His Eternal Promise

By Sheri Lynn

Carlee put everything into her family and her job over the last couple of years, sacrificing any personal life. After a rare evening out with a few girlfriends, she encounters a captivating man under inexplicable circumstances. Against all rational judgment, they share an evening of the most fulfilling and erotic sex she's ever experienced.

Maxim hasn’t wanted a woman, especially a mortal, in over a century, but he wants Carlee. He intends to keep the truth from her in order to build a relationship first, but a woman from his past complicates things forcing him to reveal the truth. He hopes Carlee chooses to keep him in her life, because he can’t leave, her life is in danger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rogue Phoenix Press
• Release date: Jul 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781624203299

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His Eternal Promise

Eternal Gifts Book One

Sheri Lynn

Published by Rogue Phoenix Press for Smashwords

Copyright © 2017

ISBN: 978-1-62420-329-9

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Dedication

To my Mom and sister. You are the ones that encourage me, support me, and make the time to read my work even with your own busy lives. I love you.

Chapter One

Exiting the pub, the cold wind hit her straight in the face; probably a bad idea to walk over tonight instead of drive.

Behind her, Jane giggled. This has been so much fun. Why have we waited so long to do this again?

Lana joined them on the sidewalk. Good Lord. It's really cold out here. Carlee, let us drive you home.

Not that anyone could deny the cold temperature, but Carlee didn't have too far to walk to get back to her warm apartment. No, silly. I'll be home before you two even get in your car…with seatbelts buckled please. Hugging Jane, she saw Lana's objection to this. She stood off behind Jane, her right hand on her hip and her lips scrunched; the epitome of a scolding matron. Give me a hug, and I promise I will make time for my BFFs from now on.

You better. You're young, beautiful and smart. Get your ass out of the office and your apartment. We've missed you. Lana pulled her into a tight hug. Text me when you get inside your apartment, and call me tomorrow.

Carlee missed her friends. I promise. Love you both. Be careful.

Pulling her coat tighter around her chest, Carlee put her hands in the pockets and headed home. The echoes of her friend's laughter causing her to smile. Making time for herself hadn't been a priority, even a thought, in the last eighteen months since her mom passed. Between looking out for her dad, the end of her relationship with Rob, and acquiring new clients at work, she had limited time and less energy. But Lana and Jane did not give up on her. They stood by her through it all.

Lost in her thoughts, Carlee rounded the corner of a strip mall. It's not that she saw or heard anything that grabbed her attention, because even now as she stopped and looked at the deserted back of the building, she couldn't distinguish anything, or anyone. She couldn't look away, as if something pulled her to that spot. Standing there, staring into the darkness, she saw him.

He embodied magnificence. The most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She blinked several times, uncertain if her eyes betrayed her. Dark hair, dark clothing, chiseled features and bright silver eyes, he returned her gaze.

Neither broke the stare.

Unaware if a sound or light pulled her gaze away from his eyes, she saw he held a limp figure. He held a man. The man's feet touched the ground, but his back laid across the gorgeous one's left bent arm, as if he weighed nothing, and the eyes were wide open and still.

Taking a deep breath, Carlee realized he looked dead. Panic set in, and the mysterious one tossed the dead man to the ground, never taking his eyes off her.

With no idea what she witnessed, she ran. Faster than she ever ran, faster than she knew she could. And, she didn't fall. Unaware if he followed her, her heartbeats and her breaths were the only sounds she heard. Running up the steps to her apartment, she turned her purse upside down to find her key. Frantically, she shoved the contents around until she found it. Inserting the key, she unlocked her door and kicked as much of the emptied purse through the door as she could in one swipe. Closing and locking the door, she knelt with her head between her legs, a full-blown anxiety attack rearing its ugly head. No, not now…you're okay. You will be fine. Your mind is playing tricks on you. You should have passed on that last glass of wine. You're good. It's all good.

~ * ~

Opening her eyes, she was surprised she had fallen asleep. When she first climbed into bed, her mind raced, and she feared she might never find sleep again. Turning her head, she intuited his presence before her eyes met his silver ones.

She gasped when he grabbed her ankle, pulling her to the end of the bed. She knew she was exposed. Nude. She slept that way. There was no fear. No modesty. She knew she was safe. As bizarre as it was, she knew this.

He pinched her nipple between his right forefinger and thumb. Not only did this surprise her, it hurt. Not bad enough to end this…this experience that hadn't even started yet.

You aren't frightened? he asked. This was the first time she heard his voice. He had an accent, Slavic, or Russian maybe. His right hand popped her on the left thigh. I asked you a question.

Abandoning her thoughts regarding his accent, she sought to recall the question. Stammering, she replied with her immediate impression. No. I'm not. She shivered as she looked into his silver eyes. He was possibly a murderer. Did he break into her apartment? Yanked from her bed, her nipple pinched and slapped on the thigh, and she wasn't scared, at all. The desire and need to have more of him raged through her whole being. The connection needed to be complete. I know you won't hurt me.

His eyebrow twitched, and he flipped her on her stomach. Nipping at her neck and the center of her shoulder blades, he rested his torso on her. Though he's fully clothed, this contact made her moan. Placing his hand on her lower back, he lifted himself away from her, lowering to his knees behind her. He placed his nose between her cheeks. The sound of him inhaling her scent caused her to tense up. Swiping his tongue, he added pressure with his left hand to her lower back, and with his right, he pulled her legs farther apart. Running his tongue along her slit, she bucked against him, but he held her firmly.

With his fingers, he pushed her lips apart, placing his tongue on her clit, then his lips. He sucked, licked, and when he put a finger inside her, massaging her inner walls, she whimpered with need.

Satisfied with her state of arousal, he inserted another finger. His tongue slid deeper in her folds. Her body grew taut, she couldn't hold off, and he sensed it. Hearing the unbuckling of his belt weakened her more; he removed his mouth and fingers from her. The belt excites you. Would you like me to heat your sweet bottom?

Nodding in agreement, but also to affirm her presence. She wasn't dreaming. This was real. It was happening. Half expecting it, but the first sting of the leather on her ass had her lurching away.

Nah, ah, ah Kotyonok. His voice was deep and smooth, as he caught and pulled her back in place. The sound of his arm lifting, and the leather cutting the air and contacting with her bottom, thrilled her. The shocking pain permeated her whole being, but not as much as the revelation