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July 24, 2015
You have been Targeted
Targeted: Brides of the Kindred 15 is now live
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July 17, 2015
Targeted Teaser
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Targeted – Excerpt
“Come back to the bed with me and let me try to ease your pain.”
“Okay.” Emily allowed him to take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom with its big flower covered bed. She expected him to sit her on the side of the bed and get down on his knees before her, as he had earlier. Instead, to her surprise, he toed off his high black boots and removed his vest. Then, wearing only his black leather trousers, he climbed into the middle of the bed and settled against the headboard, which was made of flowering vines.
“Come here,” he said and patted his lap. “Come to me, Emily.”
“Um…really? You want me to sit in your lap?” Because that seemed to be his meaning.
“It will be easier to reach you in this way,” Tragar said reasonably.
Easier for him to reach her but a hell of a lot harder for her to disguise what she was feeling when he put his mouth on her sensitive nipples…and to hide the star-silver shaft that was still lodged firmly inside her pussy.
He must not see it! whispered an insistent little voice in the back of her brain that sounded strangely familiar. He must not see it or he will want to take it out—and that must not happen!
Still, there didn’t seem to be much else she could do. Tragar was looking at her expectantly and she didn’t know how to say no.
I’ll just pull the hem of the nighty as low as it will go over my thighs, she told herself uneasily as she climbed onto the bed beside him. Which would solve the problem of hiding the shaft, but not of hiding the inevitable orgasms that were sure to wrack her body the moment he started sucking her sensitive nipples.
Emily knew she shouldn’t care anymore—after all, by this time the big Kindred had given her more orgasms than she could count. But still, he’d always been touching her from behind while he tugged and pinched her nipples. The idea of facing him and showing him her “O face” while he made her come made Emily feel intensely vulnerable and uncertain. But again, she didn’t see a way around it.
“Okay,” she said, climbing carefully onto the bed. She scooted next to him.
“Come here.” Tragar patted his lap again. “Straddle me. I need you close, Khalla.”
Emily had given up on trying to get him not to call her that—after all, there was no disputing what she was and what her body was going through. Biting her lip, she tugged the hem of the periwinkle blue nighty as low as she could and threw one leg over his lean hips. The movement jostled her full breasts and she gave a little moan of pain.
“All right. It’s going to be all right, my Khalla,” Tragar murmured, reaching out to cradle her full globes gently. His touch made her feel instantly better and Emily felt a little of the tension leaving her body.
“Thank you,” she said softly, settling into his lap. She could feel the big muscles of his thighs tense under her bare bottom as well as the familiar hard ridge of his cock. She didn’t move away from it though it made her cheeks burn to know she was the cause of his erection. “Um…how do we get started?” she asked, feeling awkward just sitting there.
“Sit forward a little and bring your breast to my mouth.” His deep voice was slightly hoarse and Emily couldn’t help noticing his golden eyes were half-lidded with lust. She started to raise up a little, to put her right breast to the level of his lips…but then she stopped.
“Why do you want to do this?” she blurted, unable to hold the question back. “I mean…why do you want to help me? Is it just because you’re a guy and you like boobs or what?”
“Boobs?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Um, breasts. Sorry.” Emily shook her head. “Forget I asked.”
“No, it’s a fair question,” he said unexpectedly. “One you deserve an answer to. I…” He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. “Earlier I told you that I was only helping you because of my reaction to your scent.”
“Because of biology,” Emily whispered. Her heart was pounding for some reason but she didn’t know why.
“Exactly.” He nodded. “I think that must have given you the idea that I didn’t care about you as a person.”
“Well, you didn’t know me as a person,” Emily pointed out.
“True.” He nodded again. “But even from the first—even before I smelled your sweet, hot scent—I knew something was different about you.” He frowned. “I watched you for over ten of your Earth days, you know, trying to understand what it was…why I was so reluctant to kill you.”
“You…you did?” She’d known he was hunting her…stalking like a predator stalks prey. But she’d had no idea that he had spent so long just watching and wondering about her.
“I did.” Gravely, he nodded. “I saw how patient and tender you were with the young ones in your care. And it made me think of…”
“Of…?” Emily urged gently, because the big Kindred had paused and seemed to be having a hard time continuing.
“Of my mate,” he said at last, heavily. “My mate and my son.”
“You’re married?” Emily drew back from him. “Or what do the Kindred call it—joined? You’re joined?”
“No longer.” His deep voice was harsh and there was a pain in his golden eyes that made her heart ache.
“Tragar…” she began but he shook his head.
“No more. I do not wish…I cannot speak of them.”
“Okay,” Emily said softly. Clearly something really bad had happened. Maybe he and his wife had gone through a bitter divorce and she’d taken his son away to someplace Tragar couldn’t see him?
“The past is irrelevant,” he said and cleared his throat. “The only reason I bring it up is to say that I saw a gentleness in you—a beauty I could not bear to wipe out of existence. And since then, since I have come to know you, I…” He cleared his throat again, clearly having difficulty choosing his words. “What I’m trying to say is that while the biological imperative to protect a Khalla is incredibly strong, it is not the only reason I am helping you.” He met her eyes. “I also…care for you. Far more than I ever expected I would.”
“Well…thank you. I, um, care for you too. When we’re not shouting at each other.” Emily smiled, finding herself unexpectedly touched by his stilted little speech. Clearly he wasn’t a guy used to dealing with emotions so making himself open enough to talk to her about what he was feeling—even a little bit—was a significant effort on his part.
