
Hot Blooded
By
KyAnn Waters
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Hot Blooded
COPYRIGHT Ó 2008 by KyAnn Waters
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2008
Published in the United States of America
To my editor. Diana, thank you for pushing me to write the best possible story---even when I went kicking and screaming.
Reviews
Delicious Darkness
A Recommended Read! DELICIOUS DARKNESS has definitely made my list for favorite books of the year. Everything about this story is phenomenal...KyAnn Waters managed to make me believe that true love really does exist. This is a story I will be raving about to everyone I know for a very, very long time! ~ Amanda Haffery of Dark Angel Reviews
The Cougar Meets Her Master
Colt is just...Hot. He sees her, he wants her; he goes after her. This character totally works for me! He relishes the challenge of dominating an alpha-female like Taylor so he presses his agenda with maximum heat, forcing her to gradually forgo her inhibitions...The BDSM aspects of the story are more subtle than you sometimes see, that is, D/s is displayed more as a state of mind for Taylor and Colt as opposed to utilizing many overt props and activities associated with a BDSM lifestyle. So if you're not sure about it, this would be a rousing introduction for someone who has never read something in this genre. The characters are interesting, the sex steamy and the HEA promises future delights. Who could ask for more? ~ Camomile of Whipped Cream Reviews 4 1/2 Cherries
Hot Blooded
Kelis Lebrun---Born in the year 1671 - Died 1708
Present Day, Los Angeles
Kelis Lebrun pulled at the collar of his button-down dress shirt. A sheen of perspiration glistened on his brow. He groaned, swallowing the lump in his throat.
His assistant, Ms. Loni Soleil squatted at the filing cabinet, pulling her skirt tight across her rounded backside. She glanced over her shoulder, catching him staring at her ass. "Are you okay, Mr. Lebrun?" She turned back around and lugged open the drawer, causing her hips to wriggle enticingly.
Sitting at his desk, he adjusted on the chair and gave room to his swelling cock. Not an uncommon occurrence since meeting his assistant. "Does it seem unseasonably warm to you?"
He loosened his red power tie and yanked it from around his neck. If he didn't get out of the office soon, he'd shed the rest of his clothing, and wouldn't that be a surprise for the prim and proper Ms. Soleil.
"You know me," she said, closing the drawer. "I'm always cold." She stood with the files and smiled.
Loni might be cold, but she made him incredibly warm. Soft spoken, sweet smelling, and if he didn't know better, he'd think she purposely kept him in a state of arousal.
Kelis didn't have problems with the heat, or more distinctly the sun...as long as he fed regularly, sating his needs on the sweet elixir of the unsuspecting Angelinos. He lived among humans, leaving them unaware of the symbiotic relationship he had with them.
"Here are those numbers you wanted on the McCann account." She set the folder on his desk, then tucked her hair behind her ear as she leaned over his desk. She clicked a few keys on his computer. "Did you know, on average, people fear spiders more than death?"
What? He'd obviously missed part of her conversation while he'd imagined that golden hair draped over his chest as she fucked the life out of him...except that he was already dead.
"Excuse me." His computer beeped, and the McCann portfolio filled the screen. "What do spiders have to do with the McCann account?"
She laughed, the light mellifluous sound played like a seductive tune to his ears. "Nothing. I was saying the other night I was in the library. You know the one on Fifth Street?"
Yes, he knew the location well.
"I think it's important for a person to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time in the library. I guess you could say I like to people watch." She glanced into his face and their eyes locked.
A chill slithered up his spine. Not a portent of lurking danger, but a sureness that she could expose his weakness should she learn the truth of his curse. Since their first introduction, he'd been hypnotized by the striking golden striations in her vibrant baby blues. Perhaps that's what he'd initially found attractive. Now, she seemed to have found a way under his skin. Something he never let happen.
"Don't you find people interesting?" she whispered, her pulse fluttering in her neck.
Shit. Adrenaline shot through his system. Was she trying to tell him something? Something she had no business knowing. Something she was better off not knowing. He'd been in the library a few nights ago. However, he hadn't been there for books...but to feed.
"I'm too busy to socialize." He couldn't risk friendships, and not when the hunger had him in its grip.
Los Angeles was known for its night life and its mild climate, but record heat had the city experiencing rolling blackouts. The heat and his hunger made him reckless. Normally, he was cautious. He had to be. Protecting his secret was imperative.
The sole purpose for maintaining his downtown office was to give him access to unknowing hosts. However, most of his investment and stock trading business was done through the Internet.
Before the digital age, he'd had to relocate often---different cities, different continents---because he didn't age. His appearance remained unchanged. Same hazel eyes, dark hair, and square jaw. He didn't have to work to keep a toned physique. Like most solitary predators in nature, he was strong, intelligent and cunning. His survival depended upon it.
