by Julia Mills
Sliding my hands under the shoulders of his leather jacket, I pushed it down his arms, letting it fall to the floor before slipping my fingers under the woven silk of his sweater. The electricity of our connection burst to life. My body tingled in places I didn’t know I had. My every thought and action was focused on making love to the man in my arms.
Ripping his sweater over his head at the same time he pulled my bra over mine, our eyes met, my hardened nipples met the granite planes of his chest, and I felt the proof of my arousal wet the inside of my thighs. Roarke’s pupils dilated, his nostrils flared, and a growl rumbled from deep within his chest.
His nose slid up the column of my neck as he inhaled and groaned, “You smell good enough to eat.”
No sooner had the words crossed his lips than Roarke picked me up and sped across the room, laid me on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge, and dropped to his knees, commanding, “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
Obeying without a second thought, I shivered as he began to nibble the inside of my thigh, licking and tasting my juices, groaning low in his throat, setting off a whole new set of sensations that made rational thought impossible. His hands slid down the outside of my thighs and back up the top while his mouth moved ever so slowly closer to where I needed to feel him.
Trying to roll my hips as I begged, “Please, Roarke…please… I need….” But he didn’t let me finish as his hands continued their journey upward and without hesitation, he slid his index and middle fingers into my pussy at the precise moment I felt the pleasurable sting of his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of my thigh.
I was immediately climaxing, riding his fingers, my pussy contracting with every pull of his lips on my vein. Gasping, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulder, I screamed his name when his thumb teased my incredibly aroused clit. Rolling my hips, keeping rhythm with my mate’s fingers, I shrieked my love for him when he added a third, pushing harder and deeper into me, curling the tips of his fingers in a come hither motion at just the right moment to touch the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my channel.
Over and over he teased. Faster and faster his fingers moved in and out of me, forcing me to ride the waves of the most intense sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. I clawed at his skin, yelled his name, and when I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore, Roarke pulled his fangs from my thigh and licked my clit. Another more intense, heart-stopping orgasm roared through my already quaking body. Stars burst before my eyes. I couldn’t catch my breath and still he continued, driving my excitement higher and higher.
Pulling his fingers from me while my body still trembled and quaked, Roarke quickly replaced them with his mouth, thrusting his tongue into my still climaxing pussy, picking up where his digits left off. One orgasm bled into another. He ate at me, licking and tasting all I had to give, pushing me to give him all that I was, accepting nothing less than everything.
All I could do was feel. The world outside of Roarke and I ceased to exist. I wanted… needed all of him. I pleaded in harsh gasps, “Raorke… please…please…I need…you.”
Instead of answering, my love placed the flat of his tongue at the base of my outer lips, pushed through my wet curls, and with the perfect amount of pressure, licked me from bottom to top, sucking my super-sensitive clit into his mouth until I was wailing his name. Raising his head with a satisfied smile while I struggled to breathe, Roarke lowered first one leg from his shoulder, and then the other, while massaging away the fatigue as he stood, climbed onto the bed, and over me with the grace of a jungle cat. Stopping to taste first one and then the other of my hardened nipples until I was arching my back and my arousal was rushing back.
Abandoning my breasts, he leaned forward and slammed his lips to mine. I moaned low in my throat at the taste of blood and arousal on his lips. Smiling when the low rumble of his answering groan rose from within his chest, I placed the palm of my hand over his erection where it pushed against the zipper of his jeans and rubbed up and down. Tearing his lips from mine, he laid his hand over my fingers and shook his head, “I won’t last long if you keep this up, love.”
Opening my mouth to tease, the words never made it out as using his vampire speed, he made quick work of removing his boots, jeans, and boxers then stood looking me over from head to toe while I enjoyed my view as well. My mouth watered as his cock jumped when I slid my toe up his thigh, but Roarke had other things on his mind. From one second to the next, he flipped me from my back to my stomach and covered my body with his.
