They clenched and ground together for a time, passion begetting passion, consuming one another to the point of collapse. He read her sublime joy at his weight on her. She wanted him like this every night of her life, his cock planted deep, his arms around her, basking in his love.
But he had hurt her.
“I’m sorry, Michelle. You drive me to it. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can hardly stop.”
“I like the way you hurt me.” She literally purred.
He was far stronger now. Another one of those fringe benefits of Urvashi’s blood.
He read it plainly in her thoughts. Michelle wanted all of him, no matter the cost. “I don’t care. I can take it. I will never turn you away.” She feared losing him. And the pain-pleasure blend incited a dark passion. Something left over from her days a lifetime ago with that psycho Julian.
“I might get a little rough, but don’t expect me to chain you up.” He smiled.
Her eyes flashed in challenge, and then she broke into giggles. He had missed her laughter sooo much.
“I promise you I can handle it. But I need your promise in return.”
“Mmm hmm.” He already knew what she wanted, and he would give it to her, if he could.
“Promise you will never let her separate us.” She was uncharacteristically afraid and jealous of Urvashi. Michelle’s confidence in their connection had been shattered. She badly needed to hear the words.
“By ‘her’ you mean my sexy new angelic friend?”
Michelle squirmed beneath him. “Connard! You know exactly who I mean! The whore! Putain de merde!” She tried to roll him over on the bed, but he dug his hips in between her legs and laid his weight into her. He was too strong now.
He kissed her into silence, smiling all the while.
“I promise. I will never let her separate us.”
He gave his word, and he meant it. But it might not be up to him to decide. And that scared the shit out of him too. He put on a brave smile for Michelle.
“That’s very romantic, but not entirely correct.” Urvashi stood in the room three feet from the bed, watching smugly as he struggled to keep Michelle down underneath him. His lover wanted to tear Urvashi’s heart out with her teeth.
“Fuck! Can’t you knock or something?” He wanted to get up and throttle her. Instead he had to wrestle with Michelle, hugging her tightly as she cursed and spat, trying to get out from under him. “Please, Michelle, I love you. Stop! We need to talk! This is the not the way.”
Michelle stilled in his arms. “Salope!” Bitch. She spat at Urvashi in derision.
“Sorry to interrupt your little interlude, but we do need to talk.” Urvashi looked down on Aaron, ran her electric fingers over his ass, and watched him shudder from the sensation. “I won’t hurt her, I promise.”
He sat up slowly, extricated himself from between Michelle’s legs and pulled his lover up to sit her in his lap sideways, his arms locked around her. “I’m not letting go of her.”
Michelle hugged him, slipping her nose into the crook of his neck, just the way he liked it. They knew each other all too well. He stared Urvashi down. “Whatever you have to say, I am not letting go of Michelle. I lost her once, I can’t do it again.”
* * * *
Urvashi recognized the inconvenient truth. This was a time to choose her battles wisely. She needed Aaron at her side, following her instruction without question. There was much he didn’t understand. Too many events had aligned against her too quickly. And with her blood in his veins, he’d become far too valuable to just let him go.
She surveyed the naked vampires fondling each other and rolled her eyes at their ridiculous performance.
Aaron spoke to his beloved leech. “Hear her out. She was there for me when I needed her. She has given me no reason not to trust her.”
The blonde sat curled in his lap watching Urvashi with a sly hate-filled look. Urvashi could kill the leech at any time, but that would alienate him completely. He’d never forgive her. His devotion to Michelle radiated off his aura in waves. He loved that bloody leech so much it turned her stomach. Never had she encountered a man she desired who chose another woman over her. Guess there’s a first time for everything. So damn young and impetuous! Infuriating!
The blonde creature in his lap emitted a low growl, a guard dog ready to attack to protect its master. Urvashi snickered. The bitch had lost her power over him. Their roles had almost reversed.
He petted her hair and murmured in her ear. “This has to end, Michelle. We need to come to an agreement of some kind. Please calm down.”
His mature handle on the situation thawed Urvashi’s icy demeanor. Impossible to stay angry with him when he sat there naked, doing exactly as she had instructed, managing the problem with finesse and negotiation. Perhaps he will learn and become something more. And the fool was so happy – in love.
She watched the couple with a heavy heart. This could become quite a mess.
She had hoped to build a real relationship with him, something special. The reality of the situation did not appeal to her. She didn’t want the leech in her life, too.
