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Christmas Cookies: Frost Bite Tuesday Morrigan When Julian wakes to find three beautiful women on his bed his thoughts are predictably X-rated. When he discovers that the three women are the Fates, the Gods responsible for the death of his beloved, he is livid… until he hears their proposal. They will give Julian three days with Jacklyn. Three days to love her, touch her, kiss her, and change the course of history. Three days to tell her his secret. Three days to prevent the death that never should have happened.

Chapter One I Saw Three Fates The raven-haired beauty turned to Julian and gave him a smile that brought to mind images of intimate nights. He tried to think of when and where he had met her. And what had they done to garner that slick smile. Nothing surfaced through the thick, milky haze of his intoxication. He shrugged and reached for her. He would remember soon enough. Even three sheets to the wind he was capable of performing his duties. And since he couldn’t recall a single thing about the girl, he didn’t remember making her come. Yet. As Julian’s fingers reached for her, he noticed that she was not alone. A blonde and a redhead sat on either side of her. Two eyebrows lifted at that. He would have had to drink the blood of a million intoxicated humans to forget coming home with three different beauties. Maybe it was time to lay off the drinking. “Yes, Julian, it is time. Time to clean up your life,” said the darkest woman. He peered at her curiously. She’d read his mind. But she wasn’t a vampire. Interesting. “And why would I want to do that?” Julian had gone to great pains to live his life exactly the way he wanted to. “You drink from the scum of the earth and waste the gifts Fate gave. You don’t get close to anyone. Not anymore.” He turned to catch the frigid gaze of the blonde. His smile widened at her obvious displeasure. Julian was used to people being disgusted by him. He was, after all, a vampire. “You can leave anytime you want to.”

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His softly murmured words seemed to grate down the spines of all three women for they stiffened in surprise and irritation. After a moment the redhead spoke. “Julian, you do not want us to leave before we have told you why we came.” “We are the Fates,” the trio said in unison. “And we have come to correct a grave wrong.” Julian was too shocked to respond for a moment. “What the hell is this wrong?” he growled between clenched teeth. The redhead looked at him with sober eyes. “We cut a life short more than fifty years before its end.” Julian knew what the redhead was going to say next before her full, pouty lips had even opened. “Jacklyn’s death was a mistake. It never should have happened.” His roar of pain ripped through the air as he charged the woman in the middle of the trio, the woman who had admitted to killing the love of his life. He came to a halt several feet from them. An invisible wall prevented him from moving any farther. The redhead lifted one eyebrow at him. Wiped from her face were all traces of understanding. She slowly lifted her right palm revealing a burned image of a loom. Her eyes darkened becoming an indigo color. Julian felt his feet leave the ground. He attempted to struggle against the invisible hold the Fate had over him but it was no use. He glared down at them in mutinous rage. “We are not alone in our fault for her death.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “You know as well as we do, Julian, that Jacklyn’s death was a result of your lies. We have pulled many strings to give you this gift. Do not let it go to waste by making the same mistake. You have three days, Julian. Make them count. Do what you never had the strength to do before.” Bloody cryptic Fates, Julian thought as his eyes closed. He was suddenly too exhausted to keep them open.

Chapter Two All I Want for Christmas The moment Julian woke he knew something was wrong. There was someone in his bed and this time he wasn’t drunk enough to believe he had come home with some unsuspecting woman. No, unfortunately he had memories, crisp clear ones of the Fates telling him he had three days. “Three days to do what?” he roared in rage. The only woman he had ever loved was dead and they were playing mind games. The woman beside him murmured and rolled over. He caught a glimpse of midnight hair that was shockingly familiar. He stared at the dark, silky strands of her hair, hoping against hope that the Fates hadn’t given him a woman that reminded Julian of her. He couldn’t go through that again. “You’re watching me again. I hate it when you watch me,” she mumbled into the pillows, but Julian could clearly hear her words. “Jacklyn?” he whispered. “Expecting another woman?” she murmured as she turned over. Julian stared at her for several movements too shocked to do anything more. And then she smiled, that slow, warm smile that always seemed to make his heartbeat race. “No, there is no other woman,” he growled as he lowered his head to capture her lips. Julian kissed Jacklyn slowly, softly, half afraid that his touch would force her to disappear from his presence. He moved his lips back and forth over hers, tracing the contours of her mouth, memorizing what he already knew by heart.