“You are welcome.” He gave her a small sardonic smile. “Also, being a male, I do like ‘boobs.’”
“Tragar!” She slapped him on one broad shoulder but the sudden motion jiggled her overfull breasts and she gasped.
“Let us turn our attention to getting your nectar flowing.” He was suddenly serious. “I would not see you in pain, my Khalla.”
“All right.” Emily wished her voice didn’t sound quite so breathy. “Do…do what you have to do.”
June 19, 2015
Dessert with a Giveaway on top :)
***Warning*** Extremely NSFW. You might want to use headphones. And don’t blame me if everyone in the office starts asking why you’re blushing. Enjoy!!!! ; )
This sexy little story is set shortly after the end of Scarlet Heat, the second book in my Born to Darkness series. Victor comes home hungry and Taylor gives him a sweet treat but it’s not exactly what he expected.
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June 12, 2015
NSFW Audio Story: Part 2
Note to my readers:
This is a little something hot and sweet set after the events of Scarlet Heat. If you haven’t read it yet, you might want to check it out here. As a special treat, I got William Martin, a very talented voice artist I love to read this piece, which is from Victor’s point of view. You can listen to it as you read or you can just sit back, relax, and let him read it to you. In fact, I recommend just listening–Mr. Marin gets Victor’s deep, growly voice just right!
***Warning***
If you listen, be sure to do so with headphones on! It is most definitely NSFW! Also, you don’t want your kids hearing it, although if you listen with your hubby, you’re in for a hot time. ; )
I think you’ll find that hearing Victor’s voice pouring into your ears brings a whole new dimension to this little piece. And if you want to hear more of my favorite voice artist’s work, stay tuned because I’ll definitely have more from Mr. Martin in the future.
Hugs and Happy Listening to you all!
Evangeline
Victor and Taylor
Dessert
The audio and story for Part 1 was posted last Friday, June 5, 2015. If you have not listened or read it yet, please click here to do so before going on to Part 2.
Victor and Taylor
Dessert
Part 2
Victor&Taylor_12 part 2
“I know what you need, baby. And I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.”
Gently, I unlock her legs from around my neck and stand. I want her to come but not on my tongue…I want to feel that hot, velvety pussy clenching tight around my cock when she finally lets go.
“Please…” She reaches for my jeans and snaps them open, unzipping to let my cock spring free. After the tight pressure of the denim, her soft, cool little hand is a welcome relief. I draw in a quick, hissing breath as she begins to stroke me, up and down, up and down. The broad head of my shaft is already slippery with precum and I need to be inside her now.
But looking up at Taylor, I can see there’s something she needs too and it’s not just my cock inside her. The tiny, delicate points of her little white fangs are visible under her lush upper lip. I can almost feel her thirst in the air between us, arid and hot. She’s able to eat solid food now but she still needs blood and I’m the only one she can take it from. Which I fucking love–I wouldn’t have it any other way. But Taylor is still a little hesitant sometimes to ask for it.
“Taylor…baby…” I cup her cheek, looking into her beautiful face. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous–I’m a lucky man.
“Victor, I need you.” She still panting, her heat rising, her scent like a magnet drawing me in. Yet somehow, I resist.
“This isn’t all you need.” I nod down at my throbbing shaft which she’s still stroking with one small, soft hand.
“What do you mean?” She looks at me hesitantly.
“Say it baby.” I tilt her chin and inspect her fangs. So sharp and white and delicate. God, I can’t wait to have them buried in my neck while I bury my shaft to the hilt in her warm, willing cunt. But she has to say it first–has to ask for what she needs.
“Say what?”
“Tell me what you need from me. Come on…” I stroke her flushed cheek. “I like to hear you ask for it. You know that.”
“I know.” She drops her eyes as if she can’t look at me while she asks. “I just feel…I hate to always be asking you for blood.”
“Ask me, baby,” I growl softly. “I fucking love it when you drink from me–you know that.” It’s true, nothing makes me harder than knowing I’m giving her what she needs–nourishing her in the way that only I can.
“Victor…” She raises her eyes to mine. “I’m thirsty.”
“Then drink.” I bare my throat for her, offering myself. It’s a gesture of submission–a gesture no Alpha were should ever give to anyone, let alone a vamp. But I give it to her willingly, as I have since our first night together. She owns me, body and soul and I’m not afraid to admit it. Not afraid to give her what she needs–what we both need so damn desperately.
“Victor,” she whispers and then she strikes, the sharp little points sinking into the side of my throat.
Fuuuuck… I groan, my cock getting even harder in her hot little hand as I feel her sucking, taking what she needs.
“That’s right, baby,” I growl, pressing even closer. “Drink from me. Get those little fangs in me fucking deep.”
But instead of continuing to drink, she pulls back for a moment.
“Victor, please, I want you in me while I drink from you. Please, I need you to…to…”
“To fuck you?” I finish for her, my voice rough with lust. “To fill you up with hard cock, baby? Is that it–does your sweet little pussy need to be filled?”
“You know it does. Please, Victor…” She pulls me towards her and I feel the head of my cock nudging the silky, hot folds of her pussy. Her heat reaches for me, pulling me in.
I can’t hold back any longer. With a low groan, I sink into her, feeling her tight, hot pussy grip me like a velvet glove. She gasps and sinks her fangs into my throat at the same time. I stiffen and moan, loving the feeling of penetrating her while she’s penetrating me. For a moment we are locked together…then I begin to move.
I draw out almost all the way and thrust back in again, pumping hard, giving her what both of us need. She moans against my neck and wraps her long, shapely legs around my ass, pulling me in deeper.
