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  She could feel her inner muscles clench around him, feel the spasms preceding her orgasm. He used his body to force her lust higher, bending a little at the waist and using one hand on the desk to prop himself up as his stomach pushed against the hand at her ass, driving his finger inside the firm rosette as he dug his cock into the pulsing spasms of her cunt.

  Maria screamed, bucking hard against him. She felt the bite of sensual pain in her ass, the thrust and drag of his long thick cock in her vagina, the slap of his testicles against her clit. The combined sensations pushed her arousal so high, torturous need seized her insides and burned her alive as he fucked her. He had to stop, he wouldn’t stop, and she wanted more. She couldn’t make sense of what she wanted. She knew she was going to come so hard she would surely pass out from the pleasure. She struggled against him, screaming once again as agonizing pleasure exploded through her body. Jolts of orgasmic bliss sizzled through every nerve, searing each and every inch of her skin. She slumped forward, her forehead pressed against the cool wood of the desk as she took huge gulps of air. He wasn’t done with her.

  Maria’s climax rippled in frenzied contractions over Justin’s cock. Her gripping muscles milked his shaft and he hungered, wanted everything she could give him. He pulled his finger out of her ass and slid his cock in a slow, agonizing withdrawal from her hot channel. He reached beneath Maria and gently pulled her up to her feet, guiding her to lie on her back on the floor. Going to his knees, he pulled her thighs apart and slid his still-hard cock back into her as she stared at him with passion-glazed eyes. She whimpered as he lowered his body, cupping one breast to play with her nipple. He smiled at her hiss and felt her body tense against him. He rocked gently inside her and bent to kiss her, his tongue teasing, thrusting and playing with her long incisors. “Bite me,” he pleaded, and bared his neck to her.

  He needed this. Needed the white-hot pain of her fangs sliding into him as the sensation of her mouth feeding from him built his desire to inconceivable pleasure.

  Maria stretched to caress the skin along his throbbing vein with her tongue and the sweet anticipation caused her inner muscles to clench around the demanding pulse of his cock. He groaned into her neck.

  “Damn it, suck me. Suck me hard!” he ordered.

  With slow deliberate pressure, she bit into him and laved the area with her tongue. He moaned as she caught the first drops of blood and drew on his flesh. He tensed and thrust his hips hard against her, grinding as she suckled and falling into a sensual rhythm, mimicking his driving force.

  God, I love this! Justin roared in erotic fulfillment as he buried himself deep. The sharp slice of pleasure expanded and burst through him like a lash of fire. His control shattered and he felt his semen explode from the tip, rushing to fill her hot cunt. Long, thick streams seemed to rip from deep inside with each erotic pull at his neck. His chest heaved and he fought for breath as he felt Maria pull back and lick the two pinpricks, and a deep shudder ran through his body.

  “This frantic need I have for your body is going to kill me,” he growled. He already wanted to start over.

  Maria laughed in a weak stupor. “What a way to go,” she murmured. Her thoughts were locked on the sensations that had swamped her entire being when the hot, spicy wash of his blood flooded her mouth and the brutal digs of his shaft filled her cunt. She had exploded once more beneath him, screaming against his neck and flying free as she bore down and climaxed a second time.

  He wanted to talk, and she drifted in afterglow heaven.

  He grinned and moved to her side, bringing her into his arms. He was amazed he didn’t feel tired, but energized after fucking her. “I went to the library today,” he said against the skin of her neck as he kissed her.

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I wanted to refresh my memory of French history.”

  Maria snorted.

  Justin laid back, content to rest with Maria close to his side. “I find it hard to believe you were married at fourteen. I know times are different now but that seems very young.”

  Maria drifted…comfortable, her head cushioned on one of Justin’s arms. Now that she could think, she loved the fact he wanted to cuddle and talk after screwing her brains out. “It could have been worse,” she said. “Louie was only fifteen, and rather awkward around me. He preferred hunting and working in his locksmith shop to either his royal duties or being in my presence.” She wondered how much to share with Justin, and then decided it didn’t matter. This discussion centered on ancient history.

