Devour Me

by Lydia Parks

Genres: Paranormal Romance

Synopsis

In "Dark Obsession," a vampire is drawn to a woman who has taken refuge in his home; while in "Blood Lust," a vampire archaeologist desperately struggles to become mortal after falling in love. By the author of Addicted. Original.

Release date: September 1, 2009

Publisher: Aphrodisia

Print pages: 336

Sample

When Benjamin strode into the Tangled Net, letting the heavy wooden door slam behind him, his appearance quieted the dozen or so voices around the small bar.

“Welcome back, Captain,” Rick said, pouring a double shot before it was ordered. After twenty years, he knew what everyone drank. “Hell of a storm brewing out there.”

“Aye, that it is.” Benjamin settled into his usual chair at the table in the corner. “Nothing like a good storm to stir the blood.”

“And wake ghosts,” a white-haired fisherman added from his seat at the bar.

“Oh, hush that kind of talk.” Abby shoved the old man’s shoulder good-naturedly as she passed behind him. “We don’t need ghosts in here.” She grabbed the glass from the bar and carried it ceremoniously across the room.

Abby wore a skirt so short, it barely covered her very round bottom, and a blouse cut low enough to draw stares. Flaming red curls encircled her face and played at her shoulders as she sauntered, head lowered seductively, placing one foot directly in front of the other so that her hips swayed hypnotically.

Benjamin took in every movement. Her full breasts rose and fell with each step, and the fabric of her skirt swished against her thighs. The tip of her tongue slid across her bottom lip and her green eyes flashed excitement.

She deposited the drink on the table with a thud. “Well, now, look what the cat dragged in.”

Benjamin emptied half the glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he leaned back and smiled up at her. “I do believe you’re lovelier tonight than you were last month.”

“Three months ago,” she said.

“Three? You must be mistaken.”

She dropped one fist to her hip. “Three months and two days.”

“I can’t imagine where the time goes.” He shook his head slowly.

“I bet you can’t,” she said quietly. She leaned forward, flattening her palms on his table, exposing every bit of her cleavage to his hungry gaze. “And I suppose you expect me to drop everything just because you happened to wander in.”

She straightened and spun around to leave.

He caught her hand and tugged, and she tumbled into his lap with a squeal and a laugh.

Her familiar scent filled his head with memories of pleasure-filled hours, and he nuzzled her soft hair to pick up more as he tuned into the steady beat of her heart.

“I do expect you to drop everything,” he said.

She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and made herself more comfortable. “Ah, what the hell?” Holding his gaze, she downed the rest of his whiskey, plopped the glass back onto the table, and then kissed him.

It wasn’t a deep, meaningful kiss, but an invitation. Her warm lips paused against his for a moment, promising more when there weren’t so many witnesses.

His cock began to harden beneath her rump and she grinned. “Missed me, did you?”

“I always do.”

“And whose fault is that?” She raked her fingers through his hair. “You know where I am.”

He slid his hand up the inside of her luscious thigh. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Then why are we sitting at this table?”

Benjamin rose and placed Abby on her feet. He offered her his arm, and she looped hers through it.

A bottle crashed to the floor in front of them and shattered.

“She’s having a drink with me!”

“Bullshit! I asked her first!”

Two men squared off in the middle of the dimly lit bar, both raising fists and hunching defensively. Glass crunched beneath their boots as they circled. Judging by their ragged clothing and the smell of them, they were fishermen freshly returned from the sea and already well on the road to inebriation.

A wide-eyed mousy waitress stood against the bar behind them, clutching a tray to her chest. “Please, don’t fight. Please.”

“Aw, crap, not again.” Abby released Benjamin’s arm and stepped forward. “What do you two think you’re doing?”

Benjamin drew her out of harm’s way and moved around her. “Gentlemen, this is no way to behave.”

“Fuck off, old man,” the taller of the two said. “This is between him and me.”

The shorter one took the opportunity to connect a fist with his opponent’s jaw, and the taller man staggered back a step. Then, growling with anger, he swung wildly at the shorter man’s head.

The mousy waitress stepped forward, pleading. “Please!”

One of the combatant’s elbows sent her reeling against the bar. Her tray fell to the floor and rolled away.

Benjamin grabbed the two men by the fronts of their shirts, and raised them into the air. They flailed and tried to break free.

“Enough!” He brought their heads together in midair with a crack and then tossed them in opposite directions. The two men skidded across the floor, bumping into tables and chairs, until they came to rest against opposite walls.

