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Don’t Spank the Vamp CJ England Dedication
I dedicate this book to Pat…who is always such a major encouragement to me. For her endless patience, her untiring help and her boundless love… Grab a fire extinguisher and your box of Kleenex. This one is for you.
Chapter One
“Quit struggling!” “I can’t help it. I can’t see anything.” “Just a minute, and I’ll take the blindfold off.” “This is crazy. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” “Stop whining! You are such a baby!” Dawn Birmingham sighed loudly. It was her own fault. She should know better than to let her best friends have free rein like this. Both Peggy and Samantha were known for their more…exotic birthday gifts. That’s why she was walking blindfolded down a sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon, wondering where the hell they were taking her. She folded her arms across her small breasts. “It’s my birthday, and I’ll cry if I want to…” she sang. Her friends both groaned. “Please Dawn…not that! Not singing!” She quirked her lips. Granted, she’d never put Madonna out of work, but she wasn’t that bad. Peggy’s husky voice interrupted her as she was opening her mouth to complain. “We’re here!” The blindfold was whipped from her eyes, and she blinked at the sudden bright sunlight. When her eyes cleared she saw they stood in front of a small store. It was an interesting little shop made of weathered bricks and big glass windows set at the corner of two busy streets. A bright blue pot filled with scarlet geraniums graced each side of the ornate wooden door. A single glance around the area told Dawn they were in the downtown commercial district of Monterey. Curious now, she glanced up at the gold antiqued letters of the sign above the entrance. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “You’ve got to be kidding me! ‘Don’t Spank the Vamp’?” Samantha giggled beside her. Her tousled blonde hair looked even messier than usual. As a writer, she was usually so caught up in her imagination she forgot to comb it. Actually, she was lucky if she remembered to put clothes on her short, voluptuous figure. “Isn’t it great,” she enthused. “A friend at my publisher’s told me about this place. Said it’s a real trip!”
Dawn glared at her. “A trip to where? Weirdsville?” Peggy rolled her heavily mascaraed eyes. As dark as Sam was light, she wore her black, short-cropped hair all spiky, believing the Goth look was the next hottest fashion statement to hit the planet. Given her tall, slender build, it did look good on her. “Don’t be such a killjoy. This is your birthday present, and you need a little more excitement in your life. All you ever do is work, sleep and eat.” Dawn frowned at her friend. “So? I’m an artist. I like working.” “But honey, you need inspiration…right?” Sam rolled her blue eyes at Dawn. “My friend said this place was just chock-full of inspiration.” Looking doubtfully at the sign, Dawn shook her head. “I don’t think I want to know the kind of inspiration this kind of store can give me. What is this place?” “It sells a special type of merchandise. To help you improve your…life.” Dawn was sure they weren’t telling her everything. “I don’t know.” Peggy snorted. “I told you she’d chicken out.” “I’m not chickening out,” Dawn said with a pout. “I just think this is silly.” Sam linked her arm with hers. “Let’s go inside. Then you’ll see it isn’t silly at all.” Giving in to the gentle urging, Dawn followed her friends into the small store. She had the fleeting thought that once she walked over the steps, she would never be the same again. *** He raised his head from the pillow when the scent woke him from his slumbers. Fresh blood. It never failed to make his mouth water. Listening closely, he used his supernatural hearing to gather the sounds from the store below. There were three of them, all women. One was giggling like a child, a second was talking in a bored, sulky voice and the third… He cocked his head, straining to hear her, but she was silent. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat up, still listening. When the third woman finally spoke, her soft voice tickled over him like a gentle breeze. His entire body reacted, and he frowned. That hadn’t happened to him in over a century. Then she laughed, and his whole being throbbed in sudden arousal. His cock hardened, and his mouth watered. As he pressed a hand against his swollen shaft, his teeth lengthened. Caressing himself, he listened to the unknown woman’s murmurs. No woman had done this to him before. Not just from hearing her voice. This…he would investigate further. It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. Smiling, he sent a telepathic message to his partner below. He wanted to meet this woman, and he wanted to meet her soon. *** Dawn’s mouth dropped open in amazement when she walked through the small shop’s door. She’d known just by seeing the name it would be weird, but this…this was over the top. Once her eyes adjusted, she could see the shop was divided into three sections. A colorful curtain of silk scarves closed off the back. They swayed and shimmered in the air, sending rainbows of light dancing on the walls. To her right, where Sam was standing and giggling madly, was shelf after shelf of what could politely be called sex toys. She could see adult videos that instructed the viewer on the fine art of a blowjob as well as a number of other topics. There were dildos and vibrators of all sizes and colors, books of erotica, lubricants and body paints. There was even a section of bondage toys, complete with fuzzy handcuffs and whips. On the left, was one large bookcase crammed full of masonry jars. Looking closer, Dawn saw they were filled with different herbs. She walked over to where Peggy was reading the label on one filled with a green, leafy mixture. “This one claims to be a love potion,” her friend read in her husky smoker’s voice. “It says to sprinkle three pinches of this combination of herbs that includes dried parsley, rosemary and thyme, onto the center of a square of aluminum foil. Carefully fold the foil to keep the herbs sealed inside. Keep it against your heart to attract loving energies to yourself.” She glanced at Dawn with a
mocking expression. “I could get you this for your birthday present.” Grinning, Dawn shook her head. “I have to find a man to use it on first.” Sam spoke up from the other side of the store. “Once you do, I’ll get you these.” She held up a pair of pink furred handcuffs. “One size fits all.” Dawn laughed out loud at the thought of using handcuffs at all. She wasn’t the adventurous one of the trio, which, she was sure, was why they’d dragged her here in the first place. They thought she needed a little extra spice in her life. “Or you can use this.” Sam giggled as she tossed something to Dawn, who caught it automatically. She stared at the object for a long time before lifting bewildered eyes to her friends. “What is it?” They both burst into laughter as she turned the small black object over and over in her hands. “God,” Peggy chortled as she wiped her eyes carefully. “You are such an innocent.” Dawn blushed. So she didn’t have a lot of experience. She’d had her share of sex in art school, but it never gave her the pleasure that putting her hands in clay did. So she hadn’t pushed to get any more. They teased her all the time about it. She was used to her friends’ good-natured ribbing. “What is it?” she repeated. Sam walked over, still giggling. “It is a cock ring.” She took it from Dawn and slid it onto her friend’s finger. “You put it on the guy, and it helps him to stay hard longer.” “But the opening is so little.” Dawn stared at her bubbly friend. “Why would I want a guy that small?” Her friends busted up again. Peggy leaned back against the apothecary wall and just howled. Sam doubled over with glee. Dawn rolled her eyes. “What did I say?” Sam cleared her throat. “You…you…oh my God,” she tried before heading off into another paroxysm of laughter. Peggy finally controlled herself. “You put the cock ring on before he gets hard. It prolongs his erection and is supposed to make his orgasm better, too. He’ll stay big…get it?” Dawn stared doubtfully at the small black ring on her finger. She just couldn’t see how it could work. What guy in his right mind would put one of those on? Especially if he had any size at all. “If you say so.” “Well…” sniffed Sam as she brought herself back under control. “How about one of these?” She pointed to a large paddle on the shelf. “Or this?” She grabbed the thin, dangerous-looking object, slapped it against her thigh and winced. “Could be fun.” Dawn’s eyes widened. “That’s…that’s a riding crop!” Peggy snickered. “There are definite benefits to a good spanking.” “You guys are out of your mind,” Dawn huffed. She stared at the sex toys in Sam’s hands and couldn’t help the thrill of curiosity that ran through her. Could she ever let someone do that to her? Would she have the nerve to do it to someone else? All of a sudden this little expedition took on a new flavor. Maybe her friends were right. Maybe she did need to liven up her life. Cripes…she hadn’t had sex in so long she’d almost forgotten how to do it. She took care of her basic needs sometimes in the shower or bath, but good old-fashioned, sweaty-up-thesheets sex? That, she could barely remember. Thinking about it now made her panties go damp. She chewed on her lip. The toys were great, but first she needed to find someone to play with. “May I help you?” Dawn gave a little shriek as the voice spoke from right behind her. For a moment, she thought God had answered her kinky prayer, but had gotten the sex of her partner wrong. She whirled around and stared at the woman who stood before her. She was as tall as Peggy, with jet black hair that spilled down to her waist in a waterfall of silky curls. Her face was like a cameo, perfectly shaped with a tiny nose and full lips. Her cat-shaped eyes were as green as an emerald, and they twinkled with suppressed merriment. When she walked forward they could hear the chiming of little bells she wore on her wrists and forehead. A colorful robe of silk clung to her shapely body. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Dawn pressed her hand to her heart. “That’s okay.” The woman smiled, and a single dimple appeared on her left cheek. “I am Aithne. One of the owners of this establishment.
Blessed be.” Dawn realized her mouth was hanging open and shut it with a snap. “Ummm… Hi.” Always the more vocal, Sam stepped up and offered her hand. “Hello. You have a wonderful place here. I’m Samantha. Call me Sam.” Peggy lifted a languid hand. “I’m Peggy.” Aithne looked intently at Dawn. “And you are?” Dawn’s throat closed up tight at the woman’s steady gaze. Sam broke the uncomfortable silence. “That’s Dawn. She usually can use more than one word in a sentence. Today is her birthday. We’re here to pick out gifts. She’s a little overwhelmed.” The dark woman smiled. “Happy birthday, Dawn. Have you found anything you like?” Dawn looked down at the cock ring on her finger and blushed deeply. She hid it behind her back. “Uhhh, we’re still looking.” Aithne glanced at the crop Sam still held. She lifted a dark eyebrow. “You are interested in spanking?” Sam giggled, and Dawn went even redder. “I…well—” “She’s a little new at all this,” Peggy drawled, her dark eyes dancing. “A virgin.” Dawn gasped. “I’m not a virgin!” She closed her eyes, wondering if you could die of embarrassment. “I mean…not in the… ummm…biblical sense.” Bells jingled as Aithne nodded. “I understand. Your friends wish to give you something new to play with. Something to enhance your love play with that special man?” “I don’t have anyone special,” she blurted out. Then she groaned. Why not just tell the world the closest she got to sex was a soapy washcloth. “What I’m saying is I’m not involved with anyone right now.” Aithne smiled and looked pleased. “Good,” she said mysteriously. “That will make it easier.” Dawn blinked at her. “I beg your pardon?” The cat-eyed woman ignored her question. “Allow me to present you with a birthday gift.” She turned and walked to the dancing curtain of scarves. “Come with me.” “Why?” Aithne smiled. “I will do a reading for you. Free of charge, for your birthday.” “A reading?” Dawn asked blankly. “You know,” Sam said impatiently. She grabbed Dawn by the elbow and dragged her forward. “Like palms or tarot cards, right?” Peggy followed behind, rolling her eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake. Do you really believe in all that?” “Yes,” Sam said firmly. “It’s how I knew I was going to be a writer. And I am. It came true.” “I’m not sure I believe,” Dawn admitted. Aithne shrugged. “You can take or reject what the cards have to tell you. I just read them for you. The truth is there, whether you choose to believe or not.” She pushed aside the curtain and gestured inside. “Enter as you will.” *** Upstairs, the man paced as he listened to the conversation through his partner. His need to go downstairs was so great he literally had to restrain himself from leaving his darkened room. It would not do to force the meeting too quickly. Especially when he wasn’t at full strength. Better he wait until later that night, when he could fully enjoy the woman’s—Dawn’s—company. He chuckled. How odd it was that he, a creature of the night, would be so taken by a woman whose very name could signal the end of his existence. *** “Sit down, Dawn.” Aithne pulled back a chair from the small round table. “I will get the cards.”
Dawn sat as requested and looked around her. It was dark yet alight with glowing candles nestled in corners of the room. They must go through a truckload of the things. Aithne hadn’t lit them when they entered. They looked as if they were always burning. More bright colored scarves draped the rest of the room, giving it the look of a gypsy tent. The table was covered by one as well. A faint smell of incense lingered in the air. “Now,” Aithne murmured as she sat across from Dawn. “Have you ever had your cards read before?” Dawn shook her head. “Nope. Never have.” The dark woman shuffled a deck of cards the color of old parchment. Her lips moved silently before she lifted emerald eyes to Dawn. “Do you have a specific question to ask?” She pondered that then shrugged. “Not really.” Aithne nodded. “All right.” She handed the deck of cards to Dawn. “Cut them for me.” Dawn froze the second she touched the cards. A shot of energy went through her whole body, and she gasped out loud. She shivered and hurriedly cut the deck. Suddenly, this seemed all too real. Aithne smiled again when she saw Dawn’s reaction. She didn’t say anything, but dealt the top four cards out in a diamond pattern. “The card at the top of the diamond represents your romantic life. The card below card one on the right point represents finances. The third card on the lower point of the diamond represents health and happiness. The fourth card, which is placed opposite card number two on the left diamond point represents career.” She gazed at Dawn. “Are you with me so far?” Dawn nodded. “All right. The first thing we do is look at the placement. If, when you look at the cards, they are all right-side-up, it means the cards are positive. If upside-down…” “They are negative?” “Correct.” Aithne inclined her head. “From what I can see so far, all the cards you were dealt are in the positive.” Dawn smiled nervously. “Yay for me.” “Now we go on to the specific cards you drew.” She reached down, and her hand hovered over the diamond before turning over the card that signified finances. Her eyebrows went up. “Excellent.” Dawn leaned closer. “What does it mean?” “It is the Sun card. When placed in the finance area of the diamond it means victory or accomplishment. I believe it is saying your financial situation will improve greatly. You will have great success in your money dealings.” “Does that mean she’ll get a deal on any toys she wants to buy?” Peggy muttered from behind her. Sam shushed her immediately. Tossing a glare over her shoulder, Dawn turned back to the fortune teller with a smile. “Go on.” Aithne turned over the card across from the finance card. She nodded. “It is as I expected. What do you do for a living?” “I’m an artist.” “This card,” she tapped it with a long fingernail, “is the Three of Pentacles. It means you will receive a reward for your skills or abilities. You will gain approval and success through your artistic efforts.” She smiled at Dawn. “I think your career as an artist is about to take off. You will receive notoriety and fame for your work.” Sam squealed behind her. “Cool beans!” Dawn smiled inwardly. It would be very cool beans if that were to happen. She knew she was good, she just hadn ’t been discovered yet. “Now this next card is responsible for your health and happiness.” Aithne flicked it over quickly, making a surprised movement before holding herself very still. “What is it?” Dawn had seen the sudden motion of her hostess. “It is the Queen of Swords. In this placing, it means you will be making a decision in the near future. It will directly affect your health and your happiness.” She cast a quick glance up at the ceiling. “It will be one of the most important decisions of your life.” Dawn’s mouth was dry. It took her two tries before she could speak. “Ummm…really? Wow!” She glanced back at her friends.
Peggy was yawning, but Sam gave her a big thumbs-up. She turned back to Aithne. “So just one card left, huh?” “Yes…I believe it is the most important part of the pattern. It represents your romantic life.” Peggy snorted again. “If this is in any way the real thing, her card will be blank.” “Shut up, Peggy!” Dawn gritted out. She was suddenly very interested in what the next card would hold. “Ignore her, Aithne. Please…go on.” Aithne nodded. It seemed as though everyone in the room held their breath while the next card was turned over. Bells tinkled as the dark-haired woman shook her head slowly in wonder. “What is it?” Sam inched forward to stare at the card. “It is…The Lovers.”
Chapter Two
Dawn realized she was shaking. “What does it mean?” The woman’s eyes met her own. “To have it placed at the top of the diamond is a very powerful sign. When this card turns up in the area of romance, it means you will find love. But not just any love.” She reached out and grasped Dawn’s hand. “You will find the love of your life. Your destiny. You will meet your soulmate. Someone you will be with forever.” “Oh, wow,” Sam breathed out. “How cool is that?” “My soulmate?” Dawn squeaked. “How can that be? I don’t know anyone who might fit that description.” “Maybe you should try getting out of the house on a date.” Peggy let out a rude snicker. “Or you can head down to The Inferno. It’s a great meat market on Thursday nights.” “Peggy!” Sam snarled at her friend. “This is important. I read about soulmates when I researched my last fantasy book. Dawn is going to find her other half, her twin-flame.” “Twin-flame?” Dawn was totally lost. This was not the birthday present she’d expected. “It is a legend,” Aithne said quietly. Her voice was a little shaky, and Dawn realized the reading had shaken the beautiful woman, too. “There is usually only one twin-flame soulmate for each of us. There is incredible chemistry and attraction. They ‘complete’ each other, and only a few lucky people are ever able to find their twin-flame.” “Wow!” Dawn said a second time. “And you think I’m one of them?” Aithne looked again at the ceiling. “I do. And I think it will happen very quickly.” Her hand shot out and grasped Dawn’s. “You must be prepared. You may have only one chance at it. You must not throw this love away.” Dawn blinked at the woman’s passion. Aithne really believed what she was saying. “I-I’ll try. I promise.” “Maybe it’s time to go,” Peggy said uneasily. “I’m sorry.” Aithne smiled wearily. “It was a very powerful revelation. Never have I had one so strong before.” Dawn stood, surprised at how shaky her legs were. “Thank you for the reading. Are you sure I can’t—” Aithne held up her hand. “No, this is my gift to you.” She came around the table and took her by the shoulders, planting a gentle kiss on each of her cheeks. “Blessed be, little sister.” “Ummm…yeah…to you, too.” Dawn pulled gently away and followed her friends from the back room. Sam went immediately to the sex toys and grabbed a few things off the shelf, hiding them from Dawn. “Go outside, I don’t want you to see what I get.” “Okay.” She turned to go, but was stopped when Aithne hailed her. The fortune teller seemed to have recovered from the effects of her impassioned speech.
“I almost forgot,” she said. “The reading put it right out of my mind.” Aithne smiled at the three friends. “My…business partner and I are having a party tonight. He is most interested in new artists. We would love for the three of you to attend.” “Really?” Dawn wondered if her mouth was hanging open again. “Yes, please.” Aithne gestured around the shop. “It will be held here. Come any time after dark.” Peggy frowned. “I don’t know. We had something else—” “We’ll be here with bells on,” Sam interrupted. “Maybe Dawn can find a patron, and the cards will be right again.” *** Aithne watched out the window as the three friends walked down the street towards their car. She rubbed her aching forehead. The visions had never been so strong. She stared at Dawn who was laughing at Sam as the shorter woman wrapped a feather boa around her neck. If she was right, it wouldn’t only be the artist’s life that was about to change. “Will she come?” She smiled when she heard the desperation in his voice. “Are you so hungry, then?” The man stood in the doorway to the back room. The scarves fluttered around his tall form like maddened butterflies. “For one such as her, I am starving.” Aithne walked back towards him. “You heard the reading?” He nodded. “I did. And I longed to take her at that very moment.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. “Everything will change if she is the one.” He hugged her to him, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “I will always love you, Aithne. But I need her.” She sighed. “I know.” A single tear slowly crept down her soft cheek. “I know.” *** “You are out of your freakin’ mind!” Sam sighed and blew out a frustrated breath. “For God’s sake, Dawn. It’s a damn party!” “If we are going to go to this shindig, you can’t dress like a fuckin’ librarian,” Peggy put in. “I can’t wear this, either.” “And why not?” Sam asked, putting her hands on her hips. “What’s wrong with it?” Dawn struggled to find the words as she stared at herself in the mirror. “I look like a…a…” “High class call girl?” She glared at Peggy who smirked right back at her. “Something like that.” “You look great! Stop thinking so mundanely. You need to knock their socks off. How else are you going to find your soulmate?” Sam stepped back and admired her work. Dawn groaned. Sam was more excited about the prophecy than she was. She stared in the mirror at herself, feeling like a kid dressed up in her mommy’s clothes. Turning slowly, she tried to see herself as others did. She was of medium height, about five-foot-six, and while she didn’t have Sam’s lush curves, she wasn’t thin like Peggy. Her breasts were on the smallish side, but she had long, pretty legs, and her hips and butt were nicely shaped. Peering at her face, she frowned. No amount of makeup would cover up the myriad of freckles sprinkled across her nose. The curse of a true redhead, Dawn couldn’t even claim the auburn tresses and green eyes some had. She was stuck with boring hazel eyes and carroty red hair. What she didn’t see was the fine, smooth skin that was another redhead trademark. Or the high cheekbones and full pouty lips. She didn’t see that her eyes sparkled with curiosity and life. She didn’t know her friends adored her because of her sense of humor, her joy in everything around her and her deep loyalty for those she loved. Wrinkling her nose, she stared at the outfit Sam had stuffed her into. Three-inch, fuck-me black stiletto heels and thigh-high black stockings made her legs look ten miles long. Especially in the short, black leather miniskirt. She sighed and turned away from the
mirror to stare over her shoulder. There was no back to the silk crumb-catcher blouse she had on. It dipped so low she could see the soft curve of her rear. Its amber color brought out the rainbow hues of her eyes, but she ignored that. All she knew was she felt mighty uncomfortable in this outfit, and she wanted to take it off. “This is sooo not me!” she grumbled. “Oh, Christ,” Peggy muttered. “It should be you. You look so fuckin’ hot the guys will be all over you.” Dawn’s mouth dropped open. She glanced at herself in the mirror again. “I do? I don’t look like a tart?” “Of course you look like a tart,” Peggy responded. She stood and smoothed down her habitual black dress. “It’s why you look hot.” “Oh, dear God,” Dawn groaned out. Sam giggled. “But you look like such a cute tart.” Dawn gritted her teeth. “I don’t think this is funny.” “Give it up, girlfriend.” Sam laughed out loud. She twirled around in her silver-blue cocktail gown. “Let’s go to the party!” *** “There are a lot of people here,” Sam whispered to the others as they huddled in the corner of Don’t Spank the Vamp. “I didn’t know this place would be so popular.” Dawn sipped at her mai tai. “I don’t think any of these people are art patrons.” Peggy laughed and chewed on the olive in her martini. “You never know. That guy over there by the dildos could own one of the top galleries in town.” They all stared at the chubby little man who was surreptitiously fondling the flesh colored vibrators. Then their eyes met, and they all burst into laughter. “I don’t think so,” Dawn giggled out. “We might as well get out of here.” Peggy tossed back the rest of her drink. “There is nothing going on in this place.” Sam stomped her tiny foot. “But I was so sure something good would happen tonight for Dawn.” “Its okay, Sam.” Dawn smiled at her friend. “It was fun getting my fortune told. Maybe you can put it in a book some…” Her voice trailed off into nothingness, and her eyes widened. “What’s wrong?” Peggy questioned. She looked in the direction her friend was staring. “Oh…my…God,” breathed Sam. Coming into the room was one of the most gorgeous men Dawn had ever seen. He was so tall his head almost brushed the top of the doorjamb. Raven black hair curled down to his broad shoulders. He wasn’t built too big—more lean than brawny, but muscles rippled in his chest and forearms. His face was dark and sensual-looking with carved cheekbones and firm, masculine lips. He was dressed in a black suit and high-collared black silk shirt, and when he turned to greet Aithne, his tight butt pressed against his snug trousers. Dawn’s fingers itched to craft that form into clay. She groaned in disappointment when he bent and kissed their hostess gently on the mouth. His arm went around her as he held her in an intimate embrace. Peggy swore. “It’s just not fair! The best-looking guy in the whole damn place, and he’s taken.” Dawn trembled in her high-heeled shoes. There was something about the man that made her whole body heat up like a summer bonfire. He seemed familiar to her in some way, and just the sight of him made it hard for her to breathe. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she watched him rub his hand up and down the fortune teller’s arm. God, she’d give anything to have those hands on her. She wanted to wriggle as her panties dampened. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be dripping down her legs next. She bit her lip. She needed to get out of here fast. Before she did something really stupid like go take a bite out of Aithne ’s boyfriend. She turned to her friends. “Let’s go.” Sam tore her eyes away from the eye-candy across the room. “Are you sure? This is just getting interesting.” “Positive,” Dawn said firmly.
“Don’t look now,” Peggy hissed. “But he’s heading this way.” Dawn jerked back around, staring as the man left Aithne and walked towards them. She barely had time to register his eyes were the color of new grass, when he was upon them. He wondered if she could sense his need for her. His eyes moved over her, taking in the barely-there clothes and take-me-now shoes. She wasn’t what he expected. Listening to her conversation earlier in the day, he thought she would be more…ordinary. Not this exquisite woman in front of him. She wasn’t traditionally beautiful, but she reminded him of a sexy red-headed elf. From the second he’d seen her across the room, emotions he thought long dead had overwhelmed him. He’d fought to keep himself from grabbing her and heading straight upstairs. Just being in her presence had him harder than he’d ever been before. He ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure they hadn’t lengthened. No need to scare her off—he had plans for her this night. Keeping his eyes on her, he stretched out his hand to the shorter woman in the pale, blue dress. “You must be Samantha,” he drawled, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand. And you are Peggy?” He repeated the gesture, and the thin woman giggled like a schoolgirl. “It’s nice to meet you,” they chorused. Then the two of them glared at each other. He swallowed his laughter as he turned slowly to the object of his desire. “And you are the birthday girl.” He smiled at her, allowing his eyes to drift down her body. He was charmed by the slight blush that touched her cheeks. “‘My night has become a sunny dawn because of you’,” he quoted. “Thank you,” she whispered. Her multi-hued eyes met his. “Did someone famous say that?” Lifting her hand to his lips, he turned it so his lips met her palm. He allowed his tongue to tickle it slightly, and her blush deepened. “A very wise man by the name of Ibn Abbad.” “Is…that you?” He laughed. “Forgive me. No. My name is Aidan. I am Aithne’s business partner and—” his eyes twinkled, “—her brother.” Dawn gasped. “Brother?” Peggy laughed aloud. “Hot damn.” Sam elbowed Dawn in the ribs. “Did you hear that, honey? Her brother.” She ignored Dawn’s glare. “It is very nice to meet you, Aidan.” Aidan smiled wider. “I’m glad my sister invited you all. Are you having a good time?” Peggy snorted and jerked her head towards the sex toys. “Not as good as Mr. Horny over there.” His brows furrowed as he glanced over at the shelves. Then his laugh rolled out as he saw the small man stroking a pale blue cock. “That’s just Daniel. He’s harmless.” He smiled again at Peggy. “But he is a very good customer.” “I’ll bet,” said the brunette. Aidan hadn’t yet released Dawn’s hand. When she surreptitiously tried to tug it away, he just smiled and held on tighter. He wasn’t about to let her go now that he had her. Besides, she was staring at him with the oddest look on her face. “Is there something wrong?” “I would love to get my hands on you,” she muttered. His pulse spiked at her words. His cock, already stiff just from being near her, gave a hard throb in reaction. “I beg your pardon?” Dawn went bright red. She groaned when she realized she’d spoken her thoughts out loud. She’d been distracted, recognizing the reason he’d seemed familiar was she had seen him before…in Aithne. So much for her artist’s eyes. “Uhhh…” Sam giggled. “She wants to use you.” “Sam!” Aidan looked back and forth between them. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Sighing, Dawn knew she’d have to explain. “Your sister told you I was an artist?” At his nod, she went on. “I’m a sculptor. Sometimes it’s easier to sculpt if you’ve been hands-on with the subject. To get a feel for what you want the work to look like.” She looked even more embarrassed. “But sometimes I get so caught up in the process of figuring things out, planning what I’m going to do, I just speak without thinking.” A sexy smile curved his lips, and he raised her hand to his lips again. “I’ll bet you have wonderful hands. You are more than
welcome to use them on me any time you wish.” Dawn’s mouth dropped open, and she couldn’t even respond. Had this gorgeous man just tried to hit on her? Apparently her friends thought so, because they faded away into the crowd, leaving her and Aidan alone. “I hear you had a reading today.” Dawn swallowed, hoping she could talk. All her nerves were dancing at his touch. “Ummm…yes. Your sister read tarot cards for me.” “And did she tell you things that pleased you?” “It was a good reading. Somewhat confusing.” Aidan lifted a dark brow. “Confusing? How so?” She blushed. “Oh, she just said some things that were impossible right now. That’s all.” “Anything is possible if you want it enough.” He finally dropped her hand, leaving her bereft of his touch. “Life is full of possibilities.” Dawn grinned. “Well, I must say I hope her prediction about my art comes true. I could use a little help there.” “I would like to see your work. Will you show it to me?” She blinked, surprised. “I guess. If you want to see it.” “I am interested in you, beautiful Dawn. Everything about you.” Staring at him, she wondered if she was dreaming. She’d never had a man like this interested in her. Ever. Yet everything about him drew her. It didn’t make sense. She didn’t act like this. Dawn wasn’t the type of woman who believed in lust at first sight. But this man made her panties wet and her breasts throb. She wanted to get to know him better, but there was a part of her that screamed she knew him already. This feeling confused the hell out of her. He smiled as if recognizing her uncertainty. “Are you all right? Dawn shook her head and changed the subject. “You said you were Aithne’s business partner?” Blinking at the obvious switch in conversation, his grin widened. “Yes. We both own Don’t Spank the Vamp together.” Dawn frowned. “It’s an unusual name. What does it mean?” Aidan grinned, and his emerald eyes darkened. “Just what it says.” He reached out and caressed her cheek. “Someday, I will explain further.” The touch of his hand on her made her knees go weak. She felt all melty inside and wavered between desire and fear. What was happening to her? “Dance with me.” She blinked and noticed music had started in the background. Several couples were already circling slowly in the center of the floor. “Please,” he murmured. “I want to hold you in my arms.” Unable to resist his plea or the emotion leaping inside of her at his words, she nodded mutely. Aidan’s eyes flared with heat, and he took her hand, leading her out to where the other dancers were. Once there, he pulled her swiftly into his arms, molding his hard form against hers. Dawn couldn’t move…couldn’t breathe. If she’d been unsure before, she wasn’t any longer. Aidan was so close to her she felt every line of his body. Especially, the hard length of a truly impressive erection pressed against her stomach. She gulped as the full truth hit her square between the eyes. He wanted her. Now the question was…what was she going to do about it?
Chapter Three
Peggy and Sam watched the couple as they circled slowly, their eyes on each other. They acted as if they were the only two people in the room. “I think she’s found him,” Sam whispered dreamily. Her friend shrugged. “He seems a little worldly for our little Dawn.” “I think Dawn needs someone worldly. She’s such an innocent, she can use the protection.” Peggy snorted. “Who will protect her from him?” Sam shook her head firmly. “He won’t hurt her. Couldn’t you see how he looked at her? He never took his eyes away.” She sighed. “He must be her twin-flame. How marvelous is that.” The dark-haired woman still didn’t look convinced. “Things are moving kinda fast, don’t you think?” Sam moved her naked shoulders in a Gallic shrug. “Aithne said it would happen quickly. And that Dawn shouldn’t throw the chance away. What if this is it? What if Aidan is her soulmate?” *** Dawn couldn’t help but wonder the same thing as she moved with Aidan on the dance floor. What if these feelings racing through her were because she had found her twin-flame? Had she found the man Aithne had been talking about? Or was this just a coincidence? Biting her lip, she daringly ran her fingers up Aidan’s strong back. He felt so good under her hands. Closing her eyes, she imagined she was working the clay. Molding it into the strong muscles and sinew, just like what was under Aidan’s skin. She wished she was brave enough to run her hands down over his tight butt or around to the front where she could trace the lines of his chest and abdomen. She sighed. He would be a beautiful subject. Of that she was sure. “Like what you feel?” Aidan’s growling voice jerked her to awareness. She realized both her hands had left his back and were now cupping his hard ass. Her face heated, and she pulled them away like she was burned. “I-I-” He chuckled and leaned down into her reddened face. “Don’t move them on my account.” He slowly dropped his own hands so they traced down her naked spine and settled low on her hips. Bending forward, he whispered into her ear. “I was enjoying it.” The space between Dawn’s legs was abruptly drenched with dew. Her body trembled with the need to be closer to him. Suddenly, she didn’t care she’d just met this man. They were connected in a way she didn’t understand, and she had no intention of fighting her emotions. Gone was the careful, boring Dawn. In her place was a woman who chose to believe in possibilities. She wanted this man, and he wanted her. And she knew exactly how to get him. Standing on her tiptoes, she put her lips to Aidan’s ear. “Will you model for me?” Aidan went still for several long seconds as he processed her request. Could she mean what he hoped she meant? Would it be that easy? He knew he needed her more than he’d ever needed a woman before. But until that moment, he hadn’t truly believed his sister’s prophecy. But he and Dawn were already linked in a way he couldn’t explain. As soon as he’d seen her, his mouth had gone dry and everything in him had known. Dawn was the one. Not just to have sex with or to feed on for one night. This woman would stay with him forever, keeping him fed and sexually satiated. And if he was very, very lucky… She would love him, too. He didn’t give her time to change her mind. Bending, he touched his lips briefly to her forehead in a soft, gentle kiss that promised her much more. Then he took her by the hand and led her through the scarves into the back room. There he saw Aithne, whose eyes darkened when she saw who was with him. Then, she smiled sadly and nodded her head. Aidan wanted to go to his sister and hold her close, but he couldn’t without telling Dawn what was happening. And it was too
early in their relationship for that. The bond between his sister and himself was not something easily explained. “Aidan?” Turning, he met Dawn’s questioning gaze. “Just saying good night, love.” He smiled and touched her cheek, then led her up the stairs. He and Aithne had separate apartments over the store. Each was identical, with a living room, kitchen area, dining nook and a bedroom. Other than the decorations, which in Aidan’s were darkly masculine, the only difference was the fact there were no windows where he lived. He hoped Dawn wouldn’t notice that little fact. But he’d forgotten she was an artist and had an artist’s eyes for detail. The first words out of her mouth were, “Why aren’t there any windows?” He groaned, but he had a good cover story. “I have a…a sensitivity to light, so I had them boarded up.” “Oh.” She flushed rosily. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” She laughed. “I know. I just can’t imagine not being able to see the light. Without natural light my sculptures wouldn’t look the same.” Aidan’s heart fell. She was a child of the day. An artist who needed the light. How would she ever be able to love a creature of the night? “Does you bringing me up here mean you are going to model for me?” He grinned and deliberately shook off the worry. “It does indeed.” He made himself go very still. “What do I do first?” Dawn smiled as she looked at the handsome man in front of her. Her nerves were dancing, but for the first time in her life, she knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be. For the next few hours at least, this man was all hers. She reached up and pushed his dinner jacket off his shoulders. “I think we can lose this.” “Whatever you want, love,” he murmured. “Should I take off the shirt?” Dawn shook her head. “No, not yet.” She lifted sultry eyes to his. “Do you know how the blind read?” He frowned a little before his face cleared, and his eyes darkened. “They use their fingers and feel the little bumps on the page.” “Yes. And artists do much the same thing.” She lifted her hands and slowly unbuttoned the black silk shirt. “I need to experience what it is I’m going to sculpt. That way I can imprint on my fingers what you feel like. Then I can craft that into whatever medium I choose.” When the shirt was unbuttoned, she stepped closer and smoothed her hands across his naked chest. Dawn was right in thinking he was more lean than brawny, but he still had an impressive set of pectoral muscles. And his abdomen was nicely carved with a set of ridges she couldn’t wait to run her fingers over. She pushed the shirt completely out of the way so she could have free access to the flesh in front of her. Cocking her head, she closed her eyes and gently ran her fingers up Aidan’s shoulders and along the ridge of his collarbones. Tracing her way down his strong chest, she found the small masculine nipples that stabbed at her palms as she smoothed her hands over him. Carefully, she stored away in her memory every bump…every line. Her nerves hummed in reaction as her whole body heated in an instant. She could smell the clean, masculine aroma of him, and when he shuddered under her hands, she knew she wasn’t the only one affected by what she was doing. When she touched his nipples, he groaned, vibrating beneath her fingers. She slowed for a moment but then continued on, her hands moving over him with unconscious surety as she cataloged his body with her senses. Then she eased around behind him and pulled the shirt from his arms, coming to a complete halt when she saw what was on his back. It was a tattoo. Rising from just below his shoulder blades, the multi-colored picture of a glorious sunrise peeked out over a majestic range of mountains to splay out over his broad back. Bright rays of orange and yellow streaked through creamy clouds that billowed beyond the peaks. She smoothed her fingers over the beautifully etched sunshine. “It’s gorgeous.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Thank you.” Staring at him curiously, Dawn ran her finger along the mountaintops. “Why a sunrise?” His eyes went even darker. “To remind me of what I can no longer see.”
