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  Morganna’s lover, Keelan Moonhunter, a seductive dark elf, disappeared from their province in the Faerie Realm years ago without a word. She assumed he’d simply grown weary of her and sought his pleasures elsewhere. To help her deal with the heartbreak, Morganna pacted with the goblin alchemist, Syril Grimstarker, for a potion that would mask all the pain—at least for a time. Little did she know, however, exactly what evil secrets Syril held.

  Until the night her long-lost lover, Keelan, saves her from the sadistic hands of the vampire Romulus. Now, Keelan’s a vampire with tortured memories and living in a place called Vampyre Falls. He whisks her away to the human world to protect her, and there, she meets the mysterious vampire, Daffyd Angelus, who once saved Keelan’s life. Morganna senses deeper ties between Daffyd and the dark elf she still loved. And Keelan reveals why he disappeared so long ago.

  The only hope for any future together could hinge on sacrifices Morganna will be asked to make in order to remain in Vampyre Falls. Is her love strong enough to turn her back on everything she has known to stay with the one man she knows is her soulmate? Even if he is a vampire?

  This story is a work of original fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author.

  This book remains the copyrighted property of the author.

  Copyright 2017 by Adrianna Dane

  Cover Art Designs by T. A. Gallup

  This story was originally released in January 2008 by Amber Quill Press/Amber Heat

  CAUTION: This story contains explicit sexual situations and strong language. You must be over the age of 18 years of age to read this story.

  Morganna’s Sacrifice

  a Vampyre Falls story

  Blended Species 1

  By Adrianna Dane

  Dream Romantic Unlimited, LLC

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Author Bio

  Networking Links

  Chapter One

  Morganna carefully removed the potent, bubbling liquid from the fire and placed the container on the counter. The fumes alone were already beginning to affect her and she giggled at the airy feeling beginning to ooze inside her. Usually she was more careful when handling the heady potions. But not today.

  When she’d prepared the poppy seeds Morganna hadn’t planned to use them on herself, she was simply restocking her supply in case she had need of the seeds. Being a faery doctor carried great responsibility, and she tried to adhere to the requirements of that position. Of all her faery sisters, she had been the one gifted with the strongest healing abilities, and she had dedicated herself to learning her arts. Until Keelan Moonhunter entered her life. At that moment her world had altered dramatically.

  No longer did she join her sisters in the human world to play upon the emotions of men. No more dabbling with lovers, then leaving them desperate and yearning when she returned to her own world. No, Keelan had stolen her heart and soul, leaving her with a black void of longing only he could fill. That depth of emotion rarely touched a faery and she had to wonder, why her?

  Since her elven lover’s mysterious disappearance Morganna had again dedicated herself to the role of healer. If only she could truly cure her own heart-pain once and for all. The pinchers of suffering gripped and squeezed tightly. She finally recognized and accepted that it would never ease away completely. She was not meant for the simple, uncomplicated joys her sisters shared—taking lover after lover with no depth of concern when they tired of them. No, her soul had recognized its one, true mate and apparently would allow her to settle for no other.

  There were long periods of time when she could ignore the piercing ache, managing to attend to her duties. Then suddenly the pain would overwhelm her, catching her at odd moments. It was those times when the intensity rose to unmanageable proportions that in desperation she resorted to the twisted magic of the goblin alchemist, Syril Grimstarker. But not tonight. Tonight she would summon the memory, embrace that which she yearned for with every burning breath.

  Moving back to the counter, she picked up an empty vial and carefully poured the potion into it, then stoppered the container. Exiting her cottage, she made her way to the forget-me-not littered glen where they had always met.

  She’d gathered the stones earlier in the day. After carefully washing and oiling them with fragrant rosemary, she had placed them in a ring, end to end. She collected the forgotten tree limbs and discarded, vibrant orange and red leaves to build the fire from only those broad, sturdy oaks and tender, lean ash beneath which they had made searing love in times now past. Ah, the memory of Keelan’s hands on her body beneath the starry silent nights still made her tingle. Morganna could feel his long, tapered fingers as they traced arcs of infinity over her abdomen. She remembered how warm they felt when he cupped her breasts, the pads of his fingers brushing across her erect nipples driving her to peak after peak of passion, leaving his stamp upon her senses deeply embedded forever.

  With the gnawing ache twisting inside, she now approached the ring of stones, the sun a descending vibrant red disc in the sky. She waved her hand beseechingly, chanted secret words of potent desire, and flame burst free from the heart of the circle. The heat of the crimson fire blanketed her with its fever as she called upon the elements of her remembered love to draw the recollected passion of images intimately around her. Tightly gripping the elongated silky smooth, gentian stone pendant—etched with his elven glyphs—she slipped to the ground, summoning his memory to bare itself to her.

  Morganna downed the contents of the vial, licking the last drops from her lips, and felt the liquid slide down her throat, as she embraced the searing heat, letting it spread through her.

