' Pierre would take care of me when I reached the States. She had expected a warm welcome and a family reunion. Instead, what I got was some power-crazed vampires who tortured and almost killed me. Twice. They imprisoned me there, treating me like 'human scum'. When I bled, they drank from my wounds like starved animals. My fingers rubbed on my neck, almost in a daze. There wasn't even a scar there to remind me of the pain I suffered. It was only when Master Pierre returned that I could leave. My heart tightened in pain at the thought of the man. Master Diego Pierre was the vampire who turned my father. He was a monster and the reason I suffered at the hands of his... friends. "I'm sorry, mom. There wasn't any reception there and I lost my phone." "So you know what you are?" she murmured. I pushed the frustration down my throat. It was hard not to resent her. She should've warned me before sending me packing to visit a faraway relative who wasn't even human. She should've said something. But it wasn't fair to blame her. I wouldn't have believed her even if she had said anything. It wasn't as if she could provide proof. She was only human. Such things were... beyond her. She didn't know the cruelty some monsters were capable of. They were beyond me until a little while ago. What I was... was complicated. I was the result of the love affair between a vampire and a human. A hybrid. But Kenzo said I was more human than vampire. I neither thirst for blood nor share the same fear of garlic. The only advantage I had over human beings was an incredible healing ability. It was the only reason I hadn't been killed a thousand times over. No, the only reason I was still alive was because of Kenzo. Because he saved me. "Raelynn?" she prompted after a long silence. "Yes, mother. I know what I am," I said, unable to help the iciness from seeping into my voice. I felt heat emanating from Kenzo as he glared at the man outside the booth. The man was waiting his turn, but Kenzo's glare sent him away. My frown turned into a small smile. "Mom, I'll talk to you later, alright?" Another lie. I wasn't keen on talking to her again anytime soon. Even the short conversation was exhausting. Before she could respond, I hung up the phone and sighed. "Everything alright?" Kenzo asked as we exited the booth that was really only meant for one. I didn't mind though. His presence was comforting. "Fine," I said automatically, then smiled as his brows furrowed. "Really," I insisted, linking my arm with his so we could continue walking. We had been doing a lot of that since I woke up that morning. Just walking. Occasionally he would pull me into a store and buy something. I was in dire need of new everything, especially since we didn't take my luggage with me during the escape. Neither of us realized the extent of my injuries until we left the castle and I fell into a coma-like sleep for two days. He was prepared when I woke up, ordering up a feast to the hotel room we had been bunking at. I always wake up ravenously hungry after my body heals itself. I couldn't help but wonder what he had been doing the two days I was asleep. Did he just sit there? With discretion, I observed how he cleared the path through the busy road like the red sea. He had an aura about him that just screamed danger. It was such a pity that he looked so angry all the time too. I noticed more than a few women checking him out. He was incredibly handsome. But then he would notice their gazes and glower so obviously that they would turn away as if they had been caught doing something absolutely disgusting. He was wearing a white button up over black slacks that made him look like he had just gotten off work and hadn't bothered putting his suit back on. The shirt covered his wide chest and muscular arms, but he had folded them up so it wouldn't get in his way as he carried the black duffel bag over his shoulder. He had stuffed some clothes in there and I had seen him pull out what appeared to be an unlimited amount of money. His eyes were more red than amber in the daylight and he had gotten through the trouble of trimming his hair. Two days ago, they had been matted with dried blood. "Where are we going, Kenzo?" I asked as he lead us towards a destination only he knew. He frowned harder than normal for a moment, then said, "I was thinking a cruise." "A cruise?" I mumbled, my eyes widening at the suggestion. "You wanted to leave," he said. "We could surround ourselves with water, for a little while," he said pleasantly. It's hard to find someone drifting in the middle of an ocean, I thought quietly. Because I knew Master Diego wasn't just going to let me know. He made his intentions for me clear when we last met. He wanted me. He wanted all of me. "That sounds wonderful," I murmured. He sighed, as if he had been worried that I would say no. It was strangely thrilling to be exploring the world through the eyes of the werewolf beside me. When he saved me from the Castle Pierre, I had only expected him to deposit me to a nearby town and go on his merry way. Instead, he had appointed himself my protector and guardian and had not left my side since. "Thank you, Kenzo," I said suddenly. "For what?" "Everything." The corner of his lips curved into a smile that was a little animalistic in nature, like a snarl from a wolf, reminding me of his true form. He turned to me, his amber eyes slitting as he focused his gaze on me completely. "I'm not doing this out of the kindness of my heart, Rae," he said. I gulped, peeking up at...