Dawn stopped her movements. “You can’t even see the sun?” Aidan shook his head. “I haven’t seen a sunrise or sunset since I was…diagnosed.” Her heart ached for him. To never be able to see the sun? To feel the warmth on your face? Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pressed a kiss to the colorful picture. “So you put the tattoo on your back? Another place you can’t see?” “Yes. But like the sunrise, I will always know it is there.” Sighing at the pain in his voice, Dawn smoothed her hands up over the tattoo, to his strong shoulders and down over his arms. She finished by running her fingers over each of his hands, tracing each digit gently as he shivered again. “You are truly beautiful,” she whispered as she came around in front of him. “I can’t wait to begin work on you.” She ran a finger down his naked chest, following the thin line of hair to his bellybutton. “I think I’ll do you in wood. You are much too hard of a man to do in clay.” Aidan had to agree. She’d made him as hard as a tree trunk. He was fast losing control. Nothing in his long life had prepared him for the erotic touch this woman was treating him to. His cock, already hard, stiffened even more in response. If she kept this up, he'd take her right here, on the living room floor. “Do you always do this to your subjects?” he asked in a hoarse voice. Dawn’s hands stilled, and she raised thoughtful eyes to his. “Actually, no,” she answered softly. “But then I’ve never wanted to touch anyone like this.” He lifted his hands and covered hers where they rested on his chest. His green eyes glowed. “I’m glad,” he said simply. Then, pressing kisses to each of her palms, he gave her another one of those sexy smiles. “So…are you going to do a head and torso or a whole body sculpture?” She blushed. Freeing her hands from his, she ran them down his chest to rest at his belt. “That’s up to you.” His smile widened. Again, he covered her hands with his own, this time dragging them down to where his full erection tented out his trousers. “Then I choose the whole body.” He heard her soft, surprised exclamation, but she bravely wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed. Aidan’s breath left him in a loud hiss. His eyes flared a hot green as the need in his body spiraled higher. With a loud groan he swept her up and carried her into his bedroom. He set her, none too gently, on his large bed. “Tell me you want this,” he growled as he bent over her. She lifted her arms to him. “I want this. I want you.” Aidan went very still as he fought to keep command of himself. Her surrender fanned his desire till he burned red hot. Thinking of all the things he’d planned to do to her, he knew immediately it was not to be. He wouldn’t last that long. Instead, he kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his boxer briefs before climbing onto the bed and taking her into his embrace. “You won’t be sorry, love,” he whispered. “I will take good care of you.” And for the first time, he bent and kissed her. His lips moved over hers in a sensuous caress that shocked him with its intensity. It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning. Any thought he’d had of taking it slow disappeared in a ball of white heat. He groaned and slanted his mouth over hers in a hungry, deep kiss that fused them together. Greedily, he drank of her mouth, wanting to be closer to her than he was already. He tugged her shoes from her feet before he made short work of her blouse and tight-fitting skirt. Before long, she lay before him, naked except for the sheer thigh-high stockings. Dawn swallowed hard at the look of naked passion on his face, knowing she’d never been wanted so fiercely before. She had the fleeting notion she should be frightened, but instead the thought of being needed so much thrilled her. Sensations she’d never felt before bombarded her. He moved so fast, touching her, kissing her, bringing her to a peak of excitement she’d only dreamed about. There was no slow seduction. No playing or testing of the waters. The heat between them needed none. They wanted each other, hard, fast and now. When his mouth enveloped one of her breasts, she cried out and arched against him. He suckled her, making her writhe beneath him in an agony of desire. His hand ran down her side until he teased the curls between her legs. Slipping a finger between her damp folds, he tested her readiness for him, and his rough skin against her sensitive clit made her moan. He shuddered above her, lifting his head so he could look directly at her. He was panting heavily, and his eyes were like twin emeralds. His finger caressed her, and she clamped her legs together around his wrist, her hips twisting against him of their own
volition. “I can’t wait any longer,” he gasped suddenly. “I’m sorry. I need you too much.” With one hand he stripped off his boxers before fitting himself between her thighs. Dawn had no intention of stopping him. She ached to know him intimately, to feel his cock move within her. She spread her legs apart as he came down between them and gave a little moan as the hot head of his penis pressed against her. “Aidan,” she gasped as he slid inside. He was even bigger than she thought, and it had been a long time for her, so the pleasure was tinged with pain. He stretched her unmercifully as he eased himself into her warmth. “It’s all right, love,” he murmured, kissing her gently. “Relax. It will be fine. Just relax.” He shifted his hips and slid in deeper. She wriggled under him, uncomfortable, yet not wanting him to pull out. Instead, she lifted her silk -covered legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him closer. They both gasped as he was driven completely inside her, the tip of his penis touching her womb. “Are you all right?” he asked roughly. He pushed back the strands of fiery hair that had come loose from the intricate French braid she wore. “Love, are you all right?” Dawn couldn’t speak, so she just nodded. He didn’t stir, as if allowing her to get used to his size. Only when she’d finally relaxed did he begin to move. Her head swam with passion as his body thrust against hers. This wasn’t lovemaking, but a lusty mating between two people whose need for each other had overwhelmed them. Dawn gloried in the feeling of him inside her. She loved it. Sensation after sensation shot through her like fiery darts. Her toes tingled, and colors danced behind her eyelids. He moved faster and faster, his balls slapping against her butt. She gasped out his name when he swelled even bigger inside her. At the same time, he reached down between their bodies and his fingers encircled her clit, rubbing together in time with the movements of his body. Aidan was in a firestorm of passion. He knew if he didn’t slow down, he would hurt her, so he buried his face against her soft throat and took deep breaths to control himself. Groaning aloud, he realized what a mistake that was. He scented her sweet blood as it raced through her veins, and his mouth watered with a hunger of another kind. He fought it, knowing that to drink from her too soon might end any chance they would have of a future together. He wanted to wait until she knew him better. Until she was more comfortable. Then he could explain what she would be to him. Growling low in his throat, his lust flared hotter as his hunger for blood was denied and channeled into a growing need to imprint himself sexually on the woman beneath him. He had just enough command of himself to make sure she was with him with every stroke. Suddenly, Dawn cried out as the movements of her body showed her getting close to coming. A few moments later, she screamed and exploded as her orgasm surged through her. She clutched him to her and shivered, moaning out his name. Aidan tried to control himself, but he couldn’t help crying out too when her quim clamped down on his cock. She convulsed around him, drawing him even deeper into passion. The fire in his blood took over, and he pounded against her, driving his cock deeper inside her before he, too, erupted in climax. He shuddered over her, pouring his seed deep within her clinging, silken heat. When he was done, he collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. Neither of them was aware of how much time had past when Aidan finally lifted himself and carefully disengaged their bodies. He rolled over on his side, pulling her limp form against him. He smoothed the hair out of her face before leaning over and kissing her gently. “Are you all right?” Dawn blinked up at him then a satisfied smile lit her face. “I’m more than all right. I’m fantastic.” Aidan grinned. “I would have to agree with you there.” She blushed prettily. “What I meant was…you made me feel fantastic.” His eyes were calmer, but they still carried a bit of fire in them. “It was pretty overwhelming.” “I don’t usually sleep with a guy when I’ve known him for—” she glanced at a clock, “—less than two hours.” He kissed her again. “Don’t you think I know that? For a moment there, I thought you were a virgin.” Dawn frowned. “Just because I have more experience with my washcloth than a real guy doesn’t mean I’m a virgin.”
Aidan raised a dark eyebrow. “Washcloth?” She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, speaking aloud again. Never mind.” He let it go, knowing he could pluck it from her thoughts later if he needed to. Instead, he traced her lips with his index finger. “I knew from the moment I saw you we would be good together.” “You did?” “Oh, yes. I took one look at you and knew I’d do everything in my power to make sure you wound up in this bed with me.” Dawn grinned, thinking of how quickly she’d fallen. But she wasn’t a bit embarrassed. “It didn’t take much, did it? I made it pretty easy for you.” He shook his head. “You felt the same way I did, and because of that, we made it easy on each other.” His eyes darkened. “Though the Braille you did on my body earlier made it difficult for me to think at all.” She giggled and traced her finger across the ridges of muscle on his abdomen. “You are definitely a fun subject to work on.” “I did enjoy it.” Suddenly, Dawn gasped and tried to sit up. “Oh, my God! I forgot about Sam and Peggy.” “Hush, love.” He pulled her back into his arms. “I’m sure Aithne told them you were with me. They won’t be worried about you.” She relaxed a little but still worried her lip. “Maybe I should let them know I’m okay. I should get dressed and—” “You aren’t going anywhere,” Aidan growled. He rolled her over on her back so he was on top of her again. “I’m not done with you yet.” “You aren’t?” The thought made her smile. Her quim throbbed once in sudden need. Then she gasped when his cock twitched against her thigh. “I didn’t get to do half of what I wanted to do,” he complained as he nibbled on her chin. “I was too hot for you. I want to try again, and this time I plan on doing it right.” “Well, I don’t think you did it wrong before,” Dawn said laughingly. “But far be it for me to stop you if you want to improve on a good thing.” He chuckled. “This time I want to make you scream.” She raised an eyebrow. “You did that last time.” His eyes smoldered. “But this time I’m going to do things to you no one has done before.” Dawn’s mouth went dry. “Like what? Aidan bent and nibbled at her mouth. “I own some of the best sex toys on the market. And I am going to show you exactly how much fun it is to play with them.”
Chapter Four
“Sex toys?” Dawn squeaked. She teetered between shock and excitement at the thought. “Yes, love.” He nibbled up her chin to her already kiss-swollen mouth. “I have much to show you.” She thrilled to his words. She still couldn’t believe she was the one lying here with this gorgeous, sexy man. It was like a dream come true. “Why do you find it so hard to believe I would want you?” Blinking in shock, she stared up at him. Had he read her mind? “No, love,” he chuckled as if he heard her. “I don’t need to read your mind. You do have the unfortunate tendency to say what you think.” She went red. “I-I…” She blew out a frustrated breath. “It’s just someone like you would usually be out of my league. You
wouldn’t even see me.” Aidan laughed and made a trail of wet kisses down her throat. “Do not compare me to the other men you have known. They are all blind idiots.” He kissed the smattering of freckles that dotted one of her shoulders. “You are beautiful and sexy and smart.” He moved over to the second shoulder. “You are exciting, yet have this innocence about you that is very arousing. I would be a fool not to want you.” He moved back up and nibbled on the curve of her lip. “I may be many things, beautiful Dawn, but I am no fool.” Moaning, she gave herself over to his ministrations. She didn’t care anymore why he’d chosen her. She was just thankful he had. Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him for all she was worth. Their tongues danced together, tasting and touching. They hadn’t had the chance to really kiss before. Everything had been too intense for any slow lovemaking. His kisses were the hottest she’d ever experienced. Now, as he took his time with her, he touched every corner of her mouth, teasing her by stroking nerve endings she didn’t even know she had. Moaning, she sucked on his tongue, feeling his whole body tighten in response. He growled, low in his throat, and his kisses became fiercer and hungrier. Suddenly, he tore his mouth away from hers. “No, no,” he muttered. He lifted himself off her prone body. “If we continue like this, it will be over all too soon again. You will not make me lose control.” Dawn smiled and traced a finger down his hard chest. “And the downside to that is?” He chuckled. “I have plans for you, remember?” Levering himself off the bed, he walked naked across the room to the dresser where he rummaged in one of the top drawers. Sitting up, she admired him. She really couldn’t wait to get her hands dirty. Sculpting in clay was how she always started the process of creation, and recreating Aidan would be no hardship. He had the body of a god, and her hands itched to craft it into a piece of wood. She would have to find the perfect piece, one that already had a long, sleek look to it. Then she would start by carving out the hard lines of his body. She would have to dig deep there. Shallower here. And his butt wouldn’t be—oh yeah—she really couldn’t wait. He turned back towards her, grinning widely. “I must admit. In the past it would have angered me to have a woman dissect my body the way you do.” He walked to the bed, a handful of ties in one hand. “But when you do it, I find it very arousing…as you can see.” He reached down and slowly caressed his cock, which stood tall and proud, jutting out from a nest of dark curls. Dawn’s mouth watered. She realized by his words she’d spoken aloud again, but it was hard to think when she looked at him. Then her attention switched to what he held in his free hand. She swallowed. “What are those for?” He gave her a sexy smile and climbed onto the bed. “Lesson one.” He pushed her onto her back and kissed her lightly. “Do you trust me, Dawn?” She began to tremble. “I think so.” She searched his dark face. “I want to.” “That is a good beginning,” he said quietly. He took one of her wrists and tied a colorful tie to it. Then, keeping his eyes on hers, he carefully attached her wrist to one of the bedposts. Dawn’s heart pounded in a mixture of dread and excitement. She’d never done anything like this before. She wasn’t sure how to respond. But she did know her quim was throbbing, and the thought of being tied up wasn’t nearly as frightening as she thought it would be. “Obviously, this is something new to you, so let me tell you how it works.” Aidan spoke softly as he affixed her other wrist to the post by the headboard. “After I tie you up, I am going to do things to you that will make you scream with pleasure. I will not hurt you, but some of the things will be different, and at first, some may even be frightening to you.” He continued to watch her as he moved down the bed and gently spread her legs apart. Wrapping a tie around one ankle, he secured it to the post at the foot of the bed. “But you will always be the one in control, even tied up. I want you to choose a safe word. If you use it, I promise I will stop whatever I am doing to you.” Dawn’s nerves were jumping, but the very care he was taking gave her the security she needed. She thought quickly. Could she do this? Aidan fastened the last knot and then leaned back on his heels. “Give me your safe word, Dawn…if you want to continue.”
The look of desire in his eyes decided her. “Palette,” she whispered. She trembled with the enormity of her actions. “My safe word is palette.” He smiled. “Perfect. If at any time you want to end what we are doing, just say the word. But understand, once you do, everything will stop.” “Everything?” Aidan chuckled. “I will release you from your bonds, and we can continue, if you wish, with a more accepted form of lovemaking.” Dawn gave her hands an experimental tug. She couldn’t move. “I thought you said we were going to use some of your toys. I didn’t see these downstairs.” Surprisingly, the big man’s cheeks reddened. “Ahhh…it has been a long time for me. And you are the first woman I have wanted to play with in a very long time.” He bent and dropped a kiss on her flat stomach. “I don’t usually keep handcuffs up here, so I had to improvise.” She giggled at his embarrassment. It was endearing. “So you don’t have any toys, huh?” she teased. “All smoke and no fire?” His eyes darkened. “I didn’t say I don’t have toys. Just not handcuffs. I always keep a selection up here to show to buyers. I won’t disappoint you. That…I can easily promise.” She wriggled in nervous excitement. “Then get on with it.” Aidan laughed. “So curious. All right, love. We will start with this.” Leaning over, he took the last tie and lightly placed it over her eyes. Dawn’s mouth went dry. He was going to blindfold her too? Her heart pounded faster at the thought. She said nothing as he tied the silk securely over her eyes. “Too tight?” She shook her head. She didn’t know if she could speak. She felt him leave the bed, and she could hear a rustling sound. Then the bed sagged again, and she held her breath, waiting. What would he do to her? It seemed like forever before she felt a gentle touch on her chest. It was fleeting at first, but it made her whole body tighten in reaction. Then she felt it again, a longer, more erotic touch as it circled her nipples and traced across her soft curves. She moaned and arched her body upward. The touch was so soft, so erotically sexy, she couldn’t help herself. Over and over again, it traced around her nipples, sensitizing her breasts, before finally flicking across the tips themselves. She cried out, the feeling shooting through her like a tiny bolt of lightning. He moved then, tickling down her stomach then up her sides, touching under her arms and then circling her neck. It fleetingly touched her lips, and when she instinctively licked at it, she realized Aidan was teasing her with a feather. She moaned again as the feather moved back down her body. It made one more stop at her breasts before tracing down past her bellybutton, to the hair between her legs. Dawn cried out in surprise when the feather flicked gently through the curls and touched her moist lips. When it teased her clit, heat began to coil in her stomach. “Aidan…” she moaned. “I’m here, love.” Aidan swallowed hard as he watched her wriggle on the tangled sheets. He stared down at her spread-eagled body, and his own tightened dramatically. Her swollen nether lips were exposed to his gaze, and his mouth watered at the sight. A mixture of his seed, and her own juices dribbled down her thigh. Touching her this way made him want to explode, and he was very glad they’d already made love once. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to handle it. He took a deep breath, wanting her again, as much, if not more, than he had before. Carefully, he drew the feather through her exposed lips, seeing it gather the wetness pooled there. Unable to help himself, he bent and replaced the feather with his tongue. She cried out and lifted her hips instinctively. He groaned aloud. She tasted of woman and heat, along with his own essence. It was the most delicious thing he’d ever had in his life. He sucked and nibbled until her movements signaled her climax was close. Abruptly, he lifted his head. “Not yet.” Dawn groaned. “Aidan…please.”
“There is more. Much more.” She whimpered and strained at her bonds. “But—” “Shhh…” he whispered, dropping a kiss on her pouting lips. “Just enjoy.” He moved again, feeling her stiffen as his hand traced down the cleft of her rear to the small wrinkled hole of her backside. Gently, he massaged it, carefully covering it with slippery oil. “Aidan,” she said uneasily. “Give it a chance, love,” he urged. “Everything is all right. Remember, you always have your safe word.” She nodded and took a deep breath, knowing he’d promised he wouldn’t hurt her. Something pressed against the rim of her anus. It was cool, smooth and about the size of a man’s thumb. It went in easily at first, the lotion he’d massaged into her easing the way, but then she felt it spreading her, as whatever he’d inserted in her rectum, widened at the bottom. “This is a butt plug, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “It will add to your pleasure, this I promise you.” What he was doing was exciting to him, Dawn could tell by the sound of his voice. All at once she relaxed again. She loved knowing she could do that to him. “What does it do?” she panted out. The fullness took a little bit to get used to, but it wasn’t unpleasant.” “Wait.” All of a sudden there was a light vibration that started inside her butt, and she gasped. “Feel it?” he asked silkily. “Yes,” she moaned. She writhed against the sheets. It was wonderful. Her quim vibrated along with the plug. Okay…she liked this toy. “You enjoy that? Good. It’s just the beginning.” Dawn wasn’t sure what he meant. But if everything else felt as good as the butt plug, she would be a very eager student. “Please, Aidan,” she gasped. “I need more.” He gave a little groan at her words. “Love, you’re going to kill me. Already, I want to be inside you, that plug vibrating against me.” Her quim wept at the thought. She arched herself towards him. “Aidan…” “Not yet. As I said, this is just the beginning.” She heard the rustling again and waited, wondering what pleasurable torture he’d come up with this time. It wasn’t long before his hands touched her breasts. His fingers tickled at her nipples, and they hardened even more. “Perfect,” he muttered. His finger grazed over an erect tip, and then something clamped down on it, making Dawn jump in surprise. It was a pleasure-pain, and her breasts began to tingle. She felt him move to the other breast, and the same clamping sensation made her cry out. “Easy, love,” came his soothing voice. “I’ve put some nipple jewelry on you.” He gave one of the devices a gentle tug, and heat shot right down to her groin. When he bent and licked around the small piece of jewelry, she moaned. Aidan teased her with his mouth for a moment. She was so heavily aroused he could see the desire on her face as well as smell her need. His own body throbbed, and he controlled himself with an effort. As he’d said, he wasn’t done with her yet. He looked down at the jewelry he’d attached to her. Each turgid nipple sported a tiny pink clamp. Each clamp had two chains with a pearlescent, pink butterfly hanging from each one. Lying against her flushed skin, the butterflies danced with each breath she took. “You are so beautiful,” he growled. Her moan was filled with frustrated desire. “Please Aidan,” she moaned again. “I want you.” His jaw clenched. “Soon, my love…very soon. I have one last toy to show you.” He bent down and picked up the last of his tools. A thought crossed his mind, and he grinned. Scooting closer to her, he raised himself up on his knees. “Are you hungry, Dawn?” Dawn whimpered, acting almost mindless with need. Gritting his teeth, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take himself, but he wanted her lips on him. Carefully, he leaned over the top of her, so his cock grazed her lips. “Open your mouth, love.” She did so, turning her head blindly when his cock touched her. Her tongue snaked out and touched the tip, tasting the bead of
pre-come that dripped from its slit. She gave a little sigh and leaned forward, taking the head of his penis in her mouth. Her tongue swirled over it, and then she sucked…hard. Aidan jumped. He hadn’t expected her to be so enthusiastic, and the feel of her hot mouth on him made his balls tighten dangerously. Breathing heavily, he jerked away from her, making her moan in disappointment. But he wasn’t done yet. “Try this,” he gritted. He lifted his hand and ran the object he was holding down her cheek. She started and swiftly turned her head, her tongue searching frantically for him. Groaning, he allowed her to touch it briefly, before pulling it away from her. She wriggled and moved her head, searching for what was denied her. Aidan used his finger to wipe some of his own pre-come on the head of the vibrator in his hand. It looked and felt like the real thing. Now it tasted like it, too. “Open your mouth.” Dawn did without hesitation. She wanted him. Wanted to taste him again. She moaned when the head of a cock pushed through her lips. She could taste him, and she used her tongue to lap off all the wonderful juices. It wasn ’t until she was finished that she realized it wasn’t him she held in her mouth. The thought made her go still, but then he began moving the fake cock in and out of her mouth. “This is what I want to do to you,” he growled. “But if I was in your mouth, I’d explode, and it would be all over.” He reached down and pulled on the shimmering butterflies, making Dawn cry out around the dildo. “But someday I will fuck your mouth…just like this.” Her quim clenched hard at the thought. She continued to suck on the cock in her mouth, uncaring of what it was. He wanted her to do it, so she would. She may be blindfolded, but she could tell he was as aroused as she was. Her whole body was on fire. The plug in her butt made her clit vibrate, and every time he pulled on the nipple clamps, her channel would throb in time with his movements. Add the erotic taste of a cock between her lips, and she was ready to burst with passion. When he removed the dildo from her mouth, it felt empty. She licked her lips, wanting to suck on it again, but instead he traced it down between her breasts, past her belly button and rested it on the mound of curls between her legs. “Are you ready for this?” he whispered. When she nodded and tried to spread her legs farther apart, he growled deeply. “God, what you do to me.” He didn’t tease her anymore. Running the dildo down her hot lips, he separated them easily and with a smooth motion buried the fake cock deep inside her. Dawn cried out his name. The dildo wasn’t as big as he was, but she was tender from his earlier possession. When he began to move it in and out, she writhed on the bed. His words, the pressure on her nipples, as well as the erotic vibration in her rear made the vibrator seem huge. The sensation of the cock in her at the same time as the butt plug was almost more than she could stand. “Aidan!” she groaned again as she pulled on the restraints. “Please!” She wanted him in her so badly, she could taste it. “Soon,” he growled. “I have one more surprise for you.” She pulled again at the ties around her wrists. “I can’t wait. Please.” He chuckled deeply. “Ahhh, but you are learning the lesson of delayed gratification.” When a curse erupted from her soft mouth, she heard him laugh out loud. Couldn’t he tell she was dying? Her whole body was being bombarded by so much desire she knew if she didn’t come soon, she would die. Aidan kept pulling on the nipple clamps as well as moving the cock in and out of her, and more heat started burning low in her belly. Suddenly the cock buried in her began to pulse. Her breath caught in surprise before it left her all together. It moved at a different rhythm than the one in her ass, and it was unbearably erotic. Her quim wept in reaction, and she instinctively pumped her hips against it. She felt Aidan lie down next to her. His voice was rough and almost angry when he spoke. “Do you like this, love? Do you like what it does to you?” “Yes,” she moaned again, her hips undulating in rhythm with the pulses within her. “Perhaps you will like this even better.” Dawn cried out as the pulses within her changed to waves of vibrations. Aidan moved the cock so it rubbed against her clit as it
went in and out of her. The passion inside her doubled in strength. Her whole body throbbed with the need to come. She cried out again when his mouth came down on her breasts. His tongue flicked at her, and then he gently tugged at the jewelry with his lips. The heat inside of her flared out of control when he switched the setting on the vibrator a third time. This one was stronger, the pulsation making her whole body move under its power. She couldn’t take it anymore. All the sensations streaking through her body changed direction and headed straight to her groin. She screamed out Aidan’s name and exploded, her orgasm surging through her with the force of a tidal wave. The convulsions were so hard she bucked against his hand on the bed. Fireworks of awareness exploded in her brain as the climax raced through her, leaving her limp on the sheets. Aidan panted heavily as he watched her. His own cock was ready to explode as well, but he wanted more. “Oh no,” he murmured. “Again.” His mouth came down on hers, and he continued to pump the vibrator in and out of her body. She groaned against his mouth. “I can’t.” “You can,” he insisted. “Please love, once more. For me.” He clenched his jaw. His own desire was as great as hers, and she hadn’t even touched him. Her head moved back and forth on the pillow as she jerked her hips in rhythm to Aidan’s hand, and he could tell she was close to coming again. More than anything he wanted to be inside her this time. He himself was so close, he literally hurt, his cock weeping with his need for her. Suddenly, he couldn’t take anymore. Pulling the dildo out of Dawn’s body, he quickly moved on top of her and with a single thrust buried himself deep within her. They both gasped at the heat that speared between them. With a jerky movement, he pulled the blindfold from her eyes so they could watch each other. He reached down, grabbed her butt and ground her against him as he thrust once, twice, three times… Then his name was a whispered cry on her lips as her channel clenched around him like a fist, and she dissolved into a climax. It was all it took to snap the lead on his control. His orgasm took him over, and with a shout of satisfaction, he poured himself in her. Instinctively, he buried his face in her throat, remembering too late the danger there. The seductive beat of her pulse against his lips pushed him even farther over the edge. Abruptly, the primitive need to make her his roared through him. His mouth watered, and his teeth lengthened. Before he could jerk away, one of his fangs nicked her soft flesh, and the taste of her blood exploded on his tongue. A maelstrom of sensations bombarded him. Desire for the woman in his arms, awe over the strength of his need for her, fear that she wouldn’t accept what he was. The knowledge she was the woman he’d been waiting for all his long life burned in his soul like fire. But overwhelming it all was the ancient demand of his kind. The utter and complete possessiveness of a male vampire for the one he would call his own. He fought it, struggling against the clarion call of his own passions, but his physical lust along with the primeval hunger to taste her again was just too great. “You will be mine,” he whispered. “Ever after.” Completely out of control, he sent a wave of enthralling magic over Dawn, putting her deeply under his spell. As her body relaxed beneath him, he swept the hair from her long neck and licked the spot where he would put his mark on her. He struggled one last time to ward off the ravenous need, but just the flavor of her skin made the creature inside him burst from its chains. Unable to stop himself, he buried his teeth in her neck and sucked down the life -giving blood, changing both of their lives… forever.
Chapter Five
When Dawn finally awoke, it was much later. Her hands and feet were untied, and she was lying on Aidan’s chest as he cuddled her against him. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his masculine fragrance. She waited to see if she felt any embarrassment over
what she’d done, but the only thing other than a sleepy satisfaction was a slight ache between her thighs and a tingling at her throat. She lifted a hand to her neck, but Aidan caught it and brought it to his lips. “Welcome back.” She turned her head and met his amused eyes. They were a dark green and brimmed with male satisfaction and a deeper emotion she couldn’t quite comprehend. She stretched up and kissed him. “Hi.” He combed his hand through her tousled hair. “Are you all right? Seems like your body decided to—” he seemed to search for words, “—take a little nap.” Now she did blush. “I’m fine. But… I gotta say…wow!” Aidan grinned. “Thanks, but you gave as good as you got.” She gave an unladylike snort. “I don’t see how. I didn’t do anything.” “Ah, love,” he chuckled. “You did plenty. Watching you wiggle around on the sheets was more than enough to send me into orbit.” Her blush grew deeper. “Still, I didn’t make you faint!” “I like the fact I gave you so much pleasure that you passed out.” “Hmmm.” Dawn quirked her lips. “Let’s just not make a habit of it, okay?” Aidan cursed inwardly as guilt stabbed him. His body had betrayed him, instinct taking over when it had recognized the one female who could fulfill his needs. He hadn’t wanted to feed from Dawn, not yet, not so soon, but because he had, the choice was now taken from both of them. He had marked her then hidden the mark on her throat so only a vampire could see it and be warned off. Now she was his as no other woman could ever be. He felt energized and strong, yet in his passion he’d struggled not to take too much from her. Sleepy from blood loss was one thing, weak was another entirely. He was no fool, he knew from long experience how to judge such a thing, but the lack of control he had around Dawn was new to him. He’d have to be very careful in the future. Cursing himself again for his mistake, he bent to kiss her. She was the only one for him now. As for her fainting? Until she knew what he was and accepted it, he would have to keep enthralling her. Or starve. Her hand moved gently up and down his broad chest as she sighed. “I enjoyed what you did to me. I wasn’t sure I would, but I loved it.” Rolling over on one elbow so he could look down into her sleepy face, he pushed the dark thoughts away and smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed your first playtime with my toys. I hope it will be the beginning of many more nights together.” Dawn went still, and her hazel eyes searched his face. Her expression gave her away, and he shook his head in mock anger. “You thought it was a one-time thing? That once I’d had you I’d be done?” He bent and swept his tongue over her lips before pressing inside for a long deep kiss. When he raised his head, his eyes were darker still. “I knew I wanted you from the moment I heard your voice. From the moment our gazes met. But it is just as important for me to get to know you, too.” “I think I fell in lust the second I saw you,” she confessed. “I’ve never felt that way before.” Her cheeks reddened. “I just don’t do this type of thing.” “I know, love. What we have is special, and unless you want it to be, this is no one-night stand.” He cursed inwardly, knowing even if she did he wouldn’t be able to let her go. She was now too important to him. He gave a sigh of relief when her smile lit up her face. She put her arms around him and held him tightly. “I want more, too,” she whispered. Slanting his lips over hers, the heat rose again between them. “Then you shall have more, love,” he muttered against her mouth. “You shall have everything.” *** The next few days passed swiftly. Dawn spent the daylight hours working on the sculpture of Aidan, while she spent the nights in
his arms. It was remarkable how they clicked with each other. She’d never been so comfortable with a man. After their first night together, she’d left him late in the morning. She was shocked at the tremendous relief she felt knowing he wanted to see her again. She’d gone to bed with him with her eyes open. It could have been just a one-night stand. But after they’d made love she knew she wanted more from him. Knowing he wanted the same filled her with happiness. Even the threat of pregnancy was banished when Aidan told her he was incapable of fathering a child. It saddened her when she thought of the future, but at least she didn’t have to worry about the unprotected sex they’d had. And since she and Aidan were both clean, they didn’t have to worry about any type of birth control. Full of energy and with a burning need to work, she’d spent that first day feverishly molding the clay into the figure of Aidan she held in her mind. She wanted this first form to be perfect before she started carving on the more unforgiving wood. She forgot to eat, forgot to watch the clock, and it was only when a call came from Aidan demanding to know why she wasn ’t with him that she realized she worked more than twelve hours straight. She’d raced back to Don’t Spank the Vamp and straight into his arms. There was no hesitation, no fear of commitment or intimacy. It was just…right. Dawn didn’t understand it. But she didn’t care. For once she was doing something for herself. The only weird thing was the fact Aidan couldn’t go out during the day. The first morning he’d reminded her of his sensitivity to light, so the time they spent together was only after the sun went down. It bothered her, but her feelings for this dark, brooding man were growing so quickly, she ignored the niggling concern his light phobia caused. Now, as she sat with her friends at The Cottage Restaurant in Carmel, she remembered the way he’d met her at his door the night before. He’d been naked and magnificently aroused. Without a word, he’d lifted her into his arms and carried her back to his bedroom. What he’d done to her then made her cheeks go hot just thinking about it. “Must be nice,” Peggy said in her husky smoker’s voice. When Dawn blinked and frowned inquiringly, the dark haired girl grinned. “Getting laid every night.” “Peggy!” Dawn reddened even more as the waitress bobbled their soup bowls at the comment. The Cottage was known for having the best artichoke soup in the area. It was one of Dawn’s favorites, but she didn’t want to wear it. “Oh, give me a break. I’m sure she knows women have sex.” Peggy grinned up at the server. “Right?” Janice—the waitress—carefully put one of the steaming bowls of pale green soup in front of Peggy. “I should hope so since I’ve been married for over fifteen years.” She winked at Dawn. “And very happily, I might add.” Dawn’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Please, you guys.” Sam laughed and sniffed at the hot vegetable salad she was given. The tangy scent of the restaurant’s house vinaigrette dressing made her smack her lips together. “You gotta admit, you do have a glow.” The waitress left after placing Dawn’s soup in front of her. Dawn picked up a spoon and sipped at the smooth, flavorful broth. “I don’t need to announce it.” Peggy snorted as she munched on a large chunk of artichoke. “Don’t need to. You’ve got that ‘well-fucked look’ about you.” Giggling at Dawn’s outraged look, Sam tore off a piece of the crusty sourdough bread. “Have you brought him here yet?” She stuffed the bread in her mouth and sighed heavily. “This is such good food.” Dawn shook her head, her heart twinging in sudden sadness. The Cottage Restaurant only served breakfast and lunch. Because of Aidan’s problem with light she would never be able to bring him here. Even though Carmel was one of her favorite haunts, it would be off-limits because many of her favorite things to do shut down when the evening came. She couldn’t take him shopping or have breakfast croissants on the beach. “Dawn?” Blinking, Dawn smiled at Sam. “He can’t come out during the day, remember? The light?” Shaking her head, Peggy swirled her spoon around her half-empty bowl. “Weird. If this were a romance novel, your Aidan would be a vampire.” All three women laughed. Taking a drink, Dawn sighed. “It’s inconvenient, but there are plenty of things to do at night.” “Not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole,” Peggy muttered. Sam snickered at her friend. “Stop it.” She turned back to Dawn. “What do you guys do? Other than the obvious, of course.”
Dawn ignored the last sentence and thought for a moment. “I-I guess we talk. We haven’t gone anywhere. I just meet him at his apartment and then we talk.” Peggy stared into her soup. “Wish I had someone to…talk with.” Rolling her eyes, Sam scraped some of the tasty salad onto her bread. She looked hard at Dawn. “I hate to burst your bubble, but it’s been a week now, and he hasn’t taken you anywhere? Doesn’t sound good.” Dawn raised her chin defiantly. “We’ve been busy.” Peggy groaned. “There’s that ten-foot pole again.” “You wanted me to meet someone and have fun, right?” Dawn glared at her friend. “You took me to a sex shop, for God’s sake! And I met a great guy. What did you expect we would wind up doing? Play bingo?” She stared out the window at a family who’d just purchased a big kite from the shop across the street. They would go to the beach and fly it. Another thing Aidan couldn’t do. Turning back to her friends, she slowly buttered a piece of bread. “Aidan and I take pleasure in each other. We aren’t planning to pick out china. Let me enjoy myself.” Peggy stared at her friend. “We can’t help but be concerned. This isn’t like you, hon. You know that.” “We just don’t want to see you hurt. If all he’s after is sex…” Sam looked worriedly between Peggy and Dawn. “We’d be responsible. After all, it’s our fault you went there in the first—” “Don’t,” Dawn interrupted. She reached over and took Sam’s hand and then offered her other one to Peggy. After a moment the woman took it, and Dawn squeezed their hands gently. “I know exactly what I’m doing. Aidan makes me feel things I never felt before. He’s fun and interesting and a great lover.” At Peggy’s lifted eyebrow, she giggled. “Yes. A great lover.” She squeezed their hands again and then let go, picking up her soup spoon. “He wants me and makes me believe I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. Let me wallow in that for a while, okay?” Sam sighed and picked up her fork, spearing a large piece of carrot. “We’ll try not to worry too much.” “I know a way you can help keep us from worrying,” Peggy offered. “How?” Peggy put her chin in her hand and grinned. “Tell us all the details, sweetie. Just how good is he?” They all giggled, and the tension at the table dropped. Dawn looked around once to make sure the server was nowhere close, then she leaned in and told her friends some of the reasons why she was in no hurry to go anywhere but Aidan’s apartment. *** “Aidan! You have a visitor.” Aithne’s voice carried up the stairs. Fastening his last shirt button, Aidan came out of the bedroom. Glancing at the clock impatiently, he gave a little growl. Dawn should be here soon, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with some sales rep. He knew it wasn’t his lover downstairs. First off, she wouldn’t have been announced. Dawn would have come straight upstairs and into his arms immediately. But more importantly, since he’d marked her for his own, Aidan knew when she was close by. They were connected in a way he wasn’t even sure he fully understood yet. All he knew was that he needed her, desperately. The last week had been the best of his long life. Having Dawn with him filled an empty space he didn’t know he had. When she left him in the morning, he felt incomplete…lost. It was all he could do to let her go. He’d been with other women in the past. Some for short-term relationships, others for one-night stands. But it had never been serious. He had sex because his body cried out for it, and if he was really lucky, he could enjoy the woman’s company as well. Aidan never fed from them. He never marked them as his. He’d never wanted to. Until now. But from the moment he heard Dawn’s soft voice, he’d known she was special. He wasn’t sure of the future, or if Aithne’s prophecy would come true, but he was determined to make the most of it. He’d made certain she knew how much he wanted her. Each night she barely made it in the door before he was on her. So far he’d been able to control himself enough to make it to the bed, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last. Incredibly, each time he had her, it just made him want her more. Just seeing Dawn, catching her sweet scent, made him fight for control. And when she touched him…he was lost.
He’d started showing her even more ways they could pleasure each other. Aidan smiled as he remembered her pink face when he’d handed her a pair of Love Dice. One of the die had words like lick, kiss, fondle and tickle on it. The other had such words as, nipples, lips, cock/clit, and ass. The object of the game was to roll the dice and see what combination came up. And then do it. He chuckled as he thought about her tossing the dice the first time. She’d rolled lick and ass. One look at her face told Aidan she wasn’t quite ready for that, so he’d changed the rules without her knowledge. He’d pretended her roll was for him. Then he’d shown her just how enjoyable putting those two words together could be. After that…they didn’t need the dice for inspiration. “Aidan!” His sister’s voice brought him back to the present. “Coming!” he shouted, trying to shake the picture of Dawn’s flushed face out of his mind. She was so beautiful when she was in the midst of a climax. Aidan ’s cock stiffened, and he swore lightly as he straightened himself. The sales rep better make it a quick pitch. He had better things to do. He trooped downstairs and came up short when he saw Dawn’s friend Peggy lounging around over by the DVD collection. What was she doing here? Walking over, he took her hand and kissed it lightly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” The dark-haired woman looked him up and down. Her lips tightened as if she didn’t like what she saw. She pulled her hand away and lifted an eyebrow. “Are you a poor man, Aidan?” His green eyes widened a fraction. “I beg your pardon?” Sighing, Peggy waved a bejeweled hand at him. “Don’t go all polite on me. You heard me.” “Why would you ask me this?” She cocked her head at him. “I was just curious if the reason you never took Dawn out was you couldn’t afford it.” She moved her lips in a smile that looked more like a snarl. “Better that thought than you being ashamed of her.” Aidan’s mouth dropped open. It wasn’t often someone could surprise him, but this woman had. “How dare you!” Peggy’s eyes narrowed. “I dare because she’s my friend. If all you want her for is a few fucks, then let her know up front. Don’t go letting her heart get involved. It isn’t fair.” Fighting down his anger, he tried to remember this woman was only looking out for Dawn. “And what have I done to make you think such a thing?” She rolled her eyes. “Jesus. Have you even taken her out for a burger? To a movie? Shit, as far as I know, it’s been straight to bed.” There was just enough truth to her statement to make Aidan’s neck turn red. But his temper was still too high to admit it. “She tells you what happens between us?” “Of course not. It’s pretty damn obvious by what she doesn’t tell us. Like what you didn’t do last night.” It was said so smoothly, he couldn’t tell if it was a lie or truth, and he didn’t want to go inside Peggy’s mind to find out. “I am not ashamed of her. In any way!” “Good!” The brunette pounced on that. “Then prove it.” Aidan couldn’t believe she was challenging him. “How?” “Show her she’s more than just a turn on the sheets. Do something else for a change.” Aidan clenched his hands into fists. “Did she tell you to come? To tell me she was unhappy with my treatment of her?” Peggy stepped closer and stabbed him in the chest with her black lacquered nail. “Don’t be an ass. She would never say anything against you. It’s not her way. But, she’s a woman. An artist and a dreamer. Even a blind man should be able to tell she needs more.” Standing stock-still, the vampire fought his temper. “We have been seeing each other for only seven days. Perhaps, we are both enjoying being by ourselves.” Putting her hands on her hips, Peggy nodded. “Oh…I’m certain you’re both having fun. But I warn you, Aidan, it’s not enough. You already can’t go do things with her during the day.” She nodded when she saw his start of surprise. “Yes. She told us about your sensitivity. Having that light thing sucks, but don’t force her to crawl into your cave with you. Take her out. Do things together. Then take her home and fuck each other’s brains out.”
