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THE TURNING KISS
They have nothing to lose…except the one gift they never expected to find.
Ilana escaped a life of sex slavery, using her extraordinary beauty to survive among the few remaining wealthy humans in London. But she has higher aspirations. For two years she has haunted the BDSM dungeons of the Midnight Playground, hungering for The Turning Kiss—that deep drink that will make her one of them. An immortal vampire.
Turned out onto the streets of Edinburgh as a child, Calam’s tortured path led him to a job at the club, where he also engages in exotic and dangerous sex play with its clientele. Craving, like Ilana, the eternal escape of the Turning Kiss.
Ilana is undeniably drawn to the beautiful Scotsman, but she has no time to waste; the club takes no one over thirty. When a sinfully compelling vampire pair brings them together for an unusual foursome, she and Calam are shocked to discover it isn’t the vampires they crave, it’s the tenderness and emotion they feel for each other.
After years of seeking to feel something, anything, other than the pain of the past, the ultimate gift is within Ilana’s reach. Yet the cost—leaving her heart behind with a mortal—could be more than she can bear.
Konstantine held a curtain aside, and Luka led Ilana into one of the larger alcoved rooms. In the center was a bed large enough to fit a number of people and covered in dark red velvet. The vampires adored luxurious surroundings. So did she. But she would have been every bit as aroused with this gorgeous pair in the slums.
“But you are here,” Konstantine said, reading her thoughts. He ran a fingertip along her jaw line, down the side of her neck. Immediately, her body was covered in goose flesh. In need. “You are here, with us. Our plaything for the evening. If you please us, we may take you upstairs to the dungeon, which I know you enjoy. Yes?”
“We are new to the London club,” Konstantine told her. “We arrived just last night from Moscow. Our friend, Ever, told us all about you. You know of him?”
She nodded. “Yes. He is one of the owners of the club. I’ve seen him once or twice in the dungeons, but from afar. May I…ask what he told you about me?”
She didn’t need to know. But she loved the tone of Konstantine’s deep voice. She always loved listening to the vampires speak. There was something rich about their voices. Unique. Their voices were as ethereally gorgeous as the rest of them.
“He told us you enjoy the same darker play we do. In the dungeons. That you love the kiss of the paddle. The sting of the whip. We would have seen that in you, anyway, of course. He thought you might be a good match for us. That your coolness would please me. The better to break you down.” He smiled, his grin wicked. “But he also spoke of something deeper in you. He was right, as he always is.”
She smiled, and he smiled back, his eyeteeth catching the dim amber light from the sconces on the wall. She could see in his ancient gaze his desire for her. Desire and the shadows the older vampires so often carried.
“But,” Luka interjected, “with a human, you could top beautifully, I think.” He stroked her hair. It felt as if he was touching her skin, all over, all at once. Desire pooled between her thighs. “I can see you wielding the whip yourself. You are so cool. So controlled. So elegant. Would you enjoy that, Ilana?”
“I will do what you like. For your pleasure. For my own.”
She was giving them nothing other than what she wanted. Submitting to these two creatures was only fulfilling the fantasies she’d had since she’d first heard about the vampire clubs.
“I would like very much to see that,” Konstantine said, moving in closer. “I would like to see our little ice queen command another human. But after we have conquered her coldness ourselves.” His hands went around her waist and he pulled her into his hard body.
They felt as if they were carved from granite, the vampires. Velvet-soft skin over solid stone. When she pressed into his flesh, her hips arching into his, it gave way only the tiniest bit. As Luka pressed in behind her, she felt the rigid shaft of his erect cock against the small of her back. He was hard, harder than any human male could possibly be. And yet, there was some give there. His flesh was not yet as ancient as Konstantine’s. She loved the contrast of the two of them. Their bodies. Konstantine’s thoroughly masculine face that was all raw edges and Luka’s softer features. Konstantine’s pale, pale skin and Luka’s that lovely gold.
Their hands were everywhere, smoothing over her skin—her shoulders, her arms, her hips and thighs. She was heating up inside, her body responding, beginning to drown in sensation already.
It was only in these moment that she truly felt alive. Felt anything. The extreme and hard-edged pleasure of vampire flesh. But what she really required in order to feel, to open up, was the harder play. The whip, as they had mentioned. Spanking. Bondage. Being commanded into submission, which was the only place she felt safe enough to let go.
She shuddered, need pulsing between her thighs, in her aching breasts.
“We’re going to undress you now,” Luka whispered into her hair.
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