Creamy Delights

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Creamy Delights ISBN 9781419922817 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Creamy Delights Copyright © 2009 Brigit Zahara Edited by Pamela Campbell Cover art by Syneca Electronic book Publication August 2009 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

CREAMY DELIGHTS

Brigit Zahara

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Dairy Queen: American Dairy Queen Corporation Ray-Ban: Luxottica S.r.l. LLC

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Chapter One Deeley swung onto Route 79, her newly washed white SUV sparkling in the strong afternoon sun. She had all the windows down and was driving a good few clicks over the speed limit but the interior of the cab remained stifling, the hot desert wind that blew in and tossed her shoulder-length brown hair around doing little to cool her. Of all the days for her air-conditioning to cut out. The summer highs in Florence, Arizona, were usually around eighty degrees but on rare occasions, the temp soared to over a hundred. Today was such a day and as Deeley mopped her damp forehead with the back of her hand once more, she tried to remember why she had agreed to, yet again, “hold down the fort” while her dad fucked off with his bike buddies on another road trip. Dad. What a piece of work. He had a heart of gold but was woefully irresponsible, yet Deeley loved him to bits, even more than he loved motorcycles. And that was really saying something because Deeley couldn’t imagine someone loving motorcycles more than her stuck-in-the-sixties pop. After all, who else would name his only child, and a daughter to boot, after a famous line of “bikes” as he called them? Right on cue, the classic hit Born to be Wild poured out of the radio, the familiar opening verse just audible above the roar of the engine. With a sigh, Deeley gripped the wheel a little tighter as the lyrics seemed to taunt her. Looking for adventure. Right. What she wouldn’t give to have an adventure. Any adventure. Since the death of her mother thirteen years ago when she was just fourteen, Deeley had assumed the responsibility of the housework, preparing the meals, ensuring the bills were paid on time, and for the most part, running Creamy Delights, the roadside ice-cream stand she 5

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and her father owned. Despite its unobtrusive location along a dusty, two-lane stretch of road in the sprawling Sonoran Desert, it managed to turn a fair profit. From the exterior, the structure appeared small—a tiny ice-cream-cone-topped building in the middle of nowhere—but its apparent size was deceptive. Behind the counter was a walk-in freezer large enough to hold over a hundred hefty buckets of different flavors of ice cream. For years, Deeley wondered the how and why behind Creamy Delights’ moderate success but eventually she just chalked it up to lost or stranded travelers in dire need and overly appreciative of two things—something ice cold in the heat and a local who could point them the right way. So while she dished out directions and double-scoop cones, Deeley watched one just-passing-through customer after another take just one more little piece of her dream for a more exciting life with them as they drove away. But what choice did she have? Someone had to mind the store. Creamy Delights might not be Dairy Queen but it was all they had. She’d be damned if she was going to let it go. She was just being practical and dependable. At least, that was her official story and she was sticking to it. But somewhere deep down she couldn’t entirely dismiss the needling notion that maybe, just maybe, her ex-boyfriend Dale was right. He had said Deeley was boring, unadventurous, vanilla—the most unimaginative of all the ice creams—right before he dumped her. A week later she found out that she had been replaced by a redheaded bimbo with a boob job, fake nails and a taste for tequila. At the thought of him, the memory of their last time together flared up in her mind, bringing with it conflicting emotions…

~~~~~ Deeley was closing down for the day when she heard the familiar sound of Dale’s worn pickup truck. Looking up, Deeley watched him get out then stroll toward the order window, the sight of his lanky frame making her heart pound. “I’d like the flavor of the day,” he said with a smirk, his eyes moving from the sign overhead—naming cherry as the designated selection—to lock with Deeley’s. 6

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Deeley blushed, knowing full well that he wasn’t referring to ice cream. More than once, they’d made love in the shack after hours, the roll-down blinds hiding their amorous antics from view. It was far from an ideal location, but when it came to sex, Dale was not one for waiting. When he wanted it, he wanted it right then and there. He might not be patient, and at times he was not what you’d call a generous lover, but in other ways he was a good one. “Let’s go for a drive,” she called out as he disappeared from view, seconds later entering through the door at the rear. “Uh-uh.” He shook his head as he stalked toward her. “I’ve been craving the taste all day.” Wrapping his arms around her waist, Dale pulled Deeley into a rough embrace, his lips covering hers as his tongue snaked into her mouth. He murmured softly as his hands drifted down her back to grope her butt and pull her against his hard-on. When at last he pulled his mouth from hers, his eyes were blazing. “Get it,” he said, his voice low and sexy. Wriggling her way out of his embrace, Deeley went into the freezer, seconds later returning with a scoop of cherry ice cream. Taking the utensil from her hand, he eyed her meaningfully. “You don’t expect me to eat it like this, do you?” Again, Deeley flushed. Pulling down the shutters, she turned to face him as she unbuttoned her top and unhooked her bra then edged it down to reveal her petite breasts. Dale licked the mound of ice cream in the scoop. “Keep going.” Unzipping her denim skirt, Deeley pulled it down over her hips and stepped out of it. Since she hadn’t worn panties, she was now fully naked. Deeley looked at him expectantly. “Nice.” Backing Deeley up against the side counter, he set the scoop down for a second as his hands once more found her ass and, with a sudden movement, he lifted her up onto the wide countertop. Leaning back, Deeley wrapped her legs around Dale’s waist and 7

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sighed as he plopped the frozen sphere of ice cream between her breasts then began massaging it over first one taut nipple and then the other. Deeley’s breath caught in her throat at the icy sensation that made the erect tips ache and harden even more, especially when the chill was replaced by the intense heat of Dale’s mouth. Repeatedly he moved the frozen ball all around her breasts, licking and sucking the melting residue from her flesh as it trickled down. Sliding the thawing ice cream globe south, Dale circled it around Deeley’s bellybutton, his hot tongue directly following the freshly made trail of sticky cream and probing into her “innie”. By now, only a small clump of ice cream remained but Dale pushed it even farther down, over Deeley’s hairless mons and along the stretch of slick softness between her legs. Deeley gasped at the sudden frostiness against the hot, moist area but Dale only chuckled. “Creamy delight,” he murmured, as he bent his head to lick her cherry-flavored pussy, his tongue lapping hungrily up and down the wet surface. Readjusting Deeley’s legs so they were now over his shoulders, Dale earnestly licked and sucked Deeley’s pussy, his tongue flicking against her budding clit and burrowing into the tight canal farther down. With a head-to-toe tremble, Deeley exploded, her juice and what little remained of the defrosted ice cream seeping down to pool around her puckered hole. Yanking her upright and off the counter, Dale bent Deeley forward over the lone backless stool before she had time to catch her breath. Deeley closed her eyes as she braced herself for the solid thumping she knew was on its way. Dale had always been a little rougher than Deeley would have liked, the mood behind his movements more animalistic than romantic, but there was no denying that the feel of Dale’s hard cock in her aching pussy was always more pleasure than pain. However, when she felt a severe pain and pressure against the other opening back there, Deeley bolted into a vertical position. “Ow!” 8

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Dale’s only reply was to push her forward again with a firm hand. Once more, the knifing sting blazed up in the same spot, only worse than before as Dale more forcibly pressed his stiff shaft into Deeley’s rectum. “Ow! Dale! No! I don’t want to.” His cold tone chilled Deeley more than the ice cream had. “Well I do.” Wincing, Deeley tried to squirm away, the sensation that her very flesh was being torn evoking real panic. “But it hurts.” “Fuck!” Dale brusquely pulled his cock head from her ass, its removal only slightly minimizing the discomfort she felt. Still smarting, she straightened and turned to face him, watching as he angrily buttoned up his pants…

~~~~~ Deeley pulled her thoughts back to the present. That’s when Dale had hit her with the vanilla comment. Ever since, Deeley had absolutely hated ice cream and anything even remotely associated with it, including Dale. And sex. Over a year later, his hurtful remark still stung but she had finally come to believe that her dad had been right all along—Dale was nothing but a selfish prick. Reaching Apache Junction, Deeley peeled onto the sun-bleached dual-lane route that would lead to the rustic wayside kiosk, peripherally noticing the stellar scenery that flashed by. The cactus-and-yucca-strewn beauty of the Sonoran Desert flanked the roadway, the occasional burst of color from the native flora’s late spring bloom still evident here and there. The orange-centered Mexican poppy was complemented by the rich burgundy of the Beaver Paddle Blossom, whereas the dusty rose oleander and Fairy Duster, like the lavender Easter cactus bloom and wild roses, represented a cooler but no less beautiful palette.