The smaller one rose first, rubbing his head and glaring at Benjamin.

Benjamin took a step in his direction and the man staggered out the front door. The taller man followed, half running and half crawling, and the door swung shut behind him.

After a moment, applause rose from the remaining customers. Benjamin bowed formally, then turned toward Abby and offered his arm again, which she took.

As they passed the younger waitress, who swiped at tears as she retrieved her tray, Abby stopped. “Poor Tess. I’m not sure she’s really suited to this job.” She looked up at Benjamin with eyebrows arched. “Maybe she needs a little boost in self-confidence?”

“As you wish.”

Abby whispered something to Tess; Benjamin purposely didn’t listen. Then she waved to Rick, who nodded, and the two women started toward the back of the building arm-in-arm.

Benjamin followed. As they climbed the old staircase, constructed at least two hundred years ago, he studied the women, so dissimilar in their matching outfits. Where Abby was round and soft with curves he knew well, this new woman, Tess, was angular and tight—not unattractive, but very different. She was quite a bit shorter than Abby, who was fairly tall for a woman.

Both had strong, steady heartbeats.

At the top of the stairs they turned to the right and continued to the last room, which Abby unlocked with a key hidden on top of the doorframe. She called this her resting room, although as far as he could see she rarely rested here. The Tangled Net had once been an active brothel. Now it was a nice, generally quiet place to drink a beer or two, and Abby, as part owner, did as she wished. She was, however, no whore, simply an enthusiastic partner for one or two men. And Benjamin.

“I’m really sorry,” Tess said, wiping fresh tears with the back of her hand.

“For what?” Abby sat on the edge of a quilt-covered bed and drew the smaller woman down beside her.

Benjamin unbuttoned his cloak, hung it on a hook by the door, and settled into one of the upholstered chairs facing the bed where he could continue to study the two women. Wind rattled upstairs windows and drove occasional drops of rain against the ancient glass where they pinged like pebbles.

“They were fighting because of me,” Tess sniffed. “And I dropped a bottle.”

Abby patted her hand in motherly fashion. “They were fighting over you. A different matter altogether. And we all drop drinks now and then. No big deal, as long as you don’t make a habit of it.”

She nodded, but didn’t look convinced.

Abby glanced at Benjamin.

“Tess, is it?” Benjamin rose and extended one hand, palm up.

The woman nodded again. After a moment’s hesitation, she placed her hand in his. He drew her to her feet and gazed down into her hazel eyes. She couldn’t be much more than five foot two, so barely reached his chest.

“My name is Benjamin,” he said, softening his voice. “Are you from Black Cove?”

Her hand trembled in his, and she shook her head. “Gloucester.”

He smiled. “Daughter of the sea, then.”

She nodded.

He pictured heavy rock buildings and grey boulders rising from green hills leading down to the water’s edge. He smelled salt and rotting fish warming in the sun, and heard water slapping against wooden hulls. He felt the steady rise and fall of the tides like the breath of the Earth itself. And he listened to her heartbeat.

Tess’s hand stilled.

He rolled the sensations together into a bundle and let them radiate from his fingers as he reached up and stroked her cheek. “You are part of all this,” he whispered, “reaching back through time. Take it into your heart.” He cupped her jaw. “Draw strength from it.”

He felt the line connect at that point, and Tess’s eyes widened. She saw the glory of the past and the strength of the sea. He had a clear path into her thoughts. “What passes here tonight you won’t remember as anything unusual,” he said.

Her eyelids fluttered and he caught her as she collapsed. Gently, he returned her to her seat on the bed and plopped back into his chair.

Abby held the younger woman’s hand. “Is she okay?”

Benjamin nodded. “Easier to influence than some.”

“Like me, you mean?”

He raised his foot. “Perhaps.”

Abby tugged off one boot and then the other, dropping them to the floor. “Come on, tell me. Did you do this voodoo stuff on me when we first met?”

He grinned, his mouth firmly shut.

In fact, he’d spent a full year visiting Abby every few months before she realized what was going on. But she was stronger-willed than most mortals he’d known, and he’d finally been unable to remove the memory. Fortunately, she’d remembered with acceptance.

Taking his hand, she drew him to his feet and toward the bed. “You don’t plan to make me wait all night, do you? I have customers downstairs.”

He had absolutely no desire to make her wait. In fact, he was doing his best not to think about the upcoming activities to maintain his appearance. But the sound of her heartbeat continued to strengthen in his head, reminding him of the beauty of her face in the throes of passion. His mouth ached and his vision began to take on a tinge of red.

