against her hot cunny. Wanton desire raged with propriety—she had wanted Jonathon this way, after making love with Drake. And now she was with Drake once more. She was wicked, utterly wicked, but she didn’t care.
Warmth and wetness touched the back of her legs—Drake was licking her.
“The change—” She struggled to speak. If she knew how he’d changed, was it possible it could be reversed?
Was for the best. Do you know how strong I am now?
“But you are strong so you can prey on mortals.”
I don’t have to kill for blood. Vampires are superior to mortals. Vampires aren’t evil—I’ve
learned that in just the short time since I turned. Now hush and let me slide my tongue up your
bottom.
She stilled. His hands wrapped around her legs to keep her steady, to keep her under his control. His tongue washed over the cheeks of her bottom, and her legs quivered. Like a mare in heat, she pushed her rump back toward him. Her legs parted wider, her hips swayed. She wanted him to mount her, to fill her from behind.
Play with your lovely breasts,
he urged in her head.
Tug your nipples
.
He pushed her thighs farther apart, and she balanced on her toes to accommodate him. His tongue slid down the valley between her cheeks—damp with sweat—and she heard his groan of pleasure. To her shock, she realized he liked the scent, the taste. Her anus tightened as his tongue reached it, as his tongue pushed in against the snug puckered ring.
Relax for me
.
She tried. She truly did. But her derriere resisted his tongue, and he pushed it harder against her. She gloried in the wetness, the heat, the sheer forbidden pleasure of it. This was most assuredly a naughty thing. But it felt so good.
Speak to me in your thoughts,
he said in hers.
I will hear you.
Balanced by gripping the statue’s breasts, Serena tilted her bottom back toward him. The tip of his tongue breached her rear. Oh, the delicious delight! So wet. She let herself try to speak through her thoughts, but all she could say was
ooh!
In her head, she heard Drake’s deep chuckle.
Brilliant lights exploded before her eyes—the garden’s fairy lights, the glowing windows of the mansion blurred.
Drake plunged his tongue deeply into her bottom. Serena remembered the girls of the vampire brothel—and the large rods they had taken into their derrieres. No wonder they did. It felt magical to be filled this way.
The statue’s nipples jutted into her palms. She was gripping tight, rocking back to his thrusting tongue.
In front of her, far too close, bushes swayed.
Then she heard a muted voice nearby, a man’s voice. “I say—did you hear that?”
She expected a woman’s voice to answer; instead a deep, throaty voice groaned. “I can’t concentrate on a thing but your hand down my breeches.”
“There’s someone out here.”
“Probably a vampire. There’s been tales of them stalking the gardens of Mayfair. Now drop your trousers, Beecham, and let me pound myself into that tight arse of yours.” The deep voice held such hunger, such lust, that Serena’s entire body heated.
She was eavesdropping—but what could she do? Drake’s tongue was driving her mad, filling her arse with pure,wet fire, and his fingers—his fingers toyed between her slick nether lips. He wouldn’t stop to find somewhere more discreet.
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Drake’s tongue circled inside her anus, twisting, caressing. His fingers, wet and slick with her juices, rubbed over her clit. It was like releasing a crossbow. Her tightly strung body exploded.
Her keening cry rose over the dead bushes, the stillness of the garden.
“Jesus bloody Christ!” one of the male lovers shouted.
A deep, hearty laugh startled her. She floated slowly back to earth, to reality, to find Drake on his haunches behind her, a wild grin on his face.
You are incorrigible!
Serena scrambled to pull down her skirts.
Why did you come in here?
To get caught?
A little risk adds spice, my love.
He had heard her thoughts. It was so incredibly intimate to speak this way.
And I did think about sinking my fangs into the neck of one of the rutting gentlemen,
Drake continued,
and giving him the most incredible orgasm.
You wouldn’t!
I would.
His laugh rippled over her tingling skin.
Would you spank me, then, my love, since I
am so naughty?
