Night Stalker's Christmas [Anthology]

Changeling Press Presents Hot Toddy #9 Night Stalker Christmas Angelina Evans All rights reserved.

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Chapter One Home for the Holidays Kayla couldn’t believe she was home. She shook her head and smiled. Who thought of Earth as home? Not New York or San Francisco or Seattle, but Earth? If anyone had told her a year ago that she would, she would have laughed at them or had them admitted to a mental institution. And yet here she was, in Paris on Christmas thinking of Earth as home. She stopped to take a deep breath; Paris had a special aroma all its own. And the Eiffel Tower was such a unique and dominating structure. She’d always dreamed about one day visiting the most romantic city on Earth but it had been something that would be done in the future. And now here she was. Not visiting from the United States but from Vampyr. A planet that had been born in night and was moving into daylight. It was a move its inhabitants, adapted to night living, wouldn’t survive. Not without new genes. She started walking again, her hand tightening around the handle of the exclusive shopping bag she carried. The amount of lingerie available for “any size woman” was amazing. And Phaeryn was going to enjoy the Christmas present she’d bought for them to share. A delicious shiver coursed down her spine as she thought about trying on the nightgown at the boutique. It had been a few months since she’d felt truly naughty, but looking at herself in the mirror, thinking about Phaeryn’s expression when he saw her, that made her feel naughty, even wicked. She’d enjoyed her day without Phaeryn. She hadn’t gone a whole day without being with him in the year and more they’d been together. Their lives had been enriched by the birth of their son, but it was nice having time to herself and later, time alone with Phaeryn.

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She hurried down the sidewalk, suddenly anxious to share her purchase with her husband. At the hotel the doorman stepped forward to open the door for her. “Bonsoir, Madame Fauvian.” “Bonsoir, Marian.” She smiled and almost shivered with the excitement flowing through her. “It’s been a glorious day, hasn’t it?” Marian smiled and nodded. As the door closed behind him he looked at the sullen gray clouds thick in the sky. The rich really did have a different perception of the world. The concierge met her at the private elevator to the penthouse and slipped a key card into the electronic lock. “Joyeaux Noël, Madame Fauvian.” “Joyeaux Noël to you, Jacque.” She stepped into the elevator still smiling. Jacque watched until the elevator doors closed. He’d always liked lean, svelte women but something about Kayla Fauvian was almost mesmerizing. Not that he would ever let Monsieur Fauvian have any inkling that he found his wife sexy. He shuddered at the thought. Phaeryn Fauvian was the kind of man who had women watching and sighing but men knew immediately how dangerous he was. Looking at his wife would be suicidal. Unaware of the lustful thoughts she’d generated or the suspicious ones her husband engendered, Kayla stepped into the penthouse when the elevator doors slid open. For a moment all she could do was stare. It still amazed her how different her life with Phaeryn was. Her small, one bedroom apartment would fit in one room of Phaeryn’s villa on Vampyr and into the master bedroom and bathroom of this penthouse. She’d fallen in love with a vampire and found herself married to a rich Vampyryn royal. She grimaced and pushed the thought away. Royal she wasn’t and would never be. It just wasn’t in her makeup. Throwing her coat over the back of the huge, sectional couch, she hurried into

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the bathroom. Turning the water on in the gargantuan Jacuzzi tub, she adjusted it to a hot temperature. Phaeryn liked her rosy, and the black lace negligee she’d bought would make a very nice contrast. She slipped out of her dress and underclothes and looked at herself in the fulllength mirror that dominated one of the walls of the pentagon-shaped room. Full breasted. Robust. Full figured. Whatever people wanted to label her, she wasn’t the small, biddable beauty Phaeryn had wanted. Yet she had no doubt he loved her. There wasn’t a thing about her he would change; not even the fact that she felt free to disagree with him. Grinning, she piled her hair on top of her head and pinned it in place. Phaeryn would leave it piled high on her head so he could watch her mouth take his cock with an unobstructed view. But when it was his turn he would take it down. He loved to see it cloaking her or spread out on their bed. His turn. She closed her eyes and let love-driven lust consume her. There was nothing more wonderful, more exciting, more erotic than Phaeryn’s mouth, tongue, teeth. And his hands… What was she doing? She was going to make herself come just thinking about the man. She smiled and shook her head. Just went to show how enticing a man he was. She stepped into the tub and grimaced. The water was hotter than she’d realized. Gingerly, she lowered herself into the bubbling pool. She turned off the water and slowly sank back until she was immersed up to her chin. Sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lip and she almost immediately felt boneless. She’d just close her eyes for a moment and then she’d go wake Phaeryn. Shopping, walking around Paris, it had all taken more out of her than she’d realized. Her eyes closed and she started to drift. She loved visiting Earth but more and more she thought of Vampyr as home.

