VAMPIRE: PARANORMAL: Out For Blood (Vampire Alpha Shapeshifter Romance) (New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Short Stories) by Miranda Powers Page A

could be someone there who would take care of my needs.
    “Please thank the Fortescue's for me and tell them I would love to come.”

 
     
     
     
    CAPTIVATED BY THE SCOUNDREL
     
     
    A Regency Romance
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    By Passion Books

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
     
     
    Diana closed the heavy church door behind her and looked down the aisle towards the altar. A stained glass window behind it let in light sending rainbow shards of luminescence on to engraved flagstones that covered the important but long dead. The hood of her black cloak covered her ringlets and the rest of the garment made sure her décolletage did not offend the surroundings. It was almost as if she was floating on air.
    Autumn flowers bedecked the aisles and around the altar.
    “Lock the door,” a voice resounded throughout the building.
    She looked up at the stone pulpit with its carved relief standing about eight feet from the floor of the church at the end of the aisle. In it waited Reverend Montague Chivers, an intense looking man of about thirty years. This new vicar had recently replaced the geriatric Reverend Molineux. His long black hair was not tied up in the usual fashion at the back. Instead, it hung loose about his shoulders giving him an almost gypsy look. To go with that image were his dark eyes and swarthy complexion. Dressed in a black frock coat with a white shirt and cravat he looked down at Diana from his eyrie.
    She looked to see a huge key in the lock of the church door. As she turned it, she heard the mechanism slam into place.
    “Come forward,” demanded the vicar.
    Diana stepped down the aisle with her heart beating so loudly she was sure the Reverend would hear it. She still felt she was floating on air.
    “Come up here.”
    Diana climbed the well-worn stone steps, one at a time until she reached the top. There was little room for two people in the pulpit and her body pressed up hard against his. She could almost taste the manly smell that emanated from his strong body. And with the proximity of his body she felt his swelling.
    “You have sinned woman. You shall be punished.”
    The vicar took hold of Diana’s waist and lowered her to her knees. The tight space meant that her face was almost in his crotch.
    “Do you accept that you are a sinner, woman?”
    “Yes, Reverend. I do.”
    “And do you accept the punishment you are about to receive to cleanse your soul?”
    “I do Reverend.”
    “Then prepare to receive your punishment.”
    He unbuckled his belt, undid the buttons and out fell his solid manhood. He pushed it towards her lips. She opened her mouth and let him enter. It touched the back of her throat nearly making her gag.
    Subservience was not in Diana’s repertoire. She took hold of him in her hand and pulled him out of her mouth.
    “No, you have been the sinner and you shall be punished,” she said.
    She stood up, turned her back and gripped the side of the pulpit.
    She felt her dress being lifted at the back and her pantaloons pulled down. Her fingers gripped the pulpit edge harder until the whites of her knuckles showed.
    “Are you ready sinner?”
    “I am, are you?”
    She decided she didn’t want him to do it that way. She turned around to face him. With her pantaloons around her ankles and holding up her dress, she hoisted herself onto his erect penis pushing him back against the pulpit.
    There was no resistance as he slid into her. Diana was well lubricated in that place in anticipation of what was to come.
    He drove hard into her again and again as she came down on him with all her force. For a moment, she thought they would topple over out of the pulpit but she gripped the edge of it to keep her balance while his arms wrapped around her back to give him more manoeuvrability.
    As he shoved in and out, she cast her gaze around the church over his quivering shoulder. A church she knew so well and had attended every Sunday for many years looked so different from up