She raised her eyes to his, and he looked furious. He cupped her cheek, tracing what was most likely a now pronounced cheekbone.
Whatever it was she’d had to drink, it was messing with her. Growing stronger. Heat rose, and she could’ve sworn that she saw red pulsing at the corners of her vision.
Ianthen drew her nearer.
Then he grabbed her ass, as if he had every right to do so, and lifted her up just enough to press her mound on his cock.
Soleria shook her head. “No.”
She had no way of knowing if her protest was for him, or if it was for her drugged-up, beyond horny body.
“Yes.”
His eyes had enlarged, his pupils, irises, and rims expanding dangerously. He moved his hand so he could caress her mouth with his thumb, and she caught sight of an inch-long row of—were those staples? What the hell? It looked like he had a neatly stapled row of glowing chips that began at his inner elbow and ended at his wrist.
They were on his other arm as well.
Come to think of it, where were those weird cuffs he was wearing before?
He yanked her closer, so hard that she found herself chest to chest, and her pussy was getting too good of a feel at what he had packing.
God he was packing. She knew that. And her now-immortal twat, that fucking traitor, was collapsing in on itself, begging to be fed.
“Let me go,” she whispered, knowing that there was no way she’d be able to pull away from him. Her blood had turned into sludge inside her veins.
Ian bent her upper body backward, enough to gain full control over her. “No. You wanna dance? Use me.” He thrust into her to the beat of the music, as if to prove his point. Then, he moved his mouth to her ear, breathing hard. “And if you wanna fuck, you use me. Gods, baby. You use me. Only me.”
Soleria opened her mouth—to tell him off, she was sure—when he filled her mouth with his tongue, feeding her a dose of that taste of his that drove her mad.
She lost it. She’d thought she’d lost it before, but that time, she really lost all control as an orgasm ripped through her, making her writhe desperately on his thigh.
Just at the taste of him.
Exactly as it had happened the last time.
About the Author
N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began reading and writing. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world.
N. Isabelle Blanco now has three novellas and two full-length novels under her belt, and spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. Her free time is spent with her “spawn,” as she calls her son, brainstorming for his future career as a comic book illustrator.
Also by N. Isabelle Blanco
Blood Flows Deep in the Empire (A Szolite Novel) - Dyletri, God of Fertility, has locked away his powers. No woman is allowed to touch him, not until he can return his long-dead lover back to life. All he has to do is sacrifice one human girl, a girl who unlocks his powers and rips his dormant lust right out of his body. Trapped by his promise, Dyletri has no choice but to watch Ismini die, no matter how much he wants her.
Yet the darkness of his calling is spiraling within him, demanding he claim the human as his. If he goes back on his promise, the energy of the Fates will cause untold destruction in the Universe. That doesn’t change how Dyletri’s begun exhibiting symptoms that point to more than just lust. How does he allow Ismini to die when she’s come to own him from the inside out?
Desire and torment spiral into something much darker than obsession, more turbulent than an addiction, and something much more brutal than a mere soul-mating. As a war is being rekindled right under his nose, Dyletri will have to come to terms with a destiny eleven thousand years in the making. He thought he’d known what path his future would take, but he’d been wrong. Now the one woman he truly loves might pay the price for his decision.
Blood Flows Deep in the Empire is the first in a series that will pit free-will against Destiny, Destiny against Fate, and love against brutal desire. Everyone likes to think they have a choice as to who they end up with, but as they rise to face the greatest threat they’ve ever known, even the Gods will learn they have to bend to Destiny’s whim to survive.
Praise for Blood Flows Deep in the Empire
“N. Isabelle Blanco sucked me in from the very beginning. I read this book in one sitting! This book combined the paranormal, lots of adventure and some really steamy sex to completely enthrall me!”
Julie ~ ilovevampirenovels.com
“If you love a REALLY good paranormal romance with excellent world building, plenty of action, good versus evil, and lots of sexy gods, then I highly recommend giving this book a try.”
Kathleen ~ sweptawaybyromance.com
“Blood Flows Deep in the Empire is sensual - set in a colorfully vivid world ... all stunningly put together.”
Laurynne ~ bookreviewbay.com
“This unique and otherworldly romance has creative world-building, a cast of engaging three-dimensional characters, a touch of humor, scorching sex scenes, and an action-packed story that keeps the pages flying by.”
Gillian ~ tattooedbookreview.com
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