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…She clung to him as he swept her into his arms and carried her past the forest green silk-draped walls and ornate brass wall sconces of the elegant hallway. Mortal servants scuttled out of his way, lowering their eyes and shrinking from the violent emotions he knew emanated from him like a strong perfume. “I really am falling in love with you,” Ghislaine murmured against his white tuxedo shirt. She stole a glance up at him, hesitant like a teenager with her first crush. He smiled down at her and paused to feast upon her sensuous mouth. Her body trembled as he plundered her. Their tongues jousted and teased one another, eventually pulsing in a coital rhythm that struck deep in their animal cores. With it, their mood shifted from lighthearted exploration to primitive need. Seaton wrenched his lips from hers. “By God, I have a mind to take you right here.”
ALSO BY DELPHYNE DEROUGE Call To Loving Arms The Fire Inside The Women Of Maison D’Estelle: Lacie The Women Of Maison D’Estelle: Mollie The Women Of Maison D’Estelle: Selia Seduction Of Fire Shadow Fire
With Rena Allcott Sweet Suite 302
BLOOD SONGS BY DELPHYNE DEROUGE
AMBER QUILL PRESS, LLC http://www.amberquill.com
BLOOD SONGS AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.amberquill.com All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2004 by Delphyne DeRouge ISBN 1-59279-298-7 Cover Art © 2004 Trace Edward Zaber
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To Immortal love…a veiled blessing thriving in the shadows.
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The Sanguine Lair pulsed with midnight rhythm. Rumbling bass from a heavy-metal rock band pounded the club’s stage, jarred the oriental rug-swathed floor and marble-shrouded bar, jolted immortal heartbeats. Candles flickered across pale faces, blazing eyes, and throbbing naked flesh of the vampire clientele. The Lair’s owner, Seaton DeBlaise, took in the familiar scene with a satisfied glance and turned his attention back to the club manager. He saluted his associate with a crystal goblet that appeared to be filled with blood. Instead, it was a special brew he had dubbed the “Exotic”— human blood mixed with an enzyme he had secretly augmented to enhance vampiric power. “Looks like my recipe is a hit, Casell.” He slapped the young vampire on his back. “I told you our brethren would go for blood drinks enhanced with…um…a little extra something.” Cassell grinned, his fangs barely visible, and looked up at the tall, muscular vampire. “Exotics have really pulled in the crowd. They’re a brilliant creation, Seaton. Then again, who can resist their lure?” 1
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Seaton nodded, his eyes sweeping the vampire-only social club he’d created and run for more than a century on the desolate coast of northern Maine. “Not our kind, that’s for certain.” He smiled slightly as he scanned the energy emanating from his clientele, absorbing the white-hot lechery smoking from the dark corners occupied by patrons in the heat of intercourse. Making love was tolerated in the Sanguine Lair. More than tolerated, actually. It was encouraged. Since Exotics had been introduced, sex in the club had taken on a new intensity. The Lair seethed with it. “Are you ever going to tell us what you added to the blood?” Seaton grinned. “Nope. Not even you, Cassell. And you know how much I trust you.” The younger immortal shook his head. “Well whatever it was, it sure has made a difference in my life.” “I thought Ivette looked especially…satisfied tonight.” Cassell chuckled. “Ivette’s not the only one. But, it’s more than the lovemaking. I’ve never possessed this strength…endurance…as if I’d been immortal for centuries, like you, instead of only fifty years. I tell you, Seaton, Exotics will make this club a fortune.” “That was the—” Seaton had been idly watching the crowds stream through the entrance when his preternatural awareness screamed an alert. Passion flared as he disseminated the complex sensation. It was an echo of long-dead love and never-forgotten agony. He scanned the throng and caught the fleeting sight of a shapely female vampire. No! It simply can not be. She was destroyed years ago. He began moving toward the spot he’d seen her, vaguely aware that Cassell was still talking to him. His heart beat a desperate tattoo in his chest and Seaton forced himself to breathe. He’d long ago learned to live with the emptiness and pain from the loss of Phillippa. And had made peace with a solitary life, knowing he’d never find another timeless love to fill it. So what was his problem, now? A flash of blonde hair flamed his adrenalin. Not since the 1950s had 2
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he seen hair like that. Not since Phillippa— Seaton dodged a couple as they dropped to the floor at his feet. Their sexual coupling barely made an impression on him as he caught his first good look at the mysterious lady. She lounged at the bar, ordering a drink. Her profile was nearly his undoing. A long, willowy body draped across the mahogany chair. Downy skin glistened in the candlelight; a regal bearing cast its own glow around her. Luscious locks of golden hair cascaded down a slinky carmine silk jacket. A graceful bare leg testified to the ultra short skirt beneath the garment. Her husky voice floated through the charged air as Seaton approached. Hope that had flared against his better judgment died, leaving a solid mass of bitterness in its wake. Phillippa’s voice had been different. It had purred. And now that he drew next to this female vampire, Seaton could see she was different from his love, though the similarities were still striking. The spectral blonde turned at that moment, crystal goblet in hand. Azure eyes twinkled at him, and with a shapely mouth formed into a charming smile, she raised her Exotic-filled glass to him. She might not be Phillippa, but Seaton suddenly realized he wanted this woman more than he’d wanted anyone since his lover’s death. He tried to scan her thoughts, but she blocked him with easy expertise. As he bowed, then sank into the bar chair next to her, he wondered why she was on guard with him. As if she was wary of him. Or had a hidden agenda. Nodding to the bartender, who had hastened to his boss’ side, Seaton took a glass from him and returned his attention to the mystery lady. “Salut!” He toasted her. “Salut!” Her feline eyes studied him with a hint of humor as she sipped. 3
