My Immortal Knight, Book EightMelanie Bradshaw is driven to horny desperation by her torrid dreams. When she finally acts on her desires, things go horribly wrong and she witnesses the murder of an overly amorous lounge lizard-whose body disintegrates before her eyes.Detective Moses Brown isn't thrilled to get another "full-moon case"...until he meets the delectable Melanie, who took a walk on the wild side straight into vampire territory. Moses doesn't know why vamps are interested in her, but until he can find out, he's going to stick to her like glue, doing his best to ignore their instant attraction.But pretty little Melanie has designs on his body. Her hunger for sex is voracious, even downright insatiable. How's a brother to resist?
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
March 22, 2012
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Excerpt from My Sweet Succubus by Delilah Devlin
It started again, even before she sank deep into the dream. Part of Melanie aware she stroked his skin, part of her floating away, drifting toward the ceiling, gazing down curiously at the couple entwined on her bed.
As she watched, Moses' features grew lax in sleep. His legs twitched. The length of his cock, still drying in the air, lay against his thick thigh.
Her attention snagged on his sex.
Freed by her dream, she swooped toward the bed then paused to hover over the couple, suspended. She glanced toward the woman--the other her. The body nestled against his side disappeared in a slow fade.
The creature she was now settled between his spread thighs and bent to breathe in his musky scent, her face moving up and down, taking slow, lazy breaths and continuing to drag in his primal smell. As the scent filled her, she changed, formed, grew corporeal.
Now she wore wings, long, whisper-thin blades that rose and fell behind her, allowing her to hover above as she examined him. In this state, she wasn't Melanie. Wasn't human. A surge of arousal hit, so strong it curled like a tightening band inside her womb, twisting, forcing her clitoris to harden and expand.
She reached a lengthening finger between her legs and tapped it, felt it expand some more, protruding like a tiny penis, so hard and erect it ached--no, throbbed--with her frantic heartbeats. She drew near him again, reached for his cock and wrapped her longer fingers around his slackened shaft.
His eyelids blinked then shot open. He gave a yelp then lay stock still, barely breathing, his gaze sweeping her. "Melanie?" he whispered in her dream.
"Not Melanie," she said, her voice a whispery rasp. At this moment, she wasn't. She was a wild, hungry creature. "Neeeeeed," she whined, her fist pulling on his cock, her palm heating. She sent a slither of heat through her hand, feeling it slide from her fingers into his cock. Now he'd never be able to resist.
His hips jerked then pumped, pushing his hardening shaft through her tight fist. "What the fuck? Let me go!"
"Neeeed!" she repeated, too excited, too tense with the sexual energy running through her body to be coherent. She flung back her head and let out a cry, an animalistic howl that filled the small space. Her wings fluttered, stirring until the curtains at the windows flapped and her long, black braids whipped furiously around her.
Her wings angled and she let go of his penis, floating up then back down. Holding his wide-eyed gaze, she opened her thighs, repositioned her wings again and swooped closer.
Moses scrambled onto his elbows and began to scoot away.