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Hitting the auto dial on the radio, Deeley changed stations. The driving chorus of an old Metallica tune spilled out. That was more like it. Enter the Sandman. With a smile, Deeley turned up the volume as she sped toward the super-sized ice cream cone in the distance that seemingly rose out of the landscape like a mirage.

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Chapter Two Huritt was dying. He had always been a master at disguising the truth, sometimes even to himself, but there was no camouflaging or explaining his way out this time. If he didn’t get shelter, and fast, he was going to explode like fireworks on the fucking forth of July. Only when he blew up, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Not that there appeared to be anyone around for miles. A sudden gust of wind blew another blinding hail of sand upward. The onslaught stung as the minute grains drove into his nose and mouth and further lightened his silken black hair into a mottled mass of dull gray. Beneath the punishing rays of the afternoon sun, the exposed skin on his hands and face had shriveled to a charred, tarcolored mess peppered with angry-looking blisters, while his grotesquely cracked lips remained oddly pale. The dried blood that had initially sprung from the tattered ridges along the once-soft flesh of his full mouth had long since been licked clean. His tongue was swollen, his throat nearly closed, as were his light jade-colored eyes, now red and squinting behind a dark pair of Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses. He was no longer handsome—the literal meaning of his Algonquin name, which he seldom used. To those who knew him, he was simply Ritt. Oozing a quiet confidence and a rare sensually charged spirituality, all wrapped in a lean, muscular package, Ritt was as beautiful and powerful a being as any wild stallion that roamed the very region he now sought to cross—the Sonoran Desert. At least he used to be. At the moment, he was completely unrecognizable as his former self, except for one thing—his calm, almost zen-like sense of resolve. For even as every inch of his body

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screamed with each staggering step he took, begging him to stop, drop and die, he silently refused. Glancing down, his eyes fell upon the far more crispy countenance of the fairhaired and fair-skinned Alexander—his business associate, friend, maker-come-lover, mentor, and currently the unconscious cargo Ritt carried in his arms. Thankfully, thick strands of golden hair hid the majority of Alex’s badly burnt face, his head turned in and buried against Ritt’s chest. Seeing the full brunt of the sun’s devastation upon Alex would have stopped Ritt’s heart. That is, if it hadn’t already stopped a very long time ago. Back in the 1700s, Alex, a fur trader, and Ritt, the first-born son of his tribe’s chief, had met at a trading post in Canada. The rest, as they say, is history. But time gone by hadn’t lessened the impact of their meeting. Even after some three hundred years, Ritt could still remember the moment his life had changed forever. As he pressed on through the endless stretch of creamy-colored sand, oblivious to the pain that for the past twelve hours had been his companion as surely as had Alex, the memories of that night so long ago washed over him as clear and fresh as a mountain stream. With the kind of clarity only granted to his species, Ritt could suddenly smell the burning wood of the campfire and feel its blistering heat on his face and bare torso as he and Alex sat alone staring into the dancing flames. With a smack of his desiccated lips, he tasted the pungent moonshine as it tingled in his mouth and on his tongue and burned down his throat, causing him to sputter and cough like a weak woman. Across the way, eyes that blazed a hundred times brighter than the flames that separated them, watched him, held him, forced him down and fucked him—all without their owner ever moving a muscle. At that moment, Ritt’s reminiscent viewpoint split in two, allowing him to simultaneously observe and experience—yet another acquired ability thanks to his permanently altered physical state. While he could re-feel every emotion and sensation 12

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that had touched his body on that fateful night, he was also able to watch the action from the sidelines as an unbiased spectator. Slipping back into the memory, Ritt felt and saw the confusion that raged inside him and was so very evident on his face…

~~~~~ Ritt felt weak yet strong. Hot yet cold. Scared yet brave. Every molecule in his body yelled at him to run away, only to then plead with him to stay put. His head spun and his heart raced, the latter covering his body in a sheen of perspiration and serving to purposefully pump the blood into his cock, which had grown so hard it pushed almost painfully against the deer-hide loincloth he wore. Ritt was so stunned and entranced that he neither saw nor heard Alex move. But move he did and with so much force and speed that the movement blew back Ritt’s hair when Alex appeared by his side. His pale skin was glowing, the firelight illuminating its translucent beauty, and his cool breath brushing against Ritt’s cheek swiftly translated to Ritt’s balls, which gave a little jerk in response. Slowly Alex licked his lips, his tongue seductively rimming his mouth, its tip playfully touching the points of his long fangs as his eyes locked with Ritt’s. A jolt of adrenaline rushed through Ritt and came to rest in the throbbing cock head atop his thick shaft. What was happening? Ritt had felt the fire in his loins—felt and quenched it—many times and with many women, most recently with his late wife. But never in all his twenty-six years had he felt the fire with a man. In those days, there was no word for gay. There wasn’t even any talk of such of a thing. Since the beginning of time, homosexuality had always existed, but in Ritt’s small world he had never even heard of it. His confusion deepened. I should go. I should get up and walk away. And yet, try as he might to make himself move, Ritt remained rooted.

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In slow motion, Alex lifted his hand to run one long, beautiful finger along the hard line of Ritt’s chiseled jaw. Reactively, Ritt stiffened, his pupils growing wide and dark within his green eyes. “Easy,” Alex purred in Algonquin as, back then, Ritt didn’t speak English. His low, soothing voice was not unlike the tone used to calm a wild animal. “It’s okay.” Ritt recoiled a little in a half-hearted attempt to evade Alex’s touch. In truth, for reasons he couldn’t understand, couldn’t even begin to fathom, Ritt very much wanted Alex to touch him. Touch him a lot. And not just his face. “That’s it,” Alex whispered, his finger gliding over the smooth copper skin of Ritt’s cheek to trace the pouting perimeter of his full mouth. When his lips parted slightly, Alex gently eased his finger in to fit snugly into the natural concave centre of Ritt’s tongue. With a winded groan, Ritt squeezed his mouth and eyes shut at the same moment and began sucking. The sound of Alex’s deep voice filled his ears and just about made him spill his seed right then. “Yessss…” With his heart pounding in his ears, and his cock throbbing, Ritt opened his eyes. Very slowly he followed the line of Alex’s downward gaze, clearly fixed on Ritt’s crotch. His breath caught in his throat. A dark blotch on the hide that covered his dripping hard-on marked the spot so desperately in need of Alex’s attention. There was no denying it now. Baffled and embarrassed, Ritt yanked Alex’s finger from his mouth. Wordlessly, he shook his head. “Yes,” was all Alex said. Then, in a flash, Alex was on him, pinning him to the ground with the sort of strength Ritt had only heard of in legends. From between his cool, full lips, his tongue was strong and hot as he licked Ritt’s chest and nipples, his sharp teeth biting the erect tips hard enough to leave an indentation but not break the skin. At the feel of Alex’s mouth on his flesh, the fire in Ritt’s loins blazed white hot. He groaned loudly as Alex roughly rubbed the massive bulge beneath his loincloth, his knowing touch working in 14

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just the right way to fan the flames and further harden his already stiff shaft. A strange animalistic snarl that both frightened and excited Ritt, came from Alex. Or so Ritt thought. Stunned, he realized the muted growl was rumbling at the back of his own throat as Alex licked and sucked his neck, his hot tongue snaking into Ritt’s ear and twirling within to make him squirm with need. Even so, one last shred of conflict rose up within him. This time he spoke aloud but his voice sounded unconvincing, even to his own ears. “No.” In response, Alex harshly ripped the strip of material from between Ritt’s legs as easily as tearing a piece of paper. Tossing the frayed garment aside, his fist then closed tightly around the bobbing length of Ritt’s shaft, which had, newly liberated, sprung out to lie flat against his abdomen. After several end-to-end jerks that left Ritt’s body twisting and his thick cock pounding, Alex opened his hand and, holding Ritt’s shaft steady, began to lick him from top to bottom. Ritt’s mind exploded as he cried out. His hands dug into Alex’s hair, both pushing him away and pulling him closer. Never in his life had he felt such a sensation. Neither his wife nor any other woman before her had pleasured him in that way. The long, luscious licks of Alex’s powerful tongue upon his thickening shaft left it jerking and hungry for more of the same. Alex didn’t disappoint. With his free hand, he cupped and massaged the heavy sac that contained Ritt’s balls. The gentle but firm pressure of his testes being pushed up against the base of his cock made Ritt tremble and sigh. Little did he know that Alex’s play was designed to gauge, by the little globes’ firmness and proximity to his body, just how close Ritt was to coming. At the feel of them hardening and drawing up tight against the base of Ritt’s cock, Alex swiftly changed his strategy.

