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Bloodlust: 4
Nocturnal heat
Marilyn Lee
Nocturnal Heat
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Copyright© 2003 Marilyn Lee
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Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Nocturnal Heat (Bloodlust, #4)
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
Night of Sin 3: The Ties That Bind Excerpt
Chapter One
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Dedication:
To my brother Edward:
I will always cherish the memories of the good times we shared and will forever miss you.
Prologue
Virginia, 1662–-Slavery recognized in the colony. All children born to a slave mother deemed slaves for life.
Guided only by the light of the moon, the horse-drawn wagon moved slowly along the dirt trail. Thick foliage bounded the path on both sides, making traveling slow a necessity. The night was warm and quiet except for the chirping of insects. The air was thick with the fragrance of wildflowers and damp foliage. It was a lovely night. Of course most summer nights in Virginia were lovely and made for love. Lea Walker glanced at the man sitting beside her, holding the reins of the horse in his hands. Alex’s hands, like the rest of his body were hard, strong, and brown. His hair was kinky, his eyes a startling blue in his dusky face.
She had known the first time she saw him that she had to have him. He had been reluctant. In the colony of Virginia, an indentured servant of color caught sleeping with a white woman faced a horrible and degrading death. Alex’s grandfather’s status as the owner of a sprawling plantation would not spare him should he and Lea be caught together. Still, she had been unable to deny her desire for him and she had pursued him until he had agreed to meet her late one night. The moment they were alone, they had torn off their clothes and fallen into each other’s arms, their lips pressing together in desperate, heated kisses.
The first time his thick, bronze cock with the big, dark head that pointed slightly upwards had pierced her pussy, she’d experienced her first taste of ecstasy of body and soul. She’d bitten her bottom lip so hard to keep from crying out aloud, that she had drawn blood. She’d lost control and come with only half his cock in her. He had responded by thrusting the rest of his huge dick deep into her body and straight into her soul.
Sobbing with a pleasure she had never experienced with any of her many other lovers, she had repeatedly come. He fucked his wonderful cock into her with long, powerful thrusts that continually shattered her defenses and inflamed her volatile passions, until she ceased to think of anything except that she was in love for the first time. She knew as she shuddered to another scorching climax under his big, sweaty body that she would not be able to give him up. Ever.
Alex’s father had come upon them in the fields just before dawn, still kissing and thrusting wildly at each other. She’d had her legs and arms wrapped around his big body and his cock, coated with their juices was still moving in a furious pace into her pussy. They’d been moaning and crying out with their pleasure and had not heard his approach.
“Alexander! What in the name of God are you doing with that oversized cock of yours in a white woman?” his father had roared. “Have you taken complete leave of your senses? Boy! I am talking to you!” He had gripped Alex by the back of his neck and forcefully dragged him off a stunned Lea.
Alex’s big cock had made a popping sound when it came out of her and what felt like an ocean had gushed out of her body. They had scrambled to their feet and stood before the anger in his father’s blue eyes with bowed heads, their hands pressed over their genitals.
“For the love of God, Alexander, she’s full of your seed. You might have impregnated her. Boy, I have a mind to beat you until the skin peels off your hide!”
Although the words had incensed Lea, she had kept her head bowed, certain that Robert Walker would not really take the small, black piece of leather in his hands to Alex. If he tried, he would not like the results, she vowed and remained silent, but alert.
“And you...you shameless hussy.” The tip of the hard leather applied under her chin, urged her head up. “What do you mean by allowing yourself to be taken in a field like this? Do you realize because of you my son...Have you any idea what would be done to him if he were discovered with you by anyone other than me?”
“It’s not her fault. I forced myself on her,” Alex had spoken quickly and gallantly.
Robert Walker snorted. “The hell you say! Don’t try to protect her. I know you did not take her without her very willing consent. I know her kind. I can see it in her eyes. She’s not worth your life, boy! Get your clothes on and get out of here now. And you,” he nodded at her “you are no longer welcome on this property, ma’am and I use the term very loosely.”
“Don’t talk to her like that,” Alex had protested.
“Boy, get your hide out of my sight before I send you home to your mama a bloody stump!”
“I won’t leave her alone,” Alex had said, valiantly.
Although she knew he feared his father, hearing him stand up to him on her behalf had endeared him to her even more. She had touched his arm and looked up into his eyes. “Go,” she said softly. “It will be all right.”
He had reluctantly gone and she had stood staring in defiance at the tall, handsome man with blue eyes and dark hair who had fathered Alex.