Kelis didn't allow people close. Familiarity soon led to questions. Why didn't he ever look older? Why didn't he date? Why didn't he marry or have children? All questions he couldn't answer without revealing his secret. He doubted neither his friends nor clients would thrill to know they associated with a three hundred year old vampire.
"Let me pull up your schedule. You should take a day off." She hesitated briefly. "Another good place to people watch is Griffith Park. Plus, I love the observatory."
A quiet growl simmered in his chest. Yes, both good places, large crowds. One might call both locations a buffet.
Desire coiled in his gut like a poisonous snake ready to strike. He wanted Ms. Soleil---had since she came to work for him a month ago. However, a relationship outside the office was impossible...if that was the implication she was making.
Loni leaned over him and clicked a few more keys on his computer. Thick blonde hair hung to the middle of her narrow back. Her blouse pulled tight across her chest, revealing a lacy white brassiere. He cursed his acute eyesight. The thin fabric didn't conceal her beautiful round and full breasts with large dusky nipples. Yes, he stared as they puckered and poked through the thin material. She reminded him of the voluptuous women of two centuries ago. Curvy hips and buttocks, narrow waist and large succulent breasts gave her the perfect hourglass figure.
The subtle fragrance of her perfume drifted to his nose. Kelis sensed anxiety, but the strong pheromones of arousal nearly dropped him to his knees. He inhaled. Sweet hell, the intoxicating scent of her blood, surging through her veins caused his incisors to lengthen. He clenched his hands into fists and breathed shallow. The rapid pounding of her heart drummed in his ears. It couldn't be the rampant beat of his heart---he'd died long ago. The man he became didn't have a pulse.
"Your afternoon is free."
Free, no he would never be free.
"You've been working hard," she continued.
Yes, he had, but that wasn't the only thing hard. The heavy throb in his cock and the acute ache in his balls demanded release. They'd been toying with each other for the past month. Some twisted part of him enjoyed the agonizing torture of wanting something he couldn't have. When he'd hired Loni, he found her attractive but hadn't known how her presence would affect him...hadn't realized how much he'd want to bury is thick length into her wet heat. He didn't just want to suck on those perfect, erect nipples, but to bite---hard.
The subtle scent of her cream intensified when she was near him. She also wanted him, but he couldn't act on those desires. To do so meant sinking his teeth into the butter-soft flesh of her neck, drinking the lifeblood flowing through her veins, while he rammed his demanding steel shaft deep into her cunt.
"Mr. Lebrun?" Loni placed her pale hand on his forearm. Her alabaster skin, nearly translucent in color, revealed veins bulging with rich, decadent blood. His mouth watered.
Kelis jerked away from her touch. Heat blazed through his linen shirt and singed his flesh. "I need to get out of here." He slipped the top two buttons free. "It's bloody hot today."
"My invitation to go to the park still stands." Loni smiled, tilting those luscious lips, the ones he'd imagined wrapped around his rigid cock while she sucked him hard and deep into her hot cavernous mouth. He groaned.
"You should get some fresh air. We could pick up sandwiches." She brushed her hair over her shoulder and drew her fingers along her neck. "Unless you'd rather have...I mean, do something else?"
Fuck. Had she known he focused on the pulsing, heated blood flowing through her veins, she'd never have offered to spend the afternoon with him. He was a monster, and he couldn't steal her beauty.
Maybe if the woman was anyone except Loni. She was too much temptation. Meals were easy to find on the street. A quick conversation in the coffee shop, some psychic mojo, and he'd have an unsuspecting host, preferably female, cloaked from view in his mental shadow.
"Thank you for the tempting offer. Perhaps another time."
"Oh, well okay." She straightened but didn't walk away. "Let me know. The invitation is for anytime."
His cock strained in his pants, and his fangs, desperate to drop, nipped at his own lip. But he couldn't feed from Loni. Not a woman he wanted for longer than a moment in his eternal life. He would never---could never willingly change a human---especially Loni---no matter how much he wanted her.
Kelis remembered the day he lost his humanity. 12 December in the year 1708. In the filthy streets of London, death as he expected had not come, and immortality...immortality had been a fate worse than death. He'd spent the next hundred years in mental slavery until his master finally met his demise.
Kelis pushed the bitter memories aside. He was destined to be alone rather than change a woman and make her his mental slave. And while he accepted that lonely fate, when faced with a woman like Loni, a forsworn vow of pleasure, he cursed the burden of his existence.
"I think I'll take the rest of the day off." And spend it in bed, drinking his fill from a nameless host, expunging the image of Loni from his tortured mind.
In his haste, he bumped her as he stood and knocked her off balance. "I'm sorry." He grabbed her quickly.
