by Biance D'Arc
Her touch is heavenly. Her kiss, deadly. To mate with her means certain death.
Black Widow
© 2008 Mackenzie McKade
After a brutal attack by a huge, dog-like creature, Tammy is left clinging to life by a thread. Her last memory is of her rescuer asking her if she wants to live. She awakes to a nightmare, bound in chains, nearly paralyzed by terror—and with a strange sensual creature slinking beneath her skin, screaming with hunger for only two things. Blood. And sex.
Roark and Marcellus, leaders of the werewolves and vampires, come together to destroy the results of a night gone terribly wrong. As a result of the attack, Tammy has become a hybrid—part wolf and part vampire—and to complicate things, she’s in heat. The transformation has thrown her into a sexual frenzy that makes her a virtual black widow. For the sake of their people, Tammy must die.
Yet they can’t bring themselves to kill her. Instead, Roark and Marcellus find themselves trapped in the femme fatale’s web of seduction. Her touch is heavenly…her kiss, deadly. To complicate things, they discover she is mate to each of them.
Soul-wrenching desire reigns over their struggle for dominance and possession, forging a unique bond between the immortals. Together Roark and Marcellus will fight to save the woman they love from the people they are pledged to protect.
Warning, this title contains the following: hot, explicit and a little kinky ménage sex, graphic violence and language, and explores the impact of combining werewolf and vampire blood. The results are dangerously delicious!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Black Widow:
Tammy was trapped between sleep and that moment when her conscious mind begged for control. Sleep. That’s all she wanted. Just ten more minutes before she had to face the day, rise and go to work. Was it Tuesday morning? She had no idea as she fought the threads of wakefulness threatening to pull her from slumber. Maybe she’d call in sick. Hard as she tried, sounds and smells began to seep through the mental wall she had erected.
The first to break through was the scent of male musk. Dream, she rationalized. Tammy slept alone. What she would give for it to be real. She’d turn over and slowly licked her way across the man’s body, every succulent inch. A tightening fluttered in her belly. A moan parted her lips as the ache in her stomach grew. Need made a lousy bed partner and so did hunger. When was the last time she ate? With the thought, something clawed at her insides. A craving rose so quickly she groaned.
Chocolate? No.
Meat? Her mouth began to water.
Blood? The pain inside her sharpened.
Okay. Now that’s odd, she thought even as visions of her body entwined with two strange men popped in her head. Now this was a dream made in heaven. Not one, but two men. Yummy. The warm smell of the heater kicking on dissolved the image. Her eyes open on a sigh. She blinked once, twice, and then again.
A cry of distress stung Tammy’s throat. This wasn’t her room. Panic rose swiftly engulfing her like a wave pulling her under. For the love of God, she was naked and bound.
She jerked her head up as she fought her bindings. The shuffling of feet drew her attention across the room. She wasn’t alone. Fear washed over her a second time. At the same time her senses jumped like live-wires striking different polar ends. A million questions assailed her. The most acute—how was she going to escape?
The men seemed unaware of her existence as they argued. Testosterone rolled off them in sheets. For some unknown reason their fervent scent made every nerve ending inside her come alive, heating her body like a furnace. She had to taste them, feel them against her skin and between her thighs, now.
Tammy tensed. What was wrong with her? She should be concerned for her life, not fantasizing about fucking her kidnappers. But try as she did, she couldn’t erase the need that screamed to be fed.
In her sexual frenzy, Tammy thought she heard the auburn-haired man say something about letting her die. Her breath caught. Panic took hold once more. Quietly but firmly she pulled against her bonds. When she heard the dark-haired man call her an abomination it was like cold water dousing a fire. She went rigid with anger that quenched her arousal but did nothing for the hunger gnawing in her belly.
“Release me now,” she growled, low and menacing. The tempered voice was not her own. Just as fast as her anger had risen memories flashed, snatching her breath away.
