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Merger, Episode 9

Caroline Lee

http://www.carolineleeromance.com/

“There’s no need to be rude, Lance, we’re going.” Betty Lou all but pushed Holt out the door, past the new owner of Wright & Sons…. who apparently was one of said sons. “But,” she glared up at her ex, knowing that he wouldn’t be fooled by any of her sickly sweet smiles, “I’m taking my laptop.”

He tried to grab her arm when she pivoted back towards the desk to rip the charger from the wall, and she could tell that he was going to object. “My laptop, Lance. Your ‘father’ made me buy it myself, and I’m taking it with me.” Nose in the air, electronics tucked under her arm, purse slung across her shoulder so it bumped against her ass with each step, she flip-flopped past him with as much dignity as she could muster.

To her surprise, Holt was waiting for her at the elevator, looking like he was seriously considering going back in there to duke it out with Lance over the company. But instead, he just latched on to her elbow and hustled her into the elevator. Since that’s where she was planning on going anyhow, eager to get out of the building before Lance caught her in her lie or called their one elderly security guard to make a scene, she went quietly.

The ride was awkward, Holt’s dangerous silence a warning to not try to make conversation. But when the doors dinged open to reveal the lowest level of the parking garage, Holt took a deep breath and turned to her, touching her arm gently with the hand not still holding the papers. “This isn’t right, Betty Lou. I need to fix this.”

“No.” She lifted the laptop just a little bit, to draw his attention to it. “We need to fix this. And we need to get out of here before we can’t.”

Giving her a look she couldn’t interpret, he finally nodded. “We’ll make a good team.”

She tried not to think about how good that—him calling them as a team—made her feel.

Holt had arrived with Carina, who’d already taken the car back to the city, so they squeezed into her old Ford Ranger. Holt had raised a dark brow at the messy interior of the small pickup, but pushed some piles of newspaper to the floorboards and climbed in.

As she peeled out of the garage—a small part of her smiling to see him grab at the ‘oh shit’ handle when she took the corner too hard—she caught him staring at her.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.” She didn’t look, but could hear the smile in his voice.

“Open the computer,” She’d plopped it on his lap with the rest of the papers he’d been carrying when they left the office. “And go into the ‘Legal Files’ folder under ‘Wright’ in the document drive.”

“I like this side of you. Very commanding.” But he did as she asked.

“Yeah, well.” She ran a yellow to turn left on Harbor Ave. “I have hidden depths.”

“I can tell.” She could hear that smile again. Then a moment of silence as he tapped her way through Wright and Son’s legal documents. “I can’t believe Mr. Wright let you store all of these on your personal computer.”

“He didn’t.” She felt his gaze, and smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. “I just stole Wright and Sons proprietary property.”

He chuckled then. “Well, let’s see if we can justify your larceny.” When he bent back over the screen, and she took a slower right onto Maple towards downtown, she realized that she was a lot calmer than she had a right to be. She’d been fired, stolen a laptop from her long-time employer, and seen her ex destroy a good man. But being beside Holt, working with him, just felt right.

But then she heard him suck in a breath. “Holy shit, Betty Lou.” She glanced at him, but he didn’t notice. “Burnham’s documents said that his grandfather arranged it so that he’d inherit on his father’s seventieth birthday, because he’s the last surviving son.” It’d always bothered Betty Lou how obsessed the old man had been with his sons, ignoring his daughters.

Holt looked up, and she met his brilliant blue eyes for a moment, struck by the predatory gleam in them. “That’s a lie.”

 

 

Merger, Episode 8

C.A. Szarek

http://www.caszarek.com/

 

Holt shut down the what the fuck swirling around in his head. His cock was still too-interested in Betty Lou’s short pink skirt—not to mention the way her breasts had felt smashed against his chest, but he had bigger—real—problems to worry about.

He cursed and slammed his phone in his pocket. Then shot his business partner a glance. “Danvers is waiting for you. I’m going to see Betty Lou. She can help.”

Mick Danvers led their team of attorneys—the best money could buy. He’d probably storm right over to Wright & Sons. No doubt the guy would take this ridiculous assault personally. He’d worked for hours on the legal prep of the merger, instead of assigning it to an associate. They’d been college buddies and Mick himself usually handled most of BCI’s acquisitions—not just the big ones.

