The Penalty Box

Riley tilted her head back and laughed as Andre Lepowski whispered naughty sentiments in her ear while swinging her around the makeshift dance floor.

Gosh, she hadn't had this much fun in forever!

Too much work, and way too much studying! She was glad she'd accepted Dean's invitation to be his plus one tonight. It was too bad the baby was sick, she'd bet she and Abby could have caused some trouble out there tonight!

As the song ended and Andre pulled her in close to try and seal the deal, Riley laughed louder. The heat of his mouth tickled her ears, and though the things he said sounded VERY enticing, he was a bit young for her taste. But she had to hand it to him, the boy had game

She used her hands to push on his extremely well-muscled chest and put a little distance between them before her libido forgot just how young he actually was. “Call me in a few years,” she said with a wink, leaving him to stare after her as she headed for the bar.

Her head felt a bit fuzzy, her vision just a tad off, but with an open bar, compliments of the Captain, she sure as hell wasn't done drinking just yet! Riley ordered herself a cocktail and looked around as she waited for it. There were bodies everywhere, the entire team had come, of course, as well as both the bride and groom’s family and network of friends. So lots and lots of people.

And lots and lots of hot guys.

Shame most of them were taken.

Except for Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome next to her. Riley was fairly certain he was single, and she was ready to mingle!

“Well, hey there!” she said, plopping her elbow down on the bar top and resting her chin against her palm.

Denver looked around for a second, his brows raising a bit as he took in the sight of her, and her million-watt smile.

Riley could charm the plaster off a statute with that smile, or so she'd been told. And though she was anything but graceful just now in her pursuits, she was full of liquid courage.

“Want some sex on the beach?”

His eyes widened, “pardon?” he asked, trying to shake the cobwebs from his addled mind.

Riley held up her glass as the bartender handed it to her, “it's sex on the beach, you want some?” She asked before taking a slow sip and suggestively licking her lips.

“Oh, uh, no thanks,” Denver managed, holding up his own drink and taking a quick swig from the bottle before setting it back down on the coaster.

“It's Denver right?”

His smile was slow, and kind of lopsided, but she liked how it reached all the way up to those big blue eyes of his. “Yeah.”

Riley swung her arm out from under her, her head nearly falling into the bar top before her brain could catch up with the command, but she somehow managed to pull it together in time without him noticing and held it out to him. “I'm Riley, it's nice to meet you, Denver.”

He smiled again, clearly just as slow on the uptake as she was. Perfect, they were both lit.

“Are you friends of the bride or groom?” Denver asked, finally able to find his voice.

“Neither.”

“Come again? What, are you like a wedding crasher?”

Riley laughed, and the sound of her husky laughter did little to settle Denver's nerves. Something about her just put him on edge.

She shook her head, her short pixie cut dark hair bouncing around her face in waves, “I'm a friend of Abby's, I'm here with Dean, his plus one if you will.”

He looked a little perturbed, if not, even, a little concerned “where's Abby? Is everything okay?”
Pulling the little sword from her drink, Riley wrapped her tongue around one of the cherries and slipped it off, catching it between her teeth and biting into it with vigor. She watched with pleasure as Denver gulped visibly, seemingly mesmerized by the display.

“The baby is a little under the weather, so Dean asked me if I wanted to come. They live right next door though if you wanted to pop in and say hi.”

Catching himself, Denver smiled a little sheepishly, “Oh yeah, I, uh, I knew that.”

Riley knew she had him hooked at this point, like a little fish, just dangling on the end of the line.

It was time to reel him in.

“So do you want to get a room?”

Denver snapped his head around so fast, he thought for sure he'd have whiplash. “Sorry?” he stammered, certain he hadn't heard her correctly.

Riley's lips curved into a potent smile, “I said, they make a lovely bride and groom.”

Sighing audibly, Denver forced himself to relax. He must have had too much to drink, that or his brain was too far into the gutter after watching that little charade of hers with the cherry.  He was only hearing what his dick wanted to hear at this point.

“Yeah, they uh, they make a great couple,” he coughed, trying to clear his throat. It felt thick, like he'd swallowed his Adam's apple or something.

With a cherub-like smirk on her face, Riley nearly burst out laughing. She had to bury her face in her palm to contain it. “Oh, come on Denver,” she teased, “you couldn't possibly have fallen for that.”

It took him a minute, he had to sort through what he thought he heard, and what he wanted to hear, again, but he was pretty sure he knew what was going on here. “You're fucking with me aren't you?”
Riley nodded, still trying to sustain the giggles she was all but choking on.

“So you did just proposition me for sex? My brain didn't just make that part up?”

That did it. Riley keeled over at that point, holding onto her sides as they split into pain from the laughter that poured out of her.

Denver couldn't help it, her laughter was infectious, and he found himself laughing heartily along with her.

After several long minutes, when they were finally able to catch their breaths, Riley waited for what felt like an eternity for Denver to look her in the eyes again.

“So big fella...you lookin' to score?”

Shaking his head slowly, Denver sort of half laughed as he took it all in. Her, the proposition, the shitty night he'd been having, it was all quite overwhelming really.

“It's not often the goalie gets to score,” he retorted.

Riley nodded and bit her lower lip, her brows raising as she admired his witty comeback. “I bet you'd be a lot of fun.”

To hell with it. He was going for it.

“Only one way to know for sure.”

Riley and Denver stood together just outside the door to one of the rooms of the connecting hotel. With the key card in one hand, Riley smacked it lightly against the palm of the other, turning and leaning up against the door so she could see him better, God but he was tall!

“You're sure about this?” She asked.

“Just open the door, Riley.”

“Alright then, let me just slide this in right here...” she crooned, slowly slipping the key card into the lock and pulling it back out quickly when it lit up.

Denver groaned, using his size to gently coax her into the room a little faster than the snail's pace she was going at. The more he thought about what was going to happen in the next few minutes, the more he wanted her.

Riley was definitely unlike any woman he'd ever met.

He'd say she was probably pretty average in height, somewhere around 5'7 or so, but that's about where the comparison to the word “average” ended. She had a pixie-like face in that it was angular, with a sharp chin and high cheekbones, but her big doe eyes really softened her features, and the whiskey color of them was absolutely mesmerizing.

Her hair was short and choppy, framing that exotic face, and her body, though slender, was full of womanly curves.

His sister would probably call him an idiot for hooking up with a woman he'd just met, and to be honest, he was a bit skeptical at first himself, but whether it was the fact that she was a friend of Abby's or because he'd consumed one too many drinks in his quest to forget France's admission, when she made the offer, well, it was one he just couldn't seem to refuse.

Riley let him back her into the room, looking around his massive frame as he kicked the door shut. Her body trembled with excitement, anticipating what she hoped to be an all-night affair.

As they neared the bed, Riley put up a hand to intercede, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her cell phone.

