A Dark and Wicked Dungeon Crawl from Suz deMello (#Vampires #Vampireerotica #MFRW_ORG)

This dark and dangerous dungeon crawl comes to us from 18th Century Scotland.
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The exertion had left Sir Gareth cold and hungry. After walking to the back of the sea caves in the cliff, he found a narrow staircase—really no more than rough cuts in the rock with a few ancient metal cleats here and there—and climbed it to the next level. Unused by others, it was twisting and rickety. It led to the oubliettes, dark cells pocking a rough rock corridor winding through the interior of the sea cliff beneath the Dark Tower.
Securing one such oubliette was a rusty gate composed of a latticework of crumbling metal, encrusted by barnacles at the bottom from the high tide. Its crude lock was no more than a twist of wire, too heavy for most men but easily disentangled by Sir Gareth. No light from nature or fire, but the lack of illumination didn’t trouble him.
Inside, secured to rings bolted and sunk into the cliff, was his larder: two men and a woman. They were naked, shivering and close to unconsciousness, hanging from their chains with muscles limp and weak. The woman he’d already sampled, and he knew he liked her. The men—well, they were MacReivers, so how good could they taste? He could save them for later.
He approached Moira and dragged her head to one side by the hair before sinking his teeth into her neck. She groaned and twitched, her chains rattling. He set his other hand on her breast, tugging on her nipple. It hardened and distended between his fingers. She whimpered.


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“For lord’s sake, stop!” The hoarse cry echoed through the dungeon, louder than the rush of the sea.
Louder even than the rush of the blood through his gut and into his veins. Louder than the frantic pulse in the woman’s breast. Sir Gareth removed his teeth from Moira’s neck. “Why?” He pinched her tit.
“She doesna deserve to die like that! None of us do.”
“Pardon me.” Sir Gareth licked the two wounds he’d left in Moira’s throat. “But I believe that the three of you are responsible for my brother’s death.”
“Moira Cameron is a fine, brave woman. She defended her honor.”
He threw back his shaggy white head and howled with mirth, the insane laughter bouncing off the damp stone walls of the dungeon. He followed the sound, dancing and jumping about, for the blood burned and boiled and leaped as it flowed within him. And all the time the rushing, the rushing in and out of the tides and the blood in his body and his veins drummed and the eyes inside wept for Euan.
“So she told you her name was Moira Cameron, did she now?” Sir Gareth pushed his mind past the rushing of the blood and the tide, and the eyes inside went dry and cold and hard. He slapped her face, and her head bounced against the stone with a crack like the lightning strike of death. “She’s Moira Kilborn, you great fool.”
“That canna be.” The fool of a MacReiver was insistent. “She’s got red hair!”
Sir Gareth laughed some more, then calmed, leaning against one of the walls for support. “I’m mad, you know.”
“So it seems.” The MacReiver was grim.
“But I’m not so insane as to forget my family. Her red hair’s from her mother. She’s Moira Kilborn, daughter of Fenella MacLeod and Ivor Kilborn, who was lost at sea five years ago.”
The man sagged in his chains. “She lied to us.”
“Aye, she’s a bitch born. I do not know why. Fenella’s a sweet lassie and Ivor was a fine man. But this one has ever been a trial to the clan.”
“Are you going to kill her?”
Sir Gareth shrugged. “I do not usually kill women, but for this one, I might make an exception. But you, MacReiver, you will surely die in this place. If you worship any God, it is time for you to make whatever peace you can. Especially given the blood on your hands. How did my brother hurt you?”
“What? Who?”
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http://www.ellorascave.com/temptation-in-tartan.html (Publisher’s site)
About me:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short


Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
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