If I threaten to do it, I will have to. With my charges, I quickly learned that one cannot make
an empty threat. Even when I spoke in haste, in anger, in the heat of the moment, I had to follow
through with what I said.
Bushes cracked, and she tensed. But the next twig that snapped was farther away. The men had given up their clandestine joining and were escaping back to the house. Unsatisfied, frustrated, and very likely terrified.
Serena refused to allow the chuckle that bubbled in her throat to escape.
Who was the vampire
they spoke of? You?
I’ve only been turned for two nights, love. Come with me and I will show you everything.
Tell me now.
She truly wanted to flee the garden. She didn’t want to be caught by anyone.
How many couples had heard her scream? But she stood her ground, ignoring her mussed skirts, her pounding heart.
Drake tucked her arm in his and led her back toward the gate.
You are a half vampire, Serena.
You are the child of vampire and mortal. The only one ever to be born. And you, my dear, possess
power beyond your wildest imagination.
I have no objection if you want to spank me now
, Drake teased as he tapped the ceiling and the carriage lurched off. Serena must have been stunned by the news, and he wanted to ease her shock a little.
I knew…I’d hoped that it wasn’t true, but now I know it is.
She had curled up on the seat opposite—he’d wrapped her cloak around her, for her hands felt like ice.
He frowned.
How did you know?
Lord Ashcroft knew. He corresponded with the woman who raised me; he had her send weekly
accounts of my progress, and she was to detail any signs that I might be a vampire.
She tipped her head back against the squabs.
Drake’s heart ached for her. She’d grown up with a woman who’d hated her—how he understood that. She looked so alone, so small and sweet and frightened, that he crossed over beside her, sat down, and wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to promise his eternal protection; instead he joked,
Now I know why you bit my neck while you fucked me.
A fire burned, like molten silver, in her eyes.
You won’t shock me with such language,
she admonished as she tipped up her nose to look prim.
I am well aware that it excites men to speak in
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such a base way.
Does it? You understand men very well then.
Drake grinned.
And it wasn’t my intention to
shock you. You are a vampiress. You have a strong sexual drive—a perfectly healthy sexual drive.
She blushed, and he laughed gently. When she tried to act the prudish governess, it only aroused him more. As a mortal man, born in the stinking slums, he hadn’t been worthy to even kiss her pretty hand. But as a vampire, he held power, immeasurable power.
He felt as though he’d finally found where he belonged.
Serena’s hair was mussed from her fierce orgasm. He could taste her most intimate flavors on his tongue. Still rock hard, his cock throbbed against his linens. Since becoming vampire, Drake had found his erections harder, immensely larger, and more insistent.
“Lord Sommersby is trying to prevent my change. He wants to save me.” She spoke aloud, plucking at his black wool cloak, and worried her lip with small, human teeth.
Blast, Sommersby. Drake heard the soft catch in her voice as she said his name. She cared for Sommersby. “Sweetheart,” he reassured. “There is nothing to fear in becoming a vampire. I promise you.”
“Tell me about my great power.”
Sheepishly, he smiled again. “I do not know very much, love—only that you are supposed to have power equal to the strongest vampire queens.”
“I read about them. Some can send mortals to different times, to unknown dimensions. Some can change weather and can unleash power that could destroy a city.” She shuddered. “I am not certain I want that responsibility.”
“Serena, you are a queen among vampires—don’t be frightened of what you are.”
“You admit you don’t even know what I am. Yes, I am frightened.” Large, beseeching, her eyes held on him. “Do you know who my parents were? Who my father was? Did he attack my mother? But he couldn’t have killed her. I wouldn’t have been born. Is there a chance she is still alive?”
“I do not know yet, Serena.”
“Yet?”
“I’m trying to build Lukos’s trust in me. To learn more about you from him. He destroyed his last disciple and he’s not ready yet to believe in me.”
“His last disciple? Do you mean Roman?”
Drake nodded.