“What's this?” Denver quipped, “A delay of game? I might have to penalize you for that Riley.”

Riley had to quickly cover her mouth to prevent herself from spitting on him as she tried desperately to choke back the laughter that surfaced.

“I just need to text Abby real quick so she doesn't worry,” she said, regaining her composure. “But depending on what a penalty entails, I might just take you up on that.”

Denver blushed, surprised he'd been so forward with her just now and even more shocked by her quick retort. If not a little excited about the implications of such a remark as well. “What are you going to tell her?”

Riley cocked one brow, hitting the send button on her phone and laying it on the bedside table. “I told her I was drunk and getting a room, that I didn't want to disturb the baby.”

“Is that how you want to play it?”

“Oh honey,” she purred in a low husky whisper as she stepped closer to him, “we haven't even begun to play.”

“Careful Riley, I might have to get you for instigating a fight,” Denver gasped as she hooked her fingers in his belt loops and tugged him closer.

“Mmm... yeah... penalize me,” she teased. “Are you going to spank me, Denver? I might like that.” Riley bit her lower lip as she stared him down, her hands inching toward the snap of his pants.

Gulping audibly, Denver reached for her hands, taking a deep breath so he could get his thoughts together. “N-no, no spanking,” he mumbled, finally gaining control of the situation.

With little effort on his part, Denver managed to get Riley on her back and himself between her legs before she could so much as take her next breath. In the next instant, as she struggled to right herself and get her equilibrium back in order, he had her completely pinned beneath him and at his mercy.

“What are you going to do to me, Denver?” She whispered into his ear, pleased with herself as she felt him tremble.

“Two-minute minor,” he hissed through his teeth when he felt her tongue dart into his ear.

Still very much holding her as his captive, Denver went to work. With one hand sliding down the length of her sleek little frame, he used the other to brush the hair from her neck and lowered his mouth in order to get his first taste of her.

She smelled like heaven, and she tasted like sweet honey and bourbon. Bold. Spicy.

It was all Denver could do not to rip her clothes off and dive right into her. He could already picture her naked and writhing beneath him. His groin ached, and his body throbbed with anticipation.

Riley squirmed and giggled under him, just the weight of his body was enough to send her hormones into overdrive. But what he was doing to her neck, and the way his hand lightly skimmed her body, she thought she might explode.

Denver used his teeth to punish her, and his tongue to soothe. He sucked, he nibbled, and he teased. He licked, lapped, and laved at the delicate skin of her neck and throat, not forgetting, of course, to pay special attention to her ears.

“Am I... out of... the penalty box?” Riley gasped as Denver suddenly eased up.

“For now,” he replied, looking deep into that hypnotic gaze of hers and forcing himself to hold on.

Riley put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him down to her, their lips meeting tentatively at first, his breath whispering over her mouth in a warm caress. She could feel the tremors in his body, the tension of his muscles as he bore down on her.

And it drove her mad with need, with want.

Pulling back every time she tried to take the kiss deeper, Denver forced Riley to let him control the pace. Sliding the tip of his tongue gently around her mouth, and slipping it between the soft fullness of her lips before sucking the lower half into the heat of his mouth and biting down ever so lightly.

Riley's hands slowly maneuvered away from his face and wound around the back of his head, her fingers lacing into his thick dark hair as he finally stopped teasing her and took the kiss in a more passionate direction. His tongue prodding and urging hers into battle.

They fought like warriors, jabbing and thrusting, trying to overtake the opposition by sheer force and will. But in the end, as they conceded to each catch their breath, it was Riley who made the next move.

With expert skill, she quickly dispatched with the buttons of his shirt, pushing the silky material off his shoulders and admiring his masculine form.

“Holy abs Batman!” Riley sputtered, running her hands along his hard-packed abdomen.

Denver chuckled, flinching a little under her touch.

“Ooh, is someone ticklish?” she grinned, moving her exploration further south. Reaching for her hands as her fingers dipped between his waistband, Riley pushed him away and wagged a finger in his face,

“Uh-uh, that's interference.”

“Oh no, you don't!” He growled pushing her back into the mattress as her hand clamped around him.

“Denver! That's unsportsmanlike conduct! Really! Take it like a man!”

“No way! That's holding!” Denver snapped back, groaning as she began to stroke him.

It was a painstakingly slow process, as he fought the urge to let her continue to examine his body, but Denver finally managed to pry Riley's hand out of his pants, and pinned both arms above her head with one hand, while he used the other to push her dress up above her navel.

“Two minutes... roughing...” she moaned, as he slipped one finger between her satiny skin and the elastic band of her panties.

“I'll give you your two minutes,” Denver grunted while he admired the meticulously groomed cleft between her legs.

Grabbing the small scrap of lace that she called underwear, Denver nearly ripped them as he slid them over her buttocks and down her legs while still managing to keep her arms locked above her head with the other hand. He took his time letting his free hand roam back up her shapely and velvety smooth legs. The woman had legs for miles it seemed, and they were damned fine legs indeed.
Riley quivered when his hand stopped high up on her thigh, just outside of the valley between them.

Little earthquakes of pleasure erupted throughout her central nervous system. It was pure torture. The way he looked up at her with those big blue eyes from beneath those long dark lashes would have been more than enough to set her body aflame, but with his fingers so perilously close to her core, yet so tantalizingly far away, she thought she just might die.

Denver could easily sense her frustration, he could feel her intensity, her desire, and need. With a low chuckle, he released her hands and lifted her bottom closer to his mouth.

Riley groaned and tensed as the heat of his breath tingled against her soft womanly mound.
Parting her feminine folds with ease, Denver took her full into his mouth, catching that sensitive little nub between his teeth, then thoroughly sucking on it between the jabs and rolls of his tongue.

Riley arched her back, writhing and wriggling underneath him as he continued this onslaught of her most intimate parts. At one point, when she felt like she'd burst if he didn't stop, Riley grasped at his shoulders in an attempt to pull him up.

“Uh-uh,” he mocked between thrusts of his tongue. “No interfering with the goalkeeper while he's in the crease.”

Panting now, Riley flung her head back into the pillows and tried to hold herself together as he took up right where he'd left off, driving her completely insane.

Denver used his mouth and hands in ways that Riley didn't even know was possible, and every time she thought she might combust he'd pull back just enough to keep her from going over that ledge. By the way he laughed each time she groaned, she knew he was enjoying this torture far too much.

Just wait until she got her hands on him, boy was she going to make him pay!

As she reached that plateau again, fearing he might continue his tirade, she was surprised when he slipped a finger inside the heat of her body and forced her to face the fire. He pushed her, no, he threw her over the edge and made her climax with such intensity that her entire body was wracked with spasm after spasm of agonizing pleasure.