“God, that’s right, baby,” I groan in her ear. “Open up for me. Open that sweet little pussy and let me fill you up…let me fuck you.”
Her response is to buck against me, joining my rhythm, giving herself completely as I pound into her. There’s a time and a place for slow, gentle love making but this isn’t it. There’s a hunger in both of us–a need that can only be quenched by hard, raw fucking. I love it when she presses up to meet me, giving herself completely and begging for more. Love it that she needs this as much as I do. Already I can feel her clenching around me, her little pussy throbbing with need. And I know what she needs… exactly what she to make her come.
I reach between us to the place where we’re joined and trace my thumb down her slippery folds. God, I love the feeling of her stretched so tight around me, so filled with my cock. I find the tight little nub of her clit and begin to circle it with the pad of my thumb, tracing it lightly but firmly just the way she likes.
She lets go of my neck and gasps, her hips bucking in response to my gentle caress.
“You like that, baby?” I growl in her ear as I thrust deep inside her. “Does that feel good? When I stroke that tight little pussy while I fill you up? You like it when I pet your little clit while I fill your cunt with my cock?”
Taylor throws her head back and moans which I take for a yes. I know she loves it when I talk dirty to her, when I tell her exactly what I’m going to do, exactly how I’m going to take her.
“Taylor, baby,” I murmur as I keep up my rhythm. “Are you getting close? I can feel your little pussy all tight and hot around me. Are you almost ready to come all over my cock?”
She moans again and nods, unable to get the words out. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed. She’s breathing hard and pumping back to meet me, working hard for her come. I drink her in loving it–loving the sight of her giving it all up for me, giving herself to the pleasure.
She’s close now–really close, I can tell. I speed up my rhythm, giving it to her hard and deep, filling her completely. At the same time, I rub deliberately over the tight little button of her clit.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl. “I want to feel you come so fucking hard while I fuck you.”
Taylor cries out and for a moment her whole body goes stiff. Then I feel her inner muscles clench tight around me and I know she’s coming…coming all over my cock just the way I wanted her to.
I let her orgasm trigger my own. “Fuck, baby,” I gasp. “You feel so good around me! God, I love the way your little pussy squeezes me so tight when you come for me. Come so hard on my cock…”
I surge forward and pour myself into her, spurting deep inside her hot pussy, filling her with jet after jet of my cum. Taylor welcomes me, pulling me even closer, her sharp little nails digging into my shoulders and her heels digging into my ass as she urges me deeper, trying to get every hot spurt deep in her tight, little cunt.
I don’t know how long we strain together but it seems like fucking forever. The pleasure washes over me, the pleasure of claiming my mate and marking her once more as mine. And letting her mark me as well. My scent on her body and her bite on my neck are irrefutable proof that we belong to each other and I love it–wouldn’t have it any other way.
Finally the pleasure fades and I drop my forehead on her shoulder, panting a little.
“Fuck, baby, that was fucking incredible.”
“For me too.” She’s breathing hard and when I look up at her, her face is glowing. I know I’ve said this before, but damn, she’s beautiful! So fucking gorgeous it hurts to look at her but I can’t look away.
“I love you, baby,” I murmur, kissing her gently, tasting her luscious lips. “God, I love you so fucking much.”
“Oh, Victor…” Her big blue eyes are swimming with tears but I can tell they’re the happy kind. “I love you, too.”
I stroke a strand of long, brown hair out of her eyes.
“Did you get everything you needed?” I mean the blood but also the sex. Since being with me, Taylor has taken on some were traits, including the tendency to go into heat at times.
She nods. “More than enough. Thank you, Victor.”
“Anytime, baby.” I grin at her and lean down to kiss her again. “I’m always up for dessert.”
She laughs and reaches for the pie filling, dipping one finger in the gooey glaze. “Does this mean you like my cherry pie?”
“Baby, I fucking love it,” I assure her. Taking her small hand in mine, I bend down and suck her finger clean, savoring the sweet-tart flavor. Already I can feel myself getting hard again, my shaft swelling in her tight pussy.
Taylor must feel it too because her eyes widen and she grins.
“Up for round two so soon?”
“You told me I could have seconds,” I remind her. “Do you mind?”
“You know I don’t.” She draws my head down and kisses me. “You can have as much as you want.”
I give a low, lustful growl and press close. A wave of protective possessiveness washes over me and I know I’ll never let her go. She’s mine and I’m hers forever.
End Part 2
June 5, 2015
NSFW Audio Story: Part 1
Note to my readers:
This is a little something hot and sweet set after the events of Scarlet Heat. If you haven’t read it yet, you might want to check it out here. As a special treat, I got William Martin, a very talented voice artist I love to read this piece, which is from Victor’s point of view. You can listen to it as you read or you can just sit back, relax, and let him read it to you. In fact, I recommend just listening–Mr. Marin gets Victor’s deep, growly voice just right! There are 2 parts to this story so make sure to sign up for my blog to be notified when the next one is posted.
***Warning***
If you listen, be sure to do so with headphones on! It is most definitely NSFW! Also, you don’t want your kids hearing it, although if you listen with your hubby, you’re in for a hot time. ; )
I think you’ll find that hearing Victor’s voice pouring into your ears brings a whole new dimension to this little piece. And if you want to hear more of my favorite voice artist’s work, stay tuned because I’ll definitely have more from Mr. Martin in the future.
Hugs and Happy Listening to you all!