An unwilling laugh erupted from the still-furious vampire. He shook his head at Peggy’s daring. “I can’t decide whether I like you or despise you for this.” She shrugged. “I don’t give a damn what you think about me. I care about Dawn.” Her intelligent gaze captured his. “You’re different, Aidan. You know it and I know it. I don’t know yet if you’re good for Dawn or not. But right now she’s happy. I’d like her to stay that way. I don’t want her hurt.” Sighing heavily, Aidan gave up the struggle. “I do not want her hurt either. She is more important to me than you know.” The dark-haired woman searched his eyes for the truth. Apparently, she liked what she saw because she smiled for real this time, and it changed her face completely. “Then show her.” *** An hour later, Aidan stomped angrily back up the stairs. After Peggy had left, to his surprise, Samantha, Dawn’s other friend had arrived with the same concern. She was much less abrasive than her goth-costumed confederate, but it was still irritating. Both thought he was using Dawn and not treating her right. Then, to top it off, after the curvy blonde had left, when he’d complained to Aithne, she seemed to agree with the humans. She believed by staying in night after night he wasn’t being fair to his redheaded lover. He slammed into Aithne’s rooms, strode to the darkened window and stared out at the city lights. No one understood the basic desire he had to keep Dawn to himself. To imprint upon her the same need he felt, every moment of every day. It grew each time they were together. His teeth lengthened as he thought of her taste. Her blood, her female essence made his heart ache and his cock throb. His primitive compulsion to bind her to him in any way he could made him reach for her the moment she came to him. To bury himself inside her so they couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. If she was his twin-flame as Aithne prophesized, he would do what ever it took to keep her by his side. He wanted her to need him as much as he needed her. Then, he would think about telling her his secret. But, as all three women delighted in telling him, sex wasn’t everything. In his heart, he knew this, but telling his body that basic truth wasn’t easy. He was a man. And he was a vampire. Neither of those made it easy to listen to anything other than the most basic physical need. Especially when it came to making love with Dawn. “Aidan?” He narrowed his eyes. Finally. She had called earlier telling him she was running late. “I am in here, Dawn.” She appeared in the doorway, and her eyes lit up seeing him. His whole body clenched with the urge to cover and penetrate. Only she could do this to him. Unable to do anything else, he opened his arms. Dawn ran to him, knowing her world was whole again when he wrapped his strong arms around her. She’d had fun with her friends, but she needed to be with Aidan. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his unique scent. “I missed you today.” “And I missed you.” She lifted her face to his, unsurprised when his mouth came down on hers in a kiss that made her whole body ache with desire. Only he could do this to her. His tongue swept between her lips, demanding she open for him. She did so gladly, pressing herself against him in abandon. He groaned, making her shiver at the knowledge he wanted her so much. His hand crept up her body and covered her soft breast, squeezing it gently. She arched against him, her panties going damp at his touch. “You feel so good,” he muttered into her mouth. All she could do was moan. His flattened palm rubbed carefully over her nipple, and they both shuddered as the tip hardened beneath his touch. Aidan groaned again, pulling her close against him so the length of his cock throbbed against her stomach. Her heart leapt with the knowledge their bodies would soon be joined. To her surprise, Aidan suddenly pulled away, his gaze capturing hers. “I want more than anything to have you under me right now.” Her quim pulsed hard in agreement. “I want that, too.” His emerald eyes searched her face then he smiled suddenly. “But tonight…tonight we will study more delayed gratification
techniques.” Her mouth dropped open. “Huh?” Aidan fought not to laugh out loud. If he wanted to know whether Dawn had put her friends up to talking to him, he had the proof now. Disappointment was all over her. She needed him as badly as he did her. The other women may be right in saying he should do other things with Dawn, but she wouldn’t stop him from taking her to bed right now. He smiled and touched her flushed cheek. “I want to take you out tonight. Where would you like to go?” She blinked at him. “Out?” She glanced down at his arousal. “You want to go out? Now?” He nodded. “Do you?” Pleasure danced in her eyes. “I-I…” She bit her lip and looked down at him again. “Are you sure?” One look at her face showed him her friends, his sister had been correct. He eased away from her and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. “We have all night to love each other, and I plan to do just that, but let us try something else as well. I want you to know you are more to me than just a turn in the sheets.” She frowned. “That sounds like something Peggy would say.” “Then she is a very wise woman,” he answered smoothly. “I haven’t been to Fisherman’s Wharf for a while. How about spending some time there?”
Chapter Six
Two hours later, Dawn found herself standing on the wide slated boardwalk of Fisherman’s Wharf, hand in hand with Aidan. She shook her head as she watched him bargain with a street artist over a picture of the wharf at sunset. He wanted to purchase it, telling her it would be a great memory of their first date together. Their first date. She grinned. They had done things backwards. Their attraction had been so strong they’d gone to bed first, so now they were getting to know each other. She knew Aidan was enjoying himself. This arguing with the artist was just for show. She’d seen him slip a hundred dollar bill into the artist’s satchel when the young man wasn’t looking. Her heart swelled at his generosity. And he was generous. They had driven to the bay, and after parking his car, they strolled down the street to the wharf. He’d smiled when she begged to stop at the Dockside Fish Market for a shrimp cocktail. Those small cups were perfect to whet your appetite for more. After they had finished that small treat—Aidan only nibbling at his—they went to one of the best places on the wharf for fish and chips, Captain’s Gig Restaurant. This small eatery looked out over the twinkling lights of the bay and had been a staple for tourists and locals alike for as long as Dawn could remember. They had quickly emptied their fish baskets, although she couldn’t really remember Aidan doing more than pick at the delicious breaded fish. But, when she looked, his plate was empty, so it had to have gone somewhere. She was so stuffed, she groaned when he helped her from her seat. His green eyes sparkled with amusement as he put his arm around her and led her outside to walk it off. And that was how they spent the rest of the evening. Wandering down Fisherman’s Wharf, going in and out of souvenir shops and watching tourists. Later, when she wasn’t so full, he bought her an ice cream cone. They window-shopped as she ate it. Once, when something caught her eye, she handed him the cone and disappeared into a little shop, telling him to stay outside. His lifted eyebrow told her he wasn’t used to taking orders, but he’d stayed put…this absolutely gorgeous man in a tailored silk shirt and jeans, holding a melting mint chocolate chip ice cream cone. When she came out a few minutes later, he was frantically licking ice cream before it could melt all over his hand. He didn ’t even feel her tuck a small package into his jacket pocket as she rescued him. Now, as she watched him complete the sale of the picture, she sighed. It had been a wonderful night. Aidan was everything a
date should be. Attentive, fun-loving and so handsome he drew feminine stares like flies, but not once did he look at another woman. He seemed to only be interested in Dawn. “For you, love.” She glanced back at him. His face was triumphant as if he’d bargained the artist down to exactly what he wanted. Then his words registered. “For me?” He laughed at her surprised look. “Art for the artist. It is the one you admired, wasn’t it?” She nodded, taking the proffered picture. It was beautiful. All the colors of the sunset splashed over the canvas. The sun was setting on a fishing boat, where nets trailed in the water and sturdy fisherman worked its decks. In the foreground was the very restaurant where they had eaten, seagulls dancing and swooping for food over unwary diners. Her eyes filled. “Thank you, Aidan. I’ll treasure it.” Aidan couldn’t help but pull her into his arms. While he ached to have her alone, he had enjoyed himself tonight. Seeing the pleasure in Dawn’s face as they tasted the bounty of the sea was worth every minute he had to wait to make love to her. As they strolled down the boardwalk, laughing and touching each other, he realized how much of a loner he really was. He would never have thought about wandering around Fisherman’s Wharf on his own. He shook his head. He wouldn’t have wanted to. It was Dawn’s presence that made the night worthwhile even if it did mean he had to hide his inability to eat. As a vampire, blood was his sustenance, and though he could eat a little food, too much gave him a very bad stomachache. His lightning speed made it simple to misdirect and dump most of his meal, but he couldn ’t keep from eating completely. But for Dawn he would chance it. Bending his head, he kissed her gently. “I think I have enjoyed myself more tonight than I have in a long, long while.” He grinned suddenly. “Although I still think the night we met was the best.” She blushed. “I have to agree. But this was wonderful. I love Fisherman’s Wharf, but being here with you made it even better.” Having his own thoughts mirrored so closely surprised him for a moment. “I would like to do this again. Take you out, I mean.” Dawn’s smile lit up the boardwalk. “I would love that, Aidan…truly I would.” He smiled wickedly and nibbled her bottom lip. “So how do you feel about that turn on the sheets, now?” Instant desire painted her cheeks. Her eyes dilated as she stared up at him. “I-I think I would enjoy that even more than the ice cream.” His body hardened in a single second. “Then let’s go home, love. I can show you some more of my toys.” He reached into his pocket for the car keys, and his fingers bumped into a small bag. Frowning, he pulled it out. “What is this?” He smoothed out the white bag. “I didn’t buy anything from this store.” “I did. For you.” Aidan felt like he’d been hit in the chest. “For me? You got something for me?” She smiled shyly. “You bought everything else. I wanted to give you something to show you how much I enjoyed tonight.” He stared down at the bag in shock for so long, she touched his face. “Come on, Aidan. It’s not like you’ve never been given a gift before.” Aidan closed his eyes, trying to control the wave of emotion sweeping through him. He thought back. Other than Aithne giving him a gift on his birthday when he was still human, he couldn’t remember anyone giving him anything. None of his other lovers had. They’d never stayed around long enough to have a reason to. “No one,” he choked out hoarsely. “No one else.” Dawn’s eyes filled with tears. Snuggling under one arm, she gave him a hug. “Then I’m even gladder I did this. I’m proud to be the first.” She nudged him gently. “It’s not much…just something to say I care. Open it.” Aidan’s hands shook as he popped open the seal on the heavy paper. Several folds of tissue slid into his waiting hand. Carefully, as if it were the most delicate spun glass, he separated the folds and froze. His green eyes snapped up to her hopeful ones. “You bought this for me?” “It-it looked like you.” “Love, do you know what this is?” She shook her head.
He pulled the necklace out of the soft tissue. The speckled green stone sparkled in the lights of the wharf. “It is called a bloodstone. It is also called the martyr’s stone because of the flecks of red on the surface. It is said to be the blood of Christ.” Dawn traced a finger over the smooth surface. “I just thought it was pretty. For some reason I thought of you.” Aidan shook his head in wonder. Many vampires used the bloodstone as a sort of talisman. For Dawn to choose this gem above all others was remarkable. And to choose this stone for him, personally? “It…it is my birthstone.” That made her eyes go wide. “Really? I don’t remember bloodstone as a birthstone.” “Most think of March’s stone as the aquamarine, but the traditional stone is bloodstone.” “Your birthday is in March?” Dawn smiled at the news. “What day?” He laughed. “The fifteenth.” Pulling her close again, he kissed her deeply. “This means more to me than you can know. Thank you.” She blushed, filing away the information for the future. “Can I put it on you?” Without a word he handed her the necklace. Opening the clasp, she leaned against him, placing the beautiful stone around his neck. Deliberately, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, smiling as she felt his indrawn breath. Closing the necklace, she nibbled gently on his ear. “There, all done.” He groaned as she leaned back and undid the top button on his black silk shirt so she could see how the necklace looked on him. The bloodstone gleamed in the soft street light. His muscular chest flexed as she ran her finger over the stone and then down over one dark nipple. “Thank…you,” he gritted out. Dawn grinned. “You can thank me properly when we get back to your place.” *** “Do you wish something to drink?” Aidan tossed the car keys on a side table and glanced back at Dawn who had wandered over by his wet bar. She shook her head. “No. I’m fine.” Wriggling out of her light sweater-jacket, she didn’t notice Aidan’s eyes flare at her unknowing display. “If you keep that up we won’t make it into the bedroom,” he groaned. When her gaze jerked to his, he deliberately caressed his erection through his jeans. “Unless, of course, that is your intention.” She went very still, and then her mouth quirked speculatively. “And just what do you have in mind?” “My love,” he chuckled as he walked closer. “I have a great many things in my mind. His eyes took on a teasing look. “Your choice. Animal, vegetable or mineral?” Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?” “You heard me correctly. Animal, vegetable or mineral?” “Aidan!” A snicker erupted from him. He leaned back against the wall and let himself go, laughing like he’d not laughed in years. Dawn waited, her hands on her hips, her foot tapping the floor impatiently. Finally, he controlled himself. “Forgive me, love. But your face.” Dawn gave a sniff. “I know I am a great source of amusement for you.” Her words were prim, but her lips trembled with the effort it took not to smile widely. Hearing him laugh was a gift. He was way too serious most of the time. Reaching over, he smoothly pulled her into his arms. “I am not laughing at you…really.” She pretended to look around the room. “Oh? Is there someone else here? I warn you, Aidan. I draw the line at threesomes.” He burst out laughing again, and this time she joined in. “Ahhh, love. You never cease to surprise me.” Dawn grinned into his chest. “Good. I don’t want to be taken for granted.” His lips came down on hers in a kiss that made them both go weak in the knees. After a long while, he raised his head and stared down at her. “The last thing I will ever do is take you for granted. I know exactly how lucky I am to be holding you right now.” Tears burned at the back of her eyelids. She sniffed again, and this time it was for real. “I feel pretty lucky, too.”
Aidan smoothed his thumb over her bottom lip, and his green eyes darkened. “So let us share our luck together. Answer my question.” Her heart pounded at his gentle caress, and she had trouble concentrating. “Question?” He smiled patiently. “Animal, vegetable or—” “I remember,” she interrupted, her face flaming again. She looked up at him thoughtfully then her lashes lowered shyly. “I’m not sure I’m ready for any of those choices.” “I will never ask you to do anything you don’t wish to do,” Aidan reminded her. “You have your safe word…remember?” She remembered. Palette. Dawn just hadn’t used it yet. She was enjoying exploring all the new ways of lovemaking he was able to show her. But animal, vegetable or mineral conjured up thoughts she wasn’t quite comfortable with. “Can you give me a little more of a hint?” Aidan’s eyes twinkled wickedly. “I don’t think so. You will have to trust me.” Her lower lip thrust out in a pout at his words, and he couldn’t help but nibble on it. “You do trust me. Don’t you?” She nodded immediately and sighed. “Well…I guess of the three, mineral seems the safest.” Aidan chuckled aloud. “You think so?” Sweeping Dawn up in his strong arms, he kissed her hard then laid her on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. Holding her gaze with his own, he slowly eased her T-shirt up, kissing her flat stomach, her lace-covered breasts and finally, her soft throat. He could see her wildly beating pulse, and his mouth watered at the remembered taste of her blood. Biting down gently, he was rewarded by her soft moan, and his aching cock went even harder. Pulling her shirt off, he quickly wrapped her wrists with it, holding her arms up over her head. The movement made her breasts thrust out at him, and he couldn’t help but bend and take a lacy nipple into his mouth. She cried out and tried to put her arms around him, but he smiled and held her wrists. “No, love,” he muttered. “How…how does this…have anything to do…with a mineral?” she gasped out as he undid the front clasp on her bra and bared her breasts. Rubbing his lips over her erect nipples, he smiled. “Patience. I am just getting started.” He divested her of the rest of her clothes, slowly, always touching and teasing her as he went. By the time she was naked, her body was twisting under his touch as she tried to get closer to him. Aidan’s control pulled at him as he shook his head in wonder. “How is it you are more beautiful every time I see you?” Her whole body flushed pink. “I’m not beautiful.” “Yes, love,” he murmured. “You are exquisite.” He traced his finger up the side of her shapely leg to her hip. “Your legs? So slender and soft, yet when they wrap around me in passion, they are strong and agile.” He ran his free hand up her quivering stomach to cup each of her firm breasts. “And these…the visible sign of your femininity? They are everything they should be. Soft, perfectly shaped and delicious.” Aidan took the crown of each breast into his mouth and laved it with his tongue, enjoying the muted cry of delight she uttered. “And of course there is your lovely face.” He took her chin in one strong hand. “I never get enough of the sweetness of your lips.” Kissing her deeply, he gave proof to his claim. “A man could live forever on just the taste of your mouth.” Dawn’s whole body trembled at his words. “You…you don’t need to seduce me, Aidan. I want you.” He chuckled again. “The two are not necessarily separate from each other.” He kissed her again, nibbling on her lips. “I want you just by looking at you, but I still enjoy a bit of seduction now and then.” “I’ll remember that,” she gasped. Her heartbeat raced as Aidan teased back down her body to the thatch of auburn curls already wet from her juices. When his long fingers parted her nether lips and eased inside her hot channel, she moaned. She raised her hips and moved with his teasing hand, the heat curling higher and hotter in her belly. His tongue teased her nipples at the same time the pad of his thumb pressed down carefully on her swollen, aching clit. That, along with the deep thrusts of his fingers, and it didn’t take her very long at all. With a wild scream, she came, her body shuddering and jerking as her orgasm overtook her. Aidan’s mouth covered hers in a deep, hard kiss, and she felt the coiled strength of his body as he fought to control himself. Jerking her mouth away, she bit his chin. “Please…let my hands go. I want to touch you.”
Burying his head in her shoulder, Aidan took several deep breaths. “Love, see what you do to me?” He gave a rueful laugh. “I didn’t plan to do this, but I couldn’t stop myself.” “Color me glad, but now let me pleasure you.” To her surprise he shook his head. “No, just because I lost control for a moment doesn’t mean I am done with you.” His dark grin flashed. “I haven’t yet taught you about minerals.” Her body warmed instantly. “But—” He kissed her again, effectively shutting her up. When she was pliant in his embrace, he let go of her arms and levered himself up off her body, making his way to a large chest in the corner of the room. Opening one of the drawers, he pulled out a small box. Grinning sexily, Aidan walked back to Dawn and removed his own clothes before lying back down next to her. “What do you have?” Her gaze moved from his now naked body to the box. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “A new toy.” Setting the box on her stomach, he leaned up to flick it open. Dawn peered inside. Lying on a velvet cushion in two small indentations were a pair of large, beautifully colored crystal marbles. She frowned. “I don’t get it.” Aidan grinned. “They are called Ben-Wa balls or pleasure balls, love. A very subtle toy a woman can use any time she wishes.” Reaching out her finger she stroked the balls gently. “Use them for what?” “It will be more fun to show you, if you will let me.” Cocking her head, Dawn studied his face. It was still tight with suppressed passion, and her heart gave a hard thump seeing it. She sighed, knowing she trusted him enough to do just about anything to her. Leaning over, she brushed her lips against his. “Go for it.” His eyes flared, and he kissed her again. This time harder and deeper than before. She closed her eyes as he removed the box from her belly, and a moment later, she smelled the sweet odor of the cleanser/lubricant he often used on the toys they’d played with. “Are you ready?” he asked hoarsely. Nodding, she kept her eyes closed and just enjoyed the sensation of his hands stroking her body. His touch was gentle, yet so strong she could only tremble at the way it made her feel. Stretching, she gave herself totally over to him, trust showing in every movement she made. Aidan swallowed hard when he looked down at her supine form. She was laid out like some sort of pagan sacrifice, but she wasn’t a gift to some unknown god. Dawn was his…given to him by fate, and now he knew he could never let her go. He set the balls down on her flat stomach. With his free hand he lifted her leg so her knee bent and her heel was touching her rear. Carefully, he pushed her thighs apart. Then, leaning back down, he put his lip to her ear. “This may feel cool and strange, but give it a chance, all right?” She nodded, and he saw the flush of passion come over her body. His own ached in unconscious response as he took one of the crystal balls and rubbed it gently over her soft nether lips and against her sensitive clit. Dawn jumped, and her hazel eyes opened, but Aidan kissed her soothingly. “Just enjoy it, love. There is more. So much more.” Once her eyes had closed again, he continued, tracing the ball over her damp folds, up around the clit and then down to the puckered hole of her ass. Once she moaned, and her juices began to flow he knew she was ready for the next step. His long fingers parted her flesh, gently pushing the Ben-Wa ball into her dripping channel. Dawn gasped and her legs flexed, but Aidan hushed her with another kiss. When she’d relaxed, he took the second ball and did the same, pushing carefully until they were both deep in Dawn’s vagina. “Are you all right?” He touched her cheek, concerned when she made no sound or movement. Her eyes opened. “It…it feels so strange I’m almost afraid to move.” “Does it hurt?” “No,” she denied immediately, making him relax above her. “I just don’t know what to do.” Aidan smiled. “I will show you.” He fought to keep control as he lifted her other leg and then pressed her knees together, lifting them up and over her chest. Slowly, he rocked her back and forth. Her startled gasp told him the Ben-Wa balls were doing their job. “Do you feel that?” She stared at him, her eyes darkened with growing desire. “I-I do…but what…”
He bent and kissed her naked breast. “The balls move around inside of you, stimulating the nerve endings in your body. It can be very satisfying. You can use them anytime as a tool for pleasure. Some women use them to strengthen their muscles, although you—” he grinned, “—are strong indeed.” Dawn blushed at his words. “But as nice as that is and as good as this feels, I would rather make love with you.” She reached up and ran a fingernail down his hard chest. “Wouldn’t you?” Aidan chuckled. “One doesn’t negate the other.” Kissing her pink lips, he arranged himself over the top of her. “We can do both.”
Chapter Seven
Dawn’s body clenched, making the pleasure balls inside her clink together in even a more stimulating way. “You want to be inside me, too?” Leaning on his elbows, Aidan brushed back her long hair. “I do, love. I promise you, it will give us both great enjoyment. As always, I’ll stop if you are uncomfortable in any way.” “They…they won’t get in the way?” He shook his head. “No, as long as I am careful, they will do what they are designed for. They will move with each of my thrusts and stimulate us both. It is said to be a very pleasurable orgasm.” She lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t know? Then where did you get—” Her body clenched again, and an arrow of arousal shot through her. “I mean…why do you have them if you’ve never…?” Aidan laughed and kissed her. “These were given to me by a friend from the Orient. A male friend. I have never had the occasion to use them. You are the first I have wanted to try them with.” Dawn blushed with a different kind of pleasure. “Oh, well then.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved against him. “I guess this will be a first for both of us.” “It will indeed,” her lover growled. His eyes never left hers as he eased himself carefully inside her. The odd feeling of fullness grew as the balls smoothed against her vaginal walls. The movements were almost unbearably stimulating as each nerve ending reacted to both the Ben-Wa balls and Aidan’s cock inside her. She began to tremble with the force of her need, and a fine sweat broke out on her pale skin. Aidan’s body shook as he struggled to control himself. Seeing her lying beneath him, so open and honest as she experimented was as arousing to him as it was to her. Never before had he felt this way about a partner. He wanted to give her everything. To fill her so full she wouldn’t think of anyone but him ever again. A possessiveness welled up inside him so fast, he tightened his grasp on Dawn. “Aidan?” Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to relax. Deliberately, he moved against his lover, bending and capturing her soft mouth with his. Slowly, he thrust in and out of her, the smoothness of the Ben-Wa balls tickling his cock as he made love to her. Her breathy moans and soft gasps made his muscles tighten, and his passion flared even hotter. Grabbing her by the ass, he buried his face in her hair and let himself go. Higher and hotter his desire rose. The feel of her soft body against him, the stimulation of the toys, the knowledge of who and what she was to him was more than he could take. His cock swelled, and he shouted out her name as his release hit him. Her answering cry and her quim clenching down on him made his climax even stronger. He poured himself into her, shaking for longer than he knew before collapsing on her trembling body. It was several minutes before he had the strength to lift himself up off her still-shivering form. Her hazel eyes opened, met his, and she blushed.
“Wow.” He grinned. “Wow back at you.” “I didn’t expect that…that feeling. It kept going and going. It wouldn’t stop.” Frowning, he bent and kissed her nose. “Uncomfortable?” Dawn clutched at his arms. “Oh, no. That’s not what I meant.” She took a shaky breath. “It was so subtle, but when—” She broke off and blushed again. “When you were inside me, everything changed. It felt like lighting moving through me…so intense… I…” “Did you enjoy it?” Aidan ran his hand down her body and cupped her hip. “I never want to do anything you don’t like.” “I liked it very much.” Dawn’s eyes sparkled. “It was wonderful and different. A little scary at first, but that was because it was so new. Of the three choices you gave me, I am very glad I chose mineral.” Aidan chuckled as he gathered his adventurous lover closer. She was just what he’d always wanted. “Just wait, love. You should see what I can do with a flower or a piece of rabbit fur.” *** “Why, yes, yes. I’m very interested.” Dawn clutched the phone receiver tightly in her hand as she listened intently. “Portfolio? Yes. It’s fully up to date.” She bit her lower lip and fought to keep from dancing. “Meet you? Of course. I’d be delighted.” She gave up trying to control herself and did a quick jig. “Yes. I’ll be glad to arrange that. Yes. I’ll bring my portfolio and a sample of my work. I will let you know when. Thank you. Yes. I look forward to meeting with you, too.” Dawn carefully hung up the phone and just stared at it for several long moments. Then, unable to prevent it, she gave a squeal of delight and did a joyous little boogey around the room. It was happening…finally. All that Aithne had foretold was coming true. She was involved with a wonderful man who she was fast falling hard for, and now… An agent wanted to arrange a show for her at a New York gallery. Everything in her wanted to scream out her joy and excitement. It had been ten long years of hard work, but it was paying off. The dream was finally coming true. Her sculptures were going to be seen by some of the most influential people in the art world. “Aidan,” she whispered. Dawn whirled back to the phone. “I’ve got to tell Aidan. Shakily, she keyed in his phone number, waiting impatiently as the phone rang and rang. “Damn it! Where are you?” Slamming back down the receiver, Dawn chewed on her lip. She wanted to share this news with Aidan so bad she could taste it. Coming to a decision, she tugged on her sandals, grabbed up her car keys and sped out the door. Twenty minutes later, she screeched to a halt in front of Don’t Spank the Vamp. Jumping out of her car, she brushed her hair out of eyes and made her way inside. She’d hadn’t been back to the shop during the day since the first time. All of her visits had been in the evening. The same feeling of awe and embarrassment flowed over her when she saw other shoppers looking at her curiously. Even though she was much more adventurous than she had been when she’d first met Aidan, she was still a little discomfited when she was in the store. Aithne looked up from where she was waiting on several young, smirking men. By the look of the college-age boys, they were more intent on impressing her than purchasing the videos they were clutching. With a murmured apology, the dark-haired woman left the youths and came over. “Dawn?” Aithne’s cat green eyes were narrowed in concern. “What are you doing here? Is everything all right?” “Oh yes.” Dawn smiled happily. “Everything is wonderful. Absolutely, wonderful. I’ve just come to talk to Aidan.” Aithne stepped in front of Dawn as she tried to move into the back room. “I am sorry, Dawn. He is…busy.” Blinking in surprise, Dawn stared at Aidan’s sister. “Busy? What do you mean busy?” “He can’t be disturbed.” Aithne glanced up at the ceiling, and her face tightened. “He is in…a meeting.” Dawn stared at Aithne’s face. There was something the woman wasn’t telling her. “I-I don’t understand. Are you saying I can’t go up?” There was a mixture of compassion and worry in Aithne’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Dawn, but, yes, that is what I’m saying. Aidan said he didn’t want to be bothered by anyone.”
“Is he all right?” “Of course. He is fine.” Confusion bled into fear as all the niggling doubts she’d been fighting since the beginning came to a head. “He’s with someone, isn’t he?” “Yes, but—” Crippling pain shot through Dawn. “It’s another woman. He’s with another woman.” As if in answer, a throaty laugh, obviously feminine, trickled down the stairs, and a moment later, Dawn heard Aidan ’s deep voice in response. Her eyes filled with tears as they met Aithne’s. “That’s why you won’t let me up there. He’s found someone else.” “No, Dawn—” “Never mind, Aithne.” Dawn knew she had to get out of there as quickly as possible before she burst into tears. “I knew it was too good to be true. It all happened too fast.” “Dawn, please.” “Tell Aidan…tell him…” Dawn shook her head, realizing there wasn’t anything left to say. “Never mind. Don’t bother.” Turning on her heel, she turned and sped out the door. *** “What do you mean, she was here?” Aidan’s voice was filled with such anger his sister flinched. “She came by when you were upstairs.” Aithne gazed up at her brother, trepidation on her face. “You told me you weren’t to be disturbed. When I told her, she got very upset and ran out.” “Ran out? Why would she do such a thing?” Aithne sighed. “I think she got the wrong idea when she heard who was with you.” She shook her head. “I tried to stop her, Aidan, but…” Aidan growled deep in his throat. “You shouldn’t have prevented her from coming to me.” “You told me you didn’t want to be bothered by anyone. If Dawn had seen who was really up there—” “I know.” He ran a frustrated hand through his long hair. “But she is different. She matters. Dawn can always see me. Whenever she likes.” Aithne touched her brother’s arm. “She thinks you’ve found someone else.” His eyes darkened. “No! How could she?” He jerked away from his sister and paced over to the darkened window. “Just because of what she heard?” “You keep secrets from her, Aidan. A woman can tell. She may care for you, but she may not believe she can fully trust you.” His face hardened. “She will trust me. I demand it.” Aithne shook her head again. “You can’t demand trust any more than you can demand love. You must tell her, big brother. You must stop putting it off and tell her what you are.” *** She walked on the beach for hours, numb with hurt. Dawn knew she could be overreacting. A woman up in Aidan’s rooms could have been completely innocent. She could have been a buyer or a salesperson trying to do business. But then she would remember the sound of the woman’s husky laugh and the fact Aithne kept her away, and more pain would shoot through her. If it had been a simple sales call, why couldn’t Dawn go upstairs? No. Something else was going on. Something she couldn’t bear to think about. Totally buried beneath a cloud of doubt and fury was her earlier joy about her art being discovered . She remembered her friends had been concerned about how secretive Aidan was. Apparently, they’d been right. He wasn’t to be trusted. Who knew how many women he’d seduced in that upstairs apartment.
Tears spilled from her eyes. She’d been an easy mark for a charmer like him. His touch had made her ache, and she’d fallen easily into his arms. Dawn wondered fleetingly if Aithne was in on the deal. After all, she’d started the whole twin-flame idea with that reading. Maybe they worked together, Aithne reeling women in for Aidan to seduce. Picking up a rock, Dawn threw it out into the water. She shook her head at herself. Now she was just being ridiculous. She was making it out to be some big soap opera, but it was probably just the same old story. A cheating boyfriend whose sister was trying to cover for him. But no matter what the real truth was, she wasn’t going to put herself in the middle of it. Not anymore. She’d forget all about Aidan and his toys and throw herself completely into her art. She’d become the talk of New York, and her sculptures would be sought after by all those who mattered in the art world. She would be an overnight success and become rich and famous. Dawn sniffed loudly and sat down abruptly on the wet sand. After, she had a good cry. *** The big clock on the boardwalk had just bonged the midnight hour when Aidan found her. He’d been searching for several hours, looking through all the restaurants and shops on the pier and then finally making his way down the beach. He walked past lovers with their arms around each other and rotund men with fishing poles braced against their bellies. The moonlight glistened on the water, reminding him of the night he’d taken Dawn out to dinner at the pier. Confusion and anger warred within him. She hadn’t come back to see him, nor had she answered any of his phone calls. He’d finally broken down and phoned Samantha, who after some prodding, told him when Dawn was unhappy she liked to go down to the wharf and just walk around. Aidan shook his head. But why was she upset? Surely, she couldn’t believe what Aithne thought—that he’d been with another woman. Hadn’t he shown her in every way he could she was who he wanted? He kicked irritably at a broken shell. Women were so hard to understand…in any century. She had no right to treat him this way. Ignore his calls and assume he was cheating on her. His jaw clenched. When he got a hold of her he would… Aidan rubbed his eyes and sighed. He wouldn’t do a thing to her. She was more precious to him than his own life. It was why he was so angry. Realizing she didn’t trust him struck deep at his soul. Knowing she had reason only made the pain deeper. The sound of a woman weeping halted him in his tracks. His supersensitive hearing tracked the sound to a small dune just out of sight of the pier. Striding over to it, he saw immediately he’d found his quarry. Dawn was sitting huddled in the sand, her face easily seen in the moonlight, shining wet with tears. His heart dropped. “Dawn,” he said hoarsely. Her head snapped up, and she scrubbed at her face as she jumped to her feet. “What…what are you doing here?” He stepped closer. “Looking for you. I was worried.” Lips trembling, she turned away and stared out at the ocean. “I’m sure you have better things to do.” “Damn it, Dawn. Why are you acting this way?” Aidan grabbed her shoulders and turned her to him. “Talk to me.” Her face turned away from him, showing her elegant profile. Silent tears continued to slide down her cheeks. “Leave me alone, please.” He stared at her incredulously. “Are you insane? I’m not going anywhere. Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why didn’t you come to me tonight? You stopped by earlier—why didn’t you stay?” Dawn sniffed and lifted her chin. “It was obvious I wasn’t welcome. You were…busy.” He snarled. “You will explain that remark.” She jerked away. “And you can go to hell.” She took a couple of steps towards the water before he grabbed her again. “As I said, I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” Hunger, pain and rage shot through him in equal amounts. “For God’s sake, Dawn, what is wrong?” Fury shot through her with all the force of a wave crashing on the shore. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? You even can ask such a thing? Aithne told me what you were doing, Aidan. And I heard you. I heard her. Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to see someone else?” Aidan’s eyes widened, and his grip tightened. “Someone else? You think I was cheating on you?” He shook his head as if
shocked. “It is as Aithne warned me. You do think I was with another woman.” “That’s because you were,” Dawn retorted. “And because of it, Aithne wouldn’t let me go up and see you.” His jaw clenched in the moonlight. “She was wrong to do that. You are always welcome. When I gave her my instructions, I didn’t mean you.” “You say that now.” Dawn tried to pull away, but his hands were too strong. “But it’s awfully convenient, isn’t it?” Unable to move, she stood in his grasp and stared back out at the ocean. “I can’t stop you from seeing anyone else, but I can decide what I’ll do. And I won’t be in a relationship like that.” “You are in a relationship with me!” Aidan roared, his temper giving way. “And you will continue to be. How dare you accuse me of cheating on you! I have shown you in every way possible how I feel about you. I want no other. No one else can satisfy my hunger. Only you, Dawn!” She stood frozen as his words slammed into her. The strength of his anger was awesome, but in some odd way, it reassured her. Perhaps he did believe there was more between them. She met his eyes and drew in her breath at the fury she saw reflected there, but she didn’t let it deter her from finding out what she needed to know. “Then why would Aithne think I shouldn’t go up? Who was the woman?” “She…is someone I knew in the past. Seela is just in town for a few days and wanted to say hello.” Dawn’s eyebrow lifted. “And that made Aithne play guard dog? Sorry, I’m not buying it.” She was finally able to pull away and turned her back on Aidan. He stared at her stiff form, wanting to curse his sister for taking his words so literally. Then, he cursed circumstance for sending Dawn to him at such an inopportune time. Aithne was only trying to protect his secret. She knew Seela—like many other vampires— wouldn’t have understood his infatuation with a human. The fact they’d once been lovers made it doubly hard. “I think,” he said quietly, “Aithne was afraid you’d get the wrong idea. But Seela and I are just friends. I haven’t seen her in…many years.” “That still doesn’t explain why Aithne was afraid for me to see her.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Aidan. It doesn’t make sense.” Without telling her everything it wouldn’t make sense, but the last thing he wanted to do was tell her the truth about himself when she was so angry with him. Sighing, he took a chance and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her. She stiffened even more, but she didn’t try to fight the embrace. Her sweet perfume mingled with the delicious scent of her blood essence, and Aidan ’s stomach rumbled. Ignoring his hunger, he thought quickly. Suddenly, an explanation presented itself. “Seela is here with another man, love. One who many know, but he doesn’t like to be seen. In fact, he often stays out of the public eye as much as possible. He was there in my loft as well. I believe Aithne was trying to keep his …cover by refusing you entrance.” He felt her relax slightly before she spoke. “A celebrity?” “Some would say so. He would disagree.” “Who?” Aidan sighed. “He would not like me telling you.” Dawn’s back went poker straight again. “Then I guess we have nothing else to say.” Furious at her distrust in him, Aidan pulled her around to face him. But his anger drained out of him when he saw the pain in her hazel eyes. Cursing lightly, he jerked her against him, knowing she really did have reason to doubt him. Maybe Aithne was right. It wasn’t just this episode but his air of secrecy that was giving her misgivings. “Do you know the name Orlan Felton?” Her eyes narrowed. “The one who writes all those scary horror stories?” Aidan nodded. “Yes. Seela is his companion, and they both came to visit me.” Carefully, he lifted a hand and brushed the tears off her cheek. “I have known them both for a long time. Orlan always stops by when he is in the area. I had no idea he was bringing Seela until he arrived.” She stared at him for a long time then awareness dawned in her eyes. “You and this Seela, you used to be more than friends.”
