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Three weeks later, at the Dodge House, Palea and Matt’s compound in Boston, the entire Walker-Dumont Line and their mates gathered for the birth of Dacoda’s baby. Dr. Grinkolo, who had delivered all of Andrei’s mother’s grandkids, delivered the baby.
It was a difficult birth. Andrei held her hand as Dacoda screamed and cried as she gave birth.
Dr. Grinkolo looked at Andrei and then at Coda. “You have a beautiful baby girl. Human. Entirely human. All the more precious because she will have all the fragilities of a human child and require much more love and care from her full-blood father.”
Andrei closed his eyes briefly before meeting Coda’s gaze. She stared at him with tears and fear in her eyes. Although he’d always known the baby wasn’t his, he’d somehow hoped for a miracle. But how often did they happen? He smiled and stroked her cheek.
After seeing her shoulders slump in relief, he turned his attention to the baby. Damn. She looked as if Evan had spit her out. Evan. His hated rival. Yes. But also a man who had loved Coda so much he had died thinking of her.
“May I?” He asked.
After a brief hesitation, Coda nodded.
Andrei gingerly lifted the newborn, feeling a strange mixture of joy and anxiety as he held the tiny bundle close to his chest. He couldn’t help but marvel at how fragile and delicate she was. That led to thoughts of the responsibility her birth would bring. “What shall we call her?”
“Her?”
He shook his head. It was going to take a minute, but he could do it. He wanted to. He had to, for Coda’s sake. “Our daughter. What shall we call our daughter?”
“Our daughter?”
Damn, she looked like Evan, but the woman he could no longer live without was her mother. His bloodlust. That alone would make the baby doubly precious to him. He nodded firmly and smiled down at the baby. “Yes. Our precious baby girl daughter.”
She sucked in a breath while tears streamed down her cheeks. “I want to name her after her father.”
Andrei glanced away, struggling to control his emotions. “Some form of Evan?”
“No. I want to name her after the man who will be her father.”
What the fuck? Was there someone else she’d somehow managed to hide from him? He turned back to stare at her. Coda?
“Andrea,” she said. “We can call her Drea or Andi. Andrea Evana Forester. Will you be okay with that?”
He shook his head. “I think we should acknowledge her biological father and call her Evana Andrea Forester.”
“No. When the time is right, we’ll tell her about Evan. But I want her to be molded by, know, and love the full-blood who will be her father first. And that’s you. Isn’t it?”
“Damn straight it is.” Still cradling the baby, he bent to briefly kiss her before turning to their extended family gathered in the birthing room. “Mother, everyone, say hello to our daughter, Andrea Evana Forester.”
His mother crossed the room to gently take Andrea into her arms. “Our newest ray of sunshine.” She smiled at Dacoda and then met his gaze. “We will gladly and happily give her all the love and adoration our precious little Andrea deserves. And because she is fully human, she will be all the more precious and cherished by us. Yes?”
He nodded. “Yes, Mother.”
“And later, there will be another, her brother and sister, whom we will also love. One who will call you father in word and deed. One we will also love, but no more than we love this precious little one. This precious ray of sunshine will be the elder sibling and loved even more when there is another child. And there will be another, my darling Andrei.”
“Will there, Mother?”
“Yes,” she said. “There will.”
He wanted that more than anything. “Yes, but not just yet. I want to get to know and love her first, so she and Dacoda know that I fully love and accept her as my firstborn. Any who come after her will know her as their beloved and elder sister.”
“Oh, Andrei, my honey boy!” Dacoda sobbed.
He sat on the side of the bed. Everyone gathered around. She and their baby were at the center of a circle of love as only full-blood vampires could create.
She looked up at him, her beautiful brown eyes brimming with tears. “I love you.”
Still holding Andrea, he leaned close and pressed his lips against her ear. “And I love you.”
She shuddered and gasped. “But...I thought you didn’t do romantic love.”
He shrugged. “That’s what I thought and believed. Then I met you. And you reached out, gripped my heart, tore it from my body, and made it yours for eternity. My Dacoda. My love. My wife. My bloodlust.”
Dr. Grinkolo stepped forward. “I’ll take Andrea to give her an examination while you begin the healing process for Dacoda, Andrei.”