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His hands drifted over her torso, moving up her belly to palm the full cups of her breasts. Callused thumbs brushed across the distended tips, coaxing her nipples to hard buds. “God, I missed you, Jacklyn,” he groaned as he pushed up her sleep-shirt until her blackberry nipples were revealed. Jacklyn’s giggle of surprise rumbled across his chest as he pressed his lips to her belly. “It’s only been one night, Julian. Don’t tell me you’re sprung.” Julian lifted his head and caught Jacklyn’s honey brown gaze. And said the words he had not been able to say three years ago. The truth he had steadfastly denied. “I am sprung, Jacklyn. I love you.” Jacklyn’s gaze widened and her breathing deepened. For several moments those were the only indications Julian received that Jacklyn heard his words. Then she lunged at him, throwing him onto his back. Jacklyn peppered soft, small kisses across every inch of Julian’s face. His jaw. His cheeks. Even his eyelids, until a groan escaped from his lips. “Sweetheart, you haven’t said anything yet.” Jacklyn stilled and stared down at him. A slow grin spread across her caramel face. “I love you, too, Julian. I’ve loved you for some time now.” One small palm connected with his chest. “You made me wait five years to hear that, Julian,” she said with a laugh. “I know,” he said as he flipped them over. “And I’m sorry I waited so long to say something.” Julian pressed his lips to hers and took her mouth in a starved kiss. His hands slipped down her body and drifted between her thighs, seeking and finding the pearl of passion at the apex of Jacklyn’s thighs. He flicked his thumb across the head of her clitoris. She shivered beneath him and lifted her hips for his questing fingers. “Oh, Julian,” Jacklyn murmured as he thrust one finger into the moist heat of her cunt. Small, honey colored fingers tightened in the

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midnight strands of his hair when Julian wrapped his lips around her nipple and suckled the bud hard. “Shit.” Jacklyn’s heartfelt moan drifted over Julian’s head as he scraped his teeth down her pebbled nipple. He withdrew his finger from her cunt and thrust two deep inside her sex. “Yes. Oh, God yes.” Jacklyn keened as her body tightened around his stroking fingers. Instinctively, she lifted her hips and rode his fingers as he plunged them in and out of her pussy. Julian looked up and watched her face as the passion deep inside her veins blossomed, exploding in her clenching cunt. It had been so long since he had seen a sight that even remotely matched the beauty of her release. Three years to be exact. Julian pulled his slick fingers from the wet warmth of Jacklyn’s cunt as the last flutters of her orgasm rippled around him and spread the cream of her satisfaction across the moist folds of her sex. “Turn over,” he growled roughly as his palm collided with the sensitive head of her clit. Jacklyn shrieked and her passion glazed eyes snapped to his. “Don’t do that,” she whispered softly as her fingers threaded with his, stroking the slick flesh that quivered beneath his palm. “Why? Because it gets you off? Don’t ever forget, Jack, I know you better than any man ever could. Better than anyone.” She smiled up at him. “As if I don’t know all your secrets?” A grimace flashed across his handsome face. Jacklyn didn’t know all of his secrets. At least not the worst one. But he wasn’t ready to reveal himself to her. He could not take the chance of losing her so soon after getting her back. He smacked her clit again. Harder. “Turn over, Jack.” Her bright gaze snapped to his. Julian attempted a smile, hoping to ease the surprise he could feel leaking from her pores. It had been so long since he had been with Jacklyn. He just wanted so badly to do it right. And that need was riding him hard.

