Helping Vampires to Save the World
Let's face it. Vampires are sexy. Something
about the undead stirs up our juices. Perhaps it's their irresistible power.
Even when we know the danger, we're so very tempted to surrender to their
all-consuming lust. Maybe we want to comfort them, to save them a lonely,
bloody eternity. Maybe we secretly crave immortality ourselves.
Vampires are frequently portrayed as evil
or at least amoral, viewing humanity from the jaded perspective of centuries.
Now, though, vampires are doing their part to save the world.
Coming Together: In Vein is a brand new collection of vampire-themed erotica and erotic
romance edited by Lisabet Sarai. All sales of this novel-length volume support Doctors Without Borders
(Médecins Sans Frontières). MSF works in nearly 70 countries providing medical
aid to those most in need regardless of their race, religion, or political
affiliation. Right now, despite being barred from the country, MSF doctors and
nurses are in Syria, working with patients from both sides of the civil war.
They're performing surgery in caves and sneaking into refugee camps to
distribute desperately needed medications.
You can help MSF in its life-saving
mission, simply by indulging your passion for vampires. Buy a copy of Coming
Together: In Vein in ebook,
Kindle
format, or print. Enjoy!
Then help spread the word! Every copy we sell has the potential to save
someone's life.
The list
of contributors includes many names you'll recognize. Every one of these
authors has provided his or her work free of charge, to support the charitable
aims of the project. Furthermore, the editor is giving away a free copy of her
short story collection Body Electric to everyone who buys a copy of Coming
Together: In Vein. (For details of this offer, click
here.)
You'll find an excerpt below – just to whet
your appetite.
Excerpt From “Blood Taint” by Raziel Moore
As we stepped in, some of the tension left
Neave’s body. It felt very much like we were being permitted into a private
place. Normally, this would be her place of power, I thought. But I think we
had her more off balance than she was used to.
“Can I offer you something?” Neave asked.
Her host’s instinct obviously warred with others.
“Yes,” I said.
“Oh? Coffee? Wine? Um—”
“No, none of that.”
My arm was still around her shoulder. I
turned her to face me and ran my free hand up her side. Daci stepped behind her
and wound the fingers of one hand into Neave’s hair, the other stroking down
her belly to her thigh. She pulled Neave’s head back, both to whisper in her
ear and expose her neck to me.
“What would you offer us?” Daci asked.
Neave shook all over. She met my eyes, terrified, wanting, all pretense of her
as the huntress seeped away.
“Everything,” she whispered.
Something older and haunted lived in her
now. Something I certainly hadn't expected. But, oh, how it called to me. I
lowered my mouth to her neck, my own pretenses teetering as Neave closed her
eyes. I kissed her, wanting nothing more than to drink until I had devoured the
whole of what she was.
“I want everything, Neave, but I
won’t take it. Not like that.” The simple statement of self-denial made me
boil. “We can’t consume something as sweet as you all at once. It would be so
selfish. Short sighted.”
I was telling this to myself as well as
Neave. My hand swept down her side, under the hem of her skirt, drawing back up
against her skin and bunching the material above her hip. Daci did the same
thing on her other side and, as my lips left Neave’s neck, we slipped the
one-piece dress over her head. Neave unconsciously moved her arms to help us
slide the garment from her.
“But we accept your offer.”
Daci and I pressed Neave between us, our
hands roaming her body and each other’s. Neave moaned out loud, sensuously; it
was a sound of surrender I’d heard many times, but none quite so delicious as
hers.
We covered the distance between the
entryway and the bed without noticing, shedding clothes as we went, never for a
moment leaving Neave completely free of our hands or mouths. The white sheets
were perfectly clean, but piled and unmade, as if Neave had just gotten up from
them. We fell amongst them in a tangle of limbs and hunger, for Neave had come
alive. Her hands reached for me, for Daci. Her lips met mine, then my
partner’s. Between the wordless sounds of basic pleasure, with Daci and I
sharing her breasts, my hand stealing down to the wet heat between her legs,
Neave whispered once, and again…
“Yes.”
Everywhere on Neave’s body tasted
different. Her lips still had lingering wine, her ear, the barest hint of
jasmine perfume. A permanent air of paint and thinner adorned her fingers, and
there my tongue found the exact spots she’d pricked to get the blood she mixed
into her paints. That made me growl. Lower down, I tasted sweat, and soap, and
Neave’s own musk. Her pleasure, the chemistry of it, the psychic broadcast of
it, those were as much what I needed, what Daci and I consumed, as anything
else.
Neave bucked into my mouth as I pressed it
between her legs. Her taste flooded me while Daci’s kisses muffled the
accompanying sounds. Minutes later, Daci and I had traded places and my mouth
was back at Neave’s, while her hand wrapped around my cock. Blindly, she pulled
my hips between her open legs, where Daci was fervently busy. Daci’s soft hair
tickled my abdomen as she slid just to the side.
“Let me, dearest,” Daci’s voice came from
below. She disengaged Neave’s hand from my cock and took it in her own grasp.
Daci’s tongue swept between Neave’s body and mine, as she lined me up to
Neave’s molten-hot slit. I took Neave’s hand in mine, guiding it up Daci’s body
to the zenith between her legs, where Neave’s fingers began their own
exploration of sparse curls and pink folds.
Daci’s head made way as I slowly sank into
Neave. All of us groaned, even Daci, from the infectious aura of sex the three
of us generated, as well as from Neave’s fingers. The very air throbbed, as if
our three heartbeats had become synchronous and magnified. The pulse and rush
of blood was a liquid undercurrent to each beat. It was almost time.
One of my hands held Neave’s, our fingers
interlaced against the sheets above her head. With the other, I raised her
chin. Turning her head, baring her neck to me. Neave shuddered and heaved under
me, bucking toward my cock. I knew what Daci was doing as I felt her head turn
against my thigh. Daci was pushing Neave’s leg to the sheets, so she could
reach Neave’s femoral artery, Daci’s favorite spot. She was also probably
trapping Neave’s other hand against her own slit, guiding our captive beauty to
where she was most wanted, most needed.
