Out of Darkness (MF)

Slayer 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,236
2 Ratings (3.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]

Phoebe has been captured by Cordin, the leader of the vampires, and is fighting for her life—as well as the way of life she has come to know for the last two hundred years. As the youngest sister, Phoebe is still learning everything about the world of the Slayers. But more importantly, she is still learning things about herself. Currently she is learning that her resistance is just as strong as she thought it was.

Cordin has put his right-hand man, Xander, in charge of watching her. Unfortunately, she spends a lot of time watching him, too.

Phoebe won’t stop trying to escape and return home, but this mysterious man keeps distracting her from her goals. Xander has not only captured her physically, but is capturing her heart without even trying. Phoebe must choose between returning home to her sisters and remaining Xander’s prisoner forever.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Out of Darkness (MF)
2 Ratings (3.0)

Out of Darkness (MF)

Slayer 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,236
2 Ratings (3.0)
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Phoebe heard the boots touch softly on the ground. She knew that without her specialized hearing, she never would have been able to hear the feet land only inches away from hers. She didn’t move, because she knew she would only have one burst of adrenaline powerful enough for her to possibly fight against her attacker. She needed to make sure she had a chance at life. She couldn’t let her sisters down.

The man, who was in front of her, didn’t make a move to grab her or threaten her. He simply stood there watching her. She could feel his gaze on the top of her head where she was curled around her knees. She couldn’t see him with the angle her head was at, and she couldn’t move to look at him. However, she could feel the energy he was letting off.

Because of her heightened panther senses, she could feel various energy from different types of beings. Her non-animal sisters had a different energy than the ones who could shift. And then the vampires had a horrid energy surrounding them. It was almost a suffocating sense. Death clung to them in every sense of the word.

However this energy was not familiar to her. She knew he was not a vampire. He had a strong energy, but it wasn’t inherently evil.

She sat patiently waiting for him to move, but he just stood there for a few more moments. She couldn’t hear him breathe, which was strange. With her hearing, she should have been able to detect him. How was it possible that he made no sound?

She was startled by a rough, warm hand on her arm. How long had he been so close to her? She thought he might be there to help her, since there was no evil energy, but then he jerked her roughly to her feet.

Because it had been so long since she had had blood, her body was weak and she wasn’t prepared to have to catch her weight on her feet. She fell forward into the man and found herself mashed up against a solid, hard body. He tensed as her body melted into him, and then his arms came up to her shoulders, pausing for a minute before he jerked her away from him.

She caught a whiff of his scent and was mesmerized for a moment, before the scent of blood caught her nostrils and her stomach cramped. She couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping her chapped lips. She could feel her fangs distend from her gums, just at the thought of sinking her teeth into flesh.

The stranger growled low in his throat, as if he could read her thoughts. Her panther answered with a growl of her own. She knew she was weak, but she wasn’t dead and she didn’t take kindly to being threatened.

“Slayer, don’t you even think of biting me. I will kill you if I have to.” Phoebe shivered at the first sound of his voice. It was deep and husky, as if he didn’t speak very often, but she felt the vibrato of it all the way to her bones. But then she remembered where she was and who this man was probably associated with.

“I wouldn’t bite a vampire to save my life, no matter if it meant death. I would rather die than have that kind of filth in my body.” She tried to jerk her arms free, as a surge of adrenaline hit her system. But it wasn’t enough strength to combat the power of this man. Or vampire? She was trying to think in her head, when he had the audacity to laugh at her struggles.

“We agree then.” She didn’t know what he meant at first, because her temper was flaring at his laughter. But then she figured out he was talking about the vampire blood.

“You’re not vampire?”

He let out a not-so-quiet snort. “Hell, no.”

“Then you’re here to help me?” Phoebe thought she had a glimmer of hope until his fingers tightened on her arms.

“No.” She felt his hand move from her arm, but she couldn’t see in this hellhole. She was trying to use her energy to figure out what he was doing, but it was hard enough to figure out how big he was and how hard it was going to be to fight him off.

She could tell he was taller than her, from where her head had been at high on his chest. Which put him at around six-five, since she was almost five-eleven herself. He had a muscular chest and thighs that she could tell from their brief contact, which meant the rest of him was probably impressive in strength as well.

She honestly didn’t think she could fight him off, but she tried to prepare herself for the fight anyway. She couldn’t fathom dying without at least fighting for her life. She tensed her weak muscles and tried to shift her weight into a fighting stance, trying to figure out where his hand was and if he was going to strike.

And then she heard him chuckle. That was twice he had laughed at her. The bastard was laughing at her weakness. Phoebe tensed and tried to jerk her arm free, but the large, hot palm on her arm didn’t budge in the slightest.