Evangeline
Victor&Taylor_12 part 1
Victor and Taylor
Dessert
Part 1
Coming home from a long day and I’m fucking tired. The site I have my crew working isn’t going according to plan and I’m not happy with that. I like to get the work done right the first time and if I can’t then I might as well–my cell phone rings, cutting off the thought. I fumble it out of my jeans pocket and bring it to my ear.
“Yeah? Victor here.” I can hear the growl in my voice–my inner wolf gets impatient too and it doesn’t have words to express its frustration. Whoever is on the other end of the phone probably thinks I’m in a fucking horrible mood and they’d be right. But the voice in my ear lifts my tired spirits immediately.
“Victor?” It’s Taylor, her soft, light tone sounding a little uncertain. “Are you all right? You sound upset.”
“Yeah, baby. Just tired.” I sigh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to growl at you.”
“Tough day at work?” she asks sympathetically.
“Something like that. I don’t really want to go into it now.”
“Well hopefully you’ll feel better once you get home. I, uh, made your favorite dessert.”
“Mmm, you did?” My ears perk up and the wolf inside me whines eagerly. Taylor knows just what I like. I don’t expect her to cook–she’s finishing up her degree at the local Veterinary College which takes up a lot of her time. But she likes feeling domestic and cooking up all my favorite dishes. Who am I to complain?
“Yeah, I, uh…I did.” There’s a little catch in her voice that makes me pause.
“So what’s for supper?” I ask. Dessert is nice but I’m hungry.
“No supper,” she said and laughs softly. “Just dessert. Hurry up and come home.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I put the pedal down and before I know it, I’m pulling into the driveway. I look to see if Taylor is going to run out to meet me. It’s still daylight and she wouldn’t have been able to come out even a month ago–vamps get fried in direct sunlight. But the same magic that allows her to eat food instead of just drinking blood also enables her to walk in the sunlit world. I just love it when she comes running out, eager for a hug and a kiss and a cuddle, wanting to talk about her day.
Strangely enough, she’s not there. I frown as I kill the truck’s engine and get out. Where could she be? And what did she mean about no dinner, just dessert?
I walk in the house, pausing to scrape my boots before I enter the door.
“Taylor? Baby?”
“In here,” she calls.
I follow the sound of her voice to the dining room. I just finished this room recently and we went and picked out a big, oval oak table to go in it. To my surprise, I see that Taylor is sitting right in the middle of it. Surprise number two is what she’s wearing.
I bite back a hungry growl when I see the innocent white lace babydoll nighty that barely reaches her upper thighs. Fuck, she looks amazing. Her full breasts are clearly bare beneath the thin white lace, her tight nipples pressing against the see-through fabric in two pink peaks. Her long, shapely legs are drawn up almost to her chin, closed demurely, keeping me from getting a view of her panties.
“God, baby…” I stop dead in my tracks, just taking her in. I can feel my cock hardening in my jeans, snarling for release. Damn, she looks so fucking gorgeous. I still can’t believe she’s mine and seeing her sitting her like this dressed in this little slip of nothing makes me want to claim her all over again.
“Hey.” There’s a spark of mischief dancing far back in Taylor’s big, blue eyes.
“So what’s for dessert?” I ask, thinking she’ll be sure to answer, “Me.”
Instead she smiles and tilts her head to one side, her long, silky brown hair shifting over one shoulder.
“Cherry pie. Like I said–your favorite.”
She scoots over a little and I see a bowl filled with bright red cherry pie filling sitting beside her. I didn’t see it earlier–not surprising since I can barely tear my eyes away from her gorgeous body long enough to notice anything else.
I take a step towards her.
“That’s nice, baby, but I thought you said there was cherry pie. All I see is the filling.”
“Oh…” Taylor pouts a little. “I ran out of flour so I couldn’t make the crust. But I thought maybe…maybe we could improvise.”
“Improvise how?” I asked, taking another step so that I’m looming over her as she sits in the center of the table. I can hear the hungry growl which is back in my voice but this time I don’t try to fight it. I’m hungry for a hell of a lot more than food now.
“Like this…” Taylor’s voice is breathless and her cheeks are flushed, a sure sign she’s embarrassed. But I can tell she’s excited too.
She sits up straighter, thrusting out her breasts. With one hand she reaches for the lace bow at her chest, all that’s holding the white babydoll gown shut. With the other, she reaches for the pie filling. Making a show of it, she slowly unties the bow, letting the lace panels drift apart. I suck in a breath as her full, high breasts are completely revealed. Her nipples are tight–clearly aching for attention.
“God, baby, I love your tits.”
Taylor flushes with pleasure. She’s not usually this forward and I know she feels like she’s taking a risk here–which I love. Fucking love that she’s willing to make herself vulnerable with me like this. Love that she knows she can tease me and trust me not to hurt her.
“You’re about to love them more,” she promises me. Dipping a finger in the pie filling, she paints a streak of cherry-red around the pink point of one hard nipple. “Ooo,” she gasps and I see the little bud get even tighter. “That’s cold!”
“Then let me warm you up, baby.”
I pull her towards the edge of the table so I can reach her better and duck my head to capture the tight peak in my mouth. I lap away the sweet glaze of the pie filing, making her gasp and then I suck hard, pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Taylor moans and arches her back and I smell her heat drifting up to me. A warm, devastatingly feminine scent that sends my throbbing cock into overdrive. God, I love when she gives it up for me like this, love that she offers herself without fear or reservation.
But before she can get too out of control, I let her hard nipple slide slowly from between my lips.
