Bliss (The Custos) by Melanie Walker Read Free Book Online Page A

items and I skimmed the note but stopped when I reached the end needing to start from the beginning.
     
     
    London,
     
     
                  Here are a few items I am certain a woman needs to perfect their crazy art of beauty. Please meet us in the kitchen when you are ready for the evening.
     
                  Sincerely,
     
                  Cacius.
     
     
                  "Hmmm." I said not sure what to make of this care basket. Last time I seen him he was giving me some kind of palm up shut down that worked. As apologies went this was pretty good, I mean really how did one say 'Sorry I scared the piss out of you, but it was for the best.'
     
                  Well if there was anything I knew it was the art of beauty. I painstakingly made myself into a vision. I was not vein, but I was confident and if Cacius thought he saved some sweet innocent flower he had a hell of an awakening waiting for him by the time I was done.

Cacius
     
     
                  This was torture and I didn’t have a clue what was going on with me. The simple stroke of her cheek damn near put me in the throes of passion had Preacher not been there I would have captured her lips. I had no problems getting laid, as a creature of the undead I was able to get any woman in bed, even if they were not interested in men I had the capability to make them want me and it was beyond my control. Infatuation was strong, for humans. I was a man, a Vampire and it was common for my kind to take a mate, a lover and mark them. The idea itself gave me the hives.
     
                  I’m a creature of the night, not a love struck fool. The way she made me feel was a long forgotten emotion. It was like my teenage years as a human walking around with a permanent hard on and willing to fuck any woman who would let me. London did the same thing only now four hundred years later I was terrified and not interested.
     
                  I could hear her mind, my room adjoined to hers by the bathroom. The very same one she lay naked in the bath.
     
                  Right. Next. Door.
     
                  I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted to be in there watching her, her letting me watch her. She would let me but only because I over powered her free will and I had too much pride to go where I wasn’t welcome. She may want my body but she hated me.
     
                  Before I could mope any longer my breath hitched and I jacked upright in bed, my cock hard already it now was a thundering pulse in my jeans. London was starting to touch herself. But that wasn’t what had me aching to be inside her. She was touching herself and she would get off, but it would be to thoughts of me.
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Chapte r Five
     
     
    Cacius
     
     
    I could see it, see her fingers slim and polished in a deep dark red almost black and the contrast of those soft fingers against the bright pink lips of her pussy made me gasp and reach for the button on my jeans. A creature of impulse I did as my body demanded.
     
                  After freeing my cock and a few seconds feeling like a sick bastard I rested my head on my arm while my free hand slid down my chest. She wanted me between her legs licking and kissing her clit, tugging and sucking while my fingers were deep in her pussy finding her G spot and making her scream. My name coursed through her mind and I could hear her describe me, my dark blue eyes and short black hair. She wanted her hands in it pulling my face closer to her cunt, my hair the rains to her pleasure.
     
                  Jesus I wanted to go to her, tell her I was happy to oblige but just as Preacher had said to her earlier I had no right to know her secrets. But there was no avoiding it now; I was lost in her mind in her passion and her want for me. The hounds of hell couldn’t pull me from her mind right now. I stroked my cock, hard