I’m working hard to bring you more sexy, steamy fiction. There are parts for several of the series books in the works. I’m also working on a larger piece…all about vampires and their human pets, and more specifically, a vampire named Marius and his human pet, Mackenzie. (There is no official title yet, but the working one is “He Likes To Watch”).
Here’s a small taste.
The first is from the opening. The second is from a random section of the book. I hope you enjoy both!
Perched on a ledge of a high building, hidden in deep shadow, Marius scanned the area for something to entertain himself. His hunger had mostly been sated, having drained two humans already that evening, and now he was just trying to alleviate his boredom. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was searching for, just someone he could scare. It was always entertaining to terrify humans, and whatever unlucky soul he chose that evening would find themselves literally scared to death. If he was lucky, he would find one whose heart was strong enough to last for hours, but it didn’t matter either way. If his victim expired too early, he would simply find another to occupy the time until the sun began to rise again.
Movement to his right caught his attention, and he spun his gaze in that direction, surprised but pleased that anyone would be walking out of the mostly empty office building at such a late hour. He heard the click of high heels on the pavement long before he could make out more than just a simple shape, and his smile widened, showing his fangs. Women were always so much more fun to scare then men, and their blood was often richer. He might even take her to his bed before killing her, if she proved lovely enough. He’d probably end up draining her dry during the act, but it would alleviate the boredom just as well as scaring her to death.
He watched the woman walking briskly across the mostly empty parking lot toward her car and knew he had to have her. She was tall with just the right amount of softness to her body to make her appear curvy and appealing. He caught flashes of red as she passed by lights that highlighted her long, wavy hair, and his smile widened even more. He’d always had a weakness for redheads. When a noise startled her, she stopped cold in the middle of a patch of light, allowing Marius to see her face clearly for the first time, and he felt his eyes widen with shock. If his heart had still been beating in his chest, he was certain it would have been pounding at that moment. He felt as if he had just seen a ghost. She was the spitting image of the woman he had loved so many, many years before…the woman he had killed while in a bloodlust shortly after becoming a vampire. He felt the pain and guilt of that lose even now, centuries later.
Marius shook his head as if to clear it, certain he had to be imagining things. There was simply no way that the woman below him could look like his Charlotte. He had seen a resemblance, and his mind had conjured the image of his long lost love, that was all. He glared down, straining his eyes, trying to make himself see the truth. It didn’t help. The woman was identical to Charlotte in every way that he could see, so much so that he could swear it was her.
He knew instantly that he had to have her, and not as a midnight snack or a toy to alleviate boredom. He hesitated, though. He was currently experiencing something akin to what humans would call a midlife crisis. It was something that happened to all vampires every few centuries, and it made controlling impulses almost impossible. Normally, he could resist draining a human even if he’d not had a single drop of blood for a week, if that was what he wanted. While going through such a difficult stage of his life, he would be lucky not to drain every human within 100 feet, even if it made him physically ill. He knew better than to take a human pet in his current state…the chances of him accidentally killing his toy went up exponentially the more time he spent around them. And with the girl below, he knew it would be torture not to taste all that she had to offer. But killing her would feel like killing Charlotte all over again, and the guilt would eat him alive.
She was moving again, drawing ever closer to her car, and he considered just letting her go. It would be better in the long run, for everyone. But when he saw her casually flick her hair back over her shoulder, his resolve broke. He had to have her.
Swooping down from the shadows, he was beside her in just a few seconds. He spun her to face him before she even realized what was happening, and his hand clamped over her mouth, preventing a scream. Her eyes were wide and frightened, and he noted that they were a lovely pale green: the only difference he could see between her and Charlotte…even her blood smelled the same. He smiled at her, allowing her to see his fangs, and her eyes widened further. “Sleep,” he told her in a deep, hypnotic voice. “Sleep.”
He watched her eyelids start to close as his suggestion began to take hold of her mind. But she was fighting it. He could feel her resistance, could hear her thoughts screaming at her to stay awake. He shook his head and suppressed a sigh. “Sleep,” he told her again, staring into her eyes without blinking. “You must sleep now.”