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Jacklyn gave him a slow, sweltering smile. “Damn, you’re dangerous,” she whispered before pushing at his shoulders. Julian fell back and watched the smooth curves of her lush body as she turned over, giving him a perfect view of her round ass. His callused palms whispered over her flesh. Touching, remembering, memorizing with every glide of his hands. When Julian reached the small of her back, Jacklyn moaned softly as she curled her body, raising her ass and lowering her spine. “Spread them.” She turned and looked over the soft curve of her shoulder. Julian glanced up just as she moved and his gaze caught hers. The heat in her golden eyes stopped his heart as desire poured through him. “Yes, Julian,” she murmured softly as she widened the area between her thighs. Julian’s cock, already hard, thickened to the point of bursting. He knew this game. It was their favorite. Jacklyn wanted to be dominated. And he was more than happy to do his duty as her lover. Two blunt fingers slipped deep into the moist heat of her cunt and caressed the walls of her sex. Caramel fingers tightened in the black silk sheets, clinging to the simple lifeline. Julian thrust his fingers in deeper just as his palm collided with the full mound of her left ass cheek. “Fuck. Julian!” Jacklyn shrieked as her pussy tightened around him. Julian withdrew his fingers from her wet sheath, grabbed a condom from the top nightstand drawer and quickly covered himself. They groaned in unison when he fitted himself to the hilt deep inside of her. “Oh, Julian.” “Shit,” he groaned, as her pussy fluttered around his cock. He stilled inside her, waiting for several breathless moments to regain his control. Her pussy felt so good, so tight, and it had been so long he feared he would do the unthinkable and come before she did.

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As if she knew he was hanging on by a thread and wanted to snap it, Jacklyn leaned forward, forcing several inches of his long dick out of her pussy before pushing back. Hard. Fucking… His eyes slammed shut and lights exploded. Julian damn near lost it then and there as Jacklyn’s actions rammed him right against her cervix. His fingers tightened around her hips, digging into her flesh. Jacklyn shivered as her body clenched around him. One of Julian’s palms slid up her spine until he reached her nape. His fingers tightened in the midnight strands of her hair and pulled. He withdrew from her sheath, paused, and thrust deep inside her, pushing past the tight walls of her cunt just as his wrist twisted, increasing the hold he had on her hair. Jacklyn keened as he knew she would. “Play with your clit.” Jacklyn’s body broke out into spasms as his gruff words whispered over her skin. Her small hand drifted beneath the soft mound of her belly and stroked along the spread folds of her sex before venturing north and strumming the full bud of her clitoris. “Oh my God,” she shrieked into the pillow as she leaned forward, bracing her weight on one elbow. Julian gritted his teeth as pleasure sliced through him, leaving him weak with his need for satisfaction. For centuries he had searched for her. For years he had tried to forget her. He had almost forgotten how good it was with Jacklyn. How intense she made him feel. Julian groaned her name as he leaned low over her body, curving his to the bow in her spine. “Now, Jack.” It was as though with his words he had set a light to both of their internal fuses. Jacklyn’s fingers dug into the sheets, pulling the mass across the bed as her pussy tightened around his hard length with the force of her demanding orgasm. Julian

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gritted his teeth as the burning desire for release, for satisfaction, shot through him, leaving him breathless. He counted two heartbeats before pulling out of Jacklyn. He thrust back in. This time both of her hands clutched the sheets. Julian disentangled his fingers from her midnight hair and trailed them down her spine. When he reached her buttocks he drifted them down and across, until he reached the silky curls between her thighs. He took over where she left off, toying with the sensitive flesh until Jacklyn shivered beneath him as another thundering orgasm clamored for release. Flick. Press. Flick. Press. Rub. Julian’s finger moved against, across, and over Jacklyn’s clit as he pumped in and out of her pussy. With every thrust, with every touch she groaned deeper, screamed louder, shivered harder until she was screaming frantically, begging for mercy. Then and only then did he give them both what they wanted, needed more than their next breath. Two fingers captured Jacklyn’s clit in a vise and pinched hard. She stilled beneath him for a moment. Her hair flung over her shoulders and she threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm slammed through her. Her body broke out into shivers as her pussy fluttered rhythmically around him with her release. With a heartfelt groan, Julian followed her into satisfaction.