“Wha…?” Taylor looks at me, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Out of cherries,” I point out, nodding at her bare breasts. “Need some more–I thought this was dessert.”
“It is.” She paints the other nipple with the sweet, red sauce and I lick that one clean as well, swirling my tongue around the tender pink point until she moans and thrusts her chest out. Offering herself to me, begging without words for more.
I’m happy to give it to her but her breasts aren’t the only part of her I want to taste.
“C’mon, baby,” I growl, putting my hands on her knees, which are still pressed together. “I need more.”
“More pie?” She gives a breathless little laugh and lets her legs drift apart, giving me a glimpse of what I’m craving. But instead of the white lace panties I’m expecting, I see nothing but her clean shaven mound. She told me once she’d just had a wax right before she was turned to a vampire so now that’s her permanent state. Not that I’m complaining–I love the innocent pink slit of her pussy, her bare mound so naked and inviting. But I want to see more–I want to taste more.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I command her softly. “Spread your legs and let me get a better look at that sweet little pussy.”
Trembling and blushing, she obeys. I remember how it was when she first came to live with me, how she was so afraid to let me touch her, to taste her. Taylor’s had a rough past–it took a lot for her to get over it and trust me.
“Fuuuuck…” I give a low groan as she is fully revealed. I can see how hot and swollen her outer pussy lips are. They’re spreading open for me, showing her slippery pink interior, slick with her juices. The scent of her desire is even hotter now–that rich, feminine aroma that makes me crazy for her. My cock throbs and the wolf inside me begs me to rip down my jeans and shove my shaft to the hilt inside her hot little cunt, filling her with myself, marking her with my scent and claiming her all over again. But I hold off–before I fuck her sweet little pussy, I want–no, I need to taste it.
“The pie,” I say, nodding at her fingers, stained red with the sweet, sticky glaze. “I want some more, baby. I want seconds.” And fucking thirds and fourths, for that matter.
“The pie…right…seconds…” Her voice is breathless as though she can barely remember what scenario we’re supposed to be playing out. But I’m not willing to abandon it quite yet. I want to taste her hot, slippery pussy coated in that sticky cherry juice.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur, holding her eyes with mine. ” I want to lick your sweet little cunt–want to worship your little pussy with my tongue until you come all over my face.”
Moaning, Taylor dips into the pie filling again…and then she dips into herself, her long, slender fingers covered in red caressing her open folds. I groan at the sensuous sight of her swollen pussy coated with deep red glaze.
Her inner thighs are shiny with her juices and I know I can’t wait anymore. Dropping to my knees before her, I pull her even closer to the edge of the table and put her legs over my shoulders. She moans and lets her thighs drift even wider apart–baring herself completely for me. The act of trust and submission makes my cock throb even harder. God, I just love it when she gives herself so freely, when she trusts me like this!
“Well, baby, this pie seems pretty messy,” I murmur. “Seems like maybe I’d better clean you up.”
“Yes, Victor, please!” she begs softly. Taylor may be too ladylike to admit it, but she loves having her pussy eaten–almost as much as I love eating it. Still, I love to tease her and draw it out.
“You want me to go down on you, baby?” I murmur, licking her inner thigh to taste her sweet, salty honey. “You want me to bury my face between your legs and lick and suck and tongue that sweet little slit of yours until you come for me? Come so fucking hard?”
“Victor, please! You…you know I do,” she pants.
I should tease her more but I can’t hold out any longer. I need to taste that ripe little cunt. Need to bury my tongue in her hot, open pussy and lick her honey right from the source.
With a low, hungry growl, I press my face to the juncture between her thighs, lapping the cherry glaze away from her swollen folds as she moans in breathless pleasure. Then I swirl my tongue around her clit, bathing the tight little button until she cries out and arches her back, giving herself up to the hot sensation of my mouth on her.
“Oh, Victor, oh.”
God, I love it when she moans like that, when she begs and cries and calls my name. When she pumps her hips up to me like she’s doing now, the muscles in her long, lovely legs going all tight as she works for her orgasm.
That’s right baby, work for it. You’ve earned it, now work for that nice hard come.
As if she can hear my thoughts, I feel her small hands creep up to my head and her long fingers twine themselves in my hair. She pulls me closer and I relish the small pain as she thrusts up to me, pumping her hips, trying to get more of my tongue in her ripe, wet pussy.
God, baby so good…so fucking good! Love the way you smell…the way you taste…the way your pussy gets so hot and creamy for me when I lick your little slit!
She’s crying out now–so close to coming on my mouth. I dip inside her, pressing my tongue deep into her well and taste fresh wetness. Her thighs clench around my head and she pulls me even closer, gasping and pumping her hips, trying to get more…more.
I reach up one hand and cup her breast, teasing the tight little nipple until it’s rock hard. She’s moaning steadily now, her pussy gushing with honey. I lap up her juices eagerly, tracing a circle around her sensitive clit with the tip of my tongue, just the way she likes it.
She’s begging for it now…broken sounds of pleasure that make me rock hard.
“Victor, please…I want…I need…”
I pull my face away and look up. “I know what you need, baby. And I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.”
END PART ONE
NSFW Audio Story
Note to my readers:
This is a little something hot and sweet set after the events of Scarlet Heat. If you haven’t read it yet, you might want to check it out here. As a special treat, I got William Martin, a very talented voice artist I love to read this piece, which is from Victor’s point of view. You can listen to it as you read or you can just sit back, relax, and let him read it to you. In fact, I recommend just listening–Mr. Marin gets Victor’s deep, growly voice just right! There are 2 parts to this story so make sure to sign up for my blog to be notified when the next one is posted.