Chapter Eight
His mouth dropped. “How did you…?” Aidan shook his head in amazement. “You can read me that well? Yes, many years ago Seela and I were lovers, but that is long dead and over.” Ever since he’d discovered what she was really like. It was only because he counted Orlan—who was another vampire—as one of his few friends that he’d allowed her in his door this time. “So Aithne wasn’t trying to keep me away because of her, but because of him?” “Yes.” In a way. She was silent for a long time, just staring at him with those big multi-hued eyes. Finally, she sighed, and her gaze dropped to their shoes. “I want to believe you, Aidan, but…” A thought occurred to him. “If you can read me so damn well about Seela being an old lover, you should be able to read how I feel about her. And about you.” Unable to help himself, he gave Dawn a frustrated shake. “Look at me, Dawn. Really look at me. I don’t want anyone else. I haven’t since you came into my life. I don’t care how many ex-lovers appear on my doorstep. It’s you I care about. You’ve got to believe that.” Her head snapped up, and their eyes met. His filled with frustrated desire and anger, hers with confusion and pain. They could only stare at each other as the wind whistled in the sea grasses, and the waves crashed rhythmically on the shore. A single tear appeared on Dawn’s eyelashes, and with his thumb Aidan brushed it gently away. “I care about you, love,” he whispered. “So very much. I know there are things that worry you, but accept this. I would never cheat on you. You are too important to me. Please, Dawn, if you won’t believe anything else…believe that.” Searching his face, Dawn saw exactly what he was feeling etched in the worry lines on his face. The fear and pain she’d been harboring melted away. With a sob, she buried her face in his chest, treasuring the way his strong arms wrapped around her to hold her even closer. “Ahhh, love,” he groaned, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t ever do this again. Thinking I lost you almost killed me.” She huddled closer as she wept brokenly. “I don’t think you’re telling me everything. I can’t bear it anymore.” He stiffened and then just as quickly relaxed. “I promise you, Dawn. I will do everything I can to make you believe in me.” Dawn lifted her head, her eyes shining like wet leaves in the moonlight. “What do you mean?” “I will prove to you there is nothing to worry about. That she means nothing to me. How would you like to meet Orlan and Seela?” *** The loud music beat painfully on his ears as Aidan made his way back towards the table where Dawn sat with her friends. This was not what he’d planned when he asked if Dawn wanted to meet Orlan, but like many other instances with his lover, things had been snatched out of his control, and he wasn’t really sure how. After he’d made the offer, it was almost as if the disagreement had never happened. They’d sat, tucked away in the sand, talking for hours. Then, when Aidan couldn’t wait a moment longer, he’d taken her into his arms and made love to her. It had been daring, and Dawn had been nervous about being so exposed, but the sex had been very satisfying for both of them. And the taste of her afterwards had made the long, miserable night worthwhile. Only later did everything go awry. The next evening, before he knew it, the small meeting had grown into a party. Somehow, Peggy and Samantha had found out about his knowing Oran Felton. Peggy was a huge fan, and Samantha, of course, being a writer, was just as interested. Before Aidan quite knew what happened, instead of a quiet meeting back in the loft, it was arranged they would meet at a club in the downtown area. Necrotic Obsession. The vampire shuddered. Where the hell had they come up with that name? But looking around, he had to admit, the name fit. Dark and gloomy, with battered tables and walls painted in a multitude of shadowy hues, it was not an inviting place to hang out. The lighting was dim and so spooky, you couldn’t see across the dance floor to
the long bar that hugged the far side of the room. The only bright lights were those that pointed to the somber DJ. And the noise he was making with what he considered music was truly appalling. Aidan sighed. All he’d wanted to do was have Dawn meet his friend so she wouldn’t worry about Seela anymore. And once she’d met both Orlan and Seela and saw they weren’t anything too strange, he was going to tell her about himself and the brethren. Tonight. He was scared to death. Not knowing how his lady would react had his stomach in knots. The thought he might lose her was more than he could bear thinking about. She had become the most important thing in his life, and he wasn’t going to let anything come between them. He would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed with him. “Aidan!” A voice calling to him from across the murky room brought him out of his dismal thoughts. Turning, he saw the striking face of his friend, Orlan, swim out of the gloom. Grinning, he made his way across the dance floor to clasp the other vampire’s arm and then give him a brief hug. “Thanks for coming, my friend.” Aidan shook his head. “I’m sorry for the location. Things got away from me.” Orlan smiled. “You wanted to make the female happy. I think you let her talk you into this.” Aidan shrugged. “Maybe. Probably. But after what happened the other day, I need to make it up to her.” “Your sister, delicious as she is, should have chosen her words better.” Ignoring Orlan’s editorial comment, he nodded. “I have said the same to her.” “And where is your female?” “Behind you. There, at the table with the short blonde and the tall, dark-haired woman.” Orlan turned and smiled widely. “Ahhh…you have chosen a forest nymph to play with. Well done, Aidan.” His brow furrowed. “I wonder why she looks so surprised. Didn’t she know I was coming?” Aidan frowned as well. “Yes. She knew.” “She and her friends are all lovely, my friend. Introduce me…now.” Possessiveness reared its head. “Hands off, Orlan. They’re all off-limits. Especially, Dawn. You may be my friend, but I’ll kill you where you stand if you touch her.” The other vampire laughed. “So fierce. She must be as delicious as your sister is.” He gave a smirk. “Not that you ever allowed me to taste Aithne either.” “I mean it.” His temper stirred, and Aidan wondered again why he thought of Orlan as a friend. The writer was a vampire, first and foremost, and though they’d known each other a long time, Aidan never really trusted him fully. He didn ’t trust any of the brethren. “Don’t make me sorry I did this.” Orlan grinned. “You wouldn’t be letting me within ten miles of your lady if it hadn’t been for Aithne’s mistake. And I know you would rather Seela be anywhere but here.” “Where is she, anyway?” “In the ladies’ room. She finds places like this…exhilarating.” “Damn it.” Aidan glanced around worriedly. “I don’t need her hurting some unsuspecting human.” The other vampire shrugged. “C’est la vie. Seela is what she is.” “Keep her under control, Orlan. I want to tell Dawn what I am tonight. The last thing I need is for her to find out the wrong way.” “Do you think she will accept you, my friend?” Orlan shook his head. “It is a risk. A terrible risk.” Aidan glanced over his shoulder at Dawn who was twirling her straw in her glass, an amused expression on her face. She was dressed in an amber-colored sweater-dress that made her glow like a candle in the dark room. His chest tightened. “She is the one I want to be with forever. I believe she is my soulmate.” Orlan’s dark eyes widened. “Your twin-flame? The one woman who can truly sustain you always? You are very fortunate.” His dark eyes looked briefly envious. “No wonder you are so careful with her.” “She belongs to me.” Laughing, Orlan clasped his shoulder. “Spoken like a true vampire. I will be pleased to meet this woman.” Turning, he gazed long
and hard at Dawn. “You have marked her, I see.” Guilt stabbed him again, but Aidan nodded as he started towards his redheaded lover. “The first night. I didn’t mean to. I wanted to wait, but I lost control. Even then I must have known…she was mine.” “You lost control?” The other vampire threw up his hands in mock surrender as Aidan turned and glared at him. “I am just surprised. You are no fledgling, my friend. The connection between you must be very strong for that to happen. Don’t worry. I swear I won’t touch her. And I will keep Seela under control as well. But I scent additional brethren here. And your bite, though it is meant to mark your territory, can be a beacon to others.” Aidan’s frown grew larger. Orlan was right. There were other vampires here. This was a perfect place for his kind to mingle with humans. “I will allow no harm to come to her…or her friends.” “And I will help you.” Orlan smiled. “I find your lady and her friends quite fascinating, and I haven’t even met them yet.” Dawn was regretting ever saying anything to Peggy about her meeting with Aidan’s friend. “Of all the places to meet, you choose this dump?” she shouted over the music. Peggy fluttered her eyelashes at Dawn. “Hey now. This is one of my favorite dumps…I mean clubs.” Sam sipped her drink. “I choose to look at this as a research project.” She shuddered as a man in a hot pink vest and purple bike shorts bumped against her. “A really sleazy research project.” “Aidan will be furious with me,” Dawn muttered. “He wanted this to be quick and easy. But now…now it’s out of control.” “He said we could meet his friend,” Peggy retorted with a toss of her head. “And I thought Orlan Felton would feel right at home in a place like this.” “Oh, for God’s sake, Peggy!” Sam glared at her friend. “Just because an author writes something doesn’t mean he lives that way. Mr. Felton could be this teddy bear type who likes to cook brownies for his aged mother.” Peggy tipped back her beer and then laughed. “Yeah, right. I’ll bet the brownies are poisoned.” “Now just a minute—” Shaking her head, Dawn looked away from her bickering friends. She was used to the drama. They did it all the time. She glanced around the dim room for Aidan. He’d said he’d meet up with her here, but he was late. And Dawn was tired of being hit on by guys who thought a fashion statement included twelve rings in each nostril. Tuning out Sam and Peggy’s quarrel, she thought back to Aidan and their disagreement on the beach. Not that it had stayed an argument for long. Only a few hours after the fight, they were rolling around in the beach grass naked as if they’d been apart for a month. Heat touched her cheeks at the memory of it. Talk about atypical behavior. To Dawn, sex on the beach was a drink, not an activity. But, as he had so many times before, all Aidan had to do was touch her, and she melted. And once they’d finished, she’d fallen asleep in his arms until his kisses had awoken her. They’d laughed about it as they drove to his apartment and then stumbled into bed. When she’d gotten up, it was late in the afternoon. A quick call to Peggy to tell her everything was okay had led to this debacle at the club from hell. Still, Dawn was looking forward to meeting Aidan’s friends. Not that she really disbelieved him anymore, but she was very curious as to what an ex-lover of his might be like. Would she be tall and dark like Aidan? Or a tiny doll-like creature who would want to be pampered and protected? Either way, Dawn was sure she would dislike her on the spot. A flash of green caught her attention, and looking up, she saw Aidan making his way towards her. Dressed in dark jeans, a formfitting, jade-colored T-shirt and open jacket, just looking at him made her mouth water. His long, dark hair brushed his shoulders, and when he saw her, he smiled…so sexily, she almost dropped her drink and ran to him. But then, in the next moment, he was turning away from her and grinning widely. A tall figure, with long blond hair, wearing a calf-length elegant leather coat, walked up to him, and they embraced. Dawn’s heart fell to her feet. Seela. How could he greet an ex-lover so effusively when his present lover was watching? She wondered if she could leave without being noticed. Suddenly, meeting Aidan’s friends was the last thing she wanted to do. Dawn had actually risen to her feet when they both turned towards her. She gasped as she got a look at Aidan’s companion and sank slowly back into her chair. This was obviously not Seela.
This was a god. “Christ Jesus,” exclaimed Peggy, obviously seeing the man, too. “Where the hell do these guys keeping coming from?” “Is that…Orlan Felton?” Sam plucked at Dawn’s sleeve. Ignoring her friend, Dawn concentrated on keeping her face blank. She was pretty sure Aidan wouldn’t like it if she gawked, but if this was Orlan Felton, she was surprised he only had one woman with him. Any man who looked like him could manage a harem. Tall as Aidan, with hair the color of snow curling down over his shoulders, the man had a perfectly sculptured face. Her artist’s mind admired the high cheekbones, straight nose and carved chin. His eyes—an unexpected ebony—were slightly slanted, giving him an exotic look. Because he was dressed in the long coat, she couldn’t see any of his body, but if it looked half as good as the rest of him, Dawn knew he would be a sight. The man turned back to Aidan and laughed, and she shook her head. Handsome or not, this friend of her lover’s didn’t make her feel anything but artistic appreciation for his looks. What Aidan did to her was much, much more. She shivered when Aidan looked at her again. His eyes were narrowed as he started towards her. Watching him, her heart started pounding in her chest. He didn’t stop until he stood right in front of her. Then he smiled and lifting her out of the chair, kissed her thoroughly. “Hi,” he said gruffly. “I was missing you.” “We just saw each other a few hours ago.” She sighed, and wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed his chin. “But I guess I was missing you, too.” “Ahem?” Peggy’s loud voice interrupted them. Aidan looked at the dark-haired woman, his eyebrow raised. Then, he turned back to give Dawn another kiss. Manners were forgotten when she was in his arms. “My friend, perhaps you could introduce me, and then you could make love to your lady?” Dawn stiffened, but then giggled, and Aidan had to grin. “If I must.” He turned to Orlan, pulling her with him. “Dawn, this is Orlan Felton. You know him as the master of everything horrifying. Orlan, this is my lady, Dawn.” The white-haired man took Dawn’s hand and bowed low over it. “‘My night has become a sunny dawn because of you’,” Orlan quoted then looked surprised when the other two laughed. “Thank you,” Dawn said, still giggling. “Do you guys both shop at the same quote shop?” Understanding flared in Orlan’s eyes. “Ahhh, so you beat me to the punch, Aidan.” “In more ways than one,” Aidan muttered meaningfully. Orlan smiled. “As you say. But it is still nice to meet you, lovely Dawn. Aidan has spoken of you. I find you intriguing. No woman has ever held his interest for long.” “Damn it, Orlan.” Dawn’s eyes widened. “Really?” She glanced over at Aidan. “Tell me more, Mr. Felton.” “Call me Orlan, my sweet. And what would you like to know about my old friend?” Seeing where this was going, Aidan neatly moved Dawn aside and motioned to the two women sitting at the table. “Orlan Felton, meet Samantha and Peggy, two of Dawn’s closest friends.” The other vampire bent over their hands, murmuring his delight at meeting them. Both Peggy and Samantha were struck speechless until Aidan cleared his throat loudly. “I’ve never seen them unable to talk before,” he remarked remembering their chastising words of earlier that week. “Tell me. How did you do it?” His mocking question brought Peggy out of her daze. “Shut up, Aidan.” She tossed her head and smiled at the amused Orlan. “Sit down. I’ve got tons of questions.” Grinning, he obeyed. He glanced at her black-clothed figure. “Do I have you to thank for this meeting place?” When Peggy actually blushed, he chuckled. “Not my regular hangout, but I have been known to visit one now and again.” Then his pale brows met in a frown. “But I have to say, that DJ is slaughtering the music.” Samantha giggled. “Is that what it is? Music?” Orlan slanted her a glance. “I do believe it would be called that in some societies.”
“Deaf ones,” Dawn muttered. “Now, now,” chided Orlan. He caught Dawn’s hand, and ignoring Aidan’s frown, he tugged her back down into her seat. “My friend,” he directed to Aidan. “Why don’t you go get us a drink? I will take care of all these lovely ladies.” When Aidan hesitated, he laughed aloud and patted Dawn’s arm. “I promise not to touch…much.” “I’ll be fine, Aidan.” Dawn’s face was filled with laughter. “Go on. I’ll watch him watch us.” “You’re sure?” “Positive.” “Now Orlan…I can call you Orlan, can’t I?” Peggy asked, interrupting them. She bent in close to the writer. “I have to know if you are going to do a sequel to The Blood Tells. It was one of the scariest….” Her voice faded away as Aidan left the group and headed across the room. He glanced over his shoulder once to find Dawn’s gaze on him. She smiled and wiggled her fingers at him before turning and responding to something Orlan had said. Sighing, Aidan made his way to the bar and ordered a round of drinks. He was pretty sure they were going to be there for a while. Which wasn’t what he wanted. Knowing he was going to tell Dawn the truth made him nervous as hell. He wondered again how she would take discovering what he was. He’d paid for the drinks when he felt a sudden coldness creep up behind him. Turning—so swiftly he couldn’t be seen by the human eye—he had his hand around her neck before she could touch him. “Seela.” “Aidan. Is that any way to greet me?” Her red lips turned up in a cold smile. “And after the amusing afternoon we spent together yesterday?” Ignoring the remark, he let his gaze move over her. “Doing your Elvira impression again?” His ex-lover was dressed in a long, slinky, black dress with a neckline that barely covered her large breasts. “I thought you would have learned how to dress for the evening.” “Now, dearest, you shouldn’t mock me. Not after all we’ve been to each other.” He shook his head at the tired line. “That was nearly three decades ago, Seela. I suggest you forget it.” “Darling—” the vampiress ran a long nail down his chest, “—I can’t forget it. You were so wonderful.” “I don’t think Orlan would appreciate your comments, and I know I don’t.” She tossed back her long black hair and put her hand on her hip. “What he doesn’t know…” Disgusted, Aidan dropped his hand and moved back away from her. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” “Why change a good thing?” Seela licked her lips, and to Aidan’s fury, he saw a drop of blood in the corner of her mouth. He gave a growl that made a spandex-dressed man standing next to him dart away nervously. “You aren’t feeding, are you, Seela?” His emerald eyes turned to ice. “I’d hate to have to kill you for disturbing my evening.” For the first time the vampiress looked frightened. “Aidan! What a thing to say.” Her blue-eyed gaze skittered away from his. “I’m not doing anything wrong.” He shook his head. “I told Orlan to keep control of you, Seela. I won’t have you scaring Dawn before I can tell her the truth about myself. Your being here has already cost me dearly.” Her lips tightened. “And why should I care about that? She is only a human.” Aidan bared his teeth at her, showing a hint of sharp fang. “She is my human, and I plan to keep her.” Seela’s laughter lifted above the harsh music. “Keep her? How ridiculous.” “I told you and Orlan both how important she is to me.” With a languid wave of her hand, Seela pushed that remark away. “Again…why should I care? I know you, Aidan. She won’t last a month.” Holding his temper wasn’t easy. The fact Seela had a point made it even more difficult. He hadn’t been known for his fidelity in the old days. But he’d changed since they were last together. Since he’d first wandered into the world of the brethren. It had been several decades after he’d turned. Normally a loner, Aidan had been starved for knowledge about who and what he’d become. Aithne couldn’t help him this time, so his searching had eventually led him into a dark and secret society.
Brethren were what the vampires called themselves. Whether you lived apart as Aidan did, or in one of the many flocks all over the world, you were brethren. When he’d stumbled upon them, he’d been unwillingly fascinated at how each of them lived their lives. Once he’d discovered the females of his kind, he’d spent many an hour with them and carried the dark memories to prove it. None of them lasted. Aidan wasn’t looking for forever. He was searching for information. And he never got really close to any of them, since his history with his own kind was marked with pain and suffering. But then he’d met Orlan, who was one of the older brethren, and he’d found that not all vampires were alike. Even though Orlan still lived by a more traditional method of seeking out humans for his sustenance, he never took their blood without permission. He could be as vicious and deadly as one of the other old ones, but he had his standards and lived by his own rules. Aidan admired him for that. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said about Seela. She was a predator. One of those who gave all vampires a bad name. But he hadn’t known that at first. Had only seen what a beautiful woman she was. Her passion had matched his own, and for a while they’d enjoyed each other. Until the night he’d found her in the bedroom of his house feasting on a human she’d killed. If it hadn’t been for Orlan, Aidan would have destroyed her where she stood. As it was, he was so sickened by what his lover had done, he left his own home and never returned. He put her out of his mind, and that was the last dealing he had with any of the brethren. Except Orlan. They’d remained friends over the years and often visited each other. While he didn’t trust the other vampire completely, Aidan knew the man was as close to an ally as he would probably ever have. But when Orlan dared to bring Seela to Aidan’s house yesterday, everything had changed. Aidan had been furious at her presence, and the two men had almost come to blows. It was only when Orlan had apologized profusely for his mistake that Aidan had calmed down. It had been all their bad luck that Dawn had arrived in the middle of the visit. A few more minutes and the other vampires would have been gone, and there wouldn’t have been a problem. “I see you’re still easily distracted.” The words were hissed at him as Seela’s eyes flared with anger. It was obvious she wasn’t used to being ignored. He smiled freezingly. “I was thinking about Dawn. Something I enjoy much better than past indiscretions.” Aidan handed her the drinks he’d ordered for her and Orlan then picked up the others before facing her again. “But I warn you, Seela. Say anything to Dawn…embarrass me in any way, and I promise you, you won’t have a throat to drink that with.” She tossed her head in seeming unconcern, but the look in her eyes was a mixture of fury and fear. “I’ll be good.” “You better be.” With that last warning, Aidan turned and led the way across the crowded dance floor to where Dawn awaited.
Chapter Nine
When Dawn saw the woman who was following Aidan back to the table, her heart dropped into her high-heeled shoes. Seela was everything she’d hoped the woman wouldn’t be. Tall, glamorous and gorgeous. A perfect match to Aidan’s dark good looks. How could she compete with a woman like that? She was sure Aidan was already regretting coming after her yesterday. What she was feeling must have shown on her face, because Orlan’s hand covered her nervously drumming fingers. “Now then,” he murmured. “You’ve nothing to fear from Seela. The only reason she is here at all is so Aidan can prove to you she is unimportant to him.” Dawn blinked at him. “You read minds, too?” He laughed. “I didn’t need to. The look on your face would have told me as much, if you hadn’t been muttering about it under your breath.” Blushing at her behavior, she shook her head. “She’s so beautiful.” “Yes.” The blond-haired man nodded in agreement. “A virtual goddess. But she doesn’t have your loveliness.” He lifted Dawn’s hand to his mouth. “And unlike your warm heart, my Seela’s is cold. Her heart beats for no one.”
She looked at him curiously. “Then why are you together? Surely, you could find someone that could love you. You’re intelligent and charming and very handsome. Everything a woman would want.” Orlan’s eyes went sad. “You don’t know everything about me. I am not what you think and not an easy man to love.” Sighing, he dropped her hand. “What you and Aidan have is very special. Don’t forget that.” “Am I interrupting?” Aidan’s cold voice made them both jump. Four beers were set unceremoniously down on the table. Looking up at him, Dawn could see he was in a temper. She wondered if it was her or the dark beauty behind him that had caused it. “Easy, my friend,” Orlan said with a chuckle. “I was just telling Dawn here how lucky you were to have each other.” “Did you have to be holding her hand while you did it?” Aidan asked in a disgruntled voice. Without warning, he lifted Dawn out of her chair and slid into it before setting her possessively on his lap. “I warned you, Orlan.” “I gave you my word.” The other man’s voice had turned icy as well, and Dawn shivered. Looking at the two men was like seeing opposite sides of the same coin. Orlan, so light, and Aidan, so dark, yet both extremely masculine and handsome. And both very, very strong. She didn’t want to get in the middle of them. “Before you beat each other up over…her, perhaps you can introduce me?” The mocking comment from the one person still standing made everyone jump. Orlan and Aidan nodded imperceptibly to each other and relaxed. Almost unwillingly, Dawn lifted her gaze to the woman next to the table. For a moment, she was almost sorry for Seela. It was obvious that neither Aidan or Orlan had even thought of her. Then the woman’s lip curled, and she looked down her aristocratic nose at Dawn. Suddenly, Dawn didn’t feel so bad for her anymore. “I suppose you’re Dawn?” Giving a little sniff, she slid into the one empty chair between Orlan and Samantha. “All this fuss about someone like you?” She let out a trill of laughter, the same one Dawn recognized from the loft the night before. “Someone like me?” Dawn couldn’t help but ask. Seela gave a mocking smile, which faltered a bit when she glanced at Aidan’s hard face. “All I meant was…you aren’t his normal type.” “And you are?” Peggy put in, her mascaraed eyes narrowing in anger. “Funny. She’s the one sitting on his lap.” “Peggy!” Dawn blushed, but relaxed when Aidan rumbled out a soft laugh. “It is as you say, Peggy.” Aidan smiled at the goth-looking woman. “She is exactly my type and is in my lap. And I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.” Dawn relaxed even more at his words. Leaning back against Aidan’s hard chest, she nipped at his chin. “I can speak for myself.” His hands tightened. “Then what say you?” Unable to help herself, Dawn pulled his dark head down to hers and kissed him passionately. By the time she was done her heart was pounding. “D-Does that answer your question?” Aidan cleared his throat and met the eyes of a grinning Orlan. “I think that puts my mind at ease.” “I think I’m going to be sick.” Samantha grabbed an empty ashtray and handed it to Seela, who’d spoken. “Do it in this, okay? And make sure you don’t get any of it on the table. We’re enjoying ourselves here.” The group laughed as Seela looked sour. Ignoring his companion, Orlan looked over to Sam. “I hear you’re a writer. Tell me about your work.” As the conversation flowed around them, Aidan pulled Dawn back against him and spoke quietly. “What were you and Orlan talking about?” He knew he sounded jealous, but he couldn’t help it. “Actually, we were talking about you and me,” she whispered as she stroked a finger down his arm and smiled ruefully. “I didn’t like the way Seela looked. She is so beautiful.” “You are much more to my taste.” Dawn sighed. “An elf…I know. Orlan told me. But I’ve always wanted to look like Seela. So elegant and lovely.” Aidan was pretty sure Seela’s paranormal hearing was picking up their conversation by the way she was preening. He decided to make the most of it. “Why would you want to look so overdone and vulgar? Seela always looks like she’s spent a little too much
time in a brothel for my tastes.” At the vampiress’ flush of anger, he knew he’d been correct. Served her right for eavesdropping. He went on, putting his old lover out of his mind. “I’d rather have the freshness of a forest elf than someone who got her looks from a cosmetic bottle. A faerie creature is what you reminded me of at first, and that uniqueness is what drew me to you. I see no reason to change my mind now.” Dawn’s pleased smile showed him he’d made her feel better. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He caught her chin in his hand. “You are beautiful to me. You do know that?” Her cheeks went pink. “I…I guess.” “Love, if I had to choose between all the women in the world to be seen with, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d be with you.” Dawn’s eyes filled. “Okay, scratch what I said before. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Aidan grinned. “And I mean it.” He dropped a kiss on her upturned nose and wiped away a stray tear. “But tell me, what do you think of Orlan? I have known him for a very long time.” “He’s sad.” Jerking himself upright, he stared down at her. “Sad? Orlan? What do you mean?” She shrugged and snuggled in closer. “He’s lonely. Oh, he tries to hide it, but I can tell. He’s envious of you.” He wondered if he looked as amazed as he felt. Aidan glanced over at where Orlan was teasing Peggy and Sam while Seela gazed at them with a bored look on her face. His friend didn’t seem sad or envious. “I think you’re mistaken.” “No, I’m not.” Dawn sounded very sure. “Why do you say it then? Tell me, love. I’m very curious now.” Dawn chewed her lip thoughtfully. “I guess I’d have to say he’s lonely because he’s alone. Even sitting here with us, even with Seela as a…ummm…girlfriend, he stands apart from everyone.” She looked up at him. “Kinda like you do.” “Me?” Now he was truly astonished. “I am not lonely, Dawn. Not at all.” “Hmmm,” she murmured. “Maybe not as much now, but I still see it sometimes. You both do the same thing. Hold yourselves away from people. It’s like you’re watching but not participating. You are both alone in a way I can’t really understand. Maybe that’s why you are friends.” Aidan could only stare at her. Was he holding himself apart…away from her? Hardly a breath passed before he shook his head at himself. Of course he did. Until she knew the full truth about him, he would have to. He had no choice. It made him even more anxious to tell her everything and soon. Until he did, they wouldn’t have a real future together. He spent the next few hours thinking about Dawn’s insight into him. The thought she might see him clearer than he saw himself was somewhat unnerving. Even though her actions showed she wasn’t interested in Orlan, he couldn’t help keeping her close by him. He didn’t trust the other vampire not to use Dawn’s compassionate heart against her. They danced, although it wasn’t more than holding each other on the smoky dance floor as the music screamed overhead. Aidan couldn’t be unhappy about the position. He loved the feel of Dawn pressed against him. It was so erotic, her body moving slowly against him, her breasts teasing his chest while her pelvis gyrated gently against his thighs. At times, he thought he might explode he wanted her so much. He and Orlan took turns dancing with Sam and Peggy, but Aidan flat out refused to dance with Seela. He knew it was rude, but he wasn’t about to touch his old lover. Especially not in front of Dawn. And to his surprise he was having a good time. He wasn’t used to sharing Dawn with other people, and his rusty manners showed it. But Dawn didn’t seem to care. In fact, by the look in her luminous eyes she found his possessiveness exciting. He only hoped that after he told her what he was she would feel the same way. Sitting down at the table, he couldn’t help but capture her lips with his. Her sweet smile sent lightning bolts of desire through him. With a laugh, she pulled away. “Animal.” He grinned. “We haven’t tried animal yet, remember?” “Aidan!” Dawn’s face went bright red, and she looked around to see if anyone heard. Sam and Peggy were talking nonstop with Orlan, and Seela was nowhere to be seen. She shook her head at him. “Keep it down, will you?” Laughing, he kissed her again. “Then don’t pull away.”
“I just wanted to tell you I was going to go to the ladies’ room.” His smile fell away. “I should go with you.” Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “I’ve been going to the bathroom alone for quite a few years now, thank you very much. I think I can manage.” Aidan’s face reddened. “I worry about you in a place like this.” Dawn’s heart warmed at his concern. “It may be a dump, but I’ll be okay. I promise.” “Come straight back.” Giggling at his command, she bent and kissed his cheek. “I will.” She left quickly, half expecting him to pull her back into his lap. While she loved his possessiveness, worrying about a bathroom run was a little much. As Dawn threaded her way through the gyrating dancers, she thought about the evening. She was enjoying herself more than she’d expected. While he wasn’t a very social man, Aidan was having a good time, and that made it easier for her to have fun. She wanted to be with him, but her friends were important to her, and she needed to know they would all spend time together. This evening proved they could, especially with the addition of Aidan’s friend. Orlan was interesting, and Peggy and Sam were enthralled by him. They hung on his every word as if he was the only one worth listening to. Then there was Seela. Dawn gave a shrug as she thought of the woman. Orlan had been right. Seela might be beautiful, but she sure was a cold one. She didn’t go out of her way to make friends and had acted bored to tears all night long. Dawn wondered what Aidan had ever seen in her, other than a pretty face. Ducking into the bathroom, she gingerly did her business, not really wanting to touch anything she didn’t have to. The restroom was as gloomy and battered as the rest of the club, and Dawn shuddered to think of the germs lurking there. She was washing her hands when the outer door swung open and Seela walked in. “Well, I was wondering where you disappeared to.” Dawn decided she’d be pleasant, no matter what it took. “The beer, you know. Goes right through me.” “Ummm.” Seela leaned against the dingy counter and stared at Dawn. “You’re different than I expected.” Wondering where this was going, Dawn grabbed a towel and dried off her hands. “What did you expect?” The other woman shrugged. “I don’t know. Someone with more polish. More elegance. But Aidan is very taken with you.” “I’m pretty taken with him, too.” Seela tapped a long scarlet nail against her lower lip. “I suppose you think I came in here to warn you off. Act the scorned lover and demand you stay away from him.” Surprised at the honesty, Dawn turned to the woman. “Did you?” A brittle laugh was her answer. Seela shook her head. “There is no reason to. I don’t need to waste my time. He’ll be done with you soon enough, and I can come see him again.” A slow anger began to rise inside Dawn. “You think he’s going to throw me aside? Why? Just because he left you?” A flare of rage tightened Seela’s lips. “Why we broke up isn’t any of your business. And it doesn’t matter. Once you’re gone, everything will be different. You think he cares for you now, but it won ’t last.” Her blue eyes narrowed slyly. “In fact, I’d be surprised if it lasts the night.” Turning, the dark beauty pushed her way past two women who’d just entered and left the bathroom. Dawn stared after her, nonplused. What the hell had she meant by that last remark? Smiling sweetly at the curious women, Dawn tossed the paper towel in the trash and made her way out of the restroom as well. She grimaced as the music assaulted her ears. It was louder, if that was possible. Even back here in this long hallway the sound was ear-shattering. “Well, it took me long enough to find you.” A man’s voice spoke right next to her ear, and she jumped a foot in reaction. Whirling around, Dawn saw a short, scruffy-looking man with a pale complexion and deep-set brown eyes. His chin was covered with a shadowy bristle, and his brown hair lay long and lank on his shoulders. He was dressed all in black and smelled, incredibly, of dead leaves. Immediately, alarm bells went off. “Excuse me,” she murmured as she tried to pass him. “I’ve got to get back to my friends.”
“But what if I want to be a friend, too?” The man moved in closer, backing Dawn against the wall. “I hear you are giving it out for free.” Fear and confusion swelled up inside of her. “Let me go!” “Now, that isn’t friendly. And here I was told you were a friendly sort to my kind.” Dawn shoved at his chest with all her strength, but he didn’t move an inch. Her breath hitched in real alarm. “I said let me go.” “No chance,” the man growled harshly. He grabbed Dawn’s arm and dragged her backwards into the shadows at the back of the hall. “I’m hungry and you look delicious.” She fought for all she was worth, but her screams couldn’t be heard over the blasting of the music. Her attacker forced her into the darkened corner, and he used his body to hold her there. Dawn pushed against him, shocked at the fact such a small man could be so monstrously strong. Hearing her own whimper of fear fueled her determination to get away. She fought harder as he jerked her head to the side and buried his face in the curve of her neck. His hand moved up her body to cup her breast. The thought went through her that Aidan had been right. It wasn’t safe to pee in this place. Back at the table, Orlan smiled broadly. “She will come back, my friend. Your possessiveness is showing.” Aidan barely glanced at him before looking back to where Dawn had disappeared. “I will take no chances with her safety.” “I know this place is a dive, but, still… You must be careful or your very need for her will drive her away.” The advice had a ring of truth to it, yet Aidan couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. “I can’t help it. I don’t share well.” Orlan threw back his head and roared with laughter. Peggy and Sam, who were dancing with some new friends, glanced over and smiled before returning their attention to their partners. The pale vampire grinned as he shook his head at Aidan. “Please…what vampire does?” Aidan moved restlessly in his seat. “It’s different with Dawn. When she isn’t with me, I feel incomplete, not whole. It’s uncomfortable, so I make sure she is always with me.” “It does sound as if she is your twin-flame.” “Aithne did the reading stating so before we even met. One look at her, and I knew she was the one.” “What about during the day?” Orlan lifted an eyebrow. “What does she think about the fact you won’t go outside?” “Dawn believes I have a light sensitivity. She doesn’t say much about it.” “Yet she is an artist and must live and work in the light. Interesting, that.” Shrugging, Aidan sipped at his beer. “We will learn to deal with it…together.” “I hope this night ends as you wish, my friend.” Orlan stirred his drink and then chewed on the short red straw. His gleaming fangs flashed in the pounding light of the strobe. “I will say I am much taken with her. If you hadn’t seen her first—” “But I did,” Aidan interrupted with a hot glare. “You will remember that.” Orlan sighed. “If you weren’t my friend, I’d rip your throat out for doubting me. I gave you my word.” Shame reddened Aidan’s cheeks. “Sorry. Knee-jerk reaction.” Glancing out at the dance floor, Orlan smiled at Sam when she waved at him. “And I know I said I’d stay away from the others, but—” “Still no. At least, not until Dawn knows what I am. Then she can decide if she wants her friends brought into our world or not.” Sitting back in his chair, the other vampire nodded. “As you wish. I will wait. But these friends of Dawn’s interest me. Especially that one.” Aidan looked out to the dance floor. “Peggy?” His friend shook his head. “No, no. Peggy is a lovely woman, but she holds no mystery for me. I am interested in Samantha. She makes me want to take a second look.” “Really?” Aidan was surprised. “I’d have thought she wasn’t your type.” Orlan lifted a pale brow. “And Dawn is yours?” Inclining his head, Aidan chuckled. “Touché.”
Smiling, Orlan glanced towards the blonde woman on the dance floor. “I’m not sure what it is about her. When I look in her eyes, it is as if she sees the world in a different way. I believe we all amuse her.” “Dawn has interesting companions. They were the ones who brought her to me. They decided she needed to try something new.” A bark of laughter burst from Orlan’s throat. “And you were the new?” Aidan grinned at his friend. “I owe them much for bringing her to me.” “I believe she owes them as well. It is easy to see she is happy with you.” “I hope she is still happy after this evening.” Aidan’s smile slid away as he thought about what he still had to do that night. “But I cannot let her go, even if she—” The scream in his head brought him to his feet. Aidan looked around wildly, sensing the fear, even as he realized who it was happening to. “Something is wrong.” His eyes began to glow as he turned quickly and started across the dance floor. “Dawn is in trouble.”
Chapter Ten
Sickness rose in Dawn’s throat as she continued to scratch and fight at her assailant. He was impossibly strong, so incredibly determined, and nothing she did made a difference. She screamed again, this time calling Aidan’s name as if he could hear her above the raucous music. The man laughed against her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll leave enough for him.” He swept her hair off her pale neck and licked his lips. “I haven’t tasted redhead in a long time.” “You aren’t going to taste me, either,” Dawn shouted. “I won’t let you rape me. Not without a fight.” Surprisingly, he laughed and nibbled at the curve of her throat. “Oh…I might get around to that, but I’m more interested in your blood right now. Haven’t eaten in several days.” Dawn went still. What was he talking about? “That’s better,” the attacker murmured. He licked her again. “It will only hurt worse if you fight me.” She immediately started struggling again. “Let me go! What are you going to do to me?” He barked out a short laugh, before he leaned back and glared at her. His mouth opened, and to Dawn’s utter shock she saw a pair of long, sharp fangs. “Stupid woman. What else? I’m going to feed off you.” The man was obviously crazy. “Don’t touch me! I won’t let you.” Dawn lifted a knee and hit him square in the crotch. Her enemy groaned loudly, but it was as if she’d barely tapped him. She gave a little sob and tried a second time, but he grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her head to the side. “Do that again, and I’ll rip your throat out when I’m done,” he hissed. “You’ve been marked, and I just love to take what isn’t mine.” With a snarl he licked her neck one more time. His fangs bared, he moved in to bite. A vampire…he thinks he’s a vampire. The tips of his fangs scraped at her throat, and Dawn screamed again. Without warning, the man was lifted off her and flung across the darkened hallway to slam into the wall. As Dawn slid to the ground, her hand on her throat, she saw Aidan, his eyes blazing with fury, go after her assailant. He lifted the cringing man and hit him in the face. The man tried to fight back, but Aidan was too strong and furious to boot. He hit her attacker again and again until all that could be seen was blood and torn flesh. Dawn struggled to her feet. She ran over to Orlan who was standing off to the side watching the scene impassively. “Stop them!” He lifted an inquiring eyebrow. “Why?” Her heart pounded in fear and anger. “He could get hurt.”
