Immortal Lust
By Sierra Dafoe
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Sworn to chastity, Gerard has a deep mistrust of women, born of the infidelity of his boyhood love. Yet Cytharea stirs him in a way no woman ever has. And Cytharea herself is battling a deadly imperative -- she must feed from the sexual energy of a man soon, or die.
Together, Gerard and Cytharea discover a passion so overpowering it shakes the very foundations of Gerard’s faith. Upon reaching France, he must abandon every vow he’s ever made or lose Cytharea to the abusive ambitions of a madman.
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Immortal Lust - Sierra Dafoe
Prologue
The Greek gods were not known for their restraint. They lived large and loud and fucked like bunnies every chance they got. It didn’t matter if it was a human woman, a Muse, a Nymph or a goddess. If she was female, they sent their sticks and berries into the bush.
And goddesses were just as randy.
There were consequences.
Their children -- known as godkin -- had the same hedonistic appetites as their Olympian parents. And with each succeeding generation, something else became apparent. The descendants of the gods had a price to pay for their immortality -- they had to feed on the blood or energy -- or both -- of other living creatures in order to sustain their own lives.
The gods, as gods are wont to do, didn’t concern themselves with these insignificant problems, though from time to time they have popped in to cause mischief for their offspring -- godly entertainment, if you will. Other than that, they’ve kept to themselves, eating, drinking and being oh-so-very merry in all sorts of ways.
But their descendants -- those immortal beings now known as vampires -- continue on, some good, some bad. All deliciously naughty.
Chapter One
Acre, The Holy Land, 1191
In the hot, stinking dust of a desert night, Raymond du Sable crept closer to his goal across sands soaked with the blood of battle. Over four hundred men had died today, Saracens and Christians both.
But tonight, Richard of England and the infidel Saladin exchanged gifts of courtesy. Chilled fruits served on crushed ice, transported hundreds of miles from the mountains of Mongolia, delicate embroidery and lace carried all the way from Britain. The sheer wealth required to bring such items this far staggered Raymond.
But that was all right -- he would have such riches soon enough.
He grinned in the darkness, thinking of the monarchs in Richard’s pavilion. Bent over a game of chess perhaps, or enjoying the wailing of zurnas that the Turks considered music. They played at chivalry while Christians bled and died to reclaim the Holy Land from the godless Turks.
Fools, the lot of them.
He himself had no interest in the Crusade or its goals. He had accompanied his cousin on this fool’s mission for one reason and one reason only. And that reason lay just ahead in a heavily guarded tent within Saladin’s encampment.
Only fools and infidels would bring their women to war.
No doubt his cousin Philip was with the others in Richard’s pavilion, chafing likely as not at the intricate shows of royal politeness. A vain, pious, unimaginative man, Philip, just thick-skulled enough to be dangerous.
Did such a man deserve to hold the throne of France?
Raymond thought not. Thrones and crowns belonged to those with the strength -- and imagination -- to take them. He grinned again, keeping his lips closed so that the flash of his teeth in the dark wouldn’t betray him.
There were two guards along each side of the large tent, with two additional men stationed at the entrance. Raymond had no intention of gaining admittance through the front flap. No, his quarry was here, housed toward the back of the large, opulent tent that housed Saladin’s hareem -- a fact he had paid a pretty penny to learn.
But it was worth it. It all would be worth it.
He had discarded his armor in favor of stealth and speed, yet despite its absence he felt invulnerable, almost divinely protected. The first guard fell easily to his knife and the small, secretive, almost sexual excitement he always experienced while doing murder sang along his veins. It was so different from the crudity of killing in battle -- there was no finesse in that, no private thrill. As the second guard started to turn, Raymond slipped behind him and slashed his throat.
Blood spurted across the sand, black in the gibbous moonlight, and Raymond stared at it a moment, picturing it as a sacrificial offering to whatever gods there were. Truly, he could almost believe in the old gods tonight. There was a tension in the air, a sense of fate, of destiny…
Cytharea. Her name whispered in Raymond’s mind with all the potency of legend. Quickly he slashed a gap in the side of the tent and slipped through it, finding himself in a small, enclosed space.
Cushions were scattered about the floor, and a single brass lamp dangled from a chain overhead. By its soft amber light, he could see the girl cowering back against the silken blue stuff that made up the far wall. Her dark hair tumbled down, obscuring her features. The thin fabric of her raiment barely concealed her body. Crossing quickly to her, Raymond seized her hair and pressed his knife to her throat.
What if she wasn’t the one? What if the legends were no more than fables, fancies spun of air and idleness? Well, at worst he could slit the girl’s throat and be gone as silently as he had come, he supposed, and find some other means by which to wrest the crown from Philip.
Then the girl lifted her head, staring up at him, and Raymond froze, licking his lips. His heart thudded heavily in his chest and a hot, painful yearning unfolded in his loins.
Gods! She was everything the legends said. Eyes as deep as the ocean. A face more beautiful than any statue ever carved. But it was more than that, more than simply her beauty. She could have been a hag, he suspected, and still his body would have cried out instinctively with the need to possess her.
Her eyes held him, the only point of stillness in a world that was suddenly whirling. The ache in his groin redoubled, and it was all he could do not to tear the filmy gauze of her dress from her body and plunge himself into her there and then. He could see the dusky nubs of her nipples through the silken fabric, tipping the glorious swells of her breasts, and his rod stiffened even further, a thick, throbbing agony inside his braies.
With the last ounce of his willpower, Raymond tore his gaze from hers, panting.
Sweet Christ! There’s no doubt, no doubt at all. Still, just to be certain…
He yanked her head back and forced her mouth open, aware of the maddening spike of heat in his groin as he parted those lush, pink lips. His hunger beat at him like an imperative, demanding he take her now, right now…
Pressing the ball of his thumb against one gleaming fang, Raymond laughed quietly in triumph. Yes. He’d been right. From scraps of legend and whispered rumors, he’d pieced together the truth -- she was here, in Saladin’s hareem. His intoxicating, irresistible key to the crown.
Even such as you can be slain, Cytharea,
he whispered. If you do not wish to die, come now and be quiet.
He almost wished she would resist. It was so damnably easy to imagine her ripe, voluptuous body writhing against him as he forced her to the floor, shoving apart those soft, creamy thighs, driving into her violently again and again…
Cursing, he grabbed her wrist and propelled her before him through the slit in the tent wall. She didn’t fight him, but even that tiny contact seared his skin like fire. His balls throbbed, and the night around them seemed to pulse with every thundering beat of his heart. Somehow, they managed to clear the encampment without incident -- or so Raymond thought, at least, until they slid down the slope of a dune and he looked down to see fresh blood splattered across the charcoal-gray surcoat he’d donned for this mission.
He stared at it in shock then glanced in awe at the girl he’d stolen from