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Stay Ready

Staying low to the ground, Alexis crept into the hangar. She slipped into the nearest shadow and crouched against the wall.

The retractable ceiling was left open. Strange. There were no missions on record for the day. At least that’s what was reported on the log. So, why was the ceiling open? Several drones zipped by. They circled the field, lingering around the aircraft building.

Damn, this is gonna be harder than I expected.

She never backed down from a challenge before. So why start now? She flash-stepped across the massive space, going from one hovercraft to another, using them as cover. Hopefully, she moved fast enough to evade the drones’ radar. All she had to do was make it to the rear door. That would bring her closer to the canal, and closer the secrets within.

Almost there. I can do this. She took a deep breath and made a dash for the door.

Suddenly, the sharp shrill of a sword being drawn reached her senses. Alexis scanned her surroundings. The hangar seemed vacant, but that apparently wasn’t the case. She slowed her pace, but she kept moving. A threatening breeze rushed into her from the right. With it, a blade whistled through the air.

Reaching for her own sword, she ducked and swept her right leg out. Her foot caught the ankle of her unseen opponent.

A shadowy apparition emerged and flipped back away from her.

Alexis drew a trio of shuriken and launched them at the shadow. A series of silver streaks deflected the tiny blades.

Sword in hand, Alexis squared off. “If you wanted a battle, all you had to do was ask… Helena.”

Her adversary shed her ghostly form and stepped forth, wielding twin katanas. “You knew I would attack you?”

“The way you swoon over Tristan…” Alexis pushed her leather jacket from over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. “Yeah, I knew it was only a matter of time before you made a go for me.”

Her preternatural eyes narrowed as her lips kicked up in a snarling sneer. “You don’t deserve him and I’m going to prove it.” Crossing her blades, she crouched in a battle stance. “I hope you’re ready, Moonlight. ‘Cause I’m not going to hold back.”

Smiling, Alexis held her weapon in a double grip. “Bitch, I stay ready.”

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Mankind had once again thrust itself into a war built on hate, bigotry, and power. History repeated itself tenfold. Only this time, it was worse. Racism and prejudice escalated to an all-time high. More than half of the world’s population were what society labeled as Exoticals, which was just another way of saying bi-racial. Despite that, humans still found reasons to hate each other. If that wasn’t bad enough, they damn near destroyed the ozone layer, so much that there were certain sectors—dead zones—where the air was unbreathable. Creators of their own demise.

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Sanjay’s Confession #YNWrites #Cyberpunk #Dystopian #ASMSG #AlexisMoonlight

Yvonne Nicolas had the nerve to ask me if I was in love with Alexis Moonlight.

I hadn’t thought about it until she asked. I found myself stumbling on the notion. Me, in love with Moonlight? I can’t say it isn’t a possibility. To be honest, I’m not supposed to feel anything for her, given the fact that she’s my ward, more or less the core of my mission. I may be a superior knight who gets off on killing vampires, but I’m still human. That means every now and then I fall prey to my emotions.

Alexis is an extraordinary woman. She’s unruly, foul-mouthed, short-tempered and she never submits to anyone. I happen to find those characteristics attractive in a woman.

We’ve been lovers for… let’s see… three years, I think. When we jumped headfirst into our aggressive sexual relationship, we agreed it would be just sex. Nothing more. I tried hard not to get sucked in too deep with her, but after a while, something unexpected happened. I started to have feelings.

I remember the moment I found myself at a standoff with her. We’d had an argument earlier that day. It served as foreplay for me, but not so much for her. She was infuriated with me. In hindsight, she had good reason to be.

She wanted to leave the mission site and I wanted her to stay. As always when I’m around her, I let my emotions to get the best of me. I grabbed her in a not so gentle manner. She responded the only way she knew how to, with lethal force. I hadn’t drawn my weapon, but that didn’t stop her from shoving the barrel of her pistol into my stomach.

It was a snap move, one I hadn’t foreseen. It both pissed me off and aroused me at the same time. My cock was so hard, it hurt.

I knew there were eyes on us. The mission site was littered with knights. At the time, I didn’t know what to do. If I didn’t release her, she would shoot me. I knew that for sure because she was crazy like that. However, if I did let her go, that would be another stab at my ego. I didn’t mind giving her a little power over me, but a man of my caliber could only take so much.