A wolf. The attack. She remembered the pain, the fight—dying. A kaleidoscope of scenes continued, making love to two men, a wolf, then blood—the men’s blood. God it had tasted so good.
Her stomach pitched. For a moment she thought she would vomit. Instead acid rolled like an angry sea causing a burn to develop in her chest and throat. A whimper squeezed from her parted lips.
When both men’s stares scanned across her skin, her mind froze, but her body responded. Her nipples drew tight. An ache developed between her thighs, the result a flood of desire she couldn’t control.
Mixed emotions assailed her. Her immediate reaction was to free herself, run and hide. At the same time she wanted them next to her, to feel their strong hands roam her body, to feel their cocks buried inside her, and to taste them upon her tongue. The hunger was so great her spasms ignited a chain reaction that overtook her. She groaned, a raspy sound, washing away the mental conflict. Here one moment and gone the next, she felt the muscles in her body relax. Some freaky-ass thing was going on inside her—she didn’t feel right, and then a noise like a kitten’s purr slid off her tongue.
Her fingers splayed wide, her wrists held firmly by the manacles. “Venez à moi.” Come to me? She mentally translated the words as she spoke them. Her French lessons were paying off. Yet the sexy voice belonged to someone else. She should have been frightened, but for some reason wasn’t.
Almost as if he were in a trance, the buff man in jeans took a step toward her. His face was absent of all expression. As he drew closer excitement filtered through her. She shuttered her eyelids. “Venez à moi, mon prince.” My prince. She liked how it rolled off her tongue. French was a beautiful language.
Her breasts filled with need, heavy and ripe. She couldn’t wait for the moment of contact. She craved him like she had craved no other’s touch. Thick eyelashes swept her cheekbones. Her body undulated, her hips swaying, invitingly.
What is happening to me? But the thought didn’t linger longer than a heartbeat. She wanted this man and his friend.
A shiver of need made her next purr staccato, distinct breaks, so it came out an alluring mating call. Heat flared across both men’s faces. The man in black didn’t move, but the other one stepped closer, as if he couldn’t resist.
Tammy’s back arched as teasing rays of her arousal shuddered through her body. Rattling chains stopped her from reaching out, seeking her pleasure.
“Lanier, I wouldn’t get any closer,” warned the tall, lean man. “She’s hard to resist. I know.” He reached down and cupped his erection.
Still the auburn-haired man called Lanier stepped nearer—
If her hands were free she could have touched and savored him. “Are you afraid of me?” Her mouth drew into a pout. She tilted her head from left to right needing to be free of the collar around her neck. “All I want to do is play. Won’t you please release me? I promise you won’t regret it.”
Where this teasing, sexual woman came from Tammy had no idea. All she knew was that she needed to satisfy the lustful ache in her body. Not to mention, she was hungry. She cocked her head, listening to each stranger’s heartbeat. Healthy and strong.
Her fingers splayed, curling as if to emphasize her long fingernails. “But I can’t touch you,” she whimpered. “And I want to touch you both so badly.” Her hips swayed side to side enticingly.
Again, Tammy’s breath caught. Sanity briefly surfaced once more as she wondered what was happening to her. This wasn’t like her—not that she hadn’t secretly wanted to be seductive and charming. Looks? Yeah, she had them, but experience—zip.
Ta
mmy wasn’t promiscuous, just the opposite. Yet her body felt more in control than her mind. She desired these men more than anything she’d ever wanted.
“Kiss me.” Her voice was a plea.
Lanier appeared caught in her web. His pupils were dilated as he stepped close enough she could feel his masculine heat. It warmed her blood like a fire was set beneath her. She couldn’t wait to feel his embrace, the caress of his hands against her flesh. Couldn’t wait for the moment his cock parted her folds and filled her.
Suddenly a spasm clenched her belly and threw her body into convulsions. Pain splintered in all directions as a drawing sensation like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter twisted inside her.
A sharp, breathy cry pushed from her mouth. “It hurts. Oh God, it hurts.” She jerked against her bindings, the metal biting into her wrists and ankles, as a fiery burn raced through her body.
