Duella Book 3: The Witch and the Vampire Series by Fawn Lowery Page A

involving Miriam in his dealings with Drucella . The witch was aware of their acquaintance and had issued a threat against Miriam already. He would be wise to warn Miriam to be on the lookout for Drucella if he did nothing else. He considered his options. He only had two. He could either tell Miriam about Drucella and hope she took his warning seriously, or he could leave New Orleans and hope Drucella followed him, perhaps ending the danger to Miriam forever.
    “Damn!” He returned his thinking to the incident at the library. Miriam had sensed something strange in one section of the room. Had she ventured to that area while he went about appeasing his curiosity for his visit? If so, did she find something—or was something waiting for her and luring her to her fate?
    He suspected that Drucella was something more than merely a witch—but he had no idea what that might be. He thought of the amulet. Its power came from the dark one. He was certain of that. But he didn’t dispute the fact that it was available to him for use. In fact, he relished the idea. He was a stranger in a new era and needed the guidance. He debated whether to return to the library and investigate the bookcase Miriam had called his attention to—or continue his search for Miriam so he could question her about the frightening episode.
    He gazed overhead. The night would soon be over. Daylight hovered on the horizon. The choice had been made for him. He would have to seek safety for now.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Miriam was absent from her house when Duella arrived. He searched the main floor, lifted the lid of the coffin, only to find it empty, then felt a shard of regret at not finding her when the suns first rays rose above the treetops. He fled to the chamber beneath the floorboards of the old house, his eyes pained by the brightness of day.
     
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    Duella awakened, a breath catching in his throat. Miriam lay against his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He released a sigh and thought about the night previous. He was glad Miriam was safe, regardless of his futile search before daylight that forced him to go underground.
    “I looked for you last night, but you were nowhere to be found.” His tone was filled with concern as he stroked her cheek with one finger. She was pale from lack of blood. He knew he shouldn’t detain her too long, should allow her to get up and go in search of food. He pushed a dark curl from her temple and followed his finger with his lips, kissing her lightly. He felt soothed by her presence. For a moment, he questioned the feeling. Perhaps he was just lonely and the presence of a woman—a vampire woman—served to remind him that he was a man. He felt the stirrings of his cock. He pulled Miriam closer and skimmed his hand across her breasts. “I want you.”
    “It is early in the night, Duella . First, I must find nourishment.”
    He groaned and lowered his hand to her crotch. He cupped her pussy. “I’m hard, Miriam. Place your hand on my cock. It’s hard because you arouse me, my sweet.” He kissed her temple and inched her long dress up, baring her crotch. He delved his fingers inside her, moaning against her ear when he felt her response.
    “Take me then, Duella . Take me quick—before I die from lack of nourishment.”
    He laughed at her comment. Then he parted her legs with his knee and released his hard cock through the opening in his pants. He entered her cavern quickly, bringing a sharp grunt from her mouth.
    “You are very eager this new night.” She clutched his buttocks in either hand and arched her back to fully open her body up for his lunging thrusts. “And you are very big.”
    “We fit together nicely, Miriam.” He thrust into her body, holding her tightly about the waist and shoulders, pinning her body against their bed of soil. The thought that she could be his woman bloomed in his mind. He shoved the notion aside. The danger was too great. Drucella