He reluctantly allowed the doctor to take the baby.
“Everyone, out,” the doctor ordered.
“A moment, please, Doctor,” Matt Dumont said, remaining by the bed.
Andrei looked at him with a raised eyebrow. His mother had assured him that Matt regretted his lack of welcome, but Andrei doubted he actually did.
“I just want to wish you well and welcome you into the league of fatherhood, Andrei.”
“Thank you,” he said, wishing he’d gone away.
“I know we haven’t had the best of relationships, and I know that’s my fault. I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll allow me to redeem myself.”
He had little interest in a relationship with the other male, but he knew what it must have cost him to offer an apology. And also, he knew trying to meet him halfway would please his mother, who loved them both.
Andrei inclined his head.
“And if there’s any advice I can offer, one father to another, I hope you’ll feel free to reach out. Being a dad is hard, but it’s one of the most rewarding things a man can undertake, as I’m sure you’ll find out.
“Raising her in a family of full-bloods won’t be easy, but we’ll all be here to help in anyway we can—me in particular.”
His words touched Andrei. “Thank you, Matt,” he said, extending his hand.
They shook hands briefly before Matt left the room.
“That was sweet of him,” Dacoda said.
He nodded. “I guess.”
“Didn’t you believe him?”
“Yes. I guess I did. It’s just going to take a minute. He’s never been very warm to us. He always gave the impression he almost resented us being alive.”
“Well, clearly that’s changed.”
“Hmm.”
She smiled up at him. “So?”
“So? So what?”
“So we’re finally alone. Shouldn’t we take advantage of our last bit of freedom?”
He tilted his head. “Hmm. What did you have in mind, Mrs. Forester?”
“You get one guess, handsome honey boy.”
Andrei undressed when they were alone and slipped into bed with Dacoda. Gently turning her on her side, he pressed his cock against her slit and ejaculated, filling her core with the healing properties of full-blood seed. When his cum started seeping, he pressed against her, slowly sliding into her pussy.
She moaned and shuddered. “Andrei.”
He paused. “Am I hurting you?”
“A little, but don’t stop,” she said when he moved his hips to withdraw. “This is our first time as parents. I want you to enjoy it and come inside me as much as you want. I know it’s been a long time for you, but—”
“I would wait an eternity for you,” he vowed. He moved slowly, keeping her needs and desires in mind. When she clung to him and lifted her mouth for a kiss, he knew the pleasure outweighed the pain. But he kept his movements measured and slow until she gasped, shuddered, and he felt her coming all over his cock.
Smiling, he withdrew and gathered her in a warm embrace. Finally, she was entirely his, and he had everything he wanted or needed. A paradise of bliss for two. No. A paradise for three.
Night of Sin Excerpt
© 2008 Marilyn Lee
All Rights Reserved
Chandra stood in the entrance to the only room of Foreplay open to non-members. The leering bouncer told her the closed doors on the left and right led to members-only rooms.
She felt overdressed in a tailor-made mauve silk pants suit. The sleeveless silk blouse hugged her breasts. The pants’ hidden panels helped slenderize her stomach while making the most of what she’d been told was a bootylicious ass. The jacket ended just below her hips, concealing her gun.
She moistened her lips. There was definitely more than foreplay going on. She cast her gaze around the room with the medium blue walls, lit by strobe lights that seemed to flash in time with a song that urged some woman to shake her booty.
There must be at least one hundred people present, forty percent of them women. Several of the males had their erect cocks exposed. Most of the females were at least partially undressed. She hadn’t seen so many bare breasts, naked asses, exposed pussies, and cocks since she’d worked vice several years earlier.
The lighting was dim, but she noted many people having sex, some same-sex gender. The center of the room contained a dais on which an armless leather chair sat. A slender blond male sat on the lap of a naked man with long, dark hair. The blond’s eyes were closed, his fingers wrapped around his short, fat shaft. He bounced up and down on the other male’s cock.
The music was now low and muted. The air was fragrant with the smell of sex and the sounds of moans of lust. There were at least two other couples having sex, but Chandra stared at the couple on the dais, who were clearly enjoying their fuck. They seemed to move and groan as one. The dark-haired male held the blond’s hips as he licked the side of the blond’s neck. To her dismay, Chandra found that not only couldn’t she look away but also that watching the two-fuck aroused her.