“Get your clothes on and don’t ever let me catch you near him again,” he’d told her, contempt in his voice. “I will not have him forfeit his life for the likes of you. You want a black boy killed on your behalf? Well, it will not be this one. Take your soiled goods and keep them away from him. I have not protected him this long just so he could be wasted on the likes of you. Get off this property and don’t ever come back!”
It had taken all her willpower not to scream at him that Alex was more man than he’d ever be just before she ripped out his throat and fed on him. But she knew his hateful words held a ring of truth and that concern for his only child motivated him.
She and Alex had tried to stay away from each other. But less than six weeks later, Robert Walker had again discovered them nude and making love by the river. Fearful for the life of the son he loved, but had never publicly acknowledged, Robert Walker sent him away to Canada. She of course followed, and their first set of twins were stillborn just months after their arrival and marriage in Canada. They had both been nearly inconsolable. Their grief had drawn them closer together.
They had continued trying to have children without any success. Over the years, they had come to believe that they would never be able to bear children with whom to share their love. Then, after fourteen years of marriage, the second set of twins had been born. When Alex was forty-nine, their third and last set of twins had arrived, making Lea and Alex incredibly happy parents of four lovely children.
Alex was everything she had ever needed or wanted in a man. His unconditional love and support made it so much easier to control her natural inclinations and lusts. And to their shared delight, none of their children showed any evidence of sharing her bloodline. She, the child of two full-blood vampires, long dead, had managed to not only produce normal children but she herself had learned to live and want a normal, human life.
This was all thanks to the wonderful man whose love inspired her to grow beyond the darkness in her. The thought of all the joy his goodness had brought into her life left her longing to express her love for him by giving of herself to him. She longed to feel him inside her again. They passed many spots that tempted her to urge him to pull the wagon off the road so they might make love.
She glanced back at the curtain separating the buckboard of the wagon from the interior. No. Though she felt ready to burst with sexual frustration, they could not make love with their precious children just feet away. Still, she longed to feel his thick, hard cock inside her. The trip from Canada had been a long, perilous one and they had not dared indulge their craving for each other while danger of discovery threatened.
He had wanted to leave the children in Canada with friends while they traveled to Virginia, but she had not been able to face leaving them for such an extended period. When he had insisted, she had pointed out that seeing her only grandchildren for the first time would be the highlight of his mother’s life. Although her life as a house servant had been eased by virtue of the fact that she was her master’s son’s favorite lover, her life still had not been easy. Now she lay dying. And seeing her son happily married with four handsome children would certainly ease her passage into the next world.
Feeling the pain of the man beside her, she slipped her arm through his and leaned against his shoulder. He turned to look at her and her heart ached for the grief already in his eyes. Leaving his mother, as well as the father whom he had a love-hate relationship with, had been difficult for him. She knew coming back to spend the last days with his dying mother would be even more painful. But together, they would get through this sad time.
She had tentatively broached the subject of “saving” his mother, but he had turned on her in anger and snapped no! His mother was a god-fearing woman who would not wish to have her life extended by unholy means. Despite her best efforts, tears of pain had sprung to her eyes. He had immediately taken her in his arms and covered her face with kisses, and eased himself into her. She had sobbed as he made love to her. As they came, he had told her he loved her more than life itself and begged for forgiveness.
Because she could not imagine her life without him, she had granted it freely. Then as he thrust his big, thick cock back in her pussy, she had reached up, drew his head down, and took him.
He had shuddered and shook in her arms, blasting her full of his seed as she fed on him. Feeling his blood and his seed rushing into her body always sent her straight to the most powerful orgasm. She drew her incisors from his neck and cupped his handsome, dusky face between her palms. “Alex...oh, Alex, there is so much love in my heart for you!” she whispered.
“Oh, God, Lea! You have the most wonderful pussy in the world!” he had moaned, his dark eyes burning with an exhilarating combination of love, desire, and raw, feral lust.
“So this love of yours is just for my pussy? Yes?” she teased.
“No. I love everything about you, Lea. Your long dark hair, your blue eyes, your tiny, pale white body. I even love your uneven teeth and the feeling they give me, sinking into my skin. What I love most about you is that you love me, a man born of a slave who looks so much older than you.”
She stroked his cheek. At fifty-five, there were lines around his mouth and eyes. His hair was generously sprinkled with gray, but his cock was still as thick and hard as the first time they’d made love nearly twenty-five years earlier. He was aging and would allow her to do nothing about it. She would one day lose him, but until then she would love and cherish every minute of their time together.
