To Love by Jackie Ivie

Author:Jackie Ivie
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: stonehenge, laird dracula, occult astrological study, vampire romance, blood lust, scottish historical highlands, vampire assassin romance

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cullen had a long memory. And a lot of years to fill it. Back when Akron had first approached with The Offer, the man had been cryptic. He’d made it sound like a decision that needed careful pondering. Becoming a member of the Vampire Assassin League wasn’t entry to eternal life. It was the same as death. And it was forever. You stayed the same physically. You would never thirst, hunger, need medical attention. But there was a price to pay. Vampirism meant you lost all emotion. Feeling. Sensation. No longer would you feel joy. Suffer lust. Experience pleasure.

Still, Cullen MacCorrick hadn’t hesitated. He was young. Hale and hearty. Fit and virile. He was a man who did everything by reflex. Pondering, reasoning, and weighing decisions were an old man’s way of life. He’d accepted Akron’s offer with alacrity. His other choice was a scheduled execution the following morn, and, according to his guards, the Sassenach had an especially gruesome one planned for him.

He hadn’t fully understood what Akron had been describing until it happened. He hadn’t realized what lack of pleasure actually meant. Cullen had taken the act of lovemaking as a given. A supreme gift to all mankind. He’d been wrong. Losing that had been akin to purgatory. And it was forever. Akron had been off on his description, too. Not about the dead part. Lack of function and ability was instantaneous. That was true. But lust? That was another issue entirely. The ghosts of passion and desire and interest had still been there. As well as the memories.

Then even those faded.

Until the night at Stonehenge. When he’d met his soul mate. His Anam-charaid in his native Scot Gaelic. Her. Marla.

Being near her was an astounding experience. Touching her was tantamount to achieving paradise. Even when he’d lived, Cullen couldn’t recall experiencing things to such an extent. It was better than the first lungful of air after a deep dive into a loch. Larger than the thrill of battle. It soared beyond what winning a clan skirmish had felt like. Or a midnight cattle raid. It was better than the moment when he’d earned his father’s respect and been named heir.

And then he tasted her blood.

By the goddess, Druantia, Queen of the Druids! The deity who ruled passions. Sex. Creativity...

Cullen’s groan carried some of the rapture as he sucked at her throat. He was instantly hooked. Completely enmeshed. Totally absorbed. She tasted of pure bliss! Light! Wonder! He shuddered, blinked rapidly at the instant stab of tears, and pulled her closer, tucking her body alongside his. She was wondrously sweet. Warm. Perfect. He couldn’t get enough, nor could he do it quickly enough.

Her moans alerted him.

Cullen yanked his fangs from her with the reflex action. Blood spray filtered through his vision, coating the sheets. Walls. Creating a hiss and sputter as it met candle flame. His heart was giving him trouble. It matched hers. It wasn’t pounding in strong, quick, fierce beats like it had been moments before.

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