Exotic (The Druid Breeders Series, #7.5) (2 page)

Lucia turned smoothly, placing a hand that burnt
him to his very marrow against the broad smooth skin of his chest.
She gently shook her head. “Yes, I will.” Her eyes met his. “I
am a warrior and cannot let those unprotected females wander loose,
ripe for the picking, Tarrin.”

Tarrin hung his head, massive hands planted on his
hips. Intellectually he understood her determination; yet how could
he let this precious female out of his sight? His heart beat for her,
his soul pined for her nearness.

His eyes rose and locked with hers. “Then we go
together because I cannot take my next breath without you in it.”

She nodded. It as simple, for Lucia felt the same.

“It is settled then,” Kier said. “It is
obvious to the older vampires who remain that demons leave their hot
haven only when their females grow scarce.” He paused as the three
sets of eyes that he valued most waited for his final comment.
“Further, to keep an alliance forged over centuries, we must make
this right in the eyes of the Mer King and Queen. Constantine has
stolen their daughter and killed their son. He must be punished. Our
release of him resulted in this misfortune and they will hold our
coven responsible.”

“But why did he decide to kill and kidnap the
royalty of the Mer?” Lucia asked into the stillness of the meeting.

“I do not know,” Kier admitted, palming his
chin.

“We intend to find out,” Tarrin declared.

He nodded. “Who is our liaison for the Mer now
that Desmond is dead?” Tarrin asked.

“Madden,” Kier responded.

Tarrin nodded, then thought of something. “Was
he not the Mer...”

“Who made out with Aubree and caused Brandon's
blood of the Mer to surface? Yeah, that's him,” Holly answered with
enough sarcasm to paint the walls.

“Oh how the web of complication grows tighter
and more intricate,” Kier commented.

Lucia and Tarrin began to walk away but it was
Tarrin who turned back. “This might repair the alliance...”

“Or begin a war?” Kier's brows rose.

“Exactly,” Lucia agreed.

The advising pair to the queen and king of vampire
began to assemble Druid warriors to fight alongside them. They hoped
there would be no need for a battle.

In Tarrin's experience, there always was.

Chapter 2

Constantine ran, blurring with the pissed off Mer
at his side. She ought to be kissing his feet in thanks that he'd
saved her from the merciless demons. They would have used her for
sport, tearing into her virginity like starved prisoners-of-war
before a feast of epic proportions.

Con did not look at why it was important that he
save her. She was full of herself and not useful for anything but her
ability to fuck, as far as Con saw things. Nevertheless, his dollop
of Druid blood had utterly prevented him from throwing her to the
wolves.

Or demons, as it were.

He gave a short cackle, his guts still in the
process of healing from the treatment by that demon wretch, Brolach.
Yet, for all Brolach's cleverness he'd revealed himself to save a
breeder. The pussy. Constantine could never imagine a time when he
would be willing to reveal such a monumental secret simply to protect
a female.

No.

He jerked Ember to him ruthlessly and she cried
out, “Please, you are hurting me, vampire!” Her platinum hair
became bound up in their twined hands and he pulled her against him
by the silken strands, the pearl-like beads woven cleverly into the
luxury of it. The priceless seed pods of their healing plants were
hidden in plain sight.

Her blazing garnet eyes caught his and her terror
was clear. Con shook her, his hardened cock pressing between her legs
and aching to take her but he held back as she swallowed hard.

“You saved me from the demons only to rape me
now?” she asked tremulously. He looked down at her hand wrapped
against his forearm, the luminescent skin softly shining against his
pale vampire flesh. He sucked in a breath and heaved her away from
himself.

Ember stumbled backward and righted herself, just
barely. They faced each other, both their chests heaving.

“No,” Constantine said shortly. “I will not
rape you. It was your brother that would have the whole of the Mer
take a turn at your mermaid twat, not I,” Con stated with ruthless
clarity. His need to exonerate himself superseded any need to spare
her feelings.

Constantine watched as her delicate face crumpled.
She put a shaky wrist to her mouth to muffle the sobs.

It squeezed something inside Constantine to hear
her sadness.

He hated her weakness.

He hated the need that she'd awoken inside him to
fuck her. Protect her.

It made him loathe her and himself. He turned away
from her soft sobbing in disgust.

A noise made him perk up his ears. He blurred to
Ember, their spat and fucking emotional bullshit forgotten. He
covered her soft mouth and closed his eyes against the desire to kiss
it as a familiar smell wound its way into his senses.

Druid.

Many of the enemy.

He put Ember behind his body as the first of the
unexpected vampires came upon him.

But for once, Con had been quite wrong. For it was
not Druids but those of the Faction. His old cohorts had found him.

Constantine was woefully outnumbered and could no
longer lie to himself.

He had feelings for the Mer breeder. Certainly he
could feel her fear as an intense heat blazing behind him.

He would die before he let anyone sink their meat
into a pussy he owned.

And he would own it.

Soon.

*

Tarrin could not wait to taste his mate's secret
flesh against his tongue and she did not hold back, spreading her
legs to give him better access. He dove between them without
reservation.

Their fevered lovemaking had an edge to it that
Tarrin could not name. Something critical had changed between them.
They were now collaborators in war. And lovers of each other.

Lucia groaned as Tarrin laid a large palm on one
of her full breasts, his other finger pressing deeply inside her
channel as he pumped inside her pussy. When his lips kissed the side
of her opening and the friction from his finger became too much she
cried out. A most impressive orgasm hovered just out of reach.

Tarrin felt his lady grow moist as he filled her
with a single digit and then added a second finger. Her hips bucked
in response, his hand falling away from the luscious globe of her
breast and straying underneath the small of her back to lift her hips
closer to his seeking mouth.