Orlan laughed. “It is only one man. Aidan needs no help with one such as he.” She shook her head in amazement at the male reasoning. “Damn it, Orlan. If Aidan kills him he could get in trouble.” That seemed to get his attention. Sighing gustily, he pushed away from the wall he was leaning against and strode over to Aidan, grabbing him by the arms. The feral snarl Aidan threw at him made Dawn gasp in shock. “Aidan,” Orlan growled, his face as close to his friend as was safe. “You’re scaring your lady.” The reminder he wasn’t alone brought Aidan out of the killing fog he was in. Turning, he saw Dawn’s terrified face staring at him. Immediately, he dropped the beaten vampire and went to her, pulling her into his arms. “Love…are you all right? Did he hurt you?” He checked her neck and relief flooded him when he saw she was undamaged. She curled into him, her body shaking. “I’m…I’m okay. Mostly just scared.” Looking past him at the bloody man, she shivered harder. “He’s crazy…sick. He was trying to b-bite me!” Aidan was well aware of what the other vampire had been trying to do. There were a smattering of his kind who went against tradition and thought it great sport to feed on one who belonged to another. Either this was one of those, or he was just plain stupid. No vampire ever touched a human who’d been marked by another of the brethren. Not and live to tell about it. Emotion flooded him. The fear, rage and sickness that had ripped through him when he saw Dawn struggling in the corner now came to a head as he held her close. Realization filled him, and he didn ’t know whether to laugh or shout. It wasn’t only that he needed Dawn to feed from. She was his soulmate, his twin-flame, yes. But even more importantly… He was in love with her. Aidan groaned out loud. All this time he’d thought it was just attraction that could be channeled into soulmate companionship, but his emotions went far beyond that. Maybe he’d always felt this way. He didn’t know. All he did know was he loved her…had since the very first time he’d heard her soft laugh. From that point on, his destiny had been set in motion. Holding her even closer, Aidan swore he wouldn’t allow anything to tear them apart. Dawn’s hands clutched at his shirt. “I thought at first he was going to…to rape me. He said he’d been told I was friendly— giving it away for free.” Her eyes filled with tears. “It was horrible.” “You’re safe now, love.” Aidan tried to control the fury roaring through him. Now that he knew the truth, his feelings were even more intense. “He won’t touch you again.” She shook her head. “He thinks he’s a…a vampire. How insane is that?” Aidan’s lips tightened, but he ignored her comment. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” “No. But I don’t understand. He’s got fangs, and he said I was marked or something.” She lifted her eyes, and he saw fear and confusion in them. “He must have seen you with Aidan.” Orlan stepped in with a warning glance at Aidan. Keep your cool, it said. “The bastard probably meant you were a mark—a victim.” “But the fangs. How is that possible?” The writer shrugged. “Cosmetic dentistry? Genetic defect? Who knows?” Dawn shivered again and buried her head in Aidan’s chest. “He’s dangerous. Anyone who thinks you can drink blood needs to be put away.” The two vampires’ eyes met over her bent head. Aidan’s frustrated, Orlan’s commiserating. This was not how Aidan intended Dawn to learn about his kind. Taking a deep breath, he smoothed a hand down her tousled hair. “I’m sorry this happened, love. It’s my fault. I should have protected you.” She gave a hicuppy sob. “I was the one who refused to let you go with me. I never thought…” Her voice trailed off. “I’m sorry.” “You have nothing to be sorry about,” Aidan soothed. He glared down at his fallen foe. “He, however, has a lot to answer for.” Gently, he pushed Dawn into Orlan’s arms. “Watch her.” Striding over, he lifted the beaten vampire and held him against the wall. He spoke softly, not wanting Dawn to hear. “You will not be the first I have killed for daring to touch what is mine. I wonder if you’ll be the last. What is your name?” The other vampire stared at him through one partially swollen eye. “Jasper.” “Then tell me, Jasper.” Aidan’s voice went whisper-soft as he pressed hard on the creature’s neck. “You knew I was here and
the woman belonged to me. Why would you think you could take her without me destroying you where you stand?” Jasper’s good eye closed then opened. “She said you wouldn’t care. She said you didn’t mind sharing. The human would get off on it.” Aidan went very still. “Who? Who told you this? Not the human?” The beaten vampire swallowed painfully as he shook his head. “N-No…not her. It was someone else. I don’t know…her name. But she was gorgeous. Dark hair and blue eyes. Built to…remember. She fucked me in the alley then said if I was hungry to go after the redhead.” “Was her name Seela?” Aidan whipped around at Orlan’s voice. His friend was standing behind him, his dark eyes glowing with a rage rarely seen in a vampire of his age and control. Dawn was standing safe against the wall with Peggy’s and Sam’s arms around her. “Yeah! That was it. I remember now.” Jasper wet his split lip nervously. “Look, I’m sorry about your lady. It was a mistake.” So furious he could barely speak, Aidan slammed his fist into the vampire’s stomach. Jasper gagged and slid back to the floor, cowering into a ball. Aidan barely felt it when Dawn ran over and wrapped her arms around him. He struggled for control as he stared down at the fallen vampire, sickened by Seela’s conniving and betrayal. After a long moment, he turned, gathered Dawn in his arms and met Orlan’s furious eyes with icy green ones. “If I see her—” “You won’t,” Orlan interrupted him. “I’ll see to it that Seela never comes near either of you again.” He gave a brief, cold smile. “In fact, I can promise you she’ll regret both days she was born.” The pale-haired vampire leaned over and kissed Dawn’s tear-stained cheek. “Now, Aidan, take your lady and her friends out of this place. Give them a cup of tea and something decadent for dessert. I’ve got a mess to clean up, and my own…lady to find.” An hour later Aidan’s fury still hadn’t abated. He sat with Dawn, Peggy and Sam at an all night coffee shop and tried to stay in control. The three women were chattering nervously about the club and what had happened, but he stayed silent, caught in dark musings about how his night had ended. He thought briefly about the vampire, Jasper. Orlan would deal with him, and Aidan didn’t much care whether his friend killed him or not. Aidan would have destroyed him earlier if Dawn hadn’t been there to prevent it. As he’d said, no one touched what was his and lived. It was a promise he’d made himself long, long ago. And now that he knew he was in love…it was a promise he would keep with everything he was. Swearing lightly, he gazed across the table at Dawn. She was shaken by what had happened, and it infuriated him all over again when he thought of how close he’d come to losing her. The other vampire could have maimed or killed her. The knowledge he hadn’t protected her was even more painful. Suddenly, his ears caught his name and the word vampire, and his very soul went still. He looked over at Peggy, who was stroking Dawn’s arm as if her friend was a skittish cat. “What did you say?” Peggy blinked at the sudden interruption. “I was just saying it was my fault for taking you all there. If I had known how bad it was, I swear I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near the place.” “It wasn’t your fault.” Dawn sipped at her tea with trembling lips. “We were having a good time until that…that nutcase showed up.” “But, you said something about vampires.” Aidan pulled the subject back to what he’d heard. “Oh, that.” The dark-haired woman shrugged. “I was just saying how crazy it was for the guy to think he was a vampire.” “I’ll bet he’s like one of those guys on the Discovery Channel.” Sam shuddered. “You know…the ones who sharpen their teeth and tattoo themselves to look like a tiger or a zebra or something. Weird, if you ask me.” “But you said something about me,” Aidan prompted impatiently. “What was it?” The three women all looked blank then Dawn’s face went rosy. “It was just a joke.” “Tell me.” She sighed. “It’s no big deal. Just your light sensitivity. When we’d first gotten together, Peggy made a joke about how if we
were in a romance novel you’d be a vampire out to seduce me and take my blood.” She shivered. “Doesn’t seem funny now.” Aidan’s lips tightened, and he fought not to swear aloud. Even though he loved Dawn, how could he tell her what he was now? Damn Seela to Hell! The vampiress had gotten her revenge, all right. He was positive his old lover had tried to get Dawn killed, and if that failed, she’d known the incident would make it almost impossible for him to tell Dawn he was a vampire. He wished Seela was here right now—he’d strangle her in a second. “I thought in some romance novels not all the vampires are bad,” he said, striving to keep his voice even. Maybe he could do some damage control here. “Aren’t some of them the heroes of the books?” All three women looked at him in such amazement, his face went hot. “What? What did I say?” “You read romance novels?” Sam’s voice was so shocked, he couldn’t help but grin. “I’ve been known to crack a few open.” Aidan gave up and laughed aloud. “But I must say, it is rarely.” Only the ones about vampires that Aithne had brought home and teased him with. “Well, honey—” Peggy toasted Aidan with her coffee mug, “—you’re a real renaissance man, aren’t you?” Aidan toasted her back. “You have no idea.” Laughing, Dawn scooted over and laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you aren’t a vampire. I’ve got enough characters in my life.” She winked at her friends. “Last thing I need is a man who wants to bite my neck on a nightly basis.” Joining in the laughter, Aidan’s stomach sank to his shoes. Dawn may not want that type of man…but she had one. *** The next few weeks passed quickly. Aidan spent every moment he could with Dawn, struggling daily with the secret he kept from her. After the fiasco at the club, it was obvious just stating to her what he was wouldn’t work. She’d think he was telling her a bad joke or worse yet, believe he was insane. He thought up and then discarded a score of different ideas and scenarios, but none of them were what he wanted. None would give him the certainty he needed. Aidan couldn’t decide about telling Dawn how he felt, either. Should he tell her he loved her and then tell her about being a vampire, or tell her he was a vampire then give the news about his love for her? Either way was a risk, and the dread of losing her prevented him from taking any steps to bring her into his confidence. He knew he had to. There was no choice, really. If they were to have a future together, he had to tell her his secret. True soulmates had no lies between them. Yet, every day that went by it was harder to tell her the truth. She seemed so happy with him. The last thing Aidan wanted was to see the joy in her eyes switch to suspicion and hatred. If she turned from him, all the light would really go out of his life. He couldn’t bear it. So, he tried to show her how he felt about her. In everything he did and all that he said. He wanted her to know that she was the most important thing in his life. Getting a list of Dawn’s favorite places from Peggy and Sam, he took Dawn to each, one by one. Aidan even rented out The Cottage Restaurant one evening and took her to an early dinner just so she could share her favorite eatery with him. The tears in her eyes when she saw what he’d done made all the hassle of bargaining with the owner worthwhile. And when Aidan heard later the man had decided to open the restaurant on a few select nights to cater to the dinner crowd, he had to smile. They went to clubs, restaurants and galleries, and one night, he drove her into San Francisco and took her to the art district. They walked through a dozen different shops and had a wonderful time critiquing all the unusual art they saw. Listening to her, he gained even more respect for his lover’s expertise. And surprisingly enough, Aidan enjoyed himself. Although he started planning the excursions for Dawn’s sake, it wasn’t long before he realized he was having as much fun as she was. A lot of it was the pure pleasure of being with the woman he loved, but he also realized Dawn had pegged him right. He had been lonely. Other than the few months he’d spent in brethren society, he and Aithne stayed mostly to themselves. Now, he realized how limiting that was. So much in fact, he began worrying about his sister. Aithne needed to go out sometimes, too. To meet people and see what there was to see. More than once, he and Dawn dragged her out with them. Even though Aithne only stayed a short time, Aidan could see she, too, enjoyed herself. He was pretty sure the only reason his sister went home early was because she knew he needed all the time
alone with Dawn he could get. But, just as important as any outing was the way they shared their bodies with each other. Aidan lost count of the times they’d made love. In the six weeks they’d been together, he was sure they’d tried just about every position known to man…and a few that weren’t. He let his body say what his soul couldn’t. Dawn was his love, the one given to him by the fates. He wanted to imprint himself on her so strongly her very spirit would know his touch. And never want to let go. Finally, after so much thought and soul-searching his brain ached, Aidan came up with an idea. A way to tell Dawn what he was and how he felt in a manner that might give him an edge if she panicked. He thought about it for several more days, refining the plan until he was sure it was perfect. Then, he picked up the phone. *** Dawn carefully outlined her lips in the soft peach lip gloss, then wrinkled her nose at the smattering of freckles that no matter how hard she tried, refused to stay hidden. Sighing, she checked the rest of her makeup. This was one night she wanted to look perfect. She gazed at her dress in the mirror, smoothing down the soft folds with trembling hands. It had arrived by special messenger only a few hours ago. A dress, silken lingerie, matching shoes and wrap, along with a note that said simply… Wear this for me. How could she not? Especially when she pulled the dress from the box and saw it. Now, as she looked at herself, Dawn smiled with real pleasure. Aidan had wonderful taste. The dress was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. The evening gown was offwhite, made of the softest chiffon and was as light as a butterfly wing. She marveled at the soft, silky feel of the dress and then blushed at its revealing nature. Two triangles of fabric lovingly cupped her breasts. A double strand of precious stones made from chips of polished amber, went from the top of each triangle to meet and hook at the back of her neck. The chiffon clung to her body, revealing her small waist and gently curving hips, until the cascading, shimmering skirt ended in a dramatic train. Swirls of amber jewels traced their way down the bodice into the full skirt. The back, snugly cupping her ass, draped low enough to show the dimples on her soft skin. Even more revealing was the lingerie he’d purchased. Since a bra was impossible with the dress, he’d concentrated on something else, and what he’d decided on made Dawn blush. A knock on the door brought her out of her heated daydream, and slipping on the amber-colored high heels, she made her way to the door. Her heart pounded. Would Aidan like what he saw? Her welcoming smile dropped away when she saw a stranger at the door. He bowed and gave her a reassuring smile. “My name is Edward. Mr. Aidan sent me. I’m your driver for this evening.” He handed Dawn a note engraved with gold letters. “If you’ll follow me?” Wide-eyed, Dawn lifted her matching wrap from the couch and allowed Edward to drape it around her shoulders. Then, taking his arm, she followed silently as he led her from her condo and out on the quiet street. When she saw the white stretch limousine, she couldn’t help a gasp. What was Aidan up to? Edward opened the door and with a flourish, helped her inside. She almost moaned at the suppleness of the butter-soft leather seats, but then her attention was caught by the single white rose that lay waiting for her. Lifting the flower, she inhaled its heady fragrance, her eyes filling with happy tears. “We have about a fifteen-minute ride, miss.” Edward had walked around and seated himself in the driver’s seat. Closing the door, he motioned to the picnic hamper on the seat across from her. “Mr. Aidan bids you to enjoy yourself.” Dawn opened the basket lid and let out a small cry. There, waiting on ice, was an open bottle of champagne, a dish of caviar and
toast points, and a filled goblet of the golden bubbly. Awed, she shook her head. “I can’t believe it.” Taking the glass, she took a careful sip and then sighed at the flavor exploding on her tongue. She wasn ’t normally fond of champagne, but this was so sweet and smooth, it made her change her mind. The car pulled away from the curb so smoothly, she didn’t even notice as she spooned a portion of caviar on to a wedge of toast. Popping the caviar into her mouth, she chewed, taking pleasure in the salty taste. She’d enjoyed this elegant treat only one time before, at one of Samantha’s book release parties. A smile curved her lips. Aidan certainly knew how to treat a woman. She made a mental note to tell him just that. A note! The note he’d given her! Blinking, she looked down at the missive that still lay untouched under the white rose in her lap. Quickly, she opened it, curious as to what else her lover had for her. My love, I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown rose; ’twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew As is the wand that queen Titania wields. “He’s quoting Keats to me.” She smoothed her fingers over the message and sniffed back more tears before reading on. That is you. As lovely and intriguing as Titania. You are a lady of such beauty and mystery, I could spend a lifetime getting to know you. Your lips remind me of the softest rose, your laughter is as sweet as a melody, and your eyes, with all their colors and moods make me think of a forest glen in the deepest wood. I long to hold you, to make love to you. Tonight, I want you to know how special and important you are to me. Come to me, my beautiful Dawn…let me show you what can happen when two souls are united. Yours, Aidan Dawn’s eyes burned as she pressed the love note to her lips. How wonderfully romantic…how beautifully tender. It was as if Aidan could read her very thoughts, and he’d chosen the one thing sure to touch her dreamer’s soul. She loved poetry, especially Keats’ more passionate works. She’d wondered before, but now she knew for sure. Wiping her eyes, she smiled as her heart filled with the knowledge. He was as possessive and masculine a man as she’d ever met. Adventurous and bold and sometimes overwhelming. But with his open, giving spirit and his enthusiastic loving care, Aidan had succeeded it making her do what she’d sworn she wouldn’t. She’d fallen in love with him.
Chapter Eleven
The rest of the ride went by way too quickly. Dawn nibbled on the treat Aidan had provided, but her mind was lost in the realization that she’d fallen in love. She sipped at the icy champagne while her thoughts tumbled in her head. What should she do now? Loving Aidan may have been unplanned, but it wasn’t unwelcome. The joy filled her heart so full, she could barely breathe. To have fallen in love with such a wonderful man was more than she’d ever expected for herself. But what did he feel about her? Without knowing that, there was no way she was going to tell him anything. If this was a forever kind of love, she would have to be very careful. She didn’t want to ruin it.
She wasn’t surprised when the limo stopped at the wharf. Some of the best restaurants in Monterey were there. But when Edward led her to a small, white launch bobbing gently against a pier, she was shocked out of her inner thoughts. Carefully, she climbed aboard and was taken to a safe seat where she could watch the spray as it tossed against the boat. The small craft headed out to sea, and Dawn’s curiosity went into overdrive. Where was she being taken? The answer came a few minutes later when they drew up alongside a huge yacht. As elegant as the car that had picked her up, Dawn couldn’t help but stare at it in surprise. It was at least one hundred feet long, with shining railings and a polished wooden deck. It had more windows than she could count, and it was easily the richest looking ship in the bay. A gangplank was struck, and Dawn was helped over. As she stepped on board the yacht a musical whistle sounded. A moment later Aidan appeared, his handsome face welcoming as he held out his arms. He was elegant, and oh-so handsome in his black tailored tuxedo. “Dawn!” Forgetting the dress, the limo and the fancy yacht, she gave a little cry and launched herself at the place she most wanted to be. His arms. “I missed you,” he murmured cradling her tightly against him. “Never has the day seemed so long.” “I missed you, too.” Dawn lifted her face for a kiss, and he obliged her, kissing her so deeply her knees gave way. Holding her close, he cradled her face in his hands. “You enjoyed your ride?” She nodded, unaware how her eyes were shining. “It was wonderful. The car, the food, the wine. All of it.” “And the rose?” Holding the blossom up, she let him breathe in the beautiful scent. “I still have it. It’s lovely.” “So are you.” “Aidan,” she had to ask, “why have you done this? It’s fantastic, and I’m so happy, but it’s all so expensive.” His burst of laughter made her blink. “Love,” he responded, dropping a kiss on her nose. “I have more than enough money to treat you to this special night. Please… allow me.” She stared up at him, torn between curiosity and concern. A breeze lifted her hair, and she shivered. Aidan’s chest rumbled with laughter as he picked her up in his arms. “If you are wearing the dress I sent you, I think being out on the deck will be too cool for you. We can have drinks in the front lounge before it is time for dinner.” Turning, he stepped back through the doors. As he did so, Dawn saw the launch leave the side of the ship and head back into the port. “Why are they leaving?” “Because I want to be alone with you. Here…away from all worries. They will be back before the sun rises to ferry us home. Until then—” he waggled his eyebrows at her, “—we’re all alone.” A blush touched her cheeks. “All alone?” He kissed her. “Yes, love. All alone.” They walked back down a short narrow passageway, and then Aidan pushed open a large wooden door with his shoulder. Dawn’s mouth fell open. “Oh, my God.” Chuckling again, he allowed her to stand. She looked around, her eyes wide with appreciation. “Do people really live like this?” Aidan grinned as he walked over to the teakwood bar and poured each of them a before-dinner drink. “They do.” Shaking her head, Dawn gazed around her. What Aidan called the front lounge was the room at the bow of the ship. Her whole apartment could have fit in it and had room for Aidan’s besides. Thick, cream colored carpet covered the floor, and matching curtains flowed from heavy rods near the ceiling to the cabinets that reached all the way around the room beneath the large windows. The colors were so subtly rich, Dawn was suddenly afraid to move in case she’d mess something up. Where Aidan stood near one wall was the bar, polished to such a bright shine, Dawn was sure she could see the freckles on her nose reflected in it, even from where she was standing. In the center of the room sat a long beige couch and two deep, comfortable arm chairs. There was even a gas fire burning brightly in the middle. “Take off your wrap. I want to see what you look like in that dress.” She blushed fiercely but obeyed, allowing the shawl to drop to the floor. Slowly, she turned in a circle before lifting her head to look into his eyes.
The heat burning there made her catch her breath. “Aidan,” she murmured. “I knew you would be beautiful, but I had no idea.” He gazed at her, desire tightening his features so he looked almost predatory. “You are exquisite.” “It’s the dress.” Aidan put down the drinks and crossed to her. “The dress is nice, yes, but it is only a setting. You are the jewel that gives it its beauty.” A part of her relaxed she hadn’t even known was tense. She’d hoped that Aidan would like it. Now she knew he did. “Thank you. You always know just what to say.” The whispered words hit Aidan hard. How he wished that were true. He might know how to sweet-talk his lover, but when it came to telling her the truth about himself, he’d been a coward. In fact, he was so afraid of how she’d react, he’d marooned them out on this yacht he’d rented so she couldn’t run from him. Shaking his head, he lifted her hands to his lips. “I wish that were true, love. But I am an imperfect man—one who cares for you very much.” “Then I guess you didn’t bring me out here to dump me?” He jerked in surprise, but then realized she was teasing him. Letting out a dramatic sigh, he kissed her hands and then her soft lips. “Sit down, love.” Dawn sank down on the couch, sighing at the softness of the cushions. “Guess I’m showing my unworldliness, huh?” Handing her a drink, he laughed. “It is a very attractive trait.” “I guess.” Aidan sat next to her, sliding his arm around her shoulders. “Trust me, love. I have seen much, and your innocence and pleasure in the world around you is one of the reasons I care. Don’t ever change…please.” Her pinkened cheeks showed her pleasure at his compliment. “I’m usually pretty comfortable in my skin, but it is important for me to know you like me for who I am.” His chest tightened. If only she knew how important that was for him as well. “I want you to care for me in the same way.” Dawn touched his cheek. “I do, Aidan. You’ve become the most important person in my life.” Emotion filled him at her words. Maybe it would be all right. He caught her hand and pressed his lips to it. “As are you. More important than anything I have ever known. You must believe that.” Her brows rose at his intensity. “I think I do. At least I’m trying.” His green eyes captured hers. “I want to be more important than your friends, your family…even your art.” “Aidan.” Her lips trembled out his name. “You want so much.” “I will give the same to you. This I swear.” He knew he was pushing too hard, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. If she didn’t understand how important she was to him, how could he convince her she was more to him than just a nightly meal? “I know it will take time, but I hope that someday you will feel as I do.” When her shoulders relaxed, Aidan knew he’d done the right thing in taking a step back. He’d laid the foundation, now it was time to woo his lady. He kissed her brow. “Are you hungry?” She smiled. “A little. But the champagne and caviar took the edge off.” Rising to his feet, he walked over to a console near the bar. He pressed a button, and the room was filled with the soft sounds of weeping violins. Stepping back to her, he took both their drinks and set them down. “Then if you aren’t hungry…perhaps a dance?” “I would love to dance with you.” Smiling, Aidan swept her into his arms. He loved dancing with her, too. From the very first night, their bodies had fit perfectly together as they swayed to the music. His hand stroked down her naked back to the curve of her butt and rested there, pulling her close enough she felt his need for her. Her quick indrawn breath told him he’d been successful. He moved with her, slowly in a circle, allowing the music to flow over him. Dawn relaxed even more in his arms as he brushed his lips over the top of her hair. They stayed silent, both just enjoying being in each other’s arms. The music had switched over to a soft piano solo when Aidan stirred. He kept them circling, but cradled her face in his hands
and began kissing her. First her forehead, then each eyebrow, then her eyes themselves were treated to his gentle caresses. He kissed her nose, each elegant cheekbone and her dimpled chin before he nibbled up her jaw line to the shell-like ears. “Aidan,” she moaned, her hands moving up under his dress jacket to wrap around his strong back. “You make me…so…” She sighed dreamily. “Are you going to make love to me?” The innocent question set off a maelstrom of need in Aidan. He held her close, not moving as he fought for control. “I have this evening planned out. Questions like that do not make it easy.” Dawn couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. He was drawn as tense as a bow, and she hadn’t even really touched him. “Maybe I like making it hard.” There was a pregnant silence then they both burst into laughter. Dawn shook her head. “You know what I mean.” Grinning, Aidan kissed her again. “I do, love. And either way is absolutely true.” Standing on her tiptoes, she nipped at his chin. “I’m glad.” He gave a hard shudder then purposely set her away from him. “I should have known not to touch you. I can’t think straight with you in my arms.” Teasing him, Dawn ran a finger down his chest to the bulge in his pants. “And that should bother me, why?” Grabbing her hand, he took a deep breath. “I have plans for you this night. I won’t allow you to mess them up.” She nodded. “I see. So doing this…” She leaned in and gently bit his nipple through the white silk shirt. “This would be bad?” He shuddered and groaned. “Bad, no. Distracting, yes.” “I like distracting you.” “Don’t I know it,” Aidan muttered under his breath. “But this time, I must insist.” He pulled her away from him and tucked her under his arm. She felt the heat and need pouring off him, but the almost desperate look in his eyes decided her. This night was somehow important to him. She’d let him do what he wanted. “All right, so what’s next?” He showed her. A little while later, Aidan escorted her into a large dining room with a table big enough to seat a dozen people. After seating her, he brought out the appetizer, and they laughed like children as he fed it to her bit by bit. He ate little himself, saying he’d done so earlier so he could spend the time pampering her. While Dawn would have enjoyed him eating with her even more, she let it go and concentrated on enjoying the meal. After the appetizer of gulf prawn cocktail and oysters on the half shell, she sampled tomato-ginger soup and a delicious shrimp and mango tossed salad. She giggled as a shrimp oozed down her chin, but stopped laughing when Aidan lapped it up, sending shivers of reaction down her spine. The main course was twofold, and she groaned aloud when she saw it. Hot, spicy Dungeness Crab—the meat already pulled out of its shell and set in a shallow bowl of warmed butter—plus a delicious pasta dish with olives, baby shrimp and clams over linguine. When Dawn smelled the mouthwatering aroma of the pasta she knew Aidan had gotten the food from Domenico’s, one of the premier restaurants on the waterfront. The linguine was their signature dish. They fed each other, Dawn insisting on Aidan trying a little of everything. And while they ate, they talked. About the city, the places they’d been together, her friends and his sister. They argued comfortably about politics and agreed to disagree about global warming. She mentioned again to him about seeing her studio, and he promised her he would. Dawn desperately wanted him to see her work and as of yet, he’d never been by. Together, they made short work of the meal, and when she finally pushed back her plate, Dawn was stuffed. “I don’t think I’ll ever eat again.” Aidan smiled at her. “So I should throw the dessert away?” She groaned again. “Oh, God. I can’t even think of eating dessert now.” Then glancing at him from under her eyelashes, she smiled. “What is it?” He chuckled. “But you’re full, so—” “Aidan!” His chuckle became a laugh as he leaned forward to drop a kiss on her pouting lips. “What would you say to a three-layer
chocolate cake with white chocolate mousse filling, sprinkled with macadamia nuts and fine bits of Godiva chocolate…topped with a special caramel sauce?” Dawn’s mouth watered even as her stomach cried for mercy. “That sounds so wonderful. But can we have it later? When I’m not so full?” “Your wish is my command.” He stood and helped her stand. “Perhaps we can rearrange part of our evening.” “Oh?” Dawn’s eyebrow went up, and she cocked her head at him. “So if we don’t have dessert, what’s left?” His slow, sexy smile made her knees go weak. “Aidan. When you look at me that way I can’t breathe.” He pulled her to him and carefully lifted her into his arms. “Then you know how I feel each time you glance my way.” Turning, he carried her out of the dining room and down the narrow passageway to a beautifully carved wooden door at the end of the hall. Kicking it open with his foot, he ducked inside and then let Dawn slide to her feet. She gazed around her in awe. “It just keeps getting better.” The room was done in the same creamy shades as the rest of the ship, with wooden cupboards and dressers. Curtains were open so she could see the view. Looking up, she could see a large skylight that allowed moonlight to dance on the large king-size bed. The bed. She gasped as she stepped closer. Her awe at the furnishings was replaced by joy when she saw what Aidan had done for them. A large bouquet of white roses stood in a crystal vase next to the bed. Rose petals of the same delicate color were strewn all over the coverlet, and their fragrance permeated the room. And the moon wasn’t the only light. Aidan had set up candles. Dozens of them. They were freshly burning, so he must have snuck down here recently to light them for her. Her ears caught the moody sound of a saxophone as it played quietly in the background. She turned back to him, her eyes filling with tears. “You did this all for me?” Aidan’s chest squeezed. She was so beautiful. So perfect standing there in the light. Her gown, her sweet face, even the single tear that escaped to run down her creamy cheek. God, he loved her. And he couldn’t wait to tell her so. “Dawn—” “Do you know what this means to me?” she interrupted. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she hugged him tightly. “It’s like you’ve plucked every romantic fantasy out of my head and made it come true. How did you know?” He was distracted from declaring himself by her question. The truth was he had gotten all the ideas right from her head because he could read minds. It was one of the vampiric powers given to him when he became a vamp. All vampires got something different at their turning. Some received the power to shapeshift, some to become invisible and some, a rare few, were given the gift of flight in their human form. Aidan had been given above normal strength and superhuman speed as well as the ability to read other minds. And he used that mind-reading ability unhesitatingly when it came to making sure he was keeping Dawn happy. “I do know you, my love,” he said, not wanting to tell her about his gift quite yet. Later…when she’d become used to him being a vampire. Then he would tell her she’d never have any secrets from him. “You are a romantic at heart. Soft music, candlelight, and rose petals in your bed were easy to guess at.” She smiled. “And do they touch your romantic heart as well? Will you enjoy them with me?” “I will.” He took her face in his hands and brushed his thumbs over her lower lip. “I will enjoy them because you do.” Lifting sultry eyes to his, she licked her lips. “And do you plan to enjoy me as well?” Aidan’s body tightened. “Of course.” Bending, he let his warmth breath feather over her mouth. “And I plan to do it right now.” His kiss was soft and persuasive. There would be time later for passion, but now he wanted her to know the gentle side of making love…one he alone would show her. He licked at her lips, tracing them with his tongue as if she was the rich Godiva chocolate they’d spoken of earlier. Nibbling and tasting the sweet flesh until her mouth was open and seeking his. It was then that he moved to explore her deeply, his kisses searching the recesses of her mouth looking for the delicious response he’d delighted in so many times before. Her moans enflamed him, her sighs invigorated him, but he continued kissing her, deeply…passionately until she all but melted in his arms. His own need pulled at him, but Aidan was determined to give her every bit of loving he had to offer.
Then and only then would he tell her what he was. Hearing her moan again, he lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her kiss-swollen lips. “You are so beautiful.” She blushed, and her arms held him tighter. “Make love to me, Aidan. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you to do so.” He smiled at her obvious desire. “Soon, love. Soon you will be screaming for me to complete you.” Dawn shuddered at his words then moaned again when his mouth captured hers briefly before moving on to the curve of her throat. He nibbled and sucked, and the lacy undies he’d bought her went damp. When he bit down gently, all the burning inside her rocketed straight to between her thighs, and she clutched his head to her in ecstasy. “Again,” she moaned. Now it was him who shuddered, but he obeyed, his teeth biting down just hard enough to give that pleasure-pain she loved so much. Her breasts tingled and ached as more sensation shot through her. As if hearing her need, his lips left her throat. With a flick of his finger, he undid the hook at the back of her neck. The amber beaded straps fell down, but the fabric still clung to her breasts, her pointed nipples thrusting proudly against the material. Her breath caught in her throat when Aidan bent and caught one of the turgid buds between his lips. He tugged on it, growling low in his throat. Heat rushed through Dawn with the force of a lightning bolt. It bounced from her quim to her breast and then back again. She cried out and arched against him. Her knees went weak when Aidan reached up and using his lips, carefully pulled the now damp bodice away from her breasts. The gown fell to around her hips, the soft chiffon rustling like leaves in a wind. And the wind was Aidan. A whirlwind that was intent on making her head spin. She hadn’t time to take a breath when his mouth covered her now naked breast. He laved it, flicking at it with his tongue, before sucking the crown so deep into his mouth half her breast disappeared. It was so erotic, Dawn could only lean back her head and whimper as he treated both breasts to the same delicious torture. All she could do was hold his head against her and enjoy. Dawn did cry out when his hand moved down do cup her mound through the soft silk. The flat of his hand moved rhythmically against her, and the moisture between her thighs turned into a flood. She clutched him to her as she opened her legs and moved with him. When he suddenly stopped, she gave a groan of disappointment. “Aidan…please.” “Not yet,” he panted out, the bulge in his pants testifying to his own rampant desire. “I told you…I have plans.” He made sure she could stand before taking a step back. His emerald eyes gleamed with need and passion. “Take off the dress. I want to see everything.” She gazed at him, her breath coming fitfully between her lips before she lifted her head and smiled knowingly. “You want me to unwrap your present for you?”
Chapter Twelve
Aidan had to grit his teeth to keep from lunging at her. The nibbling on her neck had pulled at his control so much, he ’d had to step back or hurt her with his inhuman strength. His eyes widened when Dawn smoothed her hands up to cup her breasts and then down again to the dress resting on her hips. With a sultry lick of her lips, she gave it a quick push and a wriggle, and the garment dropped to pool around her sandaled feet. His mouth went dry. He’d chosen his own present, but he never expected it to look like… “You are Titania,” he said hoarsely. “My very own faerie goddess.” Her face went pink, but she stepped out of the gown at her feet and then ran her hands up her body to her hair. Wrapping her hands in the long strands, she piled it high on her head and then rested her arms there as well, giving Aidan full view of the body he’d decorated. “Pleased?” He had to clear his throat twice before answering. “Very.” He gazed at her loveliness, his cock throbbing in his pants at the
sight. Dawn’s beautiful breasts were naked. He’d purposely chosen a dress that would require her to go braless. He loved watching her nipples poke out at him when she was aroused. Now, without the dress, they were high and well-shaped, the pink berries begging to be kissed. His gaze moved down to the garter set he’d bought her. It matched the creamy color of the dress, with diminutive panties, so small they barely covered her neatly trimmed mound, and a matching garter belt held together with narrow amber beaded straps. Stockings as light and delicate looking as a spider web caressed Dawn’s long, slender legs, and sandals with the same amber beads completed the outfit. She turned slowly, and he caught his breath at her shapely ass. It was naked, the thong panties resting low on her hips with a single strap disappearing between the rounded cheeks. It took everything he had not to jerk her back to him, rip that minuscule thong aside and bury his aching cock deep inside of her. “Control,” he muttered to himself. “What?” Aidan took a deep breath, praying he could manage his lust enough to make love to her the way he wanted. “I said I need to hold you.” She smiled at that and simply reached out her hands. Groaning, Aidan went to her, lifting her fragrant body and laying her gently on the bed. Her red hair fanned out among the rose petals, and she raised her arms above her head again, posing seductively. “Come to me, Aidan. Show me what else you have planned for me.” He moved quicker than he ever had before. His tie and jacket were tossed aside. He unbuttoned his shirt so fast a button popped off, and then he growled as he realized he’d forgotten to undo his cufflinks. It seemed like forever before he corrected that mistake and the shirt was flung away. His shoes, socks and pants were next, but he left on his boxer briefs. They were needed to help with his control. Stepping to the end of the bed, he looked down at her like a master staring down at his favorite slave girl. She smiled at him and daringly spread her legs so he could see the glistening edges of her soft folds beneath the thong. His erection went from hard to painful in a millisecond. “You’re trying to make me lose control, aren’t you?” “Maybe.” She wriggled teasingly. “Are you going to punish me? I know you have lots of paddles in your store.” “Dawn,” he groaned, thinking of the toys he’d brought for them that night. A paddle was included. “If you keep that up, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She wriggled again. “Promise?” Swearing aloud, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her feet. Bending, he nipped the inside of her thigh, just hard enough to show her he meant business. “No more teasing.” “Is that an order?” He bit her again. “Do I need to make it one?” “It wouldn’t be the first time,” she replied in a saucy tone. “And I doubt it will be the last.” Aidan laughed. “You are feeling full of yourself, aren’t you?” He narrowed his eyes and smiled. “I think you need to be taken down a peg or two.” She batted her eyes at him and looked remarkably unafraid. “Do your worst.” “I think,” he rejoined, “I’d rather do my best.” So fast she couldn’t see him, he moved over the top of her and captured her mouth with his. No soft, gentle kiss this time. This kiss belonged to a man starved for the taste of his woman. His tongue plunged deep inside her mouth, tempting and teasing her without any other touch as he knelt on all fours above her. After a few minutes, she reached up to put her arms around his neck, trying to pull him down to her. “I want you on top of me.” “I will be, love. I promise you.” Pushing her arms gently away, he kissed her, this time briefly, before leaving those delicious lips to taste other parts of her body. Once again, he kissed down her throat to her breasts, loving them with a delicacy and intensity that brought moans to her lips. But he
didn’t stop there. Not this time. Aidan kissed down her body, enjoying the taste of each part of her. He kissed the hollow between her breasts, thinking of the mating mark he would someday put there. His lips caressed the flat of her stomach, and his tongue tickled her bellybutton until she was whimpering beneath him. Down over her hips and longs legs he traveled, using his lips to arouse unmercifully. He wanted to imprint himself on her this night in a way she would never forget. Finally, he moved between her legs, and the spicy scent of her arousal made his teeth lengthen. Wanting her more than he wanted to breathe, he kissed his way up the soft inner thigh until he got to the hooks holding the garter belt. With a quick flick of his tongue, the fastenings were undone, and the garter belt was added to the clothing on the floor. One leg at a time, Aidan rolled the stockings down, kissing the now naked flesh as he went. Patiently he worked, until the only thing Dawn was wearing was the tiny thong that was wet with her sweet juices. Positioning himself between her thighs, he buried his face in her damp mound. Her hands went to his hair as she moaned and lifted her hips. “Aidan.” Ignoring her, he pushed her soft thighs farther apart. He could see the glistening folds of her quim peeking out from behind the thong in the candlelight, and his mouth watered. Holding her legs so she couldn’t move, Aidan traced the tip of his tongue over the wet fabric, feeling her shudder beneath him in reaction. He did it again, this time dragging it alongside the edge of the thong so he tickled the flesh underneath. Dawn cried out at the sensation that shot through her. Her whole body was on fire, aching with love and the passion he ’d wrought in her. Each touch of his mouth made her long for more, and she stood on that slippery precipice between wanting it to go on forever and needing it to end. Now. When his teeth tugged on the thong she was wearing, she lifted her hips expecting him to slip it off her, but instead his tongue slid beneath the saturated fabric to stab into her heated channel. The shock of it made her scream, and her hips ground against him in a whirling tornado of need. Pushing her back down on the bed, he kept at it, delving deeply within her trembling body and then moving so he circled her engorged clitoris with his tongue. Her breasts, her quim, her very soul ached with the need for release. Just when she was sure she couldn’t take any more, he stopped and rolled off her body. Dawn stared at him, incredulous that he would leave her now. “Aidan? Please…I want you.” He looked back at her, his face filled with just as much hunger and desire as she felt. “Not yet, love. I’ve got something else to do with you.” She writhed, her whole body aching for him. “I want you to finish. I can’t bear it. Please, Aidan.” Shaking his head, he plucked one rose from the vase and then picked up a small bowl of pinkish liquid Dawn hadn ’t noticed before. He crawled back on the bed and lay next to her. “Do you remember the feather?” Frowning a little, she nodded. “Now, do you remember vegetable?” Her eyes widened. “What are you going to do?” He smiled. “Something you will enjoy. Lean back and relax.” Once she’d done so, he continued. “Did you know that the rose is one of the most powerful symbols in the metaphysical world? It is used in love spells and healing rituals…in divination and sacrifice.” Dawn watched as he dipped the white rose in the liquid and then gently traced the swell of her breast with it. The strong scent of roses filled the air even more. “The use of rose oil—” Aidan lifted the bowl and smiled, “—attracts love, stimulates sexual appetite and enhances beauty.” He smoothed the rose up her throat and across her lips. “Garden roses attract faeries.” Her heart pounding, Dawn shook her head. “There are no such things as faeries.” “This coming from my very own Titania?” Aidan shook his head. “Are you sure? Stranger things have happened. Perhaps a faerie just died by you denying her.” The thought bothered Dawn, but the rose tracing up and over her nipple distracted her. “Tell…tell me more.” Her dark lover smiled again. “White roses are symbolic of unconditional love, purity and innocence. They are used to show compassion and divine perfection.” Dawn sighed at the rose swept down her side to tickle her navel. “All that in one beautiful flower?” “It is nature’s finest magick.”
