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Cody scanned the area, his eyes hovering over the multitude of bodies crammed into the bar, most of them focused on the band that was whipping them up into a frenzy as it came to their break.

All eyes were faced toward the far end of the room . . . all except one pair. A lone set were glaring daggers at him, until his locked with them, and then they dropped to the can of soda sitting on the table in front of them before them. Suddenly it was the most important thing in the room, dainty fingers reaching to grasp the can and twirl it around and around as long dark locks of hair fell forward to conceal those eyes that had sent a jolt of . . . something rushing through Cody’s entire body.

Those eyes he’d barely caught a glimpse of seemed so familiar, the dark hair now cascading down to cover her face brought memories rushing through his mind . . . and body, that he’d rather not visit again. They were far too painful. Shaking his head, Cody, pushed them away, tilting his head as he gazed at the young woman sitting at the table in the corner. Who the hell are you? he wondered as she glanced up . . . with a look that had him stepping back as if she’d physically struck him.

Fuck! She was looking at him as if he were the Devil incarnate. What the goddamn hell?

He knew for certain that he had never met her before, so why the fuck was she looking at him as if he’d eaten her firstborn child?

She looked away, her hair falling to veil her face again and once more his stomach clenched as his memories flashed to his youth. No. It was impossible and this was impossible. Cody shook his head to clear it just as the band finished for the break in their set and every person in the building rushed to the bar for fresh drinks.

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A Vampire’s Thirst Flint…Sneak Peak!

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Chapter One

Flint sat on the soft, plush armchair, watching as the leggy blonde reached behind her back to unzip the red dress that was barely legal. It just about covered her ass and breasts, but that’s what had caught his eye earlier, causing his blood to burn and his fangs to surge painfully against his gums, longing for freedom and the urge to feed rushed through him . . . again.

Shit, what was going on with him? This was the third night in a row he’d frequented the club since Victor had left on his honeymoon and each night he’d ended up right where he was now. In one of the back rooms with a willing and gorgeous woman who he’d fuck . . . and sink his fangs into. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The first night he’d fucked hard and when his fangs had sprung free he’d leapt off his surprised companion and rushed from the room using his Vampire speed, headed home and used his supply of donor blood . . . the next night, however, he’d succumbed to the temptation.

Tonight, he knew he would feed. His fangs already piercing his gums and his restraint had disappeared . . . a distant acquaintance he’d been speaking with appeared to have deserted him but he had no time to think about that. Not now, not when this vision of beauty was gliding toward him in fuck-me heels and nothing more . . . other than blood-red lipstick that he’d soon see around his cock.

He leaned back in the armchair, unzipping his pants. “Kneel,” he commanded, pointing to the floor, the word coming out distorted around his fangs.

Her eyes grew large, her full, obviously fake, breasts heaved at the sight of them, and he could hear her blood rushing through her as she nodded, excitement coursing through her . . . as much as the desire he could scent wafting from her already wet center. “Of course,” she breathed as she fell before him.

Reaching for his rock-hard length, she held it in her hand before bending forward, her scarlet lips opening to take him inside her warm mouth. It was exquisite. She was talented, very gifted indeed, and worked his cock like an expert, with her mouth, tongue and fingers. Her eyes open and watching his face intently, her desire and arousal clear for him to see and when he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his fangs she groaned around him, sending shockwaves through his groin as she fidgeted between his legs, clamping her own thighs together.

Flint reached down, tangling her hair in his hand. “You want my cock inside you? My fangs in your skin while your blood drips down my throat? Is that what you want?”

Her head bobbed frantically, but in all honesty, that’s what he was craving. He could almost taste her B-Positive as it slid across his tongue, warm and delicious with a hint of the wine she’d been drinking earlier. He’d be able to taste it, he knew he would, as it glided down the back of his throat and down, down, down . . . damn, he couldn’t wait any longer. Tugging her head away he growled, “All fours, baby, I’m ready to fuck you senseless and give you the best damn night of your life.”

“Yes!” she gasped out, her chin dripping and her ruby lipstick now a red mess on her face as she spun around into position.

Her pert ass stuck up, legs apart, calling him forward and he took no time to drop to the floor, tugging his pants down only far enough so he could pound into her . . . after all, once he was finished he’d be out of there as fast as possible. This was no date he was on and she was no girlfriend. She’d come to the club with one thing on her mind: find a Vamp for the kind of thrill that only they could give and that’s what he was going to provide, in spades.

