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Fisting the base of his shaft, she began working her
mouth up and down his length, slowly at first, and then she built
up speed. His hands gripped her hair and he began directing the
speed and length of her ministrations. She increased the suction
and he groaned. Jamie smiled around his shaft and put her entire
focus on bringing him pleasure. Her desire increased and she knew
her pussy was dripping on his carpet, but she didn’t care. She’d
never felt so horny in her entire life.

Darrick growled, and he lifted her off her knees and
pushed her against the back of a plush chair. He used his knee to
spread her legs widely and she loved how animalistic and primal the
moment felt. She felt his cock poking her entrance. His hands came
around and he played with her breasts roughly, as he entered her
from behind. She loved the harsh sound of his breath against her
hair. The sensation of his velvet shaft stroking her hot core was
absolutely the most erotic moment she’d ever experienced. No other
man had ever made her feel so mastered. She loved his sexual
domination. He slammed into her pussy, his sac slapping against her
as he took her with a raw passion that demanded she succumb to the
satisfaction of the sensual friction.

Jamie’s nails dug into the seat cushion as she
screamed, bearing down on the pleasure, her pussy tightening like a
vise around his cock. Her body contracted around him and she gave a
shrill, long scream.

“Fuck yes! Harder. Fuck!” The unladylike words just
tumbled from her lips, shocking her for a moment. She’d never
cursed during sex.

He kept slamming into her, and the brutal orgasm
continued. Jamie loved the feeling of the fabric sliding against
her belly with each of his powerful trusts. Darrick was
unrelenting. “Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!” Jamie wailed. Then
she truly came. The magnitude of her orgasm left her breathless,
and she buried her face in the back of the chair, screaming with a
primal force that terrified her. She’d never known she was capable
of feeling like this. She felt the heat of his release inside her
and his hot breath against the side of her neck as he laid his
forehead on her shoulder, grunting as he came.

He whirled her around, eliciting a gasp as he
startled her. “You are mine.” He looked deeply into her eyes. “Can
you say you would leave here and never feel that again?”

She panted, fear giving her passion an edge and
causing her lust to be reborn. Jamie wrapped her arms around his
neck, stretching up to kiss him again with a demanding passion that
he’d taught her to feel. Darrick wrapped his arms around her. When
he pulled back, he whispered something beautifully lyrical in a
language she’d never heard before.

“What did you say?”

“You are in my blood, woman. Do not leave me.” It was
more a demand than a request.

“You said if I want to go I can,” she challenged.

“Yes. I did.” He scowled, and his eyes darkened.

“If I asked to go, right now, will you allow me
to?”

“Yes.” The word seemed ripped from his throat. He
spat the word out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“That’s all I needed to hear. I want to stay, for
now. I’m still not sure about this whole mate thing. I don’t want
to leave though.”

She watched the realization completely overtake him.
Joy. The emotion was evident in his face and in the way he crushed
her to him before kissing her with brute force. She relished his
need. She turned her face to the side. He continued to kiss her
cheek and neck.

“I don’t want to change.”

He held her, going completely still. “I will take
what you offer me, woman.” Then he began kissing her again. Jamie
sighed. She was still unsure about many things where Darrick was
concerned, but she was sure about one thing. She wasn’t walking
away from the darkly unique man—Dragon. Mate—lover, it didn’t
matter. She’d found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her
Friday nights with.

The End

Other Books by Ashlynn Monroe:

Protector Mine

Fallen Angels

Indecent Encounters

Master of Mine

Casey Moss

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

Deepening shadows of dusk descended on the area.
Standing in the dark recess of a doorway, Bella, dressed in black
leather pants, tank-top and jacket, blended into the scenery. She
sniffed the air. The scents of cooking meats and their fatty,
greasy drippings from the fast food hamburger place down the block
and the hole-in-the-wall Mexican joint next door stimulated her
appetite. People had told her the burritos and enchiladas didn’t
appear appetizing, but the food was said to be superb, the best on
the boulevard. Her stomach gurgled.
No time to eat
.

