Servant of the Goddess by Denise Verrico

Author:Denise Verrico [Verrico, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vampire Urban Fantasy
Publisher: L&L Dreamspell
Published: 2012-04-19T00:00:00+00:00

NINE

Cedric lay face down across the pullout mattress in my office, fast asleep. His hair spread over freshly painted henna tattoos on his back. One graceful arm curled around the spot I’d vacated upon rising. Dressed in my robe, I sat at the computer, placing orders for barware, while he slept on past sunset, as young vampires are wont to do. Every now and then, I just had to stop working and enjoy the sight, especially since he didn’t know. In relaxed moments, when he set down the rakish image he so carefully cultivated, he looked most god-like. He stirred and rolled onto his side, revealing the cobra branded into his flesh. Something rearing below his waist also suggested a cobra.

“Ah, the prince awakens,” I commented.

He stretched and yawned. A lyrical ripple of muscle played under his skin. “Nine p.m. is too early on a summer night to be working.”

“I need less sleep than I used to. You’re still young.”

He dropped his voice to that sexy rumble. “Come back to bed.”

“You’re a terrible distraction.”

Strong fingers wrapped around my wrist. “I know.”

He tugged, and I went. Every so often, during the act, he’d chant in that eerie singsong. I’d come to accept this behavior as one of his quirks, like it was his way of talking dirty. The words seemed to turn him on in a big way. His lovemaking grew more intense, more purposeful on his part.

After he’d treated me to a series of positions that might have put a mortal woman in traction, I rolled off of him, chuckling. “You outdid yourself that time.”

Cedric fell back, panting. My fingertip traced the henna swirls on his chest as it rose and fell with his breath.

“The greater pleasure I bring,” he said, “the more the Mother’s power is conferred upon you.”

Although I still found the religious part of this relationship complete hokum, I had to admit it wasn’t bad to be the avatar of a goddess and have a personal devotee at my service. My mouth took over on his body where my fingers left off. I pierced his throat to imbibe his essence. Blood gushed into my mouth and bathed my innards in warmth. Bullets of pleasure ripped through my cells. A burst of light flashed behind my eyes, and once more, the image of a restless tiger stalked through the jungle of my consciousness. The beast inhabiting my lover circled round and round me. His fangs entered my neck. We clutched at each other’s bodies, drinking until our hearts beat as one and then collapsed in each other’s arms, listening to the mutual hammering.

After a quick shower, Cedric left to fetch warmed blood for me from the basement kitchen. Upon his return, he curled around me on the mattress as I sipped from the insulated mug he’d brought.

“I need an artist,” I told him.

“What sort of artist?”

“Someone who can paint murals. Now that the walls are done, they need something with pizzazz. What about your friend Marta? I liked her portrait of you.

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