“How the hell is she going to help?” Carina snarled.

“Carina,” Holt growled. “Go.”

“You bet I will. I’ll get Danvers, since you’re too busy playing—”

He cut her off. Holt couldn’t deal with her petty jealousies at the moment. “Go to headquarters. I’ll fax you the paperwork as soon as I read it.”

Carina stomped down the hallway in her silver stilettos.

Holt hurried to his former lover’s office and slipped inside. She was already working on her computer, but looked up over her shoulder to welcome him.

He forbade his eyes from studying her breasts and staring at the portion of her creamy thigh that was bared, since she was sitting at her desk.

The efficient metal workstation was against the wall in the corner and she sat on the side closest to him. He could see more of her body than he should—considering the circumstances.

“Records. I need to see them. Can you do that?” Holt cleared his throat, and his head because one glance at the pinkness that extended over Betty Lou’s exposed collarbones and cleavage plummeted most of his brain cells down south again.

So much for christening my new desk with the woman of my dreams.

Shit had hit the fan instead.

“Already on it,” she told him. “Be with you in minute to go over everything.”

“Thanks.” Holt took a seat and got to reading the stack of paper’s whatshisface, his woman’s ex had slammed down on the desk.

Her fingers were tapping over her keyboard at fifty miles an hour. Occasionally he’d hear her printer getting a workout, and Betty Lou would grab papers and start organizing intermittently, but Holt didn’t look up from the asinine orders in his hands.

The more he read, the more his ire burned. He tugged at his collar and loosened his tie to keep his head from exploding. “This bastard.”

“I know…” Betty Lou whispered.

“He’s Wright’s son?” Holt barked. His gaze collided with Betty Lou’s gorgeous green eyes, they were as wide as saucers.

“No. He’s not.”

Holt pointed to the paperwork, read the few lines out loud, then showed it her. He stuck his finger under the offensive wording and poked hard enough to rip the sheet. “That’s what it declares here.”

“No. It just can’t be.” Betty Lou shook her head. “He…he was adopted. He never knew his birth parents.”

Her office door swung open, and Lance Burnham filled Betty Lou’s doorframe, as if they’d summoned the bastard.

“What are you still doing here?” he barked.

Holt wanted to punch the smug smirk off the asshole’s face. He stood, clutching the legal paperwork to his side, so he wouldn’t do just that.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me, Betty-Betty-Lou-Lou, but I fired you. And you—” he glared at Holt, “need to get the hell off my property.”

“Listen here, you bas—”

Betty-Lou’s small hand appeared on his chest, cutting off his words. “Holt, we’ll just go,” she whispered. She looked at Lance Burnham. “I heard you just fine, let me get my things.”

“You will do no such thing. Trying to take my proprietary information, no doubt.” The asshole glanced over his shoulder, then slid out of the doorway. “Security, I need your assistance.”

 

 

Merger, Episode 7

Luanna Stewart

http://www.luannastewart.com/

 

Betty Lou stepped away from Holt. She needed to think, and standing so close to male perfection made it damn near impossible to think about anything other than sex. And more sex.

“What’s going on, Lance? What are you doing here?”

“You know this guy?” Holt all but growled, like he and the other man were two dogs in a standoff over a bone, or a bitch.

Lance pushed passed the red head. “She sure does. She knows me real good. We were going to get married, weren’t we, Betty-Betty-Lou-Lou.”

She clenched her fists. How many times had she told him she didn’t like that nickname? And still the jerk insisted on using it, in that sing song way. Hard to believe she’d been a few weeks from marrying him.

“But then, about six months ago,” Lance tweaked her nose, yet another habit of his she’d tried to break, “my fiancé went off to a friend’s wedding.” He turned to Holt, a slimy smirk on his face. “When she came back she’d decided she didn’t want to get married anymore. I wonder why that was.”

“Lance, we’ll discuss this later. Tell me what you’re doing here now. You said you didn’t want to have anything to do with this, and I quote, toy company.”

“Situations change, sugar lump. As you well know. One minute you’re engaged to be married, and the next you’re not. One minute you’re the owner of a company,” he winked at Holt, “and the next you don’t have two pennies to rub together.”

