Victoria felt warm all over. Not feverish warmth, but a warm, tingly sensation running up her arms, over her breasts, and down her legs. It felt like a hand skimming over her body, leaving delicious trails of heat wherever it went. Soft, firm lips pressed tender kisses alongside her neck. One kiss touched her tattoo. An explosive bolt of pleasure shot through her body, from her hair to the tips of her toes. She moaned. The kisses continued down her neck and along her throat. Hands massaged her breasts, and her nipples tightened. Then magical lips replaced the hands and suckled her breasts. She grasped and jumped as theunfamiliar sensations wreaked havoc on her body. She moaned again as teeth grazed her nipples and sucked gently. A warm, rough tongue traced her areola. She went mindless with pleasure. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into liquid brown intensity. “Ivan?” she whispered. She couldn’t believe her friend was responsible forthe pleasure coursing through
van opened his eyes as he receded from Victoria’s mind. He looked down at his hands, surprised to see they were shaking. Shock flowed through him. He could not believe what had just transpired between him and the woman in the next room. Their coupling had blown him apart. He had never in his life lost controlwith a female. He had always been in charge during issanvi, never breaking a sweat, demanding and totally in charge. He had lost himself in Victoria, unable to control his body. His manhood had acted like it had a mind of its own. It had to be the most mind-blowing experience in his life. That was only the issanvi. He dropped his head in his still-trembling hands. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact she was his mate, that fact revealed when he saw the unmistakable copper glow surrounding her body, then spotted the same copper glow surrounding his body as well. Why did Sarim’s daughter have to be his mate? But that was the least of his worries. He would be surprised if she
Zanhoden sat in the head seat at the empty Imvura Council table. He had a lot of things to think about since the meeting with his son. Revenge was so close he could taste its honey. He had waited so long, planned and plotted for decades to get to this point. The fact his soon-to-be daughter-in-law was a DaliliNakissa was an added bonus. Getting Sarim’s heir pregnant was a brilliant move, and even though he’d stressed to his son the importance of doing so, he was never sure Khafil would actually complete the task and certainly not on the first try. He reined his excitement in. First, it had to be determined she was impregnated. Then he would celebrate the success. But he knew if she wasn’t—which was highly unlikely—she would be soon. Zanhoden, couldn't wait to shove his success in that bastard Sarim's face. He had instilled a strong sense of duty in his son at a young age. Khafil was his only son and next in line for the Imvura Council leadership. Khafil was indeed his legacy. He unde
She had had the most amazing dream last night. She felt her cheeks grow warm just thinking about it. She lazily looked around the room. The sun was streaming through the blinds, lighting up the room. She sat up and looked at the clock. It was only 6:00 a.m. She still had a couple of hours to get up and shower in order to catch her train. She laid back down. She still had plenty of time to think about her delicious dream.In her dream, she and Ivan had made love. No, it went past simple love- making. They had burned up the sheets. She wasn’t that sexually experienced, but based on what she’d read in women’s magazines or seen on talk shows, sex like that was not an ordinary occurrence. It was what people strived for. In the dream, they’d set each other’s bodies on fire. Ivan had gotten so hot he glowed. She blushed again and wondered if she’d been glowing as well. She remembered vividly how her body had shaken with pleasure and how she’d screamed Ivan’s name.How would she able to look
Victoria almost stumbled. Her chuckle dried up immediately. She entered “Seduce Ivan” mode. “No, nothing, just laughing over a dream I had last night.” Ivan raised an eyebrow. “What kind of dream did you have?” “Nothing important.” Victoria felt blood rushing to her face. She dropped her head as she sat on the couch opposite Ivan. She was too embarrassed to meet his questioning gaze. “I had a dream I was supposed to sing at a concert and nothing came out when I opened my mouth.” “Really?” He continued to stare at her, making her even more nervous and flustered. “Yeah, the funny part came when I suddenly grew wings and flew off the stage.” He chuckled. “You always did have an overactive imagination.” She laughed and looked up to find him staring at her. The laughter stopped as she returned the stare, unable to break away from the hungry intensity in his eyes. His usually light brown eyes had darkened to brown. The air between them became charged. Victoria felt little sparks of e
“I’m ready,” she called out. He watched as Victoria walked back into the living room. He watched the smile leave her face as she stopped mid stride. He felt the sudden rush of anxiety, nervousness. Ivan gave himself a mental cursing out. He needed to feed and soon. He had been so caught up in making Victoria stay with him, the role he was playing, and all the other things he had riding his back, he had ignored the hunger signs that were making themselves known now. He felt tired and his mouth was dry. If he didn’t feed while he was “running errands,” his eyes would start glowing red and his canines, sore from the pressure he was exerting to keep them contained, would protrude out. If happened in public, he’d have a helluva explanation to make to Victoria. Plus, the brothers wouldn’t be pleased by the fact he was endangering their kind to exposure. Damn, he was a Visdan, an elder son, he knew better. Looking at her, he smiled, hoping his canines didn’t extend too far and that he was