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“I’ve never seen you in here, before.” Her smile widened, her curving sensuous lips infusing delicate facial features with a light so palpable, Seaton could almost feel its warmth. “You keep track of everyone that visits this place, do you?” Her soft growling tones flamed his desire. “Actually I do.” He savored the blood brew, inhaling its incendiary power, allowing it to surge deep inside. “I own the Lair, you see.” “So you’re Seaton DeBlaise.” “In the flesh…so to speak.” Her sultry laugh floated beneath the club’s symphony of ringing crystal, murmured conversation, and wailing electric guitars. She trailed manicured maroon fingernails across his cheek, then swept her hand over a lock of his thick, long mane. “So gorgeous with your dangerous brown eyes and black curls a woman could lose herself in. You’re everything I’ve heard about you. And more.” All right, lady. What game are you playing? Seaton arrested her movement, cradling her hand in his for a long moment before turning it over. He lowered his mouth and ran his tongue across the delicate flesh of her palm. Lips moved away from fangs and he nipped her skin. She gasped and amber flashed across her lapis eyes. Never breaking eye contact, he lapped at the light trickle of blood before kissing the puncture and returning her hand to the bar. “I’ll take your words as a compliment.” The female drew a groaning, shaky breath. Seaton chuckled softly, his sensitive immortal ears picking up every lust-soaked nuance in her utterance. “‘Compliment’ seems like such a superficial word to express what I’m trying to say.” Her provocative voice enfolded him. “I’d heard the owner was just as impressive as the club. But you appear to be far more than that.” Smoldering blue eyes smoked above the blood concoction as, once again, tapered fingers transported the stemware to her mouth. Her freed hand drifted across the ebony marble bar. 4
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Seaton watched its leisurely stroll with dry amusement. If she was trying to be seductive, she was succeeding. Blood coursed to his penis. In that instant, Seaton decided that the next time she touched him, he wouldn’t remove her hand. He didn’t have long to wait. Dainty fingers dropped to his silk trousers-clad thigh, then to his rock-hard crotch. And rested there. He looked up to see her remarkable eyes studying him. “Tell me about the immortal behind the legend,” she whispered. “Show me the presence behind the beast.” Seaton shook his head. “Lady, there aren’t enough hours in the night…” Fingers cupped and pressed his contained erection. “We could begin.” She glanced around, and he saw her eyes rove over the fornicating bodies. “So public,” she murmured. “Is there some place we could go to get better acquainted?” Seaton growled his arousal, his heart beating to the hard-driving rock thundering around them. “I’ve never been one to turn down a lady.” He captured her wandering hand as it squeezed his rod, drew her off the bar chair and led her from the room. *
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“You have me at a disadvantage, you know.” Seaton flipped on the light switch by the door and his maroon-and-black office suite emerged from the darkness. “I don’t even know your name.” She turned to face him, her body inches from his, her provocative eyes flashing. “Ghislaine. Ghislaine Mignon.” Seaton pulled her roughly against him. “You are ravishing, Ghislaine Mignon. Are you mine, tonight?” His eyes swept her face just before his mouth possessed hers. She melted into him, received his tongue and dueling with it before running her tongue across his fangs. “All yours, my love.” 5
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Seaton’s crotch ground into her stomach and he backed her into a dark red silk-swathed wall. His hands roamed her thighs, pushing up her leather skirt. Ghislaine playfully snarled in his ear. Fingers pushed aside the flimsy silk of her panties and he found her steamy core. “So hot and wet,” he murmured. “So ready for me.” She opened her legs, and two of his digits stabbed her vagina. Her snarl grew louder as his hand began pumping inside her. His fangs swept across her neck, drawing a thin line of blood. He lapped the sticky liquid, his tongue in sync with his thrusting fingers. Suddenly, he desired to see those gorgeous blue orbs of hers, to see his carnality reflected there. Seaton stepped back. She obviously hadn’t expected the movement, gasped and looked away. But not before he caught the uncertainty in her eyes. The expression froze him. Her body told him she was ready for him. Yet something was very wrong. Seaton released her, his fingers soaked with her juices. “What is it, Ghislaine?” He tried to scan her mind; she strengthened her barriers against his intrusion and wrapped her arms around his neck. She began nuzzling him, a seductive gesture that didn’t fool him for a minute. Seaton gently grasped her wrists and untangled her from his body. Holding her in place before him, he murmured, “Ghislaine? Answer me, my dear. What is amiss?” Her pouty smile was designed to seduce. It almost worked. Almost. “I thought you said you wanted me,” she murmured, her fangs trying to reach his neck. Seaton held her at bay. “Not like this. Not when there’s something obviously wrong.” Ghislaine shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice cracked and she looked away. Seaton guided her to a raven-colored leather wing chair and knelt by her side. “I don’t mean to be overly personal.” He added softly, 6
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“Than again, we were almost as intimate as two beings can get.” Seaton paused, searching for the right words. “Ghislaine, don’t get me wrong. I find you infinitely desirable. But I won’t take advantage of this situation. Of you.” She drew a shuddering breath. “Is there anything I can do? Would you like to talk about it?” Ghislaine snapped her head around and faced him, raw misery radiating from her. “You’re not what I expected. You’re not what I was told—” Seaton cupped her chin in one hand. “I confess to being confused, my dear. What were you expecting? And who told you what about me?” In a flash of immortal strength, she pulled away from him and stood at the office threshold. Flinging open the mahogany door, she paused to look back at him. With regret filling her husky voice, she said, “You have no idea how sorry I am.” And disappeared. *
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“Honey, I never thought I’d say this about you, but you’ve become downright boring,” cooed the dark-haired vampire, as she swept fingernail talons across Seaton’s silk shirt-clad chest. Her fingers pinched his nipple. He started in surprise and dragged his eyes from the teeming club floor to the snapping green eyes of his friend. “Sorry, Maude. I was looking for someone.” “You’re always looking for someone, lately.” Maude pouted. “Who is she?” “I’m not really certain. That’s the problem.” “Seaton, you are without doubt, the most fascinating and sexy immortal I’ve ever bedded. Not to mention the most gorgeous with your swarthy looks and sculpted muscles. I just want you to know, I don’t mind leftovers after you’re done with this mysterious lady. 7