  “Keelan, come to me. Come to me. Come to me.” She waited, heard the crackle and snap of the hot fire. The pendant grew warm against her flesh and began to pulse, to become a living thing within the cup of her hand.

  “Yes. To me. To me. To me.”

  “I am here, Morganna.”

  Her eyes snapped open and she sighed as she saw him standing on the other side of the fire. Her beloved dark elf. The firelight undulated across his naked body, drenching him in flickering heat that pulled her to him. The fiery passion licked at her bare skin as she approached, at first with hesitant steps. And then her gaze dipped to follow the shadowy, wavering light embracing the blue stone pendant nestled against the golden sheen of his strong chest. She remembered how, when she lifted up on tiptoe, her head had once fit so perfectly in that very spot. How she would lick and kiss her way across the breadth to suck at his nipples, and slowly make her way down his body. Keelan was sleek, yet tall for a dark elf, dwarfing her with his height. So unique even among his own kind.

  Morganna raced toward him and he caught and lifted her against his heart, his mouth blazing a fiery trail across her skin. Oh, how she had missed him.

  She traced the crest of his pointed ear, then li
cked at the tender flesh. Keelan shuddered beneath her touch. It was the same delicious response her mouth had always elicited from her lover. His hand brushed along her spine, cupped her rounded buttocks as he lifted her higher. She wound her legs around his waist and his stiff cock pressed between her lips, nudging at her wet entrance.

  She skimmed her hands along his sharply defined, muscled arms, stroked his long, silky raven-black hair, drawing forth every inch of him, pulling deep from inside herself. She so wanted to savor this moment.

  Winding her arms around his neck, Morganna pressed against his warm, solid body. This time, she would not let him go. He dropped to his knees and the heat of the red fire curled against them, roaring with life. Reaching down she embraced his thick shaft, remembering the breadth and measure of the elven tool and how it fit within her channel so snugly. So perfect.

  “Put me inside you, Morganna.”

  At her peripheral the scene started to waver and shimmer and a fist clutched at her heart. No. Not yet.

  Desperately, she reached down to enclose his erection, to position it at her wet, engorged entrance. A thrust and he was deep within her. She yielded to him, allowed him to press her to the earth as he thrust powerfully inside her. Yes. Her nails dug into the granite hard muscles of his back as she arched up against him, tracking down over his firm buttocks, locking him to her. He lowered his head to claim her lips, his tongue piercing through to bury itself inside her mouth.

  She sucked on it desperately. Her body locked to his, welcomed him, fought to keep him. The burning presence of the pendant in the valley between her breasts seared her skin. She needed the searing pain. His pendant dangled in front of her and she sucked it into her mouth. It pulsed as she licked, tracing the glyphs rooted there as he surged and retreated inside her.

  His cock brushed against her clit, sending sparks spiraling through her. They were connected in so many ways, on so many levels. The climax raged through her and she cried out with the pleasure. She felt his climax, his seed pouring into her.

  Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer. “Don’t leave me,” she begged.

  “I’m always with you, my love.” His last words echoed before the vision slowly dissipated.

  “No,” she screamed, her arms empty even as her body still quaked, as the scent of him lingered in the air around her. “Don’t leave me.” She rolled to her side, sobbing. The world had gone cold and the fire was now mere gray ash.

  She should have known the pain would be worse. The ceremony, as usual, drained her completely. Keelan was never coming back and Morganna was going to have to learn to live with that fact.

  But how?

  Chapter Two

  Keelan lay back on the bed as the echoes of sensual pain surged through him after the encounter with Daffyd. His mind wandered as the weight of the blue pendant rested heavy against his chest.

  “How do you feel?” Keelan glanced up at Daffyd who stood next to the bed, holding a goblet. He offered it to Keelan, his black gaze traveling expertly over Keelan’s naked flesh. “This should help.”

  Keelan’s body responded to the imperative look, his cock rising to rigid attention as he accepted the goblet and drank down the herb-laced blood. The thick liquid zinged through his system and he felt his strength returning. The bed shifted as Daffyd sat next to him. His cool hand brushed lightly across the cuts and bruises on Keelan’s torso. Leaning forward, he licked at the tantalizing droplets of blood leaking from one long wound.

  As his tongue dipped and swirled along the seam, Keelan hissed sharply at the stinging, yet seductive sensation that erupted inside him. The chasm of dark desire yawned wide to draw him down toward the blackness. “I’ve never tasted Fae blood quite as rich as yours.” Daffyd’s heavy, mesmerizing gaze slid up to embrace Keelan’s from beneath long, sooty lashes. “Do you regret your choice in joining me?”

  Daffyd had saved his life, had accepted Keelan into his world without question. There was no room for regret, even as a pretty fae face flickered at the fringes of his mind. Keelan tamped down the memories of his former life in the Fae realm. That was all behind him now. After what had happened to him, what he now was, he could never return. He stroked Daffyd’s strong jaw. His skin was cool and smooth, unblemished as fine porcelain. Carefully, he leaned up, feeling every bruise. He pressed his lips to Daffyd’s.

