Belonging (38 page)

“You smell so fucking good. So good,” he rasped right before he leaned in and with one long lick tasted heaven. She quivered under his touch. Her taste intoxicated him and it didn’t take long before her essence filled his mouth and she was coming apart beneath his tongue, chanting his name, along with God’s.
Yah, kitten, I am a God.
Even through her post-orgasmic haze, she laughed.

He didn’t want to take her against the hard, unforgiving wood, so he quickly released her, gently rubbing her previously bound wrists and ankles before laying her in the middle of the bed. He ached for her hands and lips and mouth all over him. He’d missed her so damned much.

His clothes joined hers on the floor and he lay on his back, pulling her astride him. She smiled, asking quietly, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Touch me, kiss me, make love to me, Analise Lisbeth DiStephano.”

“As you wish, my mate,” she replied saucily.

As she worshiped him, he soaked in every touch, every bite, every lave, every kiss, every rub, every whisper. He belonged to this woman and she to him and they completed each other in ways neither thought possible. He was whole, he was fulfilled, he was deliriously happy.

“I love you Damian,” she breathed right before they went over the edge of rapture together.

“And I you, kitten. And I you.”

E
pilogue

Five days later….

Rom

He hated this place. He was back in the godforsaken Midwest with its flat plains, fields of corn and
Milwaukee’s Best
. Who would drink that swill, he hadn’t a clue. Give him the rainy, drizzly weather of the northwest any day of the year. He’d picked that region of the country for a reason…it matched his somber mood. It felt like everyone here lived perpetually in the merry old Land of Oz. Happy and giddy, skipping down the yellow brick road watching life pass by through their rose-colored glasses. It was nauseatingly annoying.

He was here to strategize with the other Lords on the next step to take with their duplicitous captor, Geoffrey. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly impressed with the rogue. It took a lot of balls to face him the way he had.

Damian wanted his head on a stake so he could drive it into the ground right outside his Boston penthouse, warning other vampires what happened when you screwed with his woman. Damian was always one for theatrics. Dev was a little more open to options as long as it resulted in his death when his usefulness wore out.

But the rogue had purpose. And his purpose wouldn’t be served by turning him into a pile of burning embers. At least not yet.

Romaric knocked on the door to Devon’s estate and was dutifully greeted by his new butler, Hooker. Now what self-respecting vampire lets himself be referred to as
Hooker,
for God’s sake? He had half a mind to throw a name book at him and demand he choose a different one on the spot.

“I’m here to see Devon,” he said flatly. He refused to utter the vamp’s self-proclaimed label.

“Of course, of course, my lord. Lord Devon is having dinner in the shelter with Lord Damian and their mates and asked that you join them when you arrived. I’ll show you the way.”

Christ
. Yes, he was horrible, but he
loathed
the shelter. There was too much agony and pain that hung in the air. It was oppressive and permeated his skin like cigarette smoke, taking days to scrub the stench away. Outside of one time, he’d effectively avoided it for all these months. That was one of the reasons he’d offered to take care of the other human physicians and scientists. Leave the caretaking of these fragile women to someone who actually had a heart and could utter a caring, comforting word. Everyone knew that he couldn’t. His had been ripped clean out of his chest over hundreds of years ago and all that remained was a black pit of despair.

“I’ll wait.” He’d do anything to avoid going over there.

“Oh no, my lord. Lord Devon insisted I bring you right over. I must.”
Hooker
looked like he was going to be walked to the stocks if he didn’t follow Dev’s orders.

For the love of all that’s holy.
“Fine,” he clipped.

A few short minutes later they were across the estate and he was being ushered into the dining room. Their noisy voices were like fingernails on a chalkboard. Jesus, how he detested chatter. The butler announced him and the room quieted. Mercy for small favors.

A gasp and the sound of silverware clattering on a plate brought his attention to the female sitting in the corner of the table between Dev and Damian’s mates and his world spun completely off its axis.

Ferocious possessiveness roared through him. Every animal and vampiric instinct he had screamed that the exotically beautiful reddish blonde haired female with the caramel eyes at the end of the table staring at him was
his
. His mind repeatedly screamed
Mine, Mine, Mine
loudly. So loudly that was all he could now hear, even though he faintly heard someone speaking to him. His vision narrowed to only
her
. He violently wanted to own her. She was
his
. His body thought she was his, his mind thought she was his, but his logic
knew
it could not be so.

Vampires recognize their Moiras instantaneously. There was no doubt, there was room for argument, and there were no second chances. A vampire had
one
true Moira, one true fated destiny in their lifetimes.

And unbeknownst to anyone, he’d already lost his over five centuries earlier.

~ The End ~

Next to books, music is my passion and was my inspiration to tell Damian and Analise’s story. I hope you enjoy their playlist and maybe find a new favorite or two!

Kelly

B
elonging
P
laylist

“Chandelier” by Sia

“My Demons” by Starset

“Don’t Stop the Music by Rihanna

“S&M” by Rihanna

“Inside the Fire” by Disturbed

“Stay With Me” by Sam Smith

“Broken Pieces” by Apocalyptica

“Familiar Taste of Poison” by Halestorm

“Midnight” by Coldplay

“Fix You” by Coldplay

“Not a Bad Thing” by Justin Timberlake

“Smell of Desire” by Enigma

“Fancy” by Iggy Azalea

“Cantandus,”
Mayna Canta

“Angel” by Massive Attack

“Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent

“Mirrors” by Justin Timberlake

“All of Me” by John Legend

“No Ordinary Love” by Sade

“Nights in White Satin” by Moody Blues

“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence

“Undivided” by Adelita’s Way

“Nothing But a Good Time” by Poison

U
pcoming
R
eleases

If you haven’t yet read
Surrendering
, Book 1 in the Regent Vampire Lords series, you can purchase a copy today at your favorite retailers.

