Now every day can be Smutday!

It's from Blood of the Dark Moon is published by Aphrodite's Apples, and is the first in the Dark Moon series.

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My latest project in the Dark Moon series is a work in progress that does not yet have a home and it involves lesbian vampire smut. Someday I hope to share some of it with you all, but in the meantime, I have some free reads of already published smut.

(life is hard, sooo hard, lol)

And now...onto the smut!!


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"Where the hell were you?" Jesse's soft voice sent chills into Amanda's spine and moisture running between her thighs.

Fuck, I'm supposed to be mad at him, not reacting like this! she thought desperately, frustrated to the core. This is wrong, so utterly wrong. What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuck!

His voice, previously gentle, now turned hard. "And why are you supposed to be mad at me? I left you here where you would be safe and sound. You are a vampire Childe; you haven't even gone on your first hunt yet, and you don't even know how!"

"Why don't you start with where the hell you were?" she snapped back, trying to come back to her senses. What the hell was wrong with her? She was supposed to be angry with him, not getting all hot and bothered at him while he stood there giving her a lecture as if she were a teenager who got caught past her curfew. "I woke up, and you weren't there!" //And you're reading my mind again, you bastard.//

"Yes, I can read your mind," he stated, his tone half amused, half patronizing. "And I had to go out and feed. You don't remember, but you took quite a bit of my blood when we were…together." He smiled at her, his face beaming with wicked delight.

Aloud Amanda sputtered, "But you left—you left me tied to the bed!" In her head she retorted, //And why the hell weren't you reading my mind when I woke up and was pissed as hell at you for leaving me trapped in my room like that?//

In less time than it took her to blink, Jesse stood directly in front of her. "I had to make sure you were okay while I was gone. Besides, I didn't think you would wake up so soon."

"But-"

"And you still haven't answered my question." His voice got dangerously low. "Where were you?"

Jesse stood close to her, close enough to feel the heat and energy from his blood radiating and calling to her own blood. The energy dance played on her nerves and made her think of images, concepts and emotions that she didn't quite understand, nor how to deal with. It didn't help one bit that she knew that he could hear her thoughts. It was an Olympic struggle to speak coherently. "I went. Out. With—with Asherael." Gods, I almost said Lynne.

There was a strange frown on his face. "Asherael? You went out with Asherael? And how do you know her real name? Did she tell you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she did. We went to a pub, we talked, I…." Her arms flailed, not knowing why his discomforting gaze was troubling her greatly, nor why she didn't want to look so closely into his eyes.

He sighed, and reached out to gently seize her wrists. It surprised Amanda that she let him, but she gave in to the need for his touch. The firm but gentle grip of Jesse's hands around her wrists calmed her in some alien, mysterious way. As if by magick, the intense rage she had felt towards him crumbled into dust and vanished. She tried to hold onto it but found herself unable to do so.

"I am not going to let you do this again," he told her severely.

"What?" she blurted out. "Do what?"

"This was my fault, I admit to that. And I'm sorry." His eyes pleaded with hers, but were still filled with that oddness she had seen when she walked into the room, and she couldn't quite meet them.

"Sorry for what? Leaving me, or leaving me tied up?"

"I had made the mistake of blocking you out, blocking our connection out—no more. I had no idea that you would react the way you did to being bound to the bed, or that you would manage to escape and run off."

"And how—how did you think I would react, exactly?"

He didn't answer her. "I'm glad that you were with one of the elders, at least. I may not like Asherael or always get along with her," he conceded with a measure of reluctance, "but I also know that she wouldn't hurt you. You are now her sister in the Blood, and she would respect that."

"And," he added, pulling her closer to him, "you are mine too."

"Your—I'm your…what? I'm your sister?" Dazed and mystified, she barely got out the words. Somehow the feel of his hands on her wrists, the close proximity to his body—it made her dizzy and her senses swim. The room spun around her, and everything about Jesse, and his body so terribly close to her own, called to her senses and screamed at them to react.

The pale, smooth skin connecting his neck and shoulder kept drawing her attention. She could smell him—smell his skin to the point where she could almost taste him in her mouth. Amanda ached to strike at it with her lips, tongue, teeth—all of it was madness, some strange poison in her blood. She wondered if the alcohol she drank earlier had something to do with the emotions she was experiencing, or at the very least had affected her reactions towards him. Regardless, the sensations he provoked sparked primal emotions within her she didn't know she possessed, and they were intense enough to the point where they were beginning to terrify her. She wanted to run away from the room, from him, but something held her firmly rooted to the spot. Maybe his hands which held her wrists also held her prisoner, or perhaps the shadowy, wild depths of his eyes prevented her from leaving. Either way she was as stone, rooted to the spot and unable to move unless he so willed it.

Unless he willed it. This realization disturbed her also. What was he doing to her? Was it on purpose, or was it her own intense feelings, made even more intense by becoming a vampire? Maybe it was something to do with him being her Sire? Either way, she figured nothing good could come from continuing to be in the room with him. She needed to get away from him, go for a walk, try to think clearly—anything that would aid her to come back to herself.