Sighing, Victoria rubbed her eyes and looked away from the computer screen. Ivan had left her again to take care of some errands. Over the last week, she’d noticed Ivan had had to take care of his mysterious errands on a daily basis. She was beginning to wonder what type of errands he was taking care of. She knew whatever business he was involved in was successful, evidenced by his lavish lifestyle. But what exactly did he do? He never talked about it and the few times she’d asked him questions about his day, he never really answered her. Instead, he changed the subject, and they would end up talking about something else, watching a movie, or end up going out for something to eat. She had to admit it was wonderful living with Ivan. Every evening they did some activity together. He had an amazing sense of humor and kept her laughing. She loved debating with him about politics and current events. It was like they had been living together for months instead of days. It scared her. Her
The walk home was quick and uneventful. Concentrating on Ivan’s briskconversation and thinking what she had to tell him later causedher stomach toknot up Following her lead, he stopped talking, and they walked in silence back to his condo. Once inside, Victoria quickly volunteered to fix dinner. Glad for the reprieve she started rummaging through the refrigerator for cook. Seeing movement behind her she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and saw Ivan watching her. “Is everything okay?” he asked. Arms loaded with food, she closed the refrigerator and turned to face him “No. Why?” “You were awfully quiet on the walk home.” “Oh.” What could she say? He’d noticed her lack of attention and participation in the mainly one-sided conversation? He couldn’t possibly know she was tense, nervous, and frustrated, could he? Nope, that would be impossible. She had her own weirdness but even she knew there wasn’t such a thing as mind reading. “You’re worried about something. Wha
Sarim’s Scent Glossary Abuu - vampire leader of all tribe Anglovaxens- Another term for vampires of Caucasian descent. Code of Ethics – Certain rules all Taalib Dumas must follow, set by the Darvan Gods. Darvan Gods – Ruling Gods of Taalib Dumas Desolihates -Name given to isolated tribes of Africa who didn’t associate with the modern Taalib Duma tribes. Humvansi - human vampires Issanvi- the vampire equivalent of sex Imvura- a tribe of Taalib Dumas of mixed descent (African and Caucasian). They are second in numbers and power to the Soga’s. Migrata - the first state of rest Taalib Duma- seeker of blood Tralu - leader of the Imvura Vahothes- Mothers or first protectors of Taalib Dumas Vahantes – Fathers or elder council members of Taalib Dumas Vancanes – underground freezer where humans are kept in a semi-frozen state until feeding time. Vandilum - Drink made from a dying vampire’s blood that renders any male Taalib Duma impotent, except during the full moon. Vrandar Zo
“Rest now. We are one, and I will not let anyone harm our family,” he whispered as her eyes closed. Victoria fell asleep with a smile on her face, feeling whole and complete and confident for the first time. She had truly found her other half. ***** Epilogue He sat quietly in the dark, rolling the silver ball between his fingers. He had failed to realize there was a snake among the Sogas and he had failed to secure the one thing that would keep the Chair of Drumhani with the Sogas. Standing, he began pacing the floor, angry with himself for not listening to his instincts and letting his brothers down. He should have killed the deceitful bastard when he first felt the inclination, too. They whispered about him behind his back. Several brothers had spoken about a take-over, but so far no one had been brave enough to challenge him directly for the seat. He felt the anger and disappointment in their stare
Victoria’s eyes became large dark orbs and her mouth formed an O as he slowly filled her. She took a deep breath and balanced herself as he began to move. She started in surprise as he grabbed her hips and thrust deep. Her body vibrated as he deepened his strong strokes. Lifting her butt up, she became greedy, wanting to catch each sensation as he continued to move deeply into her, her vagina grasping for more. Her begging became more demanded as she pleaded with him to go deeper and harder. “It feels so good,” she whispered. Lifting her head, she opened her eyes and stared at the Council members, smiling. She didn’t care that his brothers were witnessing her total depravity. “What are you doing?’ she protested as Khafil slowed before stopping completely. He attempted to pull out, but she began to move, backing up on him, desperate to keep him inside her still needy vagina. She slowly worked his thickness inside of her until her buttocks touched his stomach. The sensations and hi