Judging by her smile, his appearance had already changed. He ran his tongue across one enlarging fang.

Abby drew her blouse off over her head and then wriggled out of her skirt and underclothes and kicked off her shoes. In spite of the ten years she’d aged since he’d started visiting her, she was still an attractive woman. She had full breasts he loved to caress, and his palms felt empty as he admired them. Her red hair framed her face with a glow reminiscent of sunrise.

He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, and shed his stockings. Although his pants felt tight, he kept them on for the moment.

Abby laughed and dropped back on the bed with a bounce, raising one knee suggestively.

“What about Tess?” she asked.

Benjamin ran his hand down the side of the younger woman’s face. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Her eyes widened as she found Abby lying naked beside her, and her gaze jumped back up to Benjamin. He watched as she took in his partial nudity, and her admiration flamed his already rising hunger. “Please, my dear, join us,” he said.

She nodded slowly, suggesting his invasion of her thoughts hadn’t yet worn off. No matter. She wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to do. He hadn’t planted those kinds of thoughts in her head.

Tess rose and took off her clothes as she held his gaze.

She was more attractive than he would have guessed. Her brown shoulder-length hair had little body, but was smooth. And the angles of her hips and limbs were softened just enough to keep her from being too thin, although she certainly looked more fragile than Abby. Her breasts were small, but not undeveloped, and her eyes flashed emotions he couldn’t begin to keep track of.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, experimenting with the feel of them under his. They were tight and thin at first, but as she relaxed her lips parted. Benjamin slid his hand behind her neck and drew her up for more. He tasted no hint of alcohol or tobacco, only simple feminine sweetness. Her tongue met his tentatively, and her small hands warmed his chest. Intrigued, he searched farther, circling her mouth, enjoying the way she responded by drawing him in deeper. She gripped his shoulders.

He jerked at the sudden appearance of a hand at the front of his pants, sliding down the length of his concealed shaft, but realized at once it was Abby. She had a habit of getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Abby unbuttoned his pants, relieving the pressure on his swollen cock and he sighed into Tess’s mouth. Then Abby began to stroke him, using both hands.

He tore his mouth from Tess’s and watched as Abby licked the length of his cock, coating it with wet warmth, drawing it to its full size. She closed her lips around the head, and his fangs descended in a rush.

“Wait,” he breathed. Things were moving too fast. He hadn’t had two women at once in many years. Perhaps decades. The hunger would take over if he wasn’t careful.

Abby sat up, pouting, her hands still sliding up and down his length. He backed out of her grip.

“Hey, what—?”

Benjamin leaned over and stopped Abby’s question with a kiss, drawing Tess down beside her as he did. Once he had them sitting together, he stepped back and grinned. “Now, that’s what I like to see. Two beautiful lasses disrobed and waiting.”

Abby raised one eyebrow. “Make us wait too long and we may lose interest.”

“I hope not.” He laughed. The fire in Abby’s eye was a long way from burning out.

He knelt in front of them, enjoying their contrasts. Tess still looked hesitant where Abby was sure of what she wanted. Of course, Abby knew exactly what was to come. Tess had no idea.

He nipped Abby’s thigh, careful not to actually bite, and she laughed. Then he reached up and drew her mouth down to his.

He enjoyed her taste, as familiar as his warm study on a cold night, and more enticing than good scotch. Her tongue met his as she invited him in, and she buried her fingers in his hair.

Tess caressed his shoulder and back, and he turned his attention to her, first kissing her sweet mouth, then moving down to the side of her neck. He held his lips over her pulse and enjoyed the steady feel of it moving just out of his reach.

Abby groaned softly, and drew him back to her for the same treatment. He kissed her salty neck and playfully nipped her flesh, then stopped to enjoy her pounding heartbeat.

Yes, either would have been a wonderful partner for the evening. Together, they promised a symphony of pleasure.

He moved his mouth down to Abby’s marvelous breasts, circling her large areolas one at a time and purposely avoiding her hardening nipples. She groaned in protest.

Turning his head, he attended Tess’s taut little breasts and quickly realized how sensitive she was. Her scent of arousal peppered the air as he sipped at her nipples and suckled gently.

“Oh, god,” she breathed, her hand curling into a fist against his shoulder.

He withdrew before he lost her and glanced up to find her eyes glazed over with lust. This maiden voyage was one he must handle with care. The thought kicked his own desire up a notch.

Gripping Abby’s knee, he raised her leg, urged her to her back, and moved to kneel between her sumptuous thighs.