Other smells wafted by her. Hot, dusty asphalt,
releasing its heat gathered from the relentless blazing sun of day,
underlay the food. The odor of thousands upon thousands of tourists
that had walked the streets followed on its heels, and trailing
after everything…
his scent
. She lifted her face toward the
blanket of night sliding over and covering the waning light of the
gray day and inhaled deeply.

She enjoyed a brief moment of pleasure from Godric’s
scent. Leather and wool. Male musk denoting strength and virility.
If only he weren’t an enemy of my clan
.

A slight breeze carried a hint of copper.
Blood?
Perhaps. She just hoped it wasn’t his. She’d been
tracking the man from the Winchapel clan for too long to let her
quarry fall prey to someone else’s hands. Besides, if she had a
chance to be alone with Godric Winchapel again—even if only for a
few minutes—she’d take the opportunity to derive some personal
pleasure from his presence. It’d be wonderful to have his strong
arms wrap around her, his hot mouth on her skin, her lips, her
breasts. She wanted his fingers threading through her long ebony
hair, gripping the lengths in his fist as he took her.

Bella shook her head to clear the licentious
thoughts.
Gah! No matter how nice it’d be to escape the ravaged
city through his touch, I have to stop daydreaming about
him
.

Days prior to receiving orders setting her on the
path to find a vampire-warlock and kill him, she’d met Godric in a
pub across from The Shores. She’d flirted with the tall, well-toned
and devastatingly handsome man, whose wavy blond locks flowed
freely to his shoulders and icy blue eyes twinkled in the dim
lighting. They’d played darts for a few hours, sizing up each
other, bantering sexy innuendos and buying each other tankards of
the weak ale the pub sold. It’d been a long time since she flirted
with a man and held his interest. She also didn’t care that he was
a member of an enemy clan. She liked him, or as her four-year-old
niece—who was too wise for her age—would say, she had
the
hots
for him.

Just before closing time, he had kissed her long and
hard, and all she could think about was getting him into her bed.
Yet that wasn’t meant to be. He’d taken his leave right after the
earth-shattering kiss, saying duty called, but pledging they’d meet
again someday and pick up where they left off.

Events a few mornings later, though, shot his vow all
to hell. She’d received a missive outlining her own duties. Her
quest commanded she find and capture the head Winchapel
vampire-warlock, take his shadow magic from him, retrieve his
amulet and leave him as a withering husk on the cold earth. His
demise would be a warning not only to his clan but also to all
other clans in the valley that Rampartchapels weren’t to be trifled
with.

Unfortunately, all the clues Bella had found over the
course of time led her to Godric, the wonderful man she’d met and
who haunted her daydreams. She hoped he wasn’t the one she searched
for. Godric had been too kind, too funny and warm to be the evil
one she tracked. She wasn’t much for praying, but she called upon
any higher deity out there listening to let her assumption that he
was the warlock be wrong.

Too many close calls and lonely nights depleted her
hope for a bright future more than she cared to admit. Bella loved
her job as a warrior in the clan, but she was tired of failing and
coming up empty-handed on this particular mission. She couldn’t
wait till she could give chase of the evil ones and Chem Warfare
Urchins, also known as CWU’s, for mere sport and play rather than
under command of her leader and his vengeful need. Maybe once she
brought the amulet back, they’d stop calling her Bella
Morte—Beautiful Death.
However, until she completed her
responsibilities to her and her master’s satisfaction, she had to
soldier on and continue to hunt within the war-torn ruins of Las
Vegas for those who had to be dispatched.

A true shame Godric’s next on my list
. Killing
him would be a horrible waste of a beautiful male specimen.
Perhaps I should stop thinking of him in terms of a hunky man
with a name. Might make doing the necessary deed easier in the long
run
.