Her friend, Cole, wedged his body between us and pushed us apart. He said something about having a problem for our solution. Or maybe it was the other way around. I don’t know.

My first thought was to tune him out and deal with her properly, but I couldn’t. Not when there were so many fellow knights watching us. I held onto her scowl, gifting her with my own narrow-eyed glower. I heard myself grumble, “Listening.”

“We can run a perimeter sweep,” Cole said.

I cut my eyes at him for a split second. “What?” Then I whipped them back on her furious face. Goddammit, she’s so beautiful when she’s enraged.

“Some of the hostiles are liable to get past this sector, like earlier. With me and Alex running the perimeter…”

I don’t remember what he said because the rest of his words faded out. All I could see was her. All I could hear was her. Her angry panting washed across my mind. It mingled with the memory of her breathy moans and sensual cries. My whole body hardened. Fuck! I wanted her, right then and there! I almost shoved Cole aside and made a go for her.

Cole’s voice came back in and rushed my erotic thoughts away. He glanced over his shoulder at Alexis. “Good idea? Right, Alex?”

Sneering at me, she clucked her tongue and turned her back to us. “I don’t care. I just don’t wanna be here.”

She huffed out a groan of frustration and stalked away. Her hips swayed with her demanding strut, making her armored tasset and shoulder cape flare. She not once cast those pretty eyes back at me.

That’s the thing. I always like to see her storm away, but I never like to let her go. “Stay on her,” I ordered Cole without taking my eyes off her sexy ass retreat.

He snorted then countered, “I always do.”

I pinned him with a wide glare only to get a teasing grin in return. I knew his comment was meant as an underhanded quip, but that shit rubbed me the wrong way. I didn’t care how gay he was, I didn’t like his relationship with Alexis. Not one bit. Teeth clenching, I growled, “Watch yourself, Officer Davis.”

Cole laughed and jogged after her. From the day he’d been appointed to train her, they’d been inseparable. Their friendship was instantaneous, which was unnerving to me. He didn’t show it much, but I knew he had a thing for her. Gay or straight, it was impossible for any man to be in her presence for an extended amount of time and not feel some kind of way about her.

Someone walked up behind me. “Oye, looks like you haven’t quite figured out how to keep that sassy-bit in line, Vice-Commander Sanjay Rahim.”

I had to take a deep calming breath before turning to face the owner of the annoying voice—JR. “Come again?” I would’ve responded with my fist, but striking the Chief Commander’s son would offer trouble I didn’t need. So, I kept my cool. For the time being.

A smug grin crossed his face. “She drew a pistol on you, in front of the other squads, and you did nothing. What kind of example does that set?” A chuckle carried his snobbish tone. “I told father you couldn’t handle her. Should’ve let Lopez spearhead that disobedient piece of ass.”

Heat rushed to my head and exploded behind my eyes. Despite my anger, I managed a smile. I wrapped my hand around the handle of my sword and nodded past him. “Better go catch up with your squad before you get left behind.”

“You’re falling for her, aren’t you?”

“They’re getting further and further away.” Squeezing the hilt, I stepped in closer. “Not good to get separated from your pack during a mission of this magnitude. Unfortunate things can happen.”

He backpedaled, seeming agitated. His bright green eyes danced then his smugness reappeared. He puffed his chest out and pulled his shoulders back as if to stand his ground.

I found it amusing that he thought he was untouchable. I had been dying to prove him wrong. Sure, he was bigger than me, but I was faster. I could’ve disembodied that fool in the blink of an eye and no one would’ve been the wiser.

“While you’re getting all cozy between her dark legs, remember she’s your mission,” he had dared to say. “Keep her in line or—”

I snatched my blade halfway from its casing, allowing him to see the silvery gleam.

Emerald eyes stretched wide, he leaped back and made a late grab for his sword. “I see you’ve misplaced your mind, Vice-Commander,” he gritted out. “You’re actually going to draw on me, while my father, your commanding officer is on site?”

“From this day forward, I suggest that you say nothing else to me. That is, if you’d like to keep your tongue.”

He took a few unsteady steps back, his face stained in shock. “You’re a madman.”

