Kristin Miller - Intervamption

I NTER V AMPTION

K RISTIN M ILLER

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blood-doll: mundane who gives herself freely to a vampire, offering her blood in return for the erotic rush received at first bite.

enlightened: a term used in the Valcdana process, used to describe the vampires heightened state, post-draining.

Grimorium Verum : the Grimoire of Truth. Ancient tome preserved by the elders that contains the prophetic scrolls and maware revelations for the entire race. Rumored to be lost during the Crimson Bay Massacre of 1912.

haven: safe place for vampires to sleep during the day.

khiss: group of vampires gathered together around a leader who may or may not be their common sire.

maware : dark magic wielded by vampire elders, including powers of persuasion, time warping, mind-reading, and orbs of protection.

mundane : term used for humans with no therian or vampire blood.

Primus : leader of the vampire race.

Sheik: leader of the therian race.

therian : short form of therianthrope; a shape-shifting being.

Valcdana: vampire ritual of arranged marriage.

Therians Declare War on Blood-Sucking Creatures. Vampires Revolt, Fighting Back Against Natural Urges. Conflict Comes to a Head Beneath Golden Gate Bridge. Hundreds of Vampires Lost. City Mourns Dead.

Crimson Chronicle Archives: Headlines for February 1912

S lade didnt think twice about slamming the blonde against his closed apartment door. She gasped as her head snapped back, hitting the wood with a resounding thud.

You son of a bitch, she seethed, meeting his stare head on. You think you can just push me around like Im a fuckin doll?

Yeah, I do. He pressed against her, the wide span of his chest dwarfing her petite frame. His mouth hovered so close to hers, he could taste the cranberry from the Cosmopolitan on her breath. Tonight youll do what I want, when I want, how I want.

Her chest heaved fuller now, her chocolate brown irises judging the strength of his words. There wasnt a lick of fear in them. Is that so?

To answer her question he wedged his leg into the gap of her barely-there leather miniskirt, pinning her in place with his hips. He knew she felt the swell of his arousal when her eyes flared.

And what if I just walk away, huh? Tell you I changed my mind and that I dont want you, not one bit.

Youd be lying through that perfect mouth of yours. He nipped at her lip.

The air hiccupped between them.

For a split second Slade thought perhaps hed pushed too hard. Overstepped one of those fuzzy lines between sexy-possessive and dominating prick.

But then she whimpered, throwing her arms around him, crushing her mouth to his. Her tongue whipped and twisted like it was on some wild frenzy to explore the far recesses of his throat. She was good with her mouth. Expert even. He had to give her that much.

He could tell she could do other things with it, too, by the way she sucked and pulled on his bottom lip when he tried to pull away.

Despite her many soon-to-be-discovered talents, she was no match for Slade. Deep down she had to know it.

His hands took control, palming her breasts, gripping handfuls of her ass, sliding under her shirt and down the lip of her skirt. She was putty in his arms, mewing into his mouth like a newborn kitten with every stroke of his tongue against her lips.

Enough play time, Slade thought. Time to get down to business.

He needed inside. Now.

Damn it, why hadnt he left the door unlocked? It wouldve saved him the minutes detaching from this cougar to search for the key. His apartment was ritzy as hell; with twenty-four hour security, break-ins were non-existent. It wasnt like anyone would be stopping by to check on him, either. In fact, the only people who even knew where his apartment was were the girls he picked up at Club Fever or the Velvet Room. By the way each of those one-nighters had ended, Slade seriously doubted any of those lucky ladies would ever be calling on him again.

As Slade pulled back, fumbling in his pockets for the key, she bit into his neck and grazed her teeth along his jaw.

Lightning rods shot to his lap. It was a reaction that threw him for a total fucking loop. When she nipped at him again, he lost it.

Fuck keys.

He roped her smooth legs around his waist while ravenously working her mouth, stepped back, and front-kicked the door open.

She laughed as he stormed inside, her platinum blonde wisps covering her face.

When he smashed her against the wall and hiked her skirt over her waist with a jerk, she smiled. Youre going to have to buy a new door.

He ripped open her see-through shirt right down the middle. Buttons scattered across the hardwood, rolling through the dark living room. And youre gonna have to buy a new shirt.

As his gaze traveled to her breasts that were overflowing a lacy black bra, Slade thanked the Lord for doctors with abundant tastes. And for front clasps. He popped the tiny thing open with a quick snap of his fingers.

Done this before, have you? she said with a laugh.

Guess you could say a time or two.

Or a million, he thought, but kept his mouth occupied by sucking one of her nipples into it.

Her fingers raked across his body, pulling and tugging his shirt over his shoulders, then his head.

Are you pleased with me? she breathed, her hands dipping and riding the grooves of his abs. Or would you rather I shift into someone with larger breasts? Longer legs? Different hair? I would do that for you...

Theres no need to waste your shifts on my accord. He certainly wouldnt be returning the favor. There was no way to tell how many shifts therians had in the first place. Shifts were limitednumbered at birth and different for everyone. The idea that shed waste a shift for a single screw and risk returning to weak mundane form again, made Slade wonder if the girl wanted to expend her shifts. Perhaps she wasnt the only one being used tonight.

He grasped a handful of her slick mane and pulled back, revealing the span of her neck. He smudged a line of kisses from her collar to her ear. And what the hell would make you ask to change your hair?

I was told you liked brunettes. At the club... they said you only... never mind.

When he released her hair and looked her in the eyes, he realized she couldve been anyone. It didnt even matter.

Without word or warning, her hand slipped to his groin. After unzipping his jeans and making herself right at home in his boxers, she stroked his straining shaft. Or if you want, we can play it real dirty...

Electric currents shot up Slades spine.

Not wanting to hear another word about who or what she was going to offer up, Slade was on her in a flash, slinking one of her toned legs around his waist. He shot a hand to her center and was pleased beyond words to find shed left her panties at home... and was as bare as the day she was born.

Thank the Lord below, this would be a speedy trip down Meaningless Lane.

As his fingers went to work teasing her core, slipping in and out of her with quick, hammering strokes, his other hand pushed down his pants.

He poised his erection at her center, and then hesitated a moment on the brink of drowning in her warmth. Somehow he knew he wouldnt be able to do these one-nighters much longer. They just didnt feel the same anymore...

Throwing thoughts to the winter wind, Slade rammed into her in one hard stroke. Then pulled out and plunged into her again with enough force to shatter her completely.