Author Topaz Jordyn
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Tanar's Forbidden Love/Chronicles of the Vampire Society Vol. 2
Chapter One
Tanar sat watching Sloane from the rooftop across the street from her condo. This had been his routine every night. Tanar thought back on that night. The night his life had changed forever and fate had thrown him a curve ball. He had been injured and stumbled out of the alleyway. She had been right there to catch him, as if she had been waiting for him. His rescuer, and now she was his tormentor. She occupied his almost every thought. His mind was still fuzzy about the events that had passed during the weeks he was MIA. But he recalled some of it, almost in a dream-like state. The sound of her beautiful voice and he could still feel soft caress of her hands on his body. He sat musing to himself, wondering why he felt such an overwhelming need to be close to her.
He scanned the street below. He felt like a stalker. Had he become obsessed with her? Was there some unforeseen force drawing him to her? She had nursed him back to health, taking care of him when he could not take care of himself. That night seemed so long ago. Had it only been a month or so? His thoughts and dreams had been taken over by this human female. He was at war with himself, fighting a battle that was already lost. Tanar decided to share his fantasies with her. He sent her a mental pulse and entered her dreams. He showed her animalistic passion and tapped into her untamed lust. Making her crave his touch—need his touch.
If he possessed any sense at all, he would leave her alone. But for some reason he could not stop. She was like a drug and he was hooked—a junkie needing his fix. He waited—watching, growing impatient with every moment that passed. He got comfortable. He made sure to have a clear view of the windows. He did not want to miss anything. He wanted her to be asleep before he went to her. Tanar’s common sense screamed at him, ‘Have you lost your damn mind?’ But his body said, ‘Go for it, man. Handle yours.’
Tanar watched with anticipation as the lights went out in her apartment. He crossed the street, and crept onto the fire escape like a thief in the night. He waited impatiently, hoping she had fallen asleep by now. He crouched in front of the window and mentally unlatched the lock. Sliding the window open, he ducked his head low as he climbed into her apartment. His Timb boots made a slight thud when he dropped down on the carpeted floor. Tanar moved stealthy through the apartment like a wolf on the hunt and headed straight for the bedroom. The layout of her place came to him like second nature. He stood at the bedroom door, watching. Waiting for what, he did not know. He could hear her gentle breathing. He inhaled deeply, smelling her natural scent. She smelled of roses and all female. Her scent was intoxicating. He grabbed the door frame to steady himself.
Tanar pushed away from the door and moved into the bedroom. He stopped at the side of the bed and stared down at her for a moment. He watched her closely as he reached down, removing the sheet that covered her luscious form. His eyes devoured her lovingly. He shook his head with alarm. Was this love or lust he was feeling? This question plagued him, his body trembling with need. She was so beautiful and seductive, with perfect breasts. Her light brown skin looked smooth and sweet. Her dark brown hair fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes were the color of hazel, of that he was certain. Hell, he had knowledge of every damn part of her body in minute detail. Right down to the two moles on her back and the dimple on her left butt cheek.
He had dreamed of those beautiful hazel eyes so many times. Beckoning to him, calling him to come and take her. His attention was drawn to her mouth. She moaned, moving in her sleep. She adjusted her position on the bed, opening her legs, and giving him a full view of her center. Tanar inhaled deeply, catching the scent of her arousal fully. He was so overwhelmed with emotion. He dropped to one knee trying to steady himself. He tried to muster up the strength to leave her untouched.
She moaned again and he was lost. His clothes were gone in a flash, thrown to the floor in a heap. His body coiled with anticipation—primed and ready for action. He touched her, lightly caressing her breasts through the fabric of her tee shirt. He watched her body react to his touch, her back arching instinctively.
Sloane slowly opened her eyes, delicious sensations moving all over her body. She was so hot. She rubbed her moistened thighs together as her juices flowed from her center. The sheets under her felt damp to the touch. She focused her eyes and watched the captive of her dreams—the man she had nursed back to health. The man she could not stop thinking about. The man she had fantasized about every night since that night. She tried to get her voice to work, finally saying, “It’s you.” Her words came out as a sigh, a seductive caress even to her ears. Did he hear her, she wondered? She tried to hold back a moan as he continued touch and caress her skin. Sloane bit her lower lip, letting her head fall back onto the pillow. She closed her eyes briefly as she felt her tee shirt being tugged up her body. His hands felt so firm, so strong and sure. He moved down her body to remove her panties, but he still did not say a word. She spoke again, her voice raspy, “I have been waiting for you. Hoping you would come back to me.” Sloane saw his eyes close briefly, as if her words moved over him like a gentle stroke of her hand.