He, along with their precious twins, was her reason for living. “You are my bloodlust, Alex,” she told him. “I care nothing for what color your skin is or who your parents are. I love you. I will always love you. Always. You understand. Yes?”
He patted her hand on his arm and took his eyes off the road long enough to press a quick, tender kiss against her lips. “Yes, and I love you, Lea.”
Feeling satisfied, as only warm words and kisses from him could make her, she sighed with happiness. Then, sensing a sudden tension in him, she pulled back and looked up at him. “What is it, my love? What troubles you?”
He shook his arm and pushed against her with his shoulder. “You’d better not touch me like that from here on in,” he told her. “We’re entering Fulton County and you know what they do to slaves here caught with white women.”
Although they had received news in Canada that Virginia had just recognized slavery, surely they had nothing to fear from the new law. “You are not a slave,” she reminded him. “You are not even an indentured servant anymore. Your grandfather freed you over twenty-five years ago.”
He laughed, a bitterness in his tone she had not heard in years. “You think that will matter to the upstanding citizens of Fulton County if we’re spotted cuddling?” He glanced back at the curtain, covering the interior where their children slept. “I have a bad feeling about this, Lea. We shouldn’t have brought the children.”
She tossed her head angrily and drew away from him. “I could not leave them. I think you’re forgetting who-what I am. I will protect you all against any who would harm you. You will trust me to do this? Yes?”
He nodded immediately, but she could sense the fear in him and her hatred grew for the men and the culture that could create such discomfort in the only man she’d ever loved. Any who sought to hurt those she loved would pay with their miserable, human lives.
“I can smell water near,” she said. “We can stop there for a moment. Yes?”
“Yes, but only for a brief moment, Lea.”
They journeyed on in silence for several miles, then she tensed at the approach of several riders on horseback riding hard towards them. Her keen hearing picked up the sound long before Alex heard it. “Someone is coming,” she told him softly. “Many on horseback.”
He tensed beside her and tightened his hands on the reins. He glanced around. “We’ll let them pass,” he said.
Trees bound both sides of the road, leaving nowhere to pull aside. Their only choice was to continue along the road. They did and several minutes later, they came face to face with the six mounted men who would change the course of her life forever. Just beyond the riders, Lea saw a body of water.
Although their hostility was immediately palpable, she felt no fear. After all, she was a full-blood vampire and easily able to defend the lives of the five people she would willingly and happily die protecting. A short time later, Alex lay sprawled in the road, dead. She lay near him with blood gushing from her body, consciousness fading fast. The last sounds she heard were of their precious children screaming for her. Then came darkness and silence.
Chapter One
“If you could have one wish, what would it be?”
Dani Tyler rolled her eyes and shook her head as she looked across the dimly lit room at the medium who sat across the table from her. But what the hell? Since she’d been fool enough to come into this room and pay a hundred dollars, she might as well get something for her money. “That’s easy.” She smiled mischievously. “I’d want to meet a young, horny man with a hard cock who can go all night,” she said, feeling wicked just voicing her fantasy. Well, at least it was part of her fantasy. The other part she hadn’t shared with anyone...not even her best friend.
Having been divorced for two years with just an occasional one-night stand with a couple of minutemen to sustain her, she was big-time horny. If she could have a long weekend with a young stud who could stay hard long enough for her to come, she’d be the happiest woman in all small-town Orkney.
The medium, a very young looking, blue-eyed brunette smiled at her. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Yeah?” Dani couldn’t help grinning like an idiot at the thought. Man, but it would be nice to spend a couple of nights with a man with some staying power.
“Shortly after your return home, you will meet the man to satisfy your needs,” the woman promised. “Many women will envy you, for he is a man like no other.”
A man like no other, huh? He sounded too good to be true. And yet she had the strange feeling this woman’s words could not be easily dismissed. Was it possible she would meet another man who would make her happy again? She had been married so long that being single held very little appeal, and lord she was lonely...and silly. How could this woman possibly know what her future held?
“There will be obstacles thrown in your way, but the path to happiness requires you to toss them all aside,” the woman said, interrupting her thoughts. “Obstacles from one very close and dear to you and challenges because of his lifestyle, but when the opportunity to be fulfilled presents itself, you must take your courage in hand and reach out and grab it and take your pleasure. Once you have it, hold on tightly because the road ahead will be difficult.”
It couldn’t be any more difficult than the one behind her had been. Barry’s unexpected desertion after nearly twenty-two years of marriage had nearly destroyed her self-esteem. “And what do I have to do? Sell my soul or my first born?” she joked, getting to her feet.
