If you don't mind some massive spoilers, and you're okay with pretty much not understanding anything that's going on, then, by all means, I implore you to read ahead.
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!
The more she looked at him, the more she noticed him, and the more intrigued she became.
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.