Chapter Three She Came Upon A Midnight Clear Jacklyn felt rather than heard Julian step onto the balcony. She had taken care to be as quiet as possible when she left the warm sanctuary of their bed, but the man had the uncanny ability to sense her every movement. She turned just as he closed the glass door behind him. She pulled the oversized terrycloth robe closer around her body. “Did I wake you?” His eyes searched hers, worry marring his handsome face. “Are you… okay?” She smiled at him. “Yes, just restless. I’m sorry for waking you. You don’t get enough sleep as it is.” He shrugged one powerful shoulder. “We both know I don’t need as much as most people.” His gaze didn’t leave her face as he stepped toward her. “You’re sure you’re fine. You don’t feel ill or…” Her smile widened. “Worried you put it down a little too well, Julian?” Even though no color darkened his porcelain skin, Jacklyn got the distinct impression Julian was blushing. It was one of the things she loved about their relationship. Over the years, they had gotten so comfortable with one another that they could speak without words, read each other’s body better than anyone else. Julian was definitely feeling uncomfortable. “Come here,” she murmured, her voice husky with the beginnings of arousal. The silver moonlight gleamed on his dark hair and emphasized the clearness of his skin, highlighting the contours of his handsome face. Not for the first time did Jacklyn wonder how she had managed to stumble across such a gorgeous man. One that only had eyes for her.

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Julian had never once strayed, never even looked at another woman. She always had his undivided attention. He strode toward her; a grin lit up his handsome face. “Hmmm.” His strong hands spanned her not-so-small waistline as he took that final step to her. He dipped his head and nuzzled her, brushing against the under curve of her jaw and kissing her neck, weaving a hot path down to her chest. Julian loosened her robe. “You taste like heaven,” he murmured before the full pad of his velvet tongue swept along her pulse. Julian drew a sensual necklace over her collarbone made of soft butterfly kisses. Jacklyn gasped his name when he swept his tongue down the middle of her torso until he reached her bellybutton. He toyed with the ring there for several movements, forcing her heart rate up with every nip. Lick. Suck. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as his fingers wrapped under her thigh and lifted her leg onto his shoulder. Her toes flexed when she felt that first swipe of his tongue against the swollen folds of her sex. She gripped the cold railing behind her when he thrust the velvet muscle into her cunt, tasting the inner walls of her pussy, fluttering over the sensitive tissue. “Julian!” She rocked her hips forward, groaning when his tongue stopped stroking her. Heat filled her face. She felt his laughter seconds before his gaze caught hers. “Still can’t ask for it, can you, Jack?” His hands moved over her ass, cupping, molding, caressing, pouring gasoline on the flame that burned between her thighs. She gave him a soft smile as she moved her hips closer to his face. His gaze immediately strayed to her cunt. “There’s still a little part of me that’s a good girl.” “And I love that part,” he said gruffly as he released her thigh. Julian stood, turned and marched toward the sliding door. “Where are you going?”

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He turned and gave her a full grin. “Sweetheart, I know you’re eager, but I don’t want to hurt you. You’re going to need lube.” Jacklyn swallowed thickly as embarrassment flooded her. After all the years they’d spent together she still felt a little like a ho when she asked him to please her in this way. “I already…” She trailed off and dropped her gaze to his corded neck. She felt him still. “Damn, Jack. Why didn’t you let me watch?” Julian groaned as he strode back to her. “Because then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Her fingers moved over the baby soft hairs at his nape as she pulled his face down to hers. His lips brushed against hers in a teasing kiss as his hand grasped her thigh. He opened her to his questing cock just as his tongue darted between her parted lips. “Hmmm.” Jacklyn moaned into Julian’s mouth as his cock breached her rosette. He paused, giving her body time to adjust to him before he pushed in a few more inches. She groaned low and deep when he thrust forward and slipped in deeper. He broke off the kiss to tongue the area behind her ear, her spot, as one hand cupped her breast, plucked the nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Flames of pleasure seemed to lick at every one of her erogenous zones. From her neck, to her nipple, to her nether regions, Julian ignited every one of her passion points. When he rocked his hips forward, Jacklyn’s hands left the railing, her nails digging into his cotton covered shoulders. Julian brushed his pelvis against her pussy, rubbing up against her clit and the sensitive folds of her sex. The friction created a wildfire. “Harder. Just like that.” Julian’s gaze caught hers and held it as he thrust into her with a deep, powerful stroke. Her eyes widened and her breath was forced in and out of her parted lips as her body tightened with pleasure. “Fuck,” she moaned. “Yes. Yes, Julian.” One hand strayed to the small of her back and pushed her harder against his rocking pelvis. Despite the cold winter air, sweat covered her forehead, upper lip, beaded every inch of her flesh. And Julian was just as drenched as she was.