Chapter Two Shared Pleasures Phaeryn woke to his wife’s vivid dream. A savage smile lifted his lips as he reached for her. He lunged out of bed when he didn’t find her beside him. Where was she? They’d gone to bed together. She wouldn’t have gone out without him. She knew it wasn’t safe. His lips thinned and his jaw tightened. Yes. She would have gone out without him and no doubt had. His heart skipped a beat before picking up a harder rhythm. She had put herself in danger. The mother of his child. She was the other half of his soul and she had endangered herself. He really would beat her this time. Furious, he strode into the bathroom and stopped. Kayla lay in the tub, her face damp and flushed, and her skin bright red under the bubbling water. His heart melted as he looked at her. He would never touch her with anything but love and she knew it, damn her. Her smile, that look she gave him with her lips all pinched and her eyebrows drawn together, that was all it took and any thought of trying to curb her valiant spirit disappeared. He sighed, walked over and knelt down beside the tub. He should be angry with her now. Falling asleep in a tub big enough she could easily drown in it. Trailing his fingers in the water, he frowned. What the hell was she doing? Trying to boil herself? He liked her rosy from a hot bath, not scalded. With easy strength he lifted her from the water. His mouth watered and his penis stirred to life at the sight of her nipples hardening at the cool rush of air after the hot water. He groaned. He had his Christmas present in his arms and he was going to enjoy

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her, every bright red inch. He shook his head and smiled ruefully. She blinked up at him as her arms went around his neck. Her smile was sweet. She leaned in and kissed his neck, nuzzled and licked. “I bought you a Christmas present. I was going to wake you up wearing it.” Phaeryn’s arms tightened around her. She looked up, found him glaring down at her and braced herself for a lecture that would, no doubt, make her mad. Phaeryn kissed her. A hard press of lips to lips. He loved that belligerent expression that said she was going to take him on. “Don’t forget, and win,” she added archly, picking up his thoughts. “You may think so if you wish.” He watched her, her brows arched, and somehow she managed to look down her nose at him even though he was holding her. “I know so,” she corrected. “Now, let me down.” “I’m taking you to bed.” She caressed the side of his face. “Yes, you are. I just need a minute to get ready.” “I’m ready now.” And he was. Her body, red and hot, her nipples tight from lust and cool air. He wanted to bury himself in her and never leave again. She laughed. “You’re always ready. Just give me a minute. Trust me. You’ll like it.” Frowning, Phaeryn set her on her feet. “Hurry.” Her mouth watered at the sight of his hardening penis. She reached out and caressed its bulbous head with her thumb. It jerked, hardened and lengthened visibly and she smiled. “I’m in as much of a hurry as you are. Lie down on the bed and I’ll be back in just a minute.” Phaeryn watched her hurry into the bathroom, her bottom swaying enticingly before the door closed. What he wanted to do was throw her on the bed and fuck her hard. “I heard that,” she called from behind the closed door.

I knew you would.

