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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Forever At Midnight by Isobelle Cate...

When Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club, he searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost his mind. He is unable to believe Deanna is alive when he’d buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruor’s headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she’s hid herself from him all these years.

Knowing her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal everything.
Hearts are broken on both sides, but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all.

Desire rises and passions are rekindled.
Will their pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at happiness?
Or will it forever tear them apart?

*Warning: Contains explicit content and graphic details. 18+ Audience


For the next seventy-two hours, everyone was hard at work. Deanna and Eirene hardly saw their men. Every waking hour was spent going over strategies and sparring. The Faesten had become a full-fledged barracks. It fell to Roarke and Finn to ma
ke sure everyone was ready. Colin used part of the Agora to lecture on recon and intel. Graeme had several men with computer skills back him up in the nerve centre, teaching them everything he knew about security. Zac had three willing volunteers to help him with the medical aspect of the mission. In the Faesten's blood bank were several machines which accurately measured drops of blood and placed them into vials that a warrior could carry into battle. Zac had his volunteers man the machines, supervising them until they knew their workings inside and out. With all of the vials for the warriors matched and accounted for, Zac and his group left for one of the sparring rooms to practice. Each group was also given an hour for target practice. Finn taught them how to use the state of the art weapons housed in the armoury, training them to snipe at five hundred yards.
As long as the warriors stayed out of the sun, they had enough energy to last them several days, but their human mates needed sleep. Those who had no partners left the Faesten to savour what Manchester's night life had to offer, coming back before the crack of dawn to prepare for more gruelling hours of training. Still, Deanna knew Roarke was beside her in the middle of the night, spooning or cuddling her to his side. He didn't make love to her, allowing her to sleep, but as her body clung to him and her hand involuntarily travelled down his muscled torso to fist his erect manhood, Roarke obligingly gave in to her unspoken need, sending them both to the pinnacles of bliss, their bodies fusing in surrender before floating back to a satisfied slumber.
Toward the end of the second day, Deanna’s arms were aching with the strain of using them to practice with the baton. Sweat trickled down her back and down her cleavage. Eirene had not only taught her how to use the weapons, she had been put through a round of exercises which stretched her limbs and taught her defensive postures should she be attacked from all sides. From Budokon to Kendo, Wu Shu to Taekwondo, Deanna went through all of the basics. Both she and Eirene had changed into exercise gear earlier, but it felt like she was in her swimsuit soaked after a dip in the pool. She couldn’t remember when she’d had this much exercise, but it felt good. She felt invigorated. Fatigue which would have seeped into her bones immediately after the gruelling training was a thing of the past. Roarke’s essence inside her made sure of that. Also, a sentiment she thought she’d never feel again blossomed in her heart.
“Time out.” She gasped at Eirene, making the “T” sign with her hands.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Eirene laughed through her laboured breathing. “You learn quickly.”
“I had to in order to survive,” she said with a wry grin. “Besides, it seems to help a lot if you’ve made love to a Cynn Cruor.”
Eirene giggled. “The easy absorption mode. I was surprised myself how quickly I learned from Finn, too.”
Deanna gave a wide smile. “Looks like we've been imbued with part of what makes them unique.”
They walked toward the bench where their towels, water bottles and mobile phones lay. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this relaxed among people. It was a welcome feeling. She flipped the top of her water bottle and took long drags from it. As she and Eirene sat down her phone rang. She smiled at the name displayed.
“Jenny!” she greeted warmly.
“Deanna! Help!”
“Jen?” Her smile faltering, Deanna sat up. Dread fell heavy in her gut. Automatically she gripped Eirene’s wrist. “What the hell’s going on?”
“They're destroying the place.” Jenny was sobbing.
“Jenny, calm down.” Deanna tried to remain calm herself, but the look in Eirene's face pumped her heart into overdrive. “Where's Phil?”
“I don't know.” Jenny continued to sob even as she whispered fiercely. Deanna could hear the hysterical screams of the women who were at the centre, which gave her an idea of the pandemonium happening at the Foundation. Her blood turned to ice when she heard a voice in the background she would rather forget.
“Jen,” she said and then with a little more force. “Jenny, listen to me. Where are you?”
“I'm on the floor behind the office door,” Jenny said. “Please Deanna—”
Then Deanna heard Jenny scream before a gun shot rang at close range. Deanna heard the phone fall. The call had not been disconnected.


