WARNING: This is an adult excerpt from The Vampire Next Door, now available at eXtasy Books!
The Vampire Next Door
by Celine Chatillon
180 pages
http://www.extasybooks.com/the-vampire-next-door/
The vampire Valentine Drakul longs for a mate, someone to share eternity
with who won’t be totally grossed out living on a diet of steak
tartare. Could the sexy girl living upstairs fulfill his every fantasy?
Melynda Kerpanik got the heck out of Dodge and ended up in St. Louis
working for her cousin as an interior decorator. But will her career
plans take a backseat to her curiosity about things that “go bump in the
night”?
A deadly foe ensnares Mel in his evil plot to rid the world of
Kindred vampire race… Can Val save the mortal woman he loves without
transforming her into the eternally lonely being he’s become?
Excerpt: Val and Melynda meet up in an alleyway...
She began to
kiss his chin and face over and over again, stroking his shoulders
and pecs, pressing her warm, womanly curves tight against his
muscular frame. Val sighed and relaxed, pulling her deeper into the
shadows with him. Leaning against the brick building brought back
memories of other secret lovers’ rendezvous long ago on deserted
streets and in back alleys. His cock grew hard, throbbing at the
thrill of getting caught in the act.
“Hmm,
Melynda, have you ever…?”
“Ever?”
She paused her assault on his senses and smiled. “Have I ever done
it under the moonlight in some back alleyway, you mean?”
“Exactly.”
He lowered one dress strap and then another, lowering his lips to
each nipple, licking it to full attention. “No one will see us here
and the nearest occupied house is a block over.”
She chuckled.
“I promise not to shout if you won’t.”
“No
promise.”
Val squeezed
her buttocks, rubbing the bulge in his pants against her pussy
covered only by the thinnest of cloth. She threw back her head, and a
low moan escaped her lithe, lovely throat. He fought off the urge to
sink his fangs into the smooth, white flesh and partake of the
life-giving liquid contained within.
Mel would give
of herself in a human manner, the manner he had always desired to
enjoy without corrupting it with his people’s ancient curse. He had
vowed to act human, or at least as close an approximation to humanity
as he could attain.
He pushed up
her skirt and pulled her thong down, greedily fondling her clit. She
was hot and wet and ready for the taking. As if reading his mind, she
undid his jeans zipper and yanked his pants all the way down to his
ankles.
“Hmm, I
didn’t have any dessert tonight, by the way.” Mel knelt and
nibbled his stiffening cock through the silky material of his boxers
before removing the barrier and tantalizing the red, engorged head
with her tongue. “Delicious.”
He groaned.
The cool brick on his backside and the hot breath of his lover on his
cock drove him to distraction. If he wasn’t careful, the neighbors
would hear them. “I know someone else who’s finger-lickin’
good.”
Val pulled Mel
to her feet, simultaneously plunging a tongue into her mouth and a
digit deep into her eager pussy. She squealed in delight. He backed
her up against the first step of the stoop and laid her down,
continuing his assault on her cunt. As their kiss deepened she
wrapped her legs about him and speared herself on his erection,
drawing it deep within her.
He lifted her
up as easily as she were a phantom without substance and took her
deeper into the shadows, pinning her against the cool brick wall with
his hot cock, madly ramming it harder and harder into her eager
pussy. His mind went blank and his canines extended. He lightly raked
them against the tender flesh of shoulders, drinking in the perfume
of her blood. He teetered close to the edge of insanity.
Mel sighed.
“Oh, Val, you know exactly how I like it—fast and hard. And that
is the most wonderful sensation on my neck. Bite me, will you?”
His head
instantly cleared. “What did you say?”
“I said give
me a hickey. It won’t show if I wear a turtleneck for the next week
or so. You’re driving me crazy with your nibbling. And I’m about
to… I will if you…”
“Melynda, I
can’t bite you. If I did, I’d…” He couldn’t say the words I
wouldn’t stop until I had drained you of all your blood.
“Hmm, that’s
okay. Just gum me a little harder.”
Drink,
drink! She’s offering herself to you, a willing victim.