The moment paused. Lights flickered and dimmed. The room darkened. Kelis turned to the windows facing the street. Heavy blinds blocked most of the sun, increasing the time he could go between feedings. But with the rolling outages in the city, the heat was just as deadly...to those around him.
She turned startled blue eyes to him. One hand rested on his arm and the other on his chest. She didn't pull away. Did she lean in?
Kelis needed to gather strength. Spending his days fighting his drive for blood and sex---Loni's blood and sex---was becoming a taxing occupation. If he didn't find a way to control his lust, he'd need to stop coming into the office and work from home. However, that posed another set of complications. He didn't hunt in the community where he lived. "Loni?"
She didn't seem to hear him. Her fingers grazed his sternum as she regained her balance. Then her hand fell away and she took a step back.
"Are you okay?" He held her at arm's length.
"No...um, maybe." She glanced into his face and blinked a few times. "Actually, yes. I am." She crossed the room. "I'll walk out with you. There are some things we need to discuss."
He shook his head. Better to discuss business in the office. In desperate times, a few personal acquaintances---he didn't have friends---had fed his hunger. Afterward, he always wiped the encounter from his host's memory. Strangers were preferable solely because of his own accountability keeping him from using those he knew. Like Loni.
"Oh, and it's personal. I understand that you don't want to have lunch with me."
"Loni, it's not that."
"You don't have to apologize. I understand. I'll grab a coffee and a croissant across the street at the café."
Shit. "Okay, we can ride down the elevator together." But no further. Not until he regained his strength.
"Give me a minute." She hurried out of the office and returned a moment later. She stood in the doorway, wearing a heavy sweater and with her small purse slung over her shoulder. "Okay. Ready."
He'd do better to keep this image in his head. "Aren't you warm?"
"You know me, I'm always cold."
Yes, and the more she kept covered, the better off he was. A woman who wore conservative length skirts, sheer but modest blouses, and sensible shoes didn't get on her knees under the desk, take her boss's cock into her wet wicked mouth and suck him off.
Too bad for him.
Kelis followed Loni into the outer office. "Are you happy with the position?" he asked as they walked down the corridor to the elevators. He hoped so. He didn't want to think about what it would mean to him not to see her. That would be worse than fighting his desire to possess her.
She smiled. "Yes." She hesitated. "And no." Then she hit the down arrow. Overhead fluorescent lighting flickered. "There are a few...adjustments I'd like to discuss."
The bell dinged and the doors opened. A wave of adrenaline washed over him. Within the confined space, her acute scent would weaken his resolve. The drumming of her heart would pound into his head until they reached the ground floor and he could put distance between them. Perhaps if he'd fed recently, he'd be able to withstand the aching need within him. But he hadn't fed and Loni wasn't safe.
Kelis followed her into the elevator. The doors closed. Loni stood near the control panel so Kelis took position in the opposite corner. Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms over his chest. He sensed her quick breaths, the rasp in his ear an erotic sound that tightened his groin. Desire for her clawed at his will. His labored breathing matched hers. Ninety seconds and he'd be free from her pull.
The elevator descended. The lights flickered. A loud screech vibrated the walls. The elevator came to a jarring stop. She cried out, lost her balance and fell against the control panel. They plunged into complete blackness.
"Loni, are you hurt?" His detached voice echoed in the silent elevator.
"It's dark." Her voice quivered. "I can't see my hand in front of my face."
Neither could he. Even with his night vision, he needed a sliver of moon or a star-studded sky to draw light from. In the windowless black box, he was as blind as she was. Although he still had his hearing, and the rustle of Loni's clothing alerted him to her movement and her location.
"Where are you, Mr. Lebrun?" Her breathless voice held a note of fear, and yet he felt her desire for him as sharply as his hunger for her clutched at his fortitude.
"Here." He stepped closer. "Call me Kelis." Hopefully calling him by name would calm her.
"What happened?"
Her fingers brushed his sleeve. She wrapped her delicate hands around his forearm. Kelis wanted to pull away. But he didn't. Fever washed over him, and her warm touch scorched his flesh through his clothing. Sweat trickled down his back. He began to salivate. His lips parted, and his fangs dropped. No! He had to maintain control.
"I suspect the rolling blackouts."
"Then we're trapped." Her voice rose. "On the news, they said the power company was rolling the blackouts in two hour blocks." Her grip tightened.
Two-hours. Fuck. He'd never last. Heat, from Loni and from the confined space, already had him apprehensive on his ability to withstand her lure. His teeth ached and his cock throbbed. He put his hand over Loni's. "Are you afraid?" She should be. He had only one way to stave off the hunger pains. Sex.
She stepped closer, and his fingers trailed up her arms. "I'm not afraid," she said. "As long as I know I'm not alone...that you're here with me."