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Whenever you want me, all you have to do is call. But tonight, my love, tonight I’m here to play. Not join your vigil.” She rose on her toes and cradled his head in her hands. Pulling him down to her petite height, she locked onto his mouth with her full lips. The deep kiss lingered and he obliged the lady, caressing the tender flesh of her mouth with his tongue. Maude released him after a long moment with an exasperated sigh. “Damn you to hell, Seaton DeBlaise. I want you so badly I’m ready to jump you right here and now.” A tiny smile flickered across her beautiful face. “Oh, don’t flash those brooding eyes at me. I’ll leave you alone. Happy hunting.” The shapely immortal flounced away. Seaton barely noticed. He’d finally admitted to himself that he was obsessed with Ghislaine Mignon. Five nights had passed since she’d entered and exited his life within the space of an hour. He’d spent countless moments scanning his surroundings for a sense of her, for a glimpse of her willowy form. In desperation, he’d tried to distract himself with hunting for mortal blood along the harsh Maine coast, something he hadn’t done in years, ever since he’d accumulated a staff of willing and ready mortal donors. The challenge of the kill hadn’t eased his waking hours; dreams overwhelmed his sleep. Tucked into his custom-made crypt, deep in the bowels of the club, Seaton’s slumber took the shape of a phantom female—a perfect mix of Phillippa and Ghislaine. She oozed over his body. Ready, willing. Sitting atop him, her silky skin glowing, her azure eyes shining, she opened to him, lowering herself onto his glistening staff. He grasped her firm hips, anchoring her as he penetrated the sopping canal. A howl escaped her shapely mouth, a veil of golden hair whipped through the air as she shook her head. “Seaton! My one true love.” She dropped onto his heaving chest. “I can’t get enough of you. 8
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Damn! I will take every inch.” She pierced his upper arm with her fangs and drew his blood. The snap of pain fired his lust; the sucking pulled at his core. Heat from the flow of his life fluid set him aflame as he listened to her swallow the precious drops. Using a fraction of his immortal strength, Seaton swept her beneath him. He rose over her graceful body, lifting her legs to his shoulders. Vagina exuding juices, delicate flesh quivering, she arched her back to better receive him. “Every inch is what you’ll take?” he barked. “Mmm? I can’t hear you.” “Your prick, Seaton! Fuck me, for God’s sake. Fill me, please, lover.” He grinned at the sound of her wails. Teasing her hole with the tip of his penis, he eluded her frantic gyrations as she fought to capture him. “Beg me, sweetheart. How badly do you want me?” “Damn you, Seaton. Please. Please.” Her fingernails had become claws, raking his arms, leaving bloody streaks in their wake. The mild discomfort only made him hotter. Still he refused her, luxuriating in the sight of her blood-tinged perspiration spreading across alabaster skin, the sound of her guttural pleading, the delightful threat of her barred teeth. His fangs incised a shoulder, leaving behind ripped flesh. He knew he had only precious moments before the wound healed, so with her shrieks bombarding his ears, he took the life juice from her in deep draws. Sensual and warm, the thick fluid flowed through him. He lost himself to the feast, absorbing her passion and strength, not sure where she ended and he began. The more he drank, the more he craved. Every inch of her, he wanted. Needed. It was time. Now, or he would spew himself across her body. And 9
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that wouldn’t do. He wanted to be buried deep when he came. Deep and deeper. He reared back and impaled her on his— Vampiric senses jerked him back to the Lair’s bustling activity. She was here. He could feel her presence. And she’d been in the club for a few minutes. He’d missed her at first while he indulged himself on fantasy. “Sir?” Seaton looked down to see Cassell at his side. “Not now,” he snapped. “But, sir. I just thought you’d like to know—” “What?” Seaton inwardly winced at his harsh tone. In a softer voice he added, “You caught me dreaming, Cassell. What can I do for you?” “There’s a lady waiting for you in your office. She insisted you’d want to see—” Seaton’s immortal abilities propelled him to his inner sanctum within seconds. His heart beat him to the spot. He pushed open the door and there she was. Seated where she’d been five nights before. Only this time, he knew she wasn’t going anywhere. *
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“Surprised?” Her husky tones sent out sultry tendrils that wrapped around him, pulling him to her. “Putting it mildly.” He resisted the urge to rush to her side. Instead, he closed the door behind him in a long, deliberate gesture and turned to face her. He took in the details of the low-cut, deep purple dress, the silk celebrating every gorgeous curve of her slender body, the fabric buttons that drifted down the front begging to be ripped off. “You appear much calmer than the last time I saw you.” She had the grace to blush. “I must have seemed possessed. I’m sorry if I unsettled you.” 10
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Seaton felt the hint of a smile tease his mouth. “I wasn’t the one unsettled.” He wanted to ask her to explain, to tell him everything about herself. He remained silent. Still air settled between them, during which time Ghislaine studied him. “Can I get you something to drink? An Exotic, perhaps? I’ve consumed several this evening, but I’d be happy to join you in one.” Seaton inwardly winced at his mundane repartee. It’s all right, she responded silently. I understand. And…no thank you. Seaton eyed her in surprise as she lowered her defenses. So, lovely lady, you’re going to allow me in just a bit? But not all the way… She laughed softly and said aloud, “I’ve learned to be careful. I like to get to know someone before I let them rummage through my mind.” “Which is why you’re still blocking.” She shrugged in a lovely, Gallic gesture. “A woman has to have some secrets. Otherwise she’s too obvious and becomes boring.” Seaton sank into the chair across from her. “Somehow, Ghislaine, I can’t imagine you as boring. Regardless of how open or closed you are.” He assessed her for a long moment. Her demeanor still hinted of tension, but it was nothing like the distress she’d exhibited tearing out of his office five days before. “Do you want to tell me about it?” “Excuse me?” She leaned forward, her breasts straining against the purple silk, forming a valley of cleavage demanding Seaton’s exploration. He smiled at her artless response. Come on, Ghislaine. You know exactly what I’m talking about. What say we dispense with the games. She returned his gaze with veiled eyes. “No. I don’t want to talk about it,” appealing to his telepathy with the mute words, I’d appreciate it if you could forget my crazy behavior. Is it possible to just move on from here? Seaton thought back to the previous days when she’d filled his 11