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Taking Ritt’s cock deep into his mouth, Alex slid all the way down the pulsing shaft and back up, over and over again, his strong lips and tongue moving constantly as he sucked with a pressure that bordered on painful. Ritt shuddered uncontrollably. The hot, wet pull of Alex’s mouth upon his cock was incredible! Ritt’s hips pulsed forward, his unconscious humping countering the downward plunges of Alex upon his ready-to-explode shaft. Above Ritt, the stars twinkled in the black night sky and a lone coyote wailed far off in the distance but he didn’t notice. The only thing he knew at the moment, the only thing in the whole universe, was the singular, exquisite sensation of getting his cocked sucked—sucked well—for the very first time. By this time, Ritt was nothing but a writhing mass. His thighs and pelvis trembled so badly that Alex had to abandon his hold on Ritt’s cock and balls just to hold him still. When he felt Ritt’s shaft grow granite hard within his mouth, Alex knew he was running out of time. Reaching one hand behind to Ritt’s twitching ass, he quickly inserted his middle finger into the tightly clenched hole, just as he focused his oral action on the head of Ritt’s cock. “You can be like this forever,” he whispered as he pulled his lips away. “Young, virile and experiencing all life has to offer in a new and exciting way. Pain and death will never touch you.” The word forever resounded within Ritt. He knew the legends of the mystical immortals who walked the earth eternally. Unlike the others of his tribe, Ritt was not frightened by the stories. Rather, he was intrigued. And the idea of eliminating the pain of living, especially that which he’d suffered since the loss of his wife and child, proved too enticing. “Yes,” he moaned, arching his back toward Alex’s poised mouth. Resuming his forcible suction upon the swollen head of Ritt’s cock, Alex then swooped in for the kill.

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Right before the first warm spray poured onto his tongue, Alex dug his fangs into the ridge right below the cock head on Ritt’s shaft, easily restraining Ritt as he screamed in both agony and ecstasy. Withdrawing his teeth from the wound, he then proceeded to suck Ritt’s cock with a renewed passion, holding him steady as Ritt came hard, his violent convulsions an external indicator of the force with which his blood and cum shot into Alex’s mouth. With them both moaning loudly, Alex proceeded to suck Ritt dry. Dry to the bone. In the aftermath of the most explosive, earth-shattering, life-altering orgasm he’d ever known, Ritt lay staring blankly up at the heavens for what seemed an eternity. His breathing was shallow, his heart rate just this side of nonexistent. In many ways, Ritt felt as if he were dying. In actuality, he was. Still crouched between Ritt’s legs, Alex rose to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Moving up over Ritt’s still-heaving chest, he straddled Ritt’s face. Dazed and in possession of the type of resignation that reportedly comes to us all at the moment of our death, Ritt calmly regarded Alex from beneath half-closed eyelids. Alex took a pocket knife from his pants and flicked it open. The blade glinted in the firelight. Pulling out his own painfully hard cock, he then held it steady while he slid the cutting edge across the smooth skin of his cock head. A spray of blood spurted out and then spread over the shiny knob, soon trickling down one side of the stiff length. Repositioning himself, Alex gingerly inserted his cock into Ritt’s gaping mouth. Peacefully teetering on the brink between life and death, Ritt merely continued to stare, his body, and more importantly, his mouth, completely motionless. For the first time that night, Alex touched Ritt with tenderness. With his free hand, he brushed back the dark hair from Ritt’s eyes then, supporting the back of his neck, lifted him gently up. “Drink,” he said softly. “Live.” 17

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Instinct took over and Ritt’s slack lips closed around the hard length that filled his mouth. It took every ounce of strength he had left but ever so slowly he began to suck Alex’s cock. “That’s good. More.” The taste of the warm liquid that spilled onto his tongue was bitter and metallic but right after his first swallow, Ritt was hooked. Harder and harder he sucked, feeling a more vibrant, more virile version of himself emerge as the soothing warmth spread through his starving body. A better version. Ritt continued drinking the mysterious elixir, initially unaware of Alex moving atop him, his own soft moans drowning out Alex’s as he continued to suck. And drink. And live. When a second fluid filled Ritt’s mouth, this one hot and salty and more forceful in its entry, Ritt fully realized what was happening, knew exactly what he was doing. He was no longer confused. Even better, he didn’t see it as perverse or wrong or bad. He didn’t worry what others would think. He didn’t even worry what the gods would think. He only knew that it was good. It felt good. So good. Sucking Alex’s cock as he came made Ritt recall what he’d felt when he had been on the receiving end only moments earlier and the still-hot, wet memory made his cock stiffen in an instant. When the last spasms of Alex’s orgasm subsided, he made an abrupt about-face and dove onto Ritt’s bobbing hard-on, his own cock growing rigid once more. Hotly locked in a “69” position, the two hungrily sucked the blood and cum out of one another, over and over again, for the remainder of the night. But it was that first exchange of blood that sealed Ritt’s fate. From then on, he and Alex would remain bonded. Forever…

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Alex’s paramour had died of consumption in the 1600s. So they walked the earth together and secretly pined for the one woman who could make them forget those they had lost. Since then, Alex and Ritt had seen a lot—wars, depressions, booms, blood, love, crisis and the ever-reliable change—but never in a million years, or even three centuries for that matter, would Ritt have thought they would go out like this. Up ahead, a pale dome caught his attention. Blinking, Ritt stared hard at the foreign shape. Shrouded in the haze of heat that wafted across the sandy plain, it seemed to shimmer and shift before his eyes. Sniffing the air, Ritt caught the faint scent of dairy, its richness laced with a sickening sweetness. His stomach lurched in protest but beyond the unappealing aroma Ritt sensed something that made his entire body ache—ice. In his mind’s eye, he could see a cold, windowless room, completely void of light and heat. Stumbling forward, Ritt began to run.

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Chapter Three Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when Deeley stepped into the cool interior of Creamy Delights. The lights were off and at a glance everything appeared to be where she had left it yesterday. The cash drawer was closed and the soft hum of the freezer could be heard from behind its closed door. Inside everything looked perfectly normal. It was the outside that had given her pause. Moments earlier, before entering via the only door, she had immediately noticed that the lock was broken. More than broken. It had been ripped clean off, the surrounding wood in which it had been embedded shredded to bits. Claw marks were everywhere. Clearly, a wild animal had clawed its way in. Coyotes were part of the region’s habitat but it was unlikely that one, or even a pack, could do such damage. But the desert-residing bobcat? Maybe. What would have drawn it in though? With trembling hands, Deeley retrieved the pistol from underneath the counter. Cautiously she moved inch by inch about the interior, peeking into cupboards and jumping around corners, the gun in her hands shaking violently as she pointed it straight out in front of her body. Of course, it was ridiculous to think that an animal as large as a bobcat could hide within the moderately compact space but Deeley wasn’t taking any chances. Once she determined that the coast was clear in the main area, Deeley slunk toward the bathroom and, cop style, kicked open the door. It too was empty except for the chipped enamel toilet and matching pedestal sink. From there, Deeley turned her attention to the only other space in the place—the freezer. Again, logic dictated that even if the dangerous feline had managed to pry open the lever of the steel door and get into the icy room, it certainly wouldn’t have shut the door behind itself. At least, not on purpose.

