Seduction's Bite

by Madison Layle

  It would just require he drink enough for both of them.

  A short time later, he pulled up to the gate of his home, rolled down the window, and pressed the security code on the pad. The wrought iron gate slid open. He didn't waste time parking in the three-car garage, in the spot usually reserved for his bike, but instead pulled to a stop in the circular drive, shadowed by his massive two-story home.

  When he cut the engine, Cheyenne peeked from under the sheet. “Are we there?"

  "Yes. Come on.” He helped her from the van and watched her eyes widen at the sight of his home.

  "Where are we?"

  "Home sweet home.” With a firm grip on her hand, he walked her to the front door. It opened just as he topped the last step and removed his shades.

  "Welcome home, Mister Duboix,” his butler said with a formal bow.

  "Mister...?” Cheyenne stared at him.

  "Duboix is my surname.” Kieran grinned and handed the sunglasses to his butler. “Reginald, this is Cheyenne Logan, the love of my life.” He chuckled when his butler showed a flash of surprise before suppressing it, his mild-mannered expression restored. It was rare that he was ever able to fluster the man.

  "A pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

  Kieran headed for the stairs with Cheyenne in tow, but swept her into his arms before he ascended. “No disturbances, Reginald. We've had a long night and need the rest."

  "As you wish, sir,” he heard Reginald say before the butler closed the door.

  Cheyenne nuzzled his neck and licked him. He groaned and took the stairs two at a time. “Not yet,” he warned.

  "I didn't know you had a butler,” she murmured against his skin.

  "There are a lot of things you've yet to learn about me, my dear. A lot I don't know about you, but we have an eternity to discover them."

  "Mmm. He's human,” she said. Her voice took on a more sultry tone.

  "Yes, he is, and he knows what I am. I hired him through the Order, so his neck is off limits."

  "I don't want his neck.” Her nose rubbed him just under his ear.

  "Good.” He gritted his teeth, and his fangs came out. He walked into the master bedroom, an elaborate room filled with furniture he never used. He headed to a large gilded mirror, stopped, and set Cheyenne on her feet.

  She gave him a disappointed moan until she looked around. “Wow! This room is gorgeous.” She started toward the bed, but he grabbed her hand and ran the fingers of his other hand along the edge of the mirror's frame until he felt what he searched for. He paused to let the hidden scanner read his fingerprints, listened for the beep only vampires and dogs could hear, and then said, “Un jour est perdu si on n'a pas aimait."

  "What's that mean?” she asked, but before he could answer, the mirror-fronted panel opened.

  "It's the code to get in here,” he said.

  "Okay...” She followed him through the passageway. “Yes, I get that, but what is it in English?"

  He stopped and looked at her. “A day is lost if one has not loved."

  "Oh."

  He swept his arm out to direct her attention to his lair. “My coffin, chére."

  It was a windowless room a bit larger than the master suite they'd come through. The walls were made of mahogany panels over a solid skeleton of steel and concrete. The floor was covered by plush carpeting. Soundproof and secured with the best that his wealth could buy, it was a far cry from the damp and dirty tombs he'd once called home several centuries before.

  "A bed,” she said, staring at the king-sized, four-poster in the center of the space. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him. “You tricked me!"

  He chuckled. “No, everything I said was the truth.” He backed toward the bathroom with its modern, glass-and-tile shower stall. “Coffins are cushiony and quiet when the lids are closed."

  "You didn't tell me I wouldn't have to sleep in one."

  She stalked him around the bed and into the bathroom.

  "I never said you had to sleep in one, if you'll recall.” He didn't bother telling her now that only those gone rogue or those who hadn't yet amassed a bank account big enough to pay for elaborate security measures chose such cheaper alternatives.

  She eyed him, but there was no anger in her narrowed gaze. He hopped from one foot to another while removing his boots and socks.

  "You could've told me sooner. Do you have any idea how worried and uncomfortable I've been at the idea of having to ... to do such a thing?” She followed him into the stall without removing a single stitch of clothes or her tennis shoes. “And I'm still thirsty,” she said, backing him against the tile. Her lips parted, her new fangs visible.

  "I can take care of that for you,” he said in a husky whisper.

  He hit the button to release the warm spray like a light rain from the ceiling.

  "Ah!” She closed her eyes, raised her face, and let the water soak her body. Her clothes stuck to her curves, which left little to his imagination.

  His cock grew impossibly hard inside his drenched denims.

  Her wet lashes fluttered, and her gaze found his. “I'm aroused, too."

  He smiled and lifted her healed, unmarred hands to his lips for a gentlemanly kiss. “I can take care of that for you, as well."

  He stripped her clothes and shoes from her, which left him no need of his imagination at all.

  "You did promise to take care of me,” she murmured.

  "I did. I will.” He straightened after piling her clothing in a corner of the shower stall.

  She placed her palm over his heart. “I can hear your heartbeat.” She could feel it, too, no doubt, since he thought his heart would leap out of his chest. He held his breath. Despite the barrier of his wet shirt, her touch singed him, electrified his desire.

