by Amber Kallyn
Pete walked around her, and lifted her chin. “And if I refuse to allow them to have you?”
She laughed, a bit hysterically. “You are a mighty dragon. But I fear even you cannot go against the demons of Hell. When they are ready, they will claim me.”
“No!” he cried, jerking her into his arms.
His mouth was hot on hers, as he kissed her forcefully, as if demanding she give him the secret to her escape.
Yet a bargain with Hell was unbreakable.
Isa kissed him back, letting the love between them flow, combine, spread through them both.
Pete trailed his hands down her back, grasping her ass and pulling her closer.
This joining was what she wanted. Yet, it was bittersweet. Isa pushed the future away, determined to enjoy this man for as long as she could.
He broke their kiss, leaning back to stare into her eyes. “Come with me.”
She nodded.
He took her hand and led her into the trees. They walked in silence for a time, before coming to a small glen. The ground was soft, mossy.
Pete wrapped his arms around her, her back pressed to his chest.
“Be with me?” He nuzzled her neck.
“Yes, lover mine.”
He drew the shirt over her head, then traced her spine with his hot mouth. Isa shivered as her body responded, nipple puckering in the cool air, a pulsing slickness growing between her thighs.
He reached around her, unsnapping her jeans. Placing light kisses down her back, Pete knelt behind her and tugged the pants down her legs.
Isa held onto his shoulder as he removed her shoes, then her clothes.
Standing in the cool air, naked but for her panties, Isa turned and faced Pete.
Still on his knees, he looked up at her, his gaze adoring.
Leaning forward, Pete suckled her clit through the lace. She gripped his hair as he slipped his hands under her panties and raised her ass.
With a yank and a sharp rip, the barrier was gone. Pete slid his tongue down, pushing inside her sheath, making love to her with his mouth.
Isa breathed a sigh at his sweet gentleness. She yearned for more.
Tugging on his hair, she made him rise to his feet.
Running her hands over his chest, Isa moved lower, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging his shirt free. She pulled it over his head, leaning forward to lick one of his nipples.
Pete groaned, running his hands over her back.
Moving to his pants, she tugged them down, freeing his cock. It sprung from his boxers, engorged, the tip purplish, shining.
Dropping to her knees, Isa stared up at him as she kissed his muscled stomach just above the nest of hair. The trailed her fingertips lightly down his hips, then grasped the base of his cock.
Leaning forward, Isa licked the tip, encircling it with her lips. She sucked hard, drawing him into her mouth.
Pete stared into her eyes, his lips tightening as he groaned.
Feeling a bit playful, Isa drew back and blew lightly on his wet cock. His hips twitched and she smiled up at him.
“Vixen. You’re driving me crazy.”
Isa licked him again. “Good. Then you know how you make me feel.”
He stepped back and removed the rest of his clothes, then knelt before her. His cock brushed her, so softly. His eyes were a mixture of orange and blue, his dragon close to the surface.
“I will find a way,” he repeated.
So protective, this man.
Smiling gently, Isa closed the few inches between them. The sprinkling of hair on his chest tickled her tight nipples. She trailed her lips over his throat, sucking lightly at his pulse.
Reaching between them, Pete grasped her breasts, kneading and rubbing her flesh. She moaned as the pleasure shot strait to her groin.
Her pussy throbbed, her body begged for completion. But Isa resisted. She wanted to make this last.
Needed more.
Pete’s pulse sped up beneath her mouth, pulsing erratically. He drew back and bent down to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue rasped against her sensitive bud.
He licked around it, before sucking harshly.
Isa felt the desire grow, their need fill the air with its scent.
With a growl, Pete pushed her back to the ground, and hovered over her. His hands traced everywhere, his mouth following. He kissed her stomach, up her side, licking one breast while grasping the other tightly.
He trailed his tongue up her throat, then plunged into her mouth. The heat of his lips pressed so forcefully against hers made Isa writhe in the moss.
Her heart expanded, the feelings she felt for this man almost consuming her.
Pete rose, hovering above her. His cock teased her entrance.
Meeting his gaze, Isa’s heart stuttered, then resumed a galloping beat at the look in his eyes.
“I love you, Isabella.”
Her voice caught in her throat. Finally, she pushed it out. “I am old, a demon created long ago. Never have I felt what you make me feel. Never have I met someone who could soften my heart. But I love you, Pete Dragos.”
He plunged into her. Her hips rose, meeting his thrust.
Something deep inside her unclenched.
Power spread through her, and she could feel his magic flowing from him to her. Her own magic joined the stream, mingling with his, moving between them with each slick movement of his cock inside her.
As when they’d kissed, joined while fighting the mage, a glowing light grew around them, shimmering brightly.
As if in their own special cocoon, the light wrapped them in a sphere of magic.
“What is this?” Isa asked breathlessly as Pete continued to slide deep inside her, then move out, only to complete her once more.