The heat of his solid, masculine frame sank into my curves as his hands massaged across my ribs to the underside of my breasts, his fingers sliding between my skin and the sheet, teasing my nipples until once again I was lost to his touch. His hips rolled gently against my backside, his erection teased my still sensitive outer lips as my body moved in tempo with his. His soft tender kisses across my shoulder made me shiver as I let my head and hair fall to the side, granting him access, needing to feel him everywhere.
His lips touched the outside of my ear as he whispered, “Up on your knees, my love. I need to be inside you more than I need to breathe.”
With one hand around my waist and the other still taunting my breast, Roarke lifted us both to our knees and as we moved together, slid inside me until I had no idea where I ended and he began. Sighing in unison, finally one, together as we were meant to be, Roarke held perfectly still, demanding I do the same by capturing my legs between his and pushing them together as close as he could. The added pressure, combined with the contractions of my body and the throbbing of his cock buried deep within me, completely blew my mind.
Knowing what I needed before I did, reading my mind, Roarke moved the hand he had around my waist down my body, took my highly aroused clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently massaged until I was once again screaming his name. Only then did he begin to move in and out of me. Slowly at first, keeping me just on the edge, not letting my orgasm end but not letting it grow either. Making me want him, need him…crave him with a passion that I knew would never end no matter how long we lived. No other had ever loved not only my body, but also my heart and soul the way Roarke could.
His thrusts became more powerful, his hands on my body more demanding, his kisses more frantic upon my sensitive skin. The sounds of our bodies colliding with one another filled the room as we moved as one, pushing each other to our mutual release. Palming my breasts, Roarke slammed his throbbing erection into me as far as he could at the same time that his fangs entered the vein at the base of my neck.
I shouted his name as Roarke and I shared our mutual release until neither could draw breath. Gasping for air, I let my head fall forward and thanked God that Roarke’s arm was around me to keep my face from hitting the mattress.
Pulling his fangs from my neck, he licked and kissed the mark for several long seconds before rolling to the side and taking me with him. Laying on his back, Roarke lifted me to his chest, where I laid my head over his heart and simply listened to the wonderful sound of his heartbeat.
When I could finally breathe normally and my pulse was almost normal, I propped my head on my hand and looked at the vampire of my dreams. It took a second, but a question I’d had over and over for our three week separation popped into my mind and straight out of my mouth. “How did you feed if we weren’t together?” I tried not to sound like the jealous girlfriend, but I needed to know. “Did you find another courtesan?”
Caressing my cheek and letting his fingers slide into my hair, Roarke shook his head. “No, my love, I did not have another courtesan. I could not. Once I had tasted you, been with you in both mind and body, I knew there would never be another for me.”
“But you have to feed every day or two. We were apart for three whole weeks.”
Smiling his patient smile, he explained, “I drank synthesized, or bottled blood.”
Trying not to wrinkle my nose but failing miserably, I asked, “How does it taste?”
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p; “Terrible, but I could not bring myself to taste of another. You are the one for me.”
I moaned as he massaged my scalp, my eyes sliding shut until he added, “Now, I have a question for you.”
My eyes flew open, the breath froze in my lungs, and I nodded for him to go on.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Drawing a complete blank, I searched my brain for what he was talking about but came up empty-handed. I was just about to admit that I had no clue what he was talking about when he reached over the side of the bed, pulled a small black velvet box from the pocket of his jeans, and set it on his chest.
My eyes felt like they might fall out of my head and I was working hard not to let my mouth hang open as he asked, “Did you mean it when you agreed that I could stay forever?” Then he lifted the lid on the box, revealing the most beautiful princess cut ruby and diamond ring I had ever seen.
Placing his finger under my chin, he gently lifted my head until we were eye-to-eye and asked, “Will you, Katharine Worthy, make a very old vampire extremely happy by agreeing to be his wife?”
Blinking back the tears, I nodded Yes as he took the ring from the box and reached for my left hand. But then I added, “On one condition.”
