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Uber-Gothic
~ Industrial Sorcery
~
~ A Sorceress
and her Vampire ~
Sygni
Darkheart is a Corporate Sorceress whose specialty
is fixing magical messes. She is not what you would
call a 'nice witch'.
Galen
is a vampire who's been raised from a corpse by an
Industrial Sorcerer who has decided to go into business
by manufacturing vampires - for sale.
Morwyn
is the Arcanum librarian who has what she thinks is
a poltergueist problem.
What
Morwyn has, is a very desperate vampire hunting for
a special book. If he doesn't bring the book back,
he's been told that he will be returned to his original
status - as a corpse. Unfortunately,
the book isn't at the Arcanum Library
-- but Sygni is, and she knows exactly where the book
is - her condo.
The
book is a grimoire called "The Book of the Moon".
It contains the only working spell to make werewolves.
Sygni
has no plans of turning it over to the vampire, but
she doesn't want Galen to lose what little life he
has either. Once again, she has another magical mess
to fix, but this time she's going to need help.
And
then there's the werewolf…
>^..^<
The Valkyrie motorcycle
roared from the ramp onto the long night-black and
forest-lined highway. The bike was the only thing
moving under the stars with only wind for company.
Sygni set her cruise
control to maintain her speed. It was a straight shot
from here into the city, but that was still a long
way off. She stared at the road through her visor
bewitched for night-vision. The headlamp was the only
brightness in the surrounding darkness. Galen was
a warm weight against her back.
She was taking a vampire
home with her. Hell and doom, what was she thinking?
A vampire needed more care than a damned familiar.
Vampires had to be fed fresh blood regularly and kept
safe during the day...
What kind of a dumb
ass would make a vampire anyway? They were only good
for two things: sex and assassination. Because of
what they were they couldn't do much else. This one
wasn't a killer by nature so all that was left was
a sex toy. He certainly had the skills for it. She
frowned. She couldn't imagine being raised just for
someone to fuck. It was
like he was an object.
She frowned at the
road. Galen was not an object; he was a person. In
fact, he seemed to be a decent guy, for someone undead.
Sure he had a handicap, a severe allergy to daylight…
Come to think of it, she needed to ask how bad that
was. She had no idea if the legends were right about
sunlight actually harming him. She'd have to make
sure the curtains were kept closed during the day.
Damn, this was a freaking pain in the ass.
What in Hela's Hall
was she going to do with him? She had no intention
of handing over a book that held the spell for making
werewolves. A werewolf was even tougher to fix than
a vampire. But if she didn't hand it over, he'd revert
to being a corpse. She tumbled that thought in her
head for endless minutes.
She scowled. She did
not want Galen to revert back to being a corpse. Sure
he was a vampire, but that wasn't his fault. He deserved
to have what little life he was granted, and he shouldn't
have to live it as somebody's sex toy or killing slave.
Maybe there was a
way to pull off the sorcerer's dispel-bind? Formula
and mage-craft streamed through her thoughts. It might
just be possible, but she'd have to be very careful
to keep him from falling apart once she dismantled
the binding…
Sygni's attention
jerked back to her passenger. Galen's hands had moved
under her coat and settled on her inner thighs with
his fingers far too close to her crotch. "Watch
where your fingers are going!" she shouted over
the wind.
"I know exactly
where my fingers are!" he shouted back, echoing
her early comment. He lifted one hand from her lap
and grabbed the zipper tab at her throat, drawing
it down to just below her breasts.
Sygni gasped as the chill wind dove into her coat.
"What are you doing?"
"My hands are
cold!" Galen shoved one hand into her coat, burrowing
under her silk blouse. His palm closed around her
breast. "Oh yeah…" His hand on her
thigh shifted higher until he cupped her crotch. "My
hands are warm now!"
Sygni choked. "Mother
Night!" One of his fingers was putting pressure
on the seam riding her clit, and he had her nipple
trapped between the fingers of his other hand. There
wasn't a damn thing she could do about it either.