Book 3 in the Regent Vampire Lords series,
Reawakening
, is scheduled to be released in Spring 2015 and will feature Romaric’s story. Keep reading for a little sneak peek and watch my Facebook or Goodreads pages, or my website, for announcements on the release date!

Also planned for 2015 is a Novella featuring Mike and Giselle’s rocky saga and possibly a fourth novel, depending on reader interest.

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Keep reading for a snippet from
Reawakening
.

An unedited snippet from

R
eawakening

Book 3 in the Regent Vampire Lords series

by K.L. Kreig

C
oming
S
pring 2015

His hands traveled lightly down her exposed arms. She wanted them to thread underneath her pajama top and palm her aching breasts. She wanted his lips to take her pebbled nipple into his mouth, but he frustratingly kept his touch light, teasing. Hot breath skated along her neck but his mouth never touched her skin.

She didn’t want to wake but consciousness beckoned her. “
Just a few more minutes,” she pleaded.

“More,” she begged.

This was the first time he’d ever touched her in a dream. After all these years of aching for him, he finally had his hands on her but it was not enough. And why did it feel so right, yet so weirdly wrong, at the same time?

It was
him
, but he’d yet to show his face. It was
him
, but every time she tried to look into his icy blues, they became concealed again.
Gah
! Why was he hiding from her?

Morning rays spilled in around the closed shades and the last images of her erotic dream faded away. She whipped off the covers, her body in agony with unfulfilled need. Her hand snaked down under her panties, finding her pussy completely drenched. She had to relieve some of the pressure that’d built to volcanic proportions. She’d never been so turned on.

And it was
just
a dream. Imagine how the real flesh and blood Romaric would feel against your skin, in your body.

Spreading her moisture, she reached climax in record time and lay panting on sweat soaked sheets. Once wasn’t enough and after the second release, she finally felt a small amount of the heaviness subside. If she did happen to see Romaric, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep from jumping him on the spot. And wouldn’t that be embarrassing, throwing yourself at someone who didn’t bother to give you the time of day.

Pushing down her disappointment that she hadn’t seen him last night, she headed for the shower. Thirty minutes later, hair slightly damp and curly, with a light coat of mascara and some powder to cover her shiny pores, she dressed in jean shorts and a navy blue tank. Slipping on her flip-flops, she opened her bedroom door and froze.

Standing in her doorway—no, more like taking up her
entire
doorway—was Romaric Dietrich.

Romaric, Greek God of sex.

In.

The.

Flesh.

Sweet. Holy. Mother.

With his sexy goatee and light hair so closely cropped to his head that he almost appeared bald, he
was
god-like perfection and scary intimidating all at the same time. The entire package was rounded out with his clear blue penetrating eyes, and shoulders so broad he’d put any NFL linebacker to shame.

And his scrutiny of her now was as, if not more, piercing as that night at dinner seven long days ago. Hungry eyes raked over every inch of her exposed flesh, lingering on the swell of her breasts, before snapping back to hers. She suddenly wished she’d worn wedges, not only to make her taller, but to lengthen her less than model short legs.

Sweet. Holy. Mother.
Yes, she was repeating herself, but
Jesus
, it was worth repeating.

“Hello Sarah,” he drawled. The deep timbre of his voice echoed in her ears long after he’d stopped talking.

“Uhhhhh…”

He chuckled and this is the first time she’d seen a hint of a smile on his oh so serious face. She
loved
it. If he would full on smile, she was sure she’d drop to her knees and kiss his feet. Or something else.

Sarah…stop.

“It’s customary to say hello back.”

Not knowing what else to do, she complied. “Uh, hello.” But it came out choppy and breathless, instead of sexy and confident.

Groan.

To her surprise, he grabbed her hand—her
rubbin’ the nubbin’
one—and brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips across her knuckles before inhaling deeply.

A knowing grin spread across his face and she wasn’t sure if she should die of mortification on the spot or kneel at his feet, as she’d earlier thought. His smile lit up the entire room, brighter than the sunlight streaming in her now open window.

Oh. My. Gawd.

He was the sexiest damn thing she had ever seen.

“Accompany me to breakfast.”

Was that a demand or a question? She wasn’t really sure it mattered at the moment because her answer was yes, yes,
hell
yes.

“Sure,” she replied nonchalantly. His grin spread even further, knowing she was anything but unaffected by him. Jesus, instead of acting like the grown ass woman she was, she was acting like a crushing schoolgirl who liked a boy, but for some dumb reason didn’t want him to know.

Never letting her hand go, he silently led her through the shelter back to the main house and into the smaller of the dining rooms. The table in here could still easily hold twenty guests. Dev really did like the finer things in life.

“Sit.” He pulled out a chair and gestured for her to take a seat. Surprisingly, he pulled out the chair right next to hers and sat, but not before scooting it closer to hers. He had nineteen other chairs to choose from but chose the one right next to hers instead.

Suddenly she was very nervous. And kind of pissed off, actually. After seeing him again, she
knew
she hadn’t dreamt up their mutual attraction, so why hadn’t she heard from him before now? Why didn’t he stop by last night? Why hadn’t he called her before now? How about a text or a secret note through Dev or Damian? Why hadn’t he made even a shred of an attempt to let her know that she wasn’t concocting this insane connection in her own sometimes-crazy head?

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

How did she sleep?
That
was his first question? He hadn’t seen her in a week, ignoring this raging sexual inferno between them, and he wanted to talk about how she’d slept? Why not just ask her what she thought of this ungodly hot summer they’d been having or her thoughts on global warming or hey, what do you think of North Korea’s nuclear warhead threat?