Lilith Mercury Book 5: A Dream Forbidden
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by Tracey H. Kitts
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Lilith's life is starting to work out for a change. Her relationship with alpha werewolf Marco is going great. There's only one problem: Dracula is dying. Not from lack of blood, but for her love. Dracula would never ask Lilith to risk her happiness for him and so he suffers in silence. That is until Lilith finds out. She must come to terms with her feelings for Dracula and realize that the vampire is just as much a part of her as Marco. But if she accepts this, where does that leave the wolf king?" Rating: Spicy/Carnal - graphic language, violence and descriptive sex. Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [273 KB]
Reading time: 185-259 min.
I awoke that morning wrapped securely in Marco's arms. His big warm body was pressed tightly against the back of mine, molding to my every curve so that it felt almost like sitting back in a heavily muscled chair. His arm was stretched across me, and his hand cupped my right breast. As usual, he was sleeping closest to the door.
Marco and I had been spending a lot more time together. He wasn't at my house every night, but almost. Last night, I had fallen asleep in his bed, and I awoke to his familiar scent on the pillow beside me. Marco used scented body washes, and they worked well with his body chemistry. But he really didn't need them. Marco Barak is an alpha werewolf, and his pheromones were already in overdrive. His scent is not something easily described, or easily forgotten, and it had become as familiar to me as my own face. I was truly and deeply in love with Marco. From the moment I blinked my eyes in the morning, to the second I closed them at night, he was always with me.
As I ran my hand over the fine hairs on his arm, I took a deep breath and reflected on how absolutely perfect this moment was. Only one thing could make my happiness complete, and that was knowing Dracula was alright. The moment I thought of him, my heart beat faster.
"What excites you so early?" Marco's rough sexy voice, growled near my ear. His voice was deepened by sleep, making his gravelly baritone even more appealing. If I had to hear something at three o'clock in the morning, I couldn't imagine a more pleasant sound. I had forgotten he could hear my heartbeat, and tried to think of a reason to explain the fluttering in my chest.
"I was just thinking how happy I am," I said softly, stroking the back of his hand.
"That's not all you were thinking," he purred, while pressing his nose against my hair. "What's wrong, Red?"
I never could lie to Marco, even when we had been enemies. It was something I wasn't capable of and I should have known better than to try.
"Can you read my mind?" I asked, fascinated by his ability to see right through me.
"No," he laughed softly, "but I can read you. I know when something's on your mind."
Dracula had been burned by holy water recently. The same man who had challenged Marco only a few weeks ago for the leadership of the pack was responsible for the vampire's injury, and his furry hide was now displayed in Marco's living room. His name was Peter Davenport, and he had been my first love. The man who had once called me a monster had become one, and returned to our hometown to prove it. Not only had he tried to kill Marco, but he nearly did kill Elijah Jasper, a local cop, and my dear friend. As if that wasn't bad enough, he had ruined the one thing most closely associated with Dracula: his face.
He had thrown the phial of liquid toward me, knowing it wouldn't hurt me should it make contact. But he also knew that Dracula was my partner, and he would step in front to protect me. Vlad had yet to allow me to see his face. We spoke, but not as often as before, and I missed him.
As good as it felt to wake up next to Marco nearly every morning a part of me could not rest. That was the part that belonged to Dracula. With a sigh, I began to tell Marco I was still worried about the vampire. He knew I loved him, since I had also recently agreed to be his mate and to help him lead the pack. But he also knew I loved Dracula, because I had told him so. I refused to lie to Marco. However, I didn't love Vlad in the same way. I loved Marco the way you should love someone if you're going to spend your life with them. But I loved the vampire like another part of myself. Both emotions were strong, and I would not betray one for the other. If a time ever came for me to choose, the decision would have to be made for me, because I could not.
"I stopped by his theatre the other day," Marco said, snuggling me closer. "He seemed alright, considering."
He was right, Dracula did seem alright. But I knew different. Even though we had only spent one night together just before Marco and I started dating, it had linked us in some way. Though I suspected there had always been a connection between us, it was strengthened after that night. I could see right through him, and what I saw was miserable.
Dracula had opened a theatre known as The Bleeding Heart. It was located across the parking lot from his club Original Sin, and both were a huge success. Alek Ambrose, the wizard who now lived in my dungeon, was partners with him in the theatre. Alek had spent the last forty years hiding out in London where he owned his own successful theatre, and had written many award winning plays. Currently they were in preparation for the next big production, a story Alek had written based on The Phantom of the Opera. Dracula was playing The Phantom, and I had agreed to be his Christine. It was a part I had played before at the age of fifteen, and now, having just turned twenty six, I still knew every line by heart.
He had begun to wear a half mask like The Phantom in public, covering the right side of his handsome face. People just thought it was a promotional stunt, and it was working well for him. But I knew the truth, as well as a few others. Very few people knew what had happened, because he wanted it that way. He told me, "I do not need their pity."
Marco had suggested a few weeks ago that I ask Mathias about the possibility of healing Dracula's face. Mathias Alexander was my great, great, grandfather, and he was a wizard. He's also been dead for over forty years now, but that doesn't stop us from having a chat every now and then. When he passed along his powers to me, a part of his consciousness went with it, a scrap of his spirit, if you will, and this still exists in the back of my mind. I am able to contact him through meditation, but had yet to ask about Dracula. Truthfully, I was too afraid of what he might say. I was happy, really and truly happy, and I didn't want that snatched away from me. Mathias's solutions had a way of doing that. But I knew deep down that whatever he asked, if there was a way, I would do it. I would pay any price to see my beautiful vampire restored. He would never ask it of me, but it was something I would willingly give.
"The sun's not even up yet," Marco whispered as he brushed his face against mine. "Don't worry about it now. I know it bothers you, but you can't change anything right now." He sighed. "Right now, you can rest, and give me a few more hours in bed with the woman I love."