Roarke’s hand froze in midair and his brow furrowed as he asked with a cautious look in his eye, “And that is?”
Biting the insides of my cheeks, I tried hard to school my features as I said, “If you promise that we have forever.”
Understanding dawned in his expression and turned to a smile when I added, “After we are wed, I want your word that you will turn me.”
Sliding the ring on my finger, Roarke pulled me up his body, and just before his lips touched mine, uttered, “Your wish is my command.”
Welcome to the shadow world of Blood Courtesans.
Where vampires are real, rich, powerful--and hungry.
Blood is bought and sold like fine wine, and the best blood goes to the highest bidder.
It's not supposed to be about love...until it is.
Meet the Blood Courtesans: Standalone Vampire romances set in Michelle Fox's Blood Courtesans world by NY Times and USA Today Bestselling and Award-Winning Authors. All books have an HEA and can be read in any order.
Reborn (Myra)--Michelle Fox
Ensnared (Star)--Rebecca Rivard
Bitten (Nova) & Taken (Nova, part 2) & Resurrected (Nova, part 3)--Kim Faulks
Marked (Winter)--Gwen Knight
Wanted (Corynne)--Kristen Strassel
Needed (Angel)--Ever Coming
Stolen (Dakota)--Marissa Farrar
Resist (Anya)--Tami Lund
Escape (Flora) – A K Michaels
Caught (Katharine)--Julia Mills
Desired (Stella)--Monica La Porta
Coming soon!
Fallen (Paige)--Ever Coming
Hooked (Poppy)--Selena Kitt
Cursed (Piper)--Jami Brumfield
Pursued (Mia)--Lisa Carlisle
Also by Julia Mills
All available on Amazon
*****
The Dragon Guard Series
Her Dragon to Slay, Dragon Guard #1
Her Dragon’s Fire, Dragon Guard #2
Haunted by Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #3
For the Love of Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #4
Saved by Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #5
Only for Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #6
Fighting for Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #7
Her Dragon’s Heart, Dragon Guard #8
Her Dragon’s Soul, Dragon Guard #9
The Fate of Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #10
Her Dragon’s No Angel, Dragon Guard #11
Her Dragon, His Demon, Dragon Guard #12
Resurrecting Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #13
The Scars of Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #14
Her Mad Dragon, Dragon Guard #15
Tears for Her Dragon, Dragon Guard #16
Guarding Her Dragon, Drago Guard #17
Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins, A Dragon Guard Prequel
*****
The ‘Not-Quite’ Love Story Series
Vidalia: A ‘Not-Quite Vampire Love Story
Phoebe” A ‘Not-Quite’ Phoenix Love Story
Zoey: A ‘Not-Quite’ Zombie Love Story
Jax: A ‘Not-Quite’ Puma Love Story
Heidi: A ‘Not-Quite’ Hellhound Love Story (Magic & Mayhem Kindle World)
*****
Kings of the Blood
VIKTOR: Heart of Her King ~ Kings of the Blood ~ Book 1
ROMAN: Fury of Her King ~ Kings of the Blood ~ Book2
ACHILLES: Soul of Her King ~ Kings of the Blood ~ Book 3
About Julia
Hey Y’all! I’m Julia Mills the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Dragon Guard Series. I without a doubt admit to being a sarcastic, southern woman who would rather spend all day laughing than a minute crying. Living with my two most amazing daughters and a menagerie of animals, keeps me busy but I love telling a good story. Now, that I’ve decided to write the stories running through my brain, life is just a blast!
My beliefs are simple. A good book along with shoes, makeup, and purses will never let a girl down and no hero ever written will compare to my real-life hero, my dad! I’m a sucker for a happy ending and alpha men make me swoon.
I’m still working on my story but I promise it will contain as much love and laughter as I can pack into it! Now, go out there and create your own story!!! Dare to Dream! Have the Strength to Try EVERYTHING! Never Look Back!
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Thank you for reading my stories!!!
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