Welcome to my blog all those on the Caliente Blog Hop sponsored by Four Seduced Muses
Excerpt from The
Blood Courtesan
Warning:This isn't A Cinderella Story
Lia
stood under the pulsing lights and music of the underground club that had been
made out of the catacombs of the old church that Raph had drug her to.
Surrounding her were other vampires, demons, and mortals that were literally
dying for their affections. She loathed blood clubs but Raphael had promised
her that this wasn’t what she thought it was. The bartender was a behemoth of a
man dressed like in full steam punk fashion that was serving not only alcohol
but blood as well. No doubt it was laced with all sorts of endorphins and
aphrodisiacs. Lia had no desire for any of that. She scanned the room for Raph,
but he was probably wrapped up in one of the enclaves with a few pretty humans
or other sensual delights. Damn him for just up and leaving her. When she
thought the night couldn’t get any worse, a familiar sensation caught her;
Darius. What the hell was he doing here? She turned and right there standing
not more than a few feet from her stood her sire and once upon a time, her
mate. He was wearing a pair of black low rise jeans that accentuated his
already too perfect male physique and the tight black t-shirt only made him
more delectable. She shook her head and resolved herself that she was not going
to go down that road…again.
Darius
watched her as Lia scowled at him from a distance. She stood at the bar wearing
a tight black dress that was cut so low in the back that it left nothing to the
imagination of that firmly rounded ass of hers. Her dark hair hung down in a
shining sheath of silk and he had to resist the urge to drool. He felt his dick
harden as she finished her drink. Darius remembered those plump lips all too
well and what that mouth of hers was capable of. Just before he could approach her, a human male
walked up to her and Darius watched as she smiled at the man. She actually just
smiled at the man and even touched his hand. Lia was playing with fire, and
before Darius could catch himself he had grabbed her by the arm and pulled her
to where most of the clientele were dancing.
Lia was
stunned at first and then angry the next. She tried to pull away from him but
couldn’t. Darius held onto her and pulled her body flush with his. He began to
dance and grind against her. Lia tried to ignore how good his body felt against
her and how he affected her. She tried to push all the memories of how well she
knew his body; intimately. The beat of the music changed to a more sensual and
erotic one and for a brief few moments she was lost as she began to mimic
Darius’s movements. Darius lowered his head and claimed her lips. He fought
past those soft and sensual lips that were a perfect Cupid’s bow, and began
kissing her deeply mingling his tongue with hers. The moment Lia felt what
sense she had left start to disappear she shoved Darius away from her and ran.
She pushed through the throngs of dancers and didn’t even stop to try and find
Raph; the traitor. Onward she ran and hurried down corridor after corridor
until she realized she was lost.
Darius
followed her until she stopped inside a darkened corridor. There was only cool
silence since this is where priests had been buried long ago. When she turned
around to face him he pressed her against the wall, caging her with hi strength.
His eyes lit the darkness.
“You’re
not running from me anymore Evangelia!” he growled before dipping his head to
kiss her.
His
kiss was one of possession and claiming. She felt it as sure as if she’d feel a
lightning bolt if she ever dared to touch one. He moved from her mouth to her
neck; his lips dancing over her skin. Lia almost cried out when his hand
dropped lower claiming her breast with a sensual kneading. He could scent her
arousal and the beast within him demanded he take what was his. Lia surrendered
to it as his hand moved lower and hiked up her mini dress. She wasn’t wearing
any panties and Darius almost wanted to smile as he began to caress her plump
pussy. He knew exactly how to make her cum; how to make her scream. Lia knew
this was all a bad idea but when he lowered himself and put one of her legs on
his shoulder and began to lathe at her core, she could only moan and hiss with
exhilaration. Darius parted her pussy and sucked and nipped at her clit while
using two of his fingers from his other hand to stick into her tight and wet
passage. He moved them slowly and rhythmically in and out; shallow and then
deep while he suckled her. When her orgasm hit she screamed from it. Her body
trembled and ached for more and that is when her brain kicked in.
“Stop!
Stop Darius!” she screamed and tried to push at him.
Darius
stopped immediately but stayed close to her. “You want this, and I want to give
you want you want.”
Lia
fought the tears. She was not going to break down and cry in front of him. She
shook her head.
“We
can’t. I-I don’t want this. You have to leave! You have to let me go!” her
words cut him to the very soul.
Darius
wanted to roar. He couldn’t let her go! She was his mate and somehow he had to
make up for lost time. Just as he was about to convince her, Raphael showed up.
“Lia?
Are you alright?” Raphael asked as he assessed the situation between Lia and
Darius.
The tension was so thick it was
suffocating. However Raphael’s first duty was towards Lia. She had not been his
fledgling nor was she his lover, but she was his family; something he’d never
called anyone. Raphael peeled off his vintage blue opticals and tucked them
neatly into his vest pocket and assessed the situation. It would really burn
his ass if he had to ruin his brand new Jarvis frock coat not to mention he
hated to get brain matter on his Italian leather boots.
Lia was
trembling with fury and out of fear. She had let herself down; already so quick
to jump right back into the role of Courtesan. Raphael simply held out his hand
to her and eagerly took it. He let her pass by him and whispered something in
her ear and waited till she was out of earshot. Raphael looked up at Darius who
was seething, and who could blame the guy? Surely not Raphael but again, Lia
had to come first but Darius was her sire and her fate was tied to his. That
one single fact Raphael could not dismiss nor ignore.
Raphael
nodded and held his silver topped cane up to Darius, “It’s lady’s choice, and
she’s made hers.”
Darius
gritted his teeth. His fangs bit into the inside of his lower lip, “For now,”
then he looked towards the opening knowing she was just around the corner
listening, “For now Evangelia, but we have much to discuss.”
Raphael
gave him a curt nod and a smile and walked outside the corridor. Lia grabbed
onto him as if he were a lifeline, but then again that was what she thought he
was; her lifeline to safety and sanity.
Darius
watched as they left with his hands fisted at his sides. For now he’d give her
a little reprieve. He wasn’t going to let Raphael, no matter how ancient he
was, take from him what was rightfully his. Evangelia was his and there wasn’t
a force above or below who was going to keep her from him.
Behind The Scenes
I hope
you enjoyed reading just a taste of The Blood Courtesan. I found myself totally
enamored with the roles of Courtesans. Just about every culture has some sort
of history with women who served men of power in the bedroom. From the Middle
East to Africa, harems were kept by wealthy men and Sultans. However, in
contrast to the beautiful women who were basically sex slaves to their masters’
whims, Courtesans and Geishas were educated in more than just how to please a
man in bed. Venetian Courtesans were educated in a time when women were not.
They were taught to read, write, play musical instruments or sing, dance, and
all other forms of entertainment. The same can be said for Geishas who are
given the honor of being chosen as young girls to serve. For the most part,
Courtesans were usually women who had no prospects due to their family’s
station or those whom were without dowry. Women usually with no prospects of a
good marriage usually had the choice of joining the convent or becoming a Courtesan.
Courtesans of Venice were renowned and were beautiful as well as quite
intelligent. One of the most famous was Victoria De Franco and it was her story
that inspired The Blood Courtesan. Look for The Blood Courtesan later this year
and be prepared to be go on an erotic and mysterious journey with Lia, Darius,
and Raphael.
Contest
Join the Caliente Blog Tour and visit all authors participating for your chance at the Grand Prize.
Be sure to check out these links:
.jpg)
.jpg)
