Marie's Blood Mate

by Tamsin Baker

  Marie’s Blood Mate

  By Tamsin Baker

  Copyright 2013 Tamsin Baker

  Smashwords edition

  Marie’s Blood Mate

  Tamsin Baker

  Marie is a ‘fallen lady’ of the London ton, living her life such as it is, in a high class brothel.

  When an older man she identifies as a vampire saves her from the clutches of an abusive gentleman, she hopes to repay his kindness with the only currency she has.

  Sil is over one thousand years old and has long ago given up the idea of finding his one true blood mate. Meeting the beautiful young Marie in one of his protégée’s brothels is truly the luckiest night of his life.

  About the author

  Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who only discovered erotic romance ten months ago. Before that she read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the ‘good bits.’ Since then she has written and obtained fourteen contracts of varying lengths for her erotic romance and erotica novels. She absolutely LOVES reading and writing it! She has two other jobs, kids and a hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity.

  M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing Female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. She is learning to write and read more, one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway.

  For more information on Tamsin Baker please find her at:

  www.erotictamsinbaker.blogspot.com.au

  or

  www.tamsinbakererotic.com

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to the beautiful Khloe Wren for making my front cover and to Juanita Kees for editing this for me.

  This story is dedicated to Imogene Nix- who after reading First Bite, First Glance, begged me not to leave Marie in the brothel- but to write her happily ever after too.

  Here you are my friend.

  Marie is a secondary character in the story First Bite, First Glance. She demanded her own happily ever after and I had to write it. But if you would like to read the story of how Lina, Benedict and Antony fell in love, it can be found in Edible Delights Vol. 3.

  London 1813

  Marie lifted her hand and knocked on the door to Lina’s private room. The men had started to arrive and the women needed Lina there to make sure everyone followed the rules. She tried the handle and realized it wasn’t locked, so she took a deep breath and opened the door reluctantly, whispering down the dark stairway.

  “Lina, I’m sorry to interrupt but we need you in the front room.”

  There was a time when that sentence would have brought Lina up the stairs faster than you could take a breath, but since Lina had found her mates, things had changed.

  Marie strained her ears and heard sounds of love-making coming from the room forty seven steps down.

  Despite her occupation, hearing Lina’s honest moans of pleasure and her mates enjoying each other was enough to flush her cheeks.

  She could handle the new clients, Marie thought as she closed the door and straightened her dress.

  Marie moved into the main sitting room and smiled at the six gentlemen standing in the centre of it.

  “Good evening, Sirs. Please speak to which ever lady you fancy and she will take you to her room. If you have any questions, please feel free to come and speak to me.”

  Four of the men moved immediately to one woman, who smiled and left with them.

  Marie smiled and circled the room. A high-pitched cry sounded from a room down the hall and she jerked her head towards Mason, their guard. He nodded and set off at a run.

  Marie sighed and went to stand at head of the room. An occupational hazard unfortunately. Some men were rough, more than rough. Some women could handle a little bit more than others. The reason they’d had three new girls start with them in the past month.

  “Well, if it isn’t the Mistress’ favourite little lady.” The nasty voice and threatening tone could only belong to one man. Lord Sommerton.

  Marie clenched her fists at her sides, remembering far too well the last time this man had been in the brothel. He’d found her alone in her room and tried to force himself on her. Only Lina’s speed and strength had saved her.

  “I believe Lina asked you not to return.”

  He leered at her, his eyes on her covered body making her shudder with disgust.

  “She did, but Lina isn’t here, is she?”

  Marie trembled with fear but bit down on her lip to stop any whimpering sounds from escaping. The older, clearly intoxicated man stepped closer and grabbed at her arm.

  He squeezed tightly and she gasped as he hauled her against his body.

  “Lina is here! So you... have to go.” Pain seared her flesh as Marie struggled against his arms. He held her harder.

  Her heart thumped erratically, her instincts screaming at her to run, but she couldn’t.

  “You’re mine.” The man bent forward to lick her face.

  Marie cried out, her fear of finally being taken against her will making her legs shake so she dropped harder against her captor. He moaned and pressed his hardened cock against her. The already dim light within the parlour faded as Marie swooned with fear.

  “Release the girl. Now.”

  Her abuser relaxed his grip on her arms and turned towards the voice. Marie looked up at her saviour, a man with long flowing white hair and calm blue eyes. Lord Sommerton released her so quickly she fell forward.

  The new man, now in control of the situation, placed an arm around her and tucked her in beside him.

  He stiffened as she touched his side. She looked up to see long, white fangs extending down across his bottom lip.

  A vampire.

  Like Lina and Antony, of course! She needed to protect him from discovery.

  She stepped a little away from him, but his hand stayed on her waist. The pressure of his touch gave her the confidence to do what needed to be done. She lifted her arm and pointed to the front door, feeling strong and protected now.

  “If you leave now, I won’t tell Madame Lina you were here.”

