Vampires Aaron and Michelle have landed in Moscow, on the prowl. In the company of a misfit pack of mercenary werewolves and Urvashi, a fallen angel, the vampires are forced into the violent, decadent underworld of Russian mafia, drugs and bloodslaves.
Dmitri, a Russian vampire billionaire, sends his mafia goons to the streets, gunning for the wolf pack. Now they must bring the fight to Dmitri and face the ultimate battle for survival.
Experience the violent, sensual underbelly of Nightlife Moscow, as Aaron and Michelle mix up a wicked blend of sex, chaos, mayhem, and vengeance.
Excerpt
1 – A Love-Hate Relationship (NSFW)
“Wake up you bloody
leech. I need a fucking bite already.”
Katya’s insistent
voice dragged Aaron from a deep, satisfying sleep. She nipped at his ear, a
playful imitation of what she expected from him. His eyes opened to her pointy
little face framed by dark brown hair that brought out the intense hazel color
of her eyes brimming with endless need. For
him.
She sat curled up
beside him on the king-sized hotel bed, no shirt or bra. Her dark nipples, rock
hard in the evening chill, invited him to taste her delicate flesh. He grinned
in satisfaction. He enjoyed Katya’s constant need. Having a beautiful woman
waiting to be served as dinner – begging for his taste – inspired a feeling of
power. His fingers circled her nipple and her eyes dilated. Her golden gaze
flicked to the vampire goddess sleeping at Aaron’s side.
Katya scrunched up
her nose. “Not with Michelle here.”
He licked his lips,
and Katya’s eyes tracked his tongue. He dug past the block in her mind with his
telepathic probe. She needed him, like a heroin addict needs a fix. She craved
the sensation of his teeth piercing her skin, and the wonders of his venom. Her
need floated heavily between them and Aaron’s growing erection pushed up the
bed covers.
His fingers slipped
into the waistband of her jeans. “You’re overdressed.” Deftly, he undid the top
button of her pants and pulled down the zipper. He slid his fingers past her
cotton panties into the soft down of her pubic curls. Juicy goodness met his
questing fingers.
She tried to stop
him, her hand on his, but he yanked her down into a hug, bringing her neck into
his waiting teeth.
Instead of fighting
him, she growled in his ear. “Yes! That’s what I need. Give it to me, now.” The
razor points of his teeth dipped into her neck while his two fingers curled up
inside her wet warmth.
Her pelvis jerked on
his hand, and in seconds she began helping him remove her jeans and panties.
Without disturbing his deep-seated bite, or his solid grip on her pussy, Katya
stripped off her last bit of clothing. She normally didn’t like being intimate around
Michelle, regardless of the fact Aaron slept beside his blonde vampire lover
daily, but Katya was in no mood to stop.
Vampire venom, the
strongest narcotic known to man, coursed through her body. She shook and moaned
in ecstasy. She kicked off his bed covers and gripped his waiting cock. He
barely pulled his fingers out of her before she guided him into her slick, hot
channel.
He unclamped his
bite as she gushed in orgasm, wetting his balls with her release. “Shite! Damn
you, Aaron!” Theirs was a love-hate relationship. She loved his cock and his
teeth, couldn’t find the will power to deny him, and hated herself, and him,
for it.
Katya grunted hard
and hunched down to grind him deep inside her, pushing him right where she
wanted him. She gasped as she found that special spot. Her eyes turned a deep
gold, and the scent of her wolf filled the air as the beast prowled just under
her skin. He loved that animal quality of her personality, especially when she
relaxed and truly enjoyed their rare moments together. Catching one-on-one time
with his werewolf bloodslave had become increasingly difficult since their
arrival in Moscow two weeks ago.
Aaron held her hips
trapped in place and pounded his cock into Katya, loving the bounce of her
breasts as he hit her limit over and over. She was more fragile than his
vampire lover, but not by much. Suddenly, cool, pale hands with lacquered, rosy
nails slid around Katya from behind to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples.
Katya’s confused eyes searched Aaron for a second, looking down at her own
chest and the strangeness of this extra set of hands.