*
Tanar groaned low in his throat, coming down to claim her mouth with a searing kiss. His tongue dove into the sweetness of her mouth. Making her shiver in his arms, he wanted to take her over the edge—then bring her back to do it again. Tanar tore his mouth from hers, trying to slow his untamed passion from veering out of control. His blood burned like liquid fire and only this human female could put out the flame that burned deep in his belly. Damn she is hot, he thought to himself.
“This was a mistake,” he said suddenly in a low, husky growl. Sanity grabbed hold of him before it was too late. Tanar got up off the small bed that held her womanly curves. It was the hardest thing he had ever done.
She grabbed his arm. With urgency in her voice, her words came out in a rush, “Don’t go. Stay with me. Take me, love me—make me yours.”
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. His head screamed, ‘Leave—leave now!’ But his other head had different plans altogether. He made up his mind in a matter of seconds. Tanar bent down, kissing her again, getting lost in her once more. He kissed his way down to her neck as his fangs dropped with a mind of their own. He felt her pulse point beat beneath his lips. His fangs tingled with need. He opened his mouth to striking position and then bit down into the delectable flesh at the curve of her neck.
He heard her moan deep in her throat. Her hands ran through his hair as she held him close to her neck. She lifted her hips off the bed in the throes of passion. Her body shivered in what he hoped was pleasure.
Tanar’s first thought was, ‘There was no turning back now. He took what she offered. He marked her as his. He left his scent of possession all over her. His fangs deep in the main artery at her neck, his breathing became labored with each pull at her throat. His manhood brushed against the soft skin of her belly. Tanar retracted his fangs from her neck and licked her wounds, willing the fang marks to heal. He started kissing a trail to her breasts and suckled her sweet ripe mounds.
Her moans of pleasure were sweet music to his ears as he licked his way down to her womanly center. He took in the sweet, sweet scent of her arousal. He spread her legs wide, holding her inner thighs apart. His strong male hands gripped her soft flesh firmly. Tanar lowered his head and dove right into her lusciousness. Sloane ran her fingers through his hair holding his head to her core. With each lick and stroke of his tongue, he brought her closer to a glorious explosion of euphoria. Tanar connected with Sloane mentally. He could feel Sloane’s release as slammed into her. She rotated her pelvis, keeping her folds pressed against his partially opened mouth.
‘Oh yeah, give it to me, baby,’ Tanar thought. The taste of her drove him crazy with pure primal lust. He proceeded to give her a love bite. He pierced her inner thigh with his fangs and drank deeply. He felt like a ravenous beast as he raised his body above her. He watched her with passion filled eyes while he placed his male shaft at her entrance. He could feel her juices surround him as he guided his sex into her, sheathing himself fully inside her softness. She cried out in what Tanar thought was pleasure.
*
Sloane moved restlessly beneath him, trying to get his big behind off of her. Everything had been wonderful before that moment. She had known what to expect. She was well versed in the human anatomy and all the facts about sexual intercourse. But she had not realized it would hurt so much. How could the tearing of a small piece of flesh be so painful? She felt as if he was trying to rip her in two.
*
Tanar was still imbedded in her passage, unaware he had hurt her. He was so tuned into the feeling of her softness surrounding him. ‘She is so tight,’ he thought as her inner muscles squeezed his manhood. He pumped his hips back and forth in long purposeful strokes. Unaware that Sloane lay still trying to get the slight pain out of her mind.
He continued his stride. Wanting her to feel the passion, and pleasure, he was trying to give her. She was so tight and it felt so damn good to be inside her. He thought he saw the brief look of pain cross her face before it turned to pleasure. He paused briefly, letting her adjust to his massive size, he continued his in-and-out circular motion.
*
At first, Sloane wanted him to stop, but as he moved with poetic rhythm inside her, all she could do was voice what she wanted. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop!”He growled at her request, kicking up his thrusting full throttle, pulling out, and thrusting forward again. “Oh my goodness, ohhhhhhh myyyyyy gooooooodnesss!” was all Sloane could voice, her voice getting higher with each thrust.
He hit all the right spots and she unfolded. She clenched her muscles around him, taking everything he had to give and wanting more. She felt him pump into her one last time. She watched him above her. He held his weight on his elbows, like he was trying not to crush her. He was still panting like he had been on an all-out run. She kept her arms wrapped around his body, holding him close to her, and hoping he wouldn’t disappear.
Sloane tried to memorize every feature of his face while she gave herself time to get up the nerve to speak. Finally, she asked, “What’s your name?” She had not found any identification on him that night, so she had no idea what his name was. Sloane blushed. She was pretty sure it was kind’a late for introductions. She could still feel him deep inside her. She mentally shrugged away any embarrassment she felt and she lifted her hand to caress his face.
He told her his name, “Tanar.”
Sloane tried it out, letting his name roll off her tongue, “Tanar.” His name was different and exotic. His voice sounded so deep and seductive. Sloane responded. “My name is Sloane.”