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Closing the fingers of one hand around the cool handle of the freezer, her other pistol-packing hand poised to aim and fire, Deeley pulled up and then swung the heavy door open, bracing for an attack. However Deeley couldn’t have anticipated what lunged at her from within the chilly darkness. She also had no way of knowing that from the instant she had stepped out of the van the scent of her blood had announced her presence. And sealed her fate. A flash of dark hair and blazing jade eyes just barely registered before muscular, strong arms clasped around her waist in a flash and dragged her in. The loud metallic thud of the door slamming shut was followed by an icy blackness. Screaming, Deeley fought against the immovable grip that held her, scratching and slapping at the hard body that pressed like cold steel against her. Fingers suddenly entwined in her hair, directing her head to one side. A lick of moisture and an exquisite prick of pain on one side of her neck directly followed as a deep, low growl made her blood run cold with fear. Shuddering with repulsion and terror, Deeley abruptly realized the situation. This was no animal intent on devouring her. This was a human intent on raping her. The guy then fell against her, the force of his body driving them against the rows of ice cream buckets as they tumbled to the floor. The wet, hard pain on her throat intensified as they hit the ground with a thud, his hand cupping the back of her head right before the moment of impact. Seconds later, a knife of moist pain ignited on the inside of her right thigh, just up and under the hem of her shorts. Yowling, she bucked wildly within the powerful embrace that restrained her torso. Her lower half was pinned and held still by a second pair of arms that had looped around her buttocks. Another revolting realization snaked through Deeley’s tortured thoughts. There are two of them. The scorching pain on Deeley’s neck and leg rose to a fever pitch, her futile struggles lessening as the throbbing soreness, bit-by-bit, shifted to more of a sensitive 21

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ache. Gone was the distinct sensation of hurt. In its place was a strangely comforting feeling of surrender. And desire. With a low moan, Deeley relaxed into the chilly clinches that held her, the soft warm suctions that pulled so determinedly at her flesh, sending wave upon wave of arousal through her body. Where she had been, only moments earlier, shivering with fear and the frigidity of the freezer’s temperature, she was now on fire. Inside and out. Her heart beat faster, sending color and perspiration to the surface of her skin. Her knees trembled and her toes curled while farther north, her pussy moistened and her nipples hardened. While her mind screamed that this was an unwanted assault, her body seductively whispered that it was very much wanted. In the end, Deeley’s resistance petered out. Now there was nothing but the wonderful awareness of the exquisite pleasure that was coursing through her. Somehow Deeley’s attackers read her mounting excitement and abruptly changed their respective areas of focus. The guy on top ripped open her blouse and fastened on to one of Deeley’s swollen nipples, the sharp shot of pain promptly melting into erotic bliss. Below, the other guy whipped off one of her sandals and her toes were immediately bathed in a warm, strong pressure that translated in a flash to her aching pussy. Deeley’s soft moan gave way to a little gasp at the searing sting that blazed on the top and ball of her foot but soon she was drifting back into ecstasy. All the more-so when she felt the pressure of fingers against her veiled pussy. Strangely tentative, the movement against the area between her legs was more of a request than a demand. Instinctively, Deeley’s thighs tightened and her pelvis rose in response. Again, her innermost unspoken desire was read and accommodated. Reaching inside the wide-legged shorts and up under the edge of her panties, thick fingers began stroking her now-dripping folds. Up and down they moved, from the engorged bud of her clit to the tight, throbbing opening below. As her excitement grew, so did the tempo. The thick fingers slid into her slippery snugness and pressed upward

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to massage her plumping g-spot. With a stifled cry, Deeley exploded, the intense pleasure deep inside her only strengthened by the constant suction on her nipple and toes. As she came, the groans of the two men who ravaged her drowned out her cadenced moan. From there everything grew slower and slower. Sluggishly, Deeley felt as if she were floating, drifting, fading away. But in the most inexplicable way, she didn’t care. She was in heaven. At peace. At last. From within her ethereal cocoon, Deeley heard a sound. A noise. No. Words. Struggling to make sense of them, she strained to listen, her hearing, like her other senses, now mired in a murky afterglow. “I mean it. Stop. We’re going to kill her.” Then another voice. “So?” “I don’t want to kill her.” “Why?” A long pause. “I just don’t.” On one level, Deeley didn’t like the demonic chuckle that followed, but on another, it didn’t seem to matter. “One finger-fucking and he’s in love.” “Shut up.” More laughter followed, a lot louder and with an infinitely more sarcastic tone. “That’s it, isn’t it? You think you’re in love?” A note of incredulity laced the last question. “No. I just don’t see why we have to kill her.” “What’s the big deal? You’ve fucked and sucked a ton of women in your day. What makes this one so different?” 23

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Another silence. Deeley tried to open her eyes. For all she knew, maybe they were already open but all she could see was black. Somewhat similarly, Ritt’s feelings were blacked out as he puzzled over the question Alex had just asked. Gently removing his arms from around Deeley, he remained silent—not because he wanted to but because he didn’t have an answer. For centuries he had indeed enjoyed many a mortal—both men and women—and in more ways than one. What was it about this particular female that touched his soul and softened his hard heart? Perhaps it was a glimmer of her unfulfilled life as gleaned through her mental images. Maybe it was the yearning for adventure and the courage to seek it out that pounded in her veins as surely as her blood. Whatever the reason, Ritt was hooked. Completely hooked. A sigh from the vicinity of Deeley’s feet drew her attention down to the far end of her body. “You’re right. We could just let her die.” More silence. “But you don’t want that either, do you?” The response was soft but assured. “No.” “You want to turn her then?” Thick fingers stroked the side of Deeley’s face, the scent of her juice still lingering on the now-warm flesh. Dreamily she drifted into unconsciousness as the last few words she heard failed to fully register. “Is there any other way?” “Only one. That’s if it’s not too late. How far to the nearest hospital?” “She’s lost a lot of blood. Is there enough time?” Alex grinned. “Good thing we run really fast then.”

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Chapter Four When Deeley awoke, the first thing she became aware of was the pounding in her head. Up through the fog of oblivion she could feel her own heartbeat as it thudded, freakishly loud, in her ears. Then came the thirst. The driest day in the desert couldn’t compare with the rampant dehydration within her body that rendered her mouth completely devoid of saliva. Her nose felt painfully parched without its natural lubrication and beneath her closed eyelids, it seemed as if tiny grains of sand were scratching her corneas. With considerable effort, she tried to open her eyes but the blinding brightness that came into view sent a shock wave of pain through every inch of her body. A gentle voice beside her did little to ease the constant agony. “I think she’s coming around. Can you hear me? If you can, open your eyes.” Not if you’re going to shine that mega-watt light bulb again. Once more the voice spoke to her, this time accompanied by a light touch to her forehead. “Come on.” Grimacing, Deeley hesitantly peeked from squinted eyes. The burst of brilliance slowly dissolved to a slightly more manageable glare, the blur of white before her taking shape into a single figure. “Well hello. You gave everyone quite a scare.” Everyone? Deeley’s wide-eyed gaze shifted from him to take in the two dark shapes farther down and off to the side. Blinking, she tried to clear her vision. Slowly, Deeley came to

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see that the two forms were two men—one dark-haired, one blond. She didn’t recognize either but a blind man could see that they were both incredibly handsome. The voice spoke again, the words not even coming close to shedding a little light on Deeley’s confused state. “You’re a very lucky young lady. If it hadn’t been for these two guys, you might not have woken up.” Deeley’s gaze drifted back to her left where the white-coated figure, also a guy she didn’t know stood gazing down at her. The metal tips of the stethoscope that hung around his neck swayed as he leaned forward and reached up. Following the movement with her eyes, Deeley took in the bag of blood dangling from a tall steel pole overhead. From its base, a narrow tube, red with liquid, snaked down and out of view. The guy then took hold of her hand, gently lifting it, and turned her arm up. Craning her neck, Deeley saw that the tube was securely fastened at the crook of her elbow. The pieces were starting to fall into place but Deeley was still hesitant to assume anything. “Where am I?” The guy over her smiled. “Sonora Desert Hospital. I’m Dr. Gregson. How do you feel?” “Tired.” “No doubt. You’ve lost a lot of blood. We ran a test for hemophilia. You’re not a hemophiliac.” “A what?” “A person whose blood doesn’t clot in the manner it should.” More bewilderment. “I…don’t think so.” “No, you’re not. But do you remember how you got cut?” “Cut?” “We found a couple of gashes on your foot. Did you step on something at work?” 26

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Deeley tried to think back but it was almost as if a thick black veil covered her thoughts. Wrestling with an overly sluggish memory, Deeley tried to recall what had happened but all she could remember was opening the freezer door. “I think that’s it,” the dark-haired man said from the foot of the bed. Turning to look at him, Deeley gasped as she stared into his green eyes. A flash of fire shot through her, little flickers of fear, then desire making her insides flutter. “When we found her, she had practically bled out. The pool of blood was by her feet.” “You found me?” “We came for some ice cream,” the blond man said, a glimmer of something unreadable on his gorgeous face. “When we looked in, we saw you lying there.” “And brought you here,” the dark-haired man finished. Shaking her head, Deeley returned her attention to the doctor. “I’m sorry. I just don’t remember.” “Don’t stress. The good news is, you’re going to be fine. We’d like to keep you overnight for observation and to run a few more tests but after another couple of transfusions, you’ll be able to go home.” “Another couple? How many have I had?” “Three. Deeley’s response was an astonished, “Wow.” The doctor quickly agreed. “Yes. It’s truly a miracle. And these,” he waved toward the two men who stood motionless as they watched Deeley with quiet intensity, “are your guardian angels.” Deeley tried to smile but her mouth was so dry she feared her lips would crack. Instead she gave them both a subtle nod. “Do my angels have names?” The two men exchanged a meaningful look before the dark-haired one spoke. “I’m Ritt. And this is Alex.”

