Scorched — Kayden McLeod

BLURB Have you ever been curious about the Fetish scene? About having the attention of the hottest, deadliest vampires out there, all out for your pleasure? Well, Sara lives that life daily. Normally, it's good to her, but one night the delicate stability in which the entire scene balances blows up in her face, and turns her world upside down, until she doesn't know which way is up. Her boyfriend Gene senses her disquiet, and turns his attention to where her veiled interests now lay. Loren is a rich cultured four-century-old vampire, who has his sights set on Sara, and has made it his prerogative have her at any cost. EXCERPT “You know I crave to see your pleasure.” Loren brushed my hair back, ignoring the others. “And these two…as you would so eloquently say, will blow your mind.” “But, what about…” I stumbled on my words. I couldn't banish the involuntary thought of Gene before someone caught it. “That man you think of,” Keoni said under his breath, “is not worth your time. There are much better things in life than to think of once was, or could've been. Especially when it's a memory that should be forever banished.” The cadence to his voice was erotic, and hearing him speak for the first time jumbled my brain. Craving filled me to hear it again. “Completely insignificant,” Adoniia concurred. The movement allowed his glossy hair to fall past his shoulders and conceal him, but one iridescent eye peaked out from between the strands. “He was another matter, and in a class of his own making. I've told you this.” Loren promised. I glanced at him and noticed he finally looked at our new friends for the first time. Something indescribable crossed his face, but choosing what emotion it could've been proved difficult. He spent more time than me hiding, and that spoke volumes. What altered the view from one man to the next? How'd he drawn this distinct line in the sand? “Jealousies over Carl,” I reminded him. “Also different.” “How?” “That is a conversation for another day, but it's very dissimilar from these men. With Keoni and Adoniia, they want to pleasure you, to hear those entrancing sounds as you come. It's no more than sex.” “And how would they know what kind of sounds I'd make?” “We've heard you, more than once.” Keoni ghosted a smile. “Perverts,” I muttered, shaking my head. Not that I could talk… “It isn't like you're quiet about it,” Keoni countered. “What is a pervert?” Adoniia turned slightly toward his friend. “Someone who has improper thoughts about another person,” Keoni answered without hesitance. “I think bad things about everybody.” “That's what makes you a pervert.” Laughter bubbled up my throat, and both looked amused. I walked further into the bedroom off the patio, unwelcome deliberation running through my head. All three men could read everything, not that I cared with Yolie gone. Loren wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest. His chin rubbed back and forth on the top of my head, as he always did when he was thinking too hard. “What's wrong?” he implored. I made the mistake of turning my head to look into those mystic blue eyes. The tortured quality was back, and my heart went out to Adoniia. Was he abused? Not in ways to be openly seen, but perhaps in a more subtle, emotional way. But I knew he had to be in one form or another. Sometimes it wasn't as obvious as one might expect. And he showed the “signs”. “Would you let us touch you?” he whispered, his words hoarse. Keoni's face lifted at those words. He didn't seem troubled anymore, and very interested in my response. “Answer this honestly,” I hedged. “Do you want to?” An amused grin flitted across his lips. “We both do, very much.” The raw sexuality of the admission took me by surprise. Both gazes travelled over my barely covered body like they were starved, but that didn't make any sense. As sex-slaves, was it wrong to assume they had sex? Keoni's smile turned cocky. On hands and knees, he crawled forward like a cat.