*
Tanar smiled at her before responding. “I know your name, Sloane Truhart. I have thought of you every day and every night since I woke up in your bed. When I woke up, and you were not here, I found your hospital ID on top of your dresser.” Tanar left out the part about having searched her house and getting all the intel he could on her from central command.
Tanar saw the relief cross her face. He wanted to reassure her. “Nothing could have kept me away from you, Sloane.” He got off the bed and stretched. He looked down at his shaft and saw the blood there. He quickly looked down at Sloane with concern. Her inner thigh was smeared with blood, the dark red spot glistening off her caramel colored skin.
Tanar looked into Sloane’s eyes before speaking. “I am truly sorry I was so rough with you. I was so wild with lust, I lost control.” He raked his hands through his hair in disgust.
*
Sloane heard the sincerity in his voice and was touched. “It was going to happen if you were rough or gentle. I am—was—a virgin.” Sloane saw the shock and surprise cross his face. “Don’t look so surprised. All these years I never perceived what held me back, so I guess I was waiting for you.” Sloane smiled shakily, watching Tanar closely.
He plopped down onto the bed.
*
Tanar was in shock. He had been the first to taste her sweetness. No other man had touched this beautiful woman. No one would ever touch her, but me. The thought caused him to smile with a possessive grin.
“Thank you, my beautiful Sloane, for bestowing such a sacred gift upon me. I am truly honored.” He kissed the palm of her hand then held it to his cheek for a moment, feeling her warmth. Then he stood, picked her up in his strong arms, and carried her to the bathroom. He started the bath, placing her in the tub. As the water rose, he picked up a sponge and grabbed the body gel. Squeezing the gel on to the sponge, he soaped her up, making sensual circles, caressing, massaging, and finally, rinsing her off. The scene was so erotic. He could feel her breasts grow heavy and her skin grew flushed.
Tanar could smell the sexual scent of her arousal even through the bubbles. “Easy baby, it’s too soon. You’re going to be sore. Let me finish washing you, and then I will satisfy you in other ways.” She smiled faintly.
He tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but he would have liked nothing more than to make sweet love to her again and again all night long, her welcoming heat tightening around him. Taking him to new heights of pleasure—have mercy. Tanar gave himself a hard mental shake as he finished washing her. There were questions he had no answers for. Never mating with a human before, he was in uncharted territory. Would she conceive from their mating?
Tanar answered his own question. Hell yeah, Tanar thought. His family was fertile as hell and that was fact. When he bit her, and drew her blood into him, would she turn vampire from their transference of fluids? He would have to talk to his father, Devlin and eventually the king. No scratch that—Devlin, his father, and then the king. That was not a conversation he was looking forward to having any time soon.
He was betrothed to another, but he could not marry her. No—correction—he would not marry her. He wanted Sloane, and no one else would do—period. Tanar swore to himself passionately. What the hell have you got yourself into? He had to face the facts. He was obsessed with her and would have her at any cost. That cost he did not want to think about right now. He picked Sloane up after toweling her off, and took her back to the bed. Laying her down, he pleasured her body with his mouth and tongue. Just as he had promised, he started from her head, stroking her hair with his hands. Moving his way down, he laid light butterfly kisses on her face lovingly. He moved to her mouth, and then her neck. Tanar kissed a trail down to her woman’s center and gave her pleasure. Tanar licked and sucked at her folds so well, he thought she had passed out for a second.
He snaked his tongue out cleaning his face, while he made his way back to her mouth. He melded their lips together and got lost in their kiss. Tanar broke contact, trying to catch his breath. How could this wisp of a human female affect him so badly? His thoughts became muddled. The height of his lust and passion consumed him like a wild brush fire. A fire that burned within him and it was threatening to devour everything in its path. It would burn him alive with savage passion and intensity that was self destructive. Tanar lay beside Sloane for a while trying to sort his feelings out. He could not understand the bond they shared, nor could he comprehend it. He was immortal and she was human. They were from two different worlds. How could their love survive? He thought about it, and he recognized it immediately. He loved Sloane. He would go to hell and back for her. Tanar was determined to have her. No matter what the cost. “Sloane, I have to go,” he said abruptly.
*
Sloane got a little nervous. She didn’t want to seem like she was clinging. “When will I see you again?” she asked. She tried to keep the sadness from her voice, but knew she failed miserably. She did not want him to disappear from her life again. She had just found him and she did not want to lose her newfound happiness. Sloane had so many questions and not enough time to get the answers for them. The man of her dreams was getting ready to leave before she could even wrap her mind around things. Sloane had not considered her lustful actions. She had unprotected sex with a complete stranger. Being in the medical profession, she knew the risks. But why had she thrown caution to the wind? Why did she feel so intoned, and so connected to him? What she felt was beyond a mere attraction.