He paced as he waited and finally lay down on the bed with his hands stacked

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under his head. The bathroom door opened and Kayla walked through. His breath caught and his body hardened. “That thing is lethal.” Her smile pure seduction, she ran her hands slowly over her breasts, down her stomach and hips. “I know.” Phaeryn’s cock grew with each step she took. Black lace caressed and molded to her. Her nipples were hard points, clearly visible through the delicate material. It barely covered them. Her mound and the curls that covered it were shadowed, the material teasing and taunting him as she moved. He watched as she got on the bed and settled her knees even with his hips. One nipple slipped free of its covering lace each time she inhaled. His fangs lengthened as he hardened to the point of pain. “Spread your legs.” He did as she asked, his face flushed with his arousal. She pulled up the hem of the negligee, climbed over his leg and placed her knees in the vee of his legs. The move freed her left nipple. Her right nipple remained covered. His mouth watered at the fascinating contrast. She reached down to adjust the material at her breast. He lunged up and caught her hand. His erection poked her in the belly. “Leave it. Just like that.” Her smile was slow and sensual. She lifted her free hand to her breast and ran one finger under her nipple. “You like it peeking at you, hmm?” He leaned forward, his penis sliding against her abdomen and licked the pouty red nub that crowned her breast. Her breath caught and her back arched. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she gasped. He pulled back, his eyes fastened on the red nub. “Yes.” His voice was deeper, almost growling. He leaned forward to take her breast more fully. Her hands shot up and pressed against his shoulders. “Not yet,” she murmured.

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“Let me give you your Christmas present first.” He looked from her auburn hair piled on her head to her full red lips, down to her breasts and finally to his cock pressed against her abdomen. Slowly, half-reluctant, he lay back down. She licked her lips at the sight of his long, thick cock standing at attention for her. Her eyes half-closed, she grasped his cock in one hand and started squeezing and pumping it. “Yes,” he groaned. “Just like that.” Creamy pre-cum welled up from the slit at the center of the flared end of his cock. She licked her lips again, mesmerized by the sight of his desire so vividly displayed. And it was all for her. He was hers as surely as she was his. “Take me in your mouth,” he ordered. She slanted him an arch look before returning her attention to her work. She changed hands and kept pumping. “Damn it, Kayla, I’m going to fuck you if you don’t suck me.” His voice was harsh, his expression fierce. His muscles bunched and his hands fisted. “You think that’s a threat,” she scoffed. “I win either way.” He groaned, closed his eyes and his hips arched off the bed as she pulled and squeezed his penis. Kayla couldn’t wait any longer. Leaning down she started licking his cock like a Popsicle. Her tongue stroked with lazy enjoyment over the broad head, swirled around it, probed the intriguing indent that wept for her attention. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, more than she had thought possible. A low growl issued from deep in his chest. His hands clenched on the covers. Through slitted eyes he watched her pink tongue swirl and stroke, lick and explore the flushed head of his cock. He felt her low mmm’s in his gut. She was heaven, his heaven. Her mouth closed, she rubbed her lips against the head of his cock. He swore. Her lips were like velvet, red and full. Her breath was hot. Having her touch him without taking him inside was sensual torture.

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His hips bucked off the bed. He needed to be in her mouth now. Her lips parted and she kissed him, drew back with the lightest of suction. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?” he demanded through gritted teeth. She looked up and smiled wickedly. “I want you sane, just not controlled.” She licked him again, a fast flick. He sucked in a breath and his abdominal muscles corded. Her lips parted again but this time she took him. He forgot to breathe as her mouth closed around him. She sank down, one inch disappearing into her mouth. Two. Three. “Yes. Take more. Take all you can,” he coached, breathless, making grunting and groaning sounds as she took more and more of him. Her mouth was a hot, sucking cavern setting him on fire and the fire raced through his blood. Four inches. Five. Her cheeks hollowed as she took as much of him as she could. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, her full lips stretched around his cock, her breasts hanging free, moving as she moved up and down on his cock slowly taking more of him. She suckled hard, lifted her head and bobbed back down. She made wet slurping sounds as she moved, taking more of his cock, sliding off him only to sink back down and take more. Eyes closed, his head back, he arched into her, swearing as she took him deep into her mouth. She was wet and hot. Her velvet tongue, satin cheeks, the ridged roof of her mouth; she was a sensual treasure working his shaft, and what her mouth didn’t reach, her hand squeezed and pumped. He opened his eyes just enough to watch her. His hips thrust up off the bed to the pull of her mouth. “You’re beautiful. Shit! Yes. That’s it, angel. Suck me harder. Yes. Yes! Damn, you’re good. So good.” He watched her mouth taking him deep and pulling back. Her hand pale against the dark column of his cock as she worked him with tight, fast strokes.