As if aware of her gaze, the blond suddenly opened his eyes, staring directly at her. Smiling, he released himself, placed both hands on his slender thighs, and lifted his hips. He did it slowly so that Chandra got a leisurely view of the thick cock on which he reamed himself. Her nipples hardened.
She felt a tingling sensation in her pussy. She dragged her gaze away from the couple on stage seconds before a male voice intruded on her thoughts.
“Do you like to watch two males fucking?”
Chandra’s cheeks burned. She turned to face the owner of the deep, sexy voice that sent a shiver down her spine. She stared at him. Her heart raced, and her pussy flooded. He was a handsome, six-foot-plus hunk. His eyes were an intense blue, his hair short and dark. Their gazes locked briefly. She felt a shock of desire.
His all-black outfit emphasized his tall, muscular frame. He had broad shoulders, long legs, large feet encased in expensive leather shoes, and.... She bit her lip. The clear outline of a long, thick cock was visible along the inside of one thigh under the tight leather pants he wore. God, he must be all of—
She dragged her gaze away from his groin to his face.
He gave her a long, intense stare, allowing his eyes to caress her breasts for timeless moments before he spoke again. “Can I buy you a drink?”
He was the most attractive man she’d ever seen in person. She found herself staring again. His open shirt revealed an intriguing expanse of hair on an impressively sized chest. She knew it wasn’t in vogue but found chest and public hair on a male sexually stimulating. It would be exciting to push the shirt off his shoulders and run her fingers through it.
Standing nearly five nine barefoot, Chandra preferred big muscular men. The male smiling at her had miles of muscles. He was also one of the few males present with his cock still inside his pants. Nevertheless, everything about him screamed hot, mindless sex. She wanted to rip off her clothes and beg him to fuck her all night.
A faint smile spread across his handsome face. “What would you like to drink?”
Chandra averted her gaze, feeling almost as if he were aware of her lustful thoughts. Given how she’d ogled him, he wouldn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out how aroused she was. Get a grip, Chandra. You’re here to grill the Stoner boys, not to get laid by some drop-dead-gorgeous, big-cocked hunk. God, it should be illegal for any man to be so damned sexy.
“What can I get you to drink?”
“Nothing.”
“Why not?”
“I’m driving. I don’t drink and drive, but thanks for the offer.”
“Maybe another time?”
If there were any justice, she and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Well-hung would meet again when she could afford to devote time to selfish pleasure. “Maybe.” She reluctantly turned away.
He caught her hand.
A shock of desire sizzled through her. She bit her lip.
He turned her back to face him. “I admire a woman who doesn’t drink and drive.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
He smiled, revealing straight, dazzling white teeth. Did he have any physical imperfections? “Dance with me,” he invited.
She cast a glance at the bulge along the inside of his thigh. Accepting his invitation would bring them into close and intimate contact. If she felt his cock pressed against her body—She shook her head. Centering her gaze on his cheek, she pulled her hand away. “No thanks.”
“Why not?”
She suspected he knew the reason for her refusal. “I can’t. I’m looking for someone.”
“I’m someone.”
“Someone I know.”
“You can get to know me.”
Chandra had never wanted to know any man more. She shook her head.
“It’s Friday night, and we’re in a club that caters to people interested in sensual pleasures,” he said.
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“Isn’t it?”
“I didn’t come here to be picked up.”
“Yet that’s what’s going to happen.”
She stared at him, her heart racing. “No. It’s not.”
“No?” He shrugged. “You can make time for one quick dance.”
Keeping her gaze above his waist proved difficult. “That wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“Why not?”
Her panties were wet, her nipples hard, and all she could think about was the outline of his cock. “I can see the outline of your....”
“You can see the outline of my what?”
“I think you know our dancing would not be a good idea.”
“And I think you know I’m not going to take no for an answer.”
“Excuse me?”
“You and I are going to dance at least once tonight.”
“We are?”
“We are. The DJ is about to play our song.”
“Our... We don’t have a song.”
“Don’t we?”
“No. We’ve just met.” Yet he didn’t feel like a stranger. “How can we possibly have a song?”