  Lord Sommerton glared at her for a moment then slunk away. Marie turned to the vampire, tears of gratitude springing to her eyes as curiosity stirred her mind. He had turned his head away whilst she dealt with the other man, but when he looked back at her, his fangs were still extended.

  Marie knew what Lina was, had cleaned her room often enough to know perhaps too much about her.

  “Would you like to choose someone also, Sir?”

  The vampire assessed her, his deep blue eyes flickering over her face while she focused on the white gleam of his fangs.

  “Yes. You.”

  Marie swallowed and bobbed a curtsey in acceptance.

  “Yes, Sir. I need to wait for Lina to arrive and then I can take you to my room.”

  He frowned.

  “Where is she?”

  Marie smiled as the heat rose to her cheeks again. She should be over such silly responses, but born a lady, always a lady. Or so it would seem.

  “In her room with Antony and Lord Benedict.”

  The vampire closed his ancient eyes and spoke Lina’s name.

  Not two moments later, Lina walked into the room, her warm brown hair dishevelled. Her gown was not yet laced up, but she was there.

  “Maker, you have very bad timing.”

  The vampire tilted his head towards Marie but didn’t apologise for disturbing Lina. Maker? He was Lina’s maker?

  “I want her and she said you must come first.”

  Shock didn’t cover the look on Lina’s face. She looked between Marie and the old vampire.
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  “Marie is amenable to this?”

  Marie nodded. Lina was very protective of her which she would always be very grateful for. Lina had taken her in when she was thrown out of her home and would otherwise have starved on the streets. Her mistress never gave her to anyone whom she believed to be dangerous.

  However, as she gazed upon the vampire who had protected her tonight, lust and gratitude beat through her. Lina’s eyes widened but she smiled as she began to tidy her appearance.

  This was it. She would go with him. Marie indicated the stairs and turned to walk that way. “This way please, Sir.”

  Her voice trembled as she spoke and her breath hitched in her throat. She picked up her skirts, her heart beating harder and faster as she took each step up to the first floor.

  She pushed open the door to her bedroom, moved close to the bed and turned back to the entrance. The vampire followed her into the room and closed the door. He sat, fully clothed, on the chair against the wall.

  “You may call me Sil.”

  A shiver vibrated down Marie’s spine at the sound of his voice. She loosened her dress and smiled at him. An action she had done so many time before, yet tonight felt special.

  “I am Marie.”

  Her body had heated in a way foreign to her, responding to her need to please the man in front of her. The place between her legs ached, throbbing with want. She glanced across at the bottle of oil next to her bed that kept her from being damaged. Perhaps this would be the only night she would not have to use it? Marie dropped her dress and stood in her chemise and bloomers.

  “How would you like me, Sir?’

  Sil smiled at her, his face crinkling and his eyes alight with pleasure while he looked at her. His fangs had retracted and he looked to the world like any other man.

  “Marie, I have no wish to force sex on you but I would like to feed on you, if you will allow me.”

  Marie’s belly fluttered. Lina and Benedict’s relationship intrigued her. She knew Lina fed on Benedict, and he often floated about the house, looking like he was on a constant blissful high. That look had inspired a yearning in Marie, and now she had the chance to experience it herself.

  “Yes, Sil, I would love that. How would you like me?”

  He indicated his lap and sat a little straighter in the chair. “Sit across my lap, Marie.”

  She saw him inhale deeply as she moved closer, his fangs extending again in a way that made Marie hurry. She felt special that he had chosen her and she didn’t want him changing his mind.

  She lifted her legs and slowly straddled him, keeping her pelvis away from his and resting her hands on his cool, hard chest.

  Marie wasn’t sure which he’d prefer, so decided to ask. “Wrist or neck Sil?”

  Sil wrapped his strong hands around her hips and pulled her closer. She gasped and watched his full lips as he moved closer and tilted his head.

  “Neck, please.”

  His calm voice and slow movements were at odds with the hardness swelling between her legs. He leaned closer and Marie pressed her breasts against his chest, exposing her neck.

  A sharp pinch, then the most amazing rush of pleasure as her blood flowed out of her body and into his.

  Flashes of people penetrated her mind as he fed on her. Sil standing with Lina, another woman with beautiful eyes, then a young man with almost black skin.

  Sil moaned as he fed, causing Marie’s nipples to peak beneath her dress. She couldn’t stop herself from responding, so she began moving. Rolling her hips and rubbing her now wet body against his hard cock.

  Sil broke off from her neck and ran his tongue over the puncture wounds, the feeling wet, healing and sweet.

  “That was amazing, Sil...”

  Marie head swam and she felt completely wanton. Wanted, for the first time in her life.

  He continued to moan against her neck in a way that had her gasping with need.

  “Marie... you have the sweetest blood...”

  His hands came up to cup her breasts and his thumbs swept her nipples. Tingles of pleasure speared her, making her ache and throb.

  Marie moaned and rocked her lower body faster against him. Heat swept down her legs and rippled through her belly.