She couldn’t quiet the involuntary muscular contractions pulling and pushing on her insides, threatening to rip her in two. She squeezed and released her vaginal muscles, attempting to lessen the throb between her thighs. But it did no good.
“Shit,” Lanier cried as he ran to her.
The minute his hands touched her waist the pain inside Tammy eased, but not entirely. She brushed against his body as he folded his frame around her.
The rapid pulse in his neck called to her. Her mouth salivated. But it was the bulge pressing into her belly that made her cry out. “Please help me.”
Donne glanced at Lanier.
“Her needs are sexual. It happens to all the young wolves as they come of age. Her transformation must have thrown her into a heat,” Lanier said.
Heat? The thought disappeared as her stomach growled and the sound of Lanier’s blood flowing through his veins became a symphony in her ears. She could hear the swish of his life essence as the chambers of his heart opened and closed. His breathing seemed to melt into hers, almost as if they were becoming one.
Donne’s eyes widened. “Are you telling me she needs to be bred—fucked?”
Lanier held her firmly against his body.
Blood. Tammy sucked in a breath, fighting to think of something other than sinking her teeth into the vein pulsing in his neck.
“Fucked.” He watched her guardedly. “And thanks to you, fed.”
An abused woman has the power to unite werefolk, fey and vampire against an evil that would see them all dead—if she can learn to love again.
Sweeter Than Wine
© 2007 Bianca D’Arc
Christy lies near death after a brutal beating by her estranged husband. Her preternatural friends reach a desperate conclusion: The only way to save her is to turn her. Sebastian steps forward to take on the burden of being her Maker.
For him it’s no burden at all. She draws him as no other woman has for centuries. With the help of a werecougar friend, Sebastian teaches Christy about her new life and abilities, making certain she is as strong as he can make her. Only then can she face her abusive ex-husband and put her old life behind her. But Christy’s ex-husband is involved in something more dangerous than any of them had guessed.
Vampire, were, and even a fey knight must work together to put an end to the threatening evil. To overcome her past, help keep the darkness at bay, and fight for a new life with Sebastian, Christy must draw on all of her new-found strength.
Will it be enough?
Warning, this title contains explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trois, hot neck biting and werecougar stroking.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Sweeter Than Wine:
Christina woke in slow increments, like a kitten just learning about the world around it. Sebastian watched her from the side of the large bed, waiting for the moment when she’d realize she wasn’t alone.
“I bet you’re hungry.” He was enchanted by the sleepy look in her eyes as she met his gaze. Rubbing her tummy, she looked like she was considering his words.
“I feel strange.”
He nodded and moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s to be expected when you’re newly turned.”
“Then it wasn’t a dream?”
“No, my dear. It was most certainly real.” He dipped his head closer, smiling so she could see his fangs. He was hungry too, it seemed. “You’ve been deep in healing sleep for more than two days. That’s longer than most of the newly turned, but you were gravely injured, so I encouraged your sleep.” He tugged at the sheet that covered her, inching it away. “I’ve decided on a course of action some might consider reckless.” He paused. “Do you trust me?”
She seemed to think that one over before answering. “I think so.”
“What I’m going to ask of you will seem strange, but I need you to believe it is for your own welfare that I’ve even considered this.” He pulled the sheet a little lower.
“Now you’re frightening me, Sebastian.”
“That’s not my intent. But I need you to know that what comes next is necessary for your future. I want you to be strong enough to deal with Jeff Kinsey on your own. I believe standing up to him—and winning—is the only way to face the rest of your years, now that you are immortal. If you let him win, even the smallest confrontation, it will set a tone for your new life that could prove disastrous.”
“Did I mention you’d already scared me enough?”
Sebastian was glad to see a spark of humor in her wary eyes. It made him feel a little better about what he was about to do, though other aspects of his plan still made him uneasy. There was jealousy for one thing. It was likely to eat him alive before long. Good thing the task could be accomplished quickly. He knew he couldn’t take too much of this.