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thoughts and dreams. The notion of an eternity of that hell if she walked away from him sent a painful shudder through his body. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that he’d only spent a few precious moments with her. He sensed a resonance between them few experienced. Some would call it true love; others might identify it as a pipe dream. Regardless, his instincts told him she was the only female who could replace Philippa in his life. He’d lost Phillippa decades ago; he’d be damned if he lost this woman now. In a soft voice came momentous words he suspected would change the course of his life: “I’d like very much to move on from here. With you.” With wonder in her blue eyes, she whispered, “You’re so certain about me. How can that be? You barely know me.” “I know you in my heart. When all is said and done, isn’t that the most important knowing?” Blood-tinged tears trickled down Ghislaine’s cheeks. “I feel the same. I can’t explain it, nor rationalize it. Always, I thought such things were the stuff of fairy tales.” She took a shuddering breath. “But I couldn’t stay away from you. I had to come back.” And I’m glad you did. They smiled at one another and conversation began to flow. They spent hours talking, sharing their dreams and hopes. And while Seaton sensed that Ghislaine still wasn’t relating her entire story, he didn’t care, so enthralled was he with the tapestry of richness wrapped around them, drawing them close. Desire flared between them as they spoke, a striking counterpoint to their dialogue. It built steadily, infusing Seaton with a ravening thirst for her body that eventually choked his words. He steadied himself with a breath, aware that he had consumed enough Exotics that night to give him the strength of ten vampires, while she had had none. His lovemaking would require discipline or he’d risk injuring her. And with that caution in mind, he decided to act. 12
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He would claim her body. Now. She clung to him as he swept her into his arms and carried her past the forest green silk-draped walls and ornate brass wall sconces of the elegant hallway. Mortal servants scuttled out of his way, lowering their eyes and shrinking from the violent emotions he knew emanated from him like a strong perfume. “I really am falling in love with you,” Ghislaine murmured against his white tuxedo shirt. She stole a glance up at him, hesitant like a teenager with her first crush. He smiled down at her and paused to feast upon her sensuous mouth. Her body trembled as he plundered her. Their tongues jousted and teased one another, eventually pulsing in a coital rhythm that struck deep in their animal cores. With it, their mood shifted from lighthearted exploration to primitive need. Seaton wrenched his lips from hers. “By God, I have a mind to take you right here.” Ghislaine growled against his mouth. He continued down the hall in athletic strides, finally stopping before the door to his private apartment, which he kicked open with a booted foot. Past the lacquer Oriental furniture and black silk wall hangings and draperies he carried her, not stopping until he’d reached a satin-swathed, over-sized chaise lounge. Still holding her in his arms, he barred his fangs and punctured her neck, drawing deep upon her life source. A panoply of images streamed from her along with the blood. Ghislaine as a pigtailed child, the evening she’d been made by an ancient vampire in Colonial America, her first mortal kill soon after. He felt her veins swell, heard her pounding heart, smelled her yearning. Rippling, palpating warmth connected them as securely as their coupling was about to unite their bodies. Ghislaine’s fangs nicked one lobe and her nails scratched his back. He flung her onto the daybed and she hissed up at him. “Fuck me, 13
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Seaton.” Grinning, he grabbed the top of her dress, wrenching it from her lissome body in one easy pull. He leaned back to study his handiwork. A banquet of ivory flesh lay before him, concealed only by a tiny pair of purple thongs and her stiletto heels. “Open yourself to me,” his deep voice rumbled. Her eyes flashed gold at the order. “Make me.” Muscular legs propelled him onto the chaise next to her. He rose over her, pinning her arms above her head, forcing her legs apart with his own. She used her considerable vampiric strength to attempt wrenching away from him, but he was no match for her. Ghislaine lay beneath him, her breasts rising and falling as she panted her excitement. Seaton chuckled to himself. She played the game like a master, knowing full well her struggling incited them both. This would be no easy conquest. She’d make him work for her, and he was more than happy to oblige. He lowered his head until their mouths were inches apart. “Right now, I can do anything to you I wish. You are helpless.” She hissed and again tried to pull out of his grasp. Blood trickled down her chest from the puncture wound in her neck. Seaton leisurely lapped at the red ambrosia, following its trail with his tongue as it wound around one breast. Ghislaine shivered as he lightly strafed her pearly globe with his fangs until blood once again flowed. Seaton pulled back to watch the glistening ruby coat her erect nipple. He sucked the delicate flesh together with the blood, drawing more and more of her breast into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. “My God!” Ghislaine breathed, arching her back. He released her arms, one hand sweeping along the lush arc of her side. As he rose onto his knees, still positioned between her legs, his fingers caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh, moving closer to her 14