Amanda couldn't figure out what was stopping her from bolting out the door, as she was positive she wanted to do—wasn't she? —for her thoughts were drowned out by the sensation of his lips upon hers. Possessive hands continued to clench her wrists as his ardent kiss sucked away the remaining vestiges of anger and pulled her under into a vast crimson tide of passionate longing.

Crimson. Amanda thirsted for something sweeter and silkier than the excellent wine she drank at the Blue Moon.

//A good thing I fed enough tonight for the both of us.//

Hearing Jesse's words inside her mind triggered something deep within her, and she could feel her fangs protracting. She burned to sink them into his neck and make him scream for her-

With a quick motion Jesse positioned her on her back, lying on the floor. Her wrists were pinned by his hands at the sides of her head as his piercing gaze held hers.

"You will learn self control."

He shoved her hands over her head, and in doing so, managed to grab both of her wrists with one hand. His other hand slid down the front of her body and carefully undid the button at the waistband of her jeans. If she'd had a breath in her to hold in anticipation she would have.

At that moment he kissed her again, hard. His tongue pulsed in and out of her mouth, sensuously stroking the inside of her mouth as he stole away whatever words and thoughts she had left.

It was human habit which made her gasp aloud as his hand dove under the front of her jeans and slipped between her legs. The cloth of the jeans tightly held his hand against the responsive folds which throbbed between her legs, as he began to massage the now oversensitive bud with his thumb.

Instinctively her hips lifted, and her legs parted to allow him wider access. Jesse continued to rub her clit gently, his other fingers lightly teasing the rest of her. The sensations were so pleasurable that it brought her pain. Amanda squirmed under his unrelenting caresses, but it only brought about a greater ecstasy. In the thrill of his touch on her most responsive parts, she ached. Her insides desired him inside of her, so much that they were sore and begging to be released from their agony.

She wanted him to take her, badly. To rip off her jeans and fuck her senseless until she screamed, to feel and smell the blood-sweat of their bodies mingling as the two of them became one. The thought of experiencing his hard, strong member plunging into and filling her depths drove her to the brink of madness.

In response to her thoughts, Jesse slowly inserted a finger inside of her. The thrill of it made her moan deep in her throat. He partially covered her body with his, completely pining her to the floor as both his finger inside of her and the thumb on her clit were suddenly motionless. Amanda tried to thrust her hips upwards, squirm—anything to produce additional sensation that might grant her release, but he held her completely immobile from the waist down.

//If you had fed tonight, you would be strong enough to fight me.//

Her eyes rolled backward, half in pleasure and half in aggravation. He was lecturing her again, or at least trying to. She didn't care. Her insides were on fire and the unbearable torture of his fingers made her sore and throbbing between her legs like nothing she had ever experienced before. She would do anything to end it, if she could.

Slowly he began moving his finger in and out of her. She could feel how wet she was, and the moisture that trickled out of her when he removed his finger. Amanda was ready to utter a complaining moan when he plunged it back in and with agonizing slowness, ran the tip of his finger along her slick and inviting walls. Her back arched as all of her thoughts and sensations focused themselves on that one intolerably intense sensation. The finger continued to move down until it made its way outside of her body, whereupon it gently flicked at her soaking folds and stroked her clit. The fluids on his finger provided another sensuality that left her senselessly crying out loud with alien sounds emanating from her throat.

With the finger now no longer inside of her, she realized this had become an endless cycle: him driving her to the brink of madness by touching her, him making her even more insane by no longer touching her. The more he teased her, the more she wanted him, and when his presence was no longer there, she was in unceasing torment.

All of a sudden she wondered if half of her anger at him having left her in her room was not due to his physically leaving her, but having left her mentally as well. He had after all, blocked her out earlier and left her more distant from him. Had she been reacting to that as well?

Amanda's eyes were suddenly able to focus and she realized he was smiling at her.

Her hips jerked beneath his body as his thumb once again began its gentle massage over her clit. Waves of pleasure pulled her under and back again. It was not long before the room went white and she could no longer think.

As if he knew she was close to the brink—Damn him, of course he does—he stopped the movement of his thumb and withdrew his hand from inside of her pants. With slow deliberateness he put his finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off of his finger, watching her as he did so.

She waited for him to do something, anything—take off her clothes, take off his—but instead he carefully stood up and made his way to her door.

//I only want you to remember this.//

Jesse quietly walked out, leaving her lying on the floor, still dripping wet and aching for him. And that ache turned into almost heart wrenching agony at the lack of his presence, both inside her and out.

Thinking it over, she didn't know what was stronger at that point: her yearning for him, or her hatred of what he was doing to her and how she was reacting to it. Both emotions were already far too strong for her liking. But did she hate him, or hate what he did to her, or both?

The soreness between her thighs momentarily distracted her from her thoughts, and she contemplated using her own hands to end the torture long enough to be able to think again.

//And if I catch you masturbating, you won't like what I'll do next.//

She grimaced. Hatred, perhaps. It was definitely a toss up.

Copyrighted 2007 by Adrianne Brennan