He inhaled sharply. "You don't want to be alone with me," he whispered with his jaw clenched. "Not now." He gripped her shoulders, attempting to set her apart.
She clutched his arms. Her heart rate spiked. Blood rushed through her veins like a raging river, calling to him with the promise of eternal life. A lonely life for him. Even though he desired this woman, he would never subject her to an existence like his. He could make love to her---god forbid, feed from her---but he would never change her.
"But that's what I wanted to discuss with you." She rested a hand on his hip, and his cock jumped, engorged and throbbing.
He jerked his hands to his sides. "Loni, there are aspects about me you don't understand."
She trailed fingers up his torso. He hissed a breath through his teeth. Neither could see in the blackness, but he had a perfect image in his mind. He knew her blue eyes, like sunbursts, were focused on him.
He clenched his hands into fists to keep from touching her again. The temperature in the elevator climbed higher. "It's hot in here."
"Yes," she whispered.
He tuned into the rustle of clothing. Sweet hell, she was removing her sweater. It was going to get hotter.
She tugged on his shirttails.
"Loni?"
"Two hours can be a long time."
A lifetime. Hers if she didn't cease touching, talking, tempting him. "Don't." He gripped her hand, stilling her movements. "Loni, we can't."
"Are you going to tell me you aren't attracted to me?" She ignored the pressure of his hand and pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants.
"You know I am. But we work together."
"You're the boss and there's only the two of us, so who's going to tell?" One button slipped free. "I'm compromising you." Another button. "We're in a high stress situation." She finished unbuttoning his shirt and parted the linen. "And I'm afraid."
She didn't sound afraid, rather seductive and---with the way her fingers caressed his skin---determined.
Her lips fluttered against his sternum. "It's too dark. I need human contact."
But I'm not human...not for three hundred years.
She touched her tongue to his flesh.
"Oh god." Kelis grasped her by the shoulders, pushed her back against the elevator wall, and savagely sealed their lips. He couldn't stop. The need to rip her clothing from her body, spread her thighs, and impale her on his cock was too great.
No, he wouldn't stop until he could escape this black, suspended box. But he wouldn't feed, just fuck.
Her lips parted. A brush of tongues. Erotic because it was Loni, but not nearly enough. He couldn't seal their mouths, curl his tongue around hers and kiss her deeply, not without grazing her with his fangs. No, he couldn't risk drawing blood. Instead, he coaxed her. Tongue to velvety tongue. Touching, tasting, drinking the hot sweet flavor of her mouth. Her supple skin heated with his touch.
Kelis jerked away from the kiss. Pressure built. He growled and ground his cock into her mound. He didn't want finesse or romance. Didn't want to attach an emotional connection to what could only be a temporary solution to satiate his hunger. But this was survival---hers.
Knowing they would need to leave the elevator fully clothed, he found patience and carefully unbuttoned her blouse. He couldn't use his psychic shield with her, couldn't let her know his true nature.
"Let me." She pushed his fingers out of the way and quickly had her blouse and bra off.
"I can't see you, but I've imagined touching you too many times not to know your body by heart." He trailed a fingertip across her collarbone. Her pulse fluttered. "I know you in the dark because I've known you in my dreams."
She shuddered. "Please. Touch me."
"Never beg, my sweet." He sipped her lips. "That you allow me to touch you is more than I can put into words." Kelis held her close as he caressed her shoulder blade and down her back with one hand. Silken tresses fell like a curtain over his knuckles, past the strap of her bra.
He traced her spine to the zipper of her skirt. The rasp of the teeth unlinking sounded loud in the small compartment, but then so did their heavy breathing. Loni shimmied her hips and her skirt fell to the floor.
"Why, Ms. Soleil, I never would have guessed what you hid beneath your sensible clothing." He slipped a finger beneath the stretchy lace of her thong panties. "What color are they?"
"Ohhh. Pink. I think." He feathered a touch across her abdomen. "No, I can't think."
He reached around, grasped her buttocks, and lifted, aligning her mound to his bulging shaft.
"Don't think, just feel." He put her hand on his bare chest. "Give in to the pleasure...give yourself to me."
Kelis endured the erotic torture of her hands on his flesh. Her thumb brushed his beaded nipple. Inching higher, she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and tugged it down his arms.
Past his threshold for stimuli, Kelis toed off his wingtips, stripped off his socks, then dropped his slacks and briefs. Once naked, he went to his knees. Hooking a finger into the scraps of elastic, he slipped her panties over her hips and down her legs.
He had to touch before he tasted, know her with his hands, fingers, then his mouth. In the sweltering heat, the musky essence from her pussy grew stronger. He palmed her silk-covered calves. "Spread your legs, my sweet."
She stepped wider. Her legs were toned and sculpted. Kelis gently tickled the back of her knee, tracked his fingertips higher to the edge of her thigh-high stockings.