***Warning***
If you listen, be sure to do so with headphones on! It is most definitely NSFW! Also, you don’t want your kids hearing it, although if you listen with your hubby, you’re in for a hot time. ; )
I think you’ll find that hearing Victor’s voice pouring into your ears brings a whole new dimension to this little piece. And if you want to hear more of my favorite voice artist’s work, stay tuned because I’ll definitely have more from Mr. Martin in the future.
Hugs and Happy Listening to you all!
Evangeline
Victor&Taylor_12 part 1
Victor and Taylor
Dessert
Part 1
Coming home from a long day and I’m fucking tired. The site I have my crew working isn’t going according to plan and I’m not happy with that. I like to get the work done right the first time and if I can’t then I might as well–my cell phone rings, cutting off the thought. I fumble it out of my jeans pocket and bring it to my ear.
“Yeah? Victor here.” I can hear the growl in my voice–my inner wolf gets impatient too and it doesn’t have words to express its frustration. Whoever is on the other end of the phone probably thinks I’m in a fucking horrible mood and they’d be right. But the voice in my ear lifts my tired spirits immediately.
“Victor?” It’s Taylor, her soft, light tone sounding a little uncertain. “Are you all right? You sound upset.”
“Yeah, baby. Just tired.” I sigh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to growl at you.”
“Tough day at work?” she asks sympathetically.
“Something like that. I don’t really want to go into it now.”
“Well hopefully you’ll feel better once you get home. I, uh, made your favorite dessert.”
“Mmm, you did?” My ears perk up and the wolf inside me whines eagerly. Taylor knows just what I like. I don’t expect her to cook–she’s finishing up her degree at the local Veterinary College which takes up a lot of her time. But she likes feeling domestic and cooking up all my favorite dishes. Who am I to complain?
“Yeah, I, uh…I did.” There’s a little catch in her voice that makes me pause.
“So what’s for supper?” I ask. Dessert is nice but I’m hungry.
“No supper,” she said and laughs softly. “Just dessert. Hurry up and come home.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I put the pedal down and before I know it, I’m pulling into the driveway. I look to see if Taylor is going to run out to meet me. It’s still daylight and she wouldn’t have been able to come out even a month ago–vamps get fried in direct sunlight. But the same magic that allows her to eat food instead of just drinking blood also enables her to walk in the sunlit world. I just love it when she comes running out, eager for a hug and a kiss and a cuddle, wanting to talk about her day.
Strangely enough, she’s not there. I frown as I kill the truck’s engine and get out. Where could she be? And what did she mean about no dinner, just dessert?
I walk in the house, pausing to scrape my boots before I enter the door.
“Taylor? Baby?”
“In here,” she calls.
I follow the sound of her voice to the dining room. I just finished this room recently and we went and picked out a big, oval oak table to go in it. To my surprise, I see that Taylor is sitting right in the middle of it. Surprise number two is what she’s wearing.
I bite back a hungry growl when I see the innocent white lace babydoll nighty that barely reaches her upper thighs. Fuck, she looks amazing. Her full breasts are clearly bare beneath the thin white lace, her tight nipples pressing against the see-through fabric in two pink peaks. Her long, shapely legs are drawn up almost to her chin, closed demurely, keeping me from getting a view of her panties.
“God, baby…” I stop dead in my tracks, just taking her in. I can feel my cock hardening in my jeans, snarling for release. Damn, she looks so fucking gorgeous. I still can’t believe she’s mine and seeing her sitting her like this dressed in this little slip of nothing makes me want to claim her all over again.
“Hey.” There’s a spark of mischief dancing far back in Taylor’s big, blue eyes.
“So what’s for dessert?” I ask, thinking she’ll be sure to answer, “Me.”
Instead she smiles and tilts her head to one side, her long, silky brown hair shifting over one shoulder.
“Cherry pie. Like I said–your favorite.”
She scoots over a little and I see a bowl filled with bright red cherry pie filling sitting beside her. I didn’t see it earlier–not surprising since I can barely tear my eyes away from her gorgeous body long enough to notice anything else.
I take a step towards her.
“That’s nice, baby, but I thought you said there was cherry pie. All I see is the filling.”
“Oh…” Taylor pouts a little. “I ran out of flour so I couldn’t make the crust. But I thought maybe…maybe we could improvise.”
“Improvise how?” I asked, taking another step so that I’m looming over her as she sits in the center of the table. I can hear the hungry growl which is back in my voice but this time I don’t try to fight it. I’m hungry for a hell of a lot more than food now.
“Like this…” Taylor’s voice is breathless and her cheeks are flushed, a sure sign she’s embarrassed. But I can tell she’s excited too.
She sits up straighter, thrusting out her breasts. With one hand she reaches for the lace bow at her chest, all that’s holding the white babydoll gown shut. With the other, she reaches for the pie filling. Making a show of it, she slowly unties the bow, letting the lace panels drift apart. I suck in a breath as her full, high breasts are completely revealed. Her nipples are tight–clearly aching for attention.
“God, baby, I love your tits.”
Taylor flushes with pleasure. She’s not usually this forward and I know she feels like she’s taking a risk here–which I love. Fucking love that she’s willing to make herself vulnerable with me like this. Love that she knows she can tease me and trust me not to hurt her.
“You’re about to love them more,” she promises me. Dipping a finger in the pie filling, she paints a streak of cherry-red around the pink point of one hard nipple. “Ooo,” she gasps and I see the little bud get even tighter. “That’s cold!”