As the elevator opened to the ground floor, he pressed the hold button before striding the few steps to the door and opened it, taking care that the sun didn't touch him. As the weak rays of the sun streamed through, he felt the gradual simme
r in his blood. Uncomfortable, but bearable.
The scent of ylang-ylang reached his senses before Deanna appeared. Roarke closed the door and backed her against the wall. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss which burned a trail down to his sex. Deanna opened up to him, her tongue twirling against his. He groaned as their tongues duelled, each wanting dominion over the other. His hand curled around her neck while his thumb rubbed against the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Deanna's moan sent his lust rampaging through his loins. His cock was harder than it had ever been. He rubbed it against her hip, wanting to bury himself inside her sweet warmth.
“Roarke.” Deanna gasped against his mouth. “Please….”
In a flash, Roarke pulled her inside the elevator. As the doors closed he punched in several numbers.
“That's a longer code.” Deanna observed.
He turned to her. “It’s the code to switch off the camera feed.”
Deanna walked toward him. She opened her coat. His breath hissed through his teeth. She wore a simple wraparound dress of dark blue which cinched her waist and pushed her luscious breasts up. He pulled her against his body and devoured her lips before trailing open mouth kisses down the elegant length of her throat. When he reached the base, where her pulse beat erratically, he licked it, eliciting a sigh from her before he sucked on the tender flesh.
Deanna held on to him, her head angled so he could suck more. She whimpered and begged him to continue. Through her skin, Roarke drew a little of her blood. His body rejoiced. His cock strained against his jeans.
Deanna was still his mate. The sweet drop invigorated his senses. He felt more strength literally flowing through his sinews. But there it was. He also tasted something metallic and bitter. No one had to tell him it was the Scatha's taint. Inside his body, Deanna's essence mixed with his own. The combination of their blood was stronger than Dac's contamination. He clenched his jaw at the stab of pain in his system, and then it was gone. His body had battled the taint.
He licked at the spot and felt Deanna shudder against him. She faced him, her eyes aglow with desire. She shrugged out of her coat and parted the bodice of her dress, taking her breast out of her lace bra. Without preamble, Roarke latched on to her tit, kneading the breast as he sucked and nipped at the aroused bud. When he lifted his mouth, she moaned, until she realized he was moving to give the jealous twin equal attention. In appreciation, Deanna cupped his erection before quickly unbuttoning his waistband and unzipping him. Roarke backed her to the corner of the elevator and lifted her. Deanna's dress parted to show her black lace-edged stockings held by a lace garter belt over a lace thong.
“My lady,” he rasped. “This will have to be quick.”
“Yes, Roarke,” she said huskily, nipping at his neck. “Quick, hard, and rough.”
Deanna pulled her thong aside for him. Her sex was glistening and wet. The scent of her arousal enticed him even as it mixed with his own. In one thrust he was inside her. They both groaned in ecstasy.
He was mindless with lust as Deanna's sheath clung to his cock. He rode her as she bade him. Quick, hard, and fast. The sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her and the sweet slickness of her fluids coating him drove him wild. His cock thickened with each thrust. By the gods, he loved how his shaft felt as it deliciously scraped against the muscles of her sex. Deanna's pants and moans became the fuel which propelled him on—harder and harder—until her cries became louder and she fell apart in his arms. With every twitch of her sex against him, he followed her, the guttural cry of his orgasm lost against the softness of her neck.
Their laboured breathing and the hum of their afterglow filled the elevator. Reluctantly, Roarke removed his cock from her wet heat. Kneeling down, he kissed her, pleasuring her until she came again.
Half an hour later, they walked into the foyer, meticulously dressed.
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