A deleted scene from REVELATION
This short scene was deleted from the final text
of REVELATION to keep the page count down.
There's a part where Japheth is secretly
watching Dashiel through the window of his
apartment in Babylon. This is what Dashiel's
doing. It's an insight into his character, and it
leads on to more hints in REDEMPTION that Dashiel
has a problem with a certain type of woman...
It's a sensual scene, so cover the kiddies' eyes
On the bedside table, lit through the balcony
window by the setting red moon, Dashiel's phone
Dash groaned, and risked a glance at it. Lune.
Perhaps the kid got his message about Quuzaat
being the Prince of Blood.
The slender girl under him murmured in protest,
and dragged his mouth back to hers. She crushed
his hair tight, her naked thigh flexing around his
hips. "Don't answer it. Just fuck me."
Her wet heat enveloped him, and he eased deeper
into her with a shuddering sigh. Such a little
creature, it amazed him she could take him. The
top of her pretty blond-dyed head had barely
reached higher than his elbow in the neon-dark
jazz bar in Chelsea where he'd found her, six-inch
heels and a Japanese silk dress, her scent a
sultry whiff of laughter and practiced seduction.
A sexy little minx. He'd had to pick her up to
kiss her, and she'd wrapped her lickable legs
around him and whispered dirty suggestions in his
ear. He'd left Trillium in his element, sandwiched
between a slender redhead in a black vinyl fetish
dress and her sharp-dressed boyfriend, and Iria
was already gone, a handsome blond gangboy with
muscles and tatts and no idea what was about to
On the pale sheets of Dash's massive bloodwood
bed, his girl looked like a tiny elfin princess.
But she felt fucking good on his cock, and he
needed to come down from the fight. He'd call Lune
Sweat rolled down his back as she moaned and
rocked her hips to his thrust, her pleasure
rising. She was smooth and eager, even if not
really his type. Too small, too slender and fine,
her curves girlish. A warrior woman, now, that was
more his style, tall and statuesque, with proud
breasts and rock-hard thighs, who could pin him
down and fight him to get on top…
Dash groaned, swelling inside her, aroused by his
fantasy. But he always picked the pretty, petite
ones instead. Wouldn't pay to get too enamored.
Fucking was meant to keep the nightmares away, not
The ringtone fell silent. She gasped, quivering
around him in release. "Oh. Yes. Ohmygod!"
Not quite, princess, but it's the closest
you'll ever get. He swept her up, onto his
knees with his arm around her waist. Streaked
blonde hair spilled over her fairy-slender
shoulders, and her eyes sparkled, ready for more.
"Mmm," she sighed. Her pierced tongue teased his,
wicked. Her kisses tasted of champagne and female
pleasure. "Fuck, that felt good. You're really
He laughed, soft. She liked games. So did he.
"Wanna see something wild, my pretty?"
"Uh huh." She gathered her hair above her head,
flexing her thighs, expertly moving up and down on
He lowered his lips to her ear, pushing her down
harder. "I can fly," he whispered, and in a
sparkling shower of glory, he let his disguise rip