  The vampire pushed him back, his own body anchoring Keelan to the bed. His mesmerizing, fathomless eyes pinned Keelan beneath a swirling bottomless look. “Do I give you what you need, Keelan?”

  “Yes, Daffyd. I don’t regret allowing you to turn me. And you must know you give me what I require. What my body and mind demand.”

  Daffyd’s glance lowered to the pendant Keelan always wore. “But you still think of her.”

  Keelan looked away. “I can’t help it. I loved her—I still love her.”

  “But you need me.” Daffyd pressed his sharp nails into Keelan’s broad muscular chest and Keelan arched up into the pain. Because of his experience, he needed it now and his cock grew thicker, more rigid than before. He wanted Daffyd to track his nails down his torso, to draw the lines of blood and then to feel his tongue on his flesh as he savored the taste of him, drawing the exquisite forbidden passion from his body.

  “Yes. You saved my life and I’ll never forget that. And I need you.”

  “She wouldn’t understand, would she? About this hunger for pain that has now been branded into you.”

  “I wouldn’t want her to know.” Morganna was such a passionate creature, so finely tuned to her environment, to happiness and love. He could never draw her down into his world.

  “So you stay here to protect her. From yourself.”

  Daffyd yanked Keelan up into his arms. He bared his teeth and razed them across Keelan’s lips, drawing blood, which dripped down onto Keelan’s chest. Keelan leaned forward and hungrily fastened his bloody lips to Daffyd’s mouth, locking his arms around the seductive vampire’s shoulders.

  Slowly, Daffyd leaned away to look at Keelan. His tongue snaked out to lick at the dark drops still clinging to Keelan’s mouth. “Is that why you stay?”

  “In part, yes. But I also believe in what you’re doing, or I wouldn’t have let you turn me. I wouldn’t have given you my blood willingly.”

  Daffyd nodded, apparently satisfied by Keelan’s answer. He reached over to a table and picked up a blue glass jar. “Lean back and let me apply this salve to help with the healing. We don’t want to take the chance of an infection, do we?”

  Keelan complied with the request and he felt the cool cream embrace his wounds. Unlike the older scars on his body, these fresh wounds were the result of several hours of demanding pleasure beneath the punishing attentions of his vampire sire.

  He curled his hand around the pendant. It was his talisman, the thing that had kept him alive until Daffyd had saved him. More or less saved him. He was now a different person than when he had been Morganna Starlight’s lover. With her, he had been tender, wooing her slowly, delving into her body sensually. He remembered the beauty of holding her delicate, ethereal softness in his arms. He still hungered for her. The ache in his tormented soul was far different from these newer demands of his body.

  He could never let her know what he had become. She didn’t deserve that. She was a doctor, someone who healed pain, not inflicted it. His soul had been corrupted, his spirit darkened, and that was something she couldn’t fix.

  Keelan allowed himself to submit to Daffyd’s touch. Daffyd Angelus was not so much his lover, as his master. The love he felt for Morganna was not an emotion that could not be applied to his relationship with Daffyd. It was not that same intense, soul-lifting communion. Yet, Daffyd had offered him a choice. He could have left, and lived the rest of his life as an outcast in the human world because he could never go back to his own realm. Not the way he was. He would have killed the one who had caused this and damned himself even more.

  Instead he’d provided Daffyd
his blood, allowing him to better fight against the evil that had almost killed Keelan and continued to taunt the world with evil. And would continue to kill others if they weren’t stopped. He wouldn’t have the love of his life, but he could at least do something good to help keep her and the others of his kind safe. Providing Daffyd with his Fae blood at least helped to even the playing field.

  Chapter Three

  “He’ll be in the clearing. Meet him there.”

  Morganna glared at Syril. If she didn’t owe him, she wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

  “Why tonight? What does this human have that’s so important to you?” Usually they set these meetings up far in advance. For every dose of the graying potion he provided her, she owed him one task of his choice. It was unfortunate that she’d felt the need for the numbing drug more and more. Especially after that last incident with the poppies. But this was totally last minute.

  “It doesn’t matter why. You owe me and you have to do what I tell you. When I tell you. I told him you’ll be there at midnight. The asking price is a faery kiss. Whatever you may negotiate beyond that is up to you.”

  Morganna glared at him. As though there would be any need for further negotiation. But she didn’t have a choice about the kiss. She couldn’t refuse the ugly little goblin, and she never reneged on a bargain.

  “Whatever, Grimstarker.” He’d summoned her at sundown and now she had to prepare. “What does he look like?”

  “Does it matter? He has something to bargain with and I want what he has. And a kiss from you is the price. And you know how much I hate it if I don’t get what I want.”

  Oh, yes, she knew just how evil the little goblin could get. She’d felt the bite of his teeth on several occasions and didn’t want a repeat of his form of punishment.