Denver had her dress up and over her head as well as the rest of his clothes off before Riley could even catch her breath. She still hadn't quite come back down to earth as he mounted her once more and tore open the wrapper of a condom, suiting up for battle.

Kissing her neck and shoulders as he rubbed the head of his shaft against her, Riley's head still fuzzy from the attack on her system, she had little time to regain her senses before he nearly had her worked into another frenzy.

But as Denver's soldier neared its destination, Riley rolled her pelvis and thwarted his advance.

“Whoa whoa... watch where you stick that thing!” she squeaked.

With a laugh, Denver began the close the distance between them again, “Well, you're the one who deliberately displaced the goal during a scoring opportunity!”

“Hey! You were about to make an illegal entry off a breakaway!”

“Fair enough,” Denver conceded, “I guess I had a little more to drink than I thought.”

“Ya think?”

Denver ended any more argument from her by capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss while he guided his sword back to the opening of her sheath. It was a tight fit, but he forced his way in.

Riley moaned, her protest barely a decibel above a whisper as Denver all but swallowed the sound.

With slow, sure thrusts, she enveloped him, absorbing the thick length of his manhood into the core of her being. When Denver was sure he wouldn't cause her any more pain, he began to build the rhythm.

He kept the tempo slow at first, luxuriating in the feel of her body wrapped around him.

She felt like warm silk, and she tasted like a fine brandy.

Riley arched into him, her fingers digging into his back, her nails scraping his flesh as he quickened his pace. She wanted more of him, all of him, she felt like she couldn't possibly get him deep enough inside her, though he filled her to the hilt.

She wanted to feel him in her soul.

As if he could read her mind, Denver's thrusts became deeper, faster, harder. He plunged into her body over and over, relishing the feel of her muscles as they clamped down on him, as her legs wrapped around his buttocks and pulled him into her.

Denver, continuing his rampage, brought her to the peak just as his own eruption was imminent. The velocity at which they came to the apex of their passions was astonishing. Though it had felt as if they had been joined for hours, it was mere minutes before Riley rode the next wave of ecstasy. She crested over the summit and plummeted into a void of such exquisite satisfaction, and gratification that she nearly lost her mind.

And Denver wasn't far behind.

With a few more strong thrusts, he pitched over and buried himself inside of her.

Rolling over, Denver began the arduous task of catching his breath and slowing his heart rate. Riley gulped in air beside him.

“Wow... that was some goal.”

Denver burst out laughing, “Yeah, I guess you could say I went five-hole.”

Giggling as well, Riley leaned on her elbow and looked down at him, “well, there was a bit of a deflection.”

“Did you want to try again?” Denver asked after another minute or so.

“Hat trick?”

“Let's do it.”

Deleted Scene from Hunting Death

When I first started writing, the title of the book was called Seducing Death. As I continued to build my outline, however, I realized that there was so much that needed to go into this story and I just didn't have room for it all.

So I decided I had no choice but to make this a series, and Seducing Death became the final act. And so The Immortals were born.

This is a four-book series centering around the lives of two individuals who are from completely different worlds.

Like every good love story, there's plenty of drama, heartache, and of course, hot hookups.

I'll be sure to officially introduce everyone to the inner workings of my series, one blog and one book at a time, starting with my cast of characters and basic plot points here but if you're also interested in a peek at some of the themes and concepts of the series as a whole, be sure to check out this blog that jumps into all of that.

While writing the first book of the series, there were several key things that needed to be part of the storyline, and then there was the scene you're about to read. It isn't integral to the plot of the story, it was just fun. I love writing hot, passionate, scenes, and this one took me out of my comfort zone per say.

I usually write female-driven love scenes, though I have on occasion catered to a male audience, in this scene, it's a little of both, and maybe more. This is a first for me in many ways. A threesome. Vampires. Blood. And a transformation.

Why isn't this part of the book you might ask? Unfortunately, during the course of this book, there just wasn't enough room for everything. I've done several revisions already, and taken out a lot, that, while entertaining, wasn't central to the plot. This was one of those things. In addition to being virtually unnecessary in terms of plot, there wasn't enough room in the storyline to properly develop this particular scene.

The timeline jumps too quickly and adding anything in between would just be out of place as well as a filler.

I hope you'll enjoy this scene and that you'll be encouraged to order the first book of The Immortals series. Hunting Death.

Sean was tucking his shirttail into the waist of his jeans when he heard the knock on the door.

Right on time. He thought to himself.

He and Cybil had just finished their little afternoon tryst, it started in the bedroom with Cybil needing to let off a little steam, and ended in the shower where she was free to make as much of a mess as she wanted to.



Holding Cybil up against the shower wall and pounding himself into her was one of Sean's favorite positions. Cybil liked the pain, the bite of his nails in the soft flesh of her hips, the trickle of blood down her thighs. She really got off on that.

And Sean didn't mind the tracks she raked down his back, he found over time, that he rather enjoyed it as well. However, he'd never gone so far as to bite himself during sex as Cybil often did. He liked the violent taste of her blood, the heady scent of lust that coursed through her veins, but it seemed a little too dramatic to him.

And messy. Sean hated the mess.

Strange, that a vampire, an immortal being obsessed with blood, could have an aversion like his, some would call it OCD, Sean, he just called it a waste. He loved the smell of blood, the metallic taste of it, but it was a real bitch trying to get it out of his clothes or those satin sheets Cybil liked so much. He'd rather avoid the mess altogether and drink every last drop of it instead.

And speaking of having a drink. He said to himself as he opened the door and smiled at the leggy blonde on the other side.

"Come on in," He said with a smirk while he looked her up and down.

Lee, who had just come from work, looked stunning as always. Actually, it was her looks that Sean liked most about her, she didn't have much of a personality otherwise, and the fact that Cybil felt threatened by her was definitely an added bonus.

Cybil was like the popular girl in high school. The hot cheerleader whose ass everyone kissed. And Lee the was the shy quiet girl everyone ignored, the one that blossomed into a beautiful butterfly after graduation, and made you question why you hadn't seen it before.

One oozed sexuality, and the other lacked the confidence to see the power she could wield. Lee's latent abilities made Cybil jealous, which, in turn, made their sexual encounters even better when he'd mentioned spending time with her.

Oh yes, Sean was really looking forward to tonight.

Lee smiled, those big brown eyes of hers going all soft and doe-like as she batted her lashes and headed into the living room with him.

"I'm so glad you texted me, Sean," she said sweetly, taking a seat on the sofa.

"Is that right?"

"I have so much to..." She nodded, trailing off when her eyes wandered towards the hall.

Sean turned, his grin widening. Cybil leaned against the doorframe to the bedroom, her wet hair pulled back, and her robe tied loosely around her body.

"Oh, don't let me stop you." Cybil insisted, stepping away from the door and heading in their direction. "By all means, continue."