  Then she lay on her back, on her bed and alone. Sil had fled.

  Marie stayed down on her cold, hard mattress and slipped a hand between her legs to investigate her body’s response. Slippery lips and sticky inner thighs greeted her fingers.

  Her body ached and her mind was full of pictures of Sil. She couldn’t leave it like that. Not when his reaction was almost as strong as hers.

  Her life had been forever ruined by a stupid and cruel nobleman three years ago. Lina had taken her in, given her a job and kept her safe. But she wanted so much more out of life.

  Sil inspired a flame inside her, a burning she had thought long extinguished.

  Heedless of her near nakedness she ran down the stairs to find Lina. Antony was kissing her softly near the empty entrance, most of the girls now engaged with clients.

  “Lina, I’m sorry... please... Antony...” She babbled and moved from foot to foot in her excitement and apprehension.

  The two vampires turned to her, their pleasure-glazed eyes clearing when they saw her running towards them.

  “Marie, what’s wrong? Where’s Sil?”

  She gasped from the pain in her side. She’d run too fast down the stairs.

  “He... he bit me and we were... and he left.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the loss of him once more, and she wrapped her arms around her body. Lina and Antony took a deep breath, smelling her arousal.

  Marie blushed but pushed forward. She couldn’t lose the one person who made her feel more than a mere ghost of who she’d once been.

  “Would you take me to him, please?”

  Lina and Antony exchanged glances. Antony took off his coat and wrapped it around her.

  “I will.”

  Marie gasped as he swung her up into his arms, still barefoot. Lina’s lover shouldn’t be holding her like this, it made her uncomfortable.

  “It will be faster if I carry you.”

  That did make sense and Marie forced herself to calm down. She put her arms around Antony’s neck. Lina reached out and touched her with a gentle hand, stroking her cheek slowly. Marie smiled at her long-time protector as a red tear slid down Lina’s cheek.

  “Go to him, my girl. I have the feeling you won’t be coming back.”

  Nervous excitement beat hard in Marie’s chest and she nodded.

  “Thank you for everything, Lina. I will see you again?”

  Her Madame smiled and reached across to stroke Antony’s cheek tenderly.

  “I love you. Take care of her.”

  Antony leaned into Lina’s hand for a moment and then the wind whipped by Marie’s face, her eyes unable to keep up with how fast they moved. She closed her eyes and held on tightly to Antony’s muscled arms until they stopped.

  “Open your eyes, little one.”

  Marie heard Antony’s voice and did his bidding.

  They were inside a dark room. It was warm from a glowing fire and almost empty. Antony set her on her feet and she turned to the sound of Sil’s deep voice.

  “You should not have come.”

  Marie moved closer, her eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light, seeing the man she wanted more than any others seated upon a large chair.

  “I’m not a child, Sil. Please don’t send me away again.”

  Antony stepped up next to her, bowed deeply then disappeared, leaving them alone. Marie unclipped Antony’s jacket and allowed it to fall.

  Sil moaned and shifted in his chair.

  “I am over a thousand years old. You don’t know what you are asking.”

  Marie knew one thing. She wanted him if he would have her. Any life with Sil was better than one as a whore. She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor.

  “I know I want you. I beg o
f you, please don’t send me away. I could stay with you and let you feed from me. That is... if you want... me.”

  Marie gestured to her body and looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

  Sil’s gentle fingers lifted her face up.

  “Of course I want you, Marie. That isn’t why I need you to leave.”

  She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his and looked up into those gentle blue eyes. “Please, I need to feel this way for more than one moment in time. When you fed on me and I saw those pictures in my mind... I love it so much. My body wants you as it’s never wanted anyone before. Please.”

  Sil put his hands under her bottom and lifted her up against him, pulling her legs around his slim waist.

  Then they were sitting back in his chair and Marie’s head was dizzy again. It would take a long time for her to get used to the speed with which vampires moved.

  “What did you say?”

  Marie gasped as she pressed her aching body against the hard swell between his legs and began to move.

  “Sil, I want you.”

  She reached down and removed her chemise, her nipples pebbling in the cool air.

  Sil looked down at her breasts, his cool, capable hands coming up to weigh them.

  She arched her back, pushing the flesh into his palms.

  “Oh please, Sil. Please.”

  He dropped his head and pulled her up to him, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. Pleasure arrowed down between her legs and Marie threaded her fingers into Sil’s hair, holding him to her.

  He ripped her bloomers off her with one flick of his hand and she was completely naked. “Touch me, please.”

  Sil chuckled at her impatience and Marie didn’t care. Her pussy throbbed for him. She’d never needed anything more in her life than to know the pleasure felt during love-making.

  Sil flicked his thumb over her swollen clit and she yelped, writhing in his lap.

  Marie forced her eyes open and looked down at Sil’s lips. His fangs were extended but that wasn’t what she wanted yet. She wanted a kiss.