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  Puck’s getaway to his mansion was quick and fast. WRAITH were onto him. His mansion was covered in his fairy dust so he could lay low for now, giving him enough time to join his lovers in his bed for one last rendezvous. After that he would need to flee… Maybe the earthly realm needed a permanent toothless smile?

  Epilogue

  It took Zander a few attempts to open his eyelids, but when he did he saw the slumped figure of his Sebastian sitting next to the bed with his forehead resting on the edge of the mattress. Sebastian was snoring softly and his right arm was extended over the blankets, holding Zander secure at the waist. “Always my Zysagian,” Zander said to himself as he reached over to brush his long fingers through Sebastian’s moss green hair.

  As Sebastian nuzzled his head against Zander’s touch, the vampire looked around the bedroom. He had been here for two weeks, ever since the attack in the club and his Zysagian submissive had barely left his side, attending to his every whim and need. Both of them had been granted a leave of absence from the WRAITH headquarters to allow their recovery from the ordeal.

  Zander’s lips formed a fangless smile as he took in all that Sebastian had done for him. Being a nature guardian, he had bedecked the bedroom in every Vargr flower and plant that Zander could name, and many he could not. As he was a vampire, he rarely got to see such blooms with his own eyes, most flaura and fauna closing up at night, awaiting the feeding rays of morning. It was like his own piece of daytime in a never ending dark world, and the thought and love that his Sebastian had put into the display filled him with pride and utter happiness.

  What a difference two weeks makes, Zander thought. Directly after Puck’s attack, he had thought his life was ruined...what use is a vampire without his fangs? How would he protect Sebastian and himself now, how would he feed? His body had gone into shock and the pain wasn’t merely that of tooth extraction, for a vampire to lose his fangs was equivalent to a mortal losing a limb and the psychological impact of that had threatened to spiral him down into a deep depression. It had taken a lot of patience and understanding on Sebastian’s part to help him come to terms with the situation, and Zander didn’t know what he had done to deserve him, but he knew deep down that he had been given a blessing, and was thankful every minute of the waking night for him.

  “You’re awake, my Ch’taren” Sebastian gave a lazy smile as he raised his head and pressed a kiss to Zander’s palm and inner wrist.

  Zander cupped Sebastian’s face. “I believe it was you that was asleep, but come lay with me awhile,” he said and moved his body to allow Sebastian to climb in beside him, his back flush with Zander’s chest as the older vampire wrapped his arm tightly around his lover, inhaling the scent of fresh cut grass from his hair. “The room is spectacular, thank you.”

  “You like it? I hoped that you would,” Sebastian drawled as he felt the seduction of sleep stalking him once more, feeling safe in Zander’s embrace. They lay there unspeaking for a few moments, enjoying the closeness of their bodies and the sanctuary that Sebastian had created. It seemed like they were in their own world and no-one and nothing could touch them here.

  “I would like to try to feed, Zysagian,” Zander said, his voice a little nervous.

  Sebastian stilled. It was the first time in a fortnight that Zander had actually asked to feed. He had tried everything to persuade him to try, now that he had lost his fangs, and his pleading and tough love approaches had all fell at the first hurdle. To hear Zander actually ask to try was a milestone and he turned around to face him. “I think that sounds like a very good idea Ch’taren.”

  “It may hurt you, without my fangs I cannot provide the pleasure agent that would normally be injected when I pierced you,” Zander warned in a soft tone.

  Sebastian put a finger to Zander’s lips as he sat up and straddled over his thighs, looking down at Zander with adoration and complete trust. “It is an honour to have you feed from me, Ch’taren. I am stronger than I look,” he said, as he took a ring from his finger and placed it onto Zander’s thumb. “When you were resting, I went out to the market and had this made for us.” He smiled as Zander inspected the jewellery. “It has been made by the purest Varganium metal and is inscribe ‘Let me sustain my Ch’taren’ in my native tongue.”

  Zander looked at the blueish purple metal which was a simple band that wound around his thumb, snaking to a vicious point at the end. It was delicate and exquisite in its simplicity, and the inscription was perfect. “I don’t know what to say….”

  “Then let us not speak…” Sebastian smiled as he wrapped his hand around Zander’s wrist and brought his hand up to his neck, letting the point of the ring score into his skin. He felt the sharp pain followed by hot trickles down his neck and as he leaned down to Zander’s mouth, he grunted in pleasure at the feel of his lover’s lips and tongue lapping up his lifeblood. As Zander fed, Sebastian kissed his shoulder and rocked his body slowly over him. They were discovering a new way to feed and connect, the pain mixing sublimely with the pleasure that was building, and both knew then that everything was going to be alright. More than that, it was going to be spectacular.

  Once Zander had finished feeding, and both men had climaxed with the intensity of their bonding, they lay sprawled out on the bed, spent and happy. Sebastian suddenly sat up, and slid off of the bed, making his way to the far corner of the bedroom.

  “Where are you going?” Zander watched him, confused.

  Sebastian grabbed at something and hid it behind his back as he padded back to bed, grinning at Zander. “I had another present for you.”

  Zander eyed Sebastian, matching his enigmatic grin as he tried to look behind him to see what he was hiding. “I am in danger of being spoiled, Zysgian. What do you have for me?”

  Sebastian’s blue hued skin was entrancing next to the paleness of Zander’s and when he smiled the brilliance was dazzling. “I have created a hybrid orchid for you, Ch’taran.” He brought the flower around his body to place it on Zander’s chest.