His eyes, completely orange, shone fiercely. “I am dragon. I claim you as my mate. We will be joined.”
She shuddered beneath the onslaught of sex, magic and love.
The light grew brighter, blinding. She could see nothing, feel nothing but Pete as his hips jerked faster.
The waves of pleasure crashed through her.
She screamed and he kissed her, taking her cry of ecstasy into himself.
His cock pulsed inside her, as he moved in and out. Before she could catch a breath, another orgasm spread through her body, making her shake violently.
“I love you, Isabella,” Pete cried, coming inside her.
“And I love you,” she breathed as the torturous pleasure filled her body.
Her soul.
They lifted into the air. The light, so very bright, seemed to infuse them, become part of them.
Isa cried out as the orgasm continued to wrack her body, enslave her senses.
“You are mine, now, just as I am yours,” Pete shouted hoarsely.
The orgasm increased in intensity, unbearably exquisite.
“I will be yours for as long as I can,” Isa replied.
The light seemed to explode from them. Slowly, they drifted back to the moss covered ground. Pete stilled, sweat drenching his body.
Isa felt infused with a sweet warmth that made her feel whole, complete. Loved.
Pete rested his forehead to hers. “We are joined. Mated. My dragon will never let you go.”
Isa’s eyes widened. “But Hell…”
Pete smiled. “Destiny can overpower even Hell.”
Isa searched deep inside herself and realized the shackles that had been squeezing her soul since she made the bargain with Damascus were gone.
“Free?” she asked, unbelieving.
“Yes, love. You are free now.” He kissed her lightly. “But never from me.”
Isa laughed, feeling more lighthearted than she’d ever felt in her life. “That better be a promise.”
Pete winked and she knew he would always be by her side, loving her.
Through eons, she’d never dared to hope. Yet, this man holding her so sweetly made her realize that just maybe even demons could find a happily ever after.
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Excerpt of
Bloodstorm
(Heart of a Vampire, Book #1)
by
Amber Kallyn
When duty forces a shaman to stop a vampire from her revenge, love doesn’t just burn... it bites.
For two hundred years, Niki DeVeraux has been tracking the monster who murdered her family and made her a vampire. She finally catches up to him only to face more than she bargained for in a too-sexy sheriff who makes her remember she’s still a woman. With duties as Keeper of the peace and Sheriff, Shane Spencer must protect humanity and stop the friction between the local Arcaine races before it turns into an all out blood war.
When wolves start turning up dead, the tension between the races grows and suspicion falls on Niki. Shane knows she’s not to blame, and it has nothing to do with the primal urges she stirs within him. Working together, they must stop the hostilities from going over the edge. Trouble is, the desires raging between them might prove more dangerous than the surrounding threats.
Prologue
The pitch black tunnel, complete with crumbling dirt walls and cobwebs, didn’t frighten Nicola DeVeraux. The dark held nothing to fear. She’d seen too many real monsters in the years since her death.
Besides, her night vision was as good as any human’s in the bright light of day.
She stepped over a skeleton, then around the grisly remains of a wild boar.
At the far end of the tunnel, candlelight flared to life, as if welcoming her into the witch’s den. Her boots stirred up dust as she entered the small cave.
The walls glinted with a mix of crystalline dirt and flecked stone. The scent of a nearby spring layered heavy moisture in the air. In the center of the cavern stood a long rectangular table, covered by a black velvet cloth. Strange items, some unrecognizable at first—or even second—glance, littered the top.
“Ye came.”
Spinning at the gravelly, androgynous voice, Niki grabbed for the dagger at her waist.
The old crone cackled as she entered, her grin nearly toothless. Stringy gray hair straggled around her plump, wrinkled, face. Jezamine glided to the table. “I didn’t think ye’d answer my summons.”
“You asked me to come, old woman. I assume there’s a reason.” Though the dark tunnel hadn’t scared her, the witch did. Niki forced herself to take another step, though she kept a tense grip on the hilt of her still-sheathed dagger.
“What question do ye ask the gods?”
Ignoring the tension roiling in her stomach, she moved to the woman’s side. “They’re finally ready to answer me?”
Jezamine laughed again, the sound sending skitters down Niki’s spine. “Ye know they take their time, girl.”
“Fine. I want to know if I’ll finally find the man who murdered my family.”
The old woman reached for a silver cup etched with strange markings. She shook it three times before dumping the contents into a circle made from small, round crystals. Human finger bones clattered against one another. She bent over the table.
Jezamine had looked as ancient a hundred years ago as she did now. “Hmm. Yes. Mmm.” The old woman poked at one bone sticking above the others. “But what ’bout...”
Niki eased onto one of the dark wooden stools at the far end of the table.
The priestess sprung upright, staring at Niki with her fathomless dark eyes. Her inky black lips stretched in a grimacing smile. “It’s yer birthday. Samhain be a good day for birthin’.”
Niki clenched her fists in her lap. “Not really.”