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Deeley felt a deep sense of gratitude well up in her and for the first time, she felt evidence of moisture in her body as tears filled her eyes. “I owe you my life.” Alex stifled what sounded like a cough. Then again, it could’ve been a laugh. Ritt gave him a blank look before turning his lovely jade eyes on her once more. “Deeley, we couldn’t just let you die. You’re too…we just couldn’t.” Let you die. It was a strange comment, implying that they somehow had the power to choose whether or not she lived. But Deeley couldn’t struggle through any more. The effort to talk was taking its toll and all of a sudden, a heavy exhaustion overtook her. Still, as she drifted into the sanctuary of sleep once more, Deeley dreamily wondered how the two strangers knew her name.

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Without a sound, Ritt pointed toward the road. There, Deeley’s SUV idled quietly, the gold and blood-red sunset far beyond, a dramatic and panoramic backdrop to the white vehicle. “You went and got my SUV today?” “No. We brought it yesterday.” “Oh.” With Ritt’s help, Deeley headed for the car door, pressed firmly against his hard body the entire time. She still felt a little lightheaded but the wooziness was not strong enough to overshadow the fabulous feel of Ritt’s fingers lightly digging into the flesh of her side as he supported her. Reaching across, Ritt opened the door. Alex, wearing sunglasses as well, sat behind the wheel. Turning to look in Deeley’s direction, he silently nodded in greeting. Deeley responded with a shy, “Hi.” For a fleeting moment, Deeley had second thoughts about going with Ritt and Alex. She didn’t really know these guys. Check that. She didn’t know them at all. Should she really be getting into a vehicle with them? She tensed in indecision. Ritt spoke softly as he stepped back, giving her space. But his lean hands hovered about her body, just in case she swooned again. “It’s okay, Deeley. We’re not going to hurt you.” Once again, the use of her name caught Deeley’s attention. And raised her suspicion. “How do you know who I am?” He didn’t miss a beat. “Your driver’s liscense. It was in your purse.” Ahah! She had him. “I didn’t have a purse.” A smile tugged at the corners of Ritt’s appetizing mouth. “No you didn’t. It was in the SUV though.” 29

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“And you just went rifling through it?” “Not me,” Ritt said, holding up his hands in a show of mock self-defense. “Alex found it in your truck. He knew the hospital would need your name so he looked for some ID.” Deeley stared steadily at Ritt, her pale blue gaze trying hard to penetrate his dark shades. Unsure of what to say, Deeley said the only thing she could before stepping into the SUV. “Oh.” As she crawled in, Ritt helped Deeley into the seat, leaning close to her as he pulled the seatbelt across her body and fastened it. While he fumbled with the lock, Deeley studied his profile. His skin was a warm golden hue, flawlessly smooth and remarkably inviting. And beneath his long straight nose, the full, soft-looking shape of his lips made Deeley’s mouth water. Ludicrous as it was, she had to force herself to keep from bending forward and pressing her lips to his. All the more so when he turned his beautiful face her way and smiled, the grin exposing bright white teeth in an even straight line. A flush of heat streamed through Deeley’s body, making her even more aware that the interior of the cab was cool. No, scratch that. It was cold. Mystified, she pointed to the console. “My air-conditioning’s broken.” “Not anymore.” Deeley twisted around to look at Ritt, who had closed the door and climbed into the backseat. “You got it fixed?” “No. I fixed it.” Once more, a single word came to mind. “Oh.”

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Suddenly self-conscious of her uncharacteristically limited vocabulary, Deeley secretly wondered if Ritt and Alex had decided she was a monosyllabic simpleton. With a weak smile, she opted for the only other response she could think of, marginally pleased that it at least contained two syllables. “Thank you.” For some reason, Deeley repeatedly found herself at a complete and embarrassing loss for words in Ritt and Alex’s presence. But why? Yes, they had breathtakingly perfect features, hard, hot bodies and that little dose of chemistry and charisma that one felt more than saw—felt it from their hair to the tips of their toes. However, Deeley was not completely unaccustomed to that. Over the years, more than a few famous people had visited Creamy Delights, including one of the hottest actors in Hollywood, the top male model for Calvin Klein and a British pop idol. What made Alex and Ritt so…mesmerizing? Alex’s voice brought her attention back to the moment and the front seat. “You can’t be without air-conditioning in this part of the country. The heat could kill you.” He jerked the gearshift into Drive and gradually pulled out of the designated pickup/drop-off area. Deeley kept her eyes on his face, subconsciously looking for some clue to the unexplained events of the day before. “So could mysteriously bleeding to death.” “You didn’t die.” “Yeah, but I would have. If you guys hadn’t shown up when you did…” Deeley turned her head to look out the window. She didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened if Ritt and Alex’s craving for something sweet and cold hadn’t brought them to Creamy Delights. As they pulled onto the highway and Alex accelerated, the Arizona landscape outside swiftly changed from a collection of shapes and shades to a blur of dark color. All of a sudden, Deeley thought of something. “Where are we going?” “Don’t you want to go home?” Alex asked, his attention seemingly focused on the stretch of road ahead. 31

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“No. I mean yes. But first, I need to go back to Creamy Delights.” Alex’s chin dipped down slightly, his startling silver eyes peering over the rim of his glasses to lock in the rearview mirror on Ritt’s face. A long pause resulted. In fact, so much time followed Deeley’s statement that the sound of Ritt’s low, soothing voice made her jump a little as it brushed her ear. “Why? It’s closed now. I’m sure everything will be fine until tomorrow.” “Oh I know. I just want to lock it up for the night.” Lock. For the first time since Deeley awoke, she could remember a detail, possibly even a significant one, from the previous afternoon. When she had arrived at Creamy Delights yesterday, the lock on the back door had been torn clean off. Along with that single recollection came a flood of all the consequent thoughts and feelings that had trailed the unnerving discovery—the fear, her creeping through the property with gun in hand and finally opening of the freezer door. But beyond that? Nothing but a dangerous allencompassing blackness. Shaking her head, Deeley continued. “Yeah, lock it up and…” Alex turned his head in Deeley’s direction. “And?” “Maybe by just being there again, something will jog my memory. I have to remember what happened.” Alex looked grimly at Ritt then steered the SUV onto the road that would take them to the ice cream stand. As he focused on the stretch of highway before him, Alex bit his lip. Creamy Delights was not the only thing that lay ahead. There was a remote possibly that Deeley might stumble onto the truth. Unbeknownst to her, Alex had very purposefully utilized one of his many immortal abilities—that of confining memories to the subconscious mind of his human victims— to conceal the details of what had really happened. But every once in a while, a sight, sound or scent would trigger a latent memory to reemerge.

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What would happen if Deeley remembered who and what they really were? Then again, would that be so bad? Despite his very best efforts, Alex was starting to develop feelings for the woman, a fondness that went far beyond lust or hunger. Damn Ritt and his mortal-loving notions. What the hell would he do if he too fell for Deeley?

