Heroes by Susan Sizemore

Author:Susan Sizemore [Sizemore, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vampires, Fantasy Fiction, General, Fantasy, Horror Fiction, Fiction, Occult & Supernatural
ISBN: 9780441011087
Google: WgIN9-e2X6IC
Amazon: 044101108X
Publisher: Ace
Published: 2003-09-29T23:00:00+00:00

It was not the scent of coffee that woke her. Char woke because that was what vampires did at sunset. But there was comfort in the scent of coffee, in knowing that there was someone from the daylight world that cared enough to have the warm drink waiting for her. A gift. A gesture of affection. Jebel Haven didn't have a warm, fragrant cup waiting for her every night; he wasn't even always there when she first came back to life. But waking now, knowing he was with her, that he cared –

Left her feeling a traitor. Dirty. Unfaithful.

It had only been a kiss. She hadn't instigated it. It had been without substance.

And it left her so aroused she woke blind with the need. Beyond the scent of coffee, overwhelming that dark richness, there was blood. There was flesh. There was need in him that ran near the surface as blue veins beneath fragile flesh.

"Jebel," she said, and reached for him.

Arms came around her, pulling her up, pulling her close. A mouth came down on Char's. She tasted coffee on his tongue. She drank him in, demanding. He was the first to moan with desire. The sound was muffled against her mouth, but roared through her.

She strained against his hands when they moved over her.

"Damn, woman!" he muttered, then sucked hard on one nipple, then the other.

One of the things she loved about Jebel was that he didn't ask questions in the bedroom. Didn't need to be seduced. He was always willing, always ready. And so very able. He gave her everything a man could.

Everything a mortal man could.

She forced the thought away. Forced herself not to think at all. At least, as much as she could. She was so used to the ache in her mating fangs it had become a part of her arousal. Most of the time the need to taste him was something she could ignore. This wasn't most of the time.

"Damn, St — "

Jebel's head came up from her breast. "Wha –?"

"Damn, good," she said, and pushed his head back into the softness of her breast. "More!"

His lips closed on her hard nipple once more. She gasped with pleasure. And ran her fingers through thick, dark hair. Salt and pepper hair, she noticed. He wasn't getting any younger, and he led a hard life. His body was hard-muscled, his wits sharp — but he was mortal.

She could fix that.

She needed the taste of him on her tongue, salt copper sliding down her throat. A drop of him to quench her own thirst. Just a drop.

She was a creature of claws and fangs. He knew what he was getting with her. She was a wild thing. Dangerous to bed. He liked the danger, loved the razor's edge, knew he'd have to pay for the thrill.

And he was hers. Oh, yes. Hers.

Char ran her hands over the taut muscles of Jebel's back, caressed his buttocks and thighs. She kissed his shoulder and throat, scraped throbbing fangs against warm flesh.

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