The rose dipped back into the oil and then down the valley between her breasts. Dawn concentrated on the soothing aroma, but the teasing petals made it hard to do anything else but wish Aidan would touch her the way she wanted. “Even though they are often given as a gift, folklore states the most powerful roses are those that have been stolen from another person’s garden.” Lifting her hips against the sultry touch of the flower, she bit her lip to prevent another moan from escaping. “And these…are these stolen?” Aidan laughed. “No. These were bought just for you, my sweet Dawn.” He moved the rose down along her calf and up her inner thigh. “I fear there is only one thing in this room that has been stolen.” “What…what is that?” she managed to ask as an orgasm curled between her legs, and her nipples ached and throbbed. “My heart.” Lifting the rose, he traced it across her trembling mouth. “You, love, have stolen my heart.” “I-I-” “Don’t say anything. Not yet. Did you know to discover their romantic future, women would pluck three green rose leaves and name one after each of their suitors? The one that stayed green the longest was her soulmate.” Emerald eyes burned into hers. “What names would you give your leaves?” Dawn’s heart leaped as she remembered the tarot reading. “Right now—” she sucked in her breath as the rose dripped oil down her already wet folds, “—right now the leaves would all have one name…yours.” His eyes darkened at her words, and his mouth captured hers, filling her with heady excitement. She poured what she felt into the kiss. All the desire, the passion and the love. Aidan answered, giving everything he was to her in the only way he knew possible. She had to care about him. He knew it. There was no way she could kiss him the way she was and not love him. The rose was crushed between them, and the scent of sex and roses filled the room. Her surrender marked the end of his command over himself, and with barely managed control, he pulled off her panties and his briefs. Sliding up her body, loving the feel of the rose oil between them, he kissed her again. “Please,” she whispered as she nibbled his lower lip. “I want you inside of me.” He needed no further urging. Her legs parted, and he fit himself to her. His penis touched her folds, and she moaned. Slowly, he eased himself inside, the heat of her making it hard to think. The breathy sighs she made maddened him, and forgetting his plan to seduce and charm, with one plunge, he buried himself inside her. But still, he couldn’t relax. His balls burned, and the vein on the underside of his cock throbbed so hard he knew he wouldn’t be able to last. He managed a few controlled thrusts before the lights started dancing behind his eyes, and his control slipped away. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he began to pound into her as need swamped him. She bit his ear, ground herself against him and exploded, her quim clenching down on him with such force, he gave a shout of his own and erupted into a mind-blowing release. He poured himself into her, stroking her long and hard enough to send her into a second smaller climax before they both collapsed on the crushed rose petals. They lay there for some time, enjoying the feel of each other. Finally, Aidan lifted himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. Her face was rosy with satisfaction, and he touched her mind, hoping he could see what she was thinking. He was surprised when he found it closed. It had happened a few times that evening—ever since she’d arrived on the ship—but he wondered about it now. Was she hiding something from him? Something important, he should know? He could force it out of her. It was part of the gift, but Aidan was uncomfortable doing that. He wouldn’t resort to mind-rape. “Love? Are you all right?” Her hazel eyes opened, and her smile was filled with joy. “Oh, Aidan. Each time with you is like a dream come true.” Then she smacked him hard on the butt just below his tattoo, and he jumped. “What was that for?” He rubbed his ass and frowned at her. “For teasing me. I swear, someday I’m going to return the favor and tease you so much you’re going to scream!” Aidan grinned, unworried. It took a lot to make a vampire such as him scream. A human woman couldn’t do it, although Dawn came close to making him lose total control each time they loved. That did worry him. The memory of the first time when he had lost
it was constantly with him and thereafter, he’d been very careful to pull back before things went too far. “We’ll see.” “It was wonderful, though. Thank you for tonight.” He nuzzled her neck, controlling his blood hunger, knowing the next time he fed from her, he’d rather it was with her permission. As if cued, his stomach growled. Dawn’s eyes widened. “Are you hungry already? I knew you should have eaten with me.” “I did, love. Perhaps I just want dessert now.” He picked a rose petal out of her hair, thinking this would be the perfect time to tell her. She was warm and satisfied, and if he was lucky, a little bit in love with him. “But, I have an idea.” Pulling gently out of her, he wrapped the coverlet around Dawn’s naked body before lifting her into his arms. She struggled lightly before giggling. “What are you doing?” “I think we could use a little air.” And he figured if he had her trapped naked in his arms, on the deck of a yacht in the middle of the ocean, maybe it would give him an edge when he told her the truth. “We’re going outside? You’re naked!” “Have you forgotten we’re alone?” She rolled her eyes at him. “I know that. But it will be chilly. You’ll catch your death out there.” He could have told her some people thought his kind were already dead, but all he said was, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Aidan stepped out onto the deck and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the sea air. Spying a cushioned deck chair, he strode over and sat down, arranging her carefully on his lap. To his surprise, she started struggling immediately. “Dawn—” “There is no way I’m going to be all warm and toasty while you freeze to death. Either wrap this around both of us, or let’s go inside.” Shaking his head at her stubbornness, he did as she asked, unwrapping her quickly, then re-wrapping the big comforter around them both. Even in that short time, Dawn’s slender body cooled. “You better not get sick on me.” She gave an unladylike snort. “I’m not the one who was sitting in his birthday suit.” Laughing, he leaned back, holding her gently in his arms. Dawn snuggled against him and sighed. “Look at the stars. They seem so much brighter out here.” He pressed his lips to her rose-petal hair as her body warmed against his. “We are away from the lights of the city. There is nothing they must compete with so their shining faces can easily be seen.” “It’s lovely. This whole night is wonderful.” “I’m glad you are enjoying it.” “We can’t eat dessert this way.” Aidan burst into laughter. “I guess I’m not the only one who is hungry.” Dawn pouted up at him. “I must have worked up an appetite.” “I thought we could sit under the stars and talk for a while then we can take dessert back to bed with us.” After a moment of thought, she nodded and relaxed. “That will work.” A comfortable silence ensued while Aidan tried to remember how he was going to broach the subject of what he was and how he felt. “Dawn.” “Aidan.” They both spoke at the same time and then laughed. “I’m sorry,” she giggled. “I have something to tell you.” “You do?” Aidan’s body tightened. Maybe she was going to tell him she loved him. That would make everything so much simpler. “I have something to tell you as well, but ladies first.” “Okay.” Dawn’s eyes sparkled as she grinned up at him. “I’ve got some great news. Actually, I knew it a while ago, but I just found out all the details.” Could this be what she was hiding from him? “What is it?” “Well, remember that night I came over and Aithne wouldn’t let me see you?” Aidan’s eyes narrowed. “Yes.”
“I’d come over to tell you the news, but then everything happened, and it didn’t seem so important anymore. Then I decided I’d wait until I knew everything and surprise you with it.” She wriggled excitedly. “Isn’t that fantastic?” He lifted a dark brow. “You haven’t told me what it is yet, love.” Dawn blushed. “Oh…sorry. I’m just so glad I can finally tell you. That night I got a call from an agent who’d seen some of my work. She loved it and wants to meet with me. She wants me to fly to New York and show her my portfolio. And…” Dawn took a deep breath before plunging on. “If she likes what she sees, and she says she’s sure she will, she wants to arrange a show for me. In New York! Can you believe it?” “That…that’s wonderful, Dawn.” Aidan battled the shock of being separated from her and forced a smile. It was wonderful news for her, but not for him. His stomach clenched in worry. “When is this all happening and for how long?” “Well, that’s kinda up to you.” “Me?” “Yes.” Dawn struggled out from under the blanket and threw her arms around his neck. “I want you to go, too!” He froze in surprise, and he could tell she noticed it right away. Pushing away, she looked into his face. “Aidan? What is it?” This was the perfect time to tell her everything. If he admitted the truth, all would be forgiven, and he could go with her to New York. Hiding his vampiric nature when he was away from his own lair and safety was fraught with danger, but once she knew what he was, there would be fewer problems. He wouldn’t have to pretend to eat real food, or be afraid of Dawn or some other human discovering why he couldn’t tolerate the burning rays of the sun. She would help him…hide him if necessary. His secret would be safe with his lover and hopefully mate-to-be. His mouth opened to say he’d be happy to go with her, but before the words could be spoken, fear leapt up in him. What if he told her, and she refused to accept what he was? Now that she had this marvelous opportunity, she might run away to New York, never come back, and he wouldn’t get a second chance with her. That thought was unbearable. He loved her, and he’d do anything to keep her with him. Aidan swore inwardly as all the plans he’d made for the night crumbled around him. So much for his big night of romance and revelation. He couldn’t tell her now. “Aidan?” He sighed, knowing either way he would hurt her. But he was too leery of losing her to leave himself open to that possibility. So he made his decision, again cursing the circumstances that drove him to it. “I’m sorry, love. I can’t go with you.” She stared at him. “But why? We can arrange the trip around your schedule. Francis—that’s the agent—says anytime is fine with her.” Aidan just shook his head, already hating himself for the hurt he was going to put her through. “This is a wonderful opportunity for you, and I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re a big girl. You don’t need me to babysit you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Dawn flinched as if she’d been slapped. Hurt rocketed through her. “I’m not asking you to babysit me. I wanted you to come with me so we could visit New York and enjoy ourselves. A mini vacation, as it were.” “I wish I could go, but…it is impossible.” “But why?” Dawn’s eyes searched his face as if she could see the reason there. “It would be fun, and I’d love to see the Big Apple with you.” “I can’t leave Monterey.” She stared at him. “You’re not making any sense.” “It’s not something you can understand. But believe me, I can’t go. Call it business if you like, but I don’t want you to wait on something this important until I can go.”
“You don’t want to come with me?” Dawn knew she sounded pathetic, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She hadn’t expected him to refuse her. His strong jaw tightened. “I do want to, but in my business it’s hard to know when things will happen. I need to stay close.” A slow anger began to burn in her at his words. It was happening again. Another excuse. Every time she asked him to do something different…out of his comfort zone, he refused. “You own a sex toy shop. Are you telling me it can’t spare you for a few days?” “Don’t pout, Dawn.” His voice was harder than she’d ever heard directed her way, and it brought anguished tears to her eyes. “Let it go. You go and enjoy yourself, and just trust I’m doing this for all the right reasons.” I think my heart just broke. The painful thought shot through her as she turned away to stare at the shoreline in the distance. She shared this triumph with him, the most important thing to ever happen in her professional life, only to have it tossed back in her face. She didn’t know why she was surprised. He’d never bothered to come see her work either, and she’d asked him to come by her condo at least a dozen times in the last six weeks. He’d always made some excuse and then distracted her, usually by taking her to his bed. Was she only a bedmate to him? But why would he lavish all this money and time on her if all he wanted was—as Peggy said— a roll in the sheets? It didn’t make sense, but there were a lot of things about Aidan that didn’t. She’d let them go because she loved him, but this time the hurt was too deep. Her art was too vital to her for him to toss away so lightly. Dawn chewed her lower lip and fought not to burst into tears. She refused to cry. That would be the ultimate humiliation. “Would you like dessert now?” His deep voice made her jump, and Dawn clutched at the blanket as she nodded. Anything was preferable to sitting here on his lap and thinking about what a fool she was for falling in love with a man who wouldn’t take part in the most important aspect of her life. She clambered out the enveloping folds and started naked across the deck to the cabin door. His muttered curse made her chin come up, but she ignored him. Pushing open the swinging door, she turned towards the dining room, but stumbled when the heavy comforter was wrapped around her shoulders. “Here,” Aidan said gruffly. “Go sit down, and I’ll get dessert.” She didn’t even look at him. Only nodded and walked down the short hall, the coverlet dragging behind her. Aidan watched her go, fully aware she was hurt and angry with him. Knowing he couldn’t tell her anything to make her feel better made him feel ten times worse. Was he making a mistake? Then again, the fear of losing her made his stomach clench. No. He’d made his decision. He really had no choice. Turning on his heel, he marched back to their stateroom and pulled on his pants. Silently, he made his way to the kitchen and dished up the special concoction he’d ordered for her. When he walked back into the dining room, she sat in her chair staring out the closest window. Without a word, he put the decadent chocolate cake in front of her then left again, bringing back two cups of coffee a few moments later. They ate in silence, him stealing a bite or two off her plate when she didn’t offer. Her face, usually as open as a flower, was now as closed as one of the rosebuds he’d given her. Aidan’s soul ached with grief, realizing he was the cause. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, love.” He took her cold hand in his and pressed it to his lips. “I’m sorry for what I said. Don’t be angry. I can’t bear it.” She jerked her hand away. “I want to go home, Aidan. Thank you for a…pleasant evening, but I want to go back to shore.” His eyes flared green with pain and anger. “You want to walk away from me. From us?” Her head bent to her plate. “Obviously, there is no us. At least, not as I thought there was. Just let me go home, Aidan. I won’t bother you anymore.” His chest tightened as he realized he’d gone too far when he refused to go with her. He’d wounded her, destroyed something precious. But she was reacting much more strongly than he’d expected. Her anger didn’t make sense. “You can’t mean that! Just because I won’t go with you to New York? Tell me what else is wrong, Dawn.” “Nothing!” She almost shouted it. Taking a deep breath, she hitched up the blanket that covered her nakedness. “Nothing,” she said again, this time more quietly. “Yes, I’m upset because of your attitude about going to New York. I’d thought you’d want to spend time with me. I was wrong.” “You aren’t wrong,” Aidan gritted out. “I love spending time with you. But I can’t leave here. Maybe some day I’ll be able to
expl—” “No.” Dawn shook her head. “I won’t wait for someday. I want to know now.” She finally looked at him, and he drew in his breath at the emotion in her eyes as she went on. “Will you tell me why you can’t go?” Unable to tell her the truth, he stayed silent. Shaking her head, she stared down at her plate. “You don’t understand why I’m angry, do you?” “No, but I want to. Please, tell me.” He reached out and took her hands again. “I cannot bear your anger.” “Tell me, Aidan. What’s the most important thing in your life?” “You,” he answered promptly. She gave him a ghost of a smile. “Besides me.” He thought for a moment. “Aithne, then. My sister.” “And what is the most important thing in my life?” “Hopefully, me.” She couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Besides you.” “Your friends…and your art, I guess.” “Don’t you know?” Aidan opened his mouth and then shut it. Realization dawned. Had he really been so selfish…so completely foolish? “I-I guess I should, shouldn’t I?” “Yes. My art is my whole life…or it was, until you walked into it. I want to share it with you. But you won’t let me. You’ll share your body and your toys, and sometimes, you’ll share what’s important. But not enough. I always feel like I’m on the outside. How can we build a relationship if you won’t let me in?” Finally, he was beginning to understand. “This isn’t just about New York, is it?” Dawn shook her head slowly. “No…it’s about hiding things from me and keeping things just on the surface. It’s about not seeing what’s really important.” “You are important, love. I swear it.” She sighed and looked away, but he lifted her hand once more to his lips. “Please, Dawn. I know I hurt you, but it wasn’t my intention. I am proud of you. Proud that someone wants to display your work. If I could, I would go to New York with you and help them tell the world. I can’t tell you why I can’t go, not yet.” He held up his hand as she started to protest. “It’s complicated. But I will, I promise, as soon as I can. Can you trust me that much?” Dawn stared at the man she loved, his green eyes shadowed by worry, and his face intent and somehow vulnerable. His refusal made her heart ache, but beyond all reckoning she believed he was trying to be honest with her. And she wanted to trust everything he’d just said was the truth. But still, she knew it wasn’t the whole truth. He was hiding something, and he was asking her to give him time to tell her in his own way. She shivered, wondering if this was the beginning or the end of a future for them. Somehow she knew her decision would define her in ways she had yet to fully understand. “Please, Dawn. Don’t make me beg.” Intrigued at the picture of Aidan begging for anything, she cocked her head. “Would you? Beg, I mean?” His face hardened. “Is that what it will take for you to listen to me?” Slowly, she shook her head, realizing the truth as she spoke it. “No. You don’t belong on your knees.” Aidan reached out to cup her face in his big hand. His eyes burned into hers. “Then does this mean you forgive me? You’ll give me the time to tell you everything?” Sighing at the inner knowledge she’d either fulfill her dreams or destroy her life, she nodded. “I forgive you for your harsh words. But—” Her words cut off when he snatched her out of her chair and into his embrace. His mouth came down on hers with a desperation that shocked and aroused her. “You won’t regret it. I promise I will remember what you’ve said, but you must promise as well.”
Breathless from his kiss, she could barely speak. “Promise…what?” “To hear me out when the time comes. Remember all that we are together and think of all we can be. I have to know you will do that.” He was almost vibrating with the intensity of his words, so she instinctively soothed him even as her heart jumped in apprehension. Why was he so worried? “I will, I promise.” “And you’ll listen to whatever I have to say?” “Yes, Aidan,” she agreed slowly. “I will.” Visibly relaxing, he smiled. “Then let me start now by asking if you’ll share the rest of that cake with me.” She blinked and then looked down at the crumbled cake that had been pushed aside when he’d grabbed her. “You want some of my cake?” “It always tastes better when you get it from someone else.” “Like those stolen roses you told me about?” A sexy smile lit his face, and he pulled her down into his lap. “The magick is always greater.” Dawn smiled up at him. This was the man she loved, and they were sitting in a million-dollar yacht eating chocolate cake. There was champagne and a soft, scented bed available, and if she was lucky, he might have a few more toys to show her. She wanted to trust him and believe he’d tell her the truth when he could, so she deliberately set her anger and worry aside. “I thought we were taking our cake back to bed with us,” she murmured as she pulled Aidan’s head down for a kiss. “You promised.” “Can I lick the chocolate off you?” “We’ll have to be careful. Chocolate on the sheets might get us in trouble.” “That’s all right.” Aidan laughed as he swung her up in his arms. “If you’re naughty and spill something, I’ll just have to punish you, remember? And I’ve got just the tool to do it.” *** Aidan paced back and forth in the small living room of his apartment. Catching himself, he stared at the clock on the wall and cursed. It was almost two in the morning. Intolerable. Dawn had been gone for three days, but for him it had felt like three years. He cursed again. A week had gone by since their night on the yacht. After he’d apologized and they’d made up, he’d carried her back to the bed and made love to her all over again. He’d finally showed her what the choice of “animal” meant when he used a special piece of rabbit fur to tease her into yet another climax. Then, when she’d accidentally knocked their dessert over, he’d kept his promise and used a paddle on her. That had been very satisfying for both of them. No more had been said about his secret, but he knew she was waiting for him to talk to her. He’d promised himself as soon as she got back he’d tell her everything. No more stalling, no more fear. When she’d left to talk to the agent interested in her work, she’d been so excited, hoping this was the break she was looking for. Aidan couldn’t tell her not to go, though he still wanted to. He wouldn’t do that to her, not after what she’d said on the yacht. Even if being separated from his food source would weaken him dramatically. The night before she’d left, she’d asked him again if he would go with her. He’d wanted to say yes so badly, the words almost dripped from his tongue, but he knew it was a risk he couldn’t take. Without her knowing what he was, it would be too difficult to protect himself and not reveal his true nature. So he had let her go, making sure he’d made love to her unceasingly the night before. He’d come close to telling her he loved her, but he wanted to share everything with her. All at once. Any other way wouldn’t be fair. He’d fed fully as well, but he knew three days was a long time for a vampire of his strength to go without food. Dawn had been due back earlier in the evening, but then she had called from a distant airport saying her plane would be delayed. So now he paced, waiting for a phone call that would say she was on her way home to him. His stomach growled and clenched impatiently, and his cock was as stiff as a spike. He wasn’t sure which hunger he would have to satisfy first. The phone rang with a suddenness that startled him. He turned and snatched up the receiver from the cradle.
“Dawn?” “Aidan, it’s me.” Her voice sounded exhausted. “Where are you?” he growled. His teeth lengthened and his cock twitched just at the sound of her voice. “I’m at my loft.” He heard her yawn. “The plane was delayed twice, but finally they let us go. It was so late I just came home.” Aidan swore aloud. “I want you here!” “I know,” she said softly. “I just wasn’t sure you’d be up.” He glanced down at the hard-on that threatened to rip out of his pants. “I’m up.” She sighed and then yawned again. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t be awake enough for anything. I’m going to jump in the shower and fall into bed. I’ll see you tomorrow night, all right?” His jaw tightened. Did she really think he was going to be satisfied with that? “I’m going to send something over to help you sleep.” “You don’t have to—” “I know I don’t have to,” he returned firmly. “But I want to.” “You’re sweet.” Aidan laughed, and his eyes glowed in anticipation. “If you think so.” Twenty minutes later Dawn wrapped her long hair in a towel and slid into her silk robe. God, it felt good to be home. Even though the trip had gone well and the agent had been very excited about her portfolio, she ached to be back in Monterey…with Aidan. She’d been as disappointed as he was when it had gotten too late to go to him. Dawn had cursed the late planes and slow taxies, but even as close as they had become, she wasn’t comfortable showing up at his apartment at all hours. Things were still too unsettled between them. Oh, she knew he wanted her. Of that she had no doubt. But could there be anything more? That, she still didn’t know. Wandering into the kitchen, she grabbed a glass of water. Then she walked into her workroom and uncovered the sculpture of Aidan. It was finished, all except the hips, lower legs and feet. She had been putting it off, aware of an almost superstitious fear if she completed the statue, Aidan would be done with her as well. Dawn knew it was foolish, but she just couldn’t help it. She was pondering that when the doorbell rang. Tossing the cover back over the statue, she wondered what he’d sent her that would help her sleep. And what delivery service worked this late at night. The second she opened the door, she got her answer. Without even stopping to say hello, a very aroused Aidan stepped in and swept her off her feet. He turned and slammed the door shut, leaning her against it as he covered her mouth in a voracious kiss. Dawn moaned in delight and surprise. He held her against the door with his body as his hands whipped the towel off her head so he could tunnel his fingers through her wet hair. His mouth moved over hers with barely controlled passion. They were both shaking when he finally came up for air. “Aidan,” she whispered. Her eyes eagerly drank in his drawn features. Maybe this trip had been as hard on him as it had been on her. “I couldn’t stay away,” he groaned. One of his hands slipped from her hair and pulled at the sash of her robe. “I need you.” As exhausted as she was, her body responded to his words. When his hand massaged her breast, she moaned and arched herself against him. That small movement told Aidan all he needed to know. Desperately, he pulled the robe off her shoulders and tossed it across the room. The desire to be inside her was so strong his hand shook as he undid his pants. He didn’t hesitate. When his cock was free, he single-mindedly spread her legs and thrust inside of her. She cried out, and then they both were still as they enjoyed the special feeling of their bodies joined together. “Love me,” she moaned. “I want you so much.” “I do,” he growled, not even realizing what he was saying. “I will.” Cupping her ass with his big hands, Aidan began pumping in and out of her. It wasn’t slow or sweet or careful, but hard and hot and raunchy. The only thought was for that delicious climb to ecstasy. He pounded into her, grinding his cock against her clit. She moaned and writhed as she was pummeled by his desperate motions. Aidan fought a losing battle. His body was already out of control, and he could barely hold himself back from burying his teeth in her neck. As his orgasm grew nearer, he fought the need to gorge himself on her blood. If he didn’t stay in control he might hurt her
or worse yet, kill the woman who was more important to him than his own life. He captured her mouth again as he brought them ever closer to a climax. Her legs suddenly wrapped around his waist and squeezed, and his mind went blank. He gave a shout as his body exploded within hers. His orgasm catapulted her into her own, and she screamed his name as she dissolved around him. It was a long time later before Aidan was able to take a deep enough breath to say anything. His legs shook so badly, he could barely stand, yet he couldn’t help but groan in disbelief over his actions. He had taken her like a drunken sailor on leave. Against the back of a door. Thank God he’d at least kissed her first. “Dawn,” he murmured. “Love, are you all right?” She snuggled against him with a sigh. “Ummm.” She loved it when he was so fierce. He’d only done so one other time. The first time they’d made love. Every other time he’d seemed to be in perfect command of himself. “I hope that means yes.” Kissing his chin, she smiled. “It does.” Pushing away from the door, he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He held their bodies tightly together as he moved across the room. “Where is the bedroom?” Dawn blinked then smiled shyly at him. “To your left.” He had them on her bed moments later. He shrugged out of his shirt, then began thrusting into her with the same purposeful moves he’d done before. “I’m going to make you scream again,” he grunted. “You should have come straight to me.” She tried to move with him, but he held her so he controlled every movement. He adjusted himself so the head of his cock rubbed against her with every thrust of his body. His mouth teased her breasts, and tendrils of feeling began to coil up inside of her again. She moaned, wondering fleetingly how he alone could do this to her. The lovemaking went on and on, until she could barely think. He seemed intent on punishing her for not coming to him, but this type of reprimand was something she didn’t mind receiving. In fact, she hoped he’d keep punishing her for the rest of the night. When her climax hit her, she did scream, but still he didn’t stop. He continued to move deeply and firmly, his breathing harsh in the quiet of the night. She didn’t have time to relax before he took her back up the cliff again. This time, Aidan groaned as she tightened around him. He licked his lips knowing that soon he would have to feed, but right now his body was singing a different tune. As a vampire, he had extra stamina, but she could make him go harder than any woman ever had before. Feelings hotter and fiercer than a firestorm raged through them both as she bucked against him. Her quim milked his cock so tightly he couldn’t pull back this time. He exploded. And as he poured himself into her, he automatically enthralled her. He barely gave the spell time to finish before he swept her hair back and bit deeply into her neck, the mark showing she was his glowing in the dark. Aidan sucked down the life-giving blood, so hungry for her he forgot everything else around him. His body—starving before— relaxed, and he growled in pleasure. He loved the taste of her…the caress of her silken heat surrounding him, and he knew in that moment he couldn’t let her leave him again. If she did, he would surely die. Being connected to Dawn felt so good, he had to fight not to take too much blood from her. When he’d fed fully, he prolonged the joining, but he barely took any nourishment. It was enough just to have his fangs buried in her neck and his cock sunk deep in her warmth. He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he was awoken by a faint itching on his right hand. His fangs were still in Dawn ’s throat as he lay half on top of her. They had been so exhausted they had dozed off in the same position as they had made love. Aidan nuzzled her neck, not wanting to remove his teeth. He stretched his tired body, and the itching turned abruptly to a burning sensation. Curious, he removed his fangs from Dawn and looked down at his hand. His eyes went wide when he saw the faint wisp of smoke curling from his knuckles. Jerking his head around, he stared in horror at the window. Daylight poured in through the glass as the morning sun crept into the room. Realization flowed through him. He’d been so relaxed, so pleased to be back with Dawn again, he’d forgotten where he was. Now, because of that stupidity, he could die.
He gave a shout of anger and pain as his whole body began to burn. Rolling off Dawn’s soft body, he slid to the floor, protecting himself from the sun’s deadly rays. Sweat rolled into his eyes as he pulled himself halfway under the bed. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Dawn’s studio had been built to let in the light. An artist needed it to work. The windows he hadn’t given thought to last night were huge and they all faced to the east so they could let in the morning sun. It was only because his hand had been hanging off the bed and caught the first rays that he’d been warned. His stomach clenched. If he’d been any slower, he would have been fried to a crisp as he lay still connected to his lover’s body. “Aidan?” Her sleepy voice made him go still. This wasn’t something he could explain away. He had finally run out of time. Dawn rolled over and looked over the side of the bed. Aidan lay huddled against the side of it as if it were a shield protecting him. “What are you doing?” He looked up at her and something in his eyes frightened her. “I need you to cover the windows, Dawn. Please, do it quickly.” She frowned at him in confusion then remembered his sensitivity to light. Springing from the bed, she grabbed the blanket and hoisted it over the window so the light was totally blocked out. “The other ones as well, love. Do them all.” Obeying, she made sure the other large windows were draped as well. Now all the rooms were as dark as a cave. “Is that better?” Aidan sighed and slowly stood. “Yes, thank you.” “You really should see a doctor about this, Aidan. This is nuts.” Her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed his hand. “My God, you’re burned!” She lifted confused eyes to his. “The sunlight burned you?” He just stood there as still as a statue. The same emotion in his eyes that had scared her before was back. Suddenly, she felt the dripping of something cold and sticky. Even more confused, she wiped at her chest, her face going bone white when she saw her fingers were covered in blood. Turning, she looked in the mirror over her dresser. There, on her throat, were two puncture marks, tiny trails of blood oozing down onto her breasts. Dawn gasped and looked at Aidan in the mirror. She blinked when she didn’t see him. Whirling around, she cried out when she saw him standing in the exact same place behind her. Yet, when she turned back to the mirror, there was no one there. Suddenly, all the pieces fell together. The so-called sensitivity to light, the nighttime only hours, his odd eating habits where he would only pick at the food he would order. Now, she saw sunlight actually burned him, and she had puncture marks on her neck. She turned back around and faced him, her insides freezing in fear and pain. For the first time she noticed the faint traces of blood on his lips. The truth hit her so hard she staggered. Her stomach churned, and her heart raced. Dawn thought of all the nights they’d shared together, and her eyes filled with tears. Aidan, the wonderful, gorgeous man she thought she knew and had fallen in love with…was a vampire.
Chapter Fourteen
Aidan knew by keeping the truth from her for so long he may have lost her. She was looking at him with such horror and pain his soul shriveled in his chest. “Dawn, please…let me explain.” She ignored him as she retreated across the room. “You’re…you’re a vampire!” He nodded, taking a step closer to her. His eyes burned when she stumbled back from him. “I wanted to tell you—” “Stay away from me. Don’t…don’t touch me.” Dawn staggered away, terror etched on her face. “I’ll scream…I’ll call the police…I’ll—.”
“My love…” He broke in quickly before her fear could overwhelm her. “I won’t hurt you. I am still the same man I was last night. I could no more hurt you than hurt myself. You’re a part of me. A most important part of my life and—” “You fed off me,” she interrupted, her words filled with panic. “You drank my blood.” “It is how I live, but—” “You’re like that monster at the club. The one who tried to bite me!” Anger flared at the comparison. “We are both vampires, yes. But I am nothing like him.” “You…you told me he was crazy. There were no such things as vampires. They are only a myth!” “I didn’t say that,” he said quietly, hoping to calm her. “Orlan might have—” Dawn gasped, her eyes widening in fear. “Orlan? Is he one, too? “Yes. But he is like I am. We are different from the man who came after you.” “This is crazy…insane. Who else? Aithne? Seela? No! Don’t come near me!” The shrill terror in her voice stopped him in his tracks. “Aithne isn’t, but Seela is a vampire as well.” “How long?” she asked in an accusing voice. “How many times have you done this to me?” Guilt colored his cheeks. He knew he was talking himself into a hole, but he wouldn’t lie to her. Not anymore. “From the first night,” he said quietly. “Every night?” The fear and outrage in her tone made him flinch. “Yes,” he answered. “Except for the nights you were gone. I didn’t feed then. But I didn’t start out to do this. I swear it. The first night we were together, I lost control. Took your blood without meaning to. Once I tasted you it was too late. You were what I needed. What I must have. You’ve got to understand, love. I had no choice.” Dawn’s hands flew to her cheeks, ignoring his pleading words. Her face was filled with disbelief. “I can’t believe this is happening. You can’t be a vampire. None of you can! They don’t exist!” “Please, listen to me,” Aidan begged. He might have only one chance at this, and while he knew she was terrified, she wasn’t screaming and running for the door. At least not yet. “I knew from the moment I saw you, you would be special to me. I was afraid if I told you what I was you would walk away before I could make you see that.” Her eyes widened again. “This is your secret. This is why you won’t let me close. Why you refused to come to New York with me.” She bit her lip so hard, he could see blood beaded on it. “Yes.” “You lied to me from the beginning. You never wanted me. Just my blood.” “How can you say that?” he snapped back at her, forgetting all caution. “I’ve shown you in every way I could, I wanted you.” She blushed and backed farther away. “Don’t make any more excuses! You weren’t honest with me. If you’d cared at all for me, you wouldn’t have lied. You would have told me the truth! Let me decide.” “How?” Aidan paced away from her, uncaring of his nakedness. He ran a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. “Was I supposed to walk up to you at the party that first night and tell you? ” He laughed. “Right…you’d have dashed away so fast your shadow would have run out of breath.” “More excuses,” Dawn spat angrily. “I’ve heard too many of them. We’ve been…together for almost two months.” His shoulders sagged. “I know. I tried to tell you. I swear it. I was going to tell you that night at the club. I wanted you to meet Orlan…to see there were others like me and we weren’t all monsters out of a horror novel. Then that bitch Seela set you up with that other vampire, and I almost lost you.” “She did what?” Groaning at his slip, he could only tell her the truth. “Seela told the vampire you would be willing. He thought you would let him feed. But it was still wrong.” Aidan pointed at the blood-smeared wounds on her neck. “You wear my mark. It is part of the spell of enthrallment I put you under so I can feed and not hurt you. Only vampires can see the mark. It is supposed to warn others off.” “So that’s why I never knew what you were doing. I was enthralled.” She shook her head. “No. I don’t believe it. This isn’t happening. It can’t be true.” “It is happening, love. I tried to tell you on the yacht. Remember, I had something to say, too?” She put her hand to her throat again and slowly nodded.