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Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled his lips down to hers. She took his mouth in a tongue dueling kiss as she thrust her hips forward, matching his rhythm. For several movements only the soft sounds of their moans and sighs drifted on the cool air. “I’m coming, Julian. Shit, I’m coming,” she whispered softly. Even to her own ears, Jacklyn sounded as though she was surprised by her response to Julian, to his lovemaking. And she was. With Julian, every orgasm was something incredible. She relished the feeling of pulse pounding pleasure when her body tightened around him. His fingers gripped her hair, holding her immobile as his tongue thrust into her lips. Julian’s kiss robbed her of breath as he thrust into her rapidly several times. His body stilled against hers before breaking out in a bout of shivers as he released his seed. Several moments later she laughed into his shoulder. “I can’t imagine what your neighbors think of us. We just did it on the balcony.” “Well, now we’ve christened every inch of the house.”

Chapter Four Bloody All the Way Julian growled and rolled over as the sun drifted across his face with its blinding brightness. Jack had opened the blinds again. Like most of his kind he preferred the night. But over the years, thanks to his age, he had developed a tolerance for the light. Unconsciously his hands sought out the reason he had been willing to brave the sunshine and found cold sheets. He instantly came awake. For one gut churning moment he feared it had all been a dream. Then the scent of fried turkey bacon wafted to him. He smiled as he glanced at the clock. It was close to six in the evening and Jack was making breakfast. His smile broadened. Being in love means loving that person’s oddness. A fleeting memory of a man telling him that statement years before he met Jack drifted through his mind. And the truth was he loved the fact that Jack hated breakfast food at breakfast. Julian sprung out of bed and strode into the kitchen. He found Jacklyn bending over the opened refrigerator door, searching through his empty shelves. The dress shirt she had taken from his closet was just long enough to cover her ass. When she stood. Bent over as she was, he got a glimpse of her perfectly shaped backside and the dark pussy between her thighs. For a moment he simply stared at her, drinking in the sight of all that beauty. Jacklyn spun around when he stepped into the room. “I don’t know how you manage to look the way you do when you never have any food in here.” “I eat out a lot,” he murmured softly as he wrapped one corded arm her around her waist.

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She looked up at him, one onyx eyebrow lifted in mocking disbelief. “Do you now?” “Hmmm. I’ll show you,” Julian said softly as he lifted Jacklyn and placed her on the kitchen island. She gasped when her naked butt hit the cool wood. “Julian! I’m cooking,” she moaned when Julian swiped his tongue down her nether lips, tasting her from clit to slit. “So am I, sweetie.” He murmured the words as he stood and turned off the stove. “And I’ve never had a better meal. Creamy.” One finger teased the entrance of her sex, just barely touching the hole. “Sweet.” He grazed his teeth across the flesh surrounding her clit and down the head of the engorged bud, just light enough to force a shriek from Jacklyn. “Almost done, but not quite there.” Julian stood and turned to the stove and the wooden counters on each side of it. Behind him, he could hear Jacklyn stirring. “Down,” he ordered. He smiled to himself when he heard her plop down. He eyed the two plates of food she had made. Pancakes. Turkey bacon. Orange juice. He grabbed the syrup, turkey bacon, and orange juice. At the last moment he picked up the top pancake. Jacklyn leaned up on her elbows. “Don’t you even think about it, Julian. I’m not cleaning up after you.” Julian gave her a sharp smile. “This is my pussy… and I’m hungry.” “Oh Lord,” Jacklyn gasped and flopped back down. Julian’s smile widened. That was one of the things he loved about his Jacklyn. She understood that sex with him was more often than not kinky as hell. And she liked it that way. Plus, they both knew he was doing the cleaning. He always cleaned. Julian grabbed the two strips of bacon and crumbled them into pieces, spreading the shreds over her chest. He wrapped his fingers around Jack’s wrists, holding them to the counter as he nibbled on the bacon bits.

