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Crimson Heat

Jan Springer

 

Vampira, Book Four

 

Vampire Lisbeth Crowe has done her best to put her past as Satin, the Queen’s favorite blood slave, behind her—even if it has meant leaving three delicious, devoted lovers behind. Escaping Russia and the Crimson Clan and becoming an American entrepreneur has helped—as has joining the powerful, all-female Vampira coven, which prohibits its members from becoming sexually involved with men.

But when Lisbeth models in a charity fashion show as a favor to a friend, one of the Queen’s evil minions sees her—and begins scheming to return her to the wicked monarch.

Jaymes, Tristan and Luca have longed for their beloved Satin for decades—and after hearing of her whereabouts, rush to reach her before the Queen’s henchmen can. Racing against time, they track her to a desolate hideaway, resuming their long-denied love affair and determined to fight to the death if necessary to keep it.

 

Inside Scoop:
Satin’s red-hot encounters include a bit of bondage and multiple sizzling m/f/m/m ménages (lucky girl!).

 

A Romantica®
 paranormal erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Crimson Heat
Jan Springer

 

Prologue

Crimson Palace, near Mount Elbrus, Russia, 50 years earlier…

 

Satin blew out a tense breath and massaged her nipples with the pads of her thumbs while she gazed past the thick iron bars on her tiny cell window. Tendrils of gray mist and dainty snowflakes whispered through the black night sky and hovered over snow-covered mountains. She’d observed the twin peaks of nearby Mount Elbrus many times over the decades. Humans mountaineered there. They skied the slopes and hiked the area, and they had no clue that vampires lived within the nearby cavernous Caucasus Mountain range.

The scenery—deep valleys, gigantic mountains and twinkling stars—as always was incredible at night. But that wasn’t what captured her attention on this frigid January evening. The magnetic pull of the full moon held her attention. Shaded the traditional red that only Crimson Clan vampires could see, the moon played havoc with her coupling urges.

Crimson Moon.

It happened every month. The red moon appeared and the charismatic pull made all the mature clan vampires sexually promiscuous. She deepened her massage of her nipples, making her breath catch and arousal stir deep inside her wet pussy.

She wished her three males were here fucking her, loving her, relieving her. But they’d been sent away on a bounty hunt days ago and she had no idea when to expect them back. She dared not ask the Queen of their return, as it would arouse her suspicion. She had no idea they were visiting her favorite blood slave and because Satin was a slave, she wasn’t allowed to have sex with anyone unless the Queen deemed it acceptable.

Because of their bounty-hunting duties, her three males were fluent in several languages. With Satin’s encouragement they’d begun to covertly teach her English and French, for it was her secret hope to one day escape the Crimson Clan and to lose herself in the human world. The Queen would never think to search for her in a land where they spoke anything other than Russian.

But foreign languages were not on her list of top priorities right now. Instead, the urge to mate with her three males fiercely pulled at her tonight. It was all she could do not to scream and pound her fists against the locked red-painted-wood cell door and beg for her guard to let her go so she could go out into the human world to find the males she loved.

She slipped her right hand off her breast and slid her fingers between her naked thighs, gasping softly as she pushed past her puffy labia lips and began rubbing her clit with quick, circular motions. She remembered how her three well-hung males would come to her. Secretly and silently and at great risk to their lives, they would steal into her room.

The males would hold her shaky body, their callused hands and hot mouths caressing her flesh until she was writhing and moaning and begging them to make love to her. They’d lean her over the table or tie her up into any number of positions and take turns thrusting into her until they were spent.

Satin’s body tightened as the wicked sensations took hold. She kneaded her clit harder in between reaching up to tweak her nipples. Fevered heat whipped through her. She thrust a couple of fingers deep into her wet vagina, withdrew and rubbed her clit again, then plunged in again. She fucked herself with her fingers, gasping and moaning, her thighs shuddering violently as the orgasm quickly exploded through her like a storm.