“Haven’t you ever met a man and immediately known you’d waited a lifetime to meet him?”
“No.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. That’s how I felt the moment I saw you.”
“What are you implying?”
“I’m not implying anything. I’m saying I’ve waited a very long time to meet you.”
“You couldn’t have.”
“I assure you I have.”
The softly voiced words left her longing to fling her arms around his neck and admit she’d spent a lifetime waiting just for him. But she’d done no such thing. Yet.... She cast a glance around the room. She saw no signs of a DJ. “What song is about to play?”
“Dance with me and find out.”
The warm, sensual look in his eyes and the insistent timbre of his deep baritone overwhelmed her senses. His gaze caressed her. He whispered something soft and inaudible that tickled and stroked her emotions like no other man ever had.
Some primal feminine instinct responded to his sheer masculinity and confident assertion. Surrendering to her mounting desire felt natural and right. His slow, warm smile enveloped her and swept her up into an intimate world of sensual need where her paramount desire to be woman to his man overshadowed all other considerations. She would dance with him and more.
He took her hand in his, placing it against his chest.
She sucked in a breath, staring up at him. What was he doing to her?
He slipped an arm around her waist. Taking her other hand in his, he drew her into an intimate embrace.
She trembled, feeling his cock against her body.
He slid his palm down from her waist to her ass, drawing her closer to his cock.
Her stomach muscles clenched.
He brushed his cool lips against her forehead. “That’s our song.”
Inhaling deeply, she savored the distinct, spicy aroma of his cologne. She closed her eyes and slowly swayed with him as the opening strands of one of her favorite songs, “Unchained Melody,” began.
Oh, my love...I’ve hungered for your...
Chandra pressed closer, sliding her arms under his leather jacket and around his body. She stroked her hands down his back, lost in him. She felt the impact of the words of the bittersweet love song as if he whispered them directly into her mind—searing them into her thoughts in a deep, romantic baritone.
She was his love, his darling. He’d hungered for her touch.
His raw emotions stroked and fed her deepest sexual hungers and an untapped emotional well of need. She wanted to be the woman whose love he needed enough to beg for it. Confused, she struggled to regain her grip on reality. She lifted her head to see his lips weren’t moving. He wasn’t singing. Yet she felt the words he sang with such emotion.
She gave herself a mental shaking and jerked out of his arms, her heart raced. Her cheeks burned with heat.
He sighed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing... I... Nothing... I’m...” She stared at him, struggling to resist the urge to fling herself back into his arms. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing you haven’t already done to me.” My love. My darling.
His lips hadn’t moved, and she hadn’t actually heard the words. She’d felt them. Felt them? She had to get away from him so she could clear her head. She turned and walked toward the back of the room, where she’d noted a vacant booth. She’d sit there and get her bearings before she.... She stopped. The hunk who had been behind her now sat in the no longer empty booth.
How had he managed to get past her so rapidly? If she had drunk anything, she would have suspected she’d been drugged.
He lifted a hand, beckoning to her.
Unable to resist the most potent sexual attraction she’d ever experienced, she stumbled forward. Heart racing, she slipped into the seat beside him.
He slid his arm along the back of the booth.
Although he didn’t touch her, he didn’t need to. He exuded an explosive sensuality that intoxicated her senses, making thought difficult. “What will you have to drink?”
With her passions already so aroused, she didn’t dare consume anything with alcohol. “Nothing.”
“I’ll order you something nonalcoholic.”
“Thanks, but I’m not here to....” She slid closer to the end of the booth.
“You’re moving in the wrong direction.” He patted the seat beside him.
Mindless with desire, she slid closer to him. Her thigh brushed against something. She reached down and picked up a folded, leather-encased cell phone. She extended the phone to him. “This must be yours.”
He patted his hip. “Mine is here.”
She blinked, lifted the phone closer to her face, and saw that the leather case didn’t look black in the dim light. It looked red. She glanced up at him.
He stared at her in silence.
She snapped open the phone and looked at a picture of herself and a slender, smiling blonde—her best friend, Valerie. She shut the phone and scrambled out of the booth. “Where did you get this phone?”
He shrugged. “I believe it belongs to—”
“It belongs to my friend Valerie Rogers who’s been missing for nearly a month.”
