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By: Diana Castilleja | Other books by Diana Castilleja
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-934678-90-9

Word Count: 75,000
Heat Index (3)

Categories: Vampires/Werewolves Paranormal/Horror Suspense/Mystery

Blurb:

Diego Viteri has lived for centuries with only one real goal, to avenge himself against the one who destroyed the man that he was and created the creature he is now. He is suffering a growing loneliness that is becoming impossible to ignore. His only reason for not ending his life is to see that Brakka is served his justice and then, Diego can rest.

The last thing he is expecting is to have an encounter with a human woman who is willing to jump between himself and Brakka during a harsh and bloody battle. Their one meeting changes everything for Diego, bringing to life emotions and wants that he has long believed to be as dead as he is.

As he follows Titania and her band, his needs reshape into something that he can't ignore. Before he knows what he has done, he bonds with her and sets into motion the very thing he swore he would never do to another person. He has shared his curse and in the process may have very well killed her. And there is only one choice to be made to try to save her.

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Diego knew as he carried her to her room that he should turn away, but his reasons were gone. She deserved the whole truth. He did not blink as he opened her door with a whispered command, securing the locks with hardly a thought, the warmth of her body still pressed against him. He was a living, breathing flame beneath her trusting touch.

Her lips were a soft petal pink, her skin flushed with desire, her heart beating wildly. He had forced himself to leave her side more than once although his hunger for this one woman had raged through him. It had not ceased since that first kiss.

She pressed herself into his hold when her feet touched solid ground beneath them, her curves molding to him deliciously. He loved the way her hair slid through his fingers, weaving them through the dark mass, absorbing the heat of her into his body.

His lips trailed along her jaw to settle near her ear, her scent filling his mind, his every nerve, until he crackled like a livewire with wanting her. He pressed his forehead to hers.

“Titania. Tell me now, tell me no, and I will leave.” Please, he silently begged. He had left the last of his strength on the wharf. Even recriminations did not hold enough weight to stop him.

Her blue eyes were bright with an untapped passion when he lifted to search her face. Her features shined in the moonlight passing through the open curtains of the window. She stole his breath, she was so beautiful to him. His heart beat with a wild rhythm, all the while feelings he had forgotten tore through him: possessiveness, tenderness, enjoyment in another’s voice, in their touch. His world was flying apart, shattering, and even as it frightened him, his desire to answer the call of her darkening gaze was not ignorable.

He was shocked to find his hands were shaking when he lifted them to cradle her face. His voice was gone, all the promises he wanted to make to alleviate fears, unsaid. He was lost in the darkened passion of her eyes.

Her lips were sweet when he lowered his to them, caressing, brushing with tenderness. An unknown urge to lay his mark, to announce his claim for her, was rising, becoming a heated brand on his thoughts. He knew she was innocent, but she accepted him. She trusted him. That stunned his brain, freezing him for a heartbeat.

How could she trust death? He had ruined her life! But even that was a fleeting thought when her hands lifted to slide over his body, eradicating thought completely. Diego delved between the sweet shape of her lips, feeling her wrap her arms around him. Her body fit perfectly with his. He knew it even still dressed as they were. Somehow, this one woman had been made for him.

He forced himself to move slowly, to savor every caress, every whispered breath. He slid his fingers down her arms, felt her answering shiver, heard the racing of her own heart. His touch gentled more as he began to slide her shirt up, pulling it over her and away.

All he could do was stare. Soft, pale globes of flesh encased in red satin. “My favorite color,” he breathed. “Beautiful, cara.” He dipped his head and graced each with a slow moving kiss. Her arms found him, holding on tightly.

He braced an arm under her knees, finding her mouth as he lifted her. Like a precious treasure, he laid her down on the bed, simply looking at the beauty he had been granted. He stretched out with her, his fingers following the curve of her shoulder and down her body to trail away gently on her thigh.

He thrilled at her sigh of wonder, which turned into a heated moan when he lowered his head to tease the hard peak of one nipple between tender teeth. He maneuvered his hand behind her and removed her bra, letting it slide down her arms to be tossed away. He groaned, finding the lusciousness of her body exposed to him.

There were no words to describe what was happening inside him, what he felt. So he told her with his touch, his lips, his gaze. Lush, kiss-pinked lips curved in answer. She knew. Somewhere in the back of his passion-soaked mind, he knew she was in his thoughts, entrenched, as he was in hers. She would always know.

He kissed a trail from her jaw to the valley of her breasts, inhaling her fragrance like the garden she was to his senses. Soft, flushed skin, her lush hair, the call of her feminine scent. Diego absorbed it all. He would never be free from her.

He laved long kisses on her breasts, their softness fitting perfectly into his touch. She writhed and moaned when he drew one hard tip into the damp heat of his mouth. Soft, keening sounds of passion were growing with each caress.