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“This is the best breakfast you’ve ever made,” Julian groaned as he tongued up a piece of turkey from her nipple. He suckled the blackberry bud and rolled it between his lips. Julian toyed with the other nipple between callused fingers. “God, Julian!” Jacklyn gasped when he lightly bit her nipple. He moved down and across her body, consumed every bit of bacon, but taking his time with the task, drawing out the pleasure as he licked and caressed her sweet flesh. Julian placed the pancake over her pelvis, grabbed the syrup and poured a generous amount onto the pancake and all over Jacklyn. He took a bite of the cake, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin on her lower abdomen. Above him, Jacklyn sucked in a deep breath and shivered. Bite by bite Julian consumed the pancake, purposely nipping and sucking at her sweet flesh. By the time he finished the cake Jacklyn was panting above him. “Hmm,” he murmured as he thrust his tongue into her bellybutton and swirled it around the hole, lapping at the pool of syrup. “Julian!” Jacklyn shrieked and jackknifed when he grabbed the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and poured a quarter of it onto her hot sex, coating her in the sweet, sticky liquid. He placed his mouth on her and drank from the well of her cunt. “God, you’re freaky,” she moaned when he swiped his tongue down her pussy, tasting the sweet mixed, intoxicating drink that was a combination of fresh orange and tempting Jacklyn. “So good,” he growled against her clit a moment before he suckled the swollen bud. He flicked his tongue against it rapidly. Jack’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him hard against her cunt. He slipped two fingers deep between the slick, clenching muscles of her pussy, stroking the inner depths of her sex. Her ass lifted off the counter as she keened his name. He pressed a third finger into her cunt and watched her face as her orgasm tore through her. Before the last vestiges of her release subsided, Julian grasped her hips and quickly thrust into her. “Oh God, Julian!”

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Her pussy felt wetter, hotter, and tighter than ever. It was like it was their first time all over again. But it was like that every time with Jacklyn. It was part of the magic that glowed between them. His fingers gripped her thighs and lifted them high, placing the balls of her feet against each shoulder. The position placed even more pressure on her pelvis, tightening her cunt. Jacklyn grasped the edge of the table behind her and pushed her hips toward his, pushing Julian’s cock deeper inside her. She groaned his name and shivered. Julian withdrew until only the plum shaped head of his cock was sheathed. He surged into her, pushing past the clenched walls of her sex, stroking over the sensitive tissues. Julian gritted his teeth as his spine tingled with the need for culmination. He needed to come. But he needed Jacklyn there with him, feeling her satisfaction as she felt his. “Look at me, Jack.” Her passion glazed eyes slowly fluttered open to connect with his. She gave him a slow smile that settled low in his gut. “You are mine. Mine. Forever.” Her gaze sharpened and her eyes searched his. Julian knew he was showing more emotion then than he had before, but he couldn’t hold the feelings at bay. Not when he had gone so long without her. Not when he was starved for the emotional connection that only she could provide. “Forever, Julian. I’ll never leave you.” Julian’s eyes slammed shut at her words. When they opened he felt his gaze darken with lust. He tried to push back the strong emotions, feelings that fed his vampirism, brought it to the surface, but they refused to be caged. Julian withdrew and thrust back into Jacklyn’s heat, allowing the preternatural powers that flowed in his veins to reign free and power him. Jacklyn shrieked his name and the guttural sound was like a fuse that set him off. Julian surged in and out of Jacklyn, pushing past the tight walls of her cunt to stroke her deep, pushing her higher and higher, until she was sobbing his name as her pussy clenched around him in orgasmic relief. But he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop

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pushing her hard, thrusting into her pussy, drawing out her orgasm, making her come over and over again before she reached the end of her high. “Please, Julian. Now,’’ she moaned. Her words were the catalyst pushing him over the edge. The need for her blood came out of nowhere, rearing its ugly head until he felt compelled to taste her skin. His incisors lengthened as he stroked his tongue over her beating pulse. His teeth pierced her flesh. Blood seeped into his mouth. Wet, scalding pleasure shook his body as he grunted her name. With a final cry, his body tightened with his climax. Julian slumped on top of her exhausted.

Chapter Five The Night Before Christmas Fear widened Jacklyn’s dark eyes as she pushed hard at Julian’s shoulders. “Damn it. Get off me,” she shrieked. He stepped back, his face stricken, his cheeks red as though she had slapped him. And even though she could see the pain her words caused reflected in his bright eyes, she ignored them and jumped from the counter, hand on her already healing neck. “What the hell are you? You… you…” She took her hand off her neck and glanced at her clean palm. There was no blood on it, but she knew what she had experienced. Knew what she saw. The glowing eyes. The long incisors. The blood drinking.

