Blood Immoral

By Astrid Cooper

In Adelaide, the city of churches, it’s the night of the hunter’s moon and the Blood-kin venture out to play. But things aren’t what they seem. Mirrazan is caught in a deadly confrontation with Ric, the cop, and a band of rogue vamps. Things can’t get any worse. Wrong! Ric is not the man he appears to be, and the Law of Blood Immoral has been broken. So what starts out as a pleasant night of carousing, turns to dark and dangerous and the game of seduction takes on a whole new meaning of deadly when succubus and cat-shifter lock hearts, souls and bodies in the duel of love... All hell breaks loose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Mar 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771114660

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Chapter One

Darling, Mirrazan said, twirling her long black talon around his navel, if you can’t be good, then you have to be bad and I’m definitely bad. Centuries bad. She lifted her chin to look at him, along the length of his naked torso. If you wanted to fuck an angel, then you shouldn’t be here with me.

He laughed. "We’ve been fucking for hours, and still you want more. Are you on something? If you are, then I want some of it, too!"

No, she said, rising on her knees, straddling him, her heat bathing his rigid prick. But I’m on something now. She plunged down and his cock slid into her, gliding as smooth as silk until she reached his uttermost length. She pivoted her hips and he groaned. You like this?

His glazed expression made her smile. He moaned as she twisted back and forth, his nails imprinting her buttocks. She leaned forward, her body covering his. Her mouth rested at the base of his throat, where his pulse beat wildly. She bit and the blood flowed into her mouth, a blistering, salty tide that was ambrosia, this human elixir that tasted as no other. And as she drank, he died.

Mirra pulled back, horrified. He had endured, no—exulted in her lovemaking, matching her greed as best he could, demanding, taking, receiving. But this simplest of exchanges had killed him. Why? Placing her palm against his now inert chest, she read him and sensed a shattered artery from an imperfect heart.

* * * *

But I killed him, Sula! Mirrazan said.

Sula waved her hand dismissively. He was a beast of the field, no more, no less. Humans kill and consume without compunction, they—

I have a choice.

So do they. They choose to kill for food. In the act of destruction, they give no pleasure. Ironic, isn’t it. The myths of this world call us monsters. In reality, it is they who are the monsters, because they take and never give. Sula leaned forward and tapped her red talon against Mirrazan’s wrist. Have no sympathy for them! Play with them, fuck them, use them, but when you do, never let kindness enter your two hearts. They are not worthy of our love. If it’s love you seek, then return home and mate with a Blood.

I like it here, Mirra said. "Australia is such a land