Her rapid breathing reflected the anticipation strumming through him. Finally, he inhaled deeply and slid his tongue between her moist, hot folds.
"Oh Kelis, yes." She gripped his shoulders.
Dark, delicious flavors floated across his tongue. Sweet and musky. Unlike anything he'd tasted before. He burrowed into her mound, searching out her nub and coaxing her clit from behind its hood with his lips. He licked and sucked, unable to quench his thirst for her.
"More. Give me more. Feels so good."
Kelis grinned. Apparently his agreeable assistant had a demanding side. Lifting one of her legs to his shoulder, he gave her what she wanted.
Parting her pussy lips, he plunged his middle finger deep, stroking her smooth inner walls. Her body trembled, and she clutched his shoulders. Two fingers. Hot cream flowed from her core. He continued to finger fuck her.
Kelis tamped down his needs and focused solely on hers. Yet his cock throbbed, his own juices seeped from the tip, trickling down the shaft. He'd gone too long, wanted Loni too much. Hunger he couldn't suppress surged through his system. He'd miscalculated. Perhaps with anyone except Loni the craving could have been calmed with sex. Loni was different. She increased his appetite. He couldn't resist.
Seeing with his hands, he kissed his way up her body. Light feathery kisses to her navel. He molded her heavy globes in his palms, then plucked her erect nipple with his lips. She inhaled, and he sucked more of her flesh into his mouth.
"Bite my nipples."
"No." She didn't know what she asked. He couldn't bite her.
"Kelis, please." She gripped his head.
"You don't understand. I won't be able to stop."
"I don't care. I know what I want. Bite me," she begged.
"I can't." Kelis groaned and bit hard into his own lip to keep from sinking his fangs into Loni. He seized her by the waist and lifted. "Wrap your legs around me." She did, and he positioned her with the engorged crown of his shaft at her drenched hole. "Ride me." He slid his cock into her hot, tight pussy. Wet walls gloved him in ecstasy.
Bracing her back against the elevator wall, he pumped his hips, driving in and slowly pulling out of her erotic sheath. Pain ripped through his gut. His fangs lengthened. He stretched his neck, refusing to succumb to his base need.
Loni cried out. "I'm coming." Her fingernails bit into his flesh. She clung to him. Sweat slicked their skin. Her breasts bounced, the taut nipples grazing his chest.
The rhythmic pressure on his shaft sent Kelis over the edge. He pounded into her channel, cramming her full of his cock. Instinct reigned. He couldn't stop. Nor could he deny himself kissing her neck, sucking her sweet flesh. He savored the foray into feeding. His mouth opened, and he pierced the soft flesh. His fangs lengthened slipping deep into a pulsing vein.
Blood surged into his mouth. Stars exploded behind his eyes. Scalding heat burned through his system. Oh fuck!
Loni wasn't human.
Loni Soleil - Born 1980 -
Loni cried out as Kelis' fangs pierced her throat. Spasms clenched her internal walls. Locked together, body and mind, she gave in to the rapture. She clawed his skin. Blood trickled down her neck. And his feeding frenzy intensified.
Air swirled around her. Warmth infused her blood, radiating outward until consuming their joined bodies. Kelis' cock continued to pound into her pussy as he bit harder into her flesh.
Loni burned hotter. The spark of the sun inside her grew, consumed all of her. Atoms within expanded, and her core pulsed. With every plunge of Kelis' cock, he stoked the fires within her.
In the blackness, she couldn't see with her eyes, but still she understood what was happening. "Take all you need," she whispered. For the first time in her immortal life, she gave instead of took.
Radiating heat, draining energy from all life around her, Loni existed...but didn't live. Never loved. Until now.
At first, she hadn't understood why she couldn't take from Kelis' life force. Realizing he didn't have one confused her. She had suspicions.
Because she was unique in the world, she'd wondered if any other entities, not wholly human existed. So she'd followed him, discovered the truth, and now wanted a part of him. Needed to give him this part of her.
Blood raced through her veins. The room spun. Loni squeezed her eyes tightly closed and reveled in the sensations rocketing through her body. She felt as though she were falling, yet Kelis held her chest to chest, arms entwined, anchored where their bodies joined---his teeth deep in her neck and his cock plunging into her velvet heat.
Her head fell back against the wall, legs tightened around his hips, and she came again. Hard, pounding, convulsions rocked her. She moaned, felt Kelis' cock thicken and lengthen.
A low possessive growl rolled from his chest. His fangs slipped from her vein, he stretched his neck and released a primal cry. At the same moment, his pistoning hips took on a punishing rhythm, pummeling into her.
