Read Bitten by the Vampire Online
Authors: Bonnie Vanak
Bitten by the Vampire
The Ancients
Book One
“Open yourself to passion and I will show you incredible pleasure in a night that will never end. You will be mine. I will never let anyone hurt you, if you but surrender to me.”
Vampire Lucian Marcello knows it's his destiny to claim Mara Fuller as his own. She is a Darklighter, half-demon and half-angel, and has sworn to destroy the man who almost killed her. If she succeeds, her demon side will take over and she will turn evil. The only way to save Mara is for Lucien to mate with her and absorb her dark powers. But though tempted by a shared erotic vision, Mara is resistant to his charms. It will take all Lucien's powers of seduction to make her surrender to his dominance and desire. For if he fails, her life will be forfeitâ¦
Dear Reader,
Thank you for buying this Harlequin Nocturne Cravings ebook! Cravings is new departure from our Harlequin Nocturne Bites ebook exclusive program. In Cravings, you will find bolder, sexier paranormal romance short stories with a slightly longer word count than Nocturne Bites. These dark, highly sensual reads will take you away from everyday life into an atmospheric, complex world filled with compelling charactersâbe they vampire, shape-shifter, werewolf, or somethingâ¦other.
If you are interested in submitting your own novella for Harlequin Nocturne Cravings, please read our writing guidelines at
www.Harlequin.com
for tips and information on how to submit.
We hope you enjoy this story, and look for a new Nocturne Cravings title each month wherever ebooks are sold.
Happy reading,
Ann Leslie TuttleÂ
Senior Editor
Harlequin Nocturne
A lick of fire caressed her bare backside, making her shiver with anticipation.
Shadows danced around the golden flames cast by dozens of scented candles in the bedroom. On the satinwood nightstand, candlelight illuminated two champagne flutes filled with a fine French vintage. It was a scene set for a very deliberate seduction.
Red satin sheets rustled as she shifted her weight. Her seducer skimmed his long, slender fingers down her back. Mara Fuller lay still and naked, one arm flung above her head. The posture pulled her breasts upward.
The vampire noticed. His beautiful full mouth tipped upward.
“So beautiful. I want to taste them,” he whispered.
An intense gaze dark as midnight caressed her naked body, causing her flesh to tighten.
He was powerful, with a manner accustomed to command. Like his surroundings, he embodied elegance and refinement. Black curly hair fell past his broad shoulders. His features were classic, the chin brutally masculine, contrasting to the fullness of his lips. His eyes were frosty as the snowflakes clinging to the windows.
The strength in those elegant hands could snap necks like dry twigs, or slowly stroke between a woman's legs, making her beg and plead.
“Bind yourself to me, Mara. Lose your soul in mine. Lose the darkness, or forfeit your life.”
She steeled herself against the solemn look in his mesmerizing eyes. Eyes that had the power to make her obey so that she became a mindless puppet, losing all control. Mara was a Darklighter, half-demon, half-angel. She would never call a man, or vampire, master.
“Never,” she whispered.
He licked her earlobe, and then fisted a hand into her hair. Tipping her head back, he ravaged her mouth. She felt a slight pinch of fang, a delicious bite of pleasure as his tongue tangled with hers. Fire danced along her nerves as she wrapped her arms around him. Her foot slid up the length of his limb, her toes caressing the dark silken hairs on his muscled calf.
Captured in his arms, he would never release her. She was his to claim in the flesh. Her breasts flushed with arousal, their nipples begging to be touched.
“Please,” she gasped.
Pulling away, he looked down at her with fierce intensity. “Lucien. Say my name, Mara.”
“Lucien, please⦠I want⦔
“To be free.” He slid a palm down her body, cupped her hip. “I will set you free from the demon inside you.”
“No.” Her protest ended on a moan as his tongue flicked delicately over a cresting nipple. Pleasure spilled through her as she arched into his touch. Her fingers curled through his long, silky locks.
She wanted his mouth on her, his body joined to hers. Yet he was lethal and could strip away her last vestige of strength: the darkness that had kept her alive since her parents' deaths.
Lucien pulled away and captured her gaze with his. “The darkness will kill you. The demon inside you is your death sentence. If you release it and kill the one who hurt you, you are doomed. You must mate with me or I will destroy you. Your soul will burn in eternal flames.”
Anguish shadowed his face. The look vanished, replaced by male possessiveness.
Reaching between her legs, he slowly stroked, culling more moisture from her aroused body. She cried out in pleasured shock.
“We will be lovers. You cannot fight this,” he murmured.
He loomed over her, his big body pressing her into the soft mattress. His erection nudged her slick folds. A sob escaped her lips as she fought for control, to prevent opening her thighs wide and letting him claim her in the flesh.
“Come to me, Mara. Open yourself to passion and I will show you incredible pleasure in a night that will never end. You will be mine. Only my lips upon your skin, my body joining with yours. I will never let anyone hurt you, if you but surrender to me.”