Her skin was silky smooth, with a slight tan but still pale under his hand as he ran it down her spine as she quivered beneath his touch, the fingers of his other hand delving between her thighs to dip into her wet folds. “You’re ready for me, dripping wet.”

She moaned louder as he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. He wasted no more time, thrusting in with one long hard push, his fingers digging into her waist and holding her in place as her back arched and her throat was presented to him like a meal on a silver platter. Damn it. Flint could see her vein pulsing beneath her skin . . . screaming at him to sink his fangs into it and drink his fill. He knew the moment he did that he’d send her over the edge into ecstasy and he wasn’t quite ready to do that. Not yet. He wanted a few more moments of his own pleasure before . . . oh shit. Who was he kidding?

He wanted her blood more than he wanted her pussy and he was lying to himself if he tried to say otherwise. He wouldn’t be in this damn back room with her if that wasn’t the case. He knew the moment he led her here that’s what he was going to do . . . again. Feed. On her warm blood. Not his bagged donor blood. No. Tonight he was going to feast on a live vein and he was going to do it now . . . this very damn minute because he couldn’t hold on for another fucking minute.

His muscles tensed, the anticipation building to a crescendo inside him as he covered her body with his as his hips pummeled against her willing body as her flesh shivered beneath him. He reached around, his fingers circled her throat, holding her firmly in place and lowered his head, scraping his fangs along her soft skin before piercing it gently. She stiffened below him, her groans of pleasure growing as his bite soared her to heights only a Vampire could take her to.  His cock pounding into her heat, throbbing with need as her warm blood trickled onto his tongue. A frenzy of flavors ignited as he swallowed his first taste of her, and yes, there was the hint of the wine she’d drank earlier, he could taste the merlot as her life’s blood slithered down his throat so divinely.

He swallowed over and over, his seed spilling into her as she screamed again and again as multiple orgasms wracked her slim body . . . until he reluctantly retracted his fangs, pulling free from her throat and running his tongue over the wounds to seal them closed. Damn, he wanted more but he wasn’t so far gone as to drink her dry.

She collapsed to the floor, spent but happy, a lazy smile on her face. “That was . . . amazing.”

Flint sighed, stood and fixed his clothing. “Are you okay?” he asked, staring down at her pale face.

“I’m fine,” she sighed.

Remorse coursed through him as he stared at her and he bent over, picked her up and gently carried her to the velvet sofa. Placing her down, he pulled the throw over her. “I’ll send someone back with a drink and to check on you.”

She waved a hand at him, dismissing his concern. “I’m all right. Honestly. Thank you for your concern, but I’ll be okay.”

He tilted his head, “I have to go.” He heard her say a quiet goodbye as he turned and fled quickly, with too many emotions running through him that he could barely keep up with them, or even name them.

When he returned to the main club, he grabbed one of the waitresses he knew and asked her to take some refreshments to the room. He didn’t care what the woman said. He wanted someone to check on her . . . she looked pale and needed liquid and something high in sugar to drink. Then he made to leave, guilt rearing its head once again. Weaving his way toward the entrance he was almost there when a hand landed on his shoulder, a voice at his ear, and his stomach clenched. Fuck. It was the last person in the damn world he wanted to catch him here. Almost. The absolute last person would be Victor, but he was half way around the world on his honeymoon, but the next person on that list was now behind him.

“I didn’t believe it. When I heard that Flint, the righteous Flint, was frequenting this club and having a high old time with the girls. Well, I could understand that part . . . the having fun with the girls,” the voice chuckled as Flint turned around to face the man he didn’t want to see standing right there, before he continued, “Then the little birdie said that you weren’t just having fun with the girls, but that you were feeding from them. And, as I just happened to be in the area . . . on business with the local office . . . I decided to drop by and see if that were true. So, here I am, and here you are, and what do I smell, Flint? Oh wait . . . blood, human blood, and you’ve just fed. Hmm, what’s wrong, Flint? When, Victor’s away, Flint will play?”

Clarence Fucking Collins. The Directive’s top investigator, and here he was standing right there and sneering up at Flint. Damn it to hell and back again. It took all of Flint’s steely resolve not to smash his fist into Clarence’s face to wipe that smug look off it. Instead he forced his body to relax, lowered his shoulders, and pasted a smirk on his face. “What? You’ve nothing better to do than to come and see what I’m up to? No criminals to go hunt down? After all, Clarence, it’s perfectly legal to do what I’ve done. Isn’t it? I’ve not committed any crime . . . have I?”