* * * * *

 

Tristan Deadblade grinned at his two half-breed best friends, Jaymes Colddusk and Luca Locke, as they strolled toward him. Their boots echoed softly against the damp stone floor of the slave quarters’ hallway. They’d scrubbed themselves clean and dressed dapperly after returning from their latest successful hunt. The escaped slave they’d been sent to kill had given them a good run, making them use all their weapons in slowing him down. In the end a stake to the heart had finished him off. Despite their recent kill, the males displayed huge smiles, in anticipation of being with Satin this fine evening of the Crimson Moon.

A secret rendezvous with the Queen’s favorite blood slave wasn’t the only thing Tristan was smiling about. He held up his winter crimson rose for the males to see. Their smiles fell and they shook their heads in disappointment. In turn, they raised their roses, equally as blood-red and just as beautiful as the one he’d stolen from the Queen’s personal indoor flower garden.

“It appears we all have the same idea about bringing Satin roses this eve,” Tristan said in Russian.

“English or French only, males. Remember, Satin wishes us to speak her newly learned languages. So let’s practice some English this time before we go in to see her. She will continue to be impressed with our foreign linguistic skills.”

“No use in us competing against you for her affections,” Luca growled as he changed into English. He glanced at Jaymes, who shook his head.

“It seems as if our full-breed friend will always be at an advantage with his reading our minds and getting ideas from us about how to impress Satin,” Jaymes replied.

“Everything is fair in love and war.” Tristan laughed, remembering how excited he’d been when he’d learned the two males were bringing her flowers tonight. He’d decided he wouldn’t be left out. Impulsively he added, “And don’t forget, it’s my mind shield that is allowing the three of us to have Satin in our lives without the Queen’s knowledge.”

“Well yee-haw for figuring out how to keep the Queen from reading our thoughts,” Luca grumbled.

He caught Luca winking at Jaymes and knew the two males weren’t terribly upset at him for bringing his own rose for the sexy female who haunted their thoughts and their bodies. Their attraction for Satin was exceptionally wild upon the Crimson Moon, the one night of the month when mature Crimson male vamps lost all sexual self-control and dominated the females they loved. Unfortunately for slaves, they were locked in their cells to avoid procreating. But Tristan always found a way for them to leave their individual cells and get to their sexy slave.

It wasn’t easy shielding the Queen from their feelings about Satin and it hadn’t been stress-free setting it up so the three of them weren’t locked in their cells tonight. Tristan had years of experience in mesmerizing the slave guards and in erecting mind walls where the Queen was concerned.

His mind had only grown stronger during his stay in the secluded dungeons deep within the mountains. He’d made the mistake of trying to kill the Queen upon discovering she’d murdered his first love, Bree, a free female who’d refused to become the Queen’s lover. The pain of Bree’s loss had been so severe he’d wanted to be dead also. But the Queen had made sure he’d stayed alive. He’d been tortured for decades until she deemed he’d learned his lesson.

So far the Queen hadn’t caught on that he knew how to deflect her thoughts, but he understood she eventually would discover what he was doing and he would be put to death this time. Until then he planned on living every day as if it were his last.

“I think my rose is much nicer-looking than both of yours,” Jaymes said proudly as he pushed past them and continued toward the bright-red door that beckoned to them at the far end of the long hall.

In a moment, Luca and he joined Jaymes.

Tension mounted as soft female moans and harsh male grunts erupted from behind a wooden door they passed. The main guard of the slave quarters would be in there with a sex slave. Tristan had paid the female handsomely in order to keep the guard occupied all night so they could secretly be with Satin.

Just thinking of the luxurious half-breed female blood slave had his cock hardening like a stake. Yet, the familiar anger at having to sneak around tried to take hold. But he clamped down on his frustration. They were all slaves and sex between slaves was strictly forbidden unless the Queen gave permission. If she discovered these clandestine rendezvous, all of them would be terminated. But the risk was worth it, for his body sang with happiness whenever he was near Satin.

He didn’t respond to her in the tender, protective way he’d felt for Bree. With Satin his reaction was a fierce and possessive manner. He needed to brand her as his and as his two friends’, who were like blood brothers to him.

The lust for her was dangerous and he feared losing his sexual control as well as his physical control. The last thing he wanted to do was go off on the Queen again, try to slay the ultra-strong bitch and finally get himself killed. And he sure as vampire hell didn’t want to lose his restraint and physically hurt Satin with his fierce sexual urges.

