Click here for the Kate Hill page. [HOME] [HUNGER] [THIRST] [BREATH] [PULSE] [QUIZ] The Following excerpt from MATE MARKS: THIRST is for readers 18 and over. Mate Marks: Thirst by Kate Hill (Interracial Vampire) Cover by Sahara Kelly From Changeling Press While unpacking antiques belonging to Arias Del Rio, a little known explorer, museum curator Malika Carter Young is stunned to discover a Spanish vampire in a sarcophagus. He's arrogant, gorgeous, and his fangs are an exact fit to the birthmarks on her breast. Shamed by the greed and violence of his mortal life, Arias Del Rio has spent his centuries as a vampire atoning for his sins. After years of loneliness, he has finally found his destined mate, but an enemy from his past has returned and intends to destroy everything Arias loves, beginning with Malika. Behind the Scenes: Mate Marks: Thirst-Malika's Museum (New Window) Return to excerpt one. Excerpt 2: In her school days, Malika had been into gymnastics. She enjoyed being strong and flexible and she loved discipline. Unfortunately, the time came when she had to choose between sports and study. She'd pursued her academic career with sports on the side, so she'd given up the chance to become an Olympic gymnast. Yet it didn't feel the least bit strange to her that so many years later she was still bouncing around her in-home gym. Her technique was still good, not Olympic class, but damn close. And of course she was a lot older. Malika rose to a perfect handstand, then performed a series of flips across the mats. "Not bad for thirty-five." She grinned. She walked to the window and glanced out at her woodsy backyard. It was almost time for her to leave for the museum. A new shipment was scheduled to arrive today and she was so excited about it that she had scarcely slept last night. Last week she had been contacted by a lawyer employed by a descendant of the little known Spanish explorer Arias Del Rio. For some inexplicable reason, Malika had always been drawn to that particular historical figure. She'd written several papers about him and had always wished for more information about his life. So little had been recorded about him and his exploits. It had been like a dream come true when the lawyer had informed her that Del Rio's last blood descendant wished to donate several of the explorer's belongings to the museum. She hadn't imagined any relative of Del Rio would know about her little, off-the-beaten-path museum. Few people in New England knew about it, let alone Spain. Malika strode toward a pair of balance beams and performed one of her favorite stretches -- a split across both beams. She held the position, concentrating on her breathing. Her eyes closed, and she relaxed completely -- strange considering this wasn't the most comfortable position in the world. A hint of fear and arousal shot through her when she felt the strangest sensation between her legs, like a man's warm breath fanning her labia. She drew a deep breath and her heartbeat quickened. A warm, wet tongue tickled her delicate folds then slowly thrust into her pussy. The split left her completely exposed and though she hadn't been thinking about sex when she'd mounted the balance beams, her fantasies had quickly taken over. Only this didn't feel like a fantasy. The sensations were far too real. That skilled tongue withdrew from her pussy and trailed along the side of her clit. The tip of it teased the sensitive nub, making the flesh ache. Malika's pulse raced and her nipples tingled. She forced her eyes open and noticed the entire room seemed blurry, except for her immediate area. It was as if she was in a dream. Was it possible that she was still asleep in her room and this was purely a figment of her imagination? It had to be. She should have been terrified, but in this almost drugged state, engulfed by so much raw pleasure, she only cared about one thing. She wanted these fantasy lips and tongue to push her over the edge. The orgasm built inside her with every swipe of that wet, velvety tongue. Glancing down, her heart skipped a beat. Her red leggings and exercise bra had vanished and there was a man seated beneath her. She couldn't see him very clearly, but made out broad, sleekly-muscled shoulders and a mass of wavy hair the color of milk chocolate. His hands caressed her widely-stretched legs, his fingertips almost tickling her inner thighs. Malika quivered with desire and wondered how much longer she could hold this position. His lips tugged at her clit, then his tongue swept over it again. Those hands reached up farther and stroked the tops of her smooth, muscular legs. He must have felt her trembling and there was no way he could miss how hot and wet she was. Again his tongue thrust into her pussy, and her flesh rippled around it, clenching and unclenching like the muscles in her belly. "Oh, damn," Malika panted, wobbling a bit in her precarious position, yet she didn't want to move for fear of shattering this unbelievable fantasy. Again she glanced down, and this time the man's eyes came into view. They were wide-set and the color of a mountain lake on a sunny day -- a beautiful, mysterious blue. They burned with lust and something more that Malika couldn't quite place, yet it excited her beyond belief. Then he closed those gorgeous eyes. Long, dark lashes cast shadows on his cheeks as he continued lapping her. Malika was once again swept away by the passionate strokes of his tongue.

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