Clarence stiffened, his eyes closing to slits as he leaned in. “No crime, Flint, but it’s not like you to frequent these types of places and you’re like your boss . . . you don’t feed on live donors. So, want to fill me in on what’s going on?”

Flint shrugged. “No, it’s none of your damn business.” He turned away, throwing over his shoulder as he strode away. “Maybe if you and the fucking Directive did your jobs instead of harassing law-abiding people, the world would be a safer place for everyone.”

His words hit their target. Clarence’s face whitened, his jaw tightened, and his mouth set in a hard line but he didn’t answer. Flint felt the man’s eyes on him the entire time until he’d left. Fuck. That was the last thing he needed: to be in the crosshairs of the damn Directive.

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Victor…A Vampire’s Thirst…Sneak Peak!

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Chapter One

Victor allowed the blood to flow over his tongue, savoring the taste as it filled his mouth and ran down his throat. Exquisite!

His first taste of human blood in such a long time, and he wondered why he’d denied himself as he sank his fangs deeper into her soft skin, drinking deeply, while his hard length pounded inside her. Her moans of pleasure as she writhed beneath him spurred him on, taking him higher, her blood filling him with lust and longing for more . . . so much more.

Her dark skin felt soft beneath his touch, her back bowed as another orgasm wracked her body as his bite took her over again and again. The blood he drank was addictive, glorious, and he wanted to drain her . . . Forcing his fangs from her skin, immediately feeling the pull to drink from her again, he retracted his teeth and pushed her away roughly.

Without a word he disentangled their bodies, dressed quickly and left the private room, disgust coursing through him briefly before the damn thirst for her fucking blood reared its head again. He wasted no time in leaving the club, not even waiting on his bodyguard, rushing out and into his limo and ordering his driver to take him home as quickly as possible. Sitting back, he tried to sort through what the hell had happened . . . he’d drank human blood for the first time in over two centuries and he had no fucking clue why.

When he arrived home, without acknowledging the doorman, he hurried to the elevator quickly inputting the security code. His only wish to gain access to his home. He slammed the door, almost tearing it from the hinges, his long legs stormed over to the window where he stopped to stare out the floor to ceiling window overlooking Central Park, his reflection glaring back at him accusingly. His ice blue eyes shielding the turmoil within from anyone that had the misfortune to look his way, only he knew the hell he was experiencing, the absolute and all-encompassing torture that his mind and body was forcing him to endure. And he had no idea what the blue blazes was going on.

What the hell is happening to me? he thought for the hundredth time.

He was one of the most powerful Vampires in existence. One who held knowledge that spanned centuries, ran businesses all over the damn world with ease, and yet here he was acting like a newly turned Vampling with no control over his bloodlust or his sexual demands.

Leaning his forehead on the cool glass, inhaling deeply to still his madly beating heart, Victor fought to control his growing anger. He had to control it. If he lost it then his penthouse apartment would be in ruin in no time at all, but worse . . . his secret would be out. People would learn there was something very wrong with Victor Strong and that was something he couldn’t allow to happen. Not now, hell, not at any fucking time, but especially not now.

He had a meeting tomorrow that was going to be worth hundreds of billions of dollars for one of his companies and he’d be a fool to mess that up. One thing he was not, was a fool. The only saving grace was that it was being done online. Thank fuck for technology. He’d already met with the people involved and everything had been ironed out . . . almost. This was the final deal breaker and he refused to allow whatever was going on inside him to muck up the months of hard work he’d put in getting everything in place of his ultimate goal to gain some lucrative acquisitions. They’d add enough to his portfolio to make him the richest man alive . . . or dead depending on your perception of Vampires. As he still had a heart, still breathed air, he never thought of himself as one of the undead, but that didn’t stop others from believing that were so.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Flint’s hard voice broke the silence, but he didn’t jump, merely turned around slowly and walked to the bar.

“Want one?” he asked, pouring himself a shot of expensive whisky.

“Sure.” Flint joined him, leaning his ass on a stool. His dark-as-night eyes never leaving Victor’s as he took the offered glass. “So, boss, what’s going on with you? You never take up the offer of girls at the club, yet tonight . . . you went through three of them. What’s up with that? And, that’s not all, is it?”

