Lust Immortal (Vampire/Werewolf Erotica)

By Carrie Kelly

Isabel, an indentured servant, never meant to fall for her boss, the rich and elusive William Davenport. The man’s a monster, literally, and any passion he feels toward her could lead to pain and misery. With her service at an end, will she choose a life of freedom or a bond to a man whose lust might cause her demise?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carrie Kelly
• Release date: Mar 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311525321

Carrie Kelly

Carrie Kelly lives in Washington and writes sexy erotic romance with lively heroines and smoking hot heroes. She started writing romance when she lost her main source of income as a freelance writer – and it was the best decision she’s ever made! Besides writing, she spends time with her lovely cats, travels and enjoys wearing ridiculously girly clothes.

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Lust Immortal

Carrie Kelly

Copyright 2014 by Carrie Kelly

Published by Carrie Kelly

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© Can Stock Photo Inc. /mocker

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Isabel!

She’d hardly had the chance to clean the dirt and sweat from her skin when she heard the familiar call. Rising from the water, Isabel grabbed her thin linen towel and dried off as quickly as possible before pulling on her chemise and robe. She didn’t have time to tie up her long, chestnut colored hair, so she left it hanging down her back, the wetness soaking through the material and clinging to her skin.

Master wants you, Tabby said, a lit candle in her hand as she peaked in the room.

Have the rest of the bath, Isabel said and hurried out. Her slippers slapped against the flagstone floors of the mansion. When she reached the door to the sitting room, she took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The fire in the hearth provided the only light in the room, throwing shadows over everything. Master Charles and Master William both lounged in leather chairs. While Master William’s navy blue suit and cravat were both immaculate, Master Charles had untied his so it hung loose around his neck. Both men had the perfect bone structure and smooth, pale skin of their kind, although Charles had plain brown hair while William’s shone as black as a night without stars. Charles, she knew, was hungry as he eyed her stepping into the room. William’s eyes, green as an emerald, gave nothing away. They never had- not in the ten years she’d known him.

How may I help my Masters? she asked and curtsied. Isabel knew what Charles wanted, but part of being a good servant involved asking.

A smile twisted Charles’ perfect mouth. I’m famished, but I believe my dear brother also has something to speak to you about.

William stared at the fire, not raising his eyes to hers.

Isabel stepped closer, and her heart pounded in her chest. In all the years she’d known him, William hadn’t ever touched her- not once, even though his hunger led him to other servants in the house. To him she was simply an indentured servant working until she paid off her debt. They’d rescued her from a life of misery on the streets of London as a girl and taken her all the way to the New World, asking only for her service in return.

I wish to discuss that matter in private, William said, annoyance coming through in his rich voice.

Charles shrugged. I’ll just have a sip before I leave, he said and pulled Isabel on his lap with startling speed.

She braced herself for the bite, the sudden pierce of the fangs entering her neck and drawing out her blood. Charles hands wrapped around Isabel’s waist, gripping onto the flat of her stomach and traveling up toward her adequate breasts.

No corset? Charles whispered as his hands cupped her bosoms.

Isabel bit her lip to keep from moaning. If she closed her eyes she could pretend the strong hands holding her belonged to William and not Charles, but at the moment she didn’t want to look away from the devastatingly handsome man in front of her- even if she was in such a shameful position.

You know how the council feels about such relationships, William said, his voice neutral, but his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

Do you think I give a damn what the council thinks?

If you like your life the way it is you would, William said and sighed.

Charles snorted and his soft lips pressed into the delicate skin on Isabel’s neck. She smells divine. I can’t believe you’ve never even tasted her, dear brother.

William took a deep breath and brought his eyes to Isabel’s for the first time since she’d entered the room. She met his gaze, the intensity of his stare making the butterflies flutter in her stomach and the longing for him burned across her skin. Why did he avoid her? When she was a girl he’d been kind but always distant. Always just out of reach. Now that she’d grown and he’d stayed the same, like his kind was prone to do, she wondered what she’d done wrong to incite such disinterest.

Slowly, Charles fangs sunk into her neck, and Isabel gasped as they entered her flesh. The bite had a painful twinge but only just. Once he started sucking the sensations evened out and heat pooled between her thighs. The beating of her heart sped up and her breathing increased to ragged gasps with each draw of blood from her body.

Enough! William shouted and stood.

Charles chuckled as he pulled out his fangs and licked at the tiny puncture wounds. I didn’t take much.

Get out. I need her sensible.

Whatever you say, dear brother, Charles said got up after lifting Isabel from his lap. I do hope Tabitha’s still awake.

Once Charles shut the door and his footsteps faded deeper into the house, William handed Isabel a handkerchief from his pocket. Reaching out, she took it from him, hoping one of his long fingers would brush against hers, but he withdrew them too quickly.

Sit down, he said.

Master?

I said sit down, Isabel.

She lifted the handkerchief to her neck, although she knew the marks were too small to bleed much, and sat on the edge of the chair. Sitting back felt wrong.

Did we interrupt you? he asked as his eyes traveled over her damp, unkempt state.

The heat rose to Isabel’s cheeks and she hoped the dim light of the fire would conceal her blush. I was in the bath.

Well, I hope you forgive the disturbance.

Of course, Master, Isabel said and shifted in her seat. Her hair still clung to her back and she felt a mess sitting across from William in his fine eveningwear.

Do you know why I wished to speak with you? he asked, his eyes burning into hers.

Isabel’s breath caught in her throat as she nodded. She’d counted down the days, crossed them off her little hand drawn calendar for years. At first she couldn’t wait until the far off time when she’d be free. Now that the prospect loomed in front of her, she wasn’t sure what to do with it. Yes, she could pursue her dreams, but she’d also be apart from William. Not that he probably cared about the latter. She was young and pretty. Perhaps she’d find a husband and build a modest home with him. That would be acceptable.

He kept his eyes on the fire. The shadows danced across his straight nose and high cheekbones, making him look more dangerous than beautiful. Your servitude will be up in a week’s time. As the contract states, we will provide you with a tidy sum, I believe we agreed on twenty pounds but we’ll have to give you pieces of eight instead. Does that sound fair?

The thought of twenty silver coins, more money than Isabel had ever seen,