A wave of pleasure crashed over her. She came continuously, soaring to the pinnacle of ecstasy then erupting again with Kelis. Hot streams of cum filled her as her walls gripped him in an iron sheath, refusing to let him go.
Tantalizing kisses along her neck brought on delirium. Spinning. Falling. She couldn't maintain her equilibrium. Her back pressed into the floor. Spasms contracted her vagina. His shaft filled her, and when he retracted, the acute loss was jarring.
With each thrust, she fell more under his spell. Euphoric pleasure heated her skin where his mouth grazed a trail of hot kisses. And still, he continued to drive into her in hard, demanding strokes. Rampant beats of her heart pounded in her head, set the tempo of her ragged breaths.
She touched, caressed all of him. Her hands continued to feel their way over the hard planes of his body. Kelis was beautiful.
Olive skin, bright intelligent eyes that pierced her soul. She wouldn't call it stalking, but she'd pursued Kelis with purpose. She'd never imagined sex between them would take her out of her mind, merge their souls. She had wanted to gift him with her blood. She hadn't realized how much he'd give her in return. Emotion choked her.
Kelis had quiet strength, yet feral possessiveness simmered beneath the surface. Without touch, his gaze had claimed her. She'd only had to get him to act on his carnal impulses. Well, he was with her now. And taking him into her body, she took him into her heart.
Loni cracked her eyes open. An ethereal glow, dim at first, but growing brighter, illuminated the stifling hot elevator. Impossible. She hadn't released her control over the electricity. She focused on the confusing images before her.
Not only did she pulse with light, but her back wasn't pressed to the floor. Instead, she was suspended eight feet off the floor. Kelis held her against the ceiling, his cock still buried balls deep, pressing, impacting hard against the top of her womb.
Blood smeared across his mouth and chin. Fangs, at almost an inch in length, dropped from beneath his upper lips. Blood dripped from the tips. His dilated pupils, wild and confused, locked on her face.
"Kelis." She touched his cheek, wrapped her hand around his neck and brought his mouth to hers.
Lips touching, sliding her tongue along the seam, she tasted the coppery essence of her blood...of him.
Kelis roared and pushed away. "No!"
They slid down the wall, crashing to the floor.
"You must not ingest my blood." He flicked his tongue against his lips. "I bit into my own flesh to keep from biting yours."
She put her fingers to her neck, slick with blood, then stared at her hand. She'd pushed him, fed him, now she prayed she wouldn't have to battle him and he would accept her gift.
As if suddenly noticing the room was no longer dark and that she was the source of illumination, he reared back. "Loni?" He reached toward her glowing aura. "What are you?"
"I don't really know. My mother calls me a Solterrian. But I think I might be the only one because my father was from another star system. He was only with my mother for one night." She licked blood from her fingers. "And you can't change me. I'll never be vampire." She stared into his eyes. "I'm immortal."
"Impossible."
Loni snorted. "This from a vampire."
"In three hundred years, the only immortals I've met are dead, like me, feeding off humanity."
"I'm not dead, and regardless of what you believe, you can't kill me. I don't get sick. I heal quickly, and I don't scar. We're alike in a lot of ways."
Kelis grabbed his clothing. "Get dressed. You have a lot more explaining to do." Now that the room glowed, he went to the control panel. "We need to find a way out of here."
"I'm ready to tell you anything and everything you want to know about me." Loni slipped on her skirt and blouse but tucked her panties and bra into her purse. She budged him out of the way and touched the control panel. Lights flickered, the elevator lurched, and they were descending again.
Kelis shook his head. "I don't think I want to know any more."
"Kelis, I was desperate. I've been flaunting, practically throwing myself at you for over a month."
"I'd hardly call your attire provocative."
"You wouldn't have responded if I'd gone braless in a halter top." She pulled a tissue from her purse and handed it to him. "You need to wipe the blood from your chin."
Grabbing the tissue, he said, "Do you know how many times I imagined you on your knees, under my desk, sucking my cock? I would've responded. I responded to you in those bulky sweaters."
"I have to wear the sweaters to stay warm." Loni wiped blood from her neck, but like Kelis, she needed a shower to clean up. Between his semen between her legs and her blood, she was a sticky wet mess. "I carry part of the sun inside of me. The hotter my environment, the less energy I have to take from those around me."
"That's why my office has been so bloody warm."
"Yes."
"Are you responsible for the unseasonably hot temperatures in Los Angeles?"
She chuckled. "I don't have that kind of power."
"You have more power than you think. I've been walking around the office with a hard-on for a month."
"Yes, and then leaving to take what should have been mine..." She stared into his eyes. "I can see you, Kelis, when you think no one else can." His eyes narrowed. "You gave to others what you desired from me." Her voice broke.
"Feel free to take some of the blame. The higher the temperature, the more often I must find a host."