Michelle’s French
purr rumbled as she nuzzled into Katya’s neck. “I just love waking up to a
fresh meal.” She bit down hard and Katya screamed in hate and ecstasy.
His bloodslave had
made it very clear she was Aaron’s
chew toy, Aaron’s alone. But Aaron read Michelle’s hunger clearly in her mind
as she slurped up Katya’s rich blood. His vampire lover simply couldn’t keep
away from this delicious little wolf.
Aaron had to admit,
Katya tasted far better than the average human. Her stronger, richer blood
provided a unique rush of power. He knew there’d be hell to pay for Michelle
taking advantage of Katya, but in this moment, balls deep inside her, he didn’t
care. The consequences would come soon enough, so he came first.
Excerpt 2 – You Haven’t Been Feeding Your Pet (Safe
For Work)
Michelle struggled not to fall on her face in her
Gucci boots as she slogged through the frozen streets of Moscow behind Aaron
and Urvashi. The icy wind blew flakes of snow up her skirt and tickled her
inner thighs with harsh, cold fingers. They stood out front of the hotel,
waiting for Vasily to bring the black Mercedes rental Michelle had paid for.
No one in Russia knew Michelle by name. So, she
signed all the checks and registrations, keeping the paper trail of their
movements effectively obscured. Michelle
de Mornac funded their entire hideout. She could afford it, but the pack
insisted on reimbursing her costs. She’d be willing to pay the bill on her own
if they’d let her feed properly. The bouffon
wolves wouldn’t let her out in public.
Last week, Ivan had argued vehemently to keep
Michelle indoors at all times, apart from check-in and check-out. “She attracts
too much attention! Look at her! She walks in the room and every prick from
here to Siberia is pointing at her.” He’d adjusted the lump in his crotch as
evidence of the fact. “How can you not notice her?” The wolves laughed and all
agreed in their heavy Slavic accents. No,
no, Michelle cannot go out.
Yet, here she stood, freezing her ass off, waiting
for the wolves to bring the fucking car. She noticed Aaron and Urvashi watched
the streets, nervously looking back over their shoulders as if seeking someone.
Who did they expect to find out in this frozen cesspool of slush and grime?
Something had kicked up their paranoia.
After untold minutes of frozen, shivering torture,
finally the damned wolves brought the rental Mercedes SUV to the curb. The car
splashed frozen brown mush over the toes of her twelve-hundred dollar leather
boots. Vasily and Anatoly, wolf pack mercenaries, stepped out to snatch up the
luggage. As bags were tossed in the hatchback and everyone jockeyed for a seat,
Michelle realized she had nowhere to sit in this merde rental car. Ivan leaned back into the last seat so fast you’d
have thought they played musical chairs.
Conasse.
He grinned at Michelle as he patted his thigh. “Sit
here.”
They should have rented a bus.
She growled low. “Lèche mon cul.” Kiss my ass. “I will take a cab.”
Ivan reached out and snagged the hem of her jacket
to pull her into the car. He puckered his lips, as if he planned to accommodate
her request. “There is room. I will keep you warm.” The last of his words
devolved into a growl. His eyes twinkled in mischief.
Michelle didn’t wait another second out in the
cold. She slid right onto Ivan’s lap and wiggled her ass down until her crotch
settled on the growing lump in his pants.
Served the bastard right.
Anatoly pulled off into the flow of traffic, and
turned the radio to one of the many obnoxious Russian rap stations. She leaned
back into Ivan’s broad chest. He vibrated against her with the low rumble of
his laughter. The scent of his animal musk assaulted Michelle’s senses.
Full-size fangs dropped in her mouth and her stomach issued a gut-churning
noise. She should have been satisfied feeding from the men in the bar, but
something about Ivan made her especially thirsty. These wolves tasted
delightful.
Urvashi leaned into Aaron with a kiss and whispered
low. “You haven’t been feeding your pet.” Urvashi winked at Michelle and rubbed
her lips up on Aaron’s cheek. “She looks like she could take a chunk out of
poor Ivan right now.”