He ruthlessly sucked at her outer lips, laving and
lapping until her pussy clenched down on his fingers. Tarrin took his
mouth away and sucked in the nub of her clit. As he did, he increased
his speed inside her. When her orgasm was on the point of bursting
the dam he moved his mouth away from her honeyed sweetness and put
his huge cock where it had been.

Lucia gazed down the line of her body, her hips
lifted and held in hands so large they cupped the entire breadth of
her ass. She felt that delicious orgasm lying in wait, and with a
small smile, she felt the huge tip of his dick breach her entrance in
a hot slide of flesh that married him to her deep wetness, kissing
the entrance of her womb then withdrawing with excruciating slowness.

Lucia cried out as he slowly entered her again,
her lips moving without sound as he buried the first of twelve inches
inside her deep Druid cavity.

When Tarrin's length finally met the end of her
once more, the floodgates of her release he'd held in check burst and
the orgasm shattered Lucia. Her hips jammed against him harder and
her womb opened to bring him where only a Druid female could.

Tarrin sunk into his mate's womb, his balls riding
behind his cock as they sealed the first entrance of Lucia and his
cock moved in and out, the lock of his nuts plugging her again and
again as his dick sought even deeper entry and her pussy milked him
of seed he didn't know he had.

When they became tightly wound within each other
and her Druid womb tore a third release from his prick Tarrin cried
out, the extraction of his seed felt almost painful.

They fell together on their soft shared bed and
still buried inside her, Tarrin pulled Lucia into the shadow of his
body, kissing her temple while his cock throbbed the last of his
essence inside her deepest cavity.

He could not bear to see her fight.

Tarrin could not bear not to be with her when she
did.

They lay together like that for a time, each
thinking thoughts about the other that they dared not utter.

Chapter 3

Constantine took a head count, his undead heart
speeding to an unheard of pace.

He must be cleverer than they.

A difficult and time consuming quest considering
the Faction were the most cunning and wily of the supernaturals.

“Constantine,” the head vampire of the
mercurial group of renegade vampires greeted him.

What,
Con thought,
is this flavor of
falseness?
It must be a ruse.

Con crouched, hissing.

“Do not... we are not here to war,” the one
said as Con's talons burst from his fingertips.

“Then what are you here for except to die by my
hand?” Con queried with typical arrogance. Ember stood shivering
behind him. Her hand clutched the back of his tunic while his
protective Druid nature roared for release.

The Faction leader smiled. “We have a
proposition.”

Constantine straightened. His eyes scanned ten of
he Faction. Was it possible that he could avoid a battle? “I would
hear your terms, Faction,” Con replied, while his eyes took in the
location of the enemy.

The Faction laughed. “You are who we thought you
would be.”

“Do not talk in circles, spit out what you might
say and save yourself,” Constantine said.

The Faction smiled.

Constantine watched as it began to fade.

That will happen when another vampire's talon has
speared the heart that sluggishly pumps blood throughout a vampire's
body.

Con watched the huge Exotic male step away from
the Faction who was now crumpled at his feet.

Con's eyes met those of the female behind him.

He had thought to never lay eyes on this female
again, for he knew she would be heavily guarded.

What had happened to make the Druids come out of
the shelter of their coven.

And why had they come to Con?

It took only seconds for Constantine to consider
these things. They melted away when the battle began.

Constantine was caught up in the fighting like
the tornado he was.

Destroying everything in his path.

#

Find out
what happens next with,
CONSTANTINE
, novella #2 of The Siren
Breeders,
coming January 25, 2013!

A note about
EXOTIC:

Exotic
is a
short story post-script of sorts that was written with my Druid
Breeder fans in mind. I consider it a fun gift to the loyal readers
of The Druid Breeder series and hope that it will eventually make its
way to the free category on Amazon in time (as I will be posting it
free of charge at other retailers).
Exotic
gives readers a
glimpse of what has happened to our beloved vampire characters after
Tarrin rescues Lucia. What is our bad boy Constantine up to? EXOTIC
offers some short answers and more questions to the unraveling of
some plot points for a future spin-off series if readers are
interested.

Let me know if you
are....

Thank you,
all of
you
, for supporting my work~

Marata

A Note of Gratitude to my Readers:

I began TDB with the encouragement of my husband
and continued because of you, my Reader. Your faithfulness through
comments, suggestions, spreading the word and ultimately purchasing
my work with your hard-earned money gave me the incentive, means and
inspiration to continue.

There are no words that are sufficiently adequate
to express my thankfulness for your support. But know this: TDB
novellas continued past HARVEST only because of you.

I truly feel connected to my readers. It is
obvious to me, but I'll say the words anyway for clarity: a written
work is just words on pages if they are not read by my readers. As I
write this I get a lump in my throat; your enjoyment of my work
affects me that deeply.

You guys are the greatest, each and every one of
ya~

Marata
xo

Acknowledgments:

You
,
my reader.

My
husband
,
who is my biggest fan.

Hazel
Novak,
my
copy editor. Thank you readers, by supporting my work you've provided
me with the means to give you cleaner copy.

My
Aussie Girl
,
I love ya.

BDH
,
a big supporter of my work, and of me as well; priceless~

R
ô
nin

Crystal

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Other works by Marata Eros:

REAPERS
(The Druid Breeders Trilogy, # 1)
BLED (TDB, # 2)
HARVEST
(TDB, #3)
SOW (TDB, #4)
SEED (TDB, #5)
PLOW (TDB,
#6)
THRESHER (TDB, #7)
THE DRUID BREEDERS TRILOGY (Novellas
1-3)
THE DRUID BREEDERS TRILOGY (Novellas 4-6)
DRUID
BREEDERS-
A Novel
(TDB, #8)