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moist core. Seaton’s mouth dropped to the flat firmness of her abdomen, suctioning the silky flesh as he began his downward journey. Without warning, one finger entered her, thrusting deep into her juicy canal. Ghislaine shrieked her joy, grinding her hips around his exploring digit, drawing him deeper. A second finger joined the first. Then another and still another, filling her, stretching her. As quickly as he’d entered her, he withdrew. “Damn you!” she sputtered between gritted teeth. He returned to her mouth, his lips jamming onto hers. Ghislaine resisted the intrusion of his tongue for only a moment before relenting. He plundered her, his tongue invading every inch. When he felt her tension dissipate, his kisses grew gentle until they were a delicate whisper of flesh against flesh. “You were saying?” he murmured, chuckling at the venomous passion screaming from her fiery blue eyes. “You are the very devil.” “Why, thank you, ma’am!” He dropped back until he again knelt between her legs. Grasping her thighs, he spread her open and feasted on the sight before him. Glistening coiled hair framed her quivering vagina. Heat radiated from the opening, along with the scent of her musky arousal. Seaton inhaled her, branding the aroma into his brain. His female. It was time to stake his claim. He lowered his mouth between her legs, his tongue caressing the sodden velvet of her inner thighs, the sopping tissue at her threshold. Fingers pulled apart the outline of her hole and his tongue entered her. Slow and easy, he moved deep inside her, then out, only to invade her once more. Again and again. She screamed his name as her quivering hands cupped his head and sought to bring him still closer to her core. He sensed her burgeoning climax, called upon his iron discipline, 15
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and withdrew from her. “Seaton! No!” she shrieked. He sat back and grinned. “Problem?” Dancing fingers down her leg, he whispered, “I’ll tell you when you can come.” Ghislaine wailed in frustration. Seaton brought her leg up to his mouth and began feasting upon it, as if it were a meal. Nips left tiny red marks along her inner thigh and calf. When he reached her elegant foot, he pulled off her high-heeled shoe and drew her toes into his mouth. One by one, he sucked each as if he had all the time in the world. Ghislaine thrashed on the chaise, groaning in agonized pleasure. “Please, Seaton!” He released her little toe from his mouth and looked at her flushed face. “You were saying something?” “Please!” “Please what?” “You know.” “Say it.” “Fuck me.” “What was that?” “Damn you, Seaton. Fuck me!” “Fuck you…what?” “Fuck me…please.” He chuckled and dropped her leg. “Remove my clothes.” “Wh—what?” Seaton pointed to his white tuxedo shirt and charcoal silk trousers, then spread his arms wide in mock helplessness and shrugged, a grin returning to his face. “I’m a bit overdressed, wouldn’t you say?” He watched in delight as various expressions whipped across her face, from supreme frustration, to disbelief, finally to mischievousness as she apparently acknowledged the potential of the situation. It was time to let her have her fun. Seaton could hardly wait. 16
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I heard that. Her thoughts screamed at him. Then have at it, my dear. “You don’t have to say that twice,” she breathed, lunging at him. Seaton allowed her to fling him onto his back, laughing as she shredded his clothes with long, furious swipes of her nails. His engorged penis sprang into the air and Ghislaine paused in her playful fury to admire it with glowing eyes. Barring her fangs, she straddled his legs, reaching out to grasp his rigid length. “What shall I do with this pretty?” she hummed. His eyes caressed her golden hair flowing over creamy square shoulders, her firm breasts, graceful hips and long, lean limbs. “I see pretty, too—!” He gasped as her mouth swooped down and captured him. Ghislaine let him go and looked at him with twinkling eyes. “Pay attention.” He saluted her. “I may not have served in the military during my long life, but I never argue with a lady who’s captured my privates.” “Know it.” She took him into her mouth again with a long swipe that almost consumed every inch. How did she do that? he mused. Seaton wasn’t egotistical, but he knew for a fact that he was well-endowed. Never had a female come so close to receiving all of him. You’re the biggest I’ve had. Ghislaine winked at him as her lips suctioned his tip. Seaton settled back onto the chaise, luxuriating in her attention. The lady knew what she was doing, that was certain. Her tongue danced crazy patterns around the sides of his staff, darting quickly only to slow into graceful swipes. Nothing was predictable and Seaton loved it. Every one of his preternatural senses was on hyper-mode, tuned to her every move. He groaned and closed his eyes as her tongue abandoned his seething velvety hardness and her lips wrapped around him once more. 17
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Strong fingers held his base and in the back of his mind, Seaton flirted with the notion that her vampiric strength could rip his member clean off. I don’t think you’d like that. He opened his eyes to a smile flirting on Ghislaine’s lips as her thoughts drifted above them. And frankly, neither would I. My better judgment tells me you’re far more fun intact. Her mouth descended once more, this time initiating a series of slow, steady movements. Down to his base to meet her steadying hand she glided, and up to his tip where she paused to plant a kiss on his quivering knob. Then back down. Again and again, her speed increasing with each drive. Faster and faster her mouth swooped over his silken steel, her head bobbing at a furious pace, bathing him with her saliva, inciting his fevered flesh. The room was silent except for her suckling and slurping. His loins burned, his penis throbbed, ready for release. A few more swipes and his rod would spew its cream into her mouth. He didn’t want this first time with her to end like that. With hands slightly shaking, Seaton summoned his considerable strength, so close to deserting him, and pulled her away. Her lapis eyes glowed red with lust and she flashed her fangs. Seaton’s response was to fling her onto the chaise and settle atop her in a lightning-fast flourish. He loomed over the supple body, his desire for her beyond reason. With no preamble, he embedded himself in her moist richness. And stilled deep within her core. Her shriek filled the room. She reared up under the onslaught, then dropped to the satin cover, gasping. Seaton moved within her, his penis strafing the tender walls of her grasping tunnel. Her hands cupped his buttocks, seeking to draw him deeper, to no avail as he pulled out until his tip rested against her tight entrance. “Damn you, fuck me,” she moaned. 18