Mara moaned in carnal delight as his warm mouth nuzzled her long, slender neck. If she listened to his promises, Lucien would dominate and claim her in the flesh, and she would no longer be Darklighter. The demon portion of her would lie dormant, and the fire, the sweet erotic pleasure, the heat would consume herâ¦lick her naked skinâ¦
Her skin.
Her skin was on fire.
Pain licked her naked skin with burning needles as she became conscious. Gone was the erotic vision of the sensual vampire doing carnal things to her body. His warning hovered in the air in a phantom whisper.
Bind yourself to me, Mara. Lose your soul in mine. Lose the darkness, or forfeit your life
No soft bed pressed against her bare rump. Instead, there was pain from the last beating. She was naked, chained to a pillar in a dank, dark basement. Mara licked dry lips. Her parched throat burned like the hot desert. The vision she'd had was her subconscious substituting hot agony with hot pleasure.
Two days ago, she'd just driven away from campus when an elderly man with blood dripping down his forehead begged for a ride to the hospital. Pity moved her to open the car door. There was a sting to her neck, then nothing.
When she had awakened from the drug, she was in this dark basement. Her captor had brutally beaten her, leaving her chained to the pillar. And then she'd collapsed into the grayness of sleep, and the sensual world she'd mentally created to save her sanity.
Now she knew that no one would save her. She was on her own.
A slight breeze stirred the air. Starshine and moonlight spilled through a partly opened window. She rattled her chains, trying to reach for it. She had not yet explored all her powers since they emerged ten days ago. Both angel and demon lurked in her soul. Maybe, just maybeâ¦
The chains bent a fraction as she concentrated. Hope filled her.
Heavy footsteps shuffled down the stairs.
“Please no,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Not again.”
The high-pitched voice screeched against her sensitive eardrums like a single talon drawing across a chalkboard. “Not this time, dear. You're getting a reprieve. For all eternity.”
A door to another room creaked open and light pierced the darkness. She blinked hard, smelled smoke. Terror immobilized her.
Her elderly captor fed wood into a large iron furnace. He whistled as he worked. With a crazy fear, she realized the tune was “Disco Inferno.”
Stairs, where were the stairs? There! So close. Make a break for it, she could do it. Ignoring the burning, Mara twisted her wrist to free it from the manacle.
The heavy footsteps neared. “Time to go.”
The chains unlocked, slid to the floor with a loud clang. She kicked and struggled, but two days without food or water had left her weak.
“Why are you doing this? Please, don't hurt me. Please, I'll be good, I promise.” she cried out.
“You can never be good. You are evil. And evil must be sent back to hell.”
In the open furnace door, flames licked the air. Terror immobilized her.
“Welcome to hell, demon.”
Mara screamed.
No one could force the hand of Lucien Marcello, the Society's most powerful Ancient.
Not even Anderson Stamos, half-dragon shifter and the newly appointed director of the Society for the Elimination of Malevolent Magick.
Perched on the leather sofa at Lucien's Michigan house, Anderson fussed with a briefcase while Lucien's gremlin assistant, Petra, watched television.
Lucien propped one polished loafer on the distressed oak trunk that served as a coffee table. He gave the director a cool stare and sent a thought into Anderson's mind.
I could snap your trachea with a flick of my finger
.
Other directors had trembled when Lucien tested them. He was the most powerful of all the Ancients, soldiers who fought evil for the Society. But Anderson did not even sweat. Lucien gave an imperceptible nod of approval.
The director opened the crisp manila folder. “Your new assignment. Mara Fuller, age twenty-one. Until a week ago she was a full-time student. But Dennis Jones, a human psychic who has crusaded to destroy those he deems evil, abducted her.”
At the mention of Jones, Lucien hid his rage. “That bastard is still alive? What did he do?”
“Tried burning her alive in a furnace.”
Revulsion filled him, but he did not even blink.
“The flames went out and she escaped without injury. But she wants revenge.”
“Jones should die.”
“You know we can't do it, Lucien. It's up to the human authorities to bring him to justice. We are forbidden from touching him.”
Reaching for the wine glass that Lucien extended, Anderson inhaled the delicate aroma of the fine French vintage before taking a sip. Then he put down the glass to pull a snapshot out of the folder.
Lucien stretched out his hand. Willing it to him, the photo floated into his palms. He studied it with apparent detachment.
The sweet face brought back a vision he could never forget.
Mara. Eyes blue as a quiet lake, ash-blonde hair sweeping down in a blunt cut just below her soft jawline. That cute tip-tilted nose. He'd wanted to kiss it, trail his mouth across the smoothness of her cheeks. Chase away those shadows darkening her eyes and instead hear his name upon her lips as her face glowed with arousal.
He wanted to feel her naked skin silky beneath him, taste a hardened nipple beneath his rasping tongue, feel her honeyed slickness coating his fingers as he stroked her, coaxing her closer to pleasureâ¦.
Lucien knew it was his destiny to lie with her. To make her his own.
Inside his pleated wool trousers, he became painfully aroused. Sweat dripped down his back, dampening his cashmere sweater. Mara stirred his jaded appetite, whetted his desire into fierce longing. Yet this was not the fate the Society intended.