Holt took a step forward but Betty Lou grabbed his arm. She knew from personal experience that both men were strong and fit. Her cheeks heated. Holy crap, she was in the room with the only two men she’d ever slept with.

“There must be a mix-up.” She turned to Holt and met his gaze. His eyes smouldered, but it had nothing to do with what they’d been discussing earlier. This wasn’t a “let’s get dirty” look, this was a “I’m going to kill this guy” look. “We should all sit down and discuss this rationally.”

“No need.” Lance slapped the papers he held. “It’s all here in black and white, Betty-Betty-Lou-Lou. Your—ah—boss screwed up, didn’t do due diligence, and now he owns squat. I’m your boss.” He shoved Holt aside and sat behind the large desk, stroking the scarred top. “Well, former boss. Because you’re fired.”

“We’re not done here, Lance. I’ll be back.” Holt stormed from the room, punching at his cell phone as he walked. The red head scampered in his wake.

Betty Lou waited a few seconds, then hurried to her office. She had access to all the company files. Somewhere there had to be information she could use to get Lance out of the company. He would just bleed it dry, and she couldn’t let that happen.

Holt was another problem. She didn’t like the idea of his being her boss, but she also didn’t like the idea of never seeing him again. Never touching or kissing him again.

The man of her dreams stepped into her office and shut the door. “Carina has run back to the city. I know you probably don’t like me right now but I need your help.”

She took a deep breath. Decision time.

 

 

Scandalous, Episode 11

Scandalous

Episode 11 by Luanna Stewart

http://www.luannastewart.com/

 

 

 

“Yes, make me come, damn you!” The tension at her core was so tight it hurt. She tried to wriggle her hips, but he had her pinned to the bed.

“Keep your eyes open, do not look away.”

“Please, Reed, do something. I need—”

“You need to look into my eyes.”

She obeyed, she had no choice. His green eyes were like a magnet. But, they weren’t green anymore, closer to blue. No, grey. What the hell? His eye colour shifted like a kaleidoscope, all the colours of the rainbow. And then that fabulous feeling filled her body again, like she was floating. Way better than any orgasm. And still his eyes changed colour and grew larger until they were all she could see. She couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to.

His body shifted, but the image of his eyes didn’t waver. She felt his lips on her neck, his tongue lapping at his earlier bite. But that was impossible because—

Oh, who the fuck cared. Every nerve in her body tingled, every muscle throbbed, every inch of her skin felt caressed by magic.

Teeth pierced her skin again, and his cock moved inside her, and finally she was so close, so close. She gazed into his eyes, which weren’t really his eyes, and something strange, weird, wonderful happened. It was the like the other half of her that she hadn’t known was missing, was in front of her and inside her, loving her, and making her complete. Strong. Invincible.

The pulse of her release throbbed in time to an equally pleasurable throb in her neck, where his lips sucked and held. She wanted to scream, cry, laugh, but no sound was possible.

Finally, finally, her eyes slid closed, she sank into the mattress, and gasped for breath. “What the hell was that?” She opened her eyes again at the sound of something being unwrapped. “A little too late for a condom, isn’t it?”

Reed grinned. “Just a bandage for your love bite.” And he stuck a regular, ordinary band-aid on her neck. Sheesh, it should at least have sparkles or something.

“I guess we’re bonded now.” She wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Her blood. That he’d drunk, after biting into her skin, with fangs. But, rather than being grossed out, she was turned on. Hopefully, vampires didn’t need recovery time like mortal men.

“No, I don’t,” he said with a wink, “but we won’t be alone long enough to really enjoy it.”

“Why can’t I read your thoughts too?”

He slid from her body and gathered their clothes, tossing hers onto the bed and pulling on his jeans. He kept an eye on the door, lines creasing his brow. “I’ll explain everything in detail later. We’re about to have company.”

A heavy pounding sounded at the door. Abby scrambled into her clothes, only now noticing a tingling pain on her neck. She touched the bandage. Was she a vampire? Would she thirst for blood? She ran her tongue along her teeth –no fangs. Maybe it took time for all the changes to manifest.

Time for questions ran out. Reed opened the door, and the entire Coven High Council filed in.