Aidan took a step closer, hoping she wouldn’t run from him. “I took you out to the ship to tell you everything. I didn ’t want anymore secrets between us.” He sighed. “Then you told me about New York, and I got scared you’d move there to get away from me and…” The words trailed off as he realized just how stupid it sounded. “I was a coward. I was so afraid I’d lose you, I kept my secret even though I knew you deserved to know the truth.” She stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. “I don’t know you at all, do I? My God…you’re a story right out of the movies. What do you do when I’m not around? Swoop down on unsuspecting women in the park? Wait in the shadows until some homeless person comes along and then kill them? “Don’t be ridiculous!” Aidan snapped, his temper rising. “Aren’t you listening to me? Those are all tales out of horror books. I don’t hunt or kill anybody. I don’t need to.” She took a step back, and her face went even whiter. “No. I don’t suppose you do. A man like you can seduce anyone. Make them think you care. Then it’s easy to get what you want.” Aidan swore aloud. “It didn’t happen that way. That’s not what I meant.” “Are you telling me you didn’t seduce me so you could make a meal of me?” Now there was more hurt and anger in her voice than fear. He wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. He growled in frustration. She was twisting everything around. “I seduced you because I wanted you, because I needed you. Yes, feeding from you is part of it, but there is much more.” “Right,” she scoffed. “I’ll bet you tell all your victims that.” “There are no victims!” he roared. “I have only fed from one other.” That stopped Dawn in her tracks. “What?” “That’s right” he growled. He paced back to her. “I am not a monster out of a faerie tale. I don’t sneak up on unsuspecting people and bleed them dry.” His green eyes glowed with emotion. “Until I met you I fed from only one other source, and it wasn’t any girlfriend.” She stared at him for a long moment, and then her eyes widened in sudden understanding. “Aithne.” He nodded. “Yes…when I was changed, I swore I wouldn’t hunt. It was one part of being a vampire I hated. So Aithne became my familiar. She has given herself to me to feed from since the beginning.” Dawn rubbed at the goosebumps on her arms. The emotion in his voice was easy to hear, but the whole concept of him feeding off his sister made her slightly ill. “How long?” “I am young for a vampire,” he answered. “I just passed my first century mark.” She sat abruptly as her legs gave way. “You are one hundred years old?” “Actually, I’m a hundred and twenty-nine if you count my days as a mortal.” “But…but…” She tried to gather her scattered thoughts. “Aithne looks so young. I don’t understand.” He stepped closer to her. “One of the benefits of being a familiar is longevity. Aithne stopped aging when I began feeding from her. She stayed at the age of twenty-four. It was my way of thanking her for giving me life.” She frowned. “But you stopped when you started to use me. Is she going to get old? Could she die?” Aidan smiled. “No, love. She won’t grow suddenly old, but as soon as I stopped feeding from her, she began to age at a normal rate.” Dawn didn’t say anything. Now she understood the sadness she often associated with Aithne. Even though she seemed to like Dawn, there was always that look in her eyes when she saw her with Aidan. “Don’t worry about Aithne.” He gazed down at her pale face. “She has always known when I found the one to sustain me she would have to step aside. She doesn’t begrudge me my happiness.” Dawn shot off the bed like a rocket. She paced over to the covered window. “You haven’t found anybody!” “You can’t hide from what has happened between us.” He stared at her, and his eyes were angry. “She spoke the truth when she read your cards. I am your soulmate. You are my other half. My twin-flame. We belong together.” Her heart pounded. One part of her believed him, but the other was just so angry he’d lied and used her she didn’t know what to think. “I know she said I would have to make a decision.” “You made the decision the moment you gave yourself to me.”
“The decision I made was to have sex with you,” she said, anger in every word. “And then I chose to get to know you better.” She gave a short laugh. “You can see how that turned out.” “Dawn—” “But I didn’t make,” she interrupted, “any decision that said you could drink my blood or make me your familiar. That you made all on your own.” “I’m sorry. Forgive me. Please…you have to believe me. I know I made a mistake in not telling you everything.” She nodded. “Yes, you did.” Turning, she walked over to her closet, and grabbing a dress off a hanger, she jerked it on. Aidan frowned. “What are you doing?” “I’d ask you to leave, but you’d die in the sunlight, wouldn’t you?” His jaw clenched. “Yes. But we are not finished discussing this yet.” She gave a little snort as she slid into her shoes. “You might not be, but I am.” She faced him. “You lied to me, Aidan. You used me. How can I forgive that?” “You can’t just walk away from me.” Two long strides brought him to her. He grabbed her by the arms. “We are connected. I’ve marked you as my own.” Ignoring the real fear she heard in his voice, she pushed at his hard chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain. “Let go. I belong to myself, and I don’t want to be around you anymore.” Swearing, he pulled her hard against him. “I will not let you go.” He gave her a little shake that showed his frustration. “I love you, Dawn.” She bit back a sob. Those were the words she’d been waiting her whole life to hear. And now the man who told her wasn’t a man at all. Emotion swirled inside her, yet she wished she could believe him. Vampire or not…she loved him still. Something inside her thrilled at his words, but then her heart hardened. “Sure you do. How convenient. You love me so much you’ve deceived me with who and what you are.” His lips tightened. “I have never said I love you to any woman before. You dare throw it back at me?” Her heart was breaking. Dawn could hear the pieces falling to the ground around her, but she couldn’t believe him. She wouldn’t put herself through it again. “If you had told me the truth, we might have salvaged something. I don’t know…I mean…you being a vampire isn’t something I can easily accept.” Shaking her head, she shuddered. “Hell, I’m still trying to believe there are vampires, let alone the fact you are one.” Biting her lip, she forced her eyes to meet his. “But I-I loved you, and I would have done anything to be with you.” She loved him, too! Aidan’s hands tightened at her words. The knowledge made his soul soar in happiness. “Then we can make it work. You love me, and I love you.” Dawn shook her head sadly. “If you loved me, maybe…but I don’t believe you do. You don’t lie to someone you love.” Aidan groaned, knowing she was right. “Damn it. You have to believe me. I do love you. So much that I refused to feed while you were gone.” He gave her another shake. “Aithne offered, but it wouldn’t have been the same. And I couldn’t stomach the thought of touching anyone else but you.” Her eyes showed her surprise before they went cool. “It’s too late. I can’t trust you!” “It’s not too late!” he growled. “I told you, I won’t let you go!” With that, his mouth swooped down on hers in a kiss that was totally possessive. He held her tightly against him, making sure she could feel every aroused inch of his naked body through her thin summer dress. She struggled, and he realized the fight was as much against her own emotions as his grasp. Finally, she tore her mouth away. “Please Aidan,” she begged. “Don’t do this. I want to leave.” He gave a throaty laugh, and with one hand he palmed her breast, her nipple hardening beneath his fingers. “No you don’t…not really.” Tears welled in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. Their gazes met, his a furious green, hers a frightened hazel. He bent his head to kiss her, knowing if he could get past the anger everything would be all right again. His lips were just about to touch hers when she spoke. “Palette,” she whispered. He froze in the process of unbuttoning her dress. His jaw clenched as he stared down at the woman in his arms.
“Palette,” she sobbed. “You said it was my safe word. You promised you would stop what you were doing if I said it. So I am. Palette. Palette. Palette.” Aidan didn’t trust himself to move. He’d never been so angry in his long lifetime. He just looked at Dawn with incredulous eyes. “You promised,” she whispered, beginning to tremble in his arms. Realization poured through Aidan. He saw he couldn’t go on. Either way he would lose. If he forced her, he’d break any trust for him she might have left. If he let her go, she’d walk away from him forever. There was no way to win. He made his body relax. Then he dropped his arms and took a deliberate step backwards. He’d want to die if she walked out the door, but he had to keep his word. He couldn’t lie to her again. “I love you, Dawn,” he whispered. He lifted his hand and traced a finger over her quivering lips. “Forever.” More tears spilled down her cheeks. She muffled the sobs with her fist as she backed towards the door. When she got there she swallowed once. “I want you gone with the dark. Don’t come back. Just leave me alone.” With that final ultimatum, she turned and hurried out the door. *** It was much later when Aidan finally moved. He’d been frozen with anguish and regret as if all the life in him had fled with Dawn. Slowly, he moved around the loft, looking for the clothes he’d discarded the night before. As he pulled on his pants, he happened to glance into the workroom where Dawn kept her sculptures. In a daze he walked into the room, glad the curtains were thick enough to keep most of the light out. He could feel it, but it didn’t burn him. Aidan moved among the art pieces, awed by her talent. Again, guilt stabbed at him. She asked him so often to come see her work, but he’d been afraid something would happen to expose him and he’d made excuses. She’d been unable to share the most important part of her life with him because of his fear and selfishness. He touched the bust of a pelican, its mouth open wide for a fisherman’s treat. For the first time he truly realized what he’d done. Aidan couldn’t blame her for walking away from him. He’d justified it to himself, but he had lied and deceived her just as she had accused. He was a coward and deserved what would happen to him. His attention was caught by a half-covered piece that stood nearest the window. Gingerly, he made his way to it and pulled the soft cloth from the sculpture. Aidan’s breath caught in his throat as he saw his likeness carved in the wood. Was that the way she saw him? He looked like a god, his arms stretched to the sky, his face so noble and proud. Every line of his body was lovingly carved, the detail extraordinary. He gave a bitter laugh. No wonder she was disappointed in him. She’d thought he was a hero. A man she could be proud of. Instead, she had discovered not only did he have feet of clay…he wasn’t a man at all. *** Dawn entered the loft half hoping Aidan had ignored her demand and stayed there waiting for her. But as soon as she walked in, she knew he was gone. His presence, that bit of excitement she always experienced with him, had disappeared. She went straight to the bathroom and pulling off the dress, jumped immediately into the shower. She’d done nothing but walk all day on the beach, staring out at the sea. As she washed the sand and the salt from her body, she still couldn’t grasp exactly what had happened. After her shower, as she toweled off, she stared at her neck in the mirror. The marks she’d seen that morning were completely gone. She assumed it was part of the spell he’d placed on her. Her heart broke again. While it had taken her a while to calm down and admit the truth to herself, Dawn didn’t care so much he was a vampire, not really. She had always been open to extraordinary ideas, and while she might scoff at them, she’d often wondered to herself if such supernatural creatures were really out there. So, once she’d looked at the proof and realized that Aidan was what he said he was, it hadn’t taken long to believe and even to accept. What she did care about was she couldn’t trust him. If only he’d told her…then everything could have been different. Closing her mind off to those thoughts, she made her way to the kitchen. She was starving and needed to eat. Passing her
workroom, she noticed Aidan’s statue was uncovered. She frowned. Hadn’t she covered it up before he arrived last night? As she walked closer, she wondered if she should destroy it. It was her best work, but it was based on a lie. Could she handle seeing it, knowing what it represented? Would she ever be able to sell it, knowing how she felt about the man it was modeled after? Her hand froze in the process of picking up the cloth cover. Instead, she slowly picked up the handwritten note that leaned against the statue. Dearest Beautiful Dawn, I wish I could be holding you now, telling you of my love instead of writing it. When I came into your workroom and saw your talent, I finally realized how wrong I was in what I’ve done to you. I didn’t think about anyone but myself when I enthralled you and marked you as my own. Not because I loved you, though I do with my whole heart, but because I was so afraid you would think me some sort of freak or monster. I didn’t give you credit enough. Maybe if I had known you loved me, too…but that is beside the point. I didn’t trust you, and so I deceived you. I’m sorry. What I did was inexcusable. I took away your right to decide and did it for you. I don’t blame you for sending me away. I do deserve to be damned for what I did. But know this: For as long as I have breath, I will love you. Whether I ever see your beautiful face again, or touch your sweet lips, I will remember you. And if you can ever forgive me my foolishness, I will be waiting. Yours always, Aidan Dawn stood for a long time staring at the statue, the note crumpled in her hand. She didn’t have the faintest idea what she should do. *** Ten long days later she stood in front of Don’t Spank the Vamp. Dawn stared up at the storefront, remembering the day she had first walked through the door. She had thought then her life would change…and she’d been right. She was in love with Aidan. And Aidan was a vampire. Neither of those facts frightened her anymore. The ten days away from him had made her realize she loved him enough to forgive the deception of the past. As long as she had a future with him, it was all she wanted. And, if letting him drink her blood gave her a kind of eternal life, then that was just the cherry on top. She hitched the large backpack over one shoulder. She would forgive him, all right, but it would be on her terms. Taking a deep breath, she pushed through the door and into the shop. Her heart pounded. Soon she would be with the man she loved and everything would be okay. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she noticed immediately something was wrong. The bright, cheery displays of stock were undusted, and a few jars of herbs were open and spilled onto the counter. Dawn looked around in alarm. Had the store been broken into? She heard the tinkling of bells in the back room. Quickly, she pushed through the scarves. “Hello?” “What do you want?” Aithne’s cold voice gave notice she wasn’t happy to see her. Dawn looked at her. The dark-haired woman was disheveled and tired-looking with red-rimmed eyes and a pale, drawn look to her. “I’ve come to see Aidan.” “Why?” She thought about telling Aithne it wasn’t any of her business, but she knew she couldn’t. This was Aidan’s sister and the one who had kept him alive all those years he had been waiting for her. In the end she told her the truth. “Because I love him.”
Aithne closed her eyes. Relief bloomed on her tired face. “Thank the goddess. You almost left it till too late.” Dawn’s heart stopped in her chest. “What are you talking about?” Aidan’s sister shook her head wearily. “He has refused to eat—wouldn’t take any nourishment from me or anything else. He’s running out of time.” “I don’t understand.” Aithne touched her hand. “He hasn’t eaten since you left him. He’s starving. If you don’t go to him soon…he will die.”
Chapter Fifteen
Dawn’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, God…no!” This couldn’t be happening. “I swear, I didn’t know he’d starve himself. I thought he’d go back to you.” Aithne shrugged. “When he told me what had happened, I did offer. But he refused. Once he marked you, you are what he needed. The blood of another isn’t the same as that of a twin-flame. Mine can keep his body alive, but his soul would wither away. He said he couldn’t bear it.” She stared at Dawn with dark, tortured eyes. “I think he is trying to punish himself for deceiving you.” “It can’t be too late!” Dawn cried. She grabbed Aithne’s hand. “Is he upstairs?” “Yes. Go to him.” She smiled and put her hand on Dawn’s. “I know you love him, and you’ve made the right decision. He does love you.” Dawn blinked away tears. “I know. I believe I always did. I just had to think things through.” Aithne chuckled. “You are both too stubborn for your own good.” She leaned over and kissed Dawn on the cheeks, the way she’d done the first day they’d met. “Blessed be, little sister. Take good care of him.” “I will,” Dawn vowed, her heart and mind already on the man upstairs. “I promise.” “Then go. And be happy.” Dawn didn’t need a second invitation. She reached for her bag and ran up to Aidan’s apartment. She didn’t even knock but entered immediately. The room smelled musty, as if it hadn’t been used in a long while. It had the odor of dead leaves in the fall. Memory shot through her. That same smell had come from the scruffy, dirty vampire who’d attacked her. Her heart pounded in sudden fear. Was she too late? Did that odor mean Aidan had gone over the edge like the crazy creature at the club? Dropping the bag, she ran into Aidan’s bedroom. There he lay, sprawled out naked on the bed. Tears filled her eyes. He was noticeably thinner and so limp, for a moment Dawn thought she hadn’t arrived in time. Then he moaned and called out her name. Wiping away the tears, she climbed onto the bed and lay down beside him. “I’m here, Aidan,” she whispered. “I’ve come back to you.” There was no response, and she bit her lip in sudden fear. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “Aidan!” she called. “Wake up.” A groan tore through him. “Don’t leave me, Dawn. Please…I love you.” Dawn dropped her head to his chest, her heart breaking. Had her absence done this? Was he delirious from hunger? She thought for a minute, and an idea popped into her mind. Lying back down, she tugged at him so he was lying partially on top of her, his face buried in her neck. Pulling her hair out of the way, she bared her throat to him, moving his mouth so it rested right on her pulsing vein. “I’m here,” she murmured a second time. Rubbing her neck against his mouth, she prayed nature would take its course. He groaned again, and after a few long moments, she felt his tongue snake out and touch her warm flesh. “Yes,” she encouraged, pulling his head closer. “Drink. I know you need me.” When nothing happened, she began to weep. “Please, Aidan. Feed. You’ll die if you don’t. Please.” She rubbed herself against
him again. “I love you, Aidan. I love you.” It was as if those final words broke through his consciousness. He pursed his lips, and she felt his teeth lengthen against her. She shivered, still a little afraid of what was going to happen, but she’d do anything to keep him alive. To bring him back to her. “Yes,” she sighed, holding him tightly. “That’s it. Feed.” Without warning he bit down, piercing her throat. She cried out in agony, but she didn ’t push him away. On the contrary, she pulled him even closer, exulting in the fact he was finally doing what was needed. “I love you,” she whispered again. Aidan wondered if he was dreaming. He had wanted Dawn so many times before, only to be disappointed, he didn’t quite believe she was here now. He’d been so low, so sunk in misery he was barely conscious. He wasn’t really trying to kill himself, but the thought of touching anyone else, even Aithne, made him sick. No one else could give him what was necessary to survive. He longed for one person only. His beautiful Dawn. So, he put it off as long as he could, hoping beyond hope Dawn would forgive him and come back. It wasn’t until he actually felt her next to him that he realized how far gone he really was. He tried to control the bite, but he was too weak to even take away her pain. His tears mingled with hers as he sucked down the life-giving blood. She crooned to him, whispering her love and speaking of the future they had together. That, just as much as the blood he took in, made strength slowly return to his limp body. It would be many days before he was back to full health, but it didn ’t matter. His weakened arms shakily encircled her. All he needed was right here. They held each other even after he finished feeding. He fell asleep in her embrace, the first natural rest he’d gotten in ten days. Finally…all was right with his world. *** They stayed that way all that night and the next day. Dawn gave herself fully to him, allowing him to feed as he needed. She told him she didn’t care if it weakened her. All she wanted was him to go back to being the man she knew and loved. But he was very careful with her, refusing to take too much. He instinctively knew the amount of blood he needed to gain his strength back. As he grew stronger he began to give back to her what he’d been given. Not blood. Love. As he fed, he touched her, loving her with long strokes of his hands. He wanted to show her just how much he cared for her, for the fact she loved him enough, trusted him enough to give herself to him. Finally, after several days had blurred together, he was strong enough to do more than just feed. Rolling onto his back, Aidan pulled Dawn against his chest. “I missed you.” She kissed his shoulder. “You stubborn man. Why wouldn’t you let Aithne feed you?” His arms tightened around her, and he sighed. “It would not have given me what I really needed. And I couldn’t bear the thought. But I would have…eventually.” He sighed again. “I think.” Dawn rolled her eyes at him. “Idiot.” He grinned and rolled her over so he was on top of her. Then his face changed. He wouldn’t hide his vulnerability anymore. “I wasn’t sure you would come to me. What I did—” She shushed him by putting a finger over his mouth. “I forgive you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here now.” Bending his head, he kissed her lingeringly. “I love you.” “And I love you. Enough to be with you for as long as you want me.” Aidan’s eyes flared a hot green. “How does forever sound?” A single tear trickled down her cheek. “Only perfect.” “It will be forever,” he warned. “You won’t grow old. As long as we are together, you will stay this age.” She giggled. “Great perks. A gorgeous hunk to love and eternal youth. What more could a girl want?”
Laughing, he lifted her into his arms. He barely noticed the weight, even though he wasn’t at full strength. “After a few days of sleeping with a man who hasn’t taken a bath in two weeks, how about a shower?” She looped her arms around his neck. “I could go for that.” Her eyes were filled with mischief as she sniffed delicately. “You do smell a little gamey.” Aidan chuckled. “How I missed that quick wit.” He set her down in front of the shower, and his eyes darkened. “Among other things.” Dawn grinned up at him. “You must be feeling better.” “Oh, I think I can hold my own.” He tugged her tank top over her head. At the sight of her naked breasts, his body reacted predictably. She gave a hum of appreciation and reaching out, wrapped her fingers around his erect shaft. “Easy, love. I don’t have the control I’d like.” “I’d like it if you were out of control.” She moved her hand, stroking his hard length up and down. “Then I’d know it’s real.” “It’s real,” he said hoarsely. He cupped her breasts in his hands, then bent and kissed each tip. “I want you more than anything else in this world.” She squeezed him gently. A drop of pre-come appeared on the tip of his cock, and he groaned. She used her thumb to smear the droplet over the mushroom-shaped head. “Then show me, Aidan. It’s been forever since you touched me.” The stroke of her hand almost sent him over the edge. Swallowing, he reached in and turned the shower on before he finished stripping her. Then he lifted her naked body inside, holding her against him as the warm water beat down on them. His hands massaged through her hair, and she moaned in appreciation. Dawn purred under his ministrations as her temperature rose higher. Her hands smoothed up and down his hard back. He was still a little thin, but his muscles rippled as he moved. She kissed his chest, letting her tongue swirl around his masculine nipples. His body hardened under her touch, and his hands tightened in her hair. Pulling her head back, he fastened his mouth over hers as he plundered her lips. They both groaned. Their tongues danced and played, teasing and tasting. Then he lifted his head and nibbled. Her lips, her chin, then down her neck to the wet tips of her breasts. He leaned her back over his arm and covered a breast with his mouth, sucking on it until she cried out his name. Her knees went weak, and he switched breasts, treating the other side to the same arousing sensations as he braced her back against the wall of the shower. Steam rose around them, swirling into curls around their heads as they panted in the heat. Dawn put her hands on his shoulders, and when he hitched her up to his waist, she moaned as his hard cock pressed against her soft nether lips. “I can’t wait,” he gritted out. His green eyes burned into hers. “I need you every way I can get you.” She reached down and bit his bottom lip. “Then do it,” she murmured. “But I get to play my way later.” “Anything! I just need to be inside you. Right now!” Spreading her legs wide, he guided the head of his penis into her heat. They both sucked in their breaths at the feeling. Dawn gasped as he covered her mouth with his and slowly pushed inside her. The memory of past lovemaking made the reality that much better, and her quim tightened around him. He began to thrust, slowly at first and then more strongly as his control eroded. She cried out again as she wrapped herself around him. Her clit rubbed against his thrusting cock, and it wasn’t long before the familiar heat rippled through her. She moved with him, letting herself go completely as the first waves of her climax poured through her. Aidan hissed, gritting his teeth at the arousing motion. A sensuous, loving dance that made their bodies tingle and their souls beat together in harmony. His desire for her grew too great for him to master, and soon he pounded against her in a frenzy of need. His cock throbbed as he felt her convulsions start…felt her begin to dissolve around him. Kissing her hard, he pushed the hair off of her neck. He licked his mark that glowed like the sun in the soft light of the bathroom. “I’m hungry, love,” he whispered. “Will you give all to me?” Dawn smiled. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head so he could have easy access to her throat. His eyes glowed at her surrender. He waited until the heat in his cock burned out of control. His orgasm merged with hers as they both screamed in ecstasy. At the last moment, Aidan bent his head to his lover’s neck and gently speared his fangs into the pulsing vein. Dawn cried out against the slight pain, but this time he used his power to numb it. This time he wanted her to get the full
feeling of what they could have together. As their climax peaked, he sucked hard at her throat, allowing Dawn to share in the erotic experience of her blood being taken. He sensed her excitement increase, and she pulled him even closer to her, giving him free rein to take anything he wanted. They peaked a second time, their groans mingling in the steamy shower. When they were done, Aidan ’s strong legs were shaking, and Dawn could barely move. Her head flopped weakly against his shoulder, and he chuckled as he staggered out of the shower. “I think I need a little bit more rest before we try that again.” He wrapped a towel around Dawn and snatched another one for himself. “It was wonderful,” she sighed. “I can see the headlines now,” he muttered as they both lurched towards the bed. “Man saved from starvation. Killed by sex. News at eleven.” Dawn giggled. “Yeah…but what a way to go!” They fell on the bed, laughing madly. Aidan rolled with her so she was lying on his chest. He gently touched the wound on her neck. “Could you feel it this time?” She smiled slowly. “I felt your pleasure. It was so arousing.” He grinned. “As it was for me.” “Will it always be like that?” Pulling her against him, he kissed her gently. “If you wish it to be. I showed you how it could be if we were truly bonded… mated.” Aidan traced a finger between her breasts. “If you choose to become my mate, I will mark you…here. It is the symbol to the brethren that we are soulmates and you belong to me.” “The brethren?” Sighing, he cradled her face in his hands. “There is so much to tell you…so much you still need to know.” His jaw clenched. “For example…the reason we can experience each other’s pleasure is because…I can read your mind.” Her mouth dropped. “You can?” “Yes. It’s how I sometimes know what you want or how to treat you. I don’t do it all the time, just for the important things. But I had to tell you the truth. I want you to know everything about me. I will never keep anything from you again.” Her eyes widened. “Its how you knew about my all-time romantic date, right?” He inclined his head. “I also use the ability to enthrall you, so when I feed you feel no pain. But I swear…at no other time did I steal your mind.” She chewed her lip as she stared down at him. “You won’t do it anymore?” “Not unless you ask it of me.” “Like when we’re making love?” Nodding, he kissed her again. “If you choose to, when we love, we can sense each other’s pleasure. All we have to do is open ourselves up. Once we are mated and I’ve marked you, it will be even stronger.” Dawn snuggled down against him and relaxed. “I want to be your mate. I think I made that decision before I came back to you.” She smiled. “If you still want me.” Aidan kissed her, his joy complete. “I may not have a beating heart, but know this…I’ll want you long after we both are dust in the ground.” She yawned. “I wonder if we will tire each other out like we did this time.” He arranged himself on the pillow, his eyes already heavy with sleep. “We are both weak from lack of blood and hunger. When we are fully recovered, we will not even notice any fatigue.” She snuggled herself even closer. “Good. Because next time we make love, it’s my turn to pick the toys.” Aidan’s eyes popped open, and he stared in surprise at the woman in his arms. She was already asleep, and sighing, he relaxed and closed his own eyes again. Fleetingly, he thought of the promise he’d made in the shower. Shrugging, he pressed a good night kiss to the top of her wet hair. He wasn’t worried. He could handle anything she came up with.
*** A metallic snick made Aidan jolt awake. His bleary eyes looked over at the pink fur handcuff around his left wrist and then up at the amused face of the woman who sat next to him. “Good evening.” She grinned as she trailed a hand down his naked chest to the waistband of the gray silk boxers he’d put on while she was gone. She’d left him that morning and headed back to her loft to work for a while. He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled at her beaming face. “Where were you?” “I did some work,” she replied. “I was full of energy after our time together and you were asleep, so I sculpted instead.” Dawn reached around to the side table and uncovered the statue of Aidan she’d brought back with her. “What do you think?” Aidan stared at the figure. It was completed, and if he had thought it beautiful work before, now she had totally surpassed herself. His features were so detailed and finely carved he expected to see himself take a breath. The mahogany was polished to a high gleam, and it made the statue look as if it was glowing with life and health. His eyebrows rose as he looked at the figure’s well-endowed genitals. “I think you flatter me, love.” Dawn traced her finger down the statue’s body, lingering on the upright cock. “I don’t think so. After all, I have firsthand knowledge of how it feels and looks.” His face went hot. “And what do you plan to do with this?” She grinned at his discomfiture. “I did have a buyer.” When his eyebrows lifted even further, she laughed aloud. “But I told him no.” She leaned down and kissed him lingeringly. “This was a private commission.” He cupped her face in one large hand. “As pleased as I am that you are beginning to be noticed in the art world, I’m glad this particular piece will stay in my private collection.” He looked again at the figure’s carved shaft. “I find it slightly…intimidating.” Dawn giggled. “No need for that, my darling. I have everything in perfect proportion.” She cupped him through the silk boxers. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” Aidan’s eyes darkened at her bold touch. He reached up to pull her down but his attention was caught by the forgotten handcuffs. Amused eyes met hers. “Just what are you doing, love?” Dawn giggled. “Making sure you keep your promise. My turn to choose our play toys. Remember?” He groaned as he remembered his hastily made promise of the night before. “You took advantage of me in a vulnerable moment,” he accused jokingly. She nodded. “Yup…and I fully intend on making you keep it.” She leaned over him until the tips of her covered breasts touched his naked chest. “Do you trust me, Aidan?” His mouth went dry at what he saw in her eyes. Desire, need, and for the first time he recognized…love. It was a potent combination. He swallowed, hard. His already erect cock went even harder. “Yes,” he whispered. “I love you.” Her smile was slow and full of sultry promise when she kissed him. “Then sit up and let the games begin.” Chuckling, Aidan did so. Dawn took his handcuffed arm and raised it over his head, latching the other cuff to one of the ropes that hung from the top of the four-poster bed. Then she took a second pair of the fluffy cuffs and imprisoned his other wrist, fastening it to the other side of the four-poster. He tested them carefully. It was slightly uncomfortable sitting, so Aidan moved so he was kneeling on his haunches. He faced the footboard, about two-thirds of the way down the bed. “I knew those ropes would come in handy,” he quipped. She blushed. He’d tied her up on more than one occasion. He watched her with eyes that burned, already aroused, and she hadn’t done anything yet. “I have a few things to try,” she murmured. “Some of the presents Sam bought me that first day. I never had a chance to try them out.” “I am a most willing guinea pig,” he teased. Dawn rummaged in the bag next to the bed. When she pulled out her first treasure, she giggled and shook her head. “I don’t
think you will need this.” She held up the banded cock ring her friends had teased her with. She looked at the erection that tented out his boxers. “I think it’s too late.” She reached down, encircling his cock with her hand through the silk. “And unnecessary.” Giggling, she tossed the ring over her shoulder. It landed on the statue of Aidan, circling his wooden cock like a ring on a carnival game. They both laughed. “That’s as close to me as you’ll ever get one of those things,” he growled. He pulled on the ropes. “I don’t need the extra stamina.” “That’s true…you don’t.” She grinned as she moved her hand up and down his silk-covered penis. “You are more than enough for me.” Heat shot through him. “Dawn…” “Oh…we’re just getting started.” She separated the silk fly of his shorts so his erection thrust proudly through. Then she searched in the bag again, this time pulling out a small vial of liquid. “What’s that?” She poured a small amount into her hands. “Oh…you’ll like this. I guarantee it.” Encircling his thrusting cock with her hands, she smeared the fluid from the tip of his head to the hard, turgid sacs that tightened even more at her touch. He groaned at the stroke of her hands. But then, as she massaged the fragrant oil into his shaft, he noticed a tingling sensation. It built steadily until his whole cock burned with fire. He throbbed with the need to come and come hard. “What the hell is that?” he gritted out, thrusting himself against her fingers. Dawn smiled. “It’s cinnamon cock rub. Stimulates the senses.” She bent and licked the head of his shaft, and he groaned louder. “And it’s flavored, too!” Aidan pulled hard on one of the ropes. He wanted to sweep her under him and plunge his hot cock into her. He desperately needed to feel her around him. “Dawn, please.” She crawled up onto the bed in front of him and ran her hands down his hard chest. Leftover heat from the lotion touched his skin. She pressed her body against his, and he shuddered. Taking his earlobe between her teeth, she nibbled gently. “I’m going to do to you what you did to me. I want you to come so many times you won’t be able to stand up afterwards.”
Chapter Sixteen
Desire shot through Aidan at her words. He pulled hard on the ropes again. “Dawn, we don’t have to do this.” “My love,” she giggled as she kissed down his body to his masculine nipples, “you are just learning the lesson of delayed gratification.” He narrowed his eyes as she threw his own words back at him. “I will get you for this.” “I can only hope,” she purred. She continued to lick and kiss his chest until he was groaning her name. Then she licked down his front to the indentation in his belly. There, she stopped and bit down gently. His cock jumped and bumped her on the chin. “Sweet Jesus,” he bit out. “You’re going to kill me.” She bit down hard and then licked it in apology. “You need a safe word, Aidan.” He froze. “I need a safe word?” She grinned and bit him again. “You taught me that. If I go too far, you’ll say the word, and I’ll stop.” He chuckled, knowing she still didn’t understand the willpower of a vampire. What could she do to him that would require a safe word? But she was so earnest he didn’t hesitate. “Statue,” he said, glancing at his likeness beside the bed. Dawn nodded. “All right. Statue it is. If at any time you can’t handle what I’m doing, you know what to say.” Aidan laughed, and knowing he would never use the safe word, he forgot it immediately. “Get on with it, woman. I want to see you make me scream.”
She raised an eyebrow. He wouldn’t be so arrogant when she was finished with him. Leaning down, she took him in her mouth in a rapid movement that had him hissing in surprise. Remembering he had wanted to fuck her like that, she let him thrust in and out of her lips, controlling him with an instinctive skill that surprised them both. The heat from her mouth combined with the fire from the oil brought Aidan to the edge very quickly. His balls tightened as he thrust deep. He groaned and swore at her when she rolled away from him. His cock throbbed visibly. “Dawn,” he growled. He jerked at the handcuffs. “I want you, now.” She laughed, low in her throat. “Now, now Aidan. Where is that perfect control you always have? I swear, sometimes you are in such command of yourself I could shoot you. All I want to do is scream at how you make me feel, and you just sit there and laugh.” She stepped away and stood in front of him at the foot of the bed. “So now it’s my turn.” Dawn gazed at him where he knelt, his arms cuffed to the wood at the top of the bed, his cock thrusting out of his boxer shorts. “I want to make you lose control.” He rattled the metal bonds. “Me losing control is not a good thing, love. I won’t allow it.” She smiled. “We’ll see.” Her hands went to her waist, and she slowly untied the waistband to the coat she was wearing. Holding his gaze, she licked her lips, and then in one movement, she opened the coat and let it fall to the floor. Aidan almost pulled his arms out of the sockets as he instinctively tried to reach out to her. He moaned low in his throat. She just might succeed in killing him. She was dressed in a maroon and black bustier that hugged her breasts, pushing them up so high he could see a hint of the rosy nipples at the bodice. The sheer lace of the garment gave him an enticing peek at the flesh beneath. The edges were touched with tiny black bows and attached to each silky black stocking with a maroon and black lace garter. “Like what you see?” she purred. She turned in a circle, allowing him to glimpse the matching thong panties. When he groaned again, she smiled. Slowly, she ran her hands over her body, cupping her breasts before smoothing down her hips to her silky thighs. Facing partially away from him, she bent over, spreading her legs so he could see that the thong was crotchless. Her shaved lips glistened with wetness, showing him her need for him. “Let me go,” he growled, pulling on the ropes. “I want to touch you.” Dawn crawled up over the foot of the bed, her breasts spilling enticingly from the bustier. “What if I touched myself for you?’ Aidan’s mouth went dry. His eyes widened as she cupped her exposed breasts and rubbed her thumbs over the hardened tips. When she threw back her head and moaned, his cock throbbed with desire so hot he could barely stand it. She moved forward again, coming so close to him he could smell her heat and arousal. Aidan fought for control, thinking for the first time that maybe, just maybe, he’d outsmarted himself. His tongue almost fell out of his mouth when she ran her hand down her body and parted her nether lips, allowing him to see her fully. She inserted a finger into her moist quim, working it in and out several times before pulling it out and then extending it to him. “Want to taste?” she inquired throatily. Aidan’s entire body reacted. He leaned towards her as far as his bonds would allow. Opening his mouth, he sucked the extended fingers into his mouth, nibbling and tasting her heat and essence. He longed to be free. To press his face into her and suck up the juices he knew were there. His teeth even tried to lengthen. Dawn knew he was aroused. His cock was bigger and harder than she’d ever seen it, and his eyes were glowing in the low light of the room. She was as aroused as he. She thought of the sculpture she’d worked on that day. Two figures, tangled together in the throes of passion…appropriately entitled Lover’s Embrace. It would be a tribute to their love…to how they made each other feel. To see him kneeling there now in an agony of desire was so hot she didn’t want it to end. Sighing, she knew that was impossible. Neither of them could stand it. But she still had a promise to keep. She had vowed to make him scream and come over and over again. And she knew just how to do it. Coming up next to him, she hooked her thumbs into his boxers and eased them off his hips. She could tell he thought she was done with him and struggled not to laugh. Once the shorts were off, she pressed her body to his and ran her hands over him. “You are so beautiful,” she breathed. “I love to see you this way. Hard, naked and mine.” She reached down and pulled something else out of the bag and set it behind him. “I think you will like this.” She fondled his naked ass, running her fingers up and down the crease, until he shuddered beneath her
touch. Then gently, she separated his cheeks and found the small puckered hole. “Dawn? What are you about?” he asked hoarsely. He didn’t pull away but helped her by leaning forward. “I read about this toy,” she murmured. “I know I loved it when you used the plug on me. I thought you might like this.” He felt the gentle touch of her fingers around the hole. He groaned as the now familiar cinnamon rub coated his opening. Then he jumped when a small, circular object was pushed inside. She gave him a moment to get used to it before inserting a second one. His lust flared hotter when he recognized what she was doing. “Anal beads?” he moaned. She nodded against his chest as she carefully put in a couple more. “Give them a minute,” she whispered. “With the cock rub, you should be heating up pretty fast.” Aidan shook his head dizzily. He was so hard he ached. The tendrils of sensation from the rub along with the feeling of the balls in his ass were close to driving him crazy. His cock throbbed and jerked, and trails of pre-come slid down his stomach. “Please, Dawn,” he groaned. He tried to rub his cock against her, against the bed, against anything, but he couldn’t move. The beginnings of a climax started low in his balls, and he growled. She smiled, burying her face against his neck to bite down gently. “Do you want to come, Aidan?” He pushed his body against hers demandingly. “Let me come, damn it. I’m going to explode.” Grinning against his neck, she bit him again. Then reaching down, she took his cock in one hand and the string of beads in the other. Moving in a careful rhythm, she began to stroke him at the same time she twisted and pulled on the beads. Aidan jerked at the wave of heat and sensation flowing through him. The low pulse of need in his balls flared into a lightning ball of red-hot lust. Pulling at the bonds that held him, he fought the urge, wanting to last longer, but it was impossible. He erupted, arching against Dawn as her mouth bit down hard on his shoulder, adding to his climax. His seed shot over the side of the bed as he shuddered again and again. Finally, he drooped against his bonds, his head hanging low on his chest. Drawing in deep breaths of air, he tried to get rid of the dizziness enveloping him. Dawn moved away and not long after, a warm cloth cleansed his loins. He shivered with leftover need, but wasn’t prepared when Dawn took his semi-swollen shaft into her mouth. She sucked on him, circling his cock with her tongue until he moaned. “Dawn,” he muttered. “Let me love you.” She shook her head, drawing him deeper into her mouth. It was clear she wasn’t done torturing him just yet. His shaft hardened again quickly. His vampire stamina was coming in handy now. She sucked and nibbled as if enjoying the taste and feel of him in her mouth. When he was thrusting against her again and growling deep in his throat, she pulled away to ask hoarsely. “Do you want to come in my mouth?” Aidan gritted his teeth as another shot of heat went straight to his loins. “I want to, yes. But I want to be inside you even more.” Smiling up at him, she bent and licked his cock. “We have all night for that. And I have one more toy to use on you.” She licked at him again. “So let me taste you. Let me taste all of you.” He could no more have said no then walk in the daylight. When she took him in again, Aidan let go and did what he ’d always wanted to do. He fucked her mouth, deep and long, driving himself as far in as she would allow and then pulling out, taking pleasure in the suction of her mouth and the teasing flick of her tongue. It wasn’t long before his balls tightened and that thrill of pain-pleasure raced up the underside of his cock. He swore loudly. She didn’t pull away, but held him tighter as she sucked and swirled and tasted him. One hand reached down and gently squeezed the turgid sacs of his balls. That was all it took. Shouting her name, he thrust his groin against her. His cock touched the back of her throat as he came again, pouring himself into her mouth. Dawn swallowed frantically. Even though he’d come before, he filled her mouth with the salty liquid as he shuddered against her. She sat before him, taking it all in, before she gently pulled off of him, licking away the moisture, if not the flavor of him. “Come here,” he panted roughly. When she came to him, he covered her lips with his own, and his kiss told her exactly how much he loved her and enjoyed what she was doing to him. “God! I can taste myself on you, and it makes me want you all over again.” He stared down at his twitching member in fascinated wonder. “Aren’t you done yet?” he asked it. Dawn giggled at his whimsy. “I hope it’s not, ’cause there is still more to come.”