Tess turned to watch, one hand fondling her own breast. He winked at her before turning his attention to Abby’s hungry cunt.

A drop of rich cream already clung to her labia, and he lapped it up, savoring the thick saltiness. Her hips rose as he licked, and her rounded buttocks quivered in his hands.

“Christ, Benjamin, that’s too good.”

He sucked her hard clit between his teeth and squeezed.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

With two fingers, he drew slick cream from her twitching cunt and bathed her in it, preparing her. She spread her legs wide for him, angling her hips up, waiting.

Ready to feel warm flesh against his, he stepped out of his pants as he rose and stretched out on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his chest and covered his neck and shoulders with sizzling kisses.

The air in the room vibrated with his growl of delight as he centered his cock at her opening, anxious to bury himself but just as anxious to enjoy a few more moments of anticipation. He knew how well they fit together, and how her heart pounded against him when she came. He knew how pliant her flesh was under his mouth, and how powerful her emotions were when they exploded in his brain.

Her heels dug into his buttocks, urging him on, and he entered her, easing into her heat, sheathing himself. She rose up to him, her back arched, her head back, baring her throat.

He withdrew and thrust again, and again. Her clit swelled and hardened against his cock as the rest of her body stiffened.

“Now,” he whispered in her ear, and he withdrew once more and started in slowly.

At the first hard spasm, he penetrated her neck and filled himself with her nectar as he filled her with his cock. Searing joy, pleasure, happiness, sunshine—all appeared at once in his head to fill the darkness with light. He sucked, tasting the ecstasy biting at his cock. The bliss rolled over both of them in pounding waves, and he fucked her harder until it eased.

Her cries softened, and he withdrew from her neck and held her as they rocked together. When her hands slid from his back to the bed, he rose up and kissed her mouth.

She smiled. “Damn, that’s good.”

Still enjoying Abby’s warmth and emotions, he looked over at Tess. She sat with one hand at her crotch and the other on her breast as she met his gaze.

He eased away from Abby and moved to the smaller woman, carefully kissing her lips so as not to knick the tender tissue.

“You are a treat,” he said softly.

She spread her legs a little, blushing, and he smiled at her. Her eyes widened at the sight of his fangs, but she didn’t recoil.

He drew her to her feet and turned her around, encircling her so he could caress one breast as he kissed the top of her shoulder.

She stood on her toes and reached back to grab his neck, stretching her slight body against him.

He eased one finger between her pussy lips, sliding in her juices, and found her clit hard and swollen. She writhed against him and groaned softly as he stroked her.

“A very tempting treat,” he whispered.

She arched her back, raising her ass against him, and he easily found her cunt with the head of his prick. Holding her around the waist he lifted her body against his.

Abby’s body he knew; this one he did not. The thrill of newness summoned the hunger forward again, and he pressed his mouth to her neck. Her pulse pumped steadily, whispering.

Fighting to maintain control, he eased his cock into her tight cunt. She shook against him, grabbing a handful of his hair as her head went back to his chest, and then she cried out. Her cunt gripped him with the force of a noose, and he pierced her flesh.

Her body undulated against him as he fed on her, taking all she had to give. He saw her life in flashes of emotion: love for her hard-working parents, hatred for her cruel brother, joy at being out on her own, heartache as she stood beside her grandmother’s grave. He tasted her surprise at his attention, and tumbled headlong into the pure ecstatic bliss she’d given herself over to.

His own seed erupted then, and he drew harder.

She cried out again.

Realizing he neared her limit, he quickly withdrew his fangs and held her as she continued to writhe. Finally, she slowed and stopped, and he eased her down until her feet touched the floor.

He pressed his lips to her ear. “Any man is lucky to win your favor.”

She turned a tired smile up at him. When he released her, she dropped onto the edge of the bed.

Benjamin leaned forward with his hands on his knees, gathering his wits as he delighted in the view of two women so different, both smiling with satisfaction. Then he snatched his clothes from the floor and put them on, relishing the feeling of life still racing through his body.

It would last for a good hour or more before fading away. Normally, he would have wrapped Abby in his arms and enjoyed the time with her. But not tonight.

Something strange tugged at his gut, a feeling of unease. He’d hoped to stave it off by visiting Abby, but it hadn’t worked. Not that he regretted his visit, of course.

Windows rattled under a gale-force gust.

He leaned over Abby, who still lay on her back, and planted a kiss on her mouth.

“You sure she won’t remember…you know?”

