He’ll stop at nothing to possess what’s his…
For centuries, Kyrian has searched for Allegra Augusta. She isn’t just the vampire who made him immortal—she’s his love, his life, his mate. He’ll stop at nothing to find her again, to claim her for his own.
Allegra won’t stop running. Kyrian is the one man powerful enough to own her, body and soul. If he finds her, she’ll have no choice but to submit, and she’s terrified of losing herself to the primal, shattering pleasure only Kyrian can give.
Reader advisory: This book contains a brief description of abuse.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released elsewhere. It has been revised and reedited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 24th September 2019
Present Day
Allegra Augusta pressed her palms against the glass and let the coolness calm the burning inside her. The floor-length window showcased the ocean view to perfection. In the dusky light, the waves rolled, and crashed against the sand. The ferocity of the tide beating against the shore, the rise and fall of the waves, matched her mood—fiery, determined, ferocious and turbulent.
He was coming. She felt it in her soul. Her body tingled, came alive in a way it hadn’t for centuries. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, her nipples hardened, her pussy creamed. It had been many mortal years since she’d seen Kyrian O’Byrne. Not a day went by without him invading her thoughts, but she’d never allowed herself the luxury of seeking him out.
Her teeth throbbed and her canines lengthened slightly, reminding her that she hadn’t fed. A vampire’s life was a solitary one. Sharing her life with another could be extremely dangerous, as her encounters with Kyrian had proven.
Allegra recalled the first time she’d laid eyes on the handsome druid. It had been a day filled with hope, happiness and the destruction of her freedom…
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Allegra swept her gaze over the powerful druid performing the ritual. Wearing nothing but a coarse black robe, he knelt in the circle of stones, hands and face raised to the heavens. Moonlight danced on the elaborate black and red tattoos that adorned his slightly golden-colored skin. The air around him crackled, sizzled with power as he chanted into the darkness.
Allegra’s body tingled. Her nipples peaked against the heavy velvet of her bodice. Her canines lengthened. Her mouth watered. Desire tasted hot and rich on the back of her tongue.
Yes.
Here was a man worthy of her companionship. She’d been a vampire for over a thousand years, turned by her vampire Master in ancient Rome. She’d had lovers and fed from many humans, males and females, rich and poor. But throughout the centuries she’d never found a companion, one who made her body burn, her soul ache. One powerful enough to match her own abilities.
Until now.
Until him.
She probed his mind and smiled as she hit a solid wall. Unlike other men’s, his had strong barriers she couldn’t penetrate.
How interesting.
He fascinated her. He was a curiosity she needed to unravel. This was the fifth night in a row she’d watched him. Every evening he’d performed a different ritual, each one requiring more power. She’d stood in the shadows and observed, making sure he was the right man, the right companion, to accompany her on the journey through immortality.
His displays of power almost bowed her spine. Magical ability was a powerful aphrodisiac and Allegra couldn’t resist the intense need pounding through her veins. It was time to make her presence known.
She emerged from the shadows and padded silently to the inner circle. She stepped inside and breached his protective barrier. Power crackled, beat at her skin like a thousand tiny butterflies. She drank in the sensations and focused her attention on him.
She stared at his back, the muscles bunched and tensed, pulling the coarse woolen material taut across his shoulders. She opened her mouth to speak and was cut off when his head snapped in her direction. His sharp blue eyes caught her stare and his lips set in a sneer. She smirked.
“Who dares invade the sanctity of the circle?” His voice held a deep, richly accented timbre.
Allegra almost purred at the menace dripping from his tone. She admired spunk in her partners. Anger added a rich texture to blood. Aside from that, she enjoyed sparring. It kept her life interesting.
She circled him and stopped, fixing her gaze on his. “I’ve been watching you, druid. You interest me.”
A sardonic smile appeared on his sculpted face. “And who are you, wench?” There was no fear in his tone, no anxiety at finding out he’d been watched. His arrogant self-belief was a heady trait that made her body sing.
Reaching out with her fingertips, she brushed them against his cheek. Heat erupted across her skin. Saliva flooded her mouth and her canines throbbed. She swiped her tongue across her lips and swallowed. His show of power, his burst of dominance, made her eyelids flutter shut. She let out a low, throaty moan. For a vampire, food and sex were usually entwined, but she craved his body as much as his blood. Her pussy throbbed with the need to be filled, to be fucked.
She had to have him.
“My name is Allegra. Now, druid, tell me yours.”
“Why should I?”
Insolence. She loved that in a man.
“Because I can make you more powerful than you ever dreamed.” She swept a lock of midnight hair from his forehead and gasped as his fingers curled around her wrist.
He jerked her forward until she almost stumbled. He was powerful. For a human.
“And why would you do that? What kind of power are you offering, Allegra? One that takes my soul?” He snorted. “I don’t need what you are offering, demon.”
A smile twitched on the edge of her lips. The disdain in his tone was palpable in the air. He thought her a demon? He wouldn’t make a deal with a demon? How noble. He’d been performing the dark arts for five nights, rituals forbidden to any good druid. Yet he wouldn’t consider an offer of magic from a vampire. If it hadn’t been so ironic, she would have laughed.
“Although there are demons and gods and various other things your mind cannot conceive of, druid, I’m no demon. We aren’t evil. We don’t have blessings from hell. We have a soul. We have a beating heart.”
Freeing herself from his grasp, she swirled her skirts and cloak around her legs, sinking to her knees in front of him. “We are different, just like you.”
She rested her hands on her thighs in a gesture of peace. They sat eye to eye. Their different magics brushed against each other, fighting for dominance—hers was the power of the Revenant. The ability to heal quickly, to live eternally, the power of strength and speed unknown to mortals. She could feel his emotions and influence them within the blink of an eye. His magic was inherently more mystical, coming from the earth and the oceans. She let her power wash over his body, forced it inside and battered his well-erected barriers.
A tic beat erratically in his jaw, the only visual sign he’d been disturbed by her power.
She continued her assault, using all the vampiric tricks her Master had taught her over a thousand years ago. She homed in on his emotions, on his need, on the craving he had for her abilities and her body. Latching on to those emotions, she forced her will onto his, enhanced his need, shot white-hot desire into his mind.
The sensual heat she had shown him bowed his spine. How beautiful he was—a body of lithe, toned grace. His robe gaped open, revealing dusky, caramel skin covered in a light mat of dark hair. But it was his face she couldn’t stop looking at. A strong, masculine jaw, high cheekbones, sculpted lips and dazzling blue eyes. He looked like a Roman god, only more feral.
“So powerful.” His words were a whisper on the wind, his tone reverent, yet there was an undercurrent of need that made her smile. He coveted her power.
“Yes, and I can give you something you’ve been craving, druid. Eternal life. Just think what you could achieve with immortality. All the power of the ages is yours for the taking if only you will reach out and touch it.”
Yes, she could seduce him with the lure of power darker than his own. He would be her immortal companion—strong, powerful, beautiful. He was worthy of the gift.
Multi-published author Scarlett Sanderson is a librarian by day and an erotic romance novelist by night. She lives in suburban England with her husband and dreams of having Lara Croft type adventures. As a reader, she loves to immerse herself in sweeping tales of romance, fantasy and most of all, tantalizing erotica. Those are the elements she tries to weave into the stories she creates, especially if they involve a whole lot of kink!
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