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By: Una Skye | Other books by Una Skye Categories: Mainstream Romance, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves, Word Count: 12,000 Heat Level: STEAMY Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
Mary Anne was enjoying her new job on a tropical island as a nurse to soon-to-be-cured vampires. Until the last of them, John Hamill, says he's in terrible danger; the man running the facility is really trying to unlock the secrets of immortality and kill the witnesses. When she discovers the bodies of several of the vampires that supposedly had been cured and released, she helps John escape from the research facility.
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ExcerptADULT EXCERPT "Vampires don't have super strength," John said from behind the thick glass. "Another myth you got from some movie, I suppose." "You don't need it anyway," Mary Anne said into the little microphone beside the window. "You're in there for your own protection. You know what people are like with a vamp around." He laughed and nodded. "True. I had a friend who lost his head in Paris. People get a bit nervous, don't they?" "Guess so." "Not you, though." She punched in a number on a keypad and the door popped open. She motioned for the guards to back off and, reluctantly, they did. This part of the facility was structured like a hotel, rooms on either side of a single, square-shaped floor; a dozen rooms in all. John was the last vamp in and the only one currently in residence. All the others had been cured and released. She stepped into the modest room with its closed-circuit television mounted high in one corner, a bookshelf stuffed with paperbacks and hardcovers below it. There was a dresser, a small desk with a chair and a bed. The bathroom was through a door opposite the bed. A picture of some royal figure perched on the end of the dresser. "What do we have today?" he asked and brushed both her hands with his when he took the tray. Her knees buckled and he grabbed the tray before it fell. She caught her breath and looked up at the six-foot, two-inch man who made her mouth water with lust. From the moment she'd set eyes on him, she had wanted him as deep in her as she could get him. Thank God she didn't have to give him sponge baths. "Tomato soup to start. Lamb and cauliflower for the main, and a nice slice of apple pie for dessert." "Is the lamb bleeding?" he asked and winked, then sat on his bed. Mary Anne huffed and gave him a half-hearted stern look. "You get your transfusion tomorrow." He scrunched down slightly, checking the guards' positions then looked her dead in the eye. "I'm being held captive. There is no cure. He's testing me. Experimenting on me to find the key to immortality. You must believe me." Another quick look to locate the guards then he was back to his jovial, sexy self. "Sounds good. I love fresh lamb." * * * * She felt water dripping on her leg and sat up, panicked. "Shh, it's me." "Oh, thank God," she said and threw her arms around John. The cave was pitch black and cold until John started another fire. Mary Anne brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs for warmth. The orange glow painting the walls of the small cave was like an added layer of warmth. They sat in silence for some time and John shimmied across the log to put his arm around her. "Why did he kill all those men?" she asked and felt John tense. "We're not men to Ryan Ohman. We're material, subjects. But that doesn't answer your question." He stoked the fire with a stick, causing sparks to fly up toward the ceiling. "If any of the vampires had gotten off this island, then Ohman would be a criminal. Kidnapping isn't looked upon kindly, even if it's vampires." "I'm afraid," she said and nestled deeper into John's big chest. Murder was a more heinous crime, and she'd seen evidence of at least four of them. More silence, broken only by snaps from the fire. They stayed huddled together for what seemed like an hour to Mary Anne. Something had been gnawing at her for days now and she finally relented. "Do you really care for me?" She was on the verge of tears and hated herself for being so damned weak. He stood and spun away from her, removing his shirt and placing it on top of the palm fronds they'd gathered to use as their bed. Her uncertainty was gone, replaced by her ever growing want of John Hamill, the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. She nearly stopped breathing when he removed his pants, placing them, too, on the fronds. He stood completely naked, facing her, his manhood pulsing as if it had a heartbeat. She wanted to fly to him, but was afraid to move. Her mind had severed into halves of reality, one in love with this incredible man, the other keenly aware of the skills of a vampire and afraid of him. There was a moment of blackness, as if she'd passed out and awakened in his powerful arms. She couldn't tell if the heat she felt was from the fire or their sexual energy. She was tense, waiting for him to simply take her, to throw her down and do whatever he wanted to her. Her energy began to slowly shift. His arms were a safety net carrying her securely to their makeshift bed on the cave floor, his eyes never leaving hers on their journey downward. He lay beside her, his hand taking a leisurely voyage over her skin, careful to avoid her already hardened nipples. He lightly traced circles around her breasts, paying close attention to the skin under each. At one point Mary Anne moaned from the sheer relaxation of his touch. He chose that moment to hone in on her nipples. The warmth of his mouth around them, his tongue flicking and tracing unrecognizable patterns, sent waves of pleasure flowing through her. She couldn't speak, couldn't beg him to mount her, to take her. She was lost in the bliss of the moment. Another blackout. A loss of time. Kneeling between her open thighs, he kissed a line from her neck to her sex, where he licked and nibbled and licked until orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. She wouldn't have stopped him if she could, regardless of the sexual intensity placed on her body. She arched, hoping he'd understand what she needed. He leaned over her, his member lightly touching her sex, making her spasm, her legs spreading wider with anticipation. Then he was in her, thrusting slowly, but purposefully. Her eyes watered and she panted. As his pace quickened, he dropped down closer to her and her arms instantly wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back for purchase. His face hovered above hers and when he clenched his teeth, moving his hips faster, driving himself deeper into her, she saw his fangs. Bite me. His breath was on her neck, her heart racing toward the inevitable. She was writhing in the throes of another orgasm, her body tensing. Now, damn you. Bite now. Was he punishing her for not helping him to escape sooner? She wanted him to bite her. Needed him to bite her. It would complete the act, proving once and for all that he loved her. He would make her like him and they could be together forever. She wanted him to pull her hair and yank her head back to expose the artery already pulsing in her neck, growing, ready. She was so close to coming it would be incredible. Do it He groaned and thrust hard into her, and she could feel his warmth spreading inside her just as her orgasm sprang to life. Their bodies pulsed in time to the waves of pleasure, then he collapsed onto her, wrapping her up in his arms, pulling her close. "I could love you," he whispered in her ear. "I already love you," she said, and everything went black. |
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