“You’re a… monster.”

“I’m a vampire, Jacklyn.”

Even as he said the words his incisors receded, becoming the length of a normal

human’s. Jacklyn backed up several steps. Julian glanced at her retreating feet, grimaced and took a step toward her. She automatically backed up, slamming hard against the refrigerator, knocking the breath from her own lungs. “Jacklyn, don’t run from me. You know I would never hurt you.” She laughed, a chilling sound to even her own ears as she backed up. “You bite me, suck my blood, and then say ‘I would never hurt you.’ Like I’m going to believe that, you… you monster.” Julian’s face hardened. Panic settled low in her gut when she realized she had insulted something that was very capable of killing her. “You are mine. You belong to me. It would be pointless to run from me, Jacklyn. I will not let you go.”

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“You are not going to let me do anything. I am leaving. You are going to hope to God I don’t call the cops on your ass.” He took another step toward her, but this time she had nowhere to go. “You’ve known me for five years, Jacklyn --” “And you’ve been lying to me the whole time!” Julian paled at her words. Jacklyn wasn’t sure what was more frightening. How much he had hurt her with his lies, or the thought of how much he could hurt her with his vampire abilities. She couldn’t believe she had given so much of herself to a man who had kept such an important part of who he was hidden from her. “I’m leaving, Julian. I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. Not one more word.” “Jacklyn --” “Not one.” She turned and walked out the kitchen’s second entrance. Less than five minutes later she stood at the front door with a small suitcase in her hand. She couldn’t help looking back at the man she had spent the last five years of her life loving. Julian stood in the entryway, pain and anger in his vivid gaze. “You can run, Jack, but you can’t hide, not from what’s between us. I will bring you home. You belong to me. We belong together.” She gave him a soft smile. “How can I belong to you when I don’t even know who you are?” She opened the door and walked into the cold winter night.

*** Julian decided he hated Christmas as he walked across the roof of yet another brownstone. He had the worst luck with the holiday. His sire had created him two days before Christmas. Jacklyn had died Christmas day. And now he could add having her break-up with him on Christmas Eve to the list. He lunged to the neighboring brownstone. He had been following Jacklyn since she left, giving her enough of a head start to prevent her from noticing him. He’d be damned if he let her walk out of his life. Not when the Fates had given him the chance to correct the mistakes of his past. Make sure she didn’t die for his lies.

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Julian thought back to that night three years ago when he had lost Jacklyn, all because of a two hundred year old rivalry. Alastair, a man who had once been his best friend, had never forgiven him from sleeping with his protégé, a vampiress who did not return Alastair’s affections. When he heard that Julian had found his soulmate and she was human, he had gone insane with rage and jealously. He had hunted Jacklyn down and drained her, leaving Julian to find a lifeless corpse waiting for him Christmas Day. Because he hadn’t told Jacklyn what he was, he had been unable to warn her about his enemies. Not that she would have been able to fight Alastair, but at least she would not have spent an hour entertaining his old “friend.” Julian still could not forgive himself. The pain that filled his heart had given him the strength to hunt down Alastair, torture him, and stake him. Because of his bloodthirsty actions he was notorious among the vampire community. They all feared him. None would dare cross him or anyone associated with him. His bloodthirsty reputation was only part of the reason he had staved off telling Jacklyn what he was. The other was fear. Fear that she would run from him. Wonder why? his mind said sarcastically.

Chapter Six A Stolen Christmas Jacklyn wiped the tears from her eyes as she handed the man behind the counter her credit card. It had taken some time for her to find a motel with a free room. The cab driver had been forced to drive around, block after block, looking for somewhere to drop her off. Luckily, she had gotten the one nice cab driver in the city. When she reached for her purse to pay him, he had shaken his head and told her, “No charge. Just get some sleep.” Jacklyn had immediately burst into tears. His kindness made the pain inside her that much worse. She managed to keep her emotions under wraps just long enough to walk into the third rate motel the driver dropped her off at. Jacklyn quickly requested a room. She lucked out and got the last available one. She started to shove her credit card back into its slot in her wallet when the door behind her burst open. “Give me your money.” The words yelled at the top of the intruder’s lungs froze her as fear permeated every inch of her body. She turned slowly to catch the eye of the man waving the gun around wildly. He aimed it at her. “You, give me your wallet.” Jacklyn threw it at him without a second thought. He rifled through it without taking his gun off her. He looked up and caught the gaze of the man behind the counter. “Don’t you fucking move,” he screamed. Jacklyn flinched. “Put your hands up. Both of you.” As she did his bidding his gaze followed the movement of her hands. Jacklyn immediately knew what he was looking at and felt nauseous. “Give me your ring.” She shook her head wildly, even though she knew it was foolish. Julian had given her the ring on their third anniversary as a promise ring, but it was more than