"Don't," she snapped. "You choose who. You choose where." She lowered her head. "At least you have some control on those you use to stay alive. I use everyone." She paused then whispered, "Except you."
The elevator reached the first floor, dinged and the doors opened. Firefighters filled the ground level of the downtown highrise. Loni expected the commotion. This was the only building to experience the "rolling blackout."
"It's empty," a fireman said. The crowd quieted, probably because they'd feared people were stranded in the elevator.
Kelis ushered her through the foyer. "We both have some psychic mojo. You can explain that thing you did with the electricity. However, you apparently have already discovered my ability to shield us from view."
"I assume we're shielded now?"
"Yes. They only saw an empty elevator."
She put her hand on his arm. "So then if I stopped." She stopped walking. "And told you I want you to take me like you took that woman in the library the other night, would you?" She fingered the top button of her blouse.
Kelis snatched her hands. "No. And you shouldn't have been there." Releasing her, he took a step back. "I never knew their names, never saw them again. Their only purpose is to meet my needs."
"But they haven't, not truly." She countered his retreat and leaned into him as a fireman bustled passed. "You and I need the same thing. If you would take time to think about me, about the past month---if you weren't so stubborn," she said on an exasperated breath. "I know you'd see we've both found, in each other, exactly what we've always wanted. No, more than that. You need me."
She stood on tiptoes, brushed his lips with hers and cupped his cock. The pressure of her fingers through his slacks had blood rushing into his shaft.
Kelis closed his eyes and let the words, words never before spoken to him, wash away his mistrust. Three hundred years of secrecy, of steadfast belief that he was destined to be alone rather than enslave another human. He hadn't allowed himself to entertain the possibility that he could share his existence with Loni, this woman who appealed to him on every level. But faced with the truth of the past hour, a glimmer of hope, something he hadn't had in centuries, began to take root.
She could be wrong. What if she did mutate, became like him? He'd know as soon as the hunger took hold, the unquenchable thirst for survival. Yet, what if she was right, and he couldn't change her? Emotion welled in his chest, and a lump formed in his throat. Cursed or not, he wouldn't let her go.
"Come with me." He took her hand. He could carry her on the wind and make the journey to his home in moments, but he needed time to rationalize all she'd done...how much she wanted to give him. If he wasn't mistaken, she offered her blood supply.
Life without guilt.
Reflecting on the past month, he should have noticed her efforts, but he'd been occupied with trying to remain distant.
He escorted her to his vehicle. All aspects of human life were mimicked by a vampire. He ate, though blood was the only substance he needed for survival, and drove a car, even if his version of travel was more efficient.
"We'll talk at my home."
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Isolated in the middle of Calabasas, a person wouldn't know Kelis' estate existed accept for an aerial view. In three centuries he'd managed to accumulate wealth and property. The stock brokerage firm merely provided a means to mask his finances.
He turned left into his driveway and paused at the metal security box with a number pad. He entered a code at the gate, then drove a half mile into the wooded area surrounding the sprawling eight thousand square foot home.
Loni put her hand to the window. "It's beautiful."
Clusters of palm trees lined the drive. Sycamores, oaks, and quaking aspens filled the groves on both sides of the property. Isolated and remote, from this vantage, it was hard to believe they'd just come from a bustling metropolis.
He sighed. "And lonely."
She reached across the console. "Not anymore."
No, he wouldn't be lonely with Loni. She would bring laughter and light into his dark existence. But could he trust in her...in himself? Three hundred years of solitude was all he knew.
The driveway circled around the front of the house. He parked near the porch and turned off the ignition. "Ready?"
She nodded and opened her car door. Standing in front of the house, she lifted her face to the cloudless cerulean sky. Sunshine reflected off the golden highlights in her hair and cast a glow upon her porcelain skin.
Unlike in the elevator when she radiated light, she seemed to draw the sun's rays, taking them in and then emitting pulsing waves of energy. Her eyes slid closed and her lips slightly parted. He suspected he wore the same rapturous expression when he fed. This was part of her survival, taking in the energy of the sun.
Through her blouse, he watched her nipples tighten. She dropped her purse to the ground. After slipping off her shoes, she took a few steps onto the thick lush grass surrounding the porch. She turned her heated blue eyes to him.
"Tell me what you see when you look at me." She slipped the buttons of her blouse free. The fabric billowed in the gentle breeze and floated to the ground.
"A beautiful woman."
A serene smile curved her lips. "Thank you. But you know that isn't what I want to hear." She tugged down the zipper of her skirt, then let the material pool around her feet. "We're the same. Always taking, never having the opportunity to give."
Kelis took a hesitant step forward. "What if you're wrong? Loni, what I want may make you a mental slave to me. Your thoughts wouldn't be yours. You'd have no choice but to obey my wishes."