A couple centuries ago she would have simply killed Michelle. Problem solved. She didn’t like to share. But the new utopias of civilization brought a fresh idealism, a revival in philosophy and her hope for the human race. She’d rather not return to the barbarism and suffering she had witnessed over all those centuries. And she didn’t want to be the source of Aaron’s suffering. A remarkable and beautiful creature such as him deserved more.
She needed his willing cooperation.
Time had taught her many lessons. Time and circumstance changed everything and everyone. She could afford to wait. For an immortal, the phrase, “patience is a virtue,” took on a whole new meaning.
“An ancient wise man of Persia once told me, if one desires a rose, one must respect its thorns.” They watched her, waiting for her words, her judgment. “Your situation was not of my making. You didn’t heed my warning. Now we must deal with the consequences of your mistake.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. But it changes nothing. I won’t leave Michelle.”
She stepped up to Aaron. “So this is truly what you want? Her?” She stroked his hair with her fingers, sending little tingles filtering down through his scalp. He couldn’t deny the pleasure she gave him, his cock stiffened as proof.
He looked down at himself and then at her sheepishly. “Yes … look … you’re wonderful. Really. Any man would take your hand and drop everything in an instant. But I can’t. I can’t change how I feel. Michelle is everything to me.”
She stepped back away from him.
He continued his entreaty. “I would like to call you a friend. I’m bound to you, a servant I imagine. And I have always respected you, and been grateful for your help, your friendship. As a friend, can you grant me this one request? Please don’t force me to leave Michelle.”
She breathed in deeply. Surprising how much this boy had worked his way under her skin in so short a time. He was special.
“I accept your friendship. But that does not change the nature of our relationship. You delivered yourself to me through taking my blood.”
Aaron blew out the breath he’d been holding in. His face was unreadable, and he blocked his mind solid. Hmm … hiding something?
She hardened her heart and her features. “There will be times when I need you to do my bidding, and I may need you with me for certain situations that will require your aid in resolution. You will serve me when I call. And she will not interfere in my life. That is unacceptable.”
Aaron’s smooth demeanor contradicted his deadly words. “I recall your lesson of the other night. That beautiful sword, the wakizashi, was originally designed for decapitation. Ask yourself, Urvashi, if you tear out my heart by taking Michelle away from me, what’s to stop me from using that sword? Can you guard yourself every waking moment?”
Michelle started growling again, like an involuntary rea
ction from a dog that senses a threat. The two of them looked ready for war, lovers willing to die for each other. Michelle sneered, “And you will have me to contend with.”
Urvashi’s anger blossomed and she fought for control. “Don’t threaten me! If I let you have your precious leech, you better make damn sure to keep the bitch on a leash!” With her shout, she released a telekinetic blast of blinding white force slamming them both flat on the bed. They sat up with identical shell-shocked looks of astonishment plastered on their faces, and blood running down their noses.
Michelle ran her hands over Aaron, checking to see he was okay. She hugged him in relief when he seemed fine, though speechless.
Urvashi shook her head at them, trying not to laugh aloud. They had no idea how small a fraction of her power she had let loose. Still, the boy had spine. Almost made her proud.
Michelle addressed Urvashi directly. “You don’t have to hurt him. I promise I won’t cause problèmes.”
Perhaps there is hope for them after all. The bitch can be reasonable.
She rolled her eyes at Michelle. “Yes, yes, fine! Whatever. I didn’t hurt him. Stop looking at me like that.”
Aaron wiped the blood from his face and frowned. Urvashi caught the flavor of his thoughts. He was a very intuitive creature. Not one to easily deceive. “Did you know Michelle was alive all this time?” Nor mince words.
She sighed, people always assumed the worst. “Only recently. The hotel manager made inquiries across the city that came to my attention. I have many channels of information in Paris.”
“And when were you planning on telling me?” He snapped, a little too curt for her liking. His newly acquired backbone had become annoying.
“I brought you here, didn’t I?” She waved him off, refusing to be derailed from her purpose. “This is all a moot point. You have her sitting on your lap. Stop looking at me like I’m a monster. Remember how I found you? You have me to thank for your sanity. And your little personality problem has been resolved, too.”
He looked at her sideways. The truth of her words dawned slowly across his face.
“The Predator …”
“Yes, exactly. Your dual personalities have merged. You’ve been made whole, which is probably why you’ve become such an aggressive little shit.”
He smiled and laughed. There is always hope for a man that can laugh at himself.
“Thank you, Urvashi. Thank you for all that you’ve done. Thank you for bringing me back to Michelle. I wish you would have told me sooner, but you have my gratitude.” He seemed so wise and mature, accentuating the positives in his life. His aggravatingly adorable French leech smiled at him as she sat with his stiff cock against her thigh.