Lee was visibly shaken, nervous even. Cybil and Lee had met a couple of times in the last few months, and Lee was more than aware of the dynamic between Cybil and Sean, but the fantasy of it all seemed to appeal to her more than her own good sense.

That didn't mean she was comfortable around Cybil though, and she usually insisted that she only met with Sean when she had information to pass along. She'd been to the apartment twice, but both times, Cybil had been out.

"I uh, I wasn't expecting to see you here."

Cybil sat down next to Sean, laying a hand on his leg. "Oh?" She asked tartly, though Sean could sense the bite in her tone. "I do live here you know."

"Right, right." Lee laughed nervously. "Of course you do. I only meant that I haven't seen you very much, and Sean says you're almost never home."

"Mmm."

"N-not that that's a problem." Lee continued to backtrack, trying not to stuff her foot any further into her mouth. "I'm sorry, maybe I should just go."

Though he smiled, Cybil finally caught wind of the anger emanating from Sean, she sighed and squeezed his leg as a sign of understanding.

Giving Lee one of those awkward mean-girl smiles meant to set someone at ease while they secretly shot invisible daggers at you, Cybil finally turned on the charm and tapped into one of her more persuasive personas.

"There's no need for you to leave, I'm not going to bite you." Cybil laughed in that seductive accent of hers. "At least not yet."

Lee gulped, but Sean could see the tension in her body begin to ease. And he could feel the waves of Cybil's emotions in the air. It was a calming sensation, one designed to lull you into thinking the danger you saw glittering in her eyes was just a trick of the light. And it worked.

Lee's shoulders slumped a little, she got comfortable on the couch, crossing her legs as she sat back.

Those legs. Sean's eyes traveled the length of those legs. Lee was wearing shorts today, they stopped at about mid-thigh exposing miles of smooth creamy skin the color of light mocha, the sun was good to Lee, very good.

Choking when he sensed the quick change in Cybil's mood, whose gaze suddenly bore down on him, Sean took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. He hoped it gave her the security she was obviously lacking.

"So, Lee." He said, clearing his throat. "What was it that you wanted to tell me, I mean, us." He managed, Cybil's grip tightening until he finally tore his eyes away from her legs.

Lee seemed to light up again, the way she had when she'd first walked in the door, and now that the tension in the room had passed, she was eager to spill her guts, a thought that had Sean licking his lips unconsciously.

For the next few minutes, Lee excitedly filled them in on what she knew about the case involving Keith, some of which they already knew, including the latest findings from the animal pathologist. She hadn't stuck around to find out what had happened more recently, but she promised she'd tell them as soon as she knew.

Cybil, however, bored by her lack of knowledge, had other ideas.

Still broadcasting a serene and calming aura, Cybil crossed to the loveseat where Lee sat, taking the girls hands in her own.

"Do you still fantasize about what it would be like to be, you know, like us?" She asked seductively.

Lee swallowed and nodded.

Cybil cast a mischievous smile in Sean's direction, standing, and pulling Lee along with her. "No time like the present, eh?"

Lee gulped again, she appeared a little more hesitant as she stood and allowed herself to be led towards the hall. "N-now?"

Though Sean stayed on the couch, he turned, following their every movement, every muscle in his body coiled tightly and ready to spring into action.

"Yes, now. You do still want this, don't you?"

"Y-yes." Lee stammered.

Cybil traced a finger along the length of Lee's neck, slipping under the collar of her shirt and skimming the tops of her breasts, which heaved with each unsteady breath she took.

"Brilliant. Although," she said with a nod in Sean's direction. "I thought we'd have a little fun first."

With Cybil's fingertips dipping lower into her shirt front, Lee gasped and turned her head while Sean quickly came up behind her, his breath warm on her neck.

"But I'm not..." She protested breathlessly.

Cybil placed her finger against Lee's lips, taking a step closer and forcing Lee against the length of Sean's hard torso behind her. "You will be," Cybil whispered as she took a step backward loosening the belt of her robe on her way into the bedroom.

Sean coaxed her forward with his body, and though she wanted to resist, a part of her fearing she'd made a grave mistake in trusting either of them, Lee took one hesitant step after another, her eyes wide as she focused on Cybil in front of her.

They led her to the bed, Sean's hands coming around her body, his fingers deftly removing her shirt, one button at a time. Cybil watched with pleasure, a wide grin on her face while she toyed with the front of her robe.

Sean's lips found the side of Lee's neck, he pushed the shirt off her shoulders one at a time, kissing the exposed skin. She shivered. His tongue caressed the throbbing artery that pulsed to the beat of her wild heart. Like a thousand hooves thundering across the prairie, the blood pounded in her brain.

Lee was starting to lose focus, she felt a desire and longing unlike one she'd ever known before. Her head was swamped with passion and pleasure. Managing even a single thought of her own was more effort than she currently possessed the strength for.

She let all of the emotions slide over her like a wave, pulling her away from the shore, away from safety. She was drowning in the sensations, and in that moment, she didn't care if she ever took another breath again.

Sean's mouth teased and punished, he licked and sucked on her ears, he nipped gently along the line of her collarbone, his hands all the while undressing her. Cybil watched at first, a hand slipping inside her robe as she touched herself.

Cybil waited until all of Lee was bared to her, then braced Lee back up against Sean, who continued to evoke passion, his mouth greedily seeking every inch of her neck and shoulders. And finally, Cybil's hands sought her body.

She cupped one breast, enjoying the feel of it, the weight in her hands, she moaned, leaning forward to taste the taut nipple she rubbed between her fingers. Lee gasped, her torso arching forward while her backside was cradled by Sean's arousal behind her.

Sean pressed himself closer, nestling himself between her glutes, his hands sliding down her body and delving into the hollow within her thighs. He kissed her harder, his lips bruising her, his teeth scraping the soft flesh along her jawline.

Feasting on one breast and then the other, Cybil continued to knead them as her mouth sought Lee's, capturing her lips and rendering her defenseless. She could no longer discern one sensation from another as Cybil's tongue was thrust into her mouth and twisted tightly around her own.

Her vision blurred, so she closed her eyes, leaning into Sean, depending on his strength as they wrought havoc on her naked flesh. Each kiss, each touch, brought her closer to insanity, and she found herself welcoming it like an old friend.

Somewhere in the midst of the attack, Lee felt herself sink onto the bed, Cybil following her down as Sean stood by and watched, his fingers slow to release the buttons on own his shirt. His eyes wide as he took in the sight of them.

Her hands unsteady, her brain unsure, Lee reached out and disrobed Cybil, the slight heat of her flesh searing her own body as her breasts pressed into her, one leg parting hers, a strong thigh rubbing smoothly against her pulsating womanhood.

Cybil kissed her deeply, passionately, the way no man ever had. She'd been curious once, had wondered what it might have felt like to be with a woman, and she'd fantasized of course, about being with Sean, being with a vampire. But this, there was just no way she could have anticipated this.

