Author Diane Whiteside » Spicy Excerpt from Bond of Blood

Bond of Blood Grania parked her truck close to the marina, less than two miles from the research center. She’d eaten barbecue and talked shop with the other vets, a very happy gathering. She’d admired pictures of their children and said the right things, then wondered if Rafael Perez was married. Foolish, foolish thought. A man with two bodyguards obviously lived too opulent a lifestyle to make a good father.

So she’d gone back to her little house and looked for husbands in the dating services’ packets. There were enough possibilities that she needn’t look in Austin’s suburbs immediately but none compelling enough to keep her from closing up the packets and looking for owls with her night vision goggles.

She worked her way into the forest slowly, taking her bearings from regular observations of the stars, as Tom had taught her. She saw an Eastern Screech Owl and a Barred Owl, both noted carefully in her logbook, before she moved on. Even watching her beloved birds, which had been her frequent escape from the orphanage’s stifling environment, couldn’t hold her attention now.

Finally she found herself on the edge of a mesquite thicket, high above the lake below. The stars were bright, the air hot and humid with a lightning storm brightening the sky to the south. The mesquite’s pungent scent soothed her, with its reminders of hiking trips with Tom and her college days in California.

Grania took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting all the evening’s frustrations go with it. She inhaled again, savoring the mix of familiar and unfamiliar scents. Texas air.

She settled into the thicket, intent on learning more of her new home. Yoga breathing came easily as she centered herself then let her consciousness relax and welcome the world around. The night’s small animals gradually crept back.

Grania smiled at the Great Horned Owl watching her from a branch high above. “Bienvenido, amigo,” she murmured under her breath and was content.

At least until her two-legged visitors arrived.

* * * * *

Rafael swirled a blanket across the ground then kissed Brynda again, long and deep. She moaned into his mouth and arched as he squeezed her plump behind. She was a dear friend, a widow who worked for his long-time attorneys. She was also a willing lover, who’d never objected to sharing her blood with him. She only objected to copulation, thanks to some odd need for professional distance between them. But her blood tasted sweet, if not fiery hot, and should soothe his frustration over that red-haired virgin.

His tongue probed the recesses of Brynda’s mouth, enticing her to frolic. She shuddered and rolled her hips against him. She gasped for breath, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. He kissed her cheek and slid his hand inside her waistband.

“Damn, Don Rafael, that’s it: rub my ass! Lower, stud. Get your hand down where I can really feel it. Oh, yeah, that’s it.” She lunged for another kiss.

Well, you couldn’t say that Brynda didn’t know exactly what she wanted, Rafael smiled to himself as he obeyed. Or that she didn’t communicate those wants to her lover, even if her language usually reflected her late husband’s naval career more than her staid life as a paralegal. Her capri pants were too tight to provide much room for play, even if they did ride so low on her hips that his fingers easily dived between her buttocks. One finger circled the little pleasure center and she broke away from his kiss, gasping.

“God damn, Don Rafael, you could make a nun leave the convent! Where the hell did you learn that move? Never mind, just do it again one more time before your hand goes where it really belongs.”

Rafael kissed her again as his hand delved lower, moving more freely now thanks to her unfastened pants. She quivered and stretched, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He allowed himself to forget his surroundings in the mesquite thicket. Or that Ethan and two of his men were only paces away.

No, this was the time to build his partner’s passion to its peak so it would infuse her blood with the largest possible amount of emotion for him to feed on. And maybe, just maybe, he could lose himself in this moment long enough to have a climax of his own.

Perhaps. A vampire didn’t have to have an orgasm when he drank. The bite enhanced the other’s emotion, whatever that was, so Rafael’s lovers always had a very strong orgasm when he fed, thanks to his insistence on sexual pleasure. But often enough, he’d simply be relaxed afterwards, similar to the comfortable pleasure brought by his own hand.

Tonight he wanted more. He wanted the mindless release of the petit mort, the small death that sexual rapture could bring. He needed to forget the little vet and live only in the world of his vampire’s body, where he’d dwelt for seven and a half centuries.

So he sucked Brynda’s ear, matching the rhythm to his fondling of her clit. She shrieked and her language promptly descended into Anglo-Saxon. He licked her neck, easily finding her most sensitive spot, nipped it lightly and licked it again. She all but collapsed against him at that, groaning his name.

His fingers stroked her folds, evoking a rush of cream that dampened her capris. He tugged up her short top and licked her nipples until they gleamed, hard and berry-red, in the moonlight.

She sobbed his name in response, pulling his head closer. He suckled her, scraping his teeth over the rich buds to make them as sensitive as possible. Brynda had been known to orgasm from attentions to her breasts alone.