“You can’t hurt me, Slayer.” Phoebe tensed as she felt his words whisper in her ear. He had leaned down so close she could feel his hot breath against her skin. She shivered as he brought his hand up near her face, and then ran one callused finger down the side of her cheek. She should jerk away. She had no idea whether this man was a friend or foe. He hadn’t threatened her yet, but he hadn’t offered her an escape either.

She thought he was going to say something else, but he made no sound. His hand dropped to her neck, and she was distracted by his touch so much that she wasn’t prepared for the thumb that was pressing down. Once she figured out his intention it was too late, she was slipping into unconsciousness and slumping forward into the hard masculine body of her attacker.




“You are such a beautiful woman, Phoebe.” He moved to stroke the side of her face, and she leaned into his touch.

“You’re just saying that because I’m naked.” She winked up at him and he had to laugh.

“You do look fantastic naked, but that wasn’t why I said it. So...am I forgiven?” He hoped it hadn’t been that big of an issue. She bit her lip and seemed to ponder it for a minute, and then another minute, until he began to tickle her side.

“You’re forgiven. You’re forgiven.” He was laughing with her by time she relented and answered. He moved his hands to stroke her back and she snuggled closer to him. When her arm brushed his cock, he hissed in a breath. “Hungry, are you?” Phoebe looked slyly up at him and he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Starving,” he whispered right above her mouth, before he closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers.

She moaned into his mouth and he used that advantage to slip his tongue inside. He loved how she opened up for him, and instantly twirled her tongue against his. He was surprised when she pushed slightly on his shoulders, so that he fell back, but she didn’t break the kiss. She followed him down and straddled his waist. His cock was definitely standing at full attention now, and it bobbed against her ass.

Before he knew what she was doing, she had grabbed his wrist and pinned his arms above his head. He knew that he could get free, but he liked seeing her taking control. She licked the side of his neck and playfully nipped him, but never broke skin. Then she slid down a little, and licked one of his nipples, and sucked it into her mouth, mimicking his earlier actions. He never would have thought that he would have liked that, but damn, his nipples were newly sensitive. She continued to slide down his body, and his cock brushed right against her pussy, and then rubbed her clit as she continued her way down. She kissed and licked a trail all the way down until she was kneeling between his thighs and her mouth was hovering right over his cock. She wrapped one hand around him and just stroked for a moment. He loved to see her delicate hand wrapped around him, and he was in no rush. He was perfectly content letting her explore him.

She stroked him with one hand and then reached to cup his balls with the other hand. He let out a groan.

“God, that feels amazing, baby.” He reached over and grabbed the second pillow to prop himself up. He wanted to be able to watch her. She looked up and smiled sweetly before she turned her attention back to his dick. He looked at her hands on him, and then got lost in looking at her body. Her skin was tanned and flawless. Her boobs were perky and definitely filled his hands. Her nipples were light pink, and taut at the moment. The mound covering her pussy was bare, and he loved it.

He was brought back to her motions when she bent over and flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. She looked up to see his reaction, and then bent back down to take him into her mouth. Xander thought he saw stars as the heat and wetness of her mouth closed around him. And then she twirled his tongue and he let his head fall back for a moment. It felt exquisite.

She continued to cup his balls, rolling them around in her hand, as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. He couldn’t resist anymore. He let his hands fall down to her head, brushing her hair out of her face, so he could watch his cock glide in and out of her mouth.

When she squeezed his balls, he felt his hips jerk and felt guilty for pumping into her throat. But she moaned. So he lifted his hips tentatively, and stroked himself inside her mouth. She moaned again, and he continued the action, fucking her mouth.

“Damn it. Phoebe. I think you like doing that.” She didn’t respond, but she did increase the suction on his cock.

“I want you to turn around.” He loosened his grip on her hair, and stopped his thrusts. She looked up at him in confusion, but didn’t take his cock out of her mouth.

“I want you to turn around, and kneel over my face. I want to taste that sweet pussy at the same time you are sucking on my cock.” He watched her eyes glaze over for just a moment, before she moved to comply with his command. She took her mouth off his cock and crawled back up his body, placing a quick kiss on his mouth before she continued to move upward. He stopped her for just a moment, so he could suck on a nipple that grazed his mouth. Then he gave her a gentle pat on the ass, and she got into position.

He moved the pillows so that they were stacked together, giving him a little more height, and she put one knee on each side of the pillow and then lowered herself slightly. The position and the pillows put her pussy right in front of his face, and he growled. When she leaned forward and put her mouth back on his cock, he almost lost it.

He reached up and ran his hands over her ass and then in between her legs to tease her. He lifted his chin slightly and flicked out his tongue. She tasted absolutely amazing. He dove back in for more, pushing his tongue inside her as deep as he could go, and she bucked against his mouth.

He felt her move her mouth from his cock, and then her tongue licked one of his balls. He spread his legs wider, giving her easier access. He removed his tongue before he gripped her hips and pulled her slightly backward so he could suck on her clit and then pushed three fingers inside her waiting cunt.


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