Like every nerve ending was on fire, passion burned within her, flames licking at her with each flick of Cybil's tongue. Cybil moaned and purred into her mouth, her hands grasping and stroking. But where was Sean?

Lee opened her eyes only to find him gone, she couldn't see much beyond Cybil's head as her mouth glided down the column of her neck and across her collarbone in search of the breasts she'd earlier abandoned. But as Cybil continued lower, licking and sucking along her shivering torso, Lee finally found him.

Sean kneeled on the floor at the foot of the bed, his arms entwined around Cybil's thighs, his face buried in the valley between them. Cybil's body seemed to rock and roll to the rhythm of his mouth, with each thrust of his tongue, she seemed to electrify. One hand dug into the bedsheets, the other squeezing one tender globe and then the other, she was all over Lee. Her mouth was here and then it was there.

And finally, she reached the delta below. Lee arched her body into Cybil's mouth, she gave herself over to the fever raging within. Rational thought went out the window the moment Cybil's tongue began to surround her, pulling her into the expanse of her mouth. The heat of her breath penetrating her, her blood beginning to boil.

On the verge of exploding like a brick of dynamite, Lee inhaled sharply when Cybil sank her teeth into the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Her upper body lurched forward and collapsed back in sheer ecstasy as Cybil began to drain her slowly.

Sounds came out of her mouth that she'd never heard before, her ears rang with them, her head buzzed. Her body convulsed, shattering under the force of her orgasm.

As the feelings refused to subside, the orgasm washing over her again and again, eroding at her like the waves to the shoreline, she found herself beneath Sean, and she could taste Cybil on his lips. It only served to make her want more.

Cybil lay nearby and watching, stroking herself as Sean took over, sliding into Lee's body, thrusting wildly. Lee arched into him, her nails raking his back, her mouth subdued by his. Sean's tongue invading and conquering, his shaft piercing her to the hilt, she consumed him.

And yet, she wanted more.

She pulled him closer, wrapping herself, and her legs around him, forcing him as far as he could go, urging him to go faster. Ripping her mouth from his, she turned to watch Cybil watching them. Her face and her chest were covered in blood, her blood, but Lee didn't care, she found all of it to be so erotic. She was so turned on she thought she might erupt into flames at any minute.

Sean waited, he brought her to the brink, he pushed her over, and then the fire broke out around them, inside of them, his fangs dipping into her neck, as his body trembled and emptied inside of her. Cybil stroked herself faster, blood began to pool around Lee's neck and head, dripping down the side of the bed, she reached out, running her fingers through it, smearing the blood across her lips as she came, as they came. The three of them, simultaneously.

Lee's whole body pulsed with electricity, she felt like a strung-out junkie looking for her next fix. It felt so good it almost hurt. There was a pain deep inside, a coldness creeping up her spine as Sean continued to suck on her neck. Draining her. He was draining her. Lee started to panic, she couldn't move.

The finger of death ran along her body, so cold. She suddenly felt so cold. She told him to stop, but even words failed her. Her breath escaped in a harsh sob as she parted her lips to scream, the pleasure was intense, too much, too strong. It hurt, it felt so good it hurt. Ecstasy, agony, Lee was having a hard time distinguishing between the two, and then all at once, her mind went blank.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body went limp. Blackness, cold, and dark, swallowed her whole.

"Careful Sean, we're not trying to kill her." Cybil chuckled, reaching for him.

Sean pulled back slowly, she'd tasted so sweet, her body had enveloped him so tightly, but she'd gone lax now as she lost consciousness. He slid from her welcoming sheath regretfully, wishing her body was still writhing around him. Oh, the soft sweet sounds she'd made with him inside her.

The panic she'd felt at that last moment as he'd nearly drained her dry, it was the sweetest taste of all.

"Sean?" Cybil cooed, sitting on the bed beside them, and running her fingers along the bloody torso. "Would you like to do the honors?"

He cocked his head, his gaze questioning. "You mean...?"

She nodded.

Sean burst into a wicked smile, biting into his own wrist and letting the blood drip into Lee's mouth as Cybil held it open.

In his seven years as a vampire, he hadn't turned anyone, Cybil had yet to let him. She didn't turn people on a whim, kill them, yes, but turn them? No. Cybil had told him long ago, before his own transformation, that she had some common sense when it came to that kind of thing.

He wondered then, what her plans were for Lee. Cybil did nothing without first thinking it through long and hard. She had confided once that she didn't turn anyone unless she could live with for the rest of her life. She said a vampire was ultimately responsible for their own creations, so what did that mean for Sean and Lee?

Was Cybil giving him a gift, or was it a curse?

Cybil grabbed her robe moments later and headed for the bathroom, leaving Sean to watch Lee as she transitioned.

After grabbing a couple of rags, Sean cleaned the blood splattered over her naked body and moved her into a chair by the window to strip the bed, then he headed for the spare bathroom and took a quick shower himself.

When he came back, he found the apartment empty but for the half-dead woman still collapsed in the chair in the bedroom. Cybil had left them, curious, he called her cell, but it went straight to voicemail. While a small part of him was concerned and wondered what Cybil was up to, Sean couldn't help but be curious about Lee's transitioning.

He knew what it felt like to transition, but what did it look like?

Sean moved Lee back to the now bare mattress and wrapped a robe around her, then he sat down and watched her body battle the virus as it consumed her.

Her skin seemed to twitch and jerk. Her pulse vibrated, and her heart rate slowed. He could see her eyes jumping beneath the lids, back and forth they fluttered. Her whole body trembled. He touched her, running a finger along her face, she shivered. The heat fled from her skin, that rosy hue in her cheeks paling rapidly before his eyes.

It was fascinating.

She took a sudden breath, a loud, sharp, gasp that startled Sean as she bolted upright, her eyes wide, bloodshot.

"What the hell happened?"

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An excerpt from Seducing Death

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I am currently working on a four-book series called The Immortals. The tentative titles are as follows; Hunting Death, Provoking Death, Killing Death, and Seducing Death. As it stands now, there is a possibility for a fifth book, but I'm going to leave that up to the readers who are enthralled enough to finish all four books.

What I'm about to share with you is waaaay out of order. Sometimes that's just how it happens though. I'll be working on something and then all of a sudden a particular scene plays out in my head, and I don't want to lose it, so I have to write it all down.

And I did. This is probably what I would consider one of my HOTTEST scenes yet. But working with Vampires can be particularly erotic, and sometimes bloody, so this may not be for the faint of heart or easily grossed out.

From the moment I started writing, I never once thought I'd write a paranormal book, especially not something involving vampires, since that's pretty well played out. But I did a TON of research, binge-watched a few TV series, and worked tirelessly to make this my own. There will probably always be SOME ideas that overlap, but I think I've done a damn good job of separating myself from every other book, movie, or TV series out there.

