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Comfortable accommodation in a restored country manor house and surrounding cottages. Every luxury is assured and the management is committed to meeting the guests' every need -- no matter what it takes. Maria Lucia Mannaro returns to L'Auberge Pipistrelli intent on taking her place in the family business. Her big Alpha Wolf brothers are not entirely comfortable with her determination to take over as Head Chef. Fortunately they don't know about the vampire lover she's come home to, or they'd be even more annoyingly overprotective. Meanwhile, Marcel finds himself providing his own special brand of entertainment for a guest who enjoys bondage.
Maria paused mid step. Had to to catch her breath as a wild rush of need and long unsatisfied desire swamped her mind and send her cunt flowing. How Acelin could have this effect on her was a total mystery but the sheer joy of knowing nothing had changed over five years had her running towards him. Forget dignity and appearances, she wanted him. Caught in the power of a vampire embrace, she was swung off her feet and up to the ceiling before he lowered her, held her close and plastered his mouth on hers. Dear God! How she’d missed this! She opened her lips and not waiting a split second, thrust her tongue deep and molded her body against his. Oh! The sheer trill of his hard, cool body pressing against her breasts and his arms around her, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss, lifting her just a little so her feet dangled. Darn him! She nudged a little higher up his body, wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed herself against his erection. She’d have thrown back her head and howled for joy if he hadn’t been holding her face steady as he kissed deeper and fiercer until her heart raced and her blood thrummed in her ears. How she’d missed him. It had been so long and need roared in her soul. And his. As she clung to him her heat warmed his cool body. They were so gloriously matched: Vampire and Lupomannaro. Two opposite beings who complemented each utterly. This was so impossible, so incredible and so perfect and so... Footsteps approached, someone whistling what sounded suspiciously like the 1812 overture finale approached. Acelin broke the kiss, snarled at the approaching figure, giving her a very up close and personal view of his extended fangs, and hissed, “Damn, impudent fledgling!” as he spun, and almost leapt into his room, kicking the door shut behind them. “Sorry about that,” he said, “These young vampires are the giddy limit.” The frown melted into his lovely, sexy smile. “Now, where were when when we were so rudely interrupted? Ah! yes.” And his mouth came back. She was lost back into his kiss, only vaguely aware he was still moving and lifting her skirt as he set her down on the edge of his dressing table. Once she was steady, he lifted his mouth again, this tine to kiss her forehead and her eyelids, as he said. “Sorry about that. Some new vampire. Damn Swiss neophyte the others voted into the colony because he can sing. He needs a good challenge and bloodletting.” “Not now, please, Acelin. I was thinking more along the lines of make love not war.” He had the sexiest chuckle, And the most panties-dampening smile as he stroked the side of her face. “For you, my love, anything.” His other hand had her blouse unbuttoned and she shivered with anticipation as his cool fingers slipped inside her bra. “I suppose,” he said, his fingers tweaking her left nipple. “You’ll complain if I tear the clothes off your lovely body before fucking you.’ “You bet. I’ve got to drive back this evening.” “You really have to?” Now her right nipple felt the pinch and pull and she let out a moan before replying. “Acelin, I just arrived this afternoon and the only reason I got here now was I sneaked out.“ (Ridiculous really as if she were still a teenager but that was the way it was. At least for now.) “And left them a note. I think I gave the impression I was having a drink with a school friend.” “You wicked girl,” Acelin replied, laughing. If I had more time, I’d spank you.” Not while she lived and breathed but the threat sent her pussy flowing. “If we had more time, I’d expect a soft bed and smooth sheets.” “Alas, we don’t. Next time I’ll see to the smooth sheets.” As he spoke, her blouse and bra hit the floor and he stood back, hands steadying her waist as he admired her breasts. “You are so beautiful, Maria,” he said, his voice taut with the same need that thrummed though her body. He bent to kiss her breasts, taking her left breast in his lips and tugging gently as his tongue curled over her tight nipple and he rubbed his fangs over her skin. This time she did throw back her head and let out a slow, almost silent, yowl. Not giving her any pause, he moved to her other breast, teasing and tugging. This time he gently pierced the skin around her aureole and as he sucked, the thrill and wild sensation raced right down to her pussy. She was flooding and her clit ached with need.
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