Consort In Blood - Tara Devaney

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Tara Devaney -Thompson is the author of Consort In Blood.

Tara lives in Melbourne, Australia. She has two grown children, a daughter and a son, and the two 

most beautiful grand-daughters ever born. 

She goes to the gym six days a week and loves to stay fit lifting really heavy weights.

She loves Books (derrrrr lol) movies, music, art (drawing portraits in HB pencil) and, well, anything 

new and exciting. Tara loves younger men, hates bigotry, racism, lies and deceit. She abhors the way 

woman are still counted as less than men in many areas and that men still perpetuate the myth of 

more muscle strength equals more worth. 

Oh, and she is very opinionated and talks too much. LOL

Honest to the point of painful, as smart as a whip and very open about everything. 

Tara loves to write and writes in many different genres so as not to be limited by labels. 

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The Vampire Queens blood is the only source of continued ‘life’ for her family so, it is imperative 

that she be protected. It has been Alexander Dantes mission to protect her through the centuries. It 

has also been his heart’s desire. You see, they have loved each other since the first time they met 

and will do so until the end. Many times over the decades other Royals have tried to usurp her place 

on the throne and many wars have been fought to prevent this occurring. To keep her safe Romy 

Devereaux has been placed in a form of stasis many times by the Witch, Veridane, for a hundred 

years at a time. Each time she has been awoken only when there had been no need to fear for her 

safety. But, after she is awoken this time one part-Royal thinks she should rule instead and begins 

another of the Blood Wars. Will Romy and her consort, Alexander survive to rule for the rest of 

eternity?  Will his love be enough to protect her?  Only time will tell.  *´¨✫) 

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Chapter 1

She didn't need to touch him to know his skin would be warm. She merely had to look at him to tell 

because he exuded heat. His hair was black as coal and softly curled around under his ears just the 

way she liked. He was tall, over six feet and broad of shoulder with narrow hips. Even from across the 

foyer she could sense his strength. He was like a cat waiting patient and still. Once she had seen him 

all the others attending the theatre that night faded from her field of vision. Only he remained.

 His presence was compelling in a way she could not understand. She watched him intently for 

several minutes then, with her heart pounding, she walked towards him. He returned her stare with 

equal intensity. His eyes were blue like a winter sky surrounded with long, thick lashes through which 

he looked at her as though he knew everything about her. At that moment, she knew she would let 

him do whatever he wanted with her.

He reached out his well-manicured hand to her and, without a thought; she let him lead her to his 

theatre box. Once inside it was as though they were in a private, sheltered world where none could 

disturb them. Instead of leading her to the seats closest to the front of the box he pulled her to the 

shadows in the back. Well hidden from the view of other patrons, he leaned her against the wall. 

He slowly lowered his face to hers and, holding her arms above her head, leaned in to her. His mouth 

traced her jaw and his tongue licked at her lips until she parted them and he slid his tongue deep into 

her mouth. His lips were soft as silk yet, firm and warm on hers. His tongue moved from her mouth 

and proceeded to trace a path down her neck. Nerve endings in her skin exploded like tiny electric 

shocks. She felt him nibble at her neck. She felt the heat begin to rise within her.

His hands slid down the length of her body, whilst his mouth played with her nipples, until it reached 

her pubic mound. He kneaded her with his palm through her dress. She moaned but he placed his 

hand firmly over her mouth and whispered,                        

"Shush" 

With great difficulty, she stifled her urge to groan out loud, from the sheer pleasure, and became 

silent.

Suddenly, he pulled her close to him turning her body and spooning her with his own. His hand traced 

her hip as it made its way slowly down her leg to the hem of her dress. His fingers touched the bare 

flesh between her stocking tops and her panties and she felt what seemed like tiny electric shocks 

that made her skin tingle.

She so wanted to reach down and touch him in return but, using his bodyweight to its best advantage, 

he had her pinned securely with her arms pressed between herself and the wall. When she tried to 

slide her hand down to his he pressed her harder against the wall.

He lifted her dress and slid his hand around to her already throbbing clitoris. He stopped only long 

enough to tear off her flimsy lace panties, then, she almost came immediately his fingers began a 

slow, rhythmic circling of her moist vulvar lips. She almost moaned aloud again but, his other hand on 

her waist, he again shushed her into silence.

She could feel his hard cock against her ass and she could feel it throb gently as he massaged her clit 

to the point of almost no return. Then, as she was about to come he stopped. She was about to 

explode when he used his hand to help raise her slightly and, gently, and moved his muscular thigh 

between her legs parting them enough so that he could ease his throbbing member inside her.