 

Scandalous, Episode 10

Scandalous

 

Episode 10 Angie Daniels

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“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Reed began, drawing Abby’s attention. She stared into deep, dark, penetrating eyes, as the gorgeous vampire said in a low hypnotic tone, “Mr. X is being hunted, and when he arrives, I’ll know. In the meantime, we need to finish cementing our bond.”

Abby’s head went in a long, slow spin. What’s happening to me? She wondered as a strange warm sensation flowed through her, and yet within seconds, she sighed and no longer cared about anything except the long fingers caressing her body.

She was under his spell.

“Relax,” he coaxed, his lips brushing her forehead, wiping the fear from her mind. “All I want you to think about is my fangs and my cock.”

Her body clenched with anticipation.

Reed had her stripped in less than a minute. Her skirt was tossed across the room, and panties ripped away.

“You sure don’t waste any time,” she whispered.

“Nope. Not when it’s something I want,” Reed replied as he covered her with his warm, hard body. Wasn’t a vampire’s skin supposed to be cold?

He kissed her mouth passionately then slid to her neck, and Abby trembled when she felt his sharp teeth grazing her skin. To her relief, Reed lowered his mouth to her breast and captured a nipple between his lips. The second she felt him suckling hungrily at her tender flesh, Abby dug her heels into the mattress and arched, drawing further into his mouth. Reed tugged with his teeth and caressed with his rough, wet tongue. Abby twisted shamelessly at the sensation he created, then moaned as his hand slipped between her legs. One long finger dipped inside her tender folds, and then pumped until she thought she would burst into flames.

“Fuck me… please!” she screamed unable to take much more.

Reed rose from the mattress and gave a chuckle that said he knew he was in control. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

Whimpering, she parted her thighs, eager for his touch. Reed shoved his jeans and briefs down over his hips, and his cock sprang free. The word ‘tasty’immediately came to mind as she spread her legs even wider.

He positioned himself between her thighs, thrust slightly then paused, and pushed a little more before he paused again.

“Reed,” she whimpered and rolled her hips forward, trying to draw him closer.

He brought his mouth down until his lips hovered over hers. “You want something?” he asked.

Abby shivered. “Uh-huh.”

“I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, his breath fanning her nose.

He was taunting her again. “Your cock…I want your cock inside of me.”

“How do you want it…fast or slow?” he asked with another teasing thrust.

“Hard,” she panted. “…and fast.”

“I prefer deep.” He plunged inside until he was completely buried, causing her to scream with pleasure, and then Reed’s hands were at her hips, lifting her, guiding his strokes. Abby closed her eyes as her head rolled to the side. Nothing had ever felt so good.

“Is this everything you desired?” he asked as his hips drove into her, forcing her walls to spread wider.

“Yes! Reed, yes!” Every hard thrust sent spasms rippling through her.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned. A climax was rapidly building as he pumped faster, slamming hard into her again and again. In and out. Over and over until she heard him say, “Abby … look at me.”

Dazed, she opened her eyes to find Reed gazing down at her. His eyes were glowing red, and his fangs were fully extended as he snarled, “It’s time.”

 

Scandalous, Episode 9

Scandalous

 

Episode 9 by Mina Khan

http://minakhan.blogspot.com/

 

 

 

Damn, she was beautiful. Her gaze heavy with desire, her mouth soft with want. Abby flicked out her pink tongue and fluttered the tip around his left nipple.

Reed jolted. A strangled groan escaped him.

She flashed him a delighted smile and gently nipped his other nipple, almost making him burst out of his pants. “Careful darlin’or you’ll have me lose control,” he said, his voice a raspy grate.

“Would that be bad?” She looked up with wide hazel eyes. Her full lips parted.

He could imagine those lips wrapped around his hard cock. Her mouth would be warm and soft. So tempting. He sighed. But not yet.

“We’d have to start the all over again,” he said with a short laugh. “Not that I mind. I do want to take time with you, savor you,” his words came out on a smoky whisper. “But tonight, now, we need to cement the bond.”

“Right.” Disappointment flashed in her eyes, made him feel like a well-worn heel.

He pulled her up until she stood facing him, and he could look her in the eye. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

She stared at him for a long moment, then nodded.

Reed swept Abby up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently so that her ebony curls fanned out over the pillow.