“Yes.” Slowly, I slid my blade back into its sheath. “That means I won’t be responsible for my actions if you don’t heed my warning.”

He blinked rapidly. He opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something. Then without another word, he turned and rushed off to join his squadron.

As I think back on that moment, I can’t help but smile. I did a lot of things out of my nature. You see, I’m the perfect knight in this Blood War. I always follow orders and I get the job done, no matter how many obstacles stand in my way, but that day I was ready to break protocol. That day, I wanted to kill that motherfucker from the bottom of my heart! But I restrained myself. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do that a second time.

So back to the question Yvonne asked me. Do I love Alexis Moonlight?

Hmm… It’s clear I will kill for her and I wouldn’t feel an ounce of guilt afterwards.

So, guess that means my answer is yes.

~ Vice Commander Sanjay Rahim (Alexis Moonlight – Book 1)

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Humans are idiots!

For thousands of years, mankind was under the notion that they were at the top of the food chain. Strange happenings over time proved otherwise. But they couldn’t be convinced. The arrogance of it all. Or perhaps one should call it ignorance.

Mankind had once again thrust itself into a war built on hate, bigotry and power. History repeated itself tenfold. Only this time, it was worse. Racism and prejudice escalated to an all-time high. More than half of the world’s population were what society labeled as Exoticals, which was just another way of saying bi-racial. Despite that, humans still found reasons to hate each other. If that wasn’t bad enough, they damn near destroyed the ozone layer, so much that there were certain sectors—dead zones—where the air was unbreathable. Creators of their own demise.

Again, idiots.

Mother Earth was deteriorating, due to mankind’s incompetence and lack of compassion to her needs. Healthcare went to hell with the economy. Gas prices soared and religious beliefs were demolished.

In the midst of all that, the wealthy society took over. The Blue Bloods. Money ruled the world. Guess there was nothing new there.

A new division was formed. Now, it was the Blue Bloods against the middle class and the poor. Classism. Right when the wealthy were on the verge of systematically exterminating the society they called commoners, it happened.

Year 2066, October seventeenth, everything changed.

Creatures only believed to exist in fantasy novels and horror movies crawled up from their graves and declared in one powerful roar that they were the supreme species.

The immortals.

For mankind, the end days were here!

The devil spawns rapidly multiplied, turning their victims into demons against their will. They spread around the globe like a plague. Humans died in droves. Blood and tears ran like rivers in the streets.

Mankind was forced to put their differences aside to survive. Such a shame that’s what it took. Maybe that was the idea. Maybe that’s why God had forsaken the human race. It was because they had forsaken him.

As a response to the threat, the United Nations formed the Cross Federation. Interesting name considering they were basically a league of Blue Bloods from different countries who detested religion. All that aside, they thought they knew what was best for the world, and since the world had no one else to turn to, the Cross Federation was their only hope.

Walls were built and technology was advanced in an effort to preserve the human race. Men and women were trained as knights and pumped with a drug that afforded them the special ability to annihilate the opposing force.

And thus, the Blood Wars began…

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Happy Release Day; CRIMSON MEMORIES #99Cents #Steampunk #ASMSG #Erotica

Today is release day for my first steampunk fairytale, CRIMSON MEMORIES! Yey!

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CrimsonMemories_ebook_Final“Wait, Petra! Don’t go!” I dashed through the gathering of tall evergreens, slapping branches out of my way.

Her mass of wild hair swayed from left to right as she raced through the forest. She ran fast, so fast it was difficult to catch up. Soon, I lost the visual of her. She had disappeared.

“Petra!” I continued to move forward, hoping and praying she would come back to me. “Petra!”

“Yes, Argon?” purred a woman’s voice from the shadows.

I stumbled to a halt and glanced around my foreign surroundings.

She sauntered from behind a large oak, no longer a young lass, but a striking woman with bodacious curves that could shake the world. An impish smile curved her plush lips. Everything about her appearance was hypnotizing.

I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.

She was stunningly beautiful. Her slightly flattened nose, high cheekbones, and kissable lips were works of art. And her body… She swayed when she walked. Voluptuous breasts protruded from her chest in glorious splendor. Haloed at the tips were perfectly round areolas and hardened nipples. The chain she’d worn as a girl still resided around her waist, sparkling like diamonds against her swarthy skin and clinging lovingly to her wide hips. A triangular patch of dark curly hair covered her mons. She approached me with the lethal grace of a predator.