She couldn't take her hands from the bike's handlebars
or shift in the saddle to get out of the way. Magic
or no magic, at this speed with two riders, any sudden
move would change the bike's balance and cause an
accident. "Do not make me wreck!"
"Don't move,
and we'll both be fine!" His chuckle vibrated
against her back. He slid his palm deeper under her
crotch putting just a bit more pressure on her clit.
His hand tightened on her breast, pinching the nipple
between his fingers.
A flash of erotic
heat speared through her and a small yelp escaped
her lips. "Galen!"
"What's the matter
sorceress? Can't take the pressure?"
Sygni grit her teeth.
"I can take anything you can dish out!"
"Oh, really?"
Both of his hands began tightening, pinching her nipple
and pressing against the seam riding her clit in a
slow counter-rhythm.
Sygni swallowed a
gasp. Warm curls of pleasure pulsed in tempo with
his hands. Moisture pooled in her panties and her
body tightened hungrily. She groaned. Son of a bitch!
How does he keep doing this to me? I'm never this
responsive to anyone! She focused on the road and
grimly worked to ignore the slow rise of sensual tension.
I can take it, she reminded herself forcefully. But
he's going to royally pay for this.
***
The lights of the
city spread before them and other vehicles began to
course the road with them. Sygni thanked the powers
that the night hid where Galen's hands were from the
other drivers. She was near mindless with lust, but
held onto her sanity with grim determination.
They ramped onto a
lighted highway and Galen continued with his torturous
ministration on her clit and nipple. Truck drivers
began honking in friendly acknowledgement.
Sygni grit her teeth.
The vampire was definitely going to regret this…
They rolled into the heart of downtown and Galen hands
stopped as he looked around at the fanciful glass
and steel of the buildings rising around them.
Sygni turned into
a parking garage under one of the taller buildings
and stopped at the blockade.
Galen leaned over
her shoulder. "You live here? In a skyscraper?"
"In the penthouse."
Sygni swiped her parking pass through the sensor.
She rolled onward and began the long drive up, and
up and up to the top of the parking deck.
Sygni stopped the
bike in her assigned parking spot with a sigh of relief.
"Sygni,"
the vampire whispered in her ear. "Let's fuck.
Right here, right now."
Sygni stiffened on
the saddle of the bike. Her entire body howled with
eagerness. She was afraid of what he was asking for,
and afraid of the rabid strength of her own desire.
She was afraid to let go of the handlebars.
Galen pulled his hands
free then kicked his leg over the back of the bike,
dismounting. He unbuttoned his long coat and walked
to her side. He reached up and unbuckled her helmet,
pulling it free.
She turned to face
him, still afraid to dismount.
Galen set his hand
over hers on the handlebar. His eyes were dilated
wide to black rings around flame. "Sygni…"
He leaned forward and captured her mouth in a soft
kiss.
She moaned softly
and gave in to his kiss. Ferocious hunger rose. She
released the handlebars and grabbed the shoulders
of his coat for balance kissing him with all the raging
pent up lust in her body.
He groaned and closed
his arms around her waist. His hungry mouth devoured
her tongue and nipped at her lips with distracting
skill as he gently pulled her from the bike. His kisses
drove her back until she leaned against the magically
balancing Valkyrie. With blinding speed he unzipped
her long coat and unfastened her jacket. In a single
breath he unbuttoned her shirt. He cupped her bared
breasts in both palms and squeezed.
Sygni moaned into
his mouth. Mother Night, he was good with his hands…
Galen dropped a hand
to her pants and he had them open in half a second.
He shoved his hand inside, burrowing straight down.
His fingers found her wet flesh and he growled deep
in his chest. He shoved a finger straight up into
her and pinched a nipple at the same time.
Sygni gasped into
his mouth and bucked against his hand. She felt him
release her breast to grab the back of her pants.
He yanked them down over her hips then past her ass.
She jerked her mouth free. "Galen…"
"Sygni, don't."
His eyes blazed with hunger and his jaw was set with
determination. "We're driving each other insane,
we need to fuck." He yanked his hand out of her
pants and turned her around, lifting her then shoving
her over onto her stomach across the bike's saddle.