Sloane looked up as his baritone voice moved over her like silk. “I do not know,” Tanar responded with regret lacing his every word. “I will try to come to you tomorrow.”
Dream Lover/Chronicles of the Vampire Society Vol. 1
Devlin materialized on a rooftop overlooking her bedroom window. From his vantage point, he would be able to see her as soon as she passed into his line of vision. He remembered from his few visits with Tanar exactly where her suites were, it had been a few years but for some reason that little bit of info had stayed imbedded in his mind. For a moment, he had second thoughts. But he stayed put, and suddenly, she passed in front of the window, stretching as if she had just awakened. He was instantly attracted to her. She was beyond beautiful, and he wanted to inhale her feminine scent, to possess the very essences of her, to caress her firm woman's curves, to run his tongue over her skin the color of sun-kissed honey.Tankura stopped in mid-stride, looking in his direction, and he held his breath. She was searching for something. Does she sense me? Does she know I'm watching her? She scanned her surroundings once more before she turned with her bodyguard in tow. Devlin let out his pent-up breath in a rush. With his heart pounding in his ears, he ran his tongue across his lips. Catching it on the razor-sharp tip of his incisors, he tasted the salty flavor of his own blood. Damn, he had dropped his fangs.He watched as she continued to walk past the window with that badass strut of hers. Damn, he thought. He watched her until she disappeared into the house.
Devlin caught sight of a small army of guards within.Not that she needed them.Tankura had been trained since a child in the art of defense and weapons, and now, as an adult, Devlin could tell she would be a force to reckon with. The information he had gathered from Omega central command data base, along with the little info he got out of Tanar. He knew her fighting skills were very impressive. The only detail he had not learned about her was what she looked like?
Fortunately, from what he could see, she looked fine as hell. One of the guards came back onto the balcony and scanned the skyline. Devlin shifted behind a battlement, trying to come down from his heightened state of arousal. She could not have seen him; he had blocked his presence with a mental shield. But she had looked right in his direction. Could he be slipping, or was their bond just that strong? Devlin did not know for sure. Wanting to get a better look at his mate, having an overwhelming need to be in her presence, Devlin dematerialized and entered the estate undetected.
He made sure to up his game, disarming the security system and making himself undetectable. He tracked her mentally and found her in the gym. She had changed into a snug fitting body suit that clung to every curve, like a second skin. She held a four-foot, wooden staff in her hand.Her sparring partner was about two hundred pounds or so, and Devlin knew he could take him without breaking a sweat. Her male opponent forgotten, Devlin concentrated on the main attraction. Tankura, he murmured, letting her name move through his brain like a sweet caress. He loved the sound of it.
Devlin continued to watch in awe, and fascination.They took their defensive stance and circled each other, preparing to attack. Tankura skillfully took her opponent out in no time at all, keeping him on the defensive until she went in for the kill. Devlin could smell the sweat and excitement emanating from her. She laughed as she bent and held out her hand, offering assistance to her sparring partner. He took her hand getting back to his feet. "That was quicker than usual, Brett. Either you're slipping or I am just getting better at kicking your a**," Tankura said with laughter in her voice as she toweled the sweat from her face and neck. "Yes, mistress. Your skills are definitely improving. "Well, that's good, I guess. Maybe now I can kick Tanar's butt for a change. What do you think about that?" "I think you will definitely give him a run for his money for sure." Well, that's just what I wanted to hear." Tankura checked her watch, she was supposed to be meeting her parents for a late dinner with one of her mother's friends. She needed to move it, or she would be late. She turned to her Brett her head of security,"let me go get myself together, and we can leave, okay? I will meet you out front in fifteen minutes." "Yes, mistress."
Her voice had been the most beautiful sound Devlin had ever heard. He closed his eyes and took it all in, her voice, her scent, it was driving his a** mad with need. Devlin felt his control slipping. He had felt the power surge fluctuate through him, when he sat watching her from the rooftop. It had rushed through him, like wild fire. Devlin had no idea of what to make of that shit, and he tried to shake it off.This was definitely uncharted territory for him. Never had a female had such an unsettling effect on his mind, his senses, and his body. He could definitely see himself finding pleasure in her arms, but he still couldn"t see marriage in his future even with 20/20 vision.
He wouldn't mind having some fun with her, but being committed to her and only her? He still could not see that, but there were still his many booty calls. He could still have his honies, still have his fun. Devlin's thoughts strayed back to Tankura again. D***, he said to himself. Devlin knew he could not wait a week to see her again. So he would do the unthinkable, and visit her in her dreams. He knew he was dead wrong for invading her privacy like that, but he really didn't give a damn. He needed to see her, to be near her, by any means necessary. He would link with her telepathically, visiting her in her mind. Devlin was determined to take her dreams by storm, sweeping her up in a whirlwind of passion. He would fill her head with visions of him, taking liberties that no man would have but her husband and mate.