  “He had a medical condition that prevented him from fathering children, and it took him seven years to consummate our marriage. Painful, embarrassing years. Sex never meant more to him than the ability to procreate. We didn’t share what you would call an intimate relationship. Both of us did our duty and that was all.” She fell silent, remembering the cold stares. The blame heaped on her for not bearing an heir to the throne right away.

  “Did you read about the Diamond Necklace Affair?” she asked, once the memories receded.

  He held her tighter and smoothed his hand over her arm, as if somehow sensing her pain. “Isn’t that where some cardinal was tricked by Jeanne…somebody…into buying a necklace with six hundred and forty-seven diamonds, and she told him you demanded it as a peace offering to get back in your good graces?”

  She turned and looked at him. “Yes. You really did do some intense homework on me, and I’m thankful you chose a book with the correct version of the story. For most of my life, and long after I ‘died’, I was blamed for the theft of the necklace Jeanne de la Motte and her husband took to England and sold. When the French jeweler didn’t get paid, he came and asked me for the money. I’d never heard about the damned diamonds, yet somehow I still got blamed for their disappearance. Even after Jeanne was convicted of thievery, the general consensus was that the ‘extravagant and unpopular Queen’ had to be behind the matter in some way.”

  “You don’t appear to be too extravagant to me,” he said. He reached out to smooth one finger over her chest, down to her nipple. In what seemed to be just an idle caress, he rubbed his thumb over the tip. The calluses on his hands teased over her sensitive flesh.

  Maria shifted a little into his touch, took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on what they’d been talking about. “Ummm, no. I never was. I wore the clothes and jewels that were laid out for me. I wasn’t allowed to worry my pretty little head about affairs of state or finances. I could go to the theater or balls or play card games.” She remembered now that even her mother would write and tell her to tone things down. Not realizing her daughter didn’t have a choice.

  The sad thoughts disappeared as he tugged on her nipple. Increased the pressure. Pinched.

  “Ahhh, I was a…a…dress-up doll.” She gasped as he shifted over her, moved down to take her nipple in his mouth.

  “Come on, baby,” he whispered into her skin. “Keep talking. I just can’t keep my hands and mouth off you, but I promise I’m listening. Tell me.”

  “Oh, God… One day I became a scapegoat…oooh…for France’s economic problems. I used to sneak out of the palace with friends, wearing peasant garb, and use my gambling and pin money to feed the poor,” she finished in a rush. He’d added stroking fingers to the distracting mouth at her breast. Fingers that slipped in and out of her swollen pussy, moving over already sensitive nerve endings.

  She pushed her hips up into his hand, moved her arm around to hold his head at her breast. He licked and laved her nipple, sucked hard and pulled back.

  “So the whole ‘Let them eat cake’ thing?” he murmured against her, his hot breath teasing.

  “Oh, please don’t stop.” When he waited she spoke, understanding he wouldn’t go on unless she kept talking.

  “Was something I never said…never would have said. The French aristocrats hated me, and someone among them drew a detailed cartoon with those sentiments and released it to one of the newspapers of the day… Oh, please, Justin…harder, ple
ase.” She groaned as he slid his cock into her body, moved once and stopped, waiting for her to continue.

  “Damn you,” she hissed and tried to move him. Giving up, she said, “They also published a fake autobiography where I supposedly confessed my sins…oh, yeah…just like that.”

  He started to move within her. Slow. Hard. He pulled back to slip his cock over her clit and then plunged back in to fill her. At his hesitation, she tried to think about where she’d stopped, frantic to keep him moving. “I can’t, ahh…they even said I called myself a prostitute.” Normally, thinking about the confusion and pain of the young girl she’d once been saddened her. Now she didn’t care…she just wanted to get this over with so she could concentrate on Justin fucking her.

  “Of course, then the rumors started about me slipping out of the palace to meet lovers.” She hated this part of her past, hated that she had succumbed to loneliness. As if Justin could feel her sadness, he increased his pace.