They both nodded and watched her closely as she washed her breasts. Embarrassed, Victoria turned her back on the intense stares and bent down in the warm water to wash her suddenly sensitized private area, all the while feeling their eyes on her. She cursed when she realized her hands were shaking. Why were they just standing there watching her wash her body and looking at her like they were fat kids and she was a piece of cake? After stalling as long she could, she turned around.“I’m ready.” They nodded and handed her a large fluffy towel. She was then led out into a bedroom and rubbed briskly with another soft towel. While she was still slightly damp, the attendants rubbed a cool creamy peachy lotion onto her skin.Victoria blushed as they began caressing the lotion onto her butt. Yelping, she knocked one of the attendant’s hands away when one of their soft hands slipped between her legs and rubbed the creamy lotion onto the sensitive area near her vagina. Heat blazing hot, she l
“How?” she asked, not understanding. He laughed. “The infamous mate’s glow.” “Oh.” She felt heat rush to her face. “Once that was revealed, the council had no choice but to honor my mother’s request and her family’s that she be mated with my father.” “Something tells me Sarim didn’t like that.” “Not one bit. They had to go before the council because Sarim challenged my father for taking his intended. My father had to prove he and my mother were mates or face death.” “Don’t tell me they had to do the ceremony in front of everyone...” “At the council, yes, they did. Afterward, the promised union with my mom and Sarim was dissolved.” “Wow, no wonder there is bad blood between the two.” “Yeah, we even think Sarim is responsible for my mother’s death.” “What?” Do you think my father would really go that far?” “Yes, he would. You forget I have worked as your father’s protector for decades. After what I’ve seen, he is quite capable of anything.” Victoria shuddered. She didn’t wa
Could he already know? Victoria wondered. Could he smell his blood in her baby? “You’re breeding, or what you call pregnant.” “Damn,” she murmured. “That’s a wicked pregnancy test.” Khafil laughed. “Yeah, it is, but it’s effective.” “Yeah,” she agreed. Lying back down, she was unable to continue facing him. She felt exposed and was too vulnerable to face him with her next question. “So what happens next for us?” She didn’t know if she was ready for his answer. “The Code of Ethics forbids any Taalib Duma child to knowingly be born to unmated parents or to parents not joined in a union.” “But we are mated,” she interjected. “Yes, but we are not blood-bonded mates,” he continued. “The law says we have to become blood bonded since we are bringing a Taalib Duma child into existence.” “You mean we have to go through that ceremony you were telling me about? The ceremony that makes us sex in front of your brothers and drink each other’s blood.” He nodded his head. “What ha
Sitting at the council table, deep in thought, Khafil was blown away by what his father had just told him. Victoria being impregnated was not completely unexpected but was indeed still shocking. He knew it was a strong possibility, given they were mates and they had been having unprotected sex. He shouldn’t have been so rough with her last night. He should have known his mate was breeding. He cursed himself for his lack of focus on what was important. His mind had been occupied with the plans for presenting the Imvura case for leadership to the Council. The Imvuras already had a good case based on Sarim’s transgressions over the years and the fact he, the Imvura heir, and Sarim’s descendant were mates. Now that she was impregnated, it almost guaranteed the Imvuras would be the ruling brotherhood and he would become Abu. Pushing those thoughts aside, his mind landed back on Victoria. They would have to become true blood-bonded mates and go through the ceremony she referred to as an o
“Afternoon?” Victoria asked, the grogginess disappearing as she realized how late it was. Zanhoden, if she remembered correctly, was Khafil’s father. “I just woke up and need to get dressed.” “We’ll wait,” was the solemn reply. Victoria squeaked out an okay and closed the door. She leaned against it and tried to pull herself together. What could Khafil’s father possibly want to meet with her about? Nothing good that's for sure. She didn’t have a good feeling about it. Khafil had not mentioned his father wanted to meet her. Khafil didn’t mention anything to her, since they rarely talked to each other. She went in the spacious bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower. The warm water felt relaxing and soothed the tension that was strumming through her body. She would go meet with his imperialness, and she would not be intimidated.
Khafil sat in the meeting, aware of his father watching him. Instead of returning his gaze and assuring him everything was okay, he ignored him. If he had disregarded his father’s advice, he wouldn’t be in this situation. He was irritable because he hadn’t been sleeping well. Since his mate wasn’t in a state of rest, he couldn’t fully submerge in his resting state. He was also extremely horny. He hadn’t had sex in over a week-ever since the incident with Sarim.And he didn’t know how to bridge the gap with Victoria . He could solve one of his problems and offer what more than one willing female had been willing to give him, but the mate in him rejected the thought of being intimate with another female. He wanted Victoria, and she hated him plain and simple, so his chances of getting satisfaction were slim to none.“Khafil, what do you think of Malik’s plan?”Khafil rose his head to see all of the council members watching him keenly. Khafil glanced at his father, who frowned at him. Da