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Chapter Five Ritt was uneasy but he knew Deeley couldn’t tell. He casually lounged against the counter, knocking the heel of one boot against the toe of the other as his eyes locked on Deeley and followed every move she made. And she moved plenty. For close to an hour, he and Alex had silently watched as she painstakingly went over every inch of Creamy Delights’ interior, bending down to peer into cupboards, climbing high to examine shelves, looking for some clue, some trigger that would bring it all back to her. Ritt stifled a sigh, averting his eyes. Alex knew he felt as if they were playing a mean trick on Deeley because she didn’t know that her stubborn amnesia was not a side effect of her nearly-bled-to-death experience from the day before. Her memory loss had been very purposefully concocted by Ritt and Alex as a means of concealing who they were. Or more accurately, what they were. But it wasn’t a perfect science. Every now and again a mind block wouldn’t hold. Only time would tell. Twice already, Deeley had opened the freezer and flicked the light switch on then stood peering into the long, narrow compartment. They could smell her fearful curiosity as, drawn to the frigid space, she entered the frosty chamber for a third time. This time she went all the way in and stood there, her breath coming in misty clouds of moisture. Her gaze drifted down to the bloodstain on the floor—a bloodstain Ritt and Alex could smell. “Is this where I cut my foot?” she asked, turning to look directly at Ritt. Wordlessly Ritt nodded, biting his tongue so hard it bled. He hated lying to her. By contrast, Alex seemed to be enjoying the deception. “Anything?” Alex asked from his position opposite Ritt, his smartass smirk dimpling the smooth flesh of his cheeks. 34

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Ritt gave Alex a hard look that unmistakably said, Can it? Deeley sighed loudly and turned around to face him. “No.” Ritt could tell she was lying. She wasn’t fooling Alex either. Of course, he and Alex could sense that Deeley did feel something. Something very strong. From the heat rising off her body and the flashes of images in her head, they could see that the shiver-producing chilliness and blended aroma of assorted ice creams made her salivate, made her nipples harden and her pussy moisten. It was obvious to them that Deeley was powerfully turned on. Ritt and Alex could smell her arousal. “You know, you’re going to think I’m crazy but ice cream makes me…hot,” Alex murmured. “Alex,” Ritt warned. Completely ignoring Ritt, Alex sauntered toward Deeley. Deeley failed to hear the warning in Ritt’s voice. Moving within a few inches of her, Alex stopped, his fangs elongating as he leisurely reached out a hand and stroked the side of her face. At his icy touch, Deeley shivered. “What about you?” Alex purred. Swallowing, Deeley shook her head, the pounding of her heart thudding in Ritt and Alex’s ears. “I don’t like ice cream…anymore.” “Why is that?” Alex smiled as he watched her body react to the sound of his low whisper—goose bumps on her neck and shoulders. “It makes me think of some…thing.” “Something bad, I take it?” Deeley nodded, her breath catching when Alex flashed her a grin. “Bet we can turn it into something good. Real good.” Alex could feel Deeley’s confusion, sense how the strength of her desire for him both baffled and frightened her. 35

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“What’s happening?” she whispered. Pulling Deeley into a gentle embrace, Alex kissed her neck—warm, wet touches of his cool mouth on her suddenly sizzling skin. Letting his strong hands glide down her back, he caressed her butt for a long moment before clasping her butt cheeks and hoisting her up. Deeley wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as his lips trailed kisses down the low V-neck of her shirt to the valley between her breasts. A little sigh escaped her as Alex lowered her slightly so her clothed pussy was pressing against his veiled hard-on. Tilting his head to one side, he sucked her hard nipple through the fabric of her bra and top, the firm pressure of his lips making her moan with need. Her eyes fluttered shut. Ritt watched them from across the way, a fiery hunger lighting up his dark pupils. Squeezing her tightly, Alex turned his face away, trying to hide his grimace and the elongating fangs in his mouth. God, how he wanted to sink his teeth into her plump little breast, feel the rigid little point against his tongue as he sucked her good and hard. He could hear her blood pumping in her veins, smell the scent of her arousal between her legs and both made his cock and his teeth harder than they had ever been. But something was telling him to stop. Wait. Abruptly releasing her, Alex made sure Deeley was steady on her feet then he withdrew his hold on her and stepped back. The confusion on her face was heartbreaking. “This isn’t the time or the place,” he said gruffly before turning around and walking out of the freezer. “Better get you home.” Perplexed and more than a bit disappointed, Deeley salvaged what little pride she could. Flipping off the light, she walked past Ritt and Alex, totally avoiding their eyes as she turned off the rest of the lights then headed for the SUV. She’d phone the locksmith tomorrow. Climbing into the driver’s seat, Deeley promptly used the master control to lock all the doors. With trembling fingers, she fumbled inside her purse for

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the keys and after some trouble fitting the ignition key in, she fired up the engine. Alex’s face appeared at the driver’s window. “Are you okay to drive?” Deeley didn’t look at him. “Perfectly.” A blur of movement across the front of the SUV caught her attention. Then Ritt was at Alex’s side, his silken dark hair blowing across his chiseled jawline. “Are you sure?” “Positive.” He gave her a wink then that just about stopped her heart. “Okay. But put on your seat belt first.” Giving him a fake smile, she complied before turning to them once more. “Well…thanks.” Then after an awkward moment. “See ya.” Deeley closed a tight fist around the gearshift. Right before she pushed it into Drive, Alex’s voice brought the motion to a halt. “Deeley?” She wordlessly looked at him, a blast of want and need shooting through her as her gaze took in his metallic eyes and flowing blond hair. “See you in your dreams.” While not said with a sarcastic tone, Deeley still sensed a kind of torrid taunt hidden within the suggestion. Slamming the vehicle into gear, she peeled away from Creamy Delights. When she came to the turn-off onto the highway but a few yards away, Deeley came to a full stop and looked in the rearview mirror. Ritt and Alex were nowhere to be seen.

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Twenty-some miles up the road, Ritt and Alex touched down in the back parking lot of a motel, windblown but not breathless from their sudden flight. As they walked around to the front office, Ritt studied Alex’s face. “Are you going to tell me what that was all about?” “What?” “See you in your dreams? You know she can’t dream about us while we’ve blocked her.” “What if she wasn’t blocked?” Ritt stopped and stared at Alex. “Are you serious?” Alex halted too. “Dead.” “But why? If we remove the block, she’ll remember what happened.” Alex shrugged. “So?” The level of astonishment in Ritt’s voice was apparent. “So? She’ll remember what we did, what we are.” Alex slowly walked away. “I know.” It took a moment for Ritt but finally it began to sink in. “You want that,” he said matter-of-factly. “You want her to know.” Alex didn’t confirm it but Ritt knew it was true. What he didn’t understand was the reason behind Alex’s change of heart. “Why?” By now they had reached the main entrance to the motel. Alex turned to him then and smiled. “Let’s just say that it’s taken some three hundred years but I think you’re beginning to rub off on me.” Ritt gave him a strange look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means that you’re not the only one who’s fallen for her.”

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Fourteen days later, Deeley was curled up at home on the worn sofa, flipping mindlessly through the boring selection of programs on the television. When she came upon a rerun of the old gothic soap opera Dark Shadows about the young Victoria Winters who falls in love with the eternally dashing Barnabas Collins, she tossed the remote aside with a snort. Terrific. Life imitating art. For the past two weeks, Deeley had been bombarded night and day with images of the two blood-sucking “heroes” who had damn near ended her life, saved it by rushing her to a hospital for a handful of transfusions, then fucked off, supposedly to greener pastures. Or was that redder pastures? Either way, her immortal saviors bore too close a resemblance to their mortal equivalents—human males—in that once they got what they wanted, or if they didn’t, they hit the road, never to be heard from again. Whatever. The sooner she put the memory of their hypnotic eyes, hard bodies and sweet, sucking lips out of her mind, the better. At the onset of the recollections that had fully revealed what had happened on that fateful day, Deeley had been horrified and repulsed. At first, she had worried that she might become a…like them. After the first week that concern had disappeared. Now she was just confused. Initially determined to go to the police, she wrote down everything she could recall in a comprehensive but informal account. But as she detailed the event, her thoughts started to shift. More and more Deeley became convinced that reporting the episode was futile. No one was likely to believe her so why bother wasting the gas and time it would take to go to the police station? Beyond that however, Deeley fought against another thought—a feeling really—that even if someone did believe her, she didn’t want them to. Not that she was eager to be branded a nutcase but the thought of Ritt and Alex being hunted and possibly even hurt made her insides twist. Why, Deeley couldn’t 39

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“No shit. But why? Did you come to finish me off? Take another kick at the cat?” Deeley had effectively worked herself into a lather. She was breathing heavily, her hands now balled into tight fists and hanging tensely by her sides. Ritt looked at her with surprise. “You’re…mad at us.” “Give the boy a prize.” The belligerence in Deeley’s voice perfectly matched the expression on her face. Alex laughed. “But why?” “Why?” Deeley all but screamed. A look of concern wiped the smile from Ritt’s face. “Is it because we almost killed you?” “That’s a good start.” “Yes, but that’s not it. Is it Deeley?” Alex set down the ice cream cartons and moved toward her. Deeley immediately took a step back. “Stay away from me.” When Alex ignored her, Deeley drew back and slapped him hard across the face. Alex didn’t even flinch. But he did stop—stop and stare at her for the longest time imaginable. Then at last he spoke, his voice very soft. And strangely apologetic. “I deserved that.” “So do I,” Ritt said, moving to stand beside Alex. Turning his head to one side, he motioned to his cheek. “Let ’er rip.” Deeley sighed, her blood boiling in fury. “Don’t make fun of me.” “I’m not,” he replied sincerely. “We did an unthinkable thing to you, and worse, without your knowledge or consent. You have every right to feel as you do and to express it. So go ahead.” Deeley didn’t need another invitation. Pulling back, she smacked him hard in the mouth, the ring on her hand slicing open his bottom lip. When the blood trickled down 41

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his chin, Ritt winked at her as he licked it away. “Good one.” Seconds later, the wound closed up and disappeared. “How?” “Our blood has accelerated healing properties and we heal perfectly—no scars. That’s why none of the wounds were present on your body when we took you to the hospital, except for the one on your foot. We had to leave an explanation for the blood loss.” “You guys are really pissing me off,” Deeley spat from between lips that trembled with irritation and a touch of stifled laughter. “We know,” Alex said. “That’s why we came here.” Deeley’s eyebrows shot up. “To piss me off?” “No. To say we’re sorry. And to start again.” “Start again?” Ritt took over from there. “Deeley, the reason we didn’t let you die that day is because there is a part of you that is like us—free, spirited, wild. On some level, we recognized that.” “Well, Ritt saw it that first day,” Alex said, “but I felt it the night we returned to Creamy Delights. That’s why I pulled away from you.” “I thought it was because you didn’t want me.” “Didn’t want you? I’ve never wanted anyone more,” Alex said, his eyes glowing with warmth. “But I couldn’t deceive you again. It just didn’t feel right. I needed you to know the truth and then if you still wanted to be with us, the decision would be yours to make. But you would be making it fully informed.” Deeley looked from one to the other, her anger subsiding as her confusion rose. “I’m not entirely sure what you’re offering here.”