Panting helplessly, I reached out for her.

She skipped backwards and began to circle me, sashaying on her toes. She moved so fluidly, I thought she would twirl into a ballet at any moment. “Are you hunting me, Argon Quinn?” Her voice was a breath of silk, brushing over me like a soothing wind.

“I am,” I admitted with no shame. “You captivate me.” Like her, I had changed. My timbre had deepened greatly, my body had stretched. I was now a man, suffering the primal longing for the elusive siren before me. “Are you going to continue to make me chase you?”

“I think I will.” She ended her roundabout, tilted her head playfully, and then darted behind another tree.

Husky laughter shook my chest as I went in pursuit. “Such a teasing temptress.” I rounded the evergreen, and she wasn’t there.

She appeared from behind the adjacent tree. “You like to be teased and I like it when you chase me. It makes me feel wanted.”

I dared a few steps forward. “And want you, I do. Would you like to know what I plan to do once I get my hands on you?”

The question sent a visual shudder down her form. Her lips parted, eyes widened.

Taking one lengthy step, I lunged for her.

Determined to keep the space between us, she leapt backwards. “I would encourage you to enlighten me, but I’d rather you save it.” Leaving her girlish laughter echoing across the forest, she vanished behind another tree, only to reappear behind me. “You can surprise me…” Her breathy whisper feathered the shell of my ear. “That is, if you have the will to catch me.”

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COVER REVEAL ~ Crimson Memories #ASMSG #Shifters #Steampunk #Fairytales

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Today I have a new cover to share with you.

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Cover Reveal ~ CRIMSON MEMORIES CrimsonMemories_ebook_Final

This cover was created by Karri Klawiter. ^_^

Crimson Memories is a dystopian retelling of the classic fairytale, Little Red Riding Hood. Only this tale is not for children. Step into a world shrouded in dragon flames, where the desire is as hot as the fire. 😉

(Paranormal Romance/ Steampunk)

“We are kindred spirits, forever bonded together by our desire to fight for the love we will never have.” ~ Petra

Argon Quinn, a prestigious dragon hunter, takes a short break from the battlefield to visit his grandfather Ian—a brave man who lost his leg to a blood-thirsty demon wolf many years ago. Because of this, Argon carries a deep and abiding hatred for all supernatural creatures.

His hatred has fueled his illustrious career as a captain with the Dark Hunters Legion. However, recent memories are testing his resolve.

As a young boy, Argon met a forest nymph named Petra. She left a lasting impression on his heart. Now years later, she is the elusive woman who haunts his dreams. He realizes she’s more than human, but what will he do when he finds out she’s the very thing he despises most?

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CRIMSON DAYS, CH 8 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Erotica #Dystopia #JheneAiko

Since October is officially over, this will be the last post for the free Halloween read, Crimson Days. However, the story is not over. This is one of those tales that seems to write itself. It was supposed to be no longer than 6 chapters and you see how that worked out. 😀

To those of you who are enjoying the story and desire to see it continue, don’t fret. I’m going to finish it and make it available on various ebook vendors for FREE—Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.

Now onto CHAPTER 8 of Crimson Days. 🙂

As you know, this story is being developed and written as I post it. It has not been edited or doctored up.

Comments are welcomed!

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Before reading CHAPTER 8, make sure to read the first 7 chapters. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/

CHAPTER 3 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/08/crimson-days-ch-3/

CHAPTER 4 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/11/crimson-days-ch-4/

CHAPTER 5 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/15/crimson-days-ch-5/

CHAPTER 6 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/18/crimson-days-ch-6/

CHAPTER 7 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/23/crimson-days-ch-7/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

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**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 8

CrimsonDay_final“Why God?” I murmured, staring at the security screen. Another green dot popped up on the barracks’ aerial diagram. “Why would you bring him back into my life as a vampire? Why couldn’t you drop him in my lap as a… cute kitty are something?”

“‘Cause yeah, I would totally make an adorable kitty,” Roy called from the bedroom’s closet.

Titling my head back, I huffed out a groan. “Shadduuup.”

