Sebastien, a French vampire, has lived with the murder of his true love for three hundred years. Now there’s someone new on the scene, someone who looks very much like his dead love. Did she somehow survive? Has she been reincarnated? He won’t stop until he finds out exactly who she is.
Alex, a blonde and beautiful woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind, is followed one night by a mysterious man. Their chemistry is undeniable, and despite the realization he wants her because she looks like someone from his past, she finds herself naked and beneath him.
Soon, Alex is visited by a member of the mysterious Council, one who threatens to end her life. Can Sebastien save her, or will she meet the same fate Eloise did three hundred years ago?
Alex awoke slowly from tormented, erotic dreams. She opened her eyes to see the French vampire stretched out naked beside her, delicate black wings spread around him.
She stared in disbelief, gaze moving over the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, eyes lingering on the thick erection which curved up to his belly.
Sebastien didn’t seem embarrassed. In fact, he smirked.
“See something you like?” And his fingers curled around himself, slid his cock slowly through his fingers.
Alex’s jaw fell slack. She couldn’t take her eyes off the most erotic image she had ever seen. Something about this beautiful creature touching himself excited her. She could have watched all day.
“Of course, your hand would feel much better,” Sebastien suggested, not stopping his stroking.
Alex sat up. She pulled the sheet up under her arms. “Not going to happen,” she told him even as her eyes lingered.
“Your mouth then?” He grinned wider. “Can’t blame a man for trying.”
Alex tried to gain some semblance of control. It helped that Sebastien had taken his hand away and now lay with arms outstretched above his head. It didn’t help that his cock remained hard, and she couldn’t stop looking at it. The need to put her mouth around it was overwhelming.
She put her hand to her neck and winced as her fingertips felt two small wounds.
“Let’s review what happened here,” she said coldly, her voice less steady than she would have liked. “You broke in here.”
“Hardly,” he interjected lazily, but she ignored him.
“You took what you wanted, you bit me on the neck and then you actually dare to still be lying in my bed when I awake?”
Sebastien had the good grace to look regretful. “The biting was an accident.”
“Yes. An appalling lack of control. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re damn right it won’t. I’ll put a stake through your heart if you bring those teeth near me again.”
Sebastien gave her a rather wistful smile. “I like your spirit, Alex. In that sense, you remind me of Eloise.”
“We established that I wasn’t Eloise last night, yet still you forced yourself upon me,” Alex hissed.
Sebastien frowned. “I don’t remember any forcing going on. All I remember is you having to peel yourself from the ceiling.”
Alex flushed. “Stop changing the subject.”
“I wasn’t. We were talking about making love, weren’t we?”
Alex couldn’t help but look again at that instrument of pleasure lying thick against Sebastien’s belly. It was enough to make her shudder. She had sudden visions of straddling him where he lay, sinking down on him, taking him deep inside until his eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure.
“No, we were talking about you taking my blood. And it wasn’t offered,” she snapped.
“And I apologised.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well, I am now.” Sebastien’s eyes travelled over her bare shoulders. Alex hitched the sheet higher. “Once more for the road?”
The man was unbelievable. To think that she would actually allow him to put his hands on her again. He had used sex to subdue her in order for him to gain the real prize – her blood.
“Get out,” she said between her teeth.
Sebastien’s expression darkened to a glower. Perhaps he was not used to being thrown out of women’s beds. It pleased her no end that she might be the first. But the vampire shook his head. “I can’t.”
“It’s daylight.” He gestured to the rays of sunlight curling around the edges of the curtains.
Alex pursed her mouth. “I don’t care.” She looked again at the window and thought about the pile of ashes he would instantly be if she lunged at the curtains. It was a tempting prospect.
Sebastien slid across the bed so one thigh pressed against hers, its heat radiating through the thin sheet which protected her body from his. “You’d turn me out on the streets in full sun to die? After what we did last night?”
Alex turned away from his intense blue gaze. He surely knew how to make her feel like a cold-hearted bitch. She gathered her resources and stared him down. “You seduced me because I reminded you of this Eloise. Don’t try to make it into something more because it wasn’t. You used me. End of story.”
She slid from the bed, yanking the sheet with her. “I’m going for a shower. I want you dressed and out of my bed by the time I get back.”
She slammed the ensuite door.
Sebastien stared after her. Slowly, he lay down. Perhaps she was right, but he didn’t like to be accused of being less than a gentleman. That wasn’t in his nature.
He sighed, looked at the door with longing and touched himself again. His desire for her was just as strong this morning. He couldn’t forget what her blood tasted like, hot like molten lava and thick as honey in his mouth. Tasting her that way while he was inside her was the very pinnacle of ecstasy for him. One lust inextricably linked with the other, which she needed to understand. He shouldn’t have promised her it wouldn’t happen again, that was for sure.
He couldn’t forget her body either, ripe and undulating beneath him, each curve made to fit him perfectly. She was something else.
Perhaps she was a witch and had put some sort of lust spell on him. What other reason could there be for feeling this way?
He climbed from the bed, throbbing with need. Was he really about to humiliate himself by being rejected once again?
Yes, he was.