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He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. His touch ignited a hot fire inside my cold body. I leaned into our kiss and groaned. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap so I faced him. His hands massaged my rear. I ground my hips against him and felt his hot, pulsing need. He grunted and grabbed my hips.

Simon raised his eyes and I saw the carnal lust in their depths. It excited me. "You are very persuasive."

I grinned. "I learned from the best."

He chuckled. "Then let me educate you further."

He captured my lips in another passionate kiss. I leaned against his chest and groaned. Our clothes fell away beneath our eager hands. Soft caresses turned into steamy strokes as we let our lust take control.

I lost myself in my burning desire for his touch and scent. I wanted him to take me again and again, to claim me as no other man could claim me. He was my lover, my creator, my master, and I ached for him. His fingers, his lips, all of him. It was all my hot, sweat-soaked body craved, and oh god, did I want it bad.

He broke our kiss and pressed his lips against my neck. My body was afire with sweet, sinful lust as I clutched onto him. I shivered as one of his hands slipped between my legs. His fingers parted my wet folds and brushed against my nub. Tingles of pleasure raced up and down my skin, teasing me with hints of orgasm. His finger stroked me, eliciting from me a shudder and a soft cry. I rocked in time with his finger. My breaths came out in quick, shallow pants.

"Oh god," I moaned. I tilted back my head and closed my eyes. "Oh god, yes. Please don't stop."

His lips brushed against my ear and his chuckle tingled my skin. "Tell me how badly you want this."

I shuddered. My tongue flicked out and licked my dry lips. "So bad."

His finger stroked me faster. My carnal desire overrode my conscious thoughts. I groaned and rocked harder against him. It felt so good, so right to be touched by him, to be pleasured by him.

He watched me, his bright eyes taking in the bliss that was shown on my face. "Louder. I want to hear every cry and moan."

I gasped as he penetrated into my moist center with his finger. My hunger grew the more he pleasured me, but it still wasn't enough. I needed him, all of him. I needed him to take me and ravish me, to satiate this deep hunger that consumed me.

"Please," I groaned. I brushed my lips against his. My hoarse voice was thick with my need. "Please take me. Make me yours."

His restraint broke. He pulled out his finger and thrust his manhood deep into me. I cried out as he penetrated me again and again. Every stroke, every feel of him inside me stoked my lustful fire. This was what I craved, what I desired. Him claiming me, dominating me and filling me.

"Oh god," I whispered. My hands slid along his hard chest, taking him in by touch. I pressed my swollen breasts against his hot, bare skin and groaned as he massaged my pert buds. "Yes. Oh god, don't stop. Don't ever stop."

He grunted. His pace quickened. I could barely follow. Tingles of orgasm rippled through my body. I clutched onto him as a thick wave of sweet pleasure overwhelmed me. My cries filled the limo as he filled me with himself.

I fell exhausted against him. My chin rested on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned back against the seat. We lay still for a while before I leaned my cheek against his hot skin and smiled up at him. "You're a real animal, you know that?"

Simon chuckled. The soft vibration tingled my body. "I have been told that."

A soft sigh escaped my lips. I closed my eyes as I felt myself drift off into sleep. "Those people. . .better not. . .have been women."

"None so important as you."

A smile curled onto my lips before I drifted off into sleep.





Spell Snatching





CHAPTER 1





I'd hoped my disappearance and inevitable undeath would get me out of jury duty. Turns out it made me Exhibit A in a trial for my life, and the life of my lover.

But first, the night started as any other two weeks after our last adventure. Well, it was almost night. The sun had a half hour before setting when a tremendous shattering of glass woke me. I started up and looked around the room. The door was shut. I glanced at the other half of the bed. Simon was gone.

I heard another crash. It came from the living room. I flung the sheets around me and raced to the door. Something slammed against the door and tore it off its hinges. I threw myself to the side onto the floor. The door flew past me and clattered against the foot of the bed.

I lifted my head. My eyes widened as I beheld a shadow in the door. The shadow had bright red eyes, but they didn't belong to Simon. The figure was shorter and wore a full tactical-gear setup complete with ski-mask and gloves.