Ivan’s hands suddenly held Michelle’s hips, as
though preparing for something. “You don’t want this old white meat. Too tough
and gamey.” He was teasing, but his voice held an edge of tension. The wolves
all knew what Aaron had done to Katya, a much-lamented issue among them.
Michelle focused all her considerable charms on
Ivan, twisting to face him, nose to nose. Mon
deux, he smelled so good. All that warm blood just beneath the surface. His
animal tang only added to her hunger. She’d tasted Katya and knew precisely how
delicious these creatures were. Before he knew what was happening she had slid
up her skirt and flipped around to straddle his lap. The hard bulge of his cock
pushed against her pubic bone as she sniffed up his jaw line.
“Michelle, this is not …”
Her eyes held him in place, unblinking, and she
curved her warm pussy all over his hard groin in a slow circular movement that
had his eyes turning golden with wolf. The creature was there, just beneath the
surface, and flowing through his veins.
A reaching hand came from the front seat, trying to
grab her jacket. “Leave him be!”
Michelle slinked off her coat to evade Katya’s
grasp without breaking Ivan’s gaze. “You like me, Ivan, don’t you?” She
whispered a kiss across his lips and continued dry-fucking him. “One little
bite won’t hurt. You trust me, don’t you?”
Ivan’s head nodded ever so slightly in hypnotized
agreement, and she struck the side of his neck like a viper.
“Fucking cunt! Get off him!” Katya went ballistic
in the front seat.
Michelle reached down and clicked the lever to lean
Ivan’s seat back out of Katya’s reach. Scuffling sounds and curses came from
Katya scrambling to get between the front seats into the back.
Aaron’s low growl accompanied his snapped command.
“Relax! She’s not hurting him. Trust me!” His arm shot out to stop Katya from
climbing in the back.
Michelle wasn’t hurting Ivan, not really. She did
grind through a dry hump until he convulsed beneath her, and the warmth of his
seed wet his pants. She let go of him after precisely one minute of feeding.
That was her rule. One minute, no more. The rule kept her conveniently
unattached and helped avoid stalker problems.
She turned around to Katya, patted Ivan’s scruffy
cheek and grinned with her bloody lips. “C’est
bien. I take good care of this one. Don’t worry. We are friends, non?” She ground her hips on him once
more, appreciating the warmth of Ivan’s sizeable crotch. “We had a little fun. Ça ne casse rien.” It is nothing.
Anatoly’s amber wolf eyes watched Michelle from the
rear-view mirror, his hands in a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. “If
you hurt him, I will cut you from cunt to chest and leave your guts across the
rooftops of Moscow.”
Michelle blew him a kiss and licked the rest of
Ivan’s blood off her lips. “I hope you try. I’m still hungry.”
“I’m fine! Stop fighting.” Ivan’s hand gripped
Michelle’s ass firmly and he grinned with eyes fully dilated, high as a kite on
her venom.
Michelle held her prey delicately, appreciatively.
She knew how to handle these moments. She knew what men needed from her and had
no problem giving it. Men couldn’t keep away from her. They flocked to her side
everywhere she went. Once they had a shot of the venom in her teeth, she owned
their asses. She took great pains to ensure the effect was not permanent.
Aaron watched her cautiously. Though he’d had no
choice when he saved Katya, Michelle wished he hadn’t brought another
complicated woman into their lives. It was bad enough dealing with the damned
Persian princess who thought she ran the show. Add Katya in the mix, and their
lives had become a mess of bitchy drama scenes, usually related to the wolf who
refused to accept the harsh reality of her situation.
Her moment with Ivan came to an abrupt end when the
left side window exploded in her face. A barrage of automatic gunfire tore
through the car. Bullets, glass, screams and frigid air blasted across the
interior. Something smacked her left shoulder hard, and seconds later something
hammered into the left side of her head.
Ivan pulled her down on top of him, cursing in
Russian, right up to the moment she blacked out.
