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Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Viola Grace

ISBN :978-1-55487-540-5

Page :68

Word Count :15800

Publication Date :2010-08-16

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Impure (pdf) , Impure (prc) , Impure (epub) , Impure (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Paranormal Romance

  • Product Code: 978-1-55487-540-5

Blood, bites and a hunger that defies logic, Ardel learns first hand what it means to be the Terran Impure.

Ardel Sak was strong, confident and a stranger to herself. Her mind wiped of all but her name, she is given to a Vimpyr by the name of Sorcal. At first he wants nothing more than her blood, but after fighting for possession of her, his appetites take a decidedly carnal turn. In his arms, she finds the answer to a question she didn't know she should ask. What happens when an Impure Vimpyr and an Impure Terran join forces to fight the new exotic weapons dealers? It is a tale written in flesh and blood.

To say that the interior of Blood and Flesh was a crimson paradise was understating the matter. Ardel Sak followed her handler closely. Something told her that being loose in a room full of carnivores and sanguinarians was a very dangerous place to be.

The creature that held her leash was toxic to most of the species here, which was why it was a designated handler for new flesh, like her. Ardel trembled as they walked further into the nest of species that were using people like her as beverages and drugs.

The images of slaves being held in a variety of positions for the purpose of consumption, some of the clientele had their mouths, tentacles or other appendages latched on to what Ardel would consider intimate areas. A few of the slaves seemed to be enjoying themselves while others had their faces in a rictus of agony.

Anytime she was shocked into pausing, her handler tugged at her leash causing her to stumble forward again. The collar around her neck was narrow, but it contained a vocal paralyser that was active and functioning. The leash attached to it was ten feet long but wrapped around the handler's fist to give her no running room at all. This was not the first time that it had yanked an unwilling slave deep into the club and it would probably not be the last.

Ardel hunched her shoulders, glad that the clothing she had been given was decent but afraid of the murmur that was following her into the depths of the maze of bodies, couches and servers. Finally, they stopped in front of a shadowed alcove where a voice greeted them. "Is this she?"

"It is, sir. Mentally scrubbed and ready for you."

Ah, that would explain why Ardel could not remember more than her own name.

A body shifted in the shadows, pale skin drawing her gaze. "Does she speak?"

"At length and in a number of creative cursing styles. She has been silenced." Her handler tugged her forward and forced her to kneel.

"Is she what I ordered?" He leaned forward and if Ardel hadn't been trying to control her fury, she would have gasped. Vimpyr. His skin almost glowed in the dark and his hair was a midnight counterpoint. It was his eyes that kept her staring though, liquid black with silver pupils.

"A true Terran. She didn't come willingly, but she has been tested and registered at the desk. This one won't be getting away." The handler held out the leash. "Would you like to sample her before you take possession?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." He reached out and gripped the leash, tugging her to him until she was kneeling between his spread thighs.

Mute, she met his gaze as he took her left arm and raised it to his lips. His tongue laved the inside of her forearm bringing an unwelcome heat to her body and causing a twinge in her clit. It caught her by surprise, the bite of the wound barely registering on her consciousness as her body woke with a sudden lurch.

The corners of his eyes crinkled up as if he knew the effect that he was having on her. The sucking sensation reached parts of her that no other lover had managed to arouse and he was biting her arm for Pete's sake.

He didn't waste a drop, sipping at her for only a few seconds before he withdrew his mouth and licked her wound closed. The silver glint in his eyes faded and was replaced by a metallic crimson.

"Perfect. I will take possession." His skin was glowing, the unnatural energy of his drinking from a Terran making his Vimpyr skin pulse with the energy.

"Excellent. I kept thinking she would make a break for it. Just so you know, there may be bids on your new acquisition. She drew quite a bit of attention on her way through." The handler bowed and walked off leaving Ardel on her knees between the Vimpyr's thighs.

A small pulse ran through her collar and her vocal cords were free. She had nothing to say, she was lost in his eyes. They held her imprisoned and her body was humming with his proximity.

"Do you have a name, pet?" His hand stroked her deep chestnut hair off her shoulder.


"So, they left you that, did they? Fortunate. You may call me Sir or Master Sorcal." He touched her chin and raised her head to take a closer look at her. "Do you know who you are?"

"Ardel Sak of Terra."

"What is your occupation?"

"I don't know." It was in her mind, tantalizingly close, but miles away. She should know what she had done for a living, shouldn't she?

"Understandable. Join me." He leaned back into the shadows and pulled her with him by the grip he still had on her wrist.

A semi-circle couch was inside the shadows. Her new owner settled himself back against the cushions and pulled her to recline against him. It was strange how easy and comfortable it was. Her body conformed to the hard planes of his, as if she had done it a thousand times.

He stroked her hair back from her face and she sighed, it felt far too good. She should be wallowing in fear, but she wasn't. Her inner voice was telling her that Sorcal was a man to be trusted, which was going against the environment and the scent of her blood in the air.

His skin was warm, the opening of his shirt inviting her hand to slide inside as she felt the pounding of his heart. "Why am I so comfortable with you?"

He tugged on her hair sharply.

She looked up at him to see his frown. "Sir?"

"That is better. Never forget to address me properly. It may be worth your life to appear subservient." He threaded his fingers through her hair and leaned down to kiss her.

When their mouths met, sparks flew. Ardel could see a bright burst of colour behind her eyelids and a surge of energy transferred between them. His tongue stroked along hers, bringing the taste of her own blood back to her with a wild flavour that was all him.

The power hummed between them, driving the arousal that had been flickering into embers into a raging flare.

Ardel came back to herself only when he separated their mouths and pulled back, his own chest rising and falling beneath her. His hands gripped her hips, during the kiss she had ended up astride him. "What was that…sir?"

"Chemistry, my dear pet. Basic and undeniable chemistry." He flexed his fingers on her hips and she was suddenly aware of the ridge of his arousal against her. Hot, hard and quite substantial, he was pressed against her in a most direct manner.

From behind her, a voice broke their staring contest. "Sorcal, so this is the custom order? Not much to look at, is she?"

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