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in LUST BITES - a Black Lace Paranormal Novella CollectionPlease be aware that this excerpt contains sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios
Published
in LUST BITES - a Black Lace Paranormal Novella Collection
Blurb
Help, my best friend’s a vampire!
Teresa Johnson's best friend Zachary is a bit eccentric, what with his sun sensitivity and his strange food allergies, but she doesn't realise quite how far 'out there' he is until she needs a date for a posh country house wedding and asks him to accompany her. It's a good job it's an evening wedding… because Zack is a vampire!
Zachary Trevelyan has been trying to live as normal a life as he can for longer
than he cares to remember, but a mishap involving kisses and necks means that
he has to admit that he's fallen in love his best buddy, Teresa. And not only
that, he really wants to bite her!
Excerpt
Connecting with his surroundings again, he found himself at the centre of the maze. He stepped into an open area, a spacious oval ringed by benches where explorers could sit and get their breath back, while the tried to work out how get out again.
Zack didn’t sit. Instead he walked across the central turf to the deep ornamental pond that shimmered like a dark eye reflecting the moon.
Staring into the water, he laughed softly, his lust muted by the perennial amusement of another shattered vampire myth.
In the black water, he saw his own face, and his chest and shoulders, clad in his dark shirt.
He was distinctly visible, although not quite as clearly as Teresa would have been if she had been standing beside him. His image was impressionistic, far less substantial than that of a normal person, expressing the remnants of his humanity. On the continuum of vampirism, he was at the ‘light’ end… complete with spirit, soul, and conscience… and it was these that created his reflection in the water. A black-hearted villain probably wouldn’t see a thing.
And yet dark passions surged inside him. His sleeping lust was red and violent, roused by Teresa, and whipped to boiling point by their enforced proximity. It had been insanity to come on this trip, but he’d done it all the same. He was still human in some senses, and subject to the wayward foibles of human nature. And a human need for love that compelled him to grasp at the fleeting chance for intimacy, both emotional and physical.
With Teresa safe in her bed, perhaps a quarter of a mile away, Zack surrendered to the chaos of his senses.
His fangs descended - a rush of sensation in itself. And as the truth of his condition was revealed he rhythmically cupped and caressed his genitals, fantasising that his own large hand was her smaller, daintier one. His chilly skin seemed to burn with an icy fire and become painfully hyper-sensitive. His clothes irritated every nerve-end.
Ignoring the possibility of other insomniac explorers, he slid off his clothing, undressing far faster than any human man could have.
Within seconds he was naked in the moonlight, but still his pale skin tingled. He moaned, knowing that only the gentle, caressing touch of Teresa’s hands could soothe him. Only her hand could both rouse and give ease to the fury of desire. His own hands, running over his limbs, his torso and his belly, only seemed to aggravate his need.
Yet he couldn’t stop. He stroked his body, fingertips tracking over his dense musculature, imagining it was her fingers that were moving, sliding and tantalising. His cock was aching and heavy, standing out from his body now, a bar of darker flesh in the blue white light of the moon, a strangely human phenomenon taking over the body of an other than human man.
At last, he took himself in hand, growling at the impact of his own touch, baring his fangs and tipping back his head, eyes closed.
‘Teresa!’ His voice was a low rumble of feeling as he began to stroke and pump his flesh. He knew it was not her hand, but in a state of passionate fugue, his own touch was the next best thing. His mind was able to trick him, and he seemed to see her beside him, and hear her breathing and smell her myriad delicious scents.
She was touching him, fondling him, loving him, making him moan with delight, his thighs flexing as he pushed and pushed into the delicious enclosure of warm, skilled fingers. He wrapped his free hand around his torso, but in his imagination, he was clasping her to him, even as she clasped and caressed his cock.
The sensations built and spiralled, the intensity mounting. His sharp fangs pricked at his own lips as he fought to contain his vampire roar of pleasure. He tasted his own blood, the flavour sweet but inert. It was no substitute for fresh warm, living blood, but the fact that it had once had life goaded and lifted him to the point of no return.
‘Teresa,’ he shouted again, no longer able to contain himself as his penis leapt and his spine felt as if it were melting in a white flame of climax.
Chilly semen jetted from between his fingers, creating a silvery arc that glittered momentarily in the light of the moon. And as it hit the dark surface of the pond, Zack groaned and swayed, his spent body crumpling as he collapsed and curled up on the damp turf, stunned and sobbing with release and renewed longing.
© Portia Da Costa and Virgin Books 2007
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