“No alerts to report from sector one hundred and forty-nine, Officer Winsort,” the com-screen informed.

I took a sip of wine. “Check sector one-fifty.”

“You’re wasting your time,” Roy sung in laughter. “I’m telling you, I was moving too fast. There’s no way the drones could’ve caught me.”

“Hush, vampire boy. I’m trying to concentrate.” The green dots on the screen started to blend together. Soon, they would be nothing but a big green blob. Maybe Roy wasn’t just being cocky. He may have actually evaded them all. Regardless, I’d never been the type of person to rely on maybes.

“Lexi, you should be trying to get some sleep instead of scanning drones. And stop drinking that wine on an empty stomach. That can’t be good for you in your condition.”

Clucking my tongue, I fixed my glare on the closet door at the far side my bedroom. “And what do you know about my condition?”

“I know this war is destroying you mentally, messing with your emotions, and as a result, you’re letting your health deteriorate. You should’ve left this madness years ago.”

I should have, but I didn’t. I wanted to counter his statement with something snippy, but I nibbled on my lower lip instead. He knew me all too well. That was one of the things I used to hate about him.

“No alerts to report from sector one hundred and fifty, Officer Winsort.”

I huffed out a sigh. “Check sector one fifty-one. Hell, check all seven hundred and fifty sectors, including the ones outside the barrier. Don’t report to me until you find an alert.” I linked the pending scan to my wristband then strapped it on my wrist. “Have you healed yet?”

There was a moment of silence before he uttered, “More or less.”

I entered my bedroom, disrobed and searched out a fresh jumpsuit from my dresser drawer. “I need you to be sure, Roy. Lord knows I can’t bear to

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see you all burned up with your skin hanging off again. It’s gross, and damaging to my unbalanced mental state.” Even though I tried, I couldn’t keep a straight face while saying that.

“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure I’m past the gross stage. But then there’s the thirst…”

Aw shit, this was about to get bad. “Don’t tell me that. I thought the blood from a master vampire replenishes quickly, no matter how much he loses.”

“It does, but that doesn’t mean the thirst subsides.”

“Ugh… dammit! How long can you hold out before you need to feed?”

“A day. Two at the most.”

“Okay-okay. Give me a minute to figure out how I’m gonna get you fed, and more importantly, get you the hell outta here.” I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the legs of the suit over my ankles and calves. Standing, I pulled the micro-fiber material up my thighs, hips and torso. Once I tugged the zipper up from my crotch to my neck, the inner layer of the suit molded to my body and clung to me like a second skin. The small panel directly under my name badge lit up, indicating it was now ready to monitor my physical status, which of course would be sent to headquarters.

I would love to wear some regular clothing. Something stylish and not so violating. I left my personal wardrobe behind years ago, when I joined the regiment, so I guess I’m stuck with these stupid jumpsuits.

“Don’t bother getting all worked up over this. I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere.”

Releasing an airy giggle, I shook my head. “You should be.” The steps I needed to take to get Roy safely away from the barracks flipped through my mind. I couldn’t try to get him out right away. It would take time. Only, I’m not sure how much time we had. Nevertheless, I had to plan his escape just right, but first thing’s first…

He needed a bath. Badly.

It wasn’t so much the burned skin scent, it was vampy odor that lingered on him. Ugh… Thank God, he wasn’t as nearly as stinky compared to the other demons. At least I could breathe around him without gagging.

I rushed to the bathroom, drained the water I had bathed in earlier, and begin to fill the tub with fresh water. I gathered every bottle of bath oil and scented bubble liquid I could find, and then emptied them all into the tub. Bubbles spilled over the edge and trickled down onto the floor. In no time, my pad smelled like flowers and sunshine.

Armed with my G-four gat, I stood next to the tub. “If you’ve regenerated enough to move, meet me in the bathroom.”

The sound of the closet door sliding open reached my ears. A split second later, Roy whooshed into the bathroom like a spirit. He stood before me, completely rejuvenated into the man I used to know—tall and toned—a porcelain version of his perfect self. Only he was a tad bit beefier than I remembered. Those crystal blue eyes glimmered, his fangs peeked from beneath his parted lips.

My breath hitched. Even as a demon, he was eerily gorgeous.

We stared at each other for the longest, without saying a word. Honestly, I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. He always stilled my tongue with a mere gaze.