He grabbed the lapels of her silky blouse and ripped the thing apart. Vampire strength definitely had its perks. She gasped. Quickly and efficiently he had her bra unhooked and pulled off, leaving her beautiful breasts free. Her dusky nipples pointed up, begging for attention.

She turned her head away then, baring her neck to him. Reed lay down next to her, brushed his knuckles down the curve of her face. “Oh, Sitara, you’re exquisite.”

Abby moaned when he grazed her skin with his incisors. Her pulse pounded just beneath like a siren call. He placed his mouth on her, tasted her on his tongue, sucked that sweet and salty skin.

“Oh Reed,” she whispered, quivering. A bolt of desire shot through him at her response.

Reed let his hand travel down to cup a full breast in his palm, he played with the nipple, rolling it between his thumb and fingers, pulling and teasing. She whimpered and squirmed, clutching at him.

Now. Reed let his fangs extend and sank them into her soft flesh. She cried out, stiffened for a moment, and then melted against him. Her blood tasted sweet and rich, intoxicating. For a moment, he lost himself in her. All of a sudden, she turned rigid in her arms.

Panicked, Reed disengaged and looked at her. Abby’s body arched into a frozen bow. Her eyes were glazed, but not with pleasure nor pain, but an otherworldly distance. Unease prickled across his skin. “Sitara, Abby, what’s wrong?”

Her head rotated towards him, trapping him in her unseeing gaze. “They’ll be here soon,” she said in an eerie and emotionless tone. “Mr. X and his mercenaries. He’s angry. So angry.”

 

Scandalous, Episode 8

Scandalous

 

Episode 8 by Valerie Twombly

http://www.valerietwombly.com/

 

 

 

Abby paced the worn carpet and hardly took note of the tray of food that was left on the table for her. She’d answered their damn questions. Submitted to their stinking blood tests too and was beginning to feel like a pincushion. The door flung open, and Reed’s broad shoulders blocked the light from the hall.

“Well? Don’t stand there gawking at me. Did I pass?” Her last nerve was strung so tight it was likely to snap at any second.

He slipped in and closed the door behind him, turning the lock. “Oh you passed. The CHC is most pleased with my choice. We are to bond immediately.”

She cocked a brow and jabbed her hands on her hips. “Here? Now?” she looked around. How the hell had she missed the bed? Well now this just feels dirty.

“I like dirty. Most especially from you.” He grinned and flashed a hint of fang and she stifled a moan.

“You really need to stay out of my head. It’s rude. Besides…what about Mr. X?” She couldn’t tear her gaze from his fingers as he slowly––painfully slow to be exact––pulled at the buttons on his shirt until he exposed an expansive chest and an eight-pack of abs. “Umm…shit.” She dug her nails into her palms to keep from tracing her fingertips over every peak and valley.

Reed chuckled and tossed his shirt to the floor as he stalked toward her. “Darlin’, Mr. X is being hunted as I speak.”

“What? I don’t understand.” She took a step back, her progress halted when she bumped the bed.

“You really think you can keep his name a secret from me?” He unbuckled his belt then slipped the button through its hole and lowered the zipper.

She swallowed.

“Nervous darlin’?” His mouth twitched, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Kissing was preferable.

As if reading her mind, and he likely was…he stepped closer, leaned in and nuzzled her neck. She stiffened, waiting for the bite; instead he flicked out his tongue and traced a line downward until he reached that one little spot. The one that caused her lips to part on a moan, and heat to flood her sex. Even her nipples hardened into painful points and for a moment she forgot her name.

He slid his hands along her arms, to her hips, and then slipped them under her blouse. The skin on skin contact sent a jolt of energy coursing through her. “Damn,” she sighed.

He lifted his mouth to her ear. “Imagine how it will feel when I part your silky thighs and bury my cock deep inside you,” he whispered.

“Is it getting hot in here?” Desire so raw claimed her body and she caved to it. Leaning forward, she kissed his chest. Inhaled his musky scent until her mouth watered.

Scandalous-continued episode 7

Scandalous

 

Episode 7 by Chanta Rand

http://www.chantarand.com/

 

 

 

Reed’s mouth salivated at the thought of bonding with Abby. Bonding was more pleasurable than sex. He didn’t want to do this sacred act just to possess her body and mind. He wanted to do it to ensure his legacy.