  Zander looked down at the orchid, speechless and full of emotion. The flower was blood red in the centre and the petals were softly frilled, and the colour of Sebastian’s green hair. Each petal was pulled back, like tongues and the centre was a trumpet guarding the stems in a crimson prison. It was a work of art.

  “It is named the Zandendrobium orchid,” Sebastian announced, smiling with pride. And it only flowers at night, feeding on the nocturnal rays. It is the first of its kind.”

  Zander’s eyes filled with unspilled tears as he reached over to Sebastian and captured his lips in a passionate embrace, putting all of his devotion and love into the one physical act. “You are a truly gifted nature guardian, I will treasure these flowers always,” and he kissed him again, this time indulging himself in the taste and feel of Sebastian’s mouth and tongue.

  As Zander pulled back from their kiss, Sebastian relaxed against him. “There is only one other good piece of news to tell you. We had a communication from the Director at WRAITH. Puck is definitely no longer in Vargr, and his palaces and club have been seized by the Council. All his assets have been frozen. He has fled to the human realm and although the Hunters have not been able to track him, I don’t think we will be seeing him back here ever again.”

  Zander rested his head against the pillow as he felt Sebastian curl his body around him. “That is the best news I have heard for a while,” he said with a relieved tone. “We can get on with our lives together without fear of a visit from the tooth fairy.” And as Zander smiled his fangless smile, he closed his eyes and held onto Sebastian tight, secure in the knowledge that he had found his eternal love, and they would face their future together.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  Both Scottish authors are best friends and have been developing these wonderfully complex characters for years, finally putting them down onto paper to share with the world.

  LJ Halkett is 35 years of age and is a wife,
mother and Housing Officer for local Government. She is a smart, sassy and highly imaginative woman who devours books – especially the paranormal genre. She is the master at multi-tasking and is always thinking ten steps ahead. With her passion for creativity, she brings her imagination to life in vivid detail. Family is the cornerstone of LJ’s life, and her greatest achievement is her wonderful son.

  LJ was left partially sighted after a stroke and now has to write in what the authors call ‘NASA font’ and can only detect the colour red, which makes it difficult to read print on a daily basis. Her determination is a testament to her personality and as she says “Where there is a will, there is a way”.

  Rhonda T Lucas is 41 years of age and divorced. She had a very successful career in Recruitment and Business Development until it was cut short due to illness. Rhonda worked in the Health Sector, Ministry of Defence and Private Sector and has a myriad of experiences to write from!

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  Website: www.xali.net

  WRAITH: THE BLOOD PRINCE

  SHANNON WEST

  When FBI agent Cole Gregory is called to his bureau chief’s office and recruited for a special task force called WRAITH, he is confronted with the commander of the force, a handsome, enigmatic man named Levi who makes Cole feel restless and uneasy.

  The two men tell him an unbelievable tale of a world beyond our own, a world where Fairies and Demons rule, and where Fae and Paranormal creatures exist and sometimes cross over to our world to interact with humans—the Vargr Realm. They’ve known about our world for thousands of years and are attracted to humans. WRAITH is a special Vargr task force established to retrieve those of the Vargr Realm who travel between the dimensions unlawfully and to neutralize any human witnesses who come in contact with these travelers.

  While all this is hard enough to believe, even more difficult to ignore is the way Commander Levi looks at Cole, as if he wants to consume him. When Levi changes into a powerful demon right before his eyes, Cole begins to wonder if he’ll even survive this encounter, or will this demon take possession of not only his body but his soul?

  WRAITH: STRANGER THAN FICTION

  RT LUCAS AND LJ HALKETT

  Maddy Scott lives a happy but quiet life, living alone with her cat and writing bestselling supernatural novels in her spare time. Her inspiration comes from the dreams that she has had since childhood. Dreams that are so vivid and detailed that it’s almost as though the world she creates is a real place.

  WRAITH hunter Storm Alaziel has been sent from Vargr to the human world to detain and bring back Maddy Scott, enemy of the Realm. When he meets his target, the heart of the hardened operative starts to melt, and as events unfold it makes him start to doubt his values and loyalty.

  Troy Nabu is a Vargr prison guard. Lately he has been obsessed by the mystery woman who visits his dreams and has fallen in love with her. Troy is shocked when the woman of his dreams turns out to be his newest prisoner. Can he really keep her imprisoned and send her to face execution, or will he leave behind everything he has ever believed to help her realize her destiny?

  Three individuals, two realms - one destiny.

  WRAITH: UNDER THE WIZARD’S SPELL

  SUSAN E SCOTT

  Slade Delany is an FBI agent living in North Carolina. He and Cole Gregory have been friends since their army days. Working at different field offices, Slade is planning a visit to Cole with the intention of taking their relationship to the next level. When Cole mysteriously disappears Slade is concerned, but assumes Cole is on special assignment. Then, while hiking in the Smoky Mountains, Slade has an encounter that will change his life forever…

  Dallon, a wizard for the Blood Prince and member of WRAITH, finds himself compromised when Slade sees him appear through the Blood Gate. Dallon has no choice but to take Slade to the Vargr Realm to be neutralized, but once there things don’t go as planned…

  Will Slade be able to overcome his mistrust of the Vargr long enough for Dallon to convince him to stay, or will the Dark Forces in the Vargr realm destroy them both…

  ADDITIONAL DHP TITLES BY RT LUCAS & LJ HALKETT

  THE TAINTED BLOOD SERIES

  THE HEIST

  THE WARRIOR

  COMING SOON: THE LIES

  FLAMES OF DESIRE

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