Clare Rooney worked in the university library, and while her life wasn't exactly turning out how she expected, she couldn't complain either. Surrounded by books every day, and she did have her erotic fantasies to keep her warm at night.

Then Clare found a tome in the library on the Ancient Civilization of the Early Vampires, and she began to understand the world was a lot larger than she believed. Not only that, but something—or someone—much better than her fantasies was about to appear.

Simeon Montague was feeling itchy feet and a worry that his erotic fantasy woman held more appeal than any of the local escorts down at the pub. When Gavreel, his father, hadn't contacted Simeon or either of his brothers in over two months, he decided to check and make sure the old man hadn't landed himself in any trouble.

But when Simeon came across Clare at Gavreel's shop, the awesome potential to make his heated fantasies a reality came into focus, and Simeon knew they were both about to begin the ride of a lifetime.

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“Maybe at least try to find someone who interests you,” he suggested gently. Where Simeon would have blown off Ry or Vas saying the identical thing, he listened since it wasn’t a common thing for Michael to suggest. Ry thought a night with a woman could cure any ill, Michael and Simeon knew better.
“I can understand the boredom,” Michael continued. “You’re properly over your two hundred years, it’s a hump period where you realize not every pretty girl is worth the effort. I remember that time well.”
Simeon rolled his eyes.
“You’ve really become used to showing off the fact your road is so much better traveled,” he poked his brother in the chest. “It’s been a couple of decades since your three fifty years. Get over it. I understand you’re the elder brother.”
“What I meant was,” Michael replied taking on a haughty tone, “there are certain times when you start to feel a bit down about the whole fact you can’t truly connect with someone other than that special woman who can complete your Soul Circle. It’s just a fact of vampiric life.”
Simeon shrugged, hoped to carry off nonchalance at the slight change in topic.
“I know there’s only one or two women in the entire known galaxy who can do that for me. But a part of me wonders what the hell the point is in indulging in physical and sexual gratification when there’s no connection. I know Ry and Vas love it to bits.” Both men turned again to watch Ry attempt to climb on the stage like a randy teenager.
When the bouncer stepped on Ry’s fingers to dissuade him from the notion, both Simeon and Michael snickered.
“But still, I can’t help but think there has to be more to life than endless sexpots strutting their stuff, and fucking woman after woman in an endless rotation.”
Simeon watched as Michael merely shrugged and finished his mother milk draught.
“Well, Si old man,” Michael said with a pinch of jovial to his tone. “Out of the four of us, I bet you’re the one to find out if there is more to life. With Gav and his never-ending quests, Ry’s perpetual sexual hunger, and with Vas to egg him on, that won’t stop anytime this century. With my old age, I’m betting if any of us can find out if there’s more to life, it would be you.”
Simeon laughed as Michael slapped his shoulder and stood up.
“But if you will excuse me, bro,” he continued with a wicked twinkle in his eye, “I do believe I see Lea stepping up to the plate to show these amateurs how a real pole dance ought to be done.”
Simeon felt his eyebrows rise in surprise and he swiveled around in his chair to watch the short blonde bob of Lea’s hair make her way through the crowd and up onto the stage. With her black band barely holding her breasts in place and just covering her nipples she somehow managed to look sweet and innocent at the same time as looking sultry and sexual.
A tiny pleated skirt completed her ensemble, and the entire crowd roared as she started swinging her body around the pole as if she had been doing it all of her barely legal life.
Simeon smiled, but still felt no sexual stirring. He finished his own drink and made his way to the back of the pub. He would certainly watch Lea’s routine, but then he would head on back to his lodging. He wanted to think over what Michael had said and then maybe do a bit of soul searching.
Something definitely seemed up inside him, and he wanted to work out the best way to tackle it. Somehow, he knew having raunchy or even kinky sex would not solve his problems, however. He had the uneasy sensation his sexual detachment ran deeper than that.
When a hazy memory from his recent erotic dreams re-entered his mind, Simeon groaned. He couldn’t remember the last time he had worn a public erection, but if he let his mind travel down the road it had just flirted with, he would be soon.
Simeon could never manage to see the woman’s face as her back was always to him. She had a mass of blonde-brown curls tied neatly back in a bun.
For the zillionth time his fingers itched to reach out and touch the soft-looking strands, but he knew if he reached for her she would disappear. She always did. Besides, from his dreams over the last few nights he knew exactly what she was about to do anyway.
Her ass was voluptuous, but not enormous. His dream-fantasy woman wiggled it for him, inciting a deep lust in his groin no one else he came across could even hope to inspire. Simeon winced as the mere memory of this fantasy lady had his shaft hardening to steel-ore in the span of a second.
His mystery, dream lady reached a hand up and slowly removed the pins holding her bun together. Simeon felt his mouth dry as the vision only he could see enticed him and beckoned, more strongly than the sirens of old. He could imagine reaching out to her, pulling her to him, spreading her lusciously long legs and penetrating her with one fierce, desperately hungry thrust.
But he knew the instant he did reach out she would shimmer and disappear. That was how the last three nights had ended for him. True, he had been alone in his study doing reading and relaxing the previous nights she had come to visit him, but tonight he hoped he could see her now, and again in his dreams later in the night.
Simeon watched enthralled as blonde-brown curls slowly fell to mid-back length, running riot and creating havoc with his sexual drive.
Needing to feed more than his next breath, Simeon drank in the lust and emotion of the crowd. The energy in the room pumped around him like the beat of music, but it was the lust this fantasy woman inspired in him that drove his frenzy, not Lea’s sexy little body grinding against the pole like anyone who looked at him would assume.
Simeon could feel the heady pull of the others’ emotions, but more importantly he felt his own twisted, sexual thrill from a dirty dream he simply could not get out of his head no matter how many times he reminded himself this was fantasy and not reality.
He had no idea who his fantasy woman was. From the well-outdated suit jacket and skirt she wore he had the strongest feeling she was pure imagination, and nowhere near real. Yet he would happily give anything in the entire galaxy to have this woman in front of him now, kneeling before him and taking his heat into her mouth, embracing him in the most intimate and trusting of ways.
He groaned softly, just the faintest thought of it having his cock weeping with frustrated need and desire.
Instead of trying to force his dream woman to help slake his lust, Simeon instead focused on where his sudden interest in ancient power-suit clothing the buxom women wore had come from. Maybe he had watched one too many twenty-first century vid flicks?
As Lea wrapped up her dance and the crowd nearly deafened him with their approval. The ear-splitting roar made his fantasy woman disappear, and so Simeon slowly slipped out into the brisk evening.
Enjoying the slow and short walk back to his lodgings, he turned his mind over his dilemma. It would be ridiculous in the extreme to try and research the ancient clothing, yet the woman pricked his mind. He couldn’t search for her, as he had never seen her face, only the back of her head and body, and a teasing glimpse of full, round breasts.
Breasts he wanted to suck more than he wanted to feed ever, ever again.
Something told him it would be another excruciatingly long night. He was losing his mind over a dream woman.
Oh, how his twin would laugh to know.