He relished licking a woman’s smooth skin from earlobe to ankle. Stroking her hot, supple flesh. Sinking his fangs into the tender meat of her breasts. He indulged all of his hedonistic whims, but there were times he grew bored with his lifestyle. For over a year, he’d been looking to settle down.

With Abby’s reputation and his powers, their bonding would be like two powerhouses uniting. They could be equals, their blood oath signifying their fidelity and dependency to each other.

Abby’s full lips dropped open. “You want to control me?”

He stroked her cheek. “I don’t think anyone could control you, woman.”

“Stop it,” she snapped. Anger flashed across her dark irises as she pulled away. “I know what a blood bond is.”

He shook his head. “There’s more to it than what you’re thinking.”

“Goddammit! Stop reading my mind.”

“When you bond with me, you’ll have powers too. Our children can have powers—greater than what you have now. Greater than you could ever imagine.”

She turned away. He was taking a huge risk revealing what he wanted, instead of just taking it or tricking her into it. Since the Dark Ages when rogue vampires had viciously bred on humans and forced them to produce heirs, vampires had been given a bad name. What he wanted to do wasn’t bad. It was survival.

It was time he started thinking of his heirs. His family’s power was waning. Bubba was a full-grown child, hiding from responsibility as though it was an STD that would grab him by the dick and never let go. Willard was too easily manipulated by alcohol, drugs, and the first piece of pussy that had come along—Anita.

“What is your answer, Abby? You need me and I need you.”

He never thought he’d make that admission to any woman. But, Abby ‘Sitara the Seer’ was the perfect blood partner. He knew they would have a son. Already, the hemoglobin indicator on the Vitae machine told him Abby was the one. But, he didn’t need blinking lights and buttons to know that. His body was hot with desire for her. He heard the blood rushing through her plump veins whenever she looked in his direction. His dick hardened at the thought of sliding in and out of her milky sweetness.

“Abby?”

“Fine.” She pinned him with a venomous glare. She wasn’t happy about the terms, but she would thank him later. He was giving her the gift of immortality. There was only one way to do that.

She had to face the Coven High Council.

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

Her dark eyes narrowed. “Where are you taking me?”

Even though she protested, he felt her disappointment. She wanted him to keep her in this room. Fall prey to her womanly charms. Taste the saltiness of her body fluids. He towered over her, his eyes flicking down at her cleavage. Were her nipples the same dusky color as her eyes?

He growled, and then took a deep breath to calm his raging libido. He had to make this raven-haired beauty his soon. “I want you to meet some people at the CHC,” he said. “I’m hesitant to proceed without their approval.”

She smirked. “Take me to your leader. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can help me.”

 

Scandalous, Episode 6

Scandalous

Episode 6 by C.A. Szarek

Website: http://www.caszarek.com/

 

“Can I ask you something?” Abby shivered as Reed rounded the desk and took a seat, those fabulous green eyes intent on the mini-lab instead of her.

She ignored the disappointment that crashed over her. Things had been hot. What was with the cooling off? Was he really going to play scientist, instead of trying to ravish her?

He finally looked up, and cocked his dark head to one side, then nodded. “Sure.”

“You’re a vampire, right?”

Again, he nodded. “Not a secret, the whole town kinda is.”

“Why do you have a limp?”

“The bullet was silver, and we didn’t get it out fast enough.” He shrugged as if it was nothing, but something darted across his handsome face and had Abby muttering an apology.

She jumped when he stroked her cheek and one corner of his mouth shot up. Abby hadn’t seen him move—again. She had to order herself not to lean into his touch.

“It was a long time ago, I assure you my skills aren’t lacking.”

“I wouldn’t have come to you if I thought they were.”

“Right. Well, let’s get started.” Reed rubbed his hands together, as if in anticipation and took his previous seat.

“Get started?” That was the second time he’d said that.

“Yes.” He hit some buttons on a machine. Red lights shone, and a whirring sound filled the room.

“I thought you were going to help me.” Abby winced at the desperation in her tone. Her heart sped up, and she fought the urge to look around. She was safe here—despite the fact she was with the most powerful vampire in town. Reed wouldn’t let anything happen to her, would he?

“No, I won’t.”

“You read minds, too?” Shit, she’d have to guard her thoughts.

He chuckled, and the warmth of it was like a caress.