He groaned. “Love, you are going to kill me. Vampires have stamina, yes…but more?” “I want more,” she whispered wrapping her arms around his bound body. “I have that other toy I told you about.” She kissed him again, starting at his mouth and working her way down his body. His cock jumped as she moved around behind him, gently kissing down his strong back to where she could nip at his hips and bare butt. She pulled the last of the beads from his behind, causing him to shudder in reaction. Tossing them onto the floor, she bent to grab the last toy from the bag. Keeping the cool, heavy object from his sight, she dragged it down his back and across his buttocks. At the same time, she dropped heated kisses on his shoulders and back, nipping at the soft flesh of his underarms. “Dawn…” he growled, arching his back at her. She could see his cock was again throbbing in need. “Let me go so I can love you properly.” She caressed his butt. “You are loving me properly. You’re letting me have my way with you.” He gave another halfhearted tug on his bonds. “Damn it, Dawn.” Her eyes flashed, and her quim wept, but she wasn’t done yet. Dawn had plans for him tonight. She wanted him to lose complete control, just once. Her mouth watered as she looked down at her lover. He made her juices flow, and he didn’t even have to touch her. She bent close to whisper in his ear. “Are you ready?” Aidan’s mouth opened and closed, but he only nodded. Dawn smiled. She lifted the oblong paddle she’d been teasing him with and ran it gently between his butt cheeks. “Lean forward.” When he did so, she bent and kissed each cheek as if asking forgiveness for what she would do next. Then she pulled back her arm and with a controlled move, swatted Aidan hard on the ass. Aidan jerked against the ropes. His astonishment at what was happening was so great, he didn’t say anything. Again the paddle came down on him, this time leaving a red welt. It shocked him out of his silence. “Dawn!” he roared. He glared back over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” She grinned at him as if enjoying his reaction. “You spanked me. Now I’m spanking you.” She let him have it with another hard swat. Lights danced behind Aidan’s eyes. She had no idea what she was doing to him. His cock went from hard flesh to hard-as-stone in seconds. Lust swept through him with the strength of a tornado. His teeth lengthened, and his muscles bulged. She ran her hand down his back to where she’d marked him. Leaning up close, she whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me when I’m done spanking you. But I want to make you scream my name first.” “Dawn,” he warned in a guttural voice. He tried desperately to remember his safe word. Not for his sake, but for hers. He shook his head. If he’d known what she was thinking, he would have been more careful. Damn it… What was the word? He jerked and growled when another smack came his way. His whole body throbbed in reaction, and he struggled to maintain control of himself. But when she spanked him one last time, down low on his butt, he lost it. Roaring her name, he gave a mighty heave on the restraints that held him. The ropes and cuffs held, but the wood above the bed splintered like matchsticks, falling all around them. Just like that…he was free. He turned on her, his eyes glowing like emerald suns as he stalked her. His cock was red and hungry as he pushed her down on the bed. “Aidan?” Her eyes were wide with awe and a little fear. With one sweep of his hand, he ripped the bustier and panties from her heated body. He didn’t speak when he flipped her over on her stomach, growling fiercely when she tried to wriggle away. With a single desperate motion, he kneed her legs open and thrust his penis deep inside of her. She screamed. In joy and need and lust. He didn’t respond, just held her down with his big body and began plunging into her, his command over himself completely and totally gone. Dawn caught her breath. It looked like she had finally gotten her wish. Aidan was out of control. He thrust against her, grinding his cock into her quim. She was so wet and so sensitive she dissolved immediately, her climax
overwhelming her with just the first few moves of his body. But he didn’t stop there. He thrust again and again, his cock swelling so large she thought he would split her open. Dawn wept, going from orgasm to orgasm without any break in between. Aidan finally groaned and plunged deep inside her one last time. She felt his seed spurt all the way to her womb. At the last moment, he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head to the side. Her eyes widened when she saw his teeth had lengthened even longer than normal. He growled again and buried them deep in her neck. She cried out, amazed to realize it didn’t hurt as much as aroused. He hardened in her again as if the taste of her blood turned him on even more. Dawn knew something different had happened, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was for him to make love to her. With a guttural groan, he removed his teeth from her neck, and she twisted her body beneath him so they were face to face. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she surrendered to his ownership. His growl was deeper and even more possessive as he accepted the gift she gave him. When he kissed down her throat to between her breasts, she instinctively knew what he wanted. Even with what had just happened, she had no fear of him. Arching against him, she offered herself fully. His green eyes flared with so much heat she shivered, but then, all thought disappeared as he buried his fangs in the soft flesh of her inner left breast. Sound and light filled her mind. She could hear Aidan’s thoughts, sense his need and overwhelming desire for her. Tears flowed as she was enveloped in the love that permeated his whole being. He loved her. Her and her alone. Weeping in joy, she cradled his head against her. She was his, and he was hers. Now and forevermore. They were mated. They made love again, yet this time the act was slower and filled with the deep commitment they had just made. But the thrill of him moving inside her was just as explosive. It wasn’t long before her climax curled in her stomach, shooting through her so she screamed his name out. Her orgasm triggered his own, and he shuddered as he exploded deep within her again. He groaned and shook as he collapsed on top of her. Afterwards, they lay there together, feeling like human train wrecks. “What just happened?” she whispered in a shaking voice. “I know we…we’re now mated, but before? What was that?” Aidan stiffened, wondering if he’d frightened her right out of his life. He rolled carefully off her, pulling her into the curve of his arm. “Remember when I told you I didn’t want you to spank me when I paddled you on the boat?” Dawn nodded. “I remember.” “I didn’t make myself clear that night. It wasn’t that I didn’t want you to spank me. It was that you couldn’t.” She frowned and hitched herself up on an elbow. “But why?” “Dawn…” he said, trying to gather his thoughts. So much had happened, his brain was fuzzy. “There is a reason the store is named Don’t Spank the Vamp. Spanking isn’t something that goes over well with vampires, especially male vampires. We…lose all control.” She gave an unladylike snort. “That I could see.” She grinned and took his wrist where the pink cuffs and rope still hung. “You are very strong.” He frowned fiercely. “This bed is made of solid wood, and we destroyed it in less than a minute.” Tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry.” “No, no. That’s not what I meant.” He took her face in his hands. “It can be easily repaired. What I couldn’t bear was the thought of hurting you. You can’t be replaced. God, Dawn…I could have killed you.” Suddenly, she understood his fear. It wasn’t for himself or even the stupid bed. He had been worried about her. Her heart melted, and she threw herself into his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. You said you’d tell me how the store got its name, but I didn’t think about it. And that night you spanked me…I thought you were just worrying about my pleasure.” She kissed him. “I promised myself I’d return the favor someday. I didn’t know it was a bad thing.”
“It’s not your fault, love.” Gently, he returned the kiss. “It is just one of the many things I should have explained.” “Then explain now so I understand. Does spanking hurt you in a different way so you instinctively fight against it?” Red touched his rough-hewn cheekbones. “Not exactly.” “Then what…exactly?” He turned even redder. “I don’t know if this is necessary—” “Aidan!” He sighed and gave in. “When a vampire is spanked it doesn’t hurt him more, it excites him more. In fact, the sensations are so pleasurable he can’t think, can’t act. All he can do is revert back to his most primitive state. When I am like that, I have only one thing on my mind. All I want to do is fuck you.” Dawn stared at him with her mouth open. “So you’re telling me it hurts so good you go primal on me?” His lips twitched. “That’s about right.” “And this should worry me…why?” He stared at her intensely. “Dawn, I’m preternaturally strong. I could hurt you. When I’m in that state, I’m not in control of myself.” He ran his hand through his tousled hair. “The fact is, most vampires try and stay away from toys of any kind. Too much stimulation.” “But you don’t. You own a store full of them.” He looked sheepish. “I’ve always enjoyed walking on the edge.” She shook her head. “You really are an idiot.” He blinked. “I beg your pardon?” She rolled so she was leaning on his hard chest. “One of the biggest worries I’ve had since we we’ve been together is you were always in such perfect control when we made love. Whenever you touched me, I went crazy.” He gave her a hard kiss. “And I love that about you. That my touch makes you wild.” “Then can’t you appreciate that I’d want the same?” She nodded as understanding dawned in his eyes. “Exactly. If it’s a turn-on for you, knowing I can make you go crazy is a turn -on for me. But you were always in such command of yourself, I felt… inadequate.” “The last thing you are is inadequate. But I don’t want to scare you.” “Seeing you lose control after being spanked was arousing for me. I wasn’t afraid of you. I wouldn’t have let you do this—” she pointed at the new mark on her breast, “—if I had been. Plus, for the first time I knew you really wanted me.” Aidan shook his head in mock disgust. “Are you telling me I have to destroy furniture every time I want to convince you how much I want you?” Dawn giggled. “Of course not. But I don’t want you to be afraid to let go with me either.” She ran her fingers through his long hair. “I love you, and I enjoy every bit of our lovemaking together. I like trying new things with you.” His hand smoothed down her back. “And I love that you have become so adventurous. This evening’s play was everything I hoped for with my mate. But as far as spanking goes…I don’t know.” “Promise me you’ll give it a chance,” she coaxed. “You won’t hurt me. You were a bit rough tonight, but it didn’t hurt. And it didn’t scare me.” With a sweep of his arm, he pulled her beneath him. “I love you, Dawn. The thought of hurting you terrifies me.” “And the thought of exciting you out of control is so arousing, I get wet thinking about it.” Aidan’s cock twitched, and he swore in disbelief. “I can’t believe it wants to play again.” “We have the rest of our lives to play together, Aidan. And if it wants another round, I can get the paddle.” He roared with laughter. Bending his head, he kissed her, lingering over her lips like they were the tastiest dessert. “Then we will try again, but another day. Now I think I would prefer to love you slowly…carefully. I have put my mark on your body. Now let me imprint myself on your heart.” Her eyes caressed him. “I already belong to you, Aidan. I love you. Now and forever.” They kissed, each giving their heart into the other’s keeping. As he moved to make her his one more time, she nibbled lightly on his ear. “But I have to tell you. I want to change the name of the store. The phrase Don’t Spank the Vamp is going to go out of
fashion very soon.”
Epilogue
“Are you sure, Aithne?” Aidan stared at his sister. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “He’s right,” Dawn whispered. Tears stood in her eyes. “This is your home. You don’t have to leave it.” Aithne shook her head gently at her brother and his new mate. She’d helped bring them together, and knowing they were happy made her heart sing with joy. “I’m not leaving because I think you want me to. I know you would be pleased if I were to make my home here with you two.” “We would,” Aidan insisted. He touched his sister’s cheek as his jaw worked against the emotion threatening him. “I don’t want you to go.” Dawn looked between the two of them. “I don’t want you to leave either.” Aithne pulled the smaller woman into her embrace. “Little sister, I knew this time would come.” She leaned back and met Dawn’s hazel eyes. “After all this time my brother has found his twin-flame. And that is a wonderful thing. But now—” she gazed up at her brother’s grim face, “—now it is time I found mine.” Aidan jerked as if he’d been struck. “I never…never thought of it that way.” He frowned as if considering it. “Can’t you find him here?” “No. I knew as soon as I met Dawn my time here was coming to an end.” She smiled at her sister-in-law without rancor. “You wouldn’t need me anymore, and I would be able to find my own destiny.” “You are my only family,” he whispered as he cupped her face in loving hands. She reached up and took him by the wrists. “You have another family now. One you will be able to spend eternity with. Don’t begrudge me the same.” Aidan blinked rapidly and then drew her against his chest. His emerald eyes gleamed with suppressed tears. “I don’t. I know it’s selfish of me to want you to stay.” “I know you’ve made up your mind, but you will come back?” Sorrow filled Dawn’s eyes as she watched the siblings. “Someday I hope to. When I have found what I am searching for.” “You will always have a place here.” Aithne frowned. “No I won’t. The first thing I want you to do is knock out the walls between the two apartments and make it into one big one. That way, Dawn can have her studio here and not have to drive across town.” Dawn’s eyes shone with interest before guilt touched her face. “I couldn’t do that.” “You can,” Aithne insisted. “In fact if you don’t, I will never come back to visit. So there!” Aidan rumbled out a deep chuckle. “Little sister, you always know how to win an argument.” She grinned. “This one is easy. You two belong together. Making this apartment into a suitable home will be important. And you both are creative enough to do it.” Dawn giggled. “And you are stubborn enough to stay away until we do.” They all laughed. Then Aithne hugged each of them again. “I will miss you both. I have my cell, so I promise to call often.” “Every day,” Aidan insisted. He went red at the look his sister gave him. “At least for a while.” She chuckled. “All right.” A honk of a taxi’s horn was heard. “That’s me.” She hugged them both again. “Blessed be, my brother. Blessed be, little sister.” “To you too,” Dawn murmured, tears streaking down her cheeks. Aidan pulled her hard against him. They both watched as Aithne grabbed the single suitcase and carried it out to the taxi. A second later she was gone. “Oh Aidan…I feel so guilty.” Dawn rubbed at her wet eyes. “If I had never come—” “Don’t even think that,” he interrupted hugging her close to him. “I know what you are going to say but you are my destiny. You
had to come. I needed you.” “And I needed you.” She shook her head. “I’m just sorry her life had to change.” “Perhaps she wanted it to,” Aidan mused. “What do you mean?” “She was my familiar for over a century. Her life was on hold because of mine. We had to be careful who we got close to. People look at you a little funny if you haven’t aged in twenty years.” “I don’t think I understand.” “Aithne never had a chance to get to know anyone. She was never able to fall in love. Maybe knowing I found my twin-flame will free her up to do the same.” Dawn’s face cleared. She wrapped her arms around him. “She’s going to have an adventure, isn’t she? Now she can enjoy life because she doesn’t have to worry about big brother anymore.” Aidan frowned down at her, but his eyes twinkled. “You don’t think being around me is enjoyable?” Dawn put her finger to her chin as if in deep thought. “Hmmm, maybe we need to find out.” “And how do we do that?” the vampire growled. He pushed the worry for his sister to the back of his mind. Darting away from him, she snatched up a wooden paddle that leaned against a display of BDSM toys. “Come on over here and I’ll show you,” she invited saucily. Aidan’s eyes heated. “So you want to play rough, eh?” He lunged at her, and Dawn squealed. He caught her up and slung her over his shoulder as she giggled madly. “You can paddle me first if you want,” she offered. She caressed his butt with the paddle as he started up the stairs. “But I get to spank the vamp at least once tonight.” His only answer was a heartfelt groan as he fell with her onto their bed. He loved her for trying to take his mind off his sister. She knew him well enough to realize losing Aithne was one of the toughest things he would ever have to go through. But Aithne was right. Dawn was his family now and though he would always love his sister and treasure the memories they’d made together, Dawn was who he needed to be thinking about. He never wanted her to feel guilty for coming into his life. She’d changed it for the better, and they had an exciting future ahead of them. He smiled as he took her sweet lips and showed her exactly how important she was to him. He would give her a life that was filled with romance and laughter and all the love he could give her. They would have an adventure of their own. Toys included. The End
About the Author
CJ England credits her passion for writing to her second-grade sweetheart, Steven, a blond-haired cutie with dimples, who dumped her for a girl who could swing on the monkey bars. She wrote her first story about love and loss after that tragic episode. In her life she has modeled, competed in rodeos as a barrel racer and trick rider, taught preschool, performed as an actress and singer, served cocktails at Disneyworld, specialized in production work and got carried away by Spiderman when she worked with him at Universal Studios. She is a gypsy, due to her curiosity and “itchy feet”, spending time in fourteen countries and has visited forty-two states in her own. Even raising three kids didn’t slow her down. Married to her own personal hottie, Jonathon, who is her inspiration, lover and bestest friend, she plans to travel the world, writing about all the places they visit. She is known on the internet as a bestselling, award-winning author who can bring sensuality and romance together in ways that
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Mylari Chronicles: Eyes of Fire © 2008 CJ England The Mylari Chronicles, Book 1 Talia’s visit home turns upside down when dark, frightening creatures appear seemingly from nowhere and transport her to another world. The faerie world. In this mystical paradise, she finds her life and honor threatened for reasons she does not understand. When Calion Sáralondë, Prince of the Calen’taur Elves, rescues the human female from an orcan stronghold, his attraction to her is immediate and strong. And the feeling is mutual. Though their love is sardai—taboo—Calion can’t bring himself to send her back to her world. Her presence sets a fire in his soul only mating with her can tame. And their passion could be the answer to an ancient prophecy that saves his world. Enjoy the following excerpt for Eyes of Fire: “Can you tell me of your dream?” he asked. “It may help.” Shuddering, she tightened her hold on him, glad he was there. She needed to be held. “I was back in that horrible place. It was dark and my hands were tied again.” She felt his hands move soothingly up and down her back. “The orcan king came to me and he—” She swallowed heavily. Just the thought of the nightmare made her gorge rise. “Shhh… Remember you are safe and here with me. What did he do, Talia?” “He touched me,” she burst out, her tears flowing again. “He touched me, and this time you weren’t there to stop him.” Calion pulled her against him. He muttered soothing words as she wept. He cradled her, so she’d know he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. “It was a dream, Tia maer… Just a dream. I did come for you. You are in my arms now. They cannot hurt you anymore.”
He kissed the top of her head and then her brow, and soon felt her tears lessen. As he stroked her arms gently, she began to relax against him. He brushed his mouth over her fragrant hair and her forehead again. Unable to stop himself, he continued, his lips erasing the tears from the corners of her eyes and down her nose. He took her face in his hands, and kissed slowly over her eyelids, her soft cheeks, feeling her shudder in his arms until he couldn ’t fight himself any longer and captured her mouth with his own. Oh, she wanted this. This joining of lips, the feel of his body sliding against hers. In the quiet of the night it felt so completely right. He was so gentle, so tender. His hands moved over her, touching…cherishing. Talia’s open and seeking heart overflowed. Something moved within her, accepting…knowing. She loved. She’d loved him from the beginning, from the first moment his startling eyes looked into hers. She had been waiting for him all this time. It didn’t bother her love came so quickly. She believed in love at first sight. And now she’d found it. After so many years of loneliness, she had found him at last. It was a heady feeling and she lavishly gave him everything. She melted against him, and her surrender was like setting a flint to dry tinder. Calion groaned, knowing he crossed an invisible line when he took her lips like a starving man. His tongue plunged into her mouth again and again, before he retreated, to nibble on her swollen lips. Muttering passionate words in his own tongue, he kissed down her smooth neck and then back up again. He nipped at her earlobe, causing her to cry out in surprise, but he gentled her with his lips, tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue, making her moan with pleasure. His hands were everywhere. He couldn’t get enough of touching her. He continued his assault on her senses, wanting to bring her to the same agony of need he himself was in. His people were sensual lovers, and he’d enough experience to know what he was feeling now surpassed anything he felt before. It scared him, but the urgency in his body to make her his blinded him to everything else. He went back to her mouth, wanting the taste again, already addicted to the sweetness he found inside. Groaning, he moved over her, pressing his hard body against hers. Talia floated in a world of sensation. Her body sang in arousal with every move he made. The world spun away, her whole being caught up in the touch of his heavenly mouth. She wanted to pull him to her, but her arms were useless and heavy with passion. She instinctively responded to his demand, spreading her legs so his erection could fit between her thighs. The feel of him throbbing against her sent a pool of heat coiling in her loins. Unconsciously, she arched her back, pushing against him. The movement tore at his barely held control. His body reacted for him, grinding his cock against her mound in an agony of need. Lifting off her, he dragged the sleeping gown from her body, his eyes feasting on the beautiful flesh he could see in the flickering candlelight. She had high rounded breasts, with nipples the color of ripe peaches. They were drawn and pointed with arousal, and he bent and took one in his mouth, luxuriating in the feel of her. She cried out his name, pulling his head against her. He laved the bud, making it harder and more pointed as he sucked. She trembled beneath him as he kissed and nibbled. Moving to the other breast, he gave it the same loving attention, and soon she writhed beneath him, her body lost to the passion he stirred in her. Calion too was lost, his body aching, his cock throbbing. His control slipped even further when she pulled his head back to her, joining him in a deep, searching kiss. Their tongues danced frantically, each seeking out the place that would bring most pleasure. Talia wanted to stroke him like she’d thought of doing earlier, but when she ran a trembling hand over his rock-hard chest and touched one of the flat male nipples, he came up off the bed. She watched, her mouth dry, as he bicycled his legs to get his breeches off. It was too dark to see anything, but his intense face showed his eyes beginning to glow in the flickering light. He was back on her in a flash, his hand taking hers before she could caress him again. “No,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. She watched him as he fought for control. Wanting only more of what she was feeling, she began to kiss him wherever she could reach. She covered his face and shoulders with wet, passionate kisses. She heard him groan his need, as he lay back down on her, his knees edging her soft thighs apart. There was nothing between them now as she felt him pulse against her. He dominated her with his size and strength, yet she felt no fear. She wanted it…wanted him.
Reaching down between their bodies, he stroked her gently. He ran his callused hand over her breasts and down her body, making her shiver with needs she barely understood. Taking her mouth again in a hard ravaging kiss, he carefully brought his hand down her hips and into the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. As his fingers made contact with her moist nether lips for the first time, Talia moaned into his mouth. She felt him struggle for control, going still as he panted against her. Then, moving into her soft folds, he rubbed in circular motions as he parroted the action with his bulging shaft against her thigh. Going deeper, he discovered the small nubbin swollen from desire. Gently, he plucked at it, making her cry out in longing. She felt the coil in her loins, tightening higher and higher. Her body wasn’t hers; it belonged to him, just as her heart did. Abruptly, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and reaching down she grasped him where he throbbed against her. Calion reacted as if he’d been struck. He jumped and grabbed her hand, growling her name as he felt her fingers move against him. “Please,” was all she could manage. “I want you.” His control snapped. The mating hunger blazed out of control, and he could only pray he wouldn ’t hurt her. Forcing her legs apart, he settled himself between them, groaning out loud as he felt the moist heat of her press against the head of his cock. He pushed and felt the head slip just inside. The feeling was so exquisite he paused to relish it, fighting not to bury himself in her in just one thrust. He wanted this to last. She was his. He would be breaking sardai by lying with her, but she would be his. His body would allow nothing else. Talia’s eyes were closed tight as she felt him push just inside her body. Even that little bit stretched her. Could she do this? He felt so big, so thick and so alive. He moved again and her eyes flew open. His face was close to hers, his features drawn with the needs of his body. She moaned in delight at all the sensation. Calion’s eyes opened, and she gasped in wonderment. “Beautiful,” she whispered in awe, her hands going up to frame his face. “Your eyes, Calion… Your eyes are on fire.” Can one woman be twice beloved?
Twice the Night © 2008 Dawn Halliday After witnessing her husband’s brutal murder by a gang of vampire thugs, it took Tamara O’Leary four long years to learn to be happy again. Now she and Duncan’s best friend Cole Thompson, after working through their shared grief, are about to be married. Finally, she can eagerly look forward to the future with a man who has not only reopened her heart, but brought her out of her sexual shell. Until one night she awakens to find Duncan gazing lovingly at her. He’s not just a beautiful dream. He’s real…and he wants her back. Tamara still has feelings for Duncan, but she isn’t willing to give up what she’s found with Cole. Worse, she soon learns that Duncan survived that night by turning into the very thing she fears most—a vampire. Caught between tears of joy and terror, Tamara has a choice. Retreat back behind her shell of fear—or step boldly into the arms of two men who love her. Warning: Graphic language and some violence. Explicit sex including a vampiric threesome. A one-of-a-kind wedding featuring a committed ménage a trois. Enjoy the following excerpt for Twice the Night: She had to touch Duncan again. She crawled back onto the bed, close to his body, placing her hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall as he took in a breath. “I thought I saw you die,” she whispered in awe. “I didn’t.” Slowly, he raised his hand and pressed it over hers. She stared at both their hands, pale against the dark of his T-shirt in the glow of the moonlight streaming in through the slit in the curtains at their big bay window. She watched the silvery light dance across their entwined fingers. Once, Duncan’s hand had been darker than hers, but their skin
was now equally pale, and the main distinguishing difference was the size and masculinity of his palms and fingers compared to her smaller, more delicate ones. “You’re really alive.” His chest moved with another breath. She looked into his face, and he gazed down at her, his eyes dark with emotion. “Aye, Tammy—” His voice cracked, and he swallowed. “I’ve come back to you.” “How can this be? How? I saw you—” “Shh.” The fingers of his other hand brushed over her lips. She sat frozen, entranced, as he traced across her upper and then lower lip, so gentle, his eyes full of…love. It reminded her of how he’d looked at her at their wedding just before he’d kissed her. Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Wait a minute. She frowned, so hard she felt the crease deepen above the bridge of her nose. “Duncan, what happened to you? How can this be? Where have you been all this time?” He hesitated, then said, “It took me a long time to heal, Tammy girl.” “Heal?” “Aye. From what happened that night. And by the time I was ready to come back…” His voice dwindled. “What?” she prompted. “By the time you were ready to come back, what?” “You were with Cole.” “So you let me believe you were dead?” Steely talons gripped her euphoria by the neck and dragged it down into a pool of anger. “I’m sorry, love.” She pulled back from him, jerking her hand away from his chest. “I thought you were dead, Duncan. I mourned you.” “I know, sweetheart.” “Do you know how much I suffered?” “Aye,” he said softly. “And you’re telling me you were alive the whole time? Do you know what it did to me, thinking you were dead?” “Tammy, I only saw you—” “You saw me? You saw me and you let me mourn, let me believe you were gone forever?” She was furious now. She slid off the bed and turned on him. “How could you? How could you do that to me, Duncan?” He rose and caught her by the wrist, but she yanked away, stepping back from him until her bare thighs pressed against the bedside table. “Was there someone else?” She shoved at Duncan’s shoulder as he moved forward. He stopped and just stood there staring at her, a pleading look on his face. “Is that why you lied to me? Let me live a lie?” “No, love.” “And you come back now? Now? When Cole and I are finally happy again? Why, Duncan?” His arms closed around her. “Tammy—” “No!” She struggled, but a firm hand covered her jaw. She wrenched her head away but it was no use. His fingers tightened over her skin, forcing her to face him. “Listen to me, sweetheart—” “I hurt for you, Duncan. I thought I was going to die from the grief. You saw it and you let it happen, and I was so sad…all I wanted was to-to see you—” She gasped in a breath. She was choking on the words now, and his face loomed close, so full of pain and hurt, but it was Duncan, really him, and he was so close she could feel his heat. “To-to talk to you, to be with you. And you—you were alive the whole time. Do-do you know what I would have given just to see your face again? Do you, Duncan? I—” His mouth closed over hers, cutting off her words. Duncan’s mouth, Duncan’s kiss. And suddenly, nothing could stop her. She needed him. Needed to feel his body, his skin against hers. With her hungry kisses covering his lips, his face, she clawed at his T-shirt, yanking it upward. The warmth of his torso made her gasp, and she struggled to pull the shirt off of him. Finally, he grabbed it and, moving away from her for a second, he tugged it over his head.
She lunged at him again. The taut peaks of her nipples brushed against his hot skin, and she groaned. She thrust her hands between them and closed her fingers around the stiff column of his cock. The thick material of his jeans was in the way. Impatiently, she fumbled with the buttons. Nipping at her ear while she rained kisses up and down his neck, he finished unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed them down his narrow hips and kicked them off. God, she wanted to claw herself right into him. He smelled different from how he’d smelled years ago. Sweeter. Smooth caramel with a tang of earthy male musk. She wanted to dive into him. She couldn’t get enough of him. She slid her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up onto his body, wrapping her legs around him. His body was hard—he’d clearly been working out—but his skin was softer than she remembered. Still warm, though. Duncan was always warm. She crawled right up his body, and he held her easily, her ass cradled in his palms, her pussy cradling his cock. God, they still fit together so well. So perfectly. Holding her against him, kissing her voraciously, leaving no part of her face, neck or shoulders untouched by his lips, he moved until she felt her back pressed against the cool, smooth painted face of the wall. His cock slid against the dripping folds of her pussy, and she groaned, long and low against his neck. He felt good against her. So hot. So right. Lifting her with one hand, he reached down to adjust his cock, fitting it to the notch of her entrance, and she opened her eyes. Across the room on the bureau, she and Cole grinned at her from a framed picture. They’d been hiking that day—having a great time. It was just a month before he’d asked her to marry him, and she’d finally begun to smile again. Reality hit her like a baseball bat square on the head. He resisted the dark huntress…now he’ll use all his powers to make her his own.
Deadly Liaisons © 2009 Terry Spear Tezra Campbell treads a dangerous line between her job as a telepathic investigator for the Hunter Council and her alternate life as a renegade. Beneath her cool, professional exterior lies a dark obsession to find the rogue vampire who murdered her parents ten years ago and left her sister a traumatized shell. An obsession that drives her to use herself as bait. Daemon, former bastard prince of Scotland and now head of the American vampire clans, sees Tezra as a danger to herself and to his people. Especially if the killer vampire takes her bait. Concerned his own brother might be accused of the crime, Daemon takes Tezra into custody, intending to keep her out of the way so he can find the killer himself. Things don't work out the way either planned. The more she fights him with her telepathic powers, the more she stirs up his sexual bloodlust—the kind only a mate can cool. And Tezra begins to wonder…is her desire for him real, or just a way to use Daemon to find the murderer? It’s a deadly game they both aim to win—even while they try to keep their hearts intact. Enjoy the following excerpt for Deadly Liaisons: “Another killing, Atreides?” Daemon turned away from his twin brother and again studied the SCU investigator, Tezra Campbell. He’d gained her name from the police officers’ discussion of her when she was far enough away not to hear their crude comments. Not a few of them wondered what it would be like to peel the leather from her skin and expose the beauty beneath, to roll with her under the sheets, to find out if she was as hot in bed as she looked crouching at a crime scene. The petite brunette tucked her hip-length hair behind her ear, the leather pants molding to her curvaceous legs and the shortwaisted jacket showing off one hell of a sumptuous ass. The black turtleneck wrapped around her throat like protective armor. Daemon found himself wanting to pull it aside and feel the blood pulsing rapidly through her neck, to taste her tender skin, lap up her warm, sweet blood and sense her tremble beneath his fingertips, drawn to his power. He clenched his teeth, trying to ignore the feelings she stirred in him. Lust, nothing else, he chided himself. Yet, there was something about the woman that drew him in, more than her enticing form or resolute determination to take on a case that would earn her the death penalty from the vampire who had killed the police officers. Even more than the way she tried to ensure the hunter’s
safety should the rogue vampire target him next. Daemon could have sworn she touched his mind, though normally humans couldn’t do such a thing. Yet, the gentle stroke he had felt hadn’t come from a vampiress seeking intimacy. If it had, she would have pursued him and attempted to solicit his response. The touch he had felt had been different, like the mist brushing his skin, softly, almost imperceptibly, there. No quest for sexual fulfillment, no personal communications meant solely for him. Something secretive, elusive and intimately seductive. She closed her car door, and the engine roared to life. “Such is the way of this violent world,” Atreides finally said, as if he’d been caught up in the woman’s mesmerizing qualities too. Daemon’s twin looked nearly identical to him except for being a tad shorter, his sable hair slightly less dark, and his eyes more of a chestnut brown, paler than Daemon’s. Tonight Atreides wore a black leather trench coat, like he always did when he was on the prowl for a new blood bond. He appeared to be in one of his stranger, unfathomable moods. Something was percolating, but despite Daemon’s attempts to catch glimpses of his thoughts, Atreides kept them shielded. Which meant Atreides was up to something. How many times would he have to get his brother out of some misadventure that might get them both killed? “You had nothing to do with this police killing either, Atreides?” Daemon asked. “Why do you always think so ill of me?” Atreides pointed to another warehouse. “More of our kind watch, as curious as we are about who’s killing the police officers. So what do you think about the new investigator?” “She’s not a regular police officer, but an investigator with the SCU—worse, a borderline rogue, a dark huntress, who is bound to cause even more trouble.” Atreides’s lips turned up so slightly, only someone who knew him as well as Daemon did would have noticed. “Ups the stakes a bit for the killer, don’t you think?” The muscle in Daemon’s jaw tightened. “If he kills her, there’ll be an outcry from the SCU. No doubt we’ll have another bloodbath on our hands.” The woman’s car disappeared into the fog. “Many of us liked the good old days,” Atreides said. “Back to the slaughtering, back to a time when vampires preyed on humans and SCU hunters eliminated any vampire to even the score. An inhumane period of darkness for humans and vampires.” Daemon shook his head. “You’re not still angry over Uncle Solomon’s death, are you?” He knew his brother was. Knew the wound still festered from losing the last of their natural kin to overzealous cops investigating murders committed by a killer vampire they had assumed their uncle had been involved in. “If you want to help the investigator, look elsewhere for the killer. You know he’ll target her next.” “She’s offered herself like a sacrificial meal.” Daemon grunted. “A foolishly arrogant notion. Though the murderer will have a more difficult time of it—she’ll be easier to kill than a hunter, but infinitely more of an…interesting challenge for the rogue than the city police officers.” “Will you aid her?” His brother’s lips turned up, his eyes sparkling. “What do you think?” Daemon couldn’t help the sharpness edging his words. Atreides hesitated to respond, wearing an odd expression that Daemon couldn’t read. “You respect their work to a degree, but have no more love for them than they have for us,” Atreides finally said. “Despite your preference for the good old days, Atreides, I want peace for everyone’s sake.” If Daemon was forced to, he’d help the woman with her investigation to keep that peace. But only if there were no other alternatives. A strange sense of foreboding washed over him. No matter how much he wanted to stay uninvolved, he couldn’t fight feeling Tezra Campbell would soon need his protection. Nothing worse than tangling with a member of the SCU who viewed vampires with disdain. “Don’t do anything to get yourself into trouble, Atreides,” Daemon warned, then headed to the police station to find out more details concerning the killings. He’d locate the murderer without involving himself with the woman. At least that was the plan.
*** Except for the second bedroom she’d converted into an office and lab, Tezra’s apartment was cloaked in darkness. Perched on her leather chair, studying samples from two previous killings on slides under the microscope, she rubbed her temple to massage the headache brewing there. Too many late-night hours investigating the murders. She took another sip of her coffee and grimaced to find it cold. The phone jangled, shattering the peace and her nerves. Lifting the receiver she said, “Yes?” “You…you needed to know about my husband, Officer Stevens?” “Cynthia Stevens?” Tezra hadn’t thought the bereaved woman would call her but that someone from the police force would. The sound of the woman’s barely controlled emotions didn’t help Tezra keep her own feelings out of it. “He…he didn’t wear cologne. My…my husband. He was allergic to stuff like that. I couldn’t even wear perfume or he’d…” Cynthia broke into fitful sobbing. “I’m…I’m so sorry, Cynthia. I…I wish I could have saved him.” “You? What could you have done against the demon? He’ll…he’ll kill them all.” The phone clicked dead in Tezra’s ear. He’ll kill them all, echoed in Tezra’s tired brain. He’ll kill who all? All the men at the precinct? She slowly let out her breath. Hell, now what? She needed to know what Cynthia knew, but she figured the widow was too distraught to question at the moment. But the business about the cologne…didn’t it prove that two vampires were present tonight? One wearing her father’s cologne, the other wearing sandalwood? And Krustalus had attempted seductive solicitation while the other vampire was filled with rage? She glanced at her watch. Where the hell were the new tissue samples? As if in answer to her unspoken query, her front door opened. She knew damn well she had locked it. It shut with an ominous click. She sat frozen, listening for footsteps. There was no sound save the central heater rumbling as hot air spilled through the overhead vent. Slowly, she slid her chair away from the desk toward her sword. A rush of adrenaline flooded her system, readying her for the perceived danger. Before she could reach her sword, a man appeared in the doorway of her office and silently observed her. An ancient vampire. Since she had not invited him in, who the hell had? And why had he come through the front door? A game, maybe. To give her warning he was on his way, taunting her. Or perhaps to ensure she was all alone in the apartment, to avoid complications should there be a hunter here to protect her back, lounging in bed, waiting for her to finish her work. The vampire’s dark brown eyes watched her with unblinking severity. His sinister look and the size of him —six-feet, broadshouldered—chilled her to the bone. Dressed in black slacks, shoes and a satin shirt, large-collared with full sleeves, he reminded her of a well-clothed pirate. The buttons opened halfway down his chest revealed a smidgeon of dark brown hair, triggering the notion he was marketing his goods—to conquer, to will her to him, to sate his hunger. He looked starved while he devoured every inch of her with his sexist glare. Bolting from the chair, Tezra yanked her sword out of its stand next to the desk. Her heart thundered, and she knew the blood pulsing rapidly through her veins would trigger his bloodlust.
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