He set down his wineglass and the photo, knowing what the director needed. His cold heart thudded harder.
“You want me to destroy her,” Lucien realized.
Anderson said nothing, but regret shadowed his face.
You bastard
, he thought, pain sluicing through his guts.
I fight for you, I destroy evil. But I will not destroy her. Not this one.
Anderson drained his wineglass. “She's a Darklighter, half-demon, half-angel. The mother was a fallen angel. She fell in love with Aticus, a lesser demon who'd hidden his powers. They produced triplets before Elena discovered her spouse's true nature. The girls were left orphans at age fifteen and Mara, the eldest sibling by a few minutes and the most practical, took care of her sistersâ¦there was a healthy trust fund Aticus set up for them⦔
“Spare me the family tree. Give me the specifics of my assignment.”
Anger glittered in Anderson's eyes. “The family tree has deep roots. You need to know what you're dealing with.”
Lucien waved a hand and another bottle of red wine floated over, uncorked itself and refilled Anderson's wineglass. “You need to know whom
you
are dealing with.”
The director sipped, and his eyes bulged. Choking, he spit out the vintage.
“It's a mild poison, but can be lethal. Do you need a hospital?” Lucien inquired.
Petra rolled her eyes. She dashed into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. Anderson gulped it down.
“It's only jalapeño juice. Lucien, you shouldn't play with your guests. They don't understand your sense of humor,” Petra admonished.
Lucien drew in a deep breath. “I will not destroy this Darklighter. If you ask this of me, the jalapeño juice will feel like ice water compared to what I will do to your insides.”
The director dropped his gaze to the folder. “Now that they're twenty-one, all three have come into their full powers. If Mara kills her captor, her demon side will take over and she will turn evil. The Society has decided her fate. Your assignment is to mate her. Absorb her dark powers and diffuse them so she will not turn fully demon.”
Silence descended as the gremlin flicked off the television. “Did he say âmate' or âdate?'” Petra asked.
Lucien drew in a deep breath. Glasses on the coffee table rattled as he lost his composure. “Petra, go into the other room,” he told her.
When the gremlin left, Lucien spoke in a voice that could cut steel. “You wish me to seduce Mara and steal her demon powers.”
“Yes. It's the only way we can ensure she'll remain harmless.”
“I will not force her against her will.” Tension tightened his jaw to the point of pain.
“You're a seducer, Lucien. Legions of women have crawled willingly into your bed. This will be no different. You and two other Ancients are the only ones capable of saving her. You're the most powerful.”
“I have followed every assignment given to me since being inducted into the Society. But I will not do this.” Lucien said in a commanding voice.
“If you refuse, the Society will reactivate the bounty on Petra's head. She won't last a year.”
With a loud crack, the wineglasses shattered. His gaze went glacial. “I'll rip apart anyone daring to hurt Petra.”
“You can try. But can you protect Petra against hundreds of bounty hunters?”
His cold heart pounded harder. “And if Mara kills before I mate her? She must die?”
Anderson nodded. “But there is capacity in her for good. We want to save her, not destroy her.”
They would destroy her if necessary. The Society's edict was the destruction of evil.
“You have ten days. Our spies have indicated Mara and Jones are in the same city. We've sent two werewolf bounty hunters to watch her. If she even makes a move against Jones, they're free to draw her blood.”
He hissed, showing his fangs. “Not if I draw theirs first.”
Blanching, the director gathered his briefcase. “You know the rules. They have diplomatic immunity from your fangs, Lucien. I'll see myself out.”
As he heard the sound of the front door slamming, Lucien stared at the photo. His long fingers stroked over the luminous skin, the sweet curve of her mouth. “A Darklighter.”
With the silence of a vampire, Petra walked into the room. Her pointed ears flexed. “There hasn't been one of those in years.”
“I know.” Lucien's heart constricted. He counted backwards in Latin to regain his lost composure. “Go upstairs and pack our things. I'll need your tracking ability.”
A small white lie. He wouldn't leave Petra alone. Lucien's stomach knotted at the thought of her torn to pieces by werewolf bounty hunters.
“I'm not going near a Darklighter. Have you seen one when they turn demonic? I hear they get all gray and nasty⦔
“I have.”
Fresh pain lanced him like a hot knife. He could not bring himself to destroy another Darklighter. Yet he couldn't risk Petra's life, either.
Perhaps this Darklighter could be saved. Lucien glanced again at the photo, remembering the vision. Desire pumped hot and sweet through his veins as he envisioned her naked body pliant and soft beneath his. Fangs exploded in his mouth as he imagined taking her blood as he bound them together in the flesh.
“Why not just let her kill and have the Society destroy her?”
Practical Petra. Lucien glanced at the photo. With her sweet, heart-shaped face, thin cheeks and wide blue eyes, Mara looked so frighteningly vulnerable, unaware of the evil lurking inside her.
Just like another had 42 years ago.
“Because she can be turned,” he finally said, fighting the emotions cresting over him. “She deserves more than my last Darklighter assignment.”
“What's that?”
“A chance.”