Rafael eased her down to the ground. She grunted in relief as her pants came off. “Goddamn, that feels better! Those things were getting in the way.”

He ran his hands slowly up her thighs, enjoying the slickness of her arousal. She writhed, shamelessly encouraging him. He paused, smiling as her desperation increased and his cock swelled for the first time.

“Dammit, Don Rafael, move your hands!”

“Now, now, señora, is that any way to speak when others might hear you?” Rafael teased gently, his thumb gently tracing circles on one thigh.

“Screw them! And screw the watchers too! I don’t care what they think, as long as your hand starts moving damn soon, do you hear me? Damn soon,” she emphasized, quivering.

Rafael lightly bit one of her superb nipples. She screamed and arched as her first orgasm took her. Before it finished, his fingers brought her to a second climax, then a third with his mouth over hers. The fourth came from focused attention to her clit.

He bit down hard on her jugular when the fifth climax swamped her. He was desperate to drink and hopefully forget the redhead, even if his cock hadn’t hardened enough for an orgasm.

A woman choked from somewhere close by.

Rafael froze, vampire senses coming to full alert.What the hell?

Ethan cursed. Don Rafael, there’s a woman in the thicket just north of you. Tall, brown haired or maybe red.

Down wind of us, of course, so we couldn’t smell her, Rafael muttered. Whoever she is, she’s more stealthy than a cougar. He withdrew his fangs from Brynda but kept rubbing her clit gently. She moaned softly, easing down slightly from her sexual peak. Slight rustles marked Ethan and his men moving into position near the other woman.

Rafael shifted too, testing the air until he caught the watcher’s scent.

¡Coño! The lady vet was spying on him, she of the long red hair and the even more incredible long legs. And she was unmistakably aroused, her sweet musk tickling his nose. His cock immediately came to full alert, filling his jeans with the white-hot pressure of intense hunger.

Should I kill her? Ethan asked, his tone as dispassionate as if they discussed the best color for a new truck.

No! Rafael snapped, then continued more moderately. The little lady was poised to fight. He’d never seen a human deliberately attack a vampire. Such courage to protect someone she didn’t know! She did not deserve to die, unless of course she did actual harm. No, she has made no move against any of us. I will order her to leave and forget what she’s seen tonight.

He focused his attention on Grania and reached out to her mind. He’d done this a million times before to thousands of other people. Just a simple suggestion followed by a painless bit of forgetfulness, the basic skill of vampire survival.

His probe met a blank wall. He knew it was Grania, could feel the peculiar texture that made it uniquely her. But he couldn’t find a way to speak to her.

He searched her mind’s façade for an opening. Every human had a portal for telepathic suggestions, whether they were an ancient vampire or a newborn child.

Nothing. He couldn’t find so much as a crack.

Abandoning subtlety, he tried force. Go away, pequeña. Go away!

Her shields remained in place. Not a muscle of that gorgeous body moved.

GO AWAY!!! Rafael shouted as strongly as he could. Ethan and his two men flinched.

A faint quiver ran through Grania and her scent hinted of pain but not panic. She stayed where she was, inside the thicket.

Brynda sighed and stretched, an aftershock rippling through her.

Rafael closed his eyes for a moment. He had to admire Grania’s steadfast courage, refusing to run although she must know she watched a vampire. What now? Trust her not to kill him or to speak of him? His gut stayed calm so it might work.

Don Rafael, I’ve got her in my sights, Ethan offered.

No, we will let her watch, Rafael decided, following his instincts. His cock promptly throbbed eagerly. He smiled wryly. Obviously being an exhibitionist appealed to a part of himself he hadn’t seen in centuries. Or perhaps it was the audience that appealed. Afterwards, you will watch and stop her if she speaks of this. ¿Comprendes?

Yes, sir.

Rafael ran his hand through his hair as he pondered how to provide the best show for the little virgin. Then he brought Brynda across his chest, her expression open for Grania to see, and shifted her legs. The silent watcher would know what went on but not all the details.

He glided his tongue over Brynda’s lips, teasing her back into awareness.

“More?” she muttered. “You want me to come again?”

“But of course, señora. You are so beautiful under passion’s spell.”

“Flatterer,” she chuckled and opened for another kiss. “Oh yes,” she murmured a moment later when he fondled her breast. “Oh yes.”

Rafael stroked her breasts, plumping them until she shuddered and groaned. He twisted her nipples lightly, then tugged them, as her hips rocked against him.

The rich spice of Grania’s musk caressed him. He smiled in pure masculine triumph as his cock grew harder still. The little virgin was interested and aroused by what he did…

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