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His balls tightened. Pressure built. He wanted her to suck him forever. He never wanted to leave her mouth. Dark, wet, sucking. His hips arched off the bed as he came. He started thrusting and she knew just what to do to finish him off. Pumping, sucking, she took everything he had to give. She kept suckling and working him for long minutes and he let her as the power of his climax subsided. “It’s time for my Christmas present,” he told her, sitting up and catching her under her arms to lift her to the bed beside him… He laid her down and stared at her breasts. One savory pink berry bared, the other hiding shyly. “Do you know one of the things I love most about you?” He looked up to find Kayla watching him. The love shining in her eyes stole his breath. “What?” “You make me feel feminine. When you lift me, touch me, look at me, I know you’re not thinking about anything but me, that you’re not wanting anyone but me.” His smile was slow, almost lazy as he caught her bare nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. His gut tightened as her breath caught. “Why would I look anywhere else when I have perfection in my grasp?” “That’s exactly what I mean,” she whispered, tears shining in her love-bright eyes. He lowered his head to her covered breast as he pinched and tugged and rolled her bare nipple. He opened his mouth over her other breast, material and all. Kayla arched up moaning as he suckled her through lace. The negligee, tangled around her thighs, kept her from spreading her legs. It wouldn’t take him long to recover and she wanted him inside her, thick and deep, fast and hard. She stared at him, mesmerized by the black flash of his eyes when he looked up at her. His black hair fell thick and long around his face. His broad shoulders looked even wider than usual as he lay over her, his mouth fastened to her breast. “Bite me.” Her voice was barely a murmur of sound as she undulated on the bed. She wanted his bite, the lightning flash of desire that grew and grew until she couldn’t

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think, could only feel. His bite was magic. Piercing, hot, sensual magic. A shudder coursed through her at the thought. “There’s nothing more erotic than your bite,” she whispered. “Pure white heat. Every time you bite me it whips through me. I never get used to it. Every time it’s more powerful. More pure. Your bite alone can make me come.” He lifted his head from her breast, his incisors lengthening as she watched. “You want my bite?” “Yes. You know I do.” “Bare your breast for me.” She couldn’t look away from the fire in his eyes. Over a year together and he could still make her feel like it was their first time together. Something new and unknown. She hadn’t been willing to let him walk away that first night in the club and she’d been right. He was the man, the Vampyryn, for her. Reaching up she took the narrow lace strap and slowly pulled it down over her shoulder. His eyes never strayed to her bare breast. He stared at her covered breast, his eyes feasting on her as she bared herself to him, for him. “You look like cream. Pale, white, soft. Your skin is like satin.” He traced the back of his fingers down her chest and covered her bare breast with his hand. He squeezed and plumped, rolled the nipple against his palm, but his eyes never left the slow descent of the lace cup that showcased rather than hid her other breast. “Where do you want me to bite you?” She arched up. His hand on her breast wasn’t enough. She wanted -- needed -­ more. She needed his mouth, his teeth. She needed his cock buried deep inside her, filling her until she was sure she could take no more and then filling her even more. The fast, hot slide of his flesh in hers. That’s what she wanted, what she needed, what she yearned for. A hundred years would never be long enough. “My breast.” “Show me where.” His voice was pure, dark seduction. A call she couldn’t and didn’t want to ignore.

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Lace caught on her nipple. She groaned. The fabric raked her oversensitive nub as she pulled the material away. Arching up, she offered her breast to him. “Show me where you want my mouth. My teeth.” She looked up, shuddered when she saw the black desire in his midnight eyes. Releasing the strap she plumped her breast with her hand, holding it up to him, the pink nipple tight and prominent. Her breast felt swollen, and the flesh between her legs ached and pulsed, wet heat slicking her. He traced the undercurve of her breast with one fingertip. “Here?”

“Yes.”

He traced the inner curve. “Here?”

“Yes,” she moaned, on fire for him, but it was a pale fire compared to what was

to come. And she wanted the conflagration. “Here?” He traced the upper swell. “Yes.” She closed her eyes, couldn’t keep her hips still. His penis was hard against her hip. He was ready for her but not as ready as she was for him. She undulated under the light stroke of his finger on her breast. She spread her legs, ready to take him as deep and fast and hard as he wanted to take her. He was her husband, her lover, her dream. “Here?”

She gasped as he pinched her nipple. Her eyes flew open. “Phaeryn?”

