Ardel Sak was strong, confident and a stranger to herself. Her mind wiped of all but her name, she is given to a Vimpyr by the name of Sorcal. At first he wants nothing more than her blood, but after fighting for possession of her, his appetites take a decidedly carnal turn. In his arms, she finds the answer to a question she didn't know she should ask. What happens when an Impure Vimpyr and an Impure Terran join forces to fight the new exotic weapons dealers? It is a tale written in flesh and blood.

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"Do you have a name, pet?" His hand stroked her deep chestnut hair off her shoulder.

"Ardel."

"So, they left you that, did they? Fortunate. You may call me Sir or Master Sorcal." He touched her chin and raised her head to take a closer look at her. "Do you know who you are?"

"Ardel Sak of Terra."

"What is your occupation?"

"I don't know." It was in her mind, tantalizingly close, but miles away. She should know what she had done for a living, shouldn't she?

"Understandable. Join me." He leaned back into the shadows and pulled her with him by the grip he still had on her wrist.

A semi-circle couch was inside the shadows. Her new owner settled himself back against the cushions and pulled her to recline against him. It was strange how easy and comfortable it was. Her body conformed to the hard planes of his, as if she had done it a thousand times.

He stroked her hair back from her face and she sighed, it felt far too good. She should be wallowing in fear, but she wasn't. Her inner voice was telling her that Sorcal was a man to be trusted, which was going against the environment and the scent of her blood in the air.

His skin was warm, the opening of his shirt inviting her hand to slide inside as she felt the pounding of his heart. "Why am I so comfortable with you?"

He tugged on her hair sharply.

She looked up at him to see his frown. "Sir?"

"That is better. Never forget to address me properly. It may be worth your life to appear subservient." He threaded his fingers through her hair and leaned down to kiss her.

When their mouths met, sparks flew. Ardel could see a bright burst of colour behind her eyelids and a surge of energy transferred between them. His tongue stroked along hers, bringing the taste of her own blood back to her with a wild flavour that was all him.

The power hummed between them, driving the arousal that had been flickering into embers into a raging flare.

Ardel came back to herself only when he separated their mouths and pulled back, his own chest rising and falling beneath her. His hands gripped her hips, during the kiss she had ended up astride him. "What was that…sir?"

"Chemistry, my dear pet. Basic and undeniable chemistry." He flexed his fingers on her hips and she was suddenly aware of the ridge of his arousal against her. Hot, hard and quite substantial, he was pressed against her in a most direct manner.

From behind her, a voice broke their staring contest. "Sorcal, so this is the custom order? Not much to look at, is she?"

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