Flint made a show of lifting his head and sniffing. Victor stiffened, his lips curling back in a snarl of warning. “Don’t say it.”

“What? That I smell blood? Human blood. On the man that’s not fed on human blood for so long that I can’t even remember how far back it was.” Flint took a sip of his drink, placing the glass down heavily. “What’s up, Victor?”

“It’s not illegal, is it?” Victor snapped viciously. “I have done nothing wrong.”

Flint frowned, rising from the stool and looking at him with a look of confusion on his hard face. “What the hell, boss? What’s gotten into you?”

Victor shook his head, trying to clear it of the thoughts cascading through his brain. Mainly the ones of sinking his fangs into soft flesh and the taste of sweet blood as it dripped onto his tongue and trailed down his throat so damn nicely. He could still smell the heady aroma of one of the girls he’d drank from earlier, her unique blend that reminded him of a good merlot he’d tasted on his last trip to Paris. Fuck! He yearned to race back and sink himself inside her once more at the same time as his fangs tore into her pale skin to . . . no. He refused to allow himself to descend that route once again.

He was strong not just in name but in everything. His steely control over his entire life wasn’t limited to his Vampire cravings, but in his everyday business dealings and the way he ran his world-wide corporations with an iron fist. It was how he became one of, if not the richest man in the goddamn world. He would win this war against whatever it was that was eating away inside him. He was Victor Fucking Strong and nothing, absolutely nothing would make him weak, or bring him to his knees. Not a chance in hell would he allow that to happen. His hands bunched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood with the ferocity and strength of his will to battle the demons raging inside him.

“Victor?” Flint’s hand landed on his shoulder, surprising him out of his thoughts, causing him to jerk away angrily.

“What?”

“You’re worrying me. You were out of it then and you were definitely not yourself earlier. You need to talk to me. What’s happening?”

“I’m fine.” Victor pushed past the man that wasn’t just his bodyguard and his right-hand-man, but someone who’d been at his side for more years than he could count. Flint was his best friend and they’d saved each other’s lives so many times over the centuries it was as if he’d slapped the man as he strode away from him to the window. “I need some air.”

Opening the sliding door, he stepped out onto the large patio. He didn’t see the glorious New York skyline, his eyes closed as he took deep steadying breaths. Flint was next to him, he felt him, his friend nearby and worried. “I’ll be fine, Flint.”

“Will you?” he asked skeptically.

Victor turned to him, seeing the worry etched on his face brought a vision of when they’d first met…so many centuries ago when Flint was a new Vampling and been abandoned by his maker. Victor had found him in a backstreet in New Orleans, draining a young woman. He’d barely managed to save her in time, but he did and then took the young man under his wing and taught him how to control his urges. They’d been together ever since, and they were as close as brothers. To see him looking at him like this and talking to him with such a tone, well, it hurt.

“I’m sure.” Victor tipped his head.

“I’m not.” Flint replied, his steely gaze never wavering as he kept watch on him. “You remind me of what I was like when you found me and that wasn’t pretty.”

“That’s funny,” Victor’s lips tugged up. “I was just remembering that night in Orleans.”

“I’d rather forget it,” Flint grunted. “Not something I’m proud of and I’d hate to feel like that again, that loss of control. Fuck, that’s definitely not on my ‘to do’ list ever.”

Victor agreed but that’s exactly what was happening to him. He could feel it growing inside him like a damn cancer, only worse. That could be cut out, carved away by a scalpel and thrown in the garbage…unlike whatever was eating away inside him.

“Vic? What is it? You look as if you’re ready to rip something apart again. Are you sure you’re okay?” Flint stepped toward him, his eyes searching his face and his friend looking even more concerned.

“Yes . . .” And then something strange and magical assaulted his senses. A whisper of a scent wafting inside his nostrils . . . honey and wildflowers. It was tantalizing, mesmerizing and absolutely his. There was no doubt in his mind that he had to find the owner. His eyes snapped open as he rushed to the balcony, looking down to the street below which was almost empty of people at this late hour. He inhaled sharply again, using his centuries old Vampire abilities to try and locate the scent, his head whipping around toward the park . . . there.

His legs moved quickly, speeding toward the fire escape, with Flint yelling, “What the hell are you doing? Victor, wait!”

“I can’t! I need to find her!”

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