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A Dark Passion

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Will Tyroz give into the dark passion of a dhampir?

 

 

After a night of passion with a mysterious beautiful, tattooed woman, Tyroz decides—forty-five years later—to try and find her, but when he hears the news that humans have once again risen, he makes a plan to help Riyzan capture them and find the one hunting for Layla.

Unaware to Tyroz, Alara waits in the shadows for an opening to take him down, but when they come face-to-face, all she can think about is his hands, lips and tongue touching her as she remembers their one night of heat. Distracted, she’s left open for attack but Tyroz saves her life, and Alara feels as though she’s in his debt.

Tyroz agrees to keep her safe, realising that having a beautiful assassin on his side will work to his advantage and not wanting to lose her again, but when he finds out she’s a dhampir, he’s torn between killing her, and rekindling the passion they shared once before.

Can Alara teach Tyroz the true meaning of love, or will his stubbornness get them both killed?

 

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A Dark Passion

Copyright © 2014 Natalie Hancock

ISBN: 978-1-77111-822-4

Cover art by Angela Waters

 

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A Dark Passion

World of Darkness 3

 

 

By

 

 

Natalie Hancock

 

 

 

Dedication

 

 

To those who think Master Tyroz deserves a kick-ass awakening.

 

Prologue

 

 

Tyroz prowled the club, thick with arousal and packed full of vampires wanting to feed and have sex. As he walked through the throng of dancers, they parted—some whispering, others bowing respectfully.

Tyroz ignored them all, his eyes on one creature—a beautiful woman dancing seductively by herself, teasing those around her as she moved. White dreadlocks hung down her back and her pale skin made the blue, yellow, green and pink tattoo stand out brightly against the lights that flashed onto her. Dressed only in a tiny dress which showed off her smooth legs that promised pleasure to anyone they wrapped around.

As Tyroz neared, the beautiful woman opened her eyes and raised her pencil-thin eyebrows when her gaze travelled across his body with interest.

Ignoring everyone around them, Tyroz pulled the woman close to him and continued the dance she had seduced him with in the first place. With a hand on her hip, and another on her lower back, Tyroz swung his hips in tune with hers, almost growling when she pressed herself tightly against him.

The woman turned her beautiful brown eyes up to meet his and she smiled widely, flashing her fangs. “Master Tyroz, it’s a
pleasure
to finally meet you,” the woman purred, rubbing her body against his again.

Tyroz growled, pulling her closer. He wanted to capture her lips and leave her breathless. “What’s your name?”

“Alara Wright,” she replied, running a finger down his chest before meeting his eyes again. “What brings you here?”

“Hunting,” he growled, gripping her hips tight and rubbing himself against her.

“Mmm.” Alara closed her eyes and tilted her head back on her shoulders, still moving in sync with Tyroz’s movements.

He bent his head to her neck and ran his lips along her soft skin, smiling when he heard her let out a breathless moan. She was tiny compared to him—his muscled form overshadowing her slim and petite figure. He held her gently, almost afraid that she would break under his touch.

Alara grinned, and the peak of her fangs made pleasure shoot through Tyroz. She ran her hand up his chest and tip-toed to put her lips close to his. “Be as rough with me as you like. I don’t break as easily as people think,” she whispered seductively.

Tyroz growled and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Moving fast, he ran out of the club’s main room and into a private room within the basements. As soon as the doors closed, the music above was cut off. Tyroz backed Alara against the wall and kissed her. She responded instantly, moving her lips against his and pulling him closer to her.

Growling, Tyroz ripped open the front of her dress, exposing her breasts to his touch. He cupped them, pushing them together and bent his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her skin tightened under his tongue and when she moaned, he growled again. He slipped a hand down her panties and in between her slick folds. She gasped and he turned her around, pressing himself against her to hold her up. He turned her face and kissed her, twisting her hair around his left hand and pushing against her.

She moaned and pushed herself against him. He ran his right hand down her neck and over her breast, causing her to tremble. He played with them gently with one hand while his other hand pulled off her ruined dress and ripped away her panties, making her moan into his mouth,

When he started to kiss down her neck, tasting her, she arched as he went lower, kissing her shoulder and down her back, keeping his hands on her thighs when he opened them. He slipped two fingers into her slick folds and watched as she coated his fingers when he pulled them out slowly.

A growl left her, making Tyroz smile and kiss the smooth mounds of her ass. He started to move his fingers fast, making her arch more until she shook. Although he wanted to spend time touching and kissing every inch of her body, Tyroz stood and released himself before easing into her and pulling her back against him, aching too much to wait. He groaned the same time she moaned when she tightened herself around him.

He pulled out slowly, when she growled. “Faster,” she moaned, arching.

Tyroz chuckled and slipped his still slick fingers over her clitoris while he moved, still slowly. She moaned and opened her legs wider. Her inner muscles clenched around him and she began to pant.

“Tyroz…faster.”

“Antask, call me Antask.”