“Missing? Hardly. I know where she is.”
“Is she all right?”
“Of course she is.”
She sighed with relief. “Where is she?”
“She’s spending time with one of my two brothers at our mansion. If you like—” He slipped out of the booth.
She stepped back, her hand hovering near her right side.
He shook his head. “You won’t need to go for your gun.”
She frowned. So much for having her suits custom-made to hide the bulge of her weapon.
“I’ll be happy to take you to your friend.”
“I’m not leaving here with you. Just tell me where she is—”
He lifted his cell phone from a clip at his waist and made a call. “Hello? Is she awake? Good. I have someone who wants to talk to her.” He extended his cell phone. “Here’s your friend.”
Chandra practically snatched the phone from him. “Hello?”
“Chandra? Is that you?”
She sucked in a relieved breath, pressing a hand against her forehead. She sounded breathless, but Valerie’s voice was definitely on the phone. “Oh, thank God, Val!” Chandra took a moment to catch her breath.
“I’m fine, Chandra.”
“You’re fine? Where the hell are you?”
“In a very happy place.”
Her hand tightened on the phone. She sounded drugged. “What’s wrong, Val?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Hmmm. Oh. Come join me.”
Chandra kept her gaze on the man who stood watching her in silence. “Join you where?”
“I have no idea. Ask Sin to bring you to me.”
“Ask who?”
“The guy you’re with. I can’t talk right now.”
“Why not? Are you being threatened?”
“Yes, by a big, very hard cock.”
“Val!”
“I’m in the middle of getting fucked. Oh, God. His cock is so good.”
“Val—”
“I’ll see you when you get here, Chandra.”
She heard a long, gasping moan of pleasure before the call ended.
Chandra removed the phone from her ear, her cheeks hot.
The man beside her took the phone from her and returned it to its clip. “Did she sound as if she were in any distress to you?”
“Look—”
“You can follow me.”
She shook her head. “If you think—”
“Your friend hasn’t been harmed.” He stared into her eyes and spoke in a deep, compelling voice. “Follow me in your vehicle. I promise you’ll be safe.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you just because you promise?”
He gazed into her eyes. “Don’t you?”
Despite the dictates of common sense, she did believe him.
He smiled as if he’d read her answer in her gaze. He turned and walked across the room.
There was no reason she should believe him. Nevertheless, as he reached the entrance, she rushed across the club behind him, ignoring everyone around her-including the couple still fucking on the dais. She told herself he was her only lead to Valerie’s whereabouts. While true, that was not her sole reason for following him.
He held the door partially open.
Getting out of the door without touching him would be difficult. As she attempted to squeeze past him, he turned to face her. She felt his cock against her body and froze.
They stared at each other in silence. The sentiments of the words of “Unchained Melody” reverberated in her head. She was his darling. He needed her love.
She needed to give it and herself to him. She leaned into him and then jerked back. Oh, God. What was he doing to her?
Nothing’s going to happen between us that you don’t want.
Chandra didn’t want whatever he was doing to her to happen. She pushed past him. She quickly walked to her SUV in the parking lot without glancing back at him. But she knew he was following. She could feel him behind her.
At her vehicle, he reached out to open the driver’s side door after she disarmed and unlocked it with her remote.
She slipped inside and slid down the driver’s side window.
He closed the door behind her. “I’m driving that dark SUV parked near the light.”
He had a late-model luxury vehicle that made the one she’d purchased six years earlier when she made detective look like a junker. But then everything about him whispered old money.
“You can follow me.”
She blinked at him. “Follow you where?”
He smiled. “You’ll know when we get there.”
“What?”
“Follow me.”
“I’ll do that, but as you suspect, I’m armed,” she warned.
He cast a slow, deliberate glance over her, allowing his gaze to linger on her breasts for what felt like minutes. “Yes,” he nodded, speaking in a soft voice. “You certainly are.” He grinned suddenly. “But then, so am I, and I don’t mean with a gun.”
There was no mistaking his meaning. She forced herself not to look at his crotch as he stepped away from her vehicle.
Keep it together, Chandra. Just because he has a big cock is no reason to lose sight of your purpose tonight. Keep it together.
