An Excerpt from Brenda Bryce's The Society 2: Midas' Treasure Using the moon as her light, she looked in her purse for the house keys and walked up the stairs that led to the porch surrounding her house. As she reached the top step, she stopped. The moonlight didn't reach the porch. “Ah-ha. There you are.” She gripped the elusive keys. Pulling them out of her purse, she looked up and froze. A man stood in front of her, blocking the door. In under a second, she was able to take in a lot of details. He was taller than she was, at least six foot three, and he towered over her as very few men did. He had long black hair, and despite his dark clothing and his position in the shadows, she could tell that he had well-developed muscles. She started to take a step back, then noticed his eyes. They glowed a fiery red. My God, oh, my God! She couldn't even voice her fright. Aileen turned and had taken a single step when he acted. It happened so quickly that she missed his movement. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back toward him, fitting her perfectly in the shadow of his body, back to front. “No, no, no, no, no.” She finally voiced the only thought racing through her mind. As he lowered his mouth to her neck, she started to moan. “Shh, don't be afraid; I won't hurt you,” he whispered into her ear. Wrapping one arm firmly around her waist and the other around her chest, he pulled her in tightly. He kissed the pulse point on her neck softly, then bit down. There was a pinch, and then extreme warmth penetrated the area as his teeth pierced her neck. While he drew deeply on the wound he had inflicted, Aileen felt tremendous fear ... and heat. Sexual heat, like nothing she had ever felt before. She moaned again at the white-hot flames shooting through her body. Electricity flowed from her neck to her sex. Never had she even imagined anything such as this. She moaned again at the exquisite sensations zipping through her body. Her eyes closed and her knees sagged until he was the only thing holding her up. Then everything went black ...   Mykil became lost in the essence of the woman. She smelled of honeysuckle and popcorn, and tasted more exotic than any spice he could remember trying. In fact, she intoxicated him faster than any spirits ever distilled. He could feel her fear and excitement coming through the link he had established, but was unable to place her into a trance. Her mind pressed against his in retaliation. He fought her for dominance, and she was very strong. When she drooped in his arms, he jerked in shock; he'd lost control and taken too much. Licking her neck to seal the wound, he felt for a pulse with his tongue. It was there, but very faint. He had to do something soon, or she would die. © Brenda Bryce, January 2006 All Rights Reserved