Series: Rulers of Darkness #5
Published by Self Published on October 10th 2017
Genres: Paranormal Romance
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Hardened by centuries of torture, former blood slave, Gabriel Erhard, is driven by an insatiable need to destroy his enemies. Violence darkens his battered soul, leaving no place for mercy in his world. Gabriel’s only desire is vengeance—until he finds her.
Seized by vampires, bound as a slave, and placed on the auction block, Jordan Culver is instantly entranced by the dangerous male who claims her. Jordan’s new captor vows to set her free, but his haunted gaze burns with savage desire and his wicked kiss makes her crave his touch and...complete surrender.
While Gabriel battles his enemies, he will break every sacred law to achieve his ultimate goal—uniting the Outcast Society and creating a new vampire Clan. But the distracting human with mesmerizing violet eyes jeopardizes his plans. With every soft whisper she evokes his tormented memories, testing his sanity and challenging his every boundary. Can Jordan help him overcome the miseries of his past and find a future with her?
Jordan turned the knob and pushed one door open just wide enough so she could slip inside. The room was freezing. She blinked several times, her eyes struggling to adjust to the oppressive darkness. Her gaze locked on the only source of illumination, a strange glowing liquid in a crystal decanter that rested on what she assumed was a bedside table. Drawn by the hypnotic glow, Jordan silently approached the bed.
Gabriel lay on his back, his head turned to the side, the sheets bunched around his waist. Was he nude? Biting her lip she contemplated tugging on the sheets to discover the answer. The soft glow of the mysterious elixir danced over his proud, hauntingly flawless profile. Hard shadows etched along his cheekbones and straight jaw line. The darkness slashed across the wide stone like slab of his torso, accentuating every detail of his chiseled abs and cut pecs. Her ravenous gaze took in every inch of his exposed skin. She’d never thought of a man being beautiful, but Gabriel was masculine perfection. His rigid body the definition of strength and looking at him made her ache to feel all that muscle press against her.
Entranced, Jordan unconsciously took a step closer. His longish blond hair was mussed and spread over the pillow. The unruly strands that fell across his brow seemed to demand she brush them aside, but she remained still. Her gaze fixed on the cruel scar covering Gabriel’s left pectoral.
It was unlike any she’d seen, but she knew the meaning. Gabriel had been enslaved. Realization hit her like a bucket of ice water, the cold slicing her to the bone. That’s why he fought Boras, why he raided the warehouses, and explained why he’d made it a personal mission to find her. Seeing the angry, raised pattern, Jordan was struck with the need to know what he’d been through, what he’d survived.
With trembling fingers she reached out—
A short, sharp cry tore from her lips as the darkness swirled around her. Fingers locked around her throat, her feet dangled. Jordan didn’t struggle. She’d been trapped like his before, but never unarmed and never by a vampire as strong as Gabriel. Taking in even breaths, she remained calm knowing if he intended to hurt her, or worse, he’d have done so by now. Vampires didn’t hesitate they struck, fed, and killed.
His chest bowed and his shoulders quaked as he drew in rough breaths. The air hissed past his long, lethal fangs. Power, so raw, it emitted from him like a scent. Gabriel’s eyes were black, feral and riveted on her with a look of absolute possession. Undeniable, untamable lust burned in their depths, he wanted to claim her—devour her. Jordan trembled from the force of his predatory stare, her heart skipped a beat, her blood spiked with desire. God help her, she wanted to claimed by this male. Truly claimed, in every way.
He lowered her to her feet and loosened his hold, but kept her pinned as if he worried she’d slip away. Leaning down, he tilted his head, his breath caressed her ear. Jordan’s eyes drifted closed when he growled low, “You’re not afraid?”
Heat blossomed within her and pooled between her thighs. “No.”
His fingers skipped over her suddenly too sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine. He gripped her jaw and wrenched her head to the side, revealing her pulse. “Sweet, sweet jasmine.” His velvet voice rumbled with a demonic roughness that made every cell within her sizzle.
Gripping her ass, Gabriel lifted her. Quicker than a blink, Jordan found herself crushed against the wall, solid chest to soft breasts. Instinctively, she wound her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. As if unable to help himself, Gabriel thrust his erection against her then suddenly went still. His muscles shook as he willed himself not to move.
The robe tangled around her hips and slipped between her thighs, the silk the only barrier between them. Gabriel was gloriously nude and she was thrilled to find his long shaft was ridged, hot, and thick. It pulsed against her, teasing her, tormenting her. Seeking, demanding.
Jordan brought her parted lips to his shoulder and waited for his response. Gabriel didn’t pull away or command that she stop. Encouraged, she kissed her way to his neck and paused at his pulse. Inexplicable desires ravaged her—to bite him, to feel his body press her down as she drank of him. Stunned, she pulled back. Taking a vampire’s blood was forbidden and yet she hungered for him.
Her lips hovering over his artery, her breath a feather light caress against his heated flesh, Gabriel growled and craned his head to the side. Was he giving her permission?
She flicked her tongue out to taste his skin. Eyes rolling back, she moaned.
Gabriel’s hands tightened on her ass, holding her firmly against his cock. She tentatively rolled her hips. Oh, yes. Electricity shot through her and left her panting, yearning. She rocked against him again, this time drawing a pleasured, pained groan from him, “Slow.”
No. Not slow. She needed. She craved more.
Tilting her hips forward, seeking more pressure, Jordan ground herself against his hard length. “Yes, yes.”
Lost, she rode him relentlessly and ignored his grated warnings to be careful, gentle. She didn’t want tame. She wanted wild. She wanted his strength. She wanted him, fully, completely, nothing held back. But he released her, slamming his fists against the wall. Framing her head, he supported his weight on his forearms. His head bowed, his breath rasped against her ear.
Touch me, she wanted to shout, but her voice had abandoned her. She was already on the edge of bliss. If she kissed him now, she’d come. She was desperate for release. Each undulation of her hips against him increased her agony.
Tunneling her fingers into his hair, she tugged his head down to hers. She could already feel the delicious tingling sensations of her mounting orgasm. Their lips a gasp apart—
The room spun and she staggered. Her legs too weak to support her, she stumbled and reached out, gripping the bedside table to steady herself.
No, no, no! Her body trembled from her denied release and shivered from the loss of his heat. Wrapping her arms around her middle, Jordan desperately held herself together. God, she felt like she was falling apart and Gabriel was the only one who could put her back together.
He stood on the opposite side of the bed, his back to her. So close, yet it seemed as if the mattress were a continent between them.
Why had he pulled away? Jordan was about to ask when Gabriel’s curse stung her ears.
He was angry.
She flinched when he growled another verse of profanities.
No. Angry wasn’t a strong enough word. He was infuriated.
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