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“Aren’t you?” Ritt asked softly as he moved closer to her. “You want what we have and for the first time ever, we want to share what we have with another. And that other is you.” The weight of what had he just proposed fell heavily on Deeley and she felt both exhilarated and afraid. Somehow she knew that they knew what she was feeling but Deeley still felt compelled to say it. “I’m afraid.” “We know,” Alex said. “But you don’t have to be. We promise it’s a ride you’re going to love.” “Will it…hurt?” she asked feebly. “Don’t you remember?” Ritt smiled. At his urging, Deeley drifted back to that day in the freezer once again, the memory of the swift sharp pangs on her throat, her breast, her thigh and her foot, deliciously followed by warmth and moisture and sensual suction. “Of course, the ice cream will help,” Alex added. “It will cool the areas and make it more fun for us all.” “You can eat ice cream?” Deeley asked in amazement. “Well I wouldn’t polish off a whole tub but lick it off your hot spots? I’d walk through fire to do that.” “And did,” Ritt said, to remind Alex of how the two came to be at Creamy Delights. The remark went right over Deeley’s head so Ritt set out to enlighten her. “A few months before we met you, Alex and I ran into a few of our kind in Mexico. We knew their leader way back. There’s a lot of blood between the three of us and I won’t bore you with all the details but his band was determined to wipe out Alex and me,” Ritt paused for a long moment before adding, “Permanently. So after depriving us of food for a lengthy time, they dropped us in the middle of the Sonora. In our weakened state, we couldn’t fly or—”

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“You can fly?” Deeley gasped. Ritt just nodded. It was no big deal. “Or use any of our other supernatural abilities to get us to safety. By the time we came upon Creamy Delights, we were starving, burnt to a crisp and yes, as close to death as a vampire can get. At the very least, our lives weren’t worth living. Well you know what I mean. We really had just intended to get into a cold, dark place to hide from the sun, but you came in and…” Ritt shrugged and smiled. “You couldn’t help yourself,” Deeley quietly finished. “Not if our lives had depended on it.” “And now our lives depend on you,” Alex said, softly stroking her forearm. Deeley turned a puzzled look on Alex. “Why do you say that?” “Because without you, our lives are once more not worth living.” Deeley shook her head slowly. “I don’t understand.” “We love you,” Ritt said quietly. “Neither Alex nor I have felt love for a very, very long time. It’s something we don’t want to lose again. Deeley, we want to be with you. Forever.” “How? I didn’t change before when you took my blood.” “That isn’t how it works,” Ritt answered. “We took your blood the first time but we didn’t give you our blood. We have to exchange blood.” “And other bodily fluids,” Alex added with a grin. “Many times over.” Deeley slowly shook her head as the words resounded in her mind. And her heart. Breathlessly she spoke them aloud. “I want that too.” They all broke into warm, sexy smiles. “Well then,” Alex said in his low, throaty voice. “There’s only one question left.” Ritt and Deeley looked at him expectantly as he picked up a couple tubs of ice cream. 44

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“Which way to the bedroom?” Deeley laughed as she led them into the other room, awareness of them close behind making her pulse quicken. Suddenly, she whirled about. “Oh! But I have a waterbed. You don’t think it might,” she motioned to her teeth, “spring a leak?” Ritt growled as he pulled her into a close embrace. “Baby, I’m not planning on biting the bed. But I tell you what. When you spring a leak, I’ll be sure to lick it all up.” “Every last drop,” Alex purred as he moved behind them and set the ice cream and a paper bag near the bed. “What’s that?” Deeley asked, having not noticed it before. “You’ll see.” Given what they were, Deeley anticipated that Ritt and Alex would tear her clothes off and fuck and suck her silly. But to her amazement, the guys exhibited incredible restraint as they removed her clothes in slow motion. While Ritt pulled Deeley’s top out of the waistband of her jeans and up over her head, Alex unfastened her bra and, easing it forward, let it fall off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor. With his searing gaze locked on her face, Ritt then popped the button and unzipped her faded denims, his hands like cool feathers brushing her hips as he slid them into her jeans and edged them down. Following suit, Alex’s hands took hold of the satin of her panties and slid them south until they reunited with the bunched fabric at her ankles. Sighing softly, Deeley stepped out of the last bit of her clothing. With a sudden playful lunge, Ritt scooped her up into his arms, stepped around Alex and threw Deeley on the waterbed where she landed, and bounced, laughing. In a show of inhuman speed, Alex stood above her, his legs straddling her torso as he began to strip. At a snail’s pace, he unbuttoned his shirt and slid the light material off his wide shoulders to reveal the alabaster smoothness of his chest and arms. Undoing his pants, he inserted one long, lean hand into the open fly to massage what 45

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lay beneath, his fingers and palm moving sensually over his bulging briefs. In a movement too fast for human eyes, Alex jumped away from her and then back again. Only this time, he was completely naked. Deeley bit her lip as Alex stroked his long, thick cock that sprang from a mass of dark blond curls and angled straight toward her face. What a thing of beauty. Its luminous pale hue was contrasted by the ropey powder-blue veins that snaked up its length and led to its smooth rose-colored head. Beneath it, his large, full balls strained against the nearly translucent sac that held them. “See what you do to me?” he said, cupping his balls with one hand as the other continued moving up and down his shaft. “I can’t remember the last time I was this full. Or this hard.” His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “Touch me.” Deeley stretched out a hand toward Alex’s beautiful cock, her fingers closing around its impressive girth as he moved his hand away, only to replace it atop hers. Guiding her, Alex slid their fingers back and forth over his rigid length, squeezing Deeley’s hand beneath his on every downward pull. “Mmm,” he said with a soft smile. “That’s good.” Deeley could feel his response, feel the blood pumping into his cock—hardening him, thickening him, lengthening him, even more than he already was. Ritt’s hands suddenly came into Deeley’s view as they skimmed Alex’s hips and drifted down. One hand closed around the velvety knob that she and Alex were just skirting. The other dipped down to expertly manipulate Alex’s balls. Caressing first one testicle then the other within his palm, Ritt punctuated each global massage with a gentle downward tug on Alex’s scrotum. “Yeah. Real good,” Ritt whispered into Alex’s hair as Alex leaned back against him. Momentarily halting his motion, Ritt took away his hand and smiled. Alex’s cock was dripping. “That’s my kind of ice cream.”

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The up-close and personal view of the hand job was making Deeley hotter than she’d ever been. Her mouth watered and ice cream or not, she wanted Alex inside her. But clearly, this was going to be no rushed affair. Revealing his freakish strength, Ritt delved a hand into one of the frozen tubs of ice cream and pulled out a clump. Resuming his hot assault on Alex, Ritt rubbed the frozen glob all around the plumshaped orb at the top of his cock, lightly easing Deeley’s hand out of the way so he could also work it up and down Alex’s shaft. Alex moaned, his hips shooting forward as Ritt continued to jerk his cock, the ice cream starting to melt and trickle out from between the closed fingers of Ritt’s tight fist and onto Alex’s balls, which shuddered as they drew up close to his body. “Not yet,” he said gruffly. A blur of movement, a feeling of weightlessness and but a few seconds later, Deeley was on her stomach but facing the other direction, her feet bumping the headboard. Ritt crouched by her left side and Alex was kneeling between her legs. Armed with fresh clumps of ice cream, they both began systemically rubbing the ice cream on Deeley’s body then removing it with their mouths and tongues. Pulling her hair aside, Ritt smeared the melting treat along one side of her neck and over the curve of her shoulder, down her arm and finally along her fingers. Then taking his own sweet time, he licked the trail of sticky sweetness he’d made, his powerful mouth pulling at her warm flesh as he ended each lick with a long, leisurely suck. He painstakingly focused on every inch, only leaving an area when it had been completely licked and sucked free of any milky residue. Deeley laid her head to one side, silently mystified at how differently her body reacted to Ritt and Alex. With Dale, she had responded—hard not to—but it had always been on more of a physical level. Now, her heart soared, the butterflies in her stomach going haywire even as her pussy plumped and became saturated at the feel of their lips and tongues.

