Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Featuring Knight Stalker by Lora Leigh
A centuries old vampire, or is he? Bliss St. Clair comes upon the man of her dreams as his lethally sharp teeth are biting into another woman’s neck. He’s a vampire. But this one can
walk in the daylight, a cross doesn’t harm him, he’s not dark and brooding, merciless or tortured. He’s a charming bad boy with a rakish sense of humor and a wicked smile that heats every nerve ending in her body.
And he wants her. Not for the blood that runs in her veins, not for the essence of her soul which makes her a perfect candidate to enter his world, he wants her because the passion she arouses in him sets his heart and his soul on fire.
Now, Cadan Gaelan must protect the woman his heart has chosen, from the menace of the world he lives in. The Dark Knights who would tear her from him and use her from their own evil plans…Unless he can convince her to accept him and the secret of his vampirism.
Bliss St. Claire stopped at the doorway to the private meeting room, her eyes widening considerably as she was held silent and still by the sight that met her gaze. She ignored the flaring regret, the green, blistering jealousy, and watched in awed amazement instead as her brother’s friend, Cadan Gaelan, lowered his pants and released the monster of his cock.
She was salivating. It was thick and long—so thick he couldn’t circle it, even with his big hand. The head was round and flared, tinted purple and drooling a copious amount of pre-cum as he aimed it at the inviting pussy spread out in front of him.
Bliss spared a hateful glance for Marissa Delareaux before her gaze went back to the stalk of male flesh disappearing between the woman’s thighs. Marissa was nearly screaming as he began to work his cock inside her, but it was Cadan’s expression, or rather the features of his face that held Bliss’s horrified fascination.
“Oh God. Fuck me with that big dick. Fuck me, Cadan.” Marissa was moaning like a damned bitch in heat, her eyes closed, her head rolling on the table, stupidly unaware of what was going on right in front of her.
But Bliss was aware. She told herself to run. She could hear the order screaming through her mind, but her legs refused to move. She watched in horrified fascination as Cadan’s lips drew back, his cheekbones becoming more prominent as he lifted Marissa closer, holding her against his chest as he stood before the pool table, his cock moving slow and deep inside her cunt.
His head lowered, his tongue stroking Marissa’s neck slowly, wetly, as she shuddered against him, her hips churning, moving her pussy on Cadan’s huge cock as she grimaced, and slowly, horrifyingly, his canines lengthened, sharpened. The moment they pierced the tender skin of Marissa’s neck, Bliss gasped in shock and fear.
Cadan’s gaze met hers as his head jerked up. A small drop of blood fell from the pearly white dagger of his tooth to the sensual fullness of his lower lip where his tongue licked it casually away, his brooding gaze holding hers as he then licked the trail of blood that oozed slowly from Marissa’s flesh.
Still watching Bliss, his lips covered the pinpricks, drawing on Marissa’s neck as he held her close and began to fuck her harder, deeper, the tight clasp of Marissa’s pussy sucking him in with a hollow, wet sound that seemed amplified in the small room.
Bliss shook her head, trying to run, terror beginning to build inside her at a rapid rate. She couldn’t run. She couldn’t make her legs move. She couldn’t escape the horribly erotic sight of the dark creature sucking the blood from Marissa’s neck as her pussy sucked his cock deep inside her.
Bliss fought to make sense of her paralysis as time seemed to stand still. Her gaze locked with Cadan’s, her heart beating out of control as she told herself to run. She had to run, to hide. He had seen her; he knew she had seen him, had seen the lethal sharpness of his teeth piercing Marissa’s flesh.
Fear was like a stain blooming through Bliss’s mind, but even more horrifying was the arousal igniting in her pussy. It spread over her, throwing her off balance, confusing her. She liked to think she was an open-minded adventurous sort of girl, but she didn’t know if she was quite ready for a vampire.
She watched him suck at Marissa’s neck, his eyes black, his skin flushed as he laid the other woman back on the pool table. His hips thrust hard and fast between her thighs as his cock plowed inside her pussy. And through it all, he watched Bliss. Watched her, his eyes flaming, stroking over Bliss’s body, making her incapable of tearing herself free of his gaze.
She would never escape him. She knew it. Death wasn’t a concern, but at this moment she wondered about her soul. She was so fucked. And not in a good way.