“Are you ready, my love?” His eyes glowed with fierce need and a tenderness

that stole her breath.

Chapter Three Christmas Gifts “Phaeryn?” Her tone was questioning, hesitant. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. He’d asked her before and she hadn’t been ready. Was she tonight? “Love?” Was she ready? His teeth had branded her with pleasure again and again. Every time better than the last. Something in his bite increased her pleasure, heightened her senses. Would this be any different? Better? Slowly, she nodded. “Yes.” Phaeryn’s eyes glowed. He flicked her nipple with one fingertip. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” “Just as you’re mine,” she reminded him. He climbed between her legs, positioned his throbbing cock at her entrance. He rubbed the flared head against her wet folds, dark color flushing his face as he fought to hold back. She was his. Tonight he would take her the next step into his world. Everything he’d asked of her she’d done and loved and done again. Everything except this and one last thing. His muscles knotted as he pressed against her entrance again. She was hot, wet, as ready for him as she’d ever been -- and she was always ready. For him and only him. Lowering his head to her breast he licked around her nipple. The lower swell, inner swell, upper curve. As he licked he pressed against her entrance, increasing the pressure without entering her. “Phaeryn. Please.” She arched up, tried to press her breast into his mouth, tried to force him into her

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wet sheath. His teeth scraped and her breath caught. “Now. Bite me now. Take me now.” Her need, the demand that he take her, was music to him. He never tired of her desire. She was everything he’d ever needed and not known he wanted. And she was his in every way except the most fundamental, Vampyryn way. She thought he’d branded her with his teeth. And he had. But not in the most personal and intimate ways. And tonight she had agreed to the first of those two ways. “I love you.” He said the words against the lower swell of her breast, opened his mouth and let his teeth sink deep even as his cock pushed into her tight sheath. Kayla gasped and writhed. Pure, white flames raced from his bite to the very center of her being. Her cunt clenched. She was wet, her entire body shaking. He moved to her other breast, licked the lower swell of that breast, let his teeth sink deep. She screamed. Arching off the bed she forced him another inch into her wet, tight channel. Fire. She was being burned alive and she didn’t want it to stop. She could feel him everywhere. He was in her cells. He licked the inner curve of her left breast and bit. Repeated the process on her right breast. Her spirit fought the confines of her pleasure-wracked body. She shook and quivered. The power of his bite whipped through her, took her ever higher. Her hips moved in short thrusts, riding his cock as his teeth penetrated the upper curve of her breast, one and then the other. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her head tossed back and forth on the bed. It had never been like this. Too much to bear. His bite, his cock, filling her. Taking her. Penetrating. Phaeryn sucked her nipples with hard, constant pressure. She clamped around him, milking his engorged cock. She gasped as she climaxed. He felt the constant, growing ripple through her muscles, gasped himself when her sheath tightened around him.

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He settled his mouth over her breast. He used his tongue to ensure the position of her nipple. Her hips rose and fell, riding his cock even as she climaxed again. She gasped for breath. Her body was slick with sweat, her channel wet and hot. You are mine. Mine.

The words filled his mind, her mind as his teeth sank into her flesh.

Her mouth opened but no sound emerged. She arched like a bow off the bed,

almost threw him off but he held tight. His hips pistoned against her, his cock riding her hard, plunging deep. He released her breast from his bite, lifted his chest from hers and thrust as deep, as hard and as fast as he could. She raised one trembling hand to her pierced nipple, covered it and moaned. Her inner muscles tightened, squeezing him tighter than she ever had before. “One more.” He plunged deep and stopped. He pressed his head against her chest and fought for control. Tonight she was his. She’d put herself completely in his care, showed him her absolute trust. He took her other breast in his mouth, savored her, sucking hard, taking as much of her into his mouth as he could and it still wasn’t enough. Each time he sucked her inner muscles squeezed. He carefully positioned her in his mouth. “Phaeryn, it’s too much.” Her words were gasping but she didn’t raise a hand to stop him. She lay still, panting, shaking, waiting. He closed his eyes. His hips pulsed against her, not thrusting, just pushing into her, trying to forge his way deeper into her. He wanted them joined for all time, in every way. He bit.