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And he did. His rod swooped into her again, launching a series of fierce jabs that impaled her time and time again. Fast and deep his rock-hard staff pistoned, as if having a mind of its own. Ghislaine ground against the percussive slams, reaching for Seaton, seeking to draw him still deeper. Her tunnel clutched at him. Her talons dug into his skin, drawing blood. On and on they rode each other, swirling around a sizzling vortex, inciting each other to the brink of lunacy. Lines blurred, no longer differentiating their bodies. They gyrated as one. Through the rapturous haze, Seaton sensed she was close to her brink. He honed in on her, adjusting his pace to match her. The buildup was painful and exquisite for him, so close was he to spilling his seed. His swipes lengthened and he remained deep in her core for a few beats before pulling back, instinctively knowing such action excited her. He dropped a hand to her clit and lightly strummed, the erect nub vibrating at his touch. Ghislaine sobbed beneath him, blood-tinged tears rolling down her face, gasps racking her body. She was on the edge. Very close. Seaton pressed on her button, then released it and drove his engorged member deep into her. “Come for me, Ghislaine.” As she began to shutter in orgasm, he drove his fangs into her breast, long-since healed from his earlier strafing. He punctured the skin above one nipple, then fastened his mouth around the bud, pulling at it, sucking at the crimson fluid that was far more satisfying than any mother’s milk. The sanguinary aphrodisiac shattered his steely discipline. His white-hot senses, fired by the liquid warmth coursing down his throat, drove him beyond control and he allowed himself his pleasure. Together they rode the heights, accompanied by the shuddering release of his cream. Her sensitive walls clamped onto his prick, clutching, 19
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Ghislaine curled by his side on the ox-blood leather couch. “Seaton?” He looked down at her inquiring face and sighed. “I have a twin brother, Ghislaine. His name is Aubrey.” He felt her stiffen, yet the expression on her face didn’t change. “What is it?” he asked. Ghislaine shook her head. “This is your story. Please…go on.” “Aubrey and I never got along.” “I thought twins were always close.” “Not in our case. As much as we tried, we never managed to reconcile. We were just too different. Aubrey has a brutal streak. An ugly side that I pray I never find in myself.” Ghislaine shifted on the couch, leaving his side to sit erect. Her eyes, now indigo, bore into him. “Over time, the conflict between us intensified.” “Why?” “Phillippa entered our lives. We vied for her, you see. Over several centuries, as a matter of fact. And while Phillippa had chosen me, she could be a mischievous seductress.” “So she flirted with Aubrey to drive you crazy.” “More than flirted, actually. I’d grow furious with her and we’d fight. But in the end, I couldn’t stay angry.” He smiled slightly. “Our reconciliations were always…quite stimulating.” “I’ll bet.” “Aubrey didn’t appreciate being used like that. I’d beg Phillippa to give him wide berth, but she liked her games too much to stop playing them.” Seaton drew a shaky breath. “One day, just about fifty years ago, a fire broke out in the mansion where Phillippa and I lived. Aubrey was visiting us at the time. He helped me put out the inferno. But—” His voice broke and Ghislaine laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “But we didn’t get it out fast enough. Phillippa had been trapped…she was horribly burned.” He lunged from the couch and began pacing the room in agitated 21
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strides. “You know what fire does to our kind. She was all but destroyed.” “I don’t understand, my love. ‘All but destroyed’?” Seaton stopped in front of her and gathered courage to go on. “Few know this, but there’s a way our kind can be resurrected after being reduced to ashes. If…if the ashes are not disturbed, over time…centuries…we can regenerate. It’s a heart-wrenching process. And it’s terribly painful. God, it’s painful! The immortal is never the same again, but lives on in a type of half-life.” “How do you know this?” Ghislaine whispered. He looked down at her, vaguely noting that she now huddled in the corner of the couch, shivering. “I witnessed such a renaissance after I was first made. The…victim suffered so mightily, eventually he was driven to madness and flung himself into daylight, never to be seen again.” “How terrible,” Ghislaine rasped. “I couldn’t…couldn’t stand for Phillippa to share that fate.” “So you scattered her ashes.” Seaton was beyond words. All he could do was nod. “Let me guess,” Ghislaine’s voice echoed his pain. “Aubrey hadn’t wanted you to do that.” “He wanted her to live on after the fire. At any cost. He didn’t care what pain she’d endure.” Seaton returned to the couch and sank next to Ghislaine. “He never forgave me for protecting Phillippa from a fate worse than death. I haven’t seen him since that disastrous day of the fire. I’ve sensed him close to me from time to time. But he’s always kept his distance.” Tears pooled in his eyes. “And so, you see, I lost both my lover and my brother that day.” Ghislaine flung her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. “I’m so very, very sorry.” They remained on the couch for untold time, wrapped in each 22
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other’s arms, drawing solace and strength from one another. Eventually, Seaton extricated himself from her grasp and smiled down at her. He’d never loved Ghislaine more. And for the first time since the fire, he entertained the notion that his pain could be healed. As long as he had this magnificent female by his side, there was no reason why his future—their future—couldn’t be stellar, indeed. Seaton tucked her head under his chin and pulled her close once again, inhaling her unique scent of spicy female and earthy eroticism. He fondled her long blonde tresses, coiling silky locks around his fingers, burying his hands deep in her mane. With gentle strength he used her hair to pull back her head. He lowered his lips to hers and lightly sank his fangs inside her mouth. The taste of her blood, mixed with the fiery response of her tongue, inflamed him. He sucked at the bleeding tender tissue, his enlivened staff vibrating in rhythm with her pulsing ruby fluid. Suddenly, he had to bury his engorged member into her hot, juicy canal. And I want it there. Ghislaine pulled away from his mouth to bare her own fangs and growl softly. “Bury it deep inside me,” she said aloud. “Plant your seed, lover. And know I’ll always be yours.” Seaton swept her onto the Persian rug in front of the fire, ripping off her clothes and his, then turning her onto her stomach. His hands molded to her firm, rounded buttocks, then forced apart her legs until he could see her glistening juices. He caressed her slit until his fingers dripped with her essence, then separated her cheeks. The sight of her tiny anal opening, puckered pink and vulnerable, made him still hotter. He brushed a finger across it. Ghislaine jerked at the touch, then raised onto her knees to grant him greater access. Seaton inserted his finger, pushing deep inside her, feeling the tight tissue accept his intrusion. She groaned and wiggled her ass at him. Pump me. 23