Lately, he’d been trying to figure out how his father had failed in his well-organized revolt against the Queen many decades ago. A stake into her heart hadn’t destroyed her. If Tristan could solve the problem of how to murder her, he could take her throne. Unfortunately a revolt had gotten his sire killed and then his mother committed suicide. In turn the Queen had deemed a young Tristan her slave for eternity.

As they neared Satin’s red door, Tristan tried to calm his frantic breathing. He enjoyed possessing her. Relished it even more when he watched his two friends having sex with her. Had they been any other males, he would have killed them outright and secretly lain claim to Satin. But they were his bond brothers. They hunted bounties together and they loved the same female. One day, he would figure out how to kill the Queen so they could lay claim to Satin. But that would not happen this night.

Tonight the three of them were here to quench their Crimson Moon lust as well as remind Satin she belonged to them. He shook with excitement. He could hardly wait to see her.

* * * * *

 

They found her room filled with her sex scent and Jaymes knew she’d been masturbating, most likely not expecting to see them tonight. She was fast asleep in her bed, her luscious female curves silhouetted against the red blanket that covered her. Jaymes sniffed the air, bringing her scent deep into his lungs until her smell fired his blood to an incredible height. He didn’t know how it could be possible, but every time he gazed upon her she appeared more beautiful than the last time he’d seen her. Each time he smelled her, he reacted just a bit more violently. A wild pounding erupted in his chest as his cock stiffened, swelled and angled upward toward his belly to become as straight as the tall trees outside the Russian cavern palace where they lived.

As he dropped to his knees beside her bed and stared at her, hurried whispers of clothing being removed by the other two males breathed through the quiet air. He lifted the rose he had stolen from the Queen’s garden and held it beneath her nose. The red flower was the same color as Satin’s luscious lips and the blanket. Yes, red
was
her color.

Her nose twitched and her eyelids flickered. A smile lifted her lips as she opened her eyes and stared at him.

“You’re back?” she whispered softly in Russian.

He nodded and replied in English as the males had agreed upon.

“All three of us.”

Her eyes widened momentarily as if impressed with his language skills or perhaps she was surprised she wasn’t dreaming and they truly were here. In an instant, fear flittered across her face.

“But the Queen—“ she said easily picking up the English in her sleep-drenched voice.

“We are safe with Tristan.” It was all he needed to say for her to understand. She knew of Tristan’s intense power. He was a full-breed male, unlike Luca, Jaymes and Satin. She yawned and stretched her arms from beneath the blanket.

“And do you three wish to play with me today?” she asked. She had the cutest little accent but she spoke her newly learned language exceptionally well. She had always been a quick learner. Her eyes blazed red with arousal. All Crimson Clan half-breeds eyes glowed like that when in the mood for sex.

As she stretched the blanket slipped, giving him a spectacular view of her large breasts, plump nipples and flat tummy. His fangs throbbed with anticipation, his cock pushed boldly against his pants, and he couldn’t wait to release his member and quench his needs within her tight vagina.

She delicately reached out to grasp the thorny stem.

“A crimson rose. It’s so beautiful. Thank you so much, Jaymes,” she whispered.

“It is as beautiful as you are,” Luca said from behind Jaymes.

Two other roses were thrust forward as the other two males showed her their presents. Her grin widened. The beauty of her smile intoxicated him and his breath was sucked out of his lungs.

“Oh, more roses. How sweet of all of you.” Her voice was soft as silk and stroked his senses with wild abandon.

Oh, such a delicate female. And she belonged to all three of them. He wished he could capture his happiness as well as the lust that caressed his senses. He would hold his desire inside him forever. But instincts stated it was only a matter of time before the Queen grasped that Tristan had a protective mind shield around them. She would discover what was going on. Not wanting to delve deeper into that catastrophic possibility, he pushed those disturbing thoughts aside and began to undress.

 

Luca Locke knew he had made the biggest mistake of his life falling in love with the Queen’s favorite blood slave. There were factors pitted against them that should spell out that this love was doomed. Unions between slaves were forbidden. His two best friends were also in love with her and he enjoyed watching them as they pleasured her.

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