She resisted for just a few moments more, but soon her eyelids snapped shut, and he knew she was out cold. Scooping her into his arms, he disappeared into the night with his new prize.
In the blink of an eye, he was floating just in front of her, only a few inches from her face. The move frightened her so badly that her grip completely slipped and she tumbled backward, letting out a scream of terror as she hurtled headfirst toward the concrete below.
She only fell perhaps a foot or two, though, before she found Marius’ arms locked tightly around her, preventing injury, and probably death… at least for the moment. Her heart slamming like crazy in her chest, her body shaking so badly it felt as if she was standing in a snow storm in a bikini, she risked looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes were still red, but they had dulled in intensity, and she recognized the color for what it was. He was still hungry, but it was a different sort of hunger. His eyes roamed up and down her body for a moment, and he licked his lips suggestively. She felt a rush of intense fear mixed with excitement.
She felt the air rushing past her and blinked in surprise when he deposited her on the ground some distance away from the statue where they had been hovering just a second before. He strode toward a bench, pulling her along behind him, then paused. He met her eyes again, and she knew he was feeling almost as excited as she was. His lips were suddenly crashing into hers, and she tried to pull away…not because she didn’t want him to kiss her, but because his face was still covered in warm, sticky blood, and the feel of it on her skin was turning her stomach. He held her tight, his blood soaked hands working his way into her hair, pulling her to him, deepening the kiss. She felt his tongue lapping at her bottom teeth, eager to dart inside her mouth, but she resisted, unwilling to taste the blood she knew still lingered there.
He finally broke away, his hands pulling her head backward enough so that he could see her face clearly. His expression was unreadable, and she had no idea if he was angry, excited, or both, though his eyes suggested it was excitement that he was feeling, not annoyance. He let out a deep sigh after a long moment and released his grip on her hair, his hands dropping to the edge of her shirt. He abruptly pulled it up and over her head, tossing it lightly on the bench. Mackenzie blinked in surprise, a little squeal of fright tumbling from her lips as she moved to cover herself. He caught her hands before they had done more than begin to cross, and shook his head softly. He stared into her eyes again, licking his lips as if about to enjoy a tasty treat, and she shivered in fear and excitement.
His gaze wandered downward, settling on her ample chest, and he frowned. “This,” he said in a scolding tone, gesturing toward the black lace bra that covered them, “has got to go.” He transferred his grip so that he was holding both of her hands with one of his, and with the other, he used his incredibly sharp talons to slice through the straps and the small bit of material that held it together in the front. The pieces immediately fell away, her breasts springing loose as if they had been desperate for escape, and he let out a deep, lust filled growl. “Much better,” he cooed, leaning forward to lick the right nipple softly. He chuckled softly at her heated moan and raised his eyes to her again, holding her gaze. “I don’t want you wearing them anymore.”
“Wha…what?” Mackenzie stammered.
“These frilly little contraptions you call bras,” he replied. “You don’t need them anymore.”
“No buts,” he scolded, reaching out with his free hand to grasp her chin. “You will obey me in this.”
She stared into his eyes for a long moment before nodding awkwardly, signaling her surrender. She knew it was better not to argue, at least not for something so unimportant.
He gave her a bright smile and leaned forward to kiss her again. It started soft but quickly built in intensity, and this time, she didn’t resist him. There seemed little point, and she could feel desire stirring deep inside of her, despite the strong, almost sickening stench of blood clogging her nose. He released her hands and wrapped both arms around her, squeezing her to him for a moment before scooping her up into his arms. He sat on the bench, forcing her to straddle him, all without breaking the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were sparkling with lust, and a cocky grin was plastered all over his beautiful, blood stained face. His hands, which had settled themselves low on her hips while he kissed her, began to slowly work their way upward, caressing the skin of her sides gently. Mackenzie moaned softly, wiggling instinctively in his lap, enjoying the sensation of his cool hands on her suddenly fevered skin. He groaned deeply, his eyes slipping closed for a moment, and she felt his erection suddenly pressing against her. She let out her own groan and wiggled again.
This story is a work in progress, but it’s getting closer and closer to completion by the day.
Look for it up in the near future on Amazon, Smashwords, and most major ebook distributors.