“So he knew, then, that Roman was betraying him.” Sadness touched her eyes. “I almost feel sorry for horrible Roman—his greed saved my life.”
Drake brushed a kiss to the top of her head, to her gleaming black hair.
“What about Lukos?” she asked. “What do you know about him?”
“Lukos sat at the devil’s right hand. He was a powerful demon, and he needs a mate. It is his intention to breed a stronger race. A race that could destroy both humans and vampires. He needs your power.”
She ran her fingers through her hair, brutally tugging the strands. “Lukos thinks he can
breed
me? I don’t believe it. This is all completely mad.”
He cradled her close, stroking her back. “You are an admirable woman. Any other woman would have swooned. Or been hysterical.”
“Give me some time,” she muttered, “and I might provide you with both.”
“You have nothing to fear, Serena. Lukos cannot touch you, and then you will change. After that, you will have incredible strength.”
“
After
I change! You mean to turn me!”
“All Hallow’s Eve, love. Your birthday.”
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“But that isn’t—” A tear welled in her eye. “Ashcroft lied about my birthday, I suppose. He told me it was in late November. The rotten man even stole that from me. And I am going to change and there’s nothing I can do about it!” Her voice rose. “They know everything about me?
How?”
“I don’t know. All I know is what I’ve told you.” Gently, he brushed his knuckles along her bare neck. Serena gave a gasp. He lifted her fingers to his throat.
“Where are you taking me?”
My home. The rooms I now live in—where I pretend to be a mortal gentleman.
Drake groaned as she traced her fingers along his throat, as she ran her fingertips along his carotid artery.
You will start to feel the change as your birthday nears. Your transformation will be
more intense than mine. I want to help you. Protect you.
He gave a wicked grin.
And I want to indulge in a lot of raw, wild, sweaty, sticky sex.
“And how will being tied up help me to discover who I really am? How do ropes and bindings free me to find the truth?” Serena could not resist crossing over to the enormous bed that dominated Drake’s bedchamber. He had brought her back to the rooms he rented on St. James Street.
With her hand on the thick, gilded column, she peered down at the jumble of silken ropes. “I don’t want to be tied up. I was bound once before—I did not like it.”
From behind her, Drake’s sensual baritone whispered through the warm, quiet bedchamber.
“You trust me, little lark. In your soul, you know you can trust me.” His fingers slid down the line of buttons that followed the curve of her spine. The buttons popped open. Down, down, toward the small of her back. Her dress loosened, the sides dropped open. His soft breathing surrounded her.
Nervously, she asked, “If I am a vampiress, will I be attacking you in your sleep to steal your precious seed?”
“Is that a promise?” He laughed, and reminded, “We will hunt together, in the night.”
She gulped. She didn’t want to become a vampire! Not even for Drake. But could she escape her destiny?
“Not all vampires are demons, love,” he murmured. “I’ve fed once already and gave only pleasure to the woman who offered her blood. She slept, awoke healthy, hearty, and very sated.
When you change, there will be many handsome men who will clamor to have you drink from them.”
Her heart gave a twinge as, madly, she thought of Jonathon.
“My turn to undress. Watch closely.”
She did, but in a heartbeat his clothes simply tumbled to the floor. Empty. Blinking, Serena dropped to her knees in her gaping dress and grabbed at them. She lifted his empty shirt. He’d vanished before her eyes. She hadn’t seen it happen.
A black shape swooped and circled tightly, taking care not to come near enough to collide.
Only moonlight lit the room, and she strained to get a closer look before he glided into deeper shadow.
“Drake!” Serena called his name sternly, as a governess would. “I demand that you show yourself at once.”
The bat hovered in front of her, and she watched carefully. She wanted to see how this could be done. One instant the bat beat its enormous wings, the next Drake Swift stood before her, his hair and eyes as silver as moonbeams. His arms crossed in front of his naked chest. Around him, on the floor, lay his discarded clothes.
She had never seen him completely…naked. He was absolutely perfect, and he winked
.