**Note*** Explicit sex, explicit descriptions, anal, F/F, M/F/M voyeurism, Blood Play, BDSM
Cavyn Sinclair is a centuries old vampire in search of conquest, but women are scarce in the wilds of Montana's Glacier National Park. Then he discovers a faint light trail left in the wake of an exotic creature he never thought to encounter.
To stay amongst her kindred, Loveday a Nymphomaniac in service to the House of Triune is forced to pay tribute to Medb on Beltane by participating in sexual revelry with any male she encounters, climaxing in Medb's name.
When Cavyn and Loveday come together the sex is raw and explosive. However, will they be able to sustain their passion or will Loveday fulfill her needs with Cavyn's nest mate Priscilla?
No matter how decadent the sex, Loveday longs for the freedom to choose her own destiny. Cavyn aids Loveday's bid for freedom, yet the payment Medb demands may be more than Loveday is willing to pay. Will she pay or not?
“My name is Loveday.”
“Loveday,” he tested the name on his tongue, the hint of Scots dialect adding a sensual twist.
“Loveday,” he repeated.
She savored the sound. The husky quality of his voice sent shivers of anticipation skittering across her skin. She studied him a moment, uncertain how to proceed. Knowing from endless experience there would be no delicate way to pose the question she must certainly ask.
As well, an element of danger accompanied the request when approaching a primed male. For this reason alone, she hesitated. No matter how articulate the words, it still amounted to the same thing. She was in heat, and needed a male to mount her. If that wasn't bad enough she had the extra worry of Cavyn draining her.
Still she had little choice. “Do you know what nymph–mania is?” She hoped he did, she just wasn't up to explaining the rituals and rites of her tribe.
He shifted closer. The air around him charged with anticipation. “You're an Insatiable tied to the Goddess Medb.”
Relieved, she released a gust of air. “Well, that's the short of it. So…if you're aware of my kind then you must know I need to pay homage to my Goddess through sexual revelry.”
He nodded as he stood immobile, allowing her the initiative.
Amazed by the turn of events, she followed his unspoken cue; grateful he gave her the choice to start. She moved forward the last few inches and looped her arms around his neck. He clasped her body tightly to his, until her soft curves molded the hard contours of his body.
His mouth grazed her earlobe, “Say it, Loveday.” He sounded out of breath.
Blood pounded in her veins, her pulse tripped an erratic beat and her body trembled. For the moment, she evaded his questing lips and her deep–amber eyes drank him in. “Cavyn, stay with me for thirty–one days, I want you as my servitor.”
“No.” His voice came across in a throaty whisper against the sensitive shell of her ear.
Her forehead creased in confusion and she began to question his meaning, but he waylaid her with a long finger to her lips effective in silencing her.
“I will stay with you, though not as your servitor.”
Her frown deepened, still not understanding. “If you won’t agree to be my servitor, then…?”
“You are to look upon me as your lover. I will not be relegated to stud service.” His serious eyes bored into hers.
“Oh, okay.” It mattered little to her. She only wanted him for what he could provide.
Apparently pleased by her easy compliance, he placed a light kiss on her slightly parted lips, while his hands explored the hollows of her back.
The masculine strength of his arms relaxed her, and she pressed back into his cushioning embrace. His lips traced a light path down the side of her neck. There he lingered, scraping the point of his fangs back and forth over her rapidly pulsing artery.