Free The Tenth Legion (Book 6, Progeny of Evolution) by Mike Arsuaga

long, ivory
fangs, her eyes red and wild.
    Even in a
vampire state, her strength fell far short of his. Reacting
instinctively, he knocked her back to the ground with a back-handed
slap, followed by a warning growl.
    “ See, my
Lord, the change has begun.” The female spoke from a safe distance
behind them, pointing to Cithara’s breasts, which approached
womanly fullness. “You must climax her until she is out. It is the
way.”
    “ Then help
me with her.”
    As the clan
learned later, it took fewer orgasms to complete her emergence than
what their kind required. Unlike the wolfen, the physical changes
occurred not at once, but over a few days. When she morphed before
the assembled clan, they recognized her as a vampire, a mythical
creature of their lore. After emergence, the lady who spoke to
Cithara in her in dreams never returned.
    Each day,
Aliff, along with the other two males, noted Cithara’s
metamorphosis with interest. Talk of using her for prey breathed a
last gasp. Soon, another problem arose. The female complained to
Aliff of Cithara taking her mate into the forest. She demanded that
he, the Alpha, render judgment on the matter.
    The same
night, he approached his charge in their tent. Since emergence,
he’d slept outside to avoid her sexual advances. She viewed his
participation in her emergence as an act of love, but he thought of
the ritual more like bringing a new life into the world. What she
did with the other males should have been settled among her, them,
and the female, but the female had put the conflict at his table,
expecting him to resolve the issue or risk tearing the clan
apart.
    When he
entered, she sat in darkness, interrupted only by the small
sputtering flame of an oil lamp at the entrance. “My lord.” She
greeted him with a self-assured smile. “You have come to visit me
at last.” Throwing off the furred skin covering all but her head,
she stood before him in haughty nakedness.
    The sight of
her, struck Aliff speechless. Lorna experienced the scene from
Aliff’s point of view. Since her emergence, the changes couldn’t be
ignored, but from a long-standing habit of viewing her as a child,
he’d fought hard to deny them or to put them out of mind. Now she
displayed a woman’s body, tight and compact, with strong, shapely
legs arranged in precise alignment. Her hips flared with delicious
roundness below a flat, hard midriff. Turning, she profiled a pair
of small, pert breasts with brown, rocklike nipples that made him
ache to touch them. Above the straight shoulders perched a face he
would love for the rest of his life—round with full cheeks and a
wide, thin-lipped mouth. Deep-brown eyes greeted him with
warmth.
    “ Are you
ready, my lord?”
    There was no
doubt of the correct answer. Their mutual scents said all. Without
a word, he went to her, covering them both with the fur, for
although early fall, the nights in the mountains of Cantabrian Gaul
often dusted the ground with frost.
    His large,
powerful hands explored her yearning body with a gentleness she
hadn’t expected nor experienced when in congress with the other
males. Lorna returned to Cithara’s mind. Lying on his side, he
showed a broad, sculpted chest, tapering into the darkness of the
blanket’s shelter to narrow hips she’d often admired for their
supple strength. Tentatively, she touched an abdomen hard like iron
but warm with an overlay of softness, like a hand of Roman chain
armor gloved in lambskin. In response, he rolled toward her,
claiming her mouth with his. Their faces pivoted around each other
while tongues wrestled in the wet darkness.
    “ You
lascivious vixen,” he said in a tone of admiration when their
mouths pulled apart.
    Sliding soft
hands across his stomach, she left a searing hot trail, to meander
below. He gasped when she reached the white flesh above his
manhood. Pale because daylight made only rare appearances there.
The radiated heat of his member warmed the eager fingers