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He pressed deeper, then withdrew. Again and again he moved inside her ass, then out, bringing his other hand around to strum her clit. Ghislaine spread her legs so wide he wondered that she didn’t hurt herself. Her hips drove onto his hands, her growling grew louder. He knew she was close to her brink and he abandoned her clitoris to shove his fingers inside her canal. Both openings now yielded to his aggressive hands. She orgasmed quickly, pulling on his fingers in deep draws of passion. Her gasps filled the charged air around them. When the spasms had faded, he withdrew his fingers. Giving her no time to recover, Seaton mounted her, positioning his petrous manhood at her vagina. He thrust, imbedding so deeply, he seemed to become part of her body. His hands grasped her hips, steadying her as he rode her fast and hard. Ghislaine flung back her head and howled, meeting him stroke for stroke. He drove her to climax after climax, each more intense than the last. The Exotics they’d consumed earlier added a fury to their coupling that would have killed lesser beings. But their torrid mating only fueled their lust. In sync with one another, they performed a wild dance to a rhythm known only to them. Sweat glistened across their ignited flesh, the musk of fervent arousal hung heavy in the air. As Seaton sensed Ghislaine close to yet another orgasm, he allowed himself to sink into his own savage ecstasy. His balls tightening, he shot his creamy essence inside her. Seaton fought for air, his lechery sending him close to a point of no return. He pumped his cum until there was no more, then fell away from Ghislaine to lie beside her. Her sobbing reached him through his satiated haze and just before he fell into slumber, he gathered her into his arms and tucked her body against his. *
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Seaton struggled to focus in numbed twilight. He tried to move, and couldn’t. Looking down, he found himself bound to a metal pillar. Chains encased his body. He fought again the restraints, knowing that most metal couldn’t contain the average vampire. He didn’t budge. Only one metal withstood most vampiric strength. Siridium! “That’s right, brother. Siridium.” With the sound of Aubrey’s voice, memory flooded back. Something about the Exotic he’d been sipping with—Ghislaine! “Where’s—?” “Next to you,” came Aubrey’s bored voice. Seaton’s gaze swung across a grim, brick-walled chamber to find his beloved tied to a pillar next to him. She groaned in her awakening 25
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stupor and tried to shift against her chains. “Ah, splendid! Both of you conscious, now. Took you long enough to come around, I must say.” Seaton looked back at his brother. “You drugged us!” “You always were master of the obvious, Seaton.” Aubrey’s words dripped venom. “And it should be equally as obvious that you and your lady-friend are going nowhere.” Seaton tried to contact Ghislaine in his thoughts, while blocking Aubrey. “No good, brother. The drug’s still too strong in your system.” “Seaton?” Ghislaine’s weak voice nearly broke his heart. “It’s all right, my love,” he told her. “My brother Aubrey is just playing a cruel prank.” “Aubrey!” she breathed, her eyes opening wide to stare at the man who looked so much like Seaton. The vampire slunk across the stone floor to stand next to her. “That’s right, my dear. Your old friend, Aubrey.” “Old friend— What are you talking about?” snapped Seaton. Aubrey’s eyebrows raised in mock surprise. Clasping a hand to his chest, he turned to Ghislaine. “Why, my dear! He doesn’t seem to know about us.” “Please don’t, Aubrey,” Ghislaine wailed. Seaton froze at the exchange between the two. His drug-induced lightheadedness dropped away and he sensed Ghislaine’s distress. “No, he certainly doesn’t know,” continued Aubrey. “And here I thought you were only betraying one of us. My dear, you are good! Two brothers in one fell swoop. I am impressed.” Seaton’s eyes drilled into the bound figure next to him. “Talk to me, Ghislaine.” She turned her head toward him, her dark blue stare slipping away from his scrutiny. “It…it’s not what it seems. I love you, Seaton. You must believe that.” 26
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Aubrey’s satanic laughter reverberated in the mean space. “Oh that is rich! And so well-deserved. This is working out better than I could have hoped.” “Cut the crap, Aubrey,” Seaton snarled. “What is all this about?” “Revenge, dear brother. Sweet revenge.” “For what?” “For what…now you’ve disappointed me, Seaton. Can you forget Phillippa that easily?” “Seaton, you must listen to me first,” cried Ghislaine. “He’ll twist the truth. Don’t let him.” Seaton ignored her, his attention pinned to his twin brother. “Go on.” “The fact that I even have to say this—” Aubrey exhaled in a tense burst and continued in a conversational tone that chilled Seaton to the bone. “All these years, I’ve never forgotten. Never. How you destroyed her.” He sprang in front of Seaton. “She could have lived on. But you were so full of pompous righteousness. Taking her fate into your hands and crushing it to dust. Or should I say ashes?” He shook his head. “You never deserved her. Never. Phillippa was far too good for the likes of you. I—” Aubrey took a shaky breath. “I would have made her happy. I would have cherished her as she should have been cherished. But you never gave me the chance, did you? You destroyed more than one life that day you decided to play God.” “And you’ve never forgiven me, Aubrey. I know all this.” “Ah, but you don’t know about your new beloved. Take a good look at her, Seaton. Who does she remind you of?” “I noticed the resemblance.” Aubrey sneered, “You did much more than notice. Was she as good in bed as Phillippa? Hmm, brother?” “He told me you were evil, Seaton!” Ghislaine struggled against her chains, blood-tinged tears streaming down her face. “That I could help him right a wrong. It was all about justice, so he said.” 27