She convulsed around him. Her scream, though silent, filled his mind.

He came. Hot jetting cum filling her. Emptying him.

As the power surged through him, it slowly dissipated, leaving him weak and

spent. He collapsed on top of her fighting for breath.

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Long minutes later he lifted his torso off her and moved to her side. He felt the loss as his cock pulled free of her clinging heat. If only there were a way, he would stay inside her forever. “That might make walking a little difficult,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. His arm tightened around her waist. “You wouldn’t need to worry about walking. I’d be carrying you. All you’d have to think about would be caring for my cock buried deep inside you.” “Mmmm.” She smiled and turned her face into his shoulder. “I think I could do that. We’ll start a new trend on Vampyr.” “Like the gauzy shirts that have become so popular.” Kayla pushed away from Phaeryn enough so she could look up at him. His voice was serious, his expression intent. “What is it?” she asked, but she already knew the answer. Vampyryn men pierced their mate’s nipples and inserted small, half circle rings with three colored beads that stood for their house, lineage and title. Thin, gauzy, often see-through blouses were worn by the women to proudly show off their rings. “Will you wear mine?” he asked, reading her thoughts. She shivered. The thought of wearing his colors, his rings piercing her nipples made her feel sexy and breathless, unnerved and skittish all at once. She was an independent woman. She’d chosen to tie her life to his. She couldn’t imagine life without him. He had pierced her nipples and it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. Wearing his rings wouldn’t make her any more his. Would it? Eyes wide she stopped and stared up at him. Was that it? Was that why she had resisted the piercing? She wasn’t afraid of Phaeryn. She knew he would never hurt her. He cherished and treasured her and she loved him for it. He made her feel warm and safe and special. Their child and the children yet to be born to them had a father who would give his life for them. She would never choose another man. Why didn’t she want to wear his rings? Why didn’t she want to wear a little nothing top and flaunt her pierced nipples wearing her husband’s colors? It wasn’t like he owned her or --

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Understanding dawned in her eyes and Phaeryn understood. He caught her face in his hands, pulled her to him and kissed her. His tongue delved deep, dueled with hers and reluctantly left her mouth as he pulled back. “I don’t want to own you. I want you just as you are. Independent, feisty, at times domineering but always loving me.” “The rings --” “Aren’t important if you don’t want them,” he interrupted. But she knew they were important. They were a sign, like a wedding ring yet more, that a woman was bound to her man, her trust in him complete, the bond forever. And she wanted forever with him. “I would be proud to wear your rings.” Her voice quivered but held. It felt as if she were stepping into a void, the unknown staring at her. Yet nothing would change. She was still the same person and so was he. Something hot and primitive flickered to life in his eyes. “You don’t have to. You’re as much mine without them as with them.” Her breasts swelled, her nipples throbbed in time with her pulse. Her sheath clenched and wet heat readied her for his penetration. “I want to wear your rings.” And she did. They would declare her hold on him as much as his hold on her. Eyes blazing, he swooped down and devoured her mouth with his. His tongue found every hollow; it mated and danced with hers. He sucked her lower lip, nipped and sucked again. He rolled off the bed leaving her panting and achingly ready for him. He was across the room almost faster than she could blink. He pulled open a drawer and took out a small, intricately carved mahogany box. It fit in the very center of the palm of his hand and seemed to glisten in the pale light from the bathroom. She looked from the box to his face and her breath caught. She didn’t know how to describe what she saw. His expression was a mix of emotions. Tenderness. Possessiveness. Love. Lust.