“Then let me warm you up, baby.”
I pull her towards the edge of the table so I can reach her better and duck my head to capture the tight peak in my mouth. I lap away the sweet glaze of the pie filing, making her gasp and then I suck hard, pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Taylor moans and arches her back and I smell her heat drifting up to me. A warm, devastatingly feminine scent that sends my throbbing cock into overdrive. God, I love when she gives it up for me like this, love that she offers herself without fear or reservation.
But before she can get too out of control, I let her hard nipple slide slowly from between my lips.
“Wha…?” Taylor looks at me, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Out of cherries,” I point out, nodding at her bare breasts. “Need some more–I thought this was dessert.”
“It is.” She paints the other nipple with the sweet, red sauce and I lick that one clean as well, swirling my tongue around the tender pink point until she moans and thrusts her chest out. Offering herself to me, begging without words for more.
I’m happy to give it to her but her breasts aren’t the only part of her I want to taste.
“C’mon, baby,” I growl, putting my hands on her knees, which are still pressed together. “I need more.”
“More pie?” She gives a breathless little laugh and lets her legs drift apart, giving me a glimpse of what I’m craving. But instead of the white lace panties I’m expecting, I see nothing but her clean shaven mound. She told me once she’d just had a wax right before she was turned to a vampire so now that’s her permanent state. Not that I’m complaining–I love the innocent pink slit of her pussy, her bare mound so naked and inviting. But I want to see more–I want to taste more.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I command her softly. “Spread your legs and let me get a better look at that sweet little pussy.”
Trembling and blushing, she obeys. I remember how it was when she first came to live with me, how she was so afraid to let me touch her, to taste her. Taylor’s had a rough past–it took a lot for her to get over it and trust me.
“Fuuuuck…” I give a low groan as she is fully revealed. I can see how hot and swollen her outer pussy lips are. They’re spreading open for me, showing her slippery pink interior, slick with her juices. The scent of her desire is even hotter now–that rich, feminine aroma that makes me crazy for her. My cock throbs and the wolf inside me begs me to rip down my jeans and shove my shaft to the hilt inside her hot little cunt, filling her with myself, marking her with my scent and claiming her all over again. But I hold off–before I fuck her sweet little pussy, I want–no, I need to taste it.
“The pie,” I say, nodding at her fingers, stained red with the sweet, sticky glaze. “I want some more, baby. I want seconds.” And fucking thirds and fourths, for that matter.
“The pie…right…seconds…” Her voice is breathless as though she can barely remember what scenario we’re supposed to be playing out. But I’m not willing to abandon it quite yet. I want to taste her hot, slippery pussy coated in that sticky cherry juice.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur, holding her eyes with mine. ” I want to lick your sweet little cunt–want to worship your little pussy with my tongue until you come all over my face.”
Moaning, Taylor dips into the pie filling again…and then she dips into herself, her long, slender fingers covered in red caressing her open folds. I groan at the sensuous sight of her swollen pussy coated with deep red glaze.
Her inner thighs are shiny with her juices and I know I can’t wait anymore. Dropping to my knees before her, I pull her even closer to the edge of the table and put her legs over my shoulders. She moans and lets her thighs drift even wider apart–baring herself completely for me. The act of trust and submission makes my cock throb even harder. God, I just love it when she gives herself so freely, when she trusts me like this!
“Well, baby, this pie seems pretty messy,” I murmur. “Seems like maybe I’d better clean you up.”
“Yes, Victor, please!” she begs softly. Taylor may be too ladylike to admit it, but she loves having her pussy eaten–almost as much as I love eating it. Still, I love to tease her and draw it out.
“You want me to go down on you, baby?” I murmur, licking her inner thigh to taste her sweet, salty honey. “You want me to bury my face between your legs and lick and suck and tongue that sweet little slit of yours until you come for me? Come so fucking hard?”
“Victor, please! You…you know I do,” she pants.
I should tease her more but I can’t hold out any longer. I need to taste that ripe little cunt. Need to bury my tongue in her hot, open pussy and lick her honey right from the source.
With a low, hungry growl, I press my face to the juncture between her thighs, lapping the cherry glaze away from her swollen folds as she moans in breathless pleasure. Then I swirl my tongue around her clit, bathing the tight little button until she cries out and arches her back, giving herself up to the hot sensation of my mouth on her.
“Oh, Victor, oh.”
God, I love it when she moans like that, when she begs and cries and calls my name. When she pumps her hips up to me like she’s doing now, the muscles in her long, lovely legs going all tight as she works for her orgasm.
That’s right baby, work for it. You’ve earned it, now work for that nice hard come.
As if she can hear my thoughts, I feel her small hands creep up to my head and her long fingers twine themselves in my hair. She pulls me closer and I relish the small pain as she thrusts up to me, pumping her hips, trying to get more of my tongue in her ripe, wet pussy.
God, baby so good…so fucking good! Love the way you smell…the way you taste…the way your pussy gets so hot and creamy for me when I lick your little slit!
She’s crying out now–so close to coming on my mouth. I dip inside her, pressing my tongue deep into her well and taste fresh wetness. Her thighs clench around my head and she pulls me even closer, gasping and pumping her hips, trying to get more…more.
I reach up one hand and cup her breast, teasing the tight little nipple until it’s rock hard. She’s moaning steadily now, her pussy gushing with honey. I lap up her juices eagerly, tracing a circle around her sensitive clit with the tip of my tongue, just the way she likes it.