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Deeley’s focus shifted to Alex who was lovingly sucking her cream-covered toes. Bit by bit he smeared the ice cream then sucked the sole of each foot and each heel—an attack that just about made Deeley come—before moving up the backs of her legs, leisurely making his way to the ultra-sensitive nooks in the backs of her knees. When his lips at last reached that destination, Deeley groaned, her nipples growing sore and hot beneath her, the astounding wetness between her legs flowing down to pool against her depressed mons. By this time, Ritt had worked his way past her shoulder blades and the small of her back to saturate and lick Deeley’s buttocks. For a brief second, Deeley tensed at the frozen feel of the ice cream as it drizzled into her crack and across her butt hole. Ritt immediately stopped what he was doing. “Is this okay?” Deeley didn’t answer right away. The memory of her last time with Dale reared its ugly head and with it came the feelings of pain and revulsion. But somehow this was different. Ritt and Alex’s touches were so tender, so sensual, so good. Whatever they did didn’t hurt and it certainly didn’t feel wrong. But beyond that, just the fact that Ritt had asked Deeley first made all the difference in the world. “I won’t if you don’t want me to.” Who woulda thunk a vampire could be a gentleman too? Deeley’s pussy throbbed in silent response. Her answer came out as a soft croak. “I want you to.” Gently spreading her cheeks apart, Ritt then proceeded to slowly lick the ice cream from between them. The sensation was exquisite. Every hair on her body stood up at the unfamiliar but decidedly pleasurable feel of his hot tongue caressing and rimming the one place no human, or vampire for that matter, had ever touched with so much love. For a good five minutes, Ritt licked her, his strong hands molding and parting her quivering cheeks, the feel of Alex’s lips and tongue on her thighs taking Deeley right to the edge. 48

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From his upright position behind her head, Alex leaned forward across Deeley’s body and took the can of whipped cream from Ritt’s hand, his hard cock bobbing in her face. This time, her navel was doused with the warm white stuff and Alex slowly licked his way from her naval to her mons and back until all the cream was gone. Quivering, Deeley waited for what she expected Alex to do next—lean forward and bury his face between her legs. But in a powerful move that left her dizzy, Alex grabbed her around the waist and lifted Deeley upside down so they were, for all intents and purposes, in a kneeling 69 position, with her face in place to suck his cock and her pussy conveniently spread open before his mouth. Reflexively, Deeley struggled, fearful of the inverted and awkward position but she soon realized that she was not going to fall. Alex had her and as strange as it sounded, Deeley was not uncomfortable. Now nose-to-nose with Alex’s stiff cock, Deeley began kissing the rigid length, the taste of his salty cum making her insides twist with desire. Answering that call, Alex lowered his face and after tonguing her bellybutton and lower abdomen, he opened his mouth to completely cover Deeley’s clit. From his upturned location, the pressure on the little bud was more pronounced. Locking his lips around the swollen nub, Alex settled into a steady sucking rhythm, moving his head forward and back to further maximize the pleasurable tugging on the tiny hot spot. Deeley’s whole body shook within his strong embrace as she felt the surge of another climax take hold. Latching on to Alex’s swollen cock, she slid the rigid length into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth. Just when she was ready to come, Alex abandoned his oral assault on her clit and laid a collection of strong, continual licks across Deeley’s slippery cunt, back and forth, repeatedly. Then Alex extended his tongue into a long, rigid line and vigorously tongue-fucked her, thrusting in and out of her snug opening in a pretty impressive imitation of a cock, the edge of his chin thumping against her clit with each pleasurable plunge. The combination was too much for Deeley. In another intense episode, she came hard, only distantly aware of Alex’s cock pumping into her mouth in perfect time with his tongue pumping into her climaxing cunt.

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When at last the spasms stopped, Deeley found herself once more upright but redfaced and dizzy. She started to fall backward but Ritt had her in a flash. “You look hot,” he said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Let’s get you on top.” Lying back, he pulled Deeley onto him and then onto his throbbing cock. Still a little disoriented, Deeley teetered a tad, gasping at the feel of his hard, full cock filling her sensitized pussy. Alex’s shaft bumped against her back as he held her from behind, his hands anchored on her hips. Using his strong grip, he then moved her up and down, effectively sliding her pussy up and down Ritt’s cock and countering the upward thrust of Ritt’s hips. Soft and low, Alex breathed in her ear. “That’s right. Just lie back and enjoy the ride.” Deeley leaned back against him and closed her eyes as gradually Alex increased the pressure and speed with which he glided her up and down Ritt’s cock. She didn’t even open her eyes when Ritt took one of her feet and brought it onto his chest. The warmth of his lips closed around her middle toes and he sucked. Alex pushed her harder onto Ritt, driving them both toward orgasm until, right at the moment of climax Deeley felt a searing jolt shoot from her toes all the way up to the hair on her head. She gasped as the convulsions within her intensified and the heat of Ritt’s cum filled her. “Hang on, baby,” Alex cooed in her ear, waiting until she had finishing coming before repositioning her so he could enter from behind. As Alex’s hard cock thrust into her pussy from the back, Ritt rose to kiss Deeley on the lips. The tenderness in his touch fanned Deeley’s passion. Grunting, she pushed back against Alex as he plunged forward into her. Another dollop of ice cream on her shoulder, more sucking and again that intense, bizarrely pleasurable pain ricocheted through Deeley as Alex poured his cum into her as he sucked the blood from her neck.

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Lightheaded, stars exploding behind her eyes, Deeley suddenly felt a sweet nothing, a vacant drifting, just as she had that day at Creamy Delights. Then a voice, just as at the hospital, only this was no doctor talking to her. It was Ritt. “Open your eyes, Deeley.” When she did, Deeley realized that Ritt was holding her. A long, thin red line originating from his nipple snaked down his chest. “Come on, love. You know what to do.” Raising her closer, Ritt positioned Deeley’s face so it was in line. Gingerly she licked at the streak of crimson on his skin. “More. You have to take more.” Deeley tried again, grimacing at the strong taste but she persisted and the flavor soon shifted to something infinitely more pleasurable. Suddenly ravenous, she reached up and clamped onto Ritt, sucking his nipple with all her might. “Easy honey,” Alex said from behind. “I’ve got some for you too.” Pulling Deeley off Ritt, Alex turned her around and pushed her head down into his crotch where a similar splash of red dotted the pale skin of his thigh. This time Deeley didn’t need any instruction. Lunging at the blood, she fastened her lips around the source of the life-giving fluid and drank and drank and drank.

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Deeley laughed. “Maybe later.” Ritt regarded her in silence for a long moment, a look of pride lighting his dark eyes. “Hmmm. Looks like our girl wants to dine out.” “Is it too late? I mean do we have time before the sun comes up?” “I think so. What are you in the mood for? Deeley grinned devilishly. “I have an idea.” “Need some help?” Ritt asked. “No. But you can certainly watch.” “Sounds hot to me,” Alex said. An hour later, Deeley walked up the dimly lit stairs to the familiar apartment suite. She’d taken care to put on her hottest outfit and, thanks to her newly acquired immortality, she positively glowed with beauty and sexuality. Before she could tap lightly on the door, Ritt stopped her. “You know you can’t go all the way.” “All the way?” “Kill him.” “We don’t do that,” Alex said. Then added with a shrug, “Well, not anymore.” Deeley just shook her head. “I don’t want to kill him. But I wouldn’t mind scaring him a bit. Then after I’ll use a block like you did on me and the three of us can go back and celebrate some more. Sound good?” Ritt and Alex both grinned. “Sounds perfect.” With the guys waiting out of sight, Deeley knocked on the door. When it opened, Deeley smiled seductively, her voice a low, soft caress. “Hello, Dale.”

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About the Author A former operative for the CIA, Brigit Zahara previously unleashed her passion for excitement and adventure through her work, spending a good deal of her time traveling throughout the United States and Europe, with lengthy spells in New York, Los Angeles, Louisiana, Venice, London, Florence and Malta. After Brigit took an early retirement, she then looked to her closet habit of writing fiction as a means of indulging her need for pulse-pounding action. From there, her taste very quickly turned to the tantalizing arena of erotica. Brigit has written a number of sizzling titles for Ellora’s Cave. She looks forward to writing and publishing many more torrid tales of love and sensuality with this top publisher or erotic literature. Currently Brigit lives in a seaside villa in Majorca, spending the steamy days penning even steamier stories and the cool, ocean-breeze-kissed evenings researching love scenes with her heart’s destiny and husband of nearly eight years.

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