Chapter One
Present Day
Allegra Augusta pressed her palms against the glass and let
the coolness calm the burning inside her. The floor-length window showcased the
ocean view to perfection. In the dusky light, the waves rolled, roiled and
crashed against the sand. The ferocity of the tide beating against the shore,
the rise and fall of the waves, matched her mood—fiery, determined, ferocious
and turbulent.
He was coming. She felt it in her soul. Her body tingled,
came alive in a way it hadn’t for centuries. Her heart slammed against her rib
cage, her nipples hardened, her pussy creamed. It had been many mortal years
since she’d seen Kyrian O’Byrne. Not a day went by without him invading her
thoughts but she’d never allowed herself the luxury of seeking him out.
Her teeth throbbed and her canines lengthened slightly,
reminding her she hadn’t fed. A vampire’s life was a solitary one. Sharing her
life with another could be extremely dangerous, as her encounters with Kyrian
had proven.
Allegra recalled the first time she’d laid eyes on the
handsome druid. It was a day filled with hope, happiness and the destruction of
her freedom…
* * * * *
1245
Allegra swept her gaze over the powerful druid performing
the ritual. Wearing nothing but a coarse black robe, he knelt in the circle of
stones, hands and face raised to the heavens. Moonlight danced on the elaborate
black-and-red tattoos that adorned his slightly golden-colored skin. The air
around him crackled, sizzled with power as he chanted into the darkness.
Allegra’s body tingled. Her nipples peaked, became turgid buds
against the heavy velvet of her bodice. Her incisors lengthened. Her mouth
watered. Desire tasted hot and rich on the back of her tongue.
Yes .
Here was a man worthy of her companionship. She’d been a
vampire for over a thousand years, turned by her vampire Master in ancient
Rome. She’d had lovers and fed from many humans, males and females, rich and
poor. But throughout the centuries she’d never found a companion, one who made
her body burn, her soul ache. One powerful enough to match her own abilities.
Until now.
Until him.
She probed his mind and smiled as she hit a solid wall.
Unlike other men’s, his mind had strong barriers she couldn’t penetrate.
How interesting .
He fascinated her. He was a curiosity she needed to unravel.
This was the fifth night in a row she’d watched him. Every evening he’d
performed a different ritual, each one requiring more power. She’d stood in the
shadows and observed, making sure he was the right man, the right companion, to
accompany her on the journey through immortality.
His displays of power almost bowed her spine. Magical
ability was a powerful aphrodisiac and Allegra couldn’t resist the intense need
pounding through her veins. It was time to make her presence known.
She emerged from the shadows and padded silently to the
inner circle. She stepped inside and breached his protective barrier. Power
crackled, beat at her skin like a thousand tiny butterflies. She drank in the
sensations and focused her attention on him.
She stared at his back, the muscles bunched and tensed,
pulling the coarse woolen material taut across his shoulders. She opened her
mouth to speak and was cut off when his head snapped in her direction. His
sharp blue eyes caught her stare and his perfectly sculpted lips set in a
sneer. She smirked.
“Who dares invade the sanctity of the circle?” His voice
held a deep, richly accented timbre.
Allegra almost purred at the menace dripping from his tone.
She admired spunk in her partners. Anger added a rich texture to blood. Aside
from that, she enjoyed sparring. It kept her life interesting.
She circled his body and stopped before him, her gaze fixed
on his. “I’ve been watching you, druid. You interest me.”
A sardonic smile appeared on his sculpted face. “And who are
you, wench?” There was no fear in his tone, no anxiety at finding out
Present Day
Allegra Augusta pressed her palms against the glass and let
the coolness calm the burning inside her. The floor-length window showcased the
ocean view to perfection. In the dusky light, the waves rolled, roiled and
crashed against the sand. The ferocity of the tide beating against the shore,
the rise and fall of the waves, matched her mood—fiery, determined, ferocious
and turbulent.
He was coming. She felt it in her soul. Her body tingled,
came alive in a way it hadn’t for centuries. Her heart slammed against her rib
cage, her nipples hardened, her pussy creamed. It had been many mortal years
since she’d seen Kyrian O’Byrne. Not a day went by without him invading her
thoughts but she’d never allowed herself the luxury of seeking him out.
Her teeth throbbed and her canines lengthened slightly,
reminding her she hadn’t fed. A vampire’s life was a solitary one. Sharing her
life with another could be extremely dangerous, as her encounters with Kyrian
had proven.
Allegra recalled the first time she’d laid eyes on the
handsome druid. It was a day filled with hope, happiness and the destruction of
her freedom…
* * * * *
1245
Allegra swept her gaze over the powerful druid performing
the ritual. Wearing nothing but a coarse black robe, he knelt in the circle of
stones, hands and face raised to the heavens. Moonlight danced on the elaborate
black-and-red tattoos that adorned his slightly golden-colored skin. The air
around him crackled, sizzled with power as he chanted into the darkness.
Allegra’s body tingled. Her nipples peaked, became turgid buds
against the heavy velvet of her bodice. Her incisors lengthened. Her mouth
watered. Desire tasted hot and rich on the back of her tongue.
Yes .
Here was a man worthy of her companionship. She’d been a
vampire for over a thousand years, turned by her vampire Master in ancient
Rome. She’d had lovers and fed from many humans, males and females, rich and
poor. But throughout the centuries she’d never found a companion, one who made
her body burn, her soul ache. One powerful enough to match her own abilities.
Until now.
Until him.
She probed his mind and smiled as she hit a solid wall.
Unlike other men’s, his mind had strong barriers she couldn’t penetrate.
How interesting .
He fascinated her. He was a curiosity she needed to unravel.
This was the fifth night in a row she’d watched him. Every evening he’d
performed a different ritual, each one requiring more power. She’d stood in the
shadows and observed, making sure he was the right man, the right companion, to
accompany her on the journey through immortality.
His displays of power almost bowed her spine. Magical
ability was a powerful aphrodisiac and Allegra couldn’t resist the intense need
pounding through her veins. It was time to make her presence known.
She emerged from the shadows and padded silently to the
inner circle. She stepped inside and breached his protective barrier. Power
crackled, beat at her skin like a thousand tiny butterflies. She drank in the
sensations and focused her attention on him.
She stared at his back, the muscles bunched and tensed,
pulling the coarse woolen material taut across his shoulders. She opened her
mouth to speak and was cut off when his head snapped in her direction. His
sharp blue eyes caught her stare and his perfectly sculpted lips set in a
sneer. She smirked.
“Who dares invade the sanctity of the circle?” His voice
held a deep, richly accented timbre.
Allegra almost purred at the menace dripping from his tone.
She admired spunk in her partners. Anger added a rich texture to blood. Aside
from that, she enjoyed sparring. It kept her life interesting.
She circled his body and stopped before him, her gaze fixed
on his. “I’ve been watching you, druid. You interest me.”
A sardonic smile appeared on his sculpted face. “And who are
you, wench?” There was no fear in his tone, no anxiety at finding out
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