I only hope that by the time I finish writing these books and get them into print (hopefully early next year) I can finally find my moment in the spotlight. I honestly feel like I have original ideas here, and good ones at that. My origins are well thought out, they make sense in a lot of aspects, and my characters are totally lovable and incredibly hot!

So here's to hoping you enjoy what you're about to read, and that you're left on the edge of your seat wanting more!

If you have any questions or comments or want to know more about The Immortals series, please, by all means, feel free to email me! I welcome inquiries of any kind!

And don't forget to check out the first two chapters of Hunting Death!

Excerpt from Seducing Death;
 
The more she looked at him, the more she noticed him, and the more intrigued she became.

She shouldn’t have been entertaining the thoughts that were currently bombarding her, she had Keith and their tumultuous relationship to think about, but with him thousands of miles away, and the devilishly handsome Sean right there for the taking, she was having a hard time listening to that little voice inside that said this was a bad idea.

Madison found herself wondering just what it was, besides the raving lunatic part of him, that Cybil found so fascinating. Surely it was more than just the surface beauty that attracted a woman like Cybil. After all, hadn’t Keith attracted her too? Hadn’t they been lovers once? Cybil certainly had good taste in men, she could give the woman her dues in that regard.

Madison continued her approach, getting within inches of Sean before he looked at her skeptically and took a few steps back, coming up against the wall, Madison still descending upon him, essentially cornering him.

“What are you doing?” He rasped, his voice quivering with uncertainty.

Madison stopped right before their toes would touch, brushing back her thick inky black hair and exposing the slender column of her neck. “I want you to bite me.” She whispered huskily.

Eyes wide, Sean found himself stammering, “Wha-what?”

Madison tilted her head upright so that she could better see his facial expressions, a confident, if not cocky smile on that angelic face of hers. “I said I want you to bite me. Is that so difficult for you to understand?”

Bite her? Had she really said she wanted him to bite her? Sean wasn’t sure what to think, in that moment, he was absolutely sure he was hallucinating. This was Madison. Strong, confident, sinfully beautiful, and totally off-limits, Madison.

Not only would Cybil disown him for such a betrayal, but Keith would surely rip him to shreds for touching even one hair on his beloved’s head. The woman was either testing him, or she’d gone completely mad!

“Why would I bite you?” He asked, hoping his voice sounded stronger than it had a moment ago.

“I just want to test a little theory, that’s all. Just one little bite. Come on,” she coaxed. “Just a nibble.” 

Both aroused and alarmed, Sean attempted to maneuver himself out of the corner of the kitchen she’d backed him into. But Madison was quicker. Placing a hand on either side of his body, effectively trapping him and forcing him to look her in the eyes, Madison began to work her emotions into a frenzy.

She knew, that despite being younger, she was stronger somehow, and she used that to her advantage. She forced her desire, and her rage onto him. 

 

It wasn’t so much the heat from her eyes, but the emotions she rolled up like a ball of fire and hurled at him with all the speed of a major league pitcher that caught him off guard. Sean had been with Cybil for the past seven years, he was used to emotional torture, though he had never felt anything of this caliber before.

Cybil had often used her charms and worked him into a rage when she wanted him to do her bidding. Or during those times when they found themselves horizontal, she would open herself up to him and allow him to feel her desire, to bask in the flames of her passion.

But even in anger, at her age, Cybil’s powers of persuasion weren’t as concentrated as what he was feeling now. His nerve endings tingled, all of his electrical impulses were wrought with fire and brimstone, like he was burning from the inside out.

Madison pushed her emotions onto him, practically forcing her feelings down his throat. He felt desire, fear, pleasure, and rage all at once. And through it all, one word continued to stick out in his head, she’d focused all of her mental energy on that one desire.

Attack.

It flashed in his mind like a neon strobe. She wanted him to attack. Even as he broke eye contact, his body pressed against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth bared in a painful grimace, her simple command continued to plague him.

There was no escaping the strength of her will, the power of her control.

Her rage flowed through him now like a river of lava. The more he fought, the worse it burned. But Sean tried to remain strong, he fought the urge to give in, even when Madison whispered in his ear to stop fighting it, as she pressed the sweet smelling curve of her neck against him, he held back.

With every ounce of his willpower being tested, Madison seemed to grow stronger, she twisted her rage into pleasure, she made him crave it. Heat pooled in his groin as pain became ecstasy, and fury became obsession.

Madison pressed her mouth to his ear, the wet heat of her words ringing deliciously in his eardrums. She told him to let go, she begged him to give in, and when her tongue slid over his earlobe, when she sucked it into the depths of her mouth, Sean finally lost control.

In one powerful leap, Sean lunged forward, grasping Madison by the shoulders as he craned his neck and sunk his teeth into her. There, at the hollow of her throat, where her carotid artery pulsed to the beat of his own furious heart, he submerged his fangs.

Like biting into a crisp, fresh, apple, Sean felt her skin break. He could hear the rush of her blood despite the pounding of her fervorous emotions still drumming in his head. Then all at once, as the sweet tangy taste of her blood filled his mouth, there was nothing.

Madison went limp in his arms, all of the emotion she’d packed into that one brilliant punch subsided. She was everywhere, all over him, inside of him, and then she was gone. But even as she slid down his body like warm silk, pooling at his feet on the floor, a radiant smile bloomed over her face.

Sean stood over her, he couldn’t move, his brain was mush as he tried to understand what had just happened. He tried to comprehend what it all meant.

Madison’s lashes fluttered against her face, her eyes slowly opening. She sighed, breaking whatever spell had been cast. Looking down, horrified now by himself, by his own actions, Sean slid down beside her, pulling her half into his lap.

“Madison,” he nearly shouted. “Madison, are you okay?”

Holding up a hand, Madison basically shoved it in his face as she reached for him to stroke his cheek, and laughed. “I’m better than okay.”

With an audible sigh, all the pent up air, his fear and frustration flowing in one loud rush, Sean collapsed back against the wall. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt like laughing too.

She was right.

Madison had somehow known that it would be better. Being with Keith, being bitten gently, over and over as he moved sweetly on top of her, inside of her, it was a pleasure greater than any she had ever known.

But this was better.

The amount of effort it had taken to break through the forcefield of Sean’s willpower had nearly drained her. Another few minutes and she would have fainted, she was sure of it. But when he’d caved, when she’d found the switch that turned him on, oh God, there just wasn’t a name for the sheer ecstasy coursing through her veins.

There was a rush of adrenaline as his hands gripped her, his nails digging into her soft flesh. And there was a tiny hint of fear in the long seconds before his teeth dug into her. A small instance when she knew she shouldn’t have tempted fate. But once he made contact, as his needle point fangs dipped into her vein, and her blood sprang to the surface, all she could feel was a sweet agonizing release.