He groaned. "Mother of God, you have a nice ass."
Sygni gasped softly.
He was going to fuck her over her bike? She struggled
briefly but, her feet were barely touching the ground
and her pants had her legs trapped together. "Galen
I have a perfectly good bed."
He pressed a hand
between her shoulders to keep her down and jerked
at his kilt. "I can't wait that long, and I don't
think you can either." The folds of his coat
draped her hips.
Sygni felt the heat
of a rigidly hard cock against her ass. Raw hunger
roared through her and cream dripped down her legs.
The broad head of his cock pressed between her thighs.
She pushed up on her toes and raised her ass to meet
him without thought.
He found her wet folds,
grabbed her hip and pushed with agonizing slowness.
She felt her flesh stretch to receive him and gasped.
Bloody Mother Night he was big, and hard, and long…
She hadn't had a cock like this in far too long. She
groaned.
He gasped and stilled,
only partway in. "Am I hurting you?"
"No," she
panted out. "No, you feel really…good."
He wasn't moving. She looked over her shoulder. His
face was tight with concentration. She rolled her
eyes and shifted her hips. "I'm not fragile.
Get in here and fuck me, damn it!"
He smiled and chuckled
softly. "My pleasure." His hand tightened
on her hip. He rammed home.
They both gasped.
"God, you're
fucking tight…" His hand closed on her shoulder
and he pulled back to thrust hard. The bike rocked
under the impact.
Sygni gasped. "Hela's
tits! Yes!"
"Fuck yeah…"
He dropped over her back to cup her breasts with brutal
strength. Closing her tight in his arms, he thrust
into her wet and more than willing body. He pulled
back and thrust again, and then again, gaining in
speed and power. He fucked her hard enough to jolt
her across the saddle. The wet sounds of thrusting
flesh and the sharp sounds of his hips slapping against
her ass echoed in the parking deck.
Sygni twisted under
him. She could feel his balls pounding her clit deliciously
with every stroke. Fire mounted and burned in her
core. She could feel her climax rising with maddening
speed and vicious intent.
"You're close."
Galen's breath was harsh in her ear. "Cum on
my cock sweetheart. Cum on my cock and make me feel
it. I'll be right behind you." His thrusts suddenly
increased in tempo. "Cum now!"
Sygni tensed and her
breath caught. Climax roared up in a hot wet tidal
wave and crashed in a glittering blaze of erotic fire.
She shouted out her release and writhed in frenzy
beneath him.
He growled. "Yes…"
He grabbed her chin, angling her head then his mouth
closed on her throat. His teeth pierced her.
Sygni gasped. He
bit me? Suddenly a second wave of climax screamed
through her. She howled with the rushing ferocity.
He thrust hard, then
thrust again, then once more and held tight within
her. His cock pulsed pumping her full of his semen
as he sucked the blood from her throat.
~ ~ ~
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eCataRomance
4 Stars
“…Morgan Hawke has done
it again. Using her own unique brand of humor and
imagination, Morgan Hawke takes us into a new world
full of magic and erotic sex.
I really enjoyed reading this story with all its
many facets and levels. Ms Hawke uses some humor to
bring this book to life. There are little innuendos
and comments made that make you laugh and smile. The
unfolding of the story keeps you riveted with all
the twists and turns in the plot. The secondary characters
are intriguing and add a lot to the story. Kudos to
Morgan for another exciting story to keep us reading
all night. Please be aware that this book is not for
the gentle. Some of the sex scenes are quite rough.”
- Elise Lynn
~ ~ ~
Just
Erotic Romance Reviews
4 Stars
Heat level: Orgasmic
“…This is a fun, sexy
fantasy novel, filled with interesting characters,
including a kick-ass heroine. Sygni is powerful, but
she’s never been with a vampire before, and she
isn’t knowledgeable of their magnetism. It’s
lots of fun to see her learn about their kinkier powers,
and at the same time Galen is an engaging hero.
Uber Gothic is a great hot tale
to read on a cold night.”
- Barb Chan