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He walked to the bed and sat down. His penis, jutting from his body, pulled her attention from his face and the box for a moment. Her tongue traced her lower lip and she swallowed hard. When she was near him she wanted him. And when they were both naked, his cock hard, her sheath wet, the need was overpowering. “Kayla. You’re sure?” Blinking, she nodded. “I’m sure.” Slowly, almost reverently, he took the top off the tiny box. He set it aside, reached into the box, and with two fingers that looked impossibly big next to the tiny carved piece of wood, he took out two rings. “Ohhh.” Her breath escaped but her lungs forgot to pull more air in. The twin rings were tiny and beautiful. They were brilliant, polished old gold in color. Instead of beads, three tiny stones were threaded on the rings. Red for the House of Fauvian. Purple for the royalty and blue to designate his role as heir to the throne. Phaeryn lifted her hand in his, turned his palm up so her hand was cradled in his. He laid the rings in her hand before releasing it. “These rings are a sign of our eternal bond. In wearing them you honor me.” Her sheath spasmed as he brushed her nipples with the tip of one finger, first the right, next the left. She started to lower her hand but he caught it in his. He took one tiny ring. It sprang open at a touch. Holding her breath she watched as he caught her right nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. She gulped in a breath as he lifted the open ring to her breast. The metal touched her and she shivered though she could barely feel it. Slowly, something almost ritualistic about his movements, he inserted the post where his teeth had already pierced. Carefully, he closed the ends. And while she knew it was impossible, she could have sworn she heard a snick like the closing of a lock. Instead of feeling trapped, though, she felt as if she had come home. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the glowing ring in her nipple as he lifted the second one from her hand. It looked beautiful, the ring resting atop her swollen nipple

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like a golden crown. Phaeryn caught her left nipple and inserted the post with the same care he had the first. He closed the ends, sat back and stared. When he looked up his eyes were bright with the strong emotions filling him. “My love. My woman. My wife. The mother of my child. My life.” Tears filled her eyes. Her love for him kept growing. And she wanted him. She needed him inside her, a part of her. She wanted him wild and untamed. Be careful what you wish for, he cautioned. She shook her head. She wanted him now. He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped, her hips undulating as the rings slid over her nipples, anchored by their piercing posts. The three tiny jewels rolled over her distended flesh raking her with pleasure. “Ohhh.” She gasped, tried to focus but couldn’t keep her eyes open as he teased the jewel-laced rings back and forth over her nipples. “What are those?” she gasped, spreading her legs in invitation. “Fuck me, Phaeryn,” she demanded, not waiting for an answer. “Fuck me now.” He couldn’t ignore her. His own need rode him hard. His cock was so full and tight it stood out like a pole. She was on fire for him and he wanted to build the flames. She grabbed him, her hand clutching tight as she tried to pull him to her wet entrance. Wincing, Phaeryn settled his hand over hers. “Easy,” he soothed, lifting her hand from his erection and grasping it himself. “I’ll give you everything you want.” “Now.” “Now,” he agreed. He guided his cock to her entrance, pushed against her and shoved himself inside, sinking to his balls with one powerful, gut-clenching thrust. He wouldn’t hold still. Couldn’t take his time. He rode her hard. His cock rammed in, pulled free. She was wet and tight, her inner muscles clutching and squeezing. Her legs wrapped around him, her heels dug into his buttocks. She writhed

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under him. Her body shook as he pounded into her. The rings in her nipples flashed as the light from the bathroom caught them as her breasts jiggled to his vigorous beat. She cried out as her climb ended in a body-wrenching orgasm. Her breasts swelled. Her nipples jutted. Her sheath tightened. He came. He wanted it to last forever but the intensity couldn’t be sustained. He collapsed, rolling them over so she was on top. Her breasts pressed to his chest, he could feel the rings that pierced her nipples. He shuddered. She was his. He adjusted her legs, deciding to stay inside her until he was hard again. He wanted her to sit up and ride him. He wanted to see his rings in her nipples as she took her pleasure from him. For now, though, he was content to hold her. Nipple piercing was an archaic custom on Vampyr, one he’d never given much thought to until he had Kayla. He hadn’t thought it meant much until she’d refused to let him pierce her. He shuddered again and his penis stirred inside her. Tonight she’d given herself completely into his care. A weight he hadn’t even realized he carried was gone. He held her tight as his penis slowly grew inside her. “Thank you for the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.” She nuzzled her head against his chest. “The nipple rings?” she murmured questioningly. He pressed his lips to the crown of her head. “My Christmas present is you.”

Angelina Evans Romance. Who can live without it? Certainly not Angelina Evans. Born, raised and still living close to the Canadian border, she enjoys visiting her neighbors to the north when she’s not busy writing. Writing has been a part of Angelina’s life since she could first string words together. Seeing her books in print is a dream come true. Her sincerest wish is that readers will enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them. Angelina loves to hear from her readers -- you can contact her at [email protected]