Abby squirmed in the chair and squeezed her thighs tight. Desire settled low. She wanted him. A stranger. A vampire. Hoped like hell he couldn’t tell.

Reed’s smirk, and the flare of his nostrils said otherwise.

Her cheeks warmed, and he the fact that he’d not answered was palpable.

“You and I should work out just fine,” he murmured. His voice dropped. It was thicker, more appealing somehow.

“What’d you mean?” she whispered.

“I don’t want your money.”

She straightened, her longing shooting to anger, and Abby popped to her stilettoed feet. “You said you’d help.”

A slow, sexy grin bloomed across Reed’s delicious mouth. Fangs peeked out.

Abby’s heartbeat kicked up. She was in so much trouble.

“I will.”

“So what the hell do you want for payment? I’m not a sex slave. It’s not going to be like that, I don’t care who the hell you think you are.” Her voice rose with each demand, and Abby bristled when Reed came to her side and cupped her face.

He dipped down as if he was going to kiss her.

She stiffened, and cursed her disappointment to hell when his mouth stopped millimeters above hers.

“No worries, little seer, you’ll sleep with me.”

His confidence flared her anger, but Abby couldn’t pull from his hold. He wasn’t hurting her, despite the firm grip. “I will not. And you’re still being obtuse.”

Reed laughed. His green eyes twinkled.

Abby glared.

“I needed your blood because it’s how you’re going to pay me. You’re going to bond with me.”

 

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Scandalous, Episode 5

Scandalous

Episode 5 by Luanna Stewart

Website: http://www.luannastewart.com/

 

Abby watched Reed’s eyes darken, and at the same time heard the door lock click into place.

Holy shit, batman. She’d heard stories about vampires being able to control stuff with thoughts, but she’d never witnessed it. The other vampires she’d met over the years had been too eager to stay under the radar, keep their secret powers secret.

“Um…what do you think you’re doing?” She had a pretty good idea, but there was no way in hell she was going to be this guy’s breakfast. Even if he was drop dead gorgeous. Damn, poor choice of words.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I have in mind.” He crossed to a wall cabinet and took out a metal tray holding medical equipment. “But first we need to take care of preliminary screening.” He snapped on a pair of blue surgical gloves.

She tried to laugh. This wasn’t really happening, was it? “Shouldn’t we just ask each other about our sexual history or something?”

He grinned. “Oh we’ll get to that too. Now be a good girl and roll up your sleeve.”

She was used to weird shit, given the weirdoes she hung around with, and the even weirder weirdoes she encountered as Sitara. She rolled up the sleeve of her blouse and turned her head away.

“This won’t hurt a bit.” He chuckled as he tied a strip of rubber around her arm. “Well, this part won’t hurt. And I’ve yet to hear complaints from my other…lovers.”

“I’m not hiring you to be my—” She jumped as the needle pierced her flesh. So much for not hurting. She dared a glance at her arm and was surprised to see him filling a third vial. “What the hell do you need all that blood for?”

He deftly finished and sat again behind the desk. Seeming to ignore her question, he divided the blood from one tube into other tubes and added drops of various liquids. Then, he pulled off his gloves.

“Now, we have time to chat. When was your last sexual encounter, and with whom?”

“Look, I want you as a bodyguard, not a gigolo.” Not that she would kick him out of her bed, but he was taking all the romance out of it.

Without seeming to move, he appeared at her side, clasped her arms and pulled her from the chair. His nostrils flared as he leaned closer. Close enough for her to feel the cold heat from his body. Whoa, that didn’t make any sense. How was heat cold?

“I don’t smell a man on you.”

All she could do was shake her head. She looked into his eyes, dark and mysterious, and couldn’t look away. A feeling of peace, contentment, comfort filled her mind, and body. Hell, she felt fabulous, like she was floating on a warm cloud of massaging brilliance. He lowered his head toward her neck, and she tensed. Shit, this was really happening, and she didn’t care. She wanted to stay on the cloud. But, all she felt was the soft brush of his lips.

“Relax, my sweet. You will know when it’s time.” He gently bit her earlobe and released her arms, letting her settle in the chair. She wanted to cry.

He glanced at the small laboratory atop his desk and smiled. “Yes, very good. Let’s get started.”