“Quite certain,” he said.

Then he straightened, smoothed Tess’s silky hair, and kissed the top of her head before grabbing his cloak and strolling from the room.

Voices indicated a crowd gathering downstairs, probably anxious to get out of the storm. He, on the other hand, felt the need to be in it.

Benjamin dropped a few bills on the bar as he passed it, waved to Rick, swung his cloak over his shoulders, and left.

As soon as he stepped through the door he was assaulted by driven rain pricking his skin like cold needles. Squinting to see, he headed straight into it, crossing the parking lot and road, until he stood at the edge of the water. Waves splashed up, soaking his clothing and chilling his freshly warmed skin.

He stared out into the darkness, watching white caps form and tear apart in the force of the wind, and remembered a night not so terribly different many years ago when he’d suffered his last brush with death at the hands of Poseidon.

“We’re breaking up, Captain!” The first lieutenant’s words reached Benjamin as little more than a whisper over the force of the wind.

Men screamed as the Spencer, rolling hard, sent them overboard.

“All hands abandon ship!” Benjamin righted a midshipman, Jeffery Veech, by the scruff of his neck. “Abandon ship!”

“Sir, the prisoners,” Jeffery yelled, holding a lantern high and clutching Benjamin’s sleeve. In spite of the driving rain, lantern light twinkled in the boy’s blue eyes and off the silver crucifix at his neck.

“I’ll get them, lad. Away with you!” He gave the boy a shove in the direction of the first lieutenant’s voice, and the young man and his lantern disappeared into the storm.

Fighting to maintain footing, Benjamin found the ladder and stumbled below into thickening darkness.

“Mercy! Release us!” the prisoners called from the bowels of the ship.

Rock splintered wood at a deafening volume with each wave, and the ship rolled harder to port.

Grappling with timbers he couldn’t see and wading through knee-deep water, he followed the cries until he’d located the hold and the latch held in place by a wooden pin. The pin had swollen tight.

“Have mercy on us!”

“Black-hearted villains,” Benjamin muttered, struggling with the pin. “I should let you drown.”

“Please,” one of the pirates wailed. “Take pity!”

The pin finally slid free and the door swung open. The prisoners charged through the doorway, sending Benjamin staggering back into a crate, which took exception to his head.

The hull heaved under a monster swell and he tumbled head over heels, smashing into immovable objects and splintered timbers, and splashing into cold, salty water. Sputtering, he managed to get to his feet, and tried to wipe the stinging water from his eyes. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t see anything.

Working from memory, he staggered and tripped back to the ladder where he climbed out hand over hand until he felt the Atlantic spray. Cold wind whipped him around, stealing air from his lungs.

“Abandon ship,” he yelled, not knowing if anyone was even left to hear. “Abandon—”

The cold, black wall of water that struck him full force lifted him completely from the deck and tossed him into the air like a loose main sail. He landed not on a wooden surface, but submerged in death’s seawater bath, sinking.

He noticed first the relative quiet. Water churned, but he heard no wind. And he saw nothing at all. Only blackness. His body ached from the battering, and then everything began to numb.

Everything but his lungs. They burned with need as he held his breath and his heart hammered against his ribs.

There was no way out, no way up or down.

Hell yawned around him as he opened his mouth to breathe.

For a moment, there was light. Something bright blue, like sun shining through packed snow. And then it was gone.

Benjamin gasped as air drove the water from his lungs in a gush. He retched and gulped again. Air, sweet and pure.

And then pain.

Pain burned through from his head to his toes and he realized he’d been battered beyond repair. The sea had not swallowed him but bashed him against rocks somewhere and spit him back out only to die on dry land.

He should have gone down with the Spencer.

And where were his men?

He opened his eyes to a night as dark as any he’d ever seen. Oddly enough, he’d landed under shelter of some kind, out of the rain. He felt mist in the air, and heard the thunder of great waves crashing against the shore, but the ground around him was dry.

He tried to roll to his side. Searing pain like a red-hot iron pierced his chest and drew a cry from his throat that he could not suppress. He remained still and waited for the pain to ease, but it didn’t.

“Damn you, Satan,” he said through gritted teeth. “Take me now.”

Suddenly, a figure appeared above him.

An angel? He wouldn’t have expected such an escort into the afterlife. Not that he’d done such horrible things as to warrant eternal damnation, but he’d never been one to follow the ways of the Good Book.

She must be an angel. Against the night, she was as white as new snow with golden hair that hung well past her shoulders. Her eyes glowed in the darkness li. . .