“Antask!” She came, moaning his name and clutching his arms enough to draw blood. He slammed himself into her, gripping her hips tight and growling when she sucked him in. He wrapped her dreadlocks around his hand and pulled her head back, kissing her deeply while she came. Sweat slid down her face and in between her breasts, making his cock harden.

This beautiful creature is going to undo me.

She cried out when he put pressure on her clitoris, and rested her head on his shoulder while she moaned.

Tyroz moved faster, watching her breasts bounce and her nipples rub against the wall, her perk nipples hardening with each second. When she reached between her legs and touched his balls, he couldn’t hold in his pleasure as she rolled them in her palm and squeezed them gently. He slammed into her, his balls tightening as he shot himself into her heat as she came again. He groaned, unable to breathe as she continued to milk him until he had nothing left.

 

Chapter One

 

 

At the sound of Tyroz’s deep voice, Alara crouched down behind an overgrown bush, her dagger already in her hand. She waited.

Tyroz came into view, his guards flanking him as always and she felt her heart speed up with anticipation slightly. He looked the same as always—tall, well built with brown-black long hair.

Alara crept closer until she was within jumping distance and waited.

“Yes, my Lord. I understand. Of course, I will send them down right away.”

My Lord?
Alara wondered who he was speaking to. He wasn’t known for being polite to anyone. It was why most hated him and wanted him dead. Including herself.

“Of course I will be here when you arrive. Yes, my Lord.” Tyroz hung up and rubbed his eyes. He turned to face his guards. “Find Saugner and Shifter and go to Lord Theraux’s home.”

Lord Theraux? Why would Tyroz have business with him? He despises the man.

“Yes Master Tyroz.” The guard bowed before turning and leaving. The others followed close behind, leaving Tyroz alone.

He went back to rubbing his eyes before he pocketed the phone.

Alara struck, jumping from her hiding spot and knocking him to the ground. Straddling him, she raised her dagger with both hands, ready to strike. Tyroz gripped her hips with his large hands and she froze, her body coming alive when she remembered the night they had been together forty-five years ago.

Tyroz had held her hips the same way back then while he drove himself into her with hard and long strokes that had left her breathless for more.

Alara let out a long breath, feeling as though it had happened a few hours before instead of forty-five years ago.

The crunch of leaves and snap of twigs sent Alara on high alert, but she wasn’t fast enough to respond when she saw two vampires raise their daggers and throw them at her.

Tyroz flipped her over and jumped up. There were grunts of pain and sounds of a fight before everything became silent. Alara hadn’t even had time to steady her breathing.

She rolled over, pushed herself to her feet and glanced at the dead bodies of the vampires on the floor, recognising them to be assassins, just like her. She looked at Tyroz who watched her with interest. She groaned loudly and covered her face with her hands.

“The last time we were together, you couldn’t wait to jump into my arms. What changed?”

“Don’t mock me, Tyroz. You know what changed, and now I’m in your bloody debt because of one stupid moment.” Alara could have kicked herself for messing everything up. Why? Why had she hesitated? Why had she let that one night get to her?

“Do you speak of my death, or the night you were clearly remembering right before you nearly plunged that death dagger into my chest?”

Alara glared at Tyroz and when he smiled at her, her hand twitched on the dagger in speaking. “You find this funny now, but you wouldn’t have been laughing if I hadn’t frozen.”

“You regret not killing me?” He seemed surprised as though he was wondering why anyone would want to kill him in the first place.

“Of course I regret it! I’m an assassin, Tyroz. There are rules—it’s either kill or be killed, and seeing as I’m neither, I’m in your debt because you saved me. I’d rather take death than be by your side.”

“You weren’t complaining the first time.”

Alara threw the dagger hard and smiled with satisfaction when it sank into his shoulder and Tyroz grunted with pain. She pulled out one of her smaller, less threatening daggers and pointed it at him. “We don’t speak of that night. No innuendos, no snarky comments. Nothing. Do I make myself clear?”

“Incredibly so,” Tyroz replied. He pulled the dagger out with another grunt of pain.

Alara thought she was going to really enjoy herself in Tyroz’s company.

 

Chapter Two

 

 

Tyroz rubbed his shoulder as he led Alara through his home, not stopping to give her a tour. Her scent pulsed over him, making him throb with need. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from grabbing her and taking her up the wall like he did all those years ago.

He could still remember her touch. After taking her up the wall from behind the first time, he’d been quick to have her facing him the second time so he could watch the ecstasy transform her as she came under his touch. He could feel her soft and delicate skin as she wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him in deeper while he pulled on her dreadlocks and nibbled on her throat.

They’d had sex for hours that night, and in the end he’d got what he wanted and explored her body thoroughly, making sure none of her was left untouched.

Alara chuckled behind him. “Still hung up on that night, huh?”

Tyroz stopped with his hands clenched into tight fists. “I can throw you to your assassins, Alara,” he threatened.

Alara pressed her body against him and cupped him through his trousers. “Honey, by the feel of it, the only place you would throw me, is on your bed.”

Tyroz spun and pushed her against the wall. A sense of déjà vu washed over him when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer to the heat of her body.

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