Book 1

Zoey:

“I lowered my eyes when our gaze locked and I felt his forceful look. Why did I feel as if I had seen those eyes before? He had a profound effect over me. My unstable pulse wouldn’t let up. I couldn’t control it. I felt in a daze as if I could faint.

That’s all I needed was to faint and fall to the floor. Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Then he could pick me up and whisk me away to his place and we would live happily ever after and I would have his babies. He looked like he could make beautiful babies.”

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Book 2 Coming Soon. For matured adults 18 and over.  

Excerpt from book 2. Copyright 2017 by Rachel E Rice

 

 unedited

Chapter One-Zoey

As I rushed for the door, Sebastian caught my arm. The shock of his cold hand spread through me sending a floodtide of emotions. I loved him. I hated him. I desired him and needed him to make love to me. I wanted to forget him and forget what I had seen and how it aroused me beyond belief, but my breasts swelled at the tenderness of his touch and I became blind to all that had filled me with disgust.

“Don’t leave Zoey, you don’t understand.” His tongued slid over his lips, his deep breathing caught me by surprise. The taste of her blood aroused him more than when we lay together. More than when his cold manhood entered the warmth of my opening.

The jealousy of the dead girl made little sense to me, but I couldn’t help but think how my body never gave him as much pleasure as he had received from the drinking of her warm satisfying blood.

After he wiped the contentment of his plunder from his mouth onto the cuffs of his robe, I could see he didn’t want to lose one drop of her tantalizing sweet blood, and as much as it horrified me to see him standing in front of me, a prisoner to the blood of someone else, I wanted him to take me and make me his. I needed to see that same look of pleasure on his face when he fed on me.

I wanted to watch the gleam in his eyes and hear his moan in my ear.

I wanted to be with him forever and not have to worry everyday about someone coming to take me from him. It was too tiring to have to go through this anymore.

Sebastian stood close to me. His eyes red his incestuous look boring through me. This had been the brother I knew as a child and I couldn’t bear to admit now I wanted him more than life.

His blood stained robe pressing against my gown. My heart hammered at being close to him. I could feel his hard body seducing me, and yet I desired the pain I knew would come from him changing me.

My skin ached when he touched me. My body craved every part of him. His beautiful mouth throbbed when I rejected him.

Rushing to my room in this cold dark castle, I turned to see him standing behind me when I closed the door. My eyes and lips fell open in surprise and I said, “What do you want now? I have nothing to give you that you would want.” It was then I thought he would do what I now accepted as inevitable.

He stood like a statue. Beautiful cool bluish eyes against a handsome pale face.

“You have everything to give me. This may be the last time I see you.” He touched my hair and slid his finger across my lips. “You’re burning up,” he said with a smile of intense pleasure and a raised eyebrow.

“And you’re cold,” I said to him as I watched his eyes rake my body.

In a quick second he lifted me and wrapped me in his arms and lay me on the bed. He threw off his robe and it landed on the floor. His strong muscled body pale and cold lying over me. With one hand he ripped the gown from my shoulders and one quick motion he threw the gown across the room.

His eyes no longer blue or green but lust scorching red, seared into my flesh, causing the heat to explode through me, letting out an unwelcomed moan.

His lips touched mine only for a second, and then with the cool brush of his lips over my nipples, I felt an arousal deep down as I waited for him to take me. I almost begged for him to do whatever he needed to do to make me his.

Turning my neck to the side with my vein throbbing and my heart hammering, I knew I had distracted him. What difference did it make now?

I wanted him and not Aare. I had said I would rather be with that animal than to be in  Sebastian’s arms. I wanted to hurt Sebastian because he tore my heart from me when I saw how he enjoyed drinking the blood of that young woman, and it was my fear that he wouldn’t find pleasure in me the same way.

Why couldn’t he love me that intense soul crushing way?

Running my hands through his hair, I reached and grabbed a fist of his dark silky hair and raised his head to me.

“Feed on me as you make love to me. I want to see that look on your face, that look you had for that young woman when I walked into that room.” He placed his manhood over my opening and eased in slow and then he filled me with his cold hardness. The sensation and passion of my fullness sent blood pounding through my heart and veins.

“Do it Sebastian. What have I to lose except you?” I brought my hips up to him and he pounded his body into me as he wavered back and forth with his lips on my neck trying to make a decision. At one point, I heard his fangs dislodge and I felt them prick my skin. I bit into his cold shoulder and he groaned as we reached our orgasm together. And our bodies danced together. The feeling was amazing.

I thought then he would do what I begged of him. But he wouldn’t.

He never enjoyed me the way he relished feeding on that woman, and now I knew that he would let me remain with Aare just to keep me human, but for what end, and for what reason, I wondered. I turned my back to him to sulk and watched at the moon.

I couldn’t ask him because when I turned to him, he was gone.

I had finally made my choice now. It would be Aare.