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EXCEPT FROM BLACKBURN LEGACY: TIMBERLYN’S OBSESSION
© 2024 Marilyn Lee.
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Timberlyn Blackburn wiped the dead werewolf’s blood from her blades as the creature’s corpse lay motionless in the alleyway. Another successful hunt completed.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she walked to her motorcycle. A text from an unknown number lit up the screen.
A handwritten invitation awaits you at my nightclub, Midnight Bash. I look forward to your attendance this evening at the above address.
– Matthias Devereux
Thanks, but I’m here on business.
T.B.
Come anyway.
She inhaled slowly. She hadn’t seen him since that night three years earlier in Virginia. His sexy green eyes and that sexy smile had etched themselves into her memory, along with the feeling of his strong hands exploring every inch of her curves.
She knew she should ignore the invitation, but the thought of seeing Matthias again ignited a fire that she had to contain. Because she dared not risk putting herself in a position to lose her common sense with him again.
Still, thoughts of him haunted her. And by the time she arrived at a Midnight Bash on the other side of the city from Mattias’s nightclub, thoughts of him kept her thighs slick. The bouncer waved her through without question.
The music pounded as she danced through the door of the Midnight Bash, her hips swaying to the fierce rhythm. Everywhere she looked, people were enjoying themselves, yet those around her all shared similar features—Black women with curves and sexy white full-blood vampires with muscles in abundance.
Wearing an expensive black dress with a flowing skirt and being both Black and extra curvy, she fit right in. Still, she knew she shouldn’t be here. But with another successful hunt behind her, she felt the need for carnal release. Hunting always left her longing for a night of unrestrained passion in the ravenous arms of her lovers of choice—full-blood vampires.
She felt the vibrancy of the dark energy pulsing off the vampires in the crowd—they were unmistakable, at least to a sentient like herself. Despite the intense atmosphere of wild lust, she found herself strangely at ease. After all, she had come for one reason—to enjoy a night of lecherousness with males who were her sensual equal and who would not judge her for being unafraid to seek satisfaction for her most primal needs. All she needed was a long night of sex to get the kinks out and then back to work in the morning.
Still swinging her hips and dancing to the beat, she dismissed thoughts of the Blackburn Counsel and Aunt Tiffany, in particular, who she knew would disapprove of her habit of seeking pleasure in the arms of random full-bloods just as her sisters would. But after one tempestuous encounter with an alluring full-blood three years earlier, human males were no longer capable of satisfying her sensual passions. With the life she and her sisters lived, she deserved to take her pleasure where she found it.
The debaucherous atmosphere was palpable. The ornate architecture and erotic artwork created an ambiance of wanton desire. Everywhere she looked, amorous couples were passionately entwined in carnal acts of lust. Then her gaze settled on a pair of lovers lying on the floor, their feverish movements escalating as the full-blood’s tight ass clenched as he powered into the moaning woman’s body over and over until she screamed. Fun times.
Watching, Timberlyn felt her pussy pulse and fill with moisture. She only just stopped herself from rotating her hips in time with the full-blood’s powerful thrusts. Lord, no human male could fuck like a vamp.
She felt herself the sudden focus of raw desire. But at 5’10” with flawless dark skin and what she proudly considered abundant curves, she was used to her share of male attention.
Her eyes quickly sought out the familiar face of a previous lover. Instead, she quickly identified her admirer. A tall, handsome male with dark green eyes. They seemed to pierce through her as if their owner had been waiting for her arrival. He wore jeans and a white shirt. His jeans were tight enough to reveal the sizable bulge against his thigh that left nothing to her imagination.
Noting the size of his shaft, Timberlyn knew she had found her partner for the night.
He approached her with a confident stride. He nodded to the couple having sex on the floor. “That could be us,” he said, smiling.
“On the floor? Taking that pounding? After the day I’ve had? No, thank you.”
“You’d rather take your pounding where?”
“In a bed.” Under a hard-bodied hunk such as yourself, she thought.
“I just so happen to know of a free one. Interested?”
She inclined her head.
“It’s good to see you again,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
She arched a brow. “I shouldn’t be here.”
“But you are, and I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Oh?”
“And you are even lovelier than I remember.”
She smiled. “You know where flattery will get you?”
“A night in your bed?”
“Exactly,” she said. “I’m a busy woman, so let’s cut to the chase.”
“No time for foreplay?”
“Maybe after the first rush of need has been satisfied,” she said.
“I like a woman who isn’t afraid to say what she wants.”
“I not only know what I want, I always get it.”
“As do I. Dance with me, lovely.” He yanked her close, pressing his body against hers and locking eyes with her. Their clothing was the only thing keeping their burning skin apart.
She linked her arms around his neck, stroking the hair at his nape. They moved to the sultry beat, gyrating their hips in sync. By the time the song ended, he was rock-hard, and her thong was damp.
He trailed his fingers down from her neck to caress her cleavage.
She trembled. His touch was like a match, igniting a fire between her legs and racing through every part of her body. Inhaling, she melted into his embrace again.
Tipping up her chin, he kissed her. She parted her mouth, welcoming his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. His hands moved down her body, caressing every curve until it slipped up the skirt of her dress. Moments later, she felt his fingers inside her thong, brushing against her clit.
She gasped and moaned into his mouth as pleasure shot through her veins like electricity. Her hips bucked forward involuntarily as she felt herself tumbling into a vortex of sensations too powerful for words.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her from the club. Outside, he took off his jacket, lying it across the hood of a large SUV.
“Out here?” She asked.
He nodded. “Any objections?”
Author Note: This is an excerpt from the original short story version of Timberlyn’s Obsession. I have since written a novella-length version that will be available soon. If you enjoy this, please email and let me know.
Blackburn Legacy: Timberlyn’s Obsession coming soon