Excerpt 3 – Plight of A Bloodslave (NSFW)
Squirming in Aaron’s lap to get comfortable, Katya
couldn’t help but grin at the hot bulge warming her ass. Aaron always did have
a marvelous erection. The sexual tension between them seemed an unwavering constant
right along with the insatiable need for his teeth. She caught his hypnotic
eyes and let his gaze sink into her soul, letting him see her need.
His hungry eyes held her in place, rapt. Damned
leech was her predator, she his prey, and somehow she was okay with this. Oh
how far she had fallen.
A heavy drugged feeling overcame her, weighing down
her limbs, undoing her resistance to his charms. Breathless, she tried hard to
gather some wits about her. In the background, Ivan’s rumbling voice was still
reminiscing about old Mother Russia, but she couldn’t focus past her body’s
response to Aaron.
This was how it always started, and usually ended
in the bedroom.
After an eternity of drowning in his gaze, he
finally blinked and she woke up to find herself panting like a dog in heat. He
grinned. “I think we’d better get some more rest before all the fun starts
tonight.”
Ivan grunted, and though she wasn’t looking at him,
she could almost hear the smug humor coming off him in that one noise.
Somehow she found the will power to get down off
Aaron’s lap and stand on her shaky legs. He stood, wrapped his arm around her,
and pulled her away towards the bedroom. Over her shoulder she caught Ivan
saying something, and she looked back at him as he winked at her. She hadn’t
understood a word he said, and it didn’t matter. She was already on her way to
get exactly what she wanted and needed.
Aaron latched the door behind them and stood
watching her as she tossed her coat aside and crawled onto the mattress on the
floor. Not exactly the most romantic place in Moscow. The room was colder than
the rest of the warehouse, but the anticipation of all the things she knew
Aaron would do to her warmed her from the inside out.
Her mouth turned dry as he climbed atop her slow
and sensual. He didn’t weigh much, but the hard edges of his body hinted at the
phenomenal strength within. He could crush her in his hands if he wanted. She
loved to feel all the hard lines of his muscular back, shoulders, and ass. Her
hands roamed up under his shirt with a mind of their own. Thin, cut, with a
supernatural physical power, she truly enjoyed his domination over her body –
perhaps too much.
She lifted a shaking hand to push against his chest
in a ‘stop’ motion. “I don’t want all of Moscow to hear us, especially not my
brothers … please don’t make me scream.”
A broad grin split his lips to reveal full-size
fangs. How could such a deadly predator be so dead sexy? His eyes assessed her
like a meal to be devoured and she enjoyed it.
“I’ll try. No promises.” His hand was already
sliding down past the elastic band of her pajamas, but not as fast as she
wanted. He took his time gliding his fingers along the edge of her pants.
Breathing hard again, she was so damn hot for him
her clothes had become stifling. She’d never been this aroused by another man.
Being in his presence was a constant attraction that pushed her self-control to
the limit. Her fingers raced down his chest undoing the buttons of his shirt,
working toward the prize.
He slipped his fingers between her legs and found
her wet and ready. One finger, then two. She purred with the lovely push of his
gentle quest. Finally, she undid the last button on his pants and freed that
Lochness monster. Her eager hands stroked him, squeezing and tugging. She
wanted it all, now.
He emitted a low growl, and her wolf answered him
with a growl of its own. She pulled on his cock while her right hand pulled him
down onto her. She needed all of him. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, his
whole body. His mouth crushed her with an assault of kisses. She suckled his
hot tongue and ground her hot wet pussy up into his fingers, trying to get more
of everything.
Something about his kiss tasted different … tangy.
Then she realized his fangs had nipped her lip accidentally, and he was lapping
at the cut. Tiny sparkles of wondrous warmth infused her mouth … his venom. She needed the full monty.
“Bite me now!”
He pulled away, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Wait for it.” He stood up and stripped off his jacket and shirt then pulled
down his black pants and stepped out of them. Last to go was the burgundy red
boxer shorts, more of the designer clothing that Michelle was always buying
him. He stood before her in all his pale, naked glory. Katya loved looking at
him, her very own Calvin Klein underwear model.