"Kelis, I wouldn't need to be enslaved to want to give you everything I am." Tempting him to take another step closer, she cupped her breasts, lifting and pinching her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. "For the first time in my life, I'm giving instead of taking."
She trailed a hand down her soft stomach to the apex between her thighs. Kelis' eyes locked on the nest of curls, shimmering with moisture, evidence of her arousal. His tongue swelled with the memory of her sweetness. A tidal wave of blood surged into his shaft. Sweat trickled down his spine. Standing in the hot L.A. sunshine, with Loni, he had to have her, claim all of her, feed from her.
Until this moment, his estate offered solitude. Now, the remoteness offered privacy. A growl rolled from his chest. His fangs lengthened. He didn't attempt to hide his desire. Rather he wanted to give her the opportunity to flee.
She didn't run but pressed against him. "We aren't strangers, and I'm not afraid of you." She nipped at his lips.
Her warm breath blended with his. He inhaled sharply, sucking in the scent of her blood coursing close to the surface. "If you give yourself to me now," he said. "I won't let you go...ever."
"Do you think I'm going to let you go? For the past month we've laughed, shared, and have grown to know each other."
"I believe you know more about me than I do of you." He knew Loni pulsed with life. That she offered him the sweet blood surging through her veins. Overcome with the hunger, he pulled her into his arms. "But that will change."
"You don't have a life force. I had to know why. Now I do." She tipped her head back, offering her neck.
Kelis wrapped an arm around her naked back. Her nipples prodded against his chest. She was his.
Human blood fed his appetite. The moment his teeth slipped into Loni, piercing her vein, he knew he'd never feed from another. Unlike anything he'd ever encountered, liquid energy surged through his system. Synapses fired. Stars exploded behind his eyes.
With his teeth embedded in her neck, he took her to the ground. There was no need for a mental shadow to conceal his voracious attack.
He pulled his fangs from her neck and roared. Drops of blood dripped from his lips, spattering on her heavy breasts. He bent forward, lapping the delicious spilled nectar.
Unable to resist, he sank his teeth in her dusky areola. Sweet coppery elixir flowed into his mouth, down his throat. He drank in the rapture. Muscles throughout his body tightened then relaxed as endorphins flooded his system. His vision blurred. Warmth of her blood pooled in his stomach and radiated heat.
For a moment he was alive again...while the hunger had him in its clutches. His curse. And Loni was the cure.
Kelis sucked, trapping her taut nipple firmly between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Loni cried out. Her back arched off the thick soft grass. Sunshine cast across her angelic face. A deep and crushing pressure clamped around his chest.
Mine.
Kelis released her nipple, laving his tongue over the bite, instantly healing the puncture wounds. With a snap and a tug, he had the fly of his slacks open. Contrasting with her blonde, neatly trimmed pussy, his shaft thrust from a thatch of black springy hair. After pushing his pants past his hips, he kicked them off. Then he hovered over her body, spread her thighs for his hips and settled between them. Heat from her core warmed the engorged crown of his cock poised at her entrance.
Mine. Hard and heavy, his rod slammed into her fiery sheath.
Loni twined her arms around his broad shoulders and locked her legs around his hips. Meeting him thrust for thrust, she trembled, writhing beneath him.
Kelis pressed his mouth to hers, silently seeking entrance by tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. He thrust hard, deep, digging in and pulling back with exquisite force. She gasped, and he sealed their mouths. Tongues rolled together, tasting, toying, heightening their connection.
Loni's breathing grew shallow and fast. She neared the brink of release. Pressure built in his balls. Muscles in his ass clenched as he increased speed and depth, plunging into her channel. He craved more of her blood, but her tongue parried with his. He tasted the smooth hot caverns of her mouth, mimicking the same motion with his cock.
In a flash of heat, her body jolted. Rhythmic pressure pulsed around the engorged length of his shaft, filling, stretching, claiming her.
Bloodlust raged through him. Kelis groaned and sank his teeth into her tongue. Pain raked across his back. Her nails clawed his flesh as her body bucked, crashing into another orgasm. Cream gushed from her pussy, bathing his cock in her hot juices.
With his hands clasped to the sides of her head, he held her immobile while his hips continued to rock, driving his cock in and out of her contracting core. Lightning flashed from the tip of his cock, into his balls, through his veins, and exploded behind his eyes. He came, ejaculating his seedless cum in pulsing, throbbing contractions.
After drinking his fill, his feeding kiss turned to one of sensual exploration. No longer punishing in potency but soothing and passionate.
"Mine," she whispered, mirroring his earlier thoughts.
Kelis lifted his head and stared into her sated and contented eyes. "Forever."
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Delicious Darkness
by
KyAnn Waters
A fugitive from a dark dimension, Dorian Hunt seeks a total bonding