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“Shut up, woman!” snapped Aubrey. “You’re growing tiresome.” “How does she figure into your scheme?” Seaton’s heart began to shatter. “I love you, Seaton!” Ghislaine screamed. “Don’t forget that I love you.” Both vampires ignored her. Aubrey shrugged. “I used her to get to you.” “I was supposed to get you to like me,” Ghislaine whimpered to Seaton. “Just grab your attention. He told me I wouldn’t have to do anything more. I was trying to help him. That’s it. Truly, Seaton.” He stared at her in disbelief. “I…I couldn’t go through with it. Once I met you…you were so kind to me. I realized that he’d lied to me. That’s when I ran out of the club. I stayed away for days, sorting it all out. Because…because I’d fallen in love with you, Seaton. I had to return, don’t you see? You held my heart in your hands. “ “You returned because he told you to,” he ground out between gritted teeth. “No! It was no plot, it was all about my feelings. Our feelings.” Seaton humorless laugh caught in his chest. “You were under orders to act like you cared.” “I tell you, that’s not true! Not later. I thought we had a future together.” “But you must have known that Aubrey wouldn’t let you just walk away from him.” “I did know that, yes. I met with him and told him about us. He said he understood and that was that. I thought I was free to…” A sob escaped. “…to love you.” Ghislaine took a steadying breath. “I was going to tell you all about it, Seaton. I started to so many times—” “Just couldn’t get around to it,” Seaton seethed. “This is boring me beyond tears.” Aubrey sidled next to Ghislaine and cradled a lock of her golden hair in one hand. “You are not a stupid 28
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wench, but you certainly acted like one. Talk about being too kindhearted for your own good.” His hand brushed across her cheek. “All it does is make you easy to manipulate. Convincing you to help me was child’s play, my dear. And then for you to think I’d actually let you waltz away with him and live happily ever after—” His face broke into a wicked grin. “Well, it’s all water under the bridge, now, isn’t it?” The hand dropped to her throat and swept over her milky skin, then brushed across breasts surrounded by chains. For the first time, Seaton noticed that the metal bonds were wrapped around Ghislaine so as to thrust forward her ample bosom. The neckline of the silk gown she’d been wearing when Aubrey drugged her had been pushed down so that it grazed the top of her nipples. “What are you going to do with us?” he asked, his dread increasing as he sensed growing excitement in his twin. Aubrey yanked down Ghislaine’s dress and her breasts sprung free. “God, Aubrey, no!” Seaton yelled even as Ghislaine shrieked and began writhing in a futile attempt to escape Aubrey’s touch. “You wanted to know what I’m going to do with you?” Aubrey lowered his mouth and swept a tongue across her nipples. “Eventually, nothing. When I’m done with you, I’m going to walk right out of here and leave you two kids. “ He grinned at Seaton. “Bound helpless the way you are, I figure you’ll take a few months to die, being healthy vampires and all. Oh, and you needn’t waste energy screaming or sending out telepathic messages. This crypt is far below the ground, too far for even our kind to hone in on it. As for escaping the chains. Well…siridium, you know.” Aubrey’s tongue lashed out to draw a moist line from Ghislaine’s neck to her heaving cleavage. He paused to look up at Ghislaine’s stricken face. “I actually like it when you struggle, my dear.” He took one nipple into his mouth and pulled on it. Fury coursed through Seaton at the obscenity before him. To watch someone he loved being tortured in such a fashion— Yes love, he 29
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admitted to himself. Ghislaine had fallen victim to Aubrey’s conniving cruelty. She wasn’t blameless, perhaps, but he loved her, imperfections and all. He’d be damned if he’d allow Aubrey to continue tormenting her…in any fashion. Aubrey lifted his mouth away from Ghislaine’s breast. He turned to wink at Seaton. “Doesn’t feel very good, does it? Knowing a brother can do terrible things to someone you’ve given your heart to.” “Let her go, Aubrey. I’m the one you want to punish, not Ghislaine.” Aubrey chuckled. “Ah, but she is your punishment, dear brother. Yes, I imagine watching her die slowly will be far worse than your own physical discomfort.” Seaton wrenched his eyes away just as Aubrey grabbed Ghislaine’s breasts in his cruel hands. He forced himself to filter out his violent emotions and focus on the dilemma before him. Cold calculation assumed control. Seaton had never been bested in his long life, either by mortal and vampire. That would not change. He concentrated on the chains surrounding his wrists. While it was true siridium could contain a vampire, Seaton knew that fact hadn’t been tested after an immortal consumed Exotics. Ghislaine’s cries began to creep into his awareness. He shut them out and began to work on the chains. Now was the time to act, while Aubrey was distracted…and nearby. Because Seaton knew that he would avenge the wrongs committed by Aubrey—either immediately, in this place, or later after he’d hunted down his twin. Let it be here and now. Seaton honed every ounce of his Exotics-enhanced vampiric might. Raw power coiled and surged through his body, electrified by adrenalin and rage. Brutal chains shifted. Just a bit at first, then more, finally falling to his superior strength. He turned his attention to the scene next to him. Thankfully, Aubrey 30
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no longer had his hands on Ghislaine, but he still hovered over her. Seaton tore Aubrey away from Ghislaine’s body, sending him soaring through the stygian air. The twin crashed into the brick wall and sprang to his feet in a heartbeat, fangs barred, growl menacing. He lunged at Seaton, whose Exotic-enhanced ability overwhelmed Aubrey as effortlessly as a mortal swats a fly. Seaton barely noticed his brother’s crumpled body as he worked to free his beloved. *
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The pair left Aubrey chained to the same pillar that had once supported Seaton’s confinement. That the diabolical immortal should think he was suffering the same fate to which he’d relegated Seaton and Ghislaine seemed only fair. Seaton assured his love he would release Aubrey after his twin had time for reflection. “But he might come after us again.” Ghislaine’s voice still carried traces of the horror from which she’d just escaped. Seaton drew her into his arms. “Wouldn’t matter if he did. But I doubt he’s that foolish. After all, what could he hope to gain? He’s no match for us, and he knows by now that nothing can shake our love.” She looked up at him, tears pooling in her gorgeous azure eyes. “Nothing? Not even my foolishness?” Seaton lowered his face to hers. Just before he possessed her mouth, he whispered, “Nothing.”
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