A draft of air streaming along the buildings carried
a mark’s fragrance to her, but the scent she caught wasn’t Godric’s
anymore. To her dismay, she’d lost his trail, yet had picked up a
different one. Another evil creature lurked in the area. Perhaps
he’d know where the warlock she sought was and if he was Godric.
She was so close to finding the Winchapel vampire she could taste
it. Victory was sweet and would be hers.

Gingerly, trying to keep noise to a bare minimum, she
lifted a small, thin flap on her jacket, unzipped the pocket hiding
underneath, and pulled out the wires and ear plugs to the MP3
player tucked in there. With the ear buds fit snug in her ears and
a click of a button, she prepared for her work to begin. Wagner’s
Ride of the Valkyries
played as her target drew near across the
street.

“Damn,” she exclaimed on a whisper.

The new vampire had someone with him.
So distracted was she by thoughts of Godric, his scent, and the
smell of food, she never registered his female companion, who
looked all but willing to be with the
man
as she struggled in his
grip.

They had stepped a few feet into an
alley across the way and stopped. The ragtag vamp clutched the
equally unkempt lady and pinned her against the wall of the
building. By the looks of them, they appeared to be CWU’s—mutated
creatures that had lost their humanity and higher reasoning and had
no special abilities. Those animal-like beings were the complete
opposite of her kind. The chemicals from the wars had given her
people, and those in other clans, special powers and heightened
instincts.

Bella’s vision intensified, turned
telescopic, and narrowed in on the couple. The young girl thrashed
in her attacker’s grip to no avail. Her screams echoed off the
walls. He plunged his face into the lady’s neckline. The victim,
who seemed to rally and find some last threads of strength, placed
her hands on his chest and pushed. He jostled backwards. A twisted
smile contorted his mouth. Pointed canines dripped crimson
liquid.

Oh, this isn’t
good
. Bella stepped out of the shadows and
advanced towards her prey. She hated witnesses when she
fed.

In a blur of movement, she arrived at the
couple, then grabbed and spun the attacker. He faced her and not
the frightened girl who’d fallen to her knees in sobbing fits.
Bella seized his throat and lifted him off the ground, pinning him
to the building.

“Now you know how it feels, fucker.” Bella
loved the rough, husky quality of her voice when she entered
fighting mode. “Time to spill your secrets and your blood.”

A flash of light lit the night sky. A
couple seconds later, thunder boomed, rolled over their heads. The
atmospheric disturbances broke through her warrior training and
shocked her. She couldn’t remember the last time a natural
thunderstorm occurred. There’d been lots of manmade storms when
water became a necessity, but they had a different smell, different
feel, than natural ones. But even this storm seemed…odd.

Bella dropped the vampire, tucking
her MP3 player and headphones back into the pocket as she stepped
out of the alley to get a better look at the roiling
heavens.

Another crack in the air snapped above
her.

Her vision went black.

Chapter Two

“
Shit!” Beth jerked back in her
chair. The images on the flat screen computer monitor wavered and
blipped several times before returning to normal. She blinked,
jarring herself out of the
Massive
Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game
fantasy world of C.O.V.E.N. streaming before her. Her gaze
flitted to the clock on the wall.

Five hours? I’ve been
online
that
long? Feels like it’s only been five minutes. And what’s with
me adding my own thoughts to the game’s storyline?

The music
Valkyries
blaring through her
computer speakers ended and fed into the next song on her playlist,
“Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen. Except nothing in the game
had bit the big one this time.

“
Frustrating as all hell.” She tossed
a length of pizza crust onto a pile of empty chip bags and candy
wrappers on a small table near her desk. The colorful garbage
covering a couple of pizza boxes crinkled while a few fell to the
floor, revealing take-out containers.
When did I have Chinese delivered?
Her idling character, Bella, shuffled and fidgeted on the
screen, waiting for commands from her.
Three or four nights ago? Maybe five?
In the grand scheme of things, did it really
matter?