She’s begging for it now…broken sounds of pleasure that make me rock hard.
“Victor, please…I want…I need…”
I pull my face away and look up. “I know what you need, baby. And I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.”
END PART ONE
May 23, 2015
Interview with the Author
Today I am conducting an interview with some of my past characters.
Draven and L have agreed to be with us and give us a little behind the scenes gossip about what’s going on with their lives since they ascended and went to live with the Goddess.
Evangeline–I walk in and find the two of them getting quite cozy. L is sitting on Draven’s lap instead of using the extra chair I gave them. Of course, what else can you expect from a warrior and his new bride? I just hope the chair is strong enough to hold them if they start getting frisky ; )
Evangeline–“Well, you two–let’s get this interview started. It seems you have more–ahem–interesting things to do so I promise not to keep you long. Last time we saw the two of you, you were headed off to live with the Goddess. How has life been for you since then?”
Draven is busy nuzzling L’s neck and looks up briefly. “Fine.”
Evangeline–“What–just fine? Could you be just a little more descriptive? Readers are curious, you know.”
Draven–“Why don’t you tell me since you wrote most of our story and then just left us hanging?”
L–“Now, Draven, baby–be nice.” She looks at me. “We don’t hold a grudge against you for letting our story play out in the background. We’re just glad you put the two of us together.”
Draven–“We’re very happy together. Extremely happy. Although we’d be happier if we could get some privacy.” He nuzzles L under her chin again and she giggles and slaps at his broad shoulder.
L–“Draven, stop. You’re so bad–can’t you straighten up and answer this nice lady’s questions for a minute?”
Draven makes indistinct sounds and starts kissing L behind her ear. Clearly he’s going to be no help.
Evangeline–“I’m glad to see you’re both so happy. Tell me, L, how do you like having the Goddess for a mother-in-law?”
L smiles. “It’s wonderful. I thought it was going to be really intimidating and scary but the Goddess is so kind and loving. Now don’t get me wrong–you don’t want to get on her bad side. But that’s really hard to do.”
Draven looks up and speaks seriously for once. “L is right. She even forgave me for all the trouble and damage I caused while I was without a soul. She’s very loving and forgiving to all her children–not just me.”
Evangeline–“Of course she considers all of the Kindred warriors and their brides to be her children.”
L smiles mysteriously. “Yes, she does. But Draven here isn’t the only biological child the Goddess has.”
Evangeline–“Wait a minute–what? Are you giving away a spoiler, L?”
Draven–“You’d better watch what you say, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want this interview to end early…or would we?” He nuzzled L again.
Evangeline–“But how can the Goddess have biological children? I thought she created Draven.”
L–“Oh, she did–he is created out of the same substance she is made of. But she did spend some time as a mortal once. She wanted to see what her children were experiencing. I believe she was even mated to a Beast Kindred for a time.”
Draven. “Which is when she bore a child–my sister, in fact.”
Evangeline–“Well, this is news to me and I’m sure it’s news to the readers too. Are you telling me we’re going to be seeing more of this child–the Goddess’s daughter–sometime in the future?”
Draven–“You tell us. You’re the one writing all this, remember?”
L–“All right now, no need to get a smart mouth, Mister. Don’t forget that she could have just left us hanging. I might have stayed on the Mother Ship while you ascended and went back to your mom, the Goddess, alone.”
Draven–“True…true. Instead of letting us end up together to complete our bond.” He takes her mouth in a soft but intense kiss and I can tell some unspoken communication is going on between them.
L–murmuring as the kiss finally breaks. “I love you too, baby.”
They are getting very amorous now–I can tell I’ll have to end the interview soon because they are eager to be alone.
Evangeline–“Well, thanks to the two of you for coming today. I hope we’ll hear more from you in the future. And thank you for the spoilers, L. I’m sure readers are wondering who the mysterious daughter of the Goddess might be and when we’ll see her show up in the series.”
Draven–“Oh, I think you’ll see her fairly soon. But for now, you’re not seeing any more of us.”
He picks up L in his arms and carries her out the door, his broad, feathery wings brushing my face as he walks out. The feathers are incredibly soft and smell like warm, masculine spice. I can hear L laughing softly and Draven murmuring to her as they exit.
Well, at least we know they’re happy together. I just wonder when we’ll meet the Goddess’s daughter…
That’s all for now. Check the blog next week for more answers, interviews, and exclusive spoilers for the Kindred and Born to Darkness series.
May 16, 2015
FAQ Segment 1
This week I have decided to answer a FAQ from my readers. I get asked this one a lot. Many wondering where I came up with the Kindred world and all of their gadgets.
FAQ: Where do you get all your ideas from?
Answer: I get my ideas from everywhere. It could be just a reinterpretation of something we already have, or something I wish we had. I might have seen something in a movie or TV show that sparked my muse. I also get some of my ideas from my readers.
Please let me know if you have any other questions for me in the comment section below, or if there is a particular scene you would like me to delve deeper into.
Happy Reading,
Evangeline
May 8, 2015
Evangeline Behind the Scenes
Journey with me as we go behind the scenes once a week on my new blog.
During these posts, I will be delving deeper into my books, answering my reader’s FAQs, and more. I might also have special guests that could make an appearance on my blog, but only if they can fit it into their busy schedule.
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Happy Reading!!!
Evangeline
April 26, 2015
Hot New Giveaway–everyone will win something!
Every entry wins a copy of Crimson Debt, the first book in my Born to Darkness series, or Stress Relief, a naughty spy novella
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