He pressed a palm against her center, and she tensed. “I need to see you. All of you.” She relaxed as he nipped at her stomach, muscles jumping once when he found the recess of her belly button. His touch was as slow as he could make it, fighting the growing urgency to make her his. The need was a growing, burning thing, crawling through him.

Jeans slid away, the red strip of cloth that covered her center insignificant as they disappeared with a single pull. He swallowed as he gazed upon her, lying trusting beneath his touch.

“I do not deserve you.” Her eyes glowed, sexy, dark and heady in the moon’s glow through the hotel window.

Her hands gripped the bed sheets when he let his mouth move over her again, when he delicately probed her heat with his tongue. He was bathed in the feeling of her trust, the newness arcing over her with brilliant, electric color, without a taint of fear anywhere.

For the first time in centuries, during a life of loneliness and solitude that had known no bounds, he forgot he was cursed. Forgot everything as he sought her pleasure.

Her touch was tentative, but growing surer as her own passions rose with his and her own needs became unbearable, desiring. Clothes disappeared with a thought.

Lightning arced between them as he rose above her, his fingers tracing the delicate shape of her hips, of her breasts, until he lay cradled between her thighs. He clenched his teeth as blinding ecstasy surged through him, her wet heat beckoning. He found her mouth then found his home as he possessed her. He swallowed her sharp cry, absorbing the pain. She was his.

His movements were slow, building her up again. Nails raked his back as passion flared through her, engulfed him. He tasted her skin with his tongue. Heat consumed them.

Hunger like he’d never felt knifed through him, clawed at him. A taste. Just a taste of her. He gritted his teeth, fought against it. He could not endanger her.

He thrust deeper, fighting the call, needing to feel her to keep him grounded as wave after wave of rapture flowed from her, bathed him in her joy. Sharp need sliced through his bliss. The pressure grew, a white hot hunger demanding fulfillment.

His lips flowed over the gentle slope of her jaw, his tongue bathing her in sensual heat. She arched immediately into the sensation, throwing her head back in invitation. She called to him. Deep. Primal.

He could smell the sweet call of blood, felt the raging way it pulsed through her body, heard the hard pulsating of her heart behind her ribs. Hot. Needy. Hungry. His lips glided down her throat, and she moaned in answer. She accepted his need as a part of him, and he couldn’t deny himself any longer.

Reason was gone. There was only Titania. There was only need. He needed to taste, to savor. To claim. She shivered when he caressed her skin, his tongue laving sensually against her pulse. She whimpered once in answer, in need. Incisors exploded into his mouth. For the first time in his dark life, when his teeth sank deep, he left his mark, branding her for eternity.

Ecstasy. Sweet divinity. His mind filled with radiant color. Lightning seared him, wrapped around him. Her taste was like no other. Hot, sweet, addictive. She poured into him, filled him, filled the aching, empty void of his soul as he devoured her. Pleasure like he’d never known coursed through his body, through his mind. His body thrust deeper still, filling her, feeling her release as her body moved with his.

He closed the narrow wounds with a tender caress, gripping her closer when she cried out, barely able to restrain the glory of the moment from exploding from his body. He shattered into a kaleidoscope of colors, yelling her name.

His breathing was ragged as he cradled her in his arms, pressing his face to her skin, bracing his weight off her slimmer body. A languorous feeling he had never experienced stole over him.

For the first time ever, his insatiable needs, his burning hunger was sated. His insides were not clawing apart with hunger. He felt completely at peace.

Aftershocks traveled up and down her delicate frame, soft moans, sliding from between kiss-swollen lips. His scent mingled with hers, the mixture of sex and first blood blended strongly on his senses, in the room.

Something had been different from the very beginning. He was powerless to fight destiny, but Brakka was out there. And others would look for her specifically now that she had been claimed. He had essentially put a “do not touch, trespassers will be destroyed” sign on her. He knew she was not a stay inside kind of woman. That thought terrified him.

Guilt slammed into him anew. He had stolen so much from her. Her freedom, her career. She could not possibly continue with her life at risk for each appearance. She was going to hate him. There was no doubt.

Fingers trailed across his shoulder. “What is it?” Her voice was soft, husky with sated desire. He could not believe when he felt his body’s reaction to it. After so long without a soul to match his, he was beginning to understand what a miracle she was to him.

He rose on his elbows, looking down at her beautiful face. His fingers automatically found the warm richness of her hair, spread like a thick, black blanket around them. “I will not let you go. Not now, not ever. It is bound to cause problems.”

Dazzling eyes stared back into his. “Like Houston?”

He brushed a kiss across each lid. “He is only one. I knew when I found you, things were going to happen. I did not know how.”

She studied him. “You’re not telling me everything, are you?” Her fingers traced his mouth. He smiled, kissing each fingertip. She really liked his mouth.

He slid from her, keeping her cradled, his legs imprisoning her. “No. Not yet. I do not know how,” he admitted. “But we will work through this.” I will always protect what is mine, he silently vowed.