Morvea’s general release date has finally come!
Coming soon to Barnes & Noble!
Enjoy the following tantalizing excerpt. 🙂
Keddrick has denied claiming his mate for four years, separating them by worlds just to keep the man he loves safe…from him. Can he resist temptation when his love lands on his doorstep in need of help?
Eli has lusted after Keddrick from the moment the vampire stepped through the portal and into Earth. He had desperately wanted to follow along when Keddrick returned to Pavarus, but it wasn’t allowed—not to mention that Eli was under the impression that Keddrick was straight. Four years later his wish has come true, but not in the way he wanted. Barely escaping death by the hands of Wayland, head of the human council on Earth, Eli flees to Pavarus in search of help. The line of events that gets him there releases a hidden secret deep inside him he never knew existed, and will soon change his life forever.
Keddrick’s restraint towards Eli is being seriously tested, and every day Eli stays with him at the coven, it gets harder. He wants to keep his distance, but at the same time he wants to do everything he can to please Eli. As time goes on, he feels his resolve slowly crumble, his love for the man too strong to ignore. When Keddrick finds out about Wayland’s threat on his and Eli’s lives, he is determined to stop the madman anyway he can, even if that means going against Eli’s pleas for him not to.
Through blood and tears, years of love and moments of betrayal, can these two men find their way through the hardships and into a life of happiness in each other’s arms?
Eli stared in disbelief at the room he was standing in. It looked like something straight out of a Harry Potter movie. The shelves lining the wall to his left, and the walls on either side of the doorway, were filled with bottles, jars and small wooden boxes, all filled with who knew what. There were chalices and bowls, all of them silver, gold or wooden. There were trinkets, candles and some things that he didn’t recognise. The shelves along the right wall held what had to be over a hundred books, some of them giant tomes, all of them definitely old. A fire blazed warmly in the fireplace in the back of the room, with an honest to God cauldron sitting on the ground next to it. But the big wooden table in the middle of the room held Eli’s attention.
All along the edge of the table closest to the door was a row of lit candles. Droplets of wax from the thick, white columns collected at their bases. Eli walked around the table so he could look at the book that lay open on an altar. The pages were old and thick and covered in strange writing. A stone bowl with a strange, oblong thing resting in it sat in the centre of the table on top of a black cloth with a pentagram stitched on it. There was a very beautiful chalice, a couple of smaller candles, a bowl filled with dried green leaves and… Holy hell, this is one interesting-looking knife.
Eli picked up a small black pouch. After loosening the tie he looked inside. Frowning, he poured the contents onto the table. There were at least two dozen flat, oddly shaped white stones, each of them with a strange symbol painted on one side.
“Do you like it?”
Keddrick’s question startled Eli—he’d almost forgotten the vampire was there. Eli looked at Keddrick—if he didn’t know better, he could almost swear that Keddrick looked nervous. Then his question sank in.
“Do I like it? Is this…? Is this all for me?”
Keddrick didn’t speak, only nodded. Eli couldn’t believe it. Keddrick had done this for him? Eli had just found out that he was a witch, and Keddrick had had an entire room made up just for him. His heart swelled and he swallowed hard past the lump forming in his throat. This proved Keddrick really did care about him.
Then why is he holding back from me?
Eli circled the table and came to a stop in front of him, leaving little space between them. He watched the muscle in Keddrick’s jaw tick, his breathing becoming heavier when Eli leaned in just a little closer. He needed to be closer. He needed to touch and feel and taste. The ache in his chest was going to make him either crumble or float away.
Memories of their first kiss flashed in his mind and he was lost.
Eli wrapped his arms around Keddrick’s neck and crushed their mouths together. For a brief moment Keddrick stood stock still, but when the vampire’s arms wound around him and held him tight, he wanted to cry. Keddrick returned the kiss with a fervour that Eli had never experienced before. It was as if the vampire owned him…possessed him.
He happily welcomed Keddrick’s tongue into his mouth. A moan echoed throughout the room. Whom it belonged to, he didn’t know and didn’t care. Eli dug his hands into Keddrick’s long, black hair, while Keddrick’s own hands were anywhere and everywhere.
Keddrick turned them and pushed him up against the side of a shelf, settling himself between Eli’s thighs. Eli pushed forward, groaning in pleasure when their erections rubbed together. Keddrick clamped his hands down on Eli’s hips, holding the two of them together. The pressure was almost too much. He was so damn turned on, in another minute he’d be coming. The feel of Keddrick’s thick cock against his sent a shiver down his spine.
Eli let his hands wander over the vampire’s chest and around to his back, relishing the feel of hard muscles beneath his fingertips. He slid his hands down farther then moaned when he grasped Keddrick’s ass and squeezed. They ground against each other—the pace quickening and becoming frantic. He glided his hands back up, unable to get enough. The feel of every dip and curve of Keddrick’s powerful body had Eli whimpering.
I’ve waited so long for this.
Keddrick devoured his mouth, swallowing the stream of moans Eli couldn’t keep in. Their breaths were heavy and hard, both of them seeming to never get enough air. Eli closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, and was blessed with a low groan from Keddrick. That sparked a new fire in him and Eli pushed his cock against Keddrick’s with more abandon, desperate for a release.
So close, so close.
The empty air before him came as such a surprise he actually stumbled. He looked up and stared in disbelief at Keddrick, who was now several feet away. The vampire’s eyes were wide and written with worry.
Frustrated, he opened his mouth to ask ‘what the hell?’ but Keddrick quickly said, “I’m sorry, Eli.” He licked his lips and swallowed hard, the muscle in his jaw ticking again. Keddrick panted as hard as he was, his chest rising and falling deeply. The expression on his face changed, his mouth opened and closed, like he was grasping for something to say. “I’m sorry.”
Then Eli was all alone and Keddrick was nowhere in sight.
His shoulders slumped and he sank back against the shelf, his breath still coming in large gasps. He racked his brain trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, his mind spinning in circles over that last look on Keddrick’s face.
Was that fear?
What would Keddrick have to be afraid of?