With the last bit of her failing patience she
stripped her panties and pajama bottoms, and ripped off her shirt. Lucky she
hadn’t been wearing a bra. Aaron’s devouring gaze combed the length of her and
she thought his erection somehow got a little bit harder. Moving with silent
cat-like grace he slid back up on top of her. His sculpted thighs settled
between her legs and spread her wide.
Though they were both shivering, she knew the
intensity of sex with Aaron, and before long they’d both be hot and sweaty. He
leaned into a soft kiss with a quiet murmur on his lips. “Thank you.”
She didn’t know why he was thanking her, but it
didn’t matter as he filled her aching need with his thick, hard gratitude.
That’s real gratitude, and he gave it all to her, sliding in until he hit
bottom.
“You’re welcome and thank you too … Bloody hell!”
She could hardly breathe or speak, so full of his cock.
His hypnotic vampire eyes pierced her soul as he
pulled out and shoved back in over and over. She wondered if he was seeing the
whole truth of how she felt about him … if she even knew her own feelings
anymore. She had never needed anyone or anything like she needed Aaron, but was
it something more between them? She couldn’t see past the need, the deliciously
hard sex, to get a sense of whether her emotions were genuine, or simply a
reaction to spending far too much time in the company of the seductive incubus
planted firmly inside her.
Her hands gripped his tight, flexing ass as he
fucked her harder, faster, then even harder, and somehow even faster …
Like an electric heated sex machine, his muscular
body had become almost too hot to touch, warming her to the very core. It built
inside her with each of his inhumanly powerful strokes into her sopping wet
pussy, an orgasm to beat all orgasms. He was doing it again, that
sex-magic-healing thing he’d done to her so many times in London when he saved
her life.
Grunting and growling and grasping at every part of
him, he plowed her ever upwards to a steep cresting wave of joy. At the top,
what had to be the peak of the world, she looked into his eyes and saw a
reflection of what was in her heart.
Love. Pure, simple, uncomplicated, love.
“Aaron, please … now.”
His teeth dived into her neck and she launched off
the face of the earth into an orbit of sheer heavenly bliss. Gentleman that he
was, he did her the honor of holding his hand over her mouth as she screamed
her throat raw.
Excerpt 4 – What Vampires Were Made For (Safe For
Work)
Ivan waved Aaron and Urvashi over to his side. He
pointed down the wall towards a window with a small semicircular balcony. “We
enter here. Anatoly will go first.” Urvashi nodded and Aaron nodded right along
with her, glad they weren’t trying to send him in first.
Michelle crept up silent beside Aaron and tapped
Ivan’s shoulder. “I will follow him.” Ivan and Urvashi gave her identical looks
of alarmed suspicion. She growled low and snapped. “I have been hunting in the
darkness for decades. Do not deny me!”
Ivan held up his hand to silence her, but answered
her demand with a terse nod. Aaron didn’t like it any more than Ivan did. The
woman was wound tight as a bowstring, ready to snap.
Urvashi’s intense look came with another psychic
bump. {{She is your responsibility. Ensure that she doesn’t jeopardize our
mission.}}
Fuck. Stuck
babysitting the psycho vampire bullet magnet on a killing spree. The fun never
ends in Moscow.
Anatoly gripped the indentations in the brick
fascia for handholds and quickly climbed down onto the balcony. Using a
lockpick gun, he opened the door and worked his way inside. As soon as he
slipped through, Michelle flowed off the side of the building and landed on the
balcony silent as a cat burglar. She was in the door faster than Aaron could
curse her name.
Urvashi’s intense eyes flashed with another warning
{{Get control of her!}}. Aaron scooted off the side of the building to follow
his errant lover. He plopped down onto the balcony in a not-so-graceful thud,
and raced past Anatoly after Michelle. Anatoly did a double take on Michelle as
she lit through the room, making a beeline for the nearest warm body. It was an
oversized bedroom suite, with a huge four poster bed, and a lone man who had
begun to wake up from the disturbance they were making at the balcony.