She took a deep breath as she watched him get into his vehicle with the license plate missing. She took a quick picture of the SUV with her camera phone before she followed him out of the parking lot. Several times during the next two and a half hours of traveling down countless dark, backcountry roads, she promised herself that until she could afford a new SUV with a navigation system, she’d buy a portable one. Finally, she drove after him through a pair of six-foot-high black, wrought iron gates, which swung open. The gate swung shut behind them.
A long drive ended in front of a large, two-story, modern stone mansion with lights on in every visible window on both floors. Two other dark, late-model luxury SUVs sat in front of the house. Although it was a cool April night, the ornate carved-wood entrance door was open, revealing cream-colored tile flooring and cool green walls.
The man alighted from his SUV.
Although she turned off her ignition, Chandra remained inside her vehicle, scanning her surroundings. Behind the building, she noted what appeared to be a large wooded area. It was too dark to see much of anything else. They had not passed another house for at least two miles. So if conditions inside spiraled out of control, she’d be on her own.
The thought didn’t frighten her. She’d been on her own since she’d left her last foster home at seventeen for college. She was confident the handsome male standing in front of the house waiting for her had seduction rather than mischief on his mind.
That such a stunning male wanted to sex her up sent her passion rising. She shook her head. No sex tonight, Chandra. You’re going to find Val and get the hell out of here before you find yourself nude and begging to be fucked. Find Val—
The man entered the house, leaving the door open.
Chandra remained inside her car. She’d been so filled with lust she hadn’t even bothered to identify herself or to ask his name.
A moment later, a pretty, slender blonde wearing a skimpy negligee appeared in the open doorway. Her eyes sparkled, and her cheeks were flushed. She looked excited. “There you are, at last, Chandra.”
“Val!” Chandra pushed open her vehicle door and jumped out, slamming the door shut. Val moved away from the entrance door as she ran toward the house.
“Val!”
“Follow me, Chandra,” Valerie called from inside the mansion. “You’ll love it here.”
Chandra pushed her jacket behind her leather waist holster, exposing her service weapon. She slowed to a brisk walk and then cautiously mounted the wide stone steps. As she did, she cast a quick, wary glance around. She paused on the top step. “Val!”
The sound of fleeing feet reached her ears.
Damn. Chandra leaned forward to look through the open door into a beautiful modern foyer with several huge gold-framed mirrors. The entry appeared to be empty.
“Val?”
There was no response.
She waited several moments. When the sixth sense she relied on to keep her safe, didn’t sound, she placed her hand on her gun and stepped inside.
The door slid shut behind her.
She swung around, her hand closing over the butt of her gun.
The man from the club leaned against the closed entrance door.
Her lips parted, and she stared.
Stark naked and gloriously aroused, he was the most beautiful, sensual male she’d ever seen. He had broad shoulders, curling dark hair adorning his chest, a narrow waist, long, muscular runner’s legs, and a long, thick erection jutting from a mass of dark pubic hair. His shaft was so massive her pussy pulsed.
You do not have time for this, Chandra. She tore her gaze away from his groin. Keeping her hand on her gun, she pointed her other hand at him. “I hope I’m not going to have to show you how good I am with this.”
He arched a brow, but she saw no sign of fear in his gaze. “I think you know you have nothing to fear from me.”
He was naked, aroused, and blocking the exit. He’d clearly used Val to lure her there. She had every reason to fear him, yet she didn’t. “I can see what you have on your mind, but I just want to find my friend and leave.”
“Before or after?” He slid a hand down to cup his balls.
She moistened her lips. “Before or after what?”
He answered in a soft, caressing voice. “Before or after we fuck.”
Her pussy flooded at the thought of an invasion by his long, thick cock. She squeezed the butt of her gun, trying to muster a show of outrage. “We are not going to...fuck.”
He locked his gaze with hers. “Yes. We are.”
She struggled against a powerful urge to surrender to the desire that blazed in his eyes. It sparked a corresponding hunger in her. Ignoring the sudden ache in her pussy, she shook her head and slowly backed away before she turned and rushed in the direction Valerie had fled. “Val!”
She only covered a few feet before he caught her hand and turned her around to face him. Even as she pressed her hands against his chest, her ability to resist vanished.
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