  “How did you become a vampire?” he asked. He bent once more to take her nipple into his mouth while his cock slid in and out of her slick folds. He rotated his hips and she screamed. He stopped.

  “Okay, okay, okay…eventually, those rumors became true. I met a vampyr on one of my philanthropic outings and he later turned me. Ah, more…during my last year as Queen of France, Luke became my one and only lover. Not long before I was imprisoned, he yielded to my demands and made me what I am today, then disappeared soon after when we argued about his perception of my life,” she finished. “Please, Justin, fuck me…don’t make me talk.”

  He growled against her skin. “Well, I for one am glad he did,” he said, dismissing the small twinge of jealousy as not important. Luke was several hundred years in the past. “I think we’ve run out of time right now for French History 101.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust, then pushed himself up on his hands to gain more leverage.

  They were beyond the slow pace he’d kept them to earlier. He took her hard and fast. He hammered in and out of her and reveled in her keening cries of enjoyment. They burst together and collapsed once more on the floor.

  Chapter Five

  It took them a bit—the hard shift off the floor and the mad dash to take quick, separate showers and re-dress. When Brian knocked on her office door right before 8:30, he hollered through to tell them the hunter had arrived. Several people were waiting for them in a small room off the auditorium. By this time, the only remnant of their passion was a small love bite on the side of Justin’s neck.

  When Maria opened the door, Brian went on to say Justin’s father and Marcus had already arrived and were headed for the room with Matt. He grinned mischievously, and said he’d been sent to make sure they took no detours. Justin groaned in silent torment as he walked behind Maria. The sensual sway of her hips, clad only in a thin thong, killed him. He ripped his gaze away from the tempting sight and focused on the back of her head. Getting through tonight would be an excruciating ordeal until he could get her alone again.

  Idly, he wondered if vampires put off some sort of pheromone affecting humans with the need for constant sex. Just as quickly he thought about Matt and Brian, and dismissed it. They couldn’t live with Maria and maintain their sanity or sexual preference if she did. And deep inside he knew the craving they shared went both ways. She had a difficult time keeping her hands off him as well.

  He tried to think dark, ugly thoughts—like remembering the mangled body from last night and why they were here—in an effort to control his raging lust. If he walked into the auditorium in this outfit and in his present state, everyone would see immediately the affect her presence had on his libido. He said a quick thank you as his mental exercise worked. Just before they stepped out onto the stage overlooking the theater, his cock calmed. Settled. Let him concentrate on his surroundings. He could see several others had also arrived early.

  Jesus. It was like stepping into an S&M episode of the Twilight Zone. The red velvet-draped room was a perfect foil for the myriad combinations of scantily clad and exotically displayed bodies. The large auditorium was full of tall, rugged men dressed in meager pieces of black leather, and gorgeous women in sparse garments of red and white lace. Several people in brief, form-fitting, latex fetish catsuits and costumes mingled with the throng.

  Justin shook his head. One man standing to the side caught his gaze. Large and proud, he was wearing a black penis bondage tube over his erect dick and a chain around his neck. And here Justin felt naked with his ass hanging out between the chaps and his thong. “Thank you,” Justin said in passing to Brian, as he nodded toward the unknown man.

  Brian grinned wide and whispered, “Could have been fun, but Maria would have vetoed it.”

  Maria led them across the stage and into a small room equipped with a conference table and several chairs. Justin nodded to his father, who was dressed in the promised black suit, and Marcus, who dressed much like Justin. Only Marcus wore his chaps over blue jeans. Justin glared at Brian, then shook his head over the grin and half-hearted shrug the man offered. Bringing his attention back to Maria, he saw her standing in shocked silence. He turned to follow her gaze and saw a tall, extremely muscular, dark-haired man slouched in the far corner. The stranger dressed in simple black jeans and a black T-shirt, with a black biker jacket and cowboy boots, in obvious negation of his surroundings and the vampire dress code. Justin glanced at Maria as she paled and her body tensed. “Luke,” she ground out.