Aaron hoped to god it was Dmitri as Michelle landed
on the unsuspecting man. Her teeth settled into his throat with a wet crunch,
and she sucked his blood down so hard and fast that the man went into coronary
in a matter of seconds. His body was dead by the time she sat up for air, a
wondrous look of satisfaction on her red-smeared lips.
Anatoly stared at her sideways, as if she’d grown a
beard. His eyebrows raised, obvious fear in his face, he pointed at her. “She
was hungry, dah?”
Aaron nodded.
The rest of the wolves gathered inside the room and
quietly closed the balcony door while Ivan checked the corpse in bed. His eyes
scrunched up and he looked to the wolves.
“Who was it?” Vasily asked in a hushed whisper.
Both Ivan and Michelle shrugged their shoulders at the same time. She had
killed a man, probably a servant, and no one had a clue who he was. The guy
never even had a chance to wake up properly before she sucked him dry.
This was not the Michelle Aaron had lived with the
past four months. Hunger and anxiety had stripped away her usually rigid
self-control. He wondered where his lover had disappeared to, and when she
might come back to him … if ever. She was up off the bed and headed for the
doorway without another word.
Urvashi’s command slapped his mind. {{Follow her!
She is your responsibility.}}
Michelle slipped out the door, and Aaron jetted
after her. The hallway was wide and long, stretching over a hundred feet in
both directions. Michelle stood poised, her nose wrinkled once to the left, and
she flitted off so fast she blurred out of focus.
“Fuck.”
It was all Aaron could do to follow her without
sounding like a freight train running down the hallway. Doing his best to
maintain stealth, he slid up on her as she stood overlooking a three foot high
railing that led to a grand staircase curving down to the lower level. She
tested the scents on the air and peered through the darkness into a huge open
area, a great room with vaulted ceilings that reached high above. A slight
whisper of sound caught her attention.
Aaron’s senses honed to a sharp point as he watched
Michelle gauge the stairs and the distance to her prey walking through the darkness
of the lower level. He read the decision in her mind as she figured the stairs
would give her prey too much warning. In the space of a breath she was up atop
the heavy stone railing, poised for action. With one glance back at Aaron, a
look of sheer anticipation and excitement, his lover launched into the air on a
trajectory for her meal.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, Aaron
considered the insane idea of following his unhinged lover. Then a second guard
walked into the room twenty feet behind the first. Both men were armed with
rifles hanging from shoulder straps, not your run-o-the-mill rent-a-cops.
With a silent curse on his lips, Aaron did the
unthinkable. He leaped onto the railing and pushed off hard, flying out into
the open air, thirty feet above his target, the second guard. He prayed there
wasn’t a third man trailing them.
Michelle hit her dinner head on and the two of them
tumbled across the million dollar marble floors. Aaron reached behind him for
the hilt of his sword and slid the katana from its scabbard as the second guard
shouted and brought his firearm to bear on Michelle and her victim.
The man beneath Michelle fought a pointless battle.
She tore through him without mercy, cutting off his scream with her teeth in
his throat. The second guard finally sensed something coming and looked right
at Aaron – too late. Aaron slashed through his left arm and bowled the man
over. They ended in a tangle of limbs with the katana buried in the man’s ribs.
A quick twist and shove, and Aaron cut straight
through his heart. He stood up and pulled his blade free of the gurgling man
then licked the blood off the sword. He wanted to curse Michelle as she guzzled
down her victim’s life. The words caught in his throat. It had taken this
moment to remind Aaron of his inherent nature, a predator. He slid the sword home in the inverted sheath under his
coat and kneeled to catch a solid meal from the dying man at his feet.
This is what
vampires were made for.
He’d been fooling himself to think he could function
within the rules and conventions of the human world. After filling his gut, he
stood to find Urvashi and the wolves watching him and Michelle from atop the
landing. He sensed his master measuring him carefully.
It had all happened so fast, like flipping a
switch, and there was no flipping it back, not tonight. Aaron now had a new
title to add to his resume – vampire
assassin.