Pleasure washed over her in waves. A flurry of passion, and a storm of rhapsody and utter euphoria. And all that from one, simple, bite.

Laughing almost incoherently, Madison looked up at Sean. He had his head braced against the wall, one hand gripped in his hair, and a smile on his face, with streaks of her blood running from the corners of his mouth, but in that moment, she didn’t think he’d ever looked more free, more peaceful.

Or more ridiculously sexy.

Did she really think that one bite was going to be enough to get him out of her system? She must have been crazy, because now that she’d tasted him, or, more accurately, he’d tasted her, all she could think about was having more. She wanted to taste him too, she wanted to feel his body moving alongside hers. She wanted to see him lose control all over again.

Climbing to her feet, Madison held out a hand to help him up. Sean shook his head at her, but allowed her to assist him, going over to the sink and grabbing a paper towel to clean himself up.

He wiped his face, then walked over to Madison to gently clean the blood from her neck, getting some of the sticky liquid on his fingers. But rather than cleaning it with the paper towel, Sean found himself slipping his fingers into his mouth and sucking the remnants of her blood from his skin.

She tasted like pure heaven.

Licking his lips, Sean looked over to find Madison staring at him with a curious expression on her face. It both excited and frightened him, the latter of which should have been his first indication that what had happened between them, shouldn’t have, and never could, again.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” Madison finally dared to ask.

Sean cocked his head, confused by the statement. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno,” Madison began, backtracking, not so sure she wasn’t making a fool of herself now. “I guess I just thought you got as much pleasure from biting me as I got from being bitten.”

“Pleasure? My biting you was pleasurable? Well, that’s a new one.”

Now she was thoroughly peaked. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?”

Madison laughed, not sure what the next step was in this weird dance they were doing. “Okay, so, not to be, gross, or anything, but well, when I was still human, and Keith and I hooked up, when he, you know, bit me, it was, well, it was amazing.”

“What do you mean, when he bit you? Like, during sex and stuff?”

“Oh, my God, seriously Sean? You’re not going to seriously stand there and tell me you and Cybil never bit each other during sex, are you?”

Sean suddenly seemed awkward, and uncomfortable, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck in a move to stall the conversation.

“Wow. Seriously?” Madison asked again, feeling a little sympathetic towards him.

“No. Okay? No. Cybil and I never ‘bit each other.’ I guess I always just assumed biting was a way to feed. I didn’t know it was sexual.”

“So, let me get this straight. When you bit a woman, you know, to feed, you never noticed how it made her feel?”

Sean was quiet for a moment, his eyes looking up as though he were deep in thought. “I mean, I guess they all mostly moaned and screamed and stuff, but you know, I thought it was because it hurt.”

“What about when Cybil bit you though? To drain your blood? Didn’t you feel it then?”

He shook his head. “She didn’t, she drained my blood through my ankles, she said it was more symbolic.”

“Huh.”

At a loss for words, Madison grabbed a strawberry from a nearby bowl and popped it into her mouth. Either Cybil was a cold and frigid woman, or she didn’t have the kinds of feelings for Sean that Madison thought she had. Maybe Sean was more of a companion, or a toy. Her top lackey.

It made Madison feel slightly sorry for Sean, but it also made her wonder if Cybil didn’t love Sean because she was still in love with Keith.

Wiping the juice from the strawberry off her lips, she caught Sean licking his own as he watched her.

“Hungry, are you?”

Not realizing he had been staring at her while she devoured the succulent piece of fruit, Sean gave his head a quick shake to bring himself back to reality. Only to notice that yes, he was hungry, he was starving in fact, but it wasn’t blood he was hungry for.

With his brows furrowed, Sean reached gingerly towards the bowl of fruit, picking up the biggest strawberry and slipping it into his mouth. It had been seven years since he’d tasted anything beyond blood. Seven years since the tiny little buds on his tongue had known the pleasure or the sweetness of a rich, red, ripe, strawberry.

But as the berry burst in his mouth, as the juice penetrated his senses, he closed his eyes and heard himself moan. He could taste it. He could taste it with an intensity that shook him to his core. It was almost like he could taste the very field it had been plucked from.

Madison laughed at him, making him aware of the clearly embarrassing scene he had created.

“Are you trying to make love to it?” she teased.

Sean just stared at her in wonderment. He couldn’t believe it, but damn it all to hell if the proof wasn’t right there on the tip of his tongue. He could taste it. And now that he thought about it, he realized that for the first time in seven years, he didn’t even crave the taste of blood.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Sean tossed a couple of berries in his mouth, nearly swallowing them whole, then he raced around the counter, swooping Madison up into his arms and twirling her around in wide gaping circles.

Madison laughed, smiling all the while, she didn’t understand the insanity of the moment, but she relished it. Being held in his grasp, feeling the strength and slight heat of his body against hers felt right on so many levels. For the first time in months, she felt like she was home.

Still lost in the daze, distracted by his new found discovery, Sean pulled her fully against him and captured Madison’s wide smile with his mouth, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her for all she was worth, with every ounce of passion and desire that subsided within him.

He told himself it was a thank you. He didn’t know how long this feeling was going to last, but every minute, every second, was a gift to him, a miracle, and he wanted to let her know just how much he appreciated what she’d done to him, for him.

Madison hadn’t been expecting the kiss, she still wasn’t quite sure what had happened, though she suspected she knew the truth even though she didn’t want to believe it. However, when his lips had descended on hers, as his tongue invaded her mouth and provoked her to respond, she lost all ability for rational thought.

Not that she wanted to think. She just wanted to feel.

The strength of his muscles as his body pressed almost painfully against hers. The gentle prodding of his tongue when she gave herself over to the sensation and participated. The hardness of his arousal as she moved to better accommodate him.

She wanted to feel it all. And more.

When Sean finally broke contact, she felt bereft. She hadn’t asked him to stop. She didn’t want him to. And as he stood looking at her with a newfound hunger in his eyes. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him to pull away. He wanted her, but he knew he shouldn’t have her.

And that excited her far beyond everything else she felt.

Madison didn’t speak, she didn’t have to. Words weren’t needed here. She didn’t care about the consequences, about tomorrow, about regret. She wanted Sean with an intensity that she knew was only going to eat her alive if she tried to ignore it. And with every painful breath he forced himself to take, Madison could see, she could sense, that he was having just as hard of a time holding back.

The problem was, Madison had practically been inside his head already, and she knew he had incredible willpower. That he had lost his composure just now and kissed her was a testament to just how much he *was holding back. If she wanted this, if she wanted him, she was going to have to be the one to make the first move.

Despite his bad boy nature, there was good inside of Sean, and perhaps he had gotten tripped up over his resolve when he’d kissed her, but she knew he wouldn’t fall. He would respect her in this. A murderer yes, but was there not still honor among thieves? He would not steal what he perceived to be her virtue.

