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The Following excerpt from CARNAL INTERLUDE is for readers 18 and over.
















Carnal InterludeExcerpt from Carnal Interlude by Kate Hill
(m/m/f Vampire, Werewolf)
Available from Changeling Press.

He stepped closer to the Vampires and said, "If you would accept it, I'd like to share my blood with you."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Bastian said, though Floris didn't miss the desire in his eyes. "You lost a lot of blood due to your wound."

"I'm almost healed," Martin replied. "My regenerative powers have always been strong, even for a wolf. But I realize you might not want my blood because some people don't believe our species should mingle, unless of course wolves are serving as guards or servants to Vampires."

"We're not like that," Floris said, placing a hand on Bastian's shoulder. Already she saw irritation on his face, almost overshadowing his desire.

"Good," the wolf said. "To be honest, I've never shared blood with Vampires."

"Then have you made your offer out of gratitude or curiosity?" Bastian asked, narrowing his eyes.

Tilting his head slightly to the side, the wolf said, "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does," Bastian stated coolly.

Floris' gaze swept from her husband to the wolf. The tension and arousal between them was almost tangible and she wondered what the outcome of this game would be. Also why did Bastian want to play before asking Martin about his true identity? She decided to go along with him. Besides, she could scarcely wait for them to act out her threesome fantasy.

"Both reasons," Martin finally admitted.

"Then we accept," Bastian told him.

The wolf's gorgeous chest expanded as he drew a deep breath.

"You're sure you're up to this?" Floris asked.

Martin placed a hand to the back of her head and his other to the back of Bastian's. His touch was warm, rough yet gentle. So wolfish. "I'm definitely up to sharing blood, and more. " He kissed Bastian then Floris. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of his firm, moist lips and the slight tickle of his wiry reddish beard.

When the kiss broke, Bastian and Floris exchanged glances and smiled. Each knew exactly what the other was thinking.




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