Urvashi couldn’t help but smile along with him. He had a certain adolescent charm. “Now we have all that out the way, your first order of business is to do something about the other vampire. How do you propose to deal with him?”
Aaron and Michelle both looked at her puzzled, uncomprehending.
“You know, the American. The one who stole her blood.” She pointed at Michelle. “He’s running all over London like a lunatic. He’s already killed two women, one widow he robbed blind, stole her entire estate. He’s your responsibility. Something must be done about him.”
* * * *
Aaron spent half the night in discussion with Urvashi and Michelle about the ways and means of hunting down Michael Jamison in London. Both he and Michelle had an itch to find the bastard and cut him to pieces for what he’d done. To Aaron, the issues in London didn’t even matter. He wanted Jamison’s head regardless, on principle.
They decided to leave at sunset the following night.
Urvashi returned to her penthouse palace to make preparations and contacts for their investigation, which left him a few hours of the early morning for some quality time with Michelle.
8:00 p.m. the next night, he sensed Urvashi enter the hotel. They were ready for her, luggage packed. He looked to Michelle. “Are you sure you want to do this? We have our lives, we’re good. Revenge isn’t fun, and neither is killing.”
“You have not had fun with it yet. You will learn.” Michelle gave him the smile of a woman who had slaughtered well over a hundred Nazis and enjoyed it thoroughly.
He kissed this complex and wonderful woman, and caught a glimpse of her soreness as he hugged her. She was walking a little bowlegged. He had fucked her especially hard, repeatedly, and she liked it that way.
Urvashi greeted him with a kiss as they exited the elevator into the lobby. She slipped her arm in his, Michelle had the other. The world was his for the taking. None could stand in his way with these two wonderful women at his side.
Maximillian Sinclair choked on his coffee when Aaron winked at him. He read Max’s mind as they strolled to the front door. The hotel manager couldn’t believe his eyes. Michelle beamed, shining bright as a diamond, a freshly-fucked smile on her face. The three of them together looked like fucking supermodels walking down the fucking red carpet, right past his desk.
THE END
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THE NIGHTLIFE: NEW YORK
Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, pimps & dirty cops – the Nightlife New York is never boring. Aaron Pilan’s life is forever changed when he’s shot trying to rescue a drop-dead gorgeous woman on the streets of New York. Aaron is thrust into the shocking world of vampiric slavery when Michelle shares her blood to save his life.
Michelle's existence as a solitary vampire is also altered when she accepts this naive young man into her life. Bound by her blood, Aaron is subject to her authority. He walks a tightrope of strictly controlled feeding regiments & intense sexual adventures while catering to the neurotic control-freak tendencies of his new master. She vows to eliminate him if he proves too difficult to control.
This story is bold & evocative infusing blood, sex, love & turmoil in an urban drama about two vampires battling evil outside & within themselves.
★★★★★ “If you like your vampires vicious & bloody & your erotica with a plot, this is the book for you.”
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★★★★★ “This is unlike any vampire tale I have ever read, and is as far removed from Bram Stoker's Dracula, as New York is from Transylvania. Travis Luedke has fashioned a compelling tale of love, passion, violence & steamy hot sex, set against the backdrop of the Big Apple.”
THE NIGHTLIFE: LAS VEGAS
Vampires, Aaron Pilan and his master Michelle, live by one rule – no bloodslaves. EVER. Aaron breaks that rule when he meets Anastasia. All Anastasia wants is to be loved and cherished, but the predatory men she’s attracted to bring her only pain and abuse. Escaping one train-wreck relationship for another, she finds happiness with Aaron and Michelle as a bloodslave, a 'pet'. When Aaron uses his telepathy to win thousands at the gambling tables, he attracts the deadly attention of the Colombian Cartel and Aaron and Michelle are 'disappeared'. Addicted to the bite of her vampire lovers, Ana is desperate to find them. But, Las Vegas isn't ready for vampires mixing heroin, sex and vengeance. Ana is trapped in the spiraling chaos.
Find out what happens in the second novel of the Nightlife Series.
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BLOOD SLAVE
Her mother named her Esperanza Salvación – Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem...there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.
Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.
Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.
Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan's elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?
And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.
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★★★★★ “You know when you see a violent or bloody scene in a movie and you cover your eyes for a couple of seconds until it has past? I caught myself doing that with this book, then I realized that the lines were not going to go away until I read them.”
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