What was left of his clothing dangled from his beautifully masculine physique. Teasing glimpses of his chest, abs and legs enticed me in the most wicked way.

“You’re undressing me with your eyes, Lexi,” he crooned, his voice a breathy whisper flowing over my enflamed nerves. “If you want me naked, just say so.” He took a step towards me.

Still leery of him, I stumbled backwards and nearly fell into the tub.

With a blurred preternatural motion, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall.

My reaction was swift.

He shot a glance to the left, at my glock’s barrel pointed at his cranium. “You’re clearly not afraid of me, so why do you run?” He leaned in closer. His lips were less than an inch from mine. “Why do you always run?”

The Roy I used to know would never come at me like this. It showed the demon inside ruled his actions, made him impulsive and unpredictable.

“You need to control yourself, Roy,” I said in the steadiest voice I could conjure. “And keep in mind, I have a twitchy trigger finger.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and lifted the black bag gripped in my right hand. “I need what’s left of your clothes to go in this bag, and then I need you to get your ass into that tub.”

“Ahh…” He pulled back with a smirk sliding across his face. “So you do want me naked.”

I sucked my teeth and snorted in annoyance. “Into the water, now.”

“Maybe in about an hour.”

“What?”

“That water is too hot.”

“Oh please! You haven’t even tested it.”

“I don’t need to. I can feel the lava-like heat from here.”

“Stop playing, Roy.”

He folded his arms over his chest and shook his head. “I just got my skin back and you’re trying to sear it off again?”

“You stink, like… like a vamp!”

“You know there ain’t shit you can do about that, right? You can’t boil the vampirism off me. Just admit it, you’re trying to make vampire soup in that tub?”

“Boooy, if you don’t get your silly ass in that water…”

“You forget I have balls. Big balls, if I must say so myself. Me being a vampire doesn’t make them any less sensitive to hot water. I’d prefer an ice cold bath, if you don’t mind.”

Gritting my teeth, I leveled my gun at him. “I know you can’t help yourself but be a crazy fool. That trait apparently trickled down into your vampire life, which is why I haven’t pulled the trigger, yet. You have two choices here. You can either strip out of those filthy clothes and get in that tub, or, you catch a bullet from this gun. Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll stand here and watch the ultraviolent liquid eat you from the inside out.”

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An almost sadistic smile curled at the corners of his lush lips. “You are sexy as fuck when talk like that.” He ripped the shredded clothes from his muscled torso and tossed it at my feet. With unnatural speed, he discarded his boots, belt and scarf. Sliding his thumbs beneath the waistband of his pants, he cut his seductive gaze at me and whispered, “Watch closely now.” Slowly, very slowly, he pushed the pants down his hips, revealing more of the sexy dip below his belly, which led to his manhood. A curly nest of pubic hair was revealed.

My hands shook, but I kept my gun aimed at him. A wave of heat washed through me. My heartbeat quicken as I watched him intently.

Finally, the shredded fabric dropped to his feet, exposing his nude body.

“Dayum, Roy,” I gasped, doing my best to withstand the quivering in my belly.

I had never laid eyes on his penis before. However, I had a good idea a mighty python hid beneath the crotch of his clothing. But I had no idea he was hiding such a beauty. It was large, no doubt, hanging there between his thighs like a masterpiece.

My mouth watered. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. As I gaped at his member, it grew stiffer and longer. The dark veins bulged under my scrutiny. Have mercy… I licked my lips, wondering what his shaft would feel like gliding over my tongue.

“As you can see, he’s not shy. You shouldn’t be either.”

I lifted my gaze to his face, expecting to see a smug grin, but that wasn’t the expression he presented.

His face was drawn tight in need and sexual tension. “I sense your longing, Lexi. Life is too short to run from your desires. If you want something, don’t be afraid to claim it.”

I almost lost myself. “Dammit, man…” I quickly collected his clothes and shoved them into the bag, trembling as I did so. “Get your ass in that tub,” I grumbled, storming out of the bathroom. I grabbed the empty back sack hanging from the side wall. “I expect you to be clean when I get back.”

“Wait. Where are you going?”

“To get a few things,” I replied without turning to face him. “I won’t be gone long.”