  Without being aware of his protective instincts, Justin stepped beside her and reached out to steady her by placing a hand at her lower back.

  Matt and Brian shifted to stand on the other side of them, and Matt swore under his breath. “Luscious Lucian. Shit!”

  Justin heard the comment and wondered to himself, Luscious Lucian? As in, Luke the vampyr who’d turned Maria into one of the walking dead? That Luke? Shit indeed. Right away, the small spark of jealousy became a raging inferno in his gut.

  Maria felt Justin move beside her, appreciating also the unfailing support of Matt and Brian as they closed ranks on her other side. She knew her bookends had never met Luke, but they’d seen a miniature painting she’d shown them years ago when she told them her life story.

  Needing a second or two to settle her thoughts before attempting to make introductions, she cleared her throat and turned to greet Bill and Marcus. “Thanks for coming you two.” She turned back in slow motion to acknowledge the still silent man. “Luke,” she said, nodding in his direction. She tried to center her thoughts on what she needed to say, instead of the undercurrent of scorn radiating from Luke and the jealous concern coming from Justin.

  After Luke turned her, they’d argued about her role in the French government. She remembered how he’d started to believe some of the things bandied about in loud whispers about her at the time. She’d refused to vindicate herself, thinking he should have known better. He disappeared before her ill-fated trip to the guillotine and amazingly enough, she’d managed to avoid running into him in all the decades since.

  Figures he’d show up now. Any feelings she’d once had for him were long gone. She didn’t understand why he was being such a jerk, unless he still believed she was a whore and a hedonist.

  Not her problem.

  Justin’s concern took definite precedence. She moved to wrap her arm around him. “Justin, remember when we talked about my past?” At his nod, she couldn’t help blushing before she continued, “It’s unfortunate the hunter the ASC sent to us is the vampyr I told you about. Luke, this is Justin.”

  Justin nodded to Luke in acknowledgement and then smiled down at Maria in support. “I picked the concern up from your boys,” he said. “One day you’ll have to tell me why they called him Luscious Lucian. But we can table any discussion for now. What is ASC?” he asked, with just a hint of suppressed annoyance in his voice.

  “Absolute Sentinel Council,” stated Luke, as he straightened away from the wall. “New toy, Maria?” he asked, as he glanced in d
ismissive ridicule in Justin’s direction.

  Justin gestured with his free hand in a brief slash to calm the irritation his father showed. He could handle this.

  Maria tightened her hold on Justin’s waist. “Behave, Luke. And no, Justin is no toy. He is my Council’s new human liaison within the police force. He serves as head of the Unique Crimes task force.” Motioning in Bill’s direction first, then waving toward Marcus, she continued the introductions. “This is Bill, Justin’s father and the Chief of Police. He has been one of my Council liaisons for several decades. Marcus is my Council coroner, he will be giving us all an update on what he found when he looked at the remains of the body I discovered last night.” She paused, ticked off when Luke didn’t move forward to shake any of the men’s hands.

  “And these two?” Luke questioned, as he made a trivializing gesture toward Brian and Matt.

  Maria smiled in gentle reassurance at her boys. “This is Matthew and Brian,” she said with warmth. “My friends and human servants.”

  Luke seemed taken aback for a moment.

  Her voice grew hard, filled with years of knowing she’d earned the right to command. “Now, if we could go into the Council meeting there is a room full of representatives from all of the paranormal groups within this region waiting for us. There is no sense in going through the information twice. I will explain what I ran into last night, Justin will go over what he observed at the crime scene and Marcus will give his findings on the body. Then hopefully you can shed some light on what we are dealing with.”

  “What do you mean your Council?” he questioned. “And I was under the impression you just discovered this problem last night.”

  Maria looked at him in scorn, not wanting to play games. “We did,” she stated. “Very late last night. I am Sentinel here, and have been for over a hundred years, Luke. I started the Council within the first year.”