Behind the shadow in the living room was a small war. Simon and Certus duked it out with a half dozen other people with terrible fashion sense. The shadow strode toward me and stretched out their hand. I backed up on my hands and knees, and became entangled in the sheets. The intruder grabbed the end and tried to pull both me and the blanket toward them.

I yanked, they pulled, and the sheet slowly slid off me. I rolled onto my stomach and my hand grasped one corner of the door. My fingers wrapped around the wood just as the intruder dragged me to them. I pulled the door into both my hands and swung around, swinging the door with me. The wood connected with the side of the intruder's face. They stumbled to one side and released my sheet.

I jumped to my feet and ran out of the room. Simon tossed an enemy through the far window and turned in time to catch me in his arms. The last rays of the setting sun caused smoke to rise from his body, but he grimaced and bared it.

I grabbed his nightshirt and looked over the destruction of the living room. "What the hell is going on?"

He clutched me against his chest and looked past me. "A great deal of trouble."

I followed his gaze and my eyes widened. Another half dozen dark figures rushed into the penthouse. Some of them tackled Certus, and the rest surrounded us.

One of them stepped forward. "Simon Cruor, you and your companions are commanded to come with us."

He arched an eyebrow. "And if I refuse?"

The intruder's red eyes fell on me. "We can't be held responsible for the consequences." In the background the half dozen other intruders yanked Certus to his feet and pulled his arms behind his back. His face was bloodied and his clothes were torn.

Simon's eyes flickered from Certus to the lead intruder, and he tightened his grip on me. "You may tell Basileus we will go with you. Merely allow us a few minutes to dress ourselves appropriately for him."

The intruder narrowed his eyes, but nodded. "Ten minutes. No more."

Simon nodded at Certus. "And free my servant."

The intruder half-turned to his companions. They released Certus and gathered at the front of the penthouse. The leader stepped back and swept his arm over the penthouse. "You have ten minutes."

Simon glanced at Certus and led me to the bedroom. Certus followed and shoved the door into place.

I readjusted my impromptu robes and frowned. "What the hell is going on?" I hissed.

Simon's eyes remained on the door. "It appears I unwisely ignored Sarpa's warning, and Basileus has come for us." He pursed his lips. "No doubt to be judged under his 'justice.'"

"But who's Basileus?" I asked him.

Simon strode over to the closet and pulled out a pair of my pants and a blouse. "An old vampire who has set it upon himself to be the arbiter of paranormal creatures within this city." He strode over to the bed and tossed the clothes on the mattress. "And he does not accept refusals with his invitations."

I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at the door. "And those guys are what?"

Simon paused and glared at the door. "They are his 'escort' service. Apparently he suspected I wouldn't heed a written invitation."

I snorted. "I wonder why he'd think that. So we're going where?"

"To Avalon Island in the bay where Basileus will no doubt pass judgment on us."

I frowned. "But we haven't done-well, we haven't done too much wrong, have we?"

Simon pursed his lips. "That remains to be seen. Now dress."

"I can't wait to see the jury of our peers. . ." I muttered as my eyes flickered to Certus. He stood with his back to us and his eyes on the door.

I slipped the sheet off and hurriedly dressed. Simon looped his arm through mine and led us out of the room. The intruders stood where we left them. Their leader stepped forward and gestured to the front door.

"If you will follow us."

A long elevator ride and a quick walk through the foyer, and we were on the streets. A single black limo sat on the curb. The leader opened the door, and we slid inside. The door was shut and the car pulled into traffic.

I looked out the window and squirmed in the seat beside Simon. "So have you ever met this Basileus guy?"

Simon nodded. "Many times over the centuries."

"And I'm guessing you two don't see eye-to-eye."

A small smile slipped onto Simon's lips. "Not often."

My heart sank. Simon grasped my chin between his fingers and lifted my eyes to his. "Whatever happens, know that you will be safe." He glanced across the way at Certus. "If the worst comes, I entrust her safety to you."

Certus closed his eyes and bowed his head. "I gladly accept responsibility."