Halloween was a cursed day to be born. It had brought her nothing but pain, brought her family nothing but death.
The old woman poked at the bones again. “Maybe. Maybe ye be finding the monster ye seek, maybe be getting some other kind of lucky.” Jezamine’s screeching laugh echoed from the cavern walls.
Shivers inched along Niki’s spine and flooded into her legs. Thankfully she was sitting down. “What do you mean, some other kind of lucky?”
Jezamine’s dark eyes glittered. “Girl, I don’t think ye want me telling. Don’t think the Fates want me telling.”
“Then what about Thomas?” Her nails poked painfully into her palms.
“Lil’ girl. Why ye wanna spend all yer time tracking down pure evil?”
“Duty.”
“Duty?”
Memories flashed. The Halloween ball, celebrating not just her seventeenth birthday, but her engagement as well. The plantation in the bayou, ringing with music and laughter. At least until dawn arrived, the sun shining down on nothing but death.
Niki shook the old pain away. “Duty,” she repeated. “He owes me vengeance.”
“’Tis a fine line ye walk between revenge and justice.” Jezamine shook her head, the corners of her lips drooping in a frown. “Revenge make yer soul dark as his.”
“I don’t care.” In the far corner of the cave, wisps of white fog crept up the walls. Soon they would form into the shapes of those long dead.
She jumped to her feet, turning away. “Can you tell me anything else?”
Jezamine walked around the table to face her. “’Ware child. He who turned ye may also be the cause of yer downfall.”
Niki lifted her chin, facing down the old woman’s words, the Fates themselves. “Not until after I’ve killed him.”
Chapter One
As Shane Spencer finished the last of his beer, his deputy, Chase Campton, strode by, slapping him on the back.
“Another re-election year well done, Sheriff.”
The small crowd in the bar cheered and the waitress, Rae, slipped another bottle onto his corner table.
Shane tipped his cowboy hat politely and plastered on a fake smile, unable to join in the spirit. All day, something dark had been hanging over the town. Not that anyone else sensed it. He needed to go to his childhood home. On the edge of town, the house sat at the borderline of the Apache reservation and Moss Creek.
His father, head shaman and seer, would know what the signs meant. Once again, doubt crept up inside Shane. How did the Fates pass over the eldest in their family and choose him as their father’s successor? It had never before happened in their tribe’s history.
He nursed the beer, deep in thought.
The door banged open, a cold autumn breeze swirled the smoky air. A woman followed it in, stopping just inside the bar. The air vibrated with unseen power. Even the deepest shadows shivered. Everyone in the bar fell silent, turning as one to look her way.
She held her head high, long black hair curling over her shoulders like silk. Her bright green gaze scanned the tables. She passed over Shane without pause, only to snap back to him.
Magic filled the room and the hair on his forearms rose. The other people in the bar were forgotten. Only the two of them existed.
His heartbeat slowed, skipped a beat, sped up like a race horse barreling down the track.
The doorframe towered over her slight form. Yet her body was ripe, lush with curves. The tight blue jeans emphasized her hips, the narrowness of her waist. And the sleeveless white tank showed her breasts off to perfection.
He swallowed, though his mouth was dry.
Her eyes widened and even over the distance of the room, he heard her soft, feminine gasp. Palms slick, he shakil
y set the bottle back on the table.
His blood screamed primitive urges... demanding he drag her off to his cave.
It wasn’t like him.
Women, even the most beautiful, had never affected him this way. He’d met with the rich and beautiful, models and actresses galore during his time in the city. Gathering the remaining shreds of his willpower, he closed his eyes calling on the magic of his ancestors. The spirits of the earth responded and power surged through him. Magic raised the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck as the whispers of the spirits of the nearby forest filled him. Ignoring it to concentrate on what was here and now, he reopened his eyes. Colorful hues surrounded everyone in the bar.
Her aura struck him like a punch to the gut. A deep maroon, with flecks of black, revealed exactly what she was.
Vampire.
And not local.
He blinked again, letting the sight fade.
The woman finally looked away and took another step into the bar. As quickly as it had hit, the power surging through the room dissipated. People once more talked and laughed, raising their glasses in toasts.
What the hell kind of vampire was she, to cause such a raging lust?
The woman strode to the bar, her glare shouting ‘Don’t mess with me’. Though she didn’t look old enough to drink, let alone be in a bar in the first place, the bartender immediately poured her a shot of whiskey.
Shane would be talking to Henry about it later.
First, he needed to figure out what this vampire was doing in Moss Creek. Sure, the small mountain town was a hub of paranormal activity, with the local vampire clan and the shifter pack taking advantage of the surrounding nature. But rogues generally tended to stay out of places dominated by orderly clans, knowing the structure and politics were handed down by the Magic Council.
And the Council didn’t like Rogues.
Cupping the shot glass in her hands, the woman leaned towards Henry before the older man could move away.
Shane tensed in his seat. If she was looking for a meal...