  "Colors are more brilliant. Scents...” She looked him in the eye and took a deep breath. “You smell delicious."

  "Thanks,” he said, his fingers fumbling with his button-fly jeans.

  When she tugged his shirt from the waistband, he yanked it up and over his head, letting it go splat on the floor of the shower.

  "I can feel each drop of water strike my skin. Everything is so...” With eyes closed, she ran her hands over her face and through her hair. The move lifted her slick breasts. Beads of water, like a cascade of diamonds, slid over them and dripped from the tips. “So exquisite."

  Fuck! He was going to die before he could get his cock out of his pants. He yanked them open and shoved them and his underwear as far as mid thigh when she stopped him by dropping to her knees. Her left hand fisted his cock while her other one pushed his pants down enough that he could at least extricate one leg from the soggy mass.

  She licked the head of his dick. His legs almost gave out on him. He groaned and leaned against the wall. New vamps weren't the only ones who could be overwhelmed by their heightened senses.

  She didn't suck him but instead pressed kisses on both sides from tip to hilt and then licked a vein that ran along the underside of his cock.

  Kieran couldn't breathe. He braced himself, stabbed his fingers into her wet hair, and bracketed her head.

  "Cheyenne...” His throat constricted. His heart rate revved, his fangs bared.

  Her right hand splayed over his thigh. Her left hand closed around his cock once more, but she didn't move it. She didn't have to. The moment she sank her teeth into his inner thigh, he came.

  "Oh, fuck!” The orgasm wouldn't cease. Every pull of her hot mouth on his flesh shoved him beyond endurance.

  She sucked harder for more of his blood.

  Intense shockwaves rocked his body, wreaked havoc on his system. He needed them to stop. He wanted them to last.

  He pressed her face against him, her mouth tighter against his leg, and bucked his hips. She pumped his cock, forcing more semen to spurt over her shoulder, onto her back only to be washed away by the shower's spray.

  Spent, he shut off the water and tugged on her hair. She kept sucking. Pumping. He gritted his
teeth and pulled harder until she finally released him, her tongue making one last sweep across the puncture wounds.

  She let go of his cock, sat back on her heels, and looked up at him. A sated smile on her lips.

  He struggled to catch his breath enough to speak. “If that's where you intend to bite your freshies, you'll be feeding from me and me alone."

  Her smile widened to a full-fanged grin. Then she licked her lips and said, “I wouldn't have it any other way, my love."

  He blinked. His heart skipped. “What'd you call me?"

  With lithe grace, she climbed to her feet, up onto tiptoes, and draped her arms around his neck. Her happy gaze held his. “I wanted to say it before, in the van when I watched you sleep, in the bayou when you held me in your lap with tears in your eyes, and when you became my sire.” She ran her fingers into his wet hair and gave him a peck on the lips. “I love you, Kieran. You're an arrogant, impossible, sadistic vampire, my love, and I adore every addictive, seductive inch of you."

  He popped her playfully on the ass, which made her jolt.

  "You could've told me sooner,” he said, using the same words she'd used only moments earlier.

  "I think I chose the perfect time."

  With a growl, he kicked free of his pants, grabbed her butt, and lifted her against him so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He nipped her bottom lip and fondled her ass while he carried her, wet and naked, into the other room where he paused by the bed.

  "Seductive, huh?"

  Her lips twitched. She nodded. “And did I mention cocky?"

  He fell across the bed, his body over hers, and slid his cock into her. “No, I don't believe you mentioned that."

  Her eyelids drifted closed. “My mistake,” she said on a sigh.

  He chuckled and kissed her lips, her jaw ... the pulse point at the base of her neck. He scraped his fangs over her skin but didn't bite down.

  "A frustrating tease,” she murmured, lifting her chin to give him better access.

  "And I love you, too, just the way you are ... my sexy, little, stubborn, masochistic vamp."

  Her gorgeous green eyes popped open. She pushed at his chest. “Stubborn?"

  "Uh huh.” He took her by the wrists and forced her arms up over her head. Then he brushed his lips across hers for a brief kiss and ground his hips against her, nudging his cock in deeper. When he pulled back, he smiled at the unveiled passion that darkened her gaze. “Don't forget I said sexy, too, and ... I'll love you forever."

  She grinned and agreed. “Forever."

  The End

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  Author Bio

  Madison grew up on a farm. No kidding. She did ... a farm complete with cattle, chickens, a passel of kids, and rows of vegetables. So, when she wasn't dodging siblings, feeding animals, or pulling weeds, she was hiding away in her bedroom with a book.

  With maturity came love and marriage, and a real understanding of why her parents kept their bedroom door locked. *wink*

  Now, she's turned her love of books into a sensual journey through the steamy world of erotic romance. Or is that romantic erotica? Well, one thing's for certain, her heroes and heroines have a great time as they fall in love.

  A member of the author duo for the best-selling, award-winning erotic series, Incognito, Madison loves to hear from readers, so please visit her at www.madisonlayle.com. Or sign up for her newsletter at groups.yahoo.com/group/desiresunleashed/.

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