I heard the first foot dip into the water. His scream in bloody murder came swiftly afterwards. “Aw fuck! How the shit do you women take baths in water this fucking hot? Ahhh, motherfucker…!”

I tried not to laugh as I rushed out of my quarters. Being around him was torture, nevertheless sweet torture. In this short span of time, he’d shown me so much of his old self that it was difficult believe he was a vampire. The enemy. However, when he pinned me to the wall with such force, I was quickly reminded of what I was dealing with.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear the image of his stunning naked body and his saluting cock from my mind. It didn’t work. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It’s not fair, God! It’s not fair for him to be that freaking fine. This must be a test, a test of faith. If I give in to the wicked desires stirring inside me, I’ll be surrendering my soul to the dark side.

I hurried to the maze of basements under the compound, where the incinerator was located. Standing in front of the fire breathing furnace, I fumbled through the clothing in the bag. They were filthy, covered in mud, blood and some other crap I couldn’t make out. It all smelled horrible. Throughout all the soot and damage, I noticed something interesting. These were no cheap threads. They were heavy, made from an expensive material. Even the scarf was woven from the finest silk. Well, what was left of it. There was a symbol stitched onto the sleeve of the jacket, which had been partially burned. I’d seen the symbol before, but I couldn’t remember where or when.

The clack of someone’s approaching footfalls jarred me. I tossed the bag into the mouth of the furnace and quickly left the building. I didn’t want to leave Roy alone too long, but I needed to find him some clothes. Couldn’t put him in a jumpsuit. As soon as the tiny sensors within the suit picked up on his extremely low body temperature and his lack of a pulse, we’d be in trouble.

My thoughts ran on Steve’s secret clothing stash. He never wore them, being that we were all instructed to wear our jumpsuits when we weren’t in uniform.

The sector he lived in was a little over six blocks away. I started to sprint in that direction. I used to jog to his place with no problem, but tonight, it was hard. It felt like my lungs were about to explode. Avoiding the main streets, which were cluttered with fellow knights and droids, I made the journey along the back alleyways. That made the trip longer. When I arrived at Steve’s compound, I leaned against the wall at the rear of the building, gasping for breath.

A few drones zipped over my head then paused briefly to scan me. Didn’t really matter at this point if they caught me on radar. Its better I get scanned outside of Steve’s place, rather than Sanjay’s since the council already knew Steve and I were friends. Though, there was the probation problem… I wasn’t supposed to leave my quarters this late. I’d deal with the repercussions of that later.

The rapid knocking against my chest wouldn’t slow down. I felt hot and woozy. Suddenly, I was covered in sweat. My suit’s read-out panel started to beep and buzz. I tapped it to silence the alarm and then I quietly slipped into the building. I took the short ride on the mobile platform up to the fifth level. By that time, my heart rate had returned to normal. Yet, I still sweated like a pig.

Standing outside Steve’s pad, I could hear the slow jams blaring through the door. I hoped the music would be loud enough to mask the sound of security system announcing my arrival.

I penned in his code.

“Door opening,” the system announced.

I slipped inside and waited to see if Steve would emerge from his room with his gun cocked. A few minutes went by and no one appeared, so I headed deeper into his living quarters. I moved closer to his room.

Moans and groans sailed beneath the music and resonated through the bedroom’s closed door.

Smiling, I snorted. No wonder he didn’t hear me come in. Tony had him thoroughly distracted with sex play. Should’ve known.

I crept into Steve’s pantry and pulled the loose panel from the wall. Behind it was a suitcase. Within that suitcase was a collection of stylish men’s clothing. Yes! I shoved some slacks and shirts, along with a couple of jackets into my back sack.

Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t miss a few articles of worldly clothing.

Once I had my sack filled to capacity, I returned the suitcase to its rightful hiding place. As stealthily as I could, I vacated the premises and made my way back home. Instead of jogging like before, I took a brisk walk. It was all I could muster.

I returned to my quarters and damn near passed out. The enervating heat enveloped me again. Sweat continued to gush from my pores. My head whirled, my breathing escalated. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to dive into my bed and give into slumber, but I had that vampire problem to deal with. “Roy?”

Hanging onto the wall, I made my way to the bathroom. The tub was filled with bubbles, just the way I left it, but there was no Roy.