So she would give it to him.

Just when he thought he was going to be able to catch his breath, Madison launched a full-scale attack. Without warning, Madison both grabbed Sean by the shirt front and shoved every last item off the countertop behind her. Bowls crashed to the floor, glass shattered, spewing in every which way, fruit spilled to the ground, wasted.

But none of it mattered. Madison was so far beyond reason and logic. All she could see was Sean. Her thoughts were consumed by the feel of him, she imagined the taste of him. Madison was greedy for the kind of pleasure that only Sean could give her, and in return, she wanted to show him what he’d been missing all along.

Still pulling him towards her, Madison slid onto the top of the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist as she forced him between them. Finally letting go of his shirt, she threaded her fingers roughly through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as she tugged his face closer, nearly shoving his head into her cleavage.

Though he was in complete shock, Sean needed no further invitation than the one he’d been given, quickly taking control of the situation. He pushed Madison backward, forcing her to lay on the cold granite while he began to take his fill of her. He ripped her shirt, tearing her bra from her torso, and filling his mouth with each exquisite globe, sucking the tender flesh until it bruised.

He nipped at the swell of her breasts, blood seeping from the wounds, he lapped it up before pulling her upright again and sinking his fangs into the side of her neck. Madison gasped, clutching him to her, begging him for more.

So he gave her more.

Sean quickly stripped her of her jeans and panties, forcing her legs apart as he pulled her bottom towards his face, exposing the intimate valley between her thighs. Then he dove straight in, capturing the core of her burning desire between his lips and sucking it into the heated depths of his mouth.

He ran his tongue along the sensitive nub, he lapped at her body, he sucked and twisted her into knots. Then he bit into the tender flesh of her inner thigh, blood flowed freely, he drank his fill, and then he went back for more of the sweet nectar between her legs.

Madison was catapulted over and over into the land of nothingness. For she felt everything, but she knew nothing other than the raging waters of delirium that sprouted up like geysers around her. Swell after swell pulled her into the rip current that continued to drag her under.

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, she didn’t exist outside of this burning sensation. And yet she yearned for more. She craved a completion, a release she couldn’t grasp. Madison was lost to herself, so completely at the mercy of Sean that she could do little more than quake with each new eruption that he caused.

Satisfied that she was truly ready for him, ready to plummet over the last waterfall that waited for them, and still completely unaware of what was to come, Sean finally let up, but just a little. With his hands still plying her into submission, he pulled her face towards him for a kiss.

She could taste herself on him, the sticky sweetness of her body and her blood. And she liked it.

Madison wasn’t sure how she’d react to blood knowing how she’d gagged the first time Sean had shoved it in her face, she was ready to find out though.

Evading the second coming of his mouth, Madison shoved his head to the side and dug her teeth deep into the pulse beating a rapid tattoo at the base of his throat. Madison’s eyes flew open, her pupils almost completely swallowing her irises whole as the first irony drop of blood hit her tongue.

She could taste the metallic tang, but what was more, she could taste his desire. It was like being inside his head, she could feel him, he was surrounding her thoughts, consuming her own emotions. It felt like they were one, as though their bodies had completely merged. And it was only as the next wave of ecstasy rolled over her, drowning out whatever reservations remained that she realized her wrist was in his mouth, his teeth were in her veins.

Oblivious to the world around them, Madison shredded Sean’s t-shirt, biting her way across his chest, licking droplets of blood and watching with an avid curiosity as his body quickly healed the wounds.

Sean stood back with a forced reluctance, allowing her to explore his body. She ran her fingers along his abdomen, and it felt like every last nerve ending was on fire. She dipped her tongue into his navel, and he swore his head was going to explode.

With not so steady hands, Madison helped him out of his jeans, the last barrier that remained between them. And taking the full weight of him into her palm, she squeezed him gently, forcing a moan from somewhere deep inside him.

Madison continued to stroke him, and then she took him as far into her mouth as she could stand. She used her hands to knead him, and her mouth to push him towards oblivion. Sean braced himself against the side of the counter as Madison kneeled before him. She looked up at him with fury in her eyes.

He was torn between letting go and holding on, she drove him mad with want, insane with rapture. It was a kind of mania he couldn’t control, but he had to. It couldn’t end with her mouth around him. He had a deep seeded desire, driven by this fever that wracked his body, a need to be inside her.

Climbing out of the pit of insanity she’d thrown him into, Sean gripped her by the shoulders, lifting her and quickly, though gently tossing her on top of the table in the dining room before pushing himself between her legs and forcing the hard length of himself inside her.

Madison gasped when his body intruded hers, but as the pleasure ebbed and flowed with each thrust, and her sheath accommodated the hard steel of his sword, she wrapped her limbs around him, pulling him as deep as he could go.

Her back arched, her hands gripping the edge of the table, Madison urged him on, meeting each thrust head on. If hell was on earth, she never wanted to see heaven. She could conjure up no greater pleasure than the feel of his body in hers.

But as they rushed towards the roaring waters of hysteria together, Madison knew they weren’t done yet. There were higher planes, deeper pools beyond the four oceans, and they would find them. Even if they got lost in each other, they would find the ultimate gratification. With Sean’s hands on her hips, his fingers digging so deep as to cause bleeding, Madison gave herself over to the madness.

She was close, he could feel it. She was teetering on the precipice, on the edge of the world, ready to fall headlong into the furor. The tension was building, a coil so tight inside him that it would burst rather than unroll. He was coming apart at the seams, unraveling with each thrust. She clamped and clasped him from the inside. Squeezed and milked him, his imminent release boiling just below the surface.

Sean held on as long as he could, he waited until the very last possible second for both of them, then he yanked her forward, shoving his wrist in her mouth just as he locked his own lips around hers. If they were going to go down, they were going to go down in the most epic way possible.

He’d felt the connection earlier, he sensed her deep inside his subconscious, and he read her darkest desires as they filled each other, as they climbed into the other’s body. He would later wonder why Cybil had never mated with him this way, but here, and now, all he could feel was Madison.

As she swam in his thoughts, he tasted her greatest fears, and they gave themselves to one another. It was like a bright light, one they couldn’t escape, and though it brought an incredible pleasure, there was an underlying pain.

The orgasm overtook them both, wracked their minds, their bodies, simultaneously. A pleasure so extreme it almost hurt. So complex they couldn’t comprehend how it existed at all. Sean spilled himself into her, her body convulsing around him, little electrical shocks that prodded him to give her more. So he gave her all of him, and she consumed him whole.

They lay together afterward, Sean collapsed on top of her, there on the dining room table for all the world to see. So spent that neither of them even cared should anyone come looking for them. Splattered in blood. Covered in each other. And yet, not quite sated.

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