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that to both of them. It was her wedding ring minus the actual ceremony, and as mad as she was at Julian, she wasn’t ready to part with his ring. “Give me the fucking ring, lady.” She took it off and threw it at him. Someone knocked her out of the way. The last thing she saw was the masked man trying to catch her diamond promise ring as two gunshots went off.

*** Julian knew before he burst through the clear glass doors that Jacklyn was hurt. He’d seen the young man enter the motel and pull something out of his pocket. Too late, Julian realized what was happening. And even with his superhuman speed he had not been able to move quickly enough. The man behind the counter pulled out a snubnose rifle and shot the masked gunman. At the same time, the armed robber raised his own gun and took aim. Julian watched shocked, as the gunman’s flyaway bullet pierced Jack’s gut, sending a blossoming dark red stain over her lower abdomen. “Jacklyn,” he heard himself yell from far away as he reached her. The onyx fan of her lashes fluttered open. Her unfocused gaze peered at him as the bloodstain grew. “Shit, I’m calling the ambulance,” the hotel manager yelled, but Julian knew the paramedics would be of no use. Jacklyn smiled slowly and her gaze seemed to penetrate the depths of his soul with their intensity. “I’m so sorry for getting mad at you.” “It’s okay,” he whispered. She blinked as tears gathered in her eyes. “I’m so sorry for leaving you.” “It’s okay, sweetheart.” “No,” she whispered softly. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave you.” “You are not going to die,” Julian declared as he slowly lowered her to the carpeted floor. He lifted both arms and exposed one wrist. The nails on his right hand lengthened to talons. He slit his wrist. “Forgive me,” he whispered as he placed his arm to her lips. “I can’t let you die.”

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Julian had not been able to save Jacklyn’s life three years ago. She had been dead long before he returned home. He would save her today; no matter the burden the act carried. Julian knew he would rather have Jacklyn hate him for the length of her endless life as a vampiress than watch her die.

Epilogue Roasting By An Open Fire Fifty years later… Jacklyn snuggled closer to her lover as they stared into the flames that licked at the fireplace. She held the long stick in a tight hold. On the other end was a roasting marshmallow. When it was just the right color she pulled it from the flames. “Lie down,” she murmured to the beautiful man beside her. After so many years together she still couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have someone who had sacrificed everything for her. He lay beside her, pulling the blanket from his shoulders, leaving himself totally bare under her gaze. She took the stick he held and pulled the hot marshmallow off the tip, blowing on the melting mass. She grabbed both ends of the rich brown glob and pulled, stretching it out as it cooled. She gave him a wicked smile before wrapping the sticky confection around the stalk of his cock, right at the root. “Shit, Jack,” he growled low and deep. She knew his senses were more sensitive than a human’s, sharper, clearer, more intense. She thought back to that night fifty years ago when she had almost lost him. When she had almost died. Every year, every Christmas she thanked him for being brave enough to save her from death. And this year was no different. She grabbed the second marshmallow, placing it this time over the plum shaped tip. She slowly lowered her head to the candy-covered, pulsing cock. Her gaze caught his. “What are you doing?” His voice was rough, edged with the dark tones of his arousal.

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“I’m going to nibble my way down, of course. And then I’m going to swallow you whole.” Her laughter floated around them. She licked her lips. “Merry Christmas, Julian,” she murmured before wrapping her lips around her homemade candy.

Tuesday Morrigan Tuesday Morrigan began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like $Buffy, Angel$, and her latest infatuation $Supernatural$, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche. You can learn more about Tuesday, including what’s her latest project, at tuesdaymorrigan.com and you can reach her at [email protected].