Seconds ticked by as Bastien contemplated his choices, and despite the otherwise occupied revelers, an undercurrent of expectancy shot through the crowd. A surge of impatience rose from the other nymphs as they pushed out boobs and sucked in cheeks and stomachs in the hopes of catching Bastien's notice.
Conversely, Ava did nothing to draw his attention. Because of, or possibly in spite of her body's awakening pleasure points, she wanted nothing to do with the potential rapist-murderer.
"Time is up, Bastien. Reveal your chosen bedmate."
She jolted, unable to breathe, as he moved toward her in a deliberate, predatory manner, not unlike a tiger stalking its prey. Never breaking eye contact, he came to a standstill within a hairsbreadth of her treacherous, erect nipples. She inhaled sharply as a heated, calloused palm slid over her shoulder, beneath her silken curls, and closed around the nape of her neck. The unmistakable spicy scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils. Her eyes widened in surprise as she held his stare, mesmerized by his black irises.
The thought to pull back never entered her mind.
Bastien's head lowered slowly, descending inch by inch until finally his cool, firm lips pressed against hers. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked until her mouth fit flush against his. He narrowed his attention on her upper lip, nibbled there in unhurried exploration, and ran his tongue along the seam. On a gasp of excitement, her lips fell open a fraction, and his tongue immediately invaded her mouth.
All of a sudden, the playful kiss turned explosive, impassioned, unlike any other she experienced. In spite of her deep-seated fear of the deadly Chaser, her senses melted under the onslaught of his sexual expertise. Unable to deny her body's burgeoning desire, she moved close to him, seeking his heat. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as his fingers skimmed the sensuous curve of her lower back.
Then he drew away to look into her passion-glazed eyes.
"Time to slake my desire, Nymph."
Conversely, Ava did nothing to draw his attention. Because of, or possibly in spite of her body's awakening pleasure points, she wanted nothing to do with the potential rapist-murderer.
"Time is up, Bastien. Reveal your chosen bedmate."
She jolted, unable to breathe, as he moved toward her in a deliberate, predatory manner, not unlike a tiger stalking its prey. Never breaking eye contact, he came to a standstill within a hairsbreadth of her treacherous, erect nipples. She inhaled sharply as a heated, calloused palm slid over her shoulder, beneath her silken curls, and closed around the nape of her neck. The unmistakable spicy scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils. Her eyes widened in surprise as she held his stare, mesmerized by his black irises.
The thought to pull back never entered her mind.
Bastien's head lowered slowly, descending inch by inch until finally his cool, firm lips pressed against hers. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked until her mouth fit flush against his. He narrowed his attention on her upper lip, nibbled there in unhurried exploration, and ran his tongue along the seam. On a gasp of excitement, her lips fell open a fraction, and his tongue immediately invaded her mouth.
All of a sudden, the playful kiss turned explosive, impassioned, unlike any other she experienced. In spite of her deep-seated fear of the deadly Chaser, her senses melted under the onslaught of his sexual expertise. Unable to deny her body's burgeoning desire, she moved close to him, seeking his heat. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as his fingers skimmed the sensuous curve of her lower back.
Then he drew away to look into her passion-glazed eyes.
"Time to slake my desire, Nymph."
“My name is Loveday.”
“Loveday,” he tested the name on his tongue, the hint of Scots dialect adding a sensual twist.
She smiled.
“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.”
“Loveday,” he tested the name on his tongue, the hint of Scots dialect adding a sensual twist.
She smiled.
“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.”
Satan help me I'm bored, Viggo Derevenko, thought, as he sprawled on the
leather couch elevated by the dais. His body barely stirred at the sight laid out before
him. The human woman had tried to entice him into joining her amongst the floor
cushions all evening. Granted, her body blushed a healthy shade of pink, proof the
blood flowed strong, however fucking her held little appeal. Shoving himself into her
already well used pussy proved an unattractive notion. While he remained unmoved by
the pout she gave him, Ivan, another of his vampire nest mates sidled up, bent her
forward and entered from behind. Passive, Viggo watched as the couple dropped to the
floor both well served for the moment. He shook his head. Why even attend these
orgies, he thought. Especially since the excitement of sexual conquest faded long ago.
He could feed on anyone he chose; both sexes offered themselves freely. Nonetheless,
he preferred roaming the streets to seek his dinner. It remained the one activity in which
he retained a semblance of interest. The thrill of the hunt drove him out of doors since
he required only a mere sip of blood to sustain him.
Coming to a decision, he left the dais stepping around and over writhing bodies
until he stood before the orgy chamber double doors. Two of his underlings hurried to
unblock the entrance when he stilled, sensing a feminine presence directly behind him.
He turned around stared at the woman, one brow arched waiting for her to speak.
Undeterred by his aloof demeanor the woman grasped his large cool hand
placing it on her breast.
He did nothing.
She squeezed his hand further plumping the enhanced orb in an attempt to raise
his interest. When that didn't spark a reaction she grabbed his other hand and led him
down a dimly-lit corridor to a private alcove onto a partially hidden settee. A seductive
smile played about her lips as she lay back in a leisurely pose calculated to speed his
pulse.
It didn't.
He waited un-aroused, unemotional though curious to discover the next ploy
meant to tempt him.
The heavy-breasted woman brought her knees up, black stiletto-heels dug into
the seat cushion exposing a cunt glistening with fresh cum.