She was so wet by this time that his pulsating shaft simply slid into her. He plunged deeply and she 

realised he was much bigger than she had expected and, it had been a long time since she had had a 

lover. At first she thought he was too big and that he would hurt her but, he knew seemed to know 

precisely how deep to push.

 He began to move inside her. The movements were so slight as to be imperceptible. She had never 

had sex in public before and was afraid that they would hear her almost audible moans. His 

movements remained small yet deep and they remained almost maddeningly so.

His hardness filled her and his fingers were still on her engorged clit. The rhythmic movements of his 

fingers and cock were as none she had ever felt...the heat rising in her was almost too much to bear. 

She knew that her eruption was close but each time she neared the tipping point he seemed to know 

and stopped all movement until her breathing slowed.

Then, when she felt sure she could not hold back her screams, he pushed deeper inside her than 

ever before and she could feel he was ready for his own release. He pinched her clit between his 

fingertips and she shuddered as she felt him empty into her. 

Her own orgasm released a torrent of her juices like she had never known. It was almost agonising to 

not be able to scream her satisfaction to the world yet, at the same time; she had never felt so full, so 

used up and in such paroxysms of pleasure in her life.

She could feel his breath on her neck and knew he was feeling the same. He slowly and gently eased 

out of her and relaxed his grip on her.                           

Not a word had been spoken between them. And, not one person in the theatre had been aware of 

their lovemaking. Never before had she taken such a risk. A sexual encounter with an unknown 

man...what had she been thinking of? She had not thought that was the problem. Allowing herself to 

be overtaken by her own lust she had risked her life. She had never felt so free.

Chapter 2

She did not hear him leave. His name remained unknown. A stranger had made her feel like no man 

she had ever known. All that remained was the scent of him at once strange yet, familiar. A scent of 

musk tinged with something she could not quite define.   

She did not know if she would ever see him again but, she knew that she wanted to, needed to and 

had to, somehow. Dangerous this may be but, all her physical senses craved him already and she 

knew he would risk all to see him again.  

She had left the theatre in a satiated haze. Pulling herself together she had, at least, checked that her 

clothing gave no hint of her hidden sexual encounter. Her underwear was a torn and crushed remnant 

of their passion she intended to keep. She could not, however, be sure her face would not give 

outward evidence that something untoward had occurred within the private box. She could only hope.

Hailing a taxi outside on the street she directed the driver to her apartment address. The drive was 

long enough for her to go over in her mind all that had transpired that night. She still carried that smell 

of him in her nostrils....a smell that was intoxicating to her. And, the feel of him would remain 

imprinted on her brain for all time.

Just as she felt her body warm again at the thought of him inside her, the taxi pulled up in front of her 

building. It took a great effort to pull herself together and pay the driver. Stepping out onto the 

pavement, she gathered her wits about her and walked, as normally as possible, into the vestibule. 

The night doorman greeted her as she passed and, almost stuttering, she wished him a good night.  

The elevator bore her up to her floor and she exited and walked to her door. 

Her hands were still trembling as she turned the key in the lock. Without turning on the light, she 

made her way to her bedroom. Dropping her coat on a chair along with her bag, she headed for the 

bathroom. Crossing to the mirror, shedding her clothes along the way, she stood and looked at the 

reflection of her face. She should look different but, no, there was no evidence in her face that 

anything unusual had occurred this night. But, as she was about to turn away, she glimpsed a mark 

on her neck.

Leaning closer for a better view she saw two small marks at the spot where her neck joined her 

shoulder.  She remembered him nuzzling her there but she could not remember him biting her. And, 

why would he bite her neck? Maybe he was a vampire she thought. Then, laughing, she shrugged off 

that thought. 

Her mind refused to think of anything like what it was suggesting to her. These beings did not exist. 

They were all myths and fables. Stories told to children to make them behave. No, I can't, I won't, 

believe this she told herself. But, try as she might, she could not deny that there were, what appeared 

to be, two small puncture marks on her neck.

Stepping back from the mirror she made her way to the shower.  She stood in the hot steaming flow 

for what seemed like hours, trying to wash away the sense of foreboding that had fallen upon her. 

But, as much as she might want to pretend that this was anything other than a flight of fancy...her 

neck still bore the marks of a bite.

She had the feeling that her life was to be changed irrevocably by what had transpired this night. In no 

way could she have foreseen what was to come from her night of passion with the stranger at the 

theatre.

She dried herself off and made her way to her bed. Maybe in the morning her mind would be different, 

clearer, and more sensible than right now. Hoping this would be the case she climbed beneath the 

sheet and pulled it to her chin. Sleep claimed her surprisingly quickly and, she drifted into dreams of 

this strange and yet compelling man.

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