“I’m sorry, Christina. What I propose will not hurt. On the contrary, it will bring you great pleasure, but it is somewhat…risqué. I know from your friends that you’ve never been very adventurous sexually. That will have to change.”
She looked wary, but receptive. “What exactly are you talking about?”
“Your body is fully healed now, and its chemistry forever altered. Now it’s time for your lessons to begin.”
“Lessons?”
“I promised to teach you everything you need to know to survive in your changed state. Those lessons begin now, with our most basic needs¾blood and lust. You need to feed.” He dipped his head, kissing her savagely. He didn’t mean to do it, but her soft lips were so close, so inviting, he couldn’t resist.
Sebastian reveled in the sweet taste of her, delving deep with his tongue as her petite fangs began to emerge. He ran his tongue over them, encouraging their arrival. He’d forgotten how it felt to kiss one of his own kind. It was beyond erotic. It was nearly orgasmic in itself.
When she jumped, he pulled back, looking past her beautiful, bare body to see what had scared her. Sebastian understood her alarm when he saw Matt. He’d come in and prowled right up to the bed, taking a seat near the foot as if he belonged there, while Sebastian had been distracted. It was a shock to realize he’d been so lost in her kiss, he hadn’t even sensed Matt’s arrival. Matt’s knowing wink didn’t go a long way to soothe Sebastian’s self-recrimination, but it did make him smile. The lad was audacious, but Christina needed a little nudge to guide her on this path. Before the night was through, Sebastian knew she’d need to put all her inhibitions behind her and Matt Redstone was just the creature to help her do it.
“I invited a mortal friend to help you learn how to feed both bodily and psychically.” He waved one hand toward Matt, releasing her slowly. “He is were. You might note the difference in his scent from ordinary mortals. He’ll make an excellent first feeding for you to grow strong and he’s agreed to let us use him as our guinea pig for this evening. It’s a rare honor. You should be thankful.”
Christy looked at the gorgeous, muscular man who sat on the edge of her bed and began stroking her legs. “Um, thank you?”
She didn’t know what to think. On the one hand, she’d never slept around. On the other, s
he’d never been this horny in her life. It had to do with whatever Sebastian had done to save her life. She felt different in startling ways. Liquid fire raced through her veins and straight to her womb, making her yearn in a way she never had before.
Cunning topaz eyes smiled up at her. “You’re very welcome, sweet thing. It’s been a long time since I had vampire pussy.” He licked his lips, daring to smack them at her. She liked the sparkle in his gaze and could tell right away this handsome stranger was a bit of a tease. He drew her, but at the same time she was afraid of her own response. She didn’t know this man. Was Sebastian going to sit by and let him touch her—perhaps even take her¾just like that?
“Sebastian?” Her voice rose along with her distress.
Reassuring hands stroked her back, helping her sit up. “Don’t fear anything that will happen here this night. A vampire’s first feeding is one of the most important of her existence. That Matt has agreed to let you feed from him tonight is no small thing. A portion of his inherent cunning, agility, and strength will forever be passed on to you. Like I said, it’s a great honor.”
“But is he going to um…” she felt heat stain her cheeks, “…will he want to have sex with me?”
Matt shifted to sit between her legs. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, sweetheart, and eat this pretty pussy ’til you come in my mouth.”
“Sebastian!” The objection came out on a shocked gasp.
To be honest, though, she had to admit the new hunger wasn’t only for the blood she could actually hear coursing through this strange, savage man’s veins. He was handsome and muscular in a way she’d never seen in person. His golden hair practically invited her fingers to run through it, and he had the most gorgeous, bright, inquisitive eyes.
“It’s all right, Christina.” Sebastian’s hypnotic voice soothed her. “It’s only fair that Matt gain something from giving you his blood. By lapping your fluids, he will temporarily attain some of our healing and regenerative abilities to augment his own. It’s a fair exchange.”