“Goddammit!” Where the hell is he? If he left, oh my God, they would kill him.

Visions of his brutal death bounced around my mind, sending me into a bout of hyperventilation. My heart raced. I was about to leave the bathroom to scramble through my quarters, hoping to find him hiding somewhere, when out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the bubbles move.

Cautiously, I retrieved my gat from the countertop and approached the tub. “Roy?” I reached in.

A hand shot from the pool of bubbles and latched onto my arm.

I was yanked off my feet and into the tub. I flailed like a fish for a spilt second, then I caught myself. I braced my knees on the floor of the tub, wrapped my hand around his throat and contemplated jamming my glock up his nose. “Goddamn you, Roy!” I bit out on a growl. “You better stop doing that crazy vamp shit. You’re gonna mess around and get your ass shot!”

His hand slipped around to the small of my back. He moved up the tub, pulling me with him. I hadn’t realized I was straddling him until that moment. The length of his erect shaft pressed hard against my pussy, making me shudder.

His head emerged from a clearing in the bubbles. Darkened by the water, his hair clung to his head and dangling over his brow. His eyes were gleaming, fangs exposed. “Do you know what the worst part about being a vampire is?” He swiped a few dreads from over my temple. “Everything is intensified. Everything. Your senses, your emotions… When you’re stabbed, you feel it in your soul. When you’re sad, it feels like your whole world is crumbling around you. And when you’re secretly in love someone, you can’t hide it. No matter how hard you try.

Spoken both out loud and telepathically, his words sailed along my mind as an echo. His voice wooed me, his body aroused me. It was difficult to withstand the pleasurable sensation of his beefy member pressing against my slit. The fabric separating our genitals did nothing to calm the fire raging within me. A heady wooziness accompanied that fiery desire.

His fingers trailed over the base of my neck and shoulder. “It was the scent of your blood that drew me from the grave three years ago. How sweet it was.” He pulled the gun from my grip and tossed it on the bathroom floor.

I allowed him to disarm me, without the least bit of resistance.

“I’d trapped myself within the deepest crypt in Paris to keep the demon inside from hurting you, from wanting you. You weren’t supposed to see me like this, but once I sensed your blood, I couldn’t stay away.” He licked his lips as he pulled the zipper tab of my jumpsuit down.

My breasts popped out from the opening, eager to greet him.

“I don’t know how to separate it—my physical need to be with you and the demonic bloodlust I’m damned with.” His fangs lengthened, his eyes darkened. “How? Tell me how to do it, Lexi.”

Squeezing his neck, I leaned in closer to him. “Can’t help you there. Maybe you should’ve tried harder to stay away.” Helplessly, I grinded my crotch against his deliciously erect cock. Quivers cascaded through me.

A wicked smile crossed his face. “So you do want me to take you.”

“I’ve always wanted you to,” I confessed on a drawl. “I felt wrong for wanting you the way I do. I still feel wrong, but I can’t help it anymore. Why?” My vision became hazy. It was hard to breathe, hard to keep my eyes open. “Are you… are you using dark magic on me?”

“Manipulate your emotions?” His brow furrowed. “You think I would do that to you? You think I would need to do that to you?”

“Cooockyyy,” I slurred on a breathless giggle.

“Lexi, if I take you now, I won’t be able to stop. I will consume every bit of you in monstrous passion; your body, your mind and your soul. I would absorb the very essence of you and I would hate myself afterwards.” He slipped hand around the nape of my neck and froze. His eyes grew large as the vampiric gleam died. “Holy shit, Lexi! This is not just heated lust, you’re burning the hell up. You have a dangerously high fever.”

“Totally your fault.” Stripped of my energy, I slumped against him. Our lips met as his arms encased me.

“Lexi baby, if I don’t help you, this fever is going to kill you.” Panic replaced the sexy croon in his voice.

“Better a fever… than a war. Better you… than anyone else.”

“Shut up, girl. You really know how to ruin the mood.”

My body rose from the water. Cool air washed over me.

“There’s gonna be a night when you will throw yourself at me and I’ll gladly take you, but not like this. I need you healthy if you are to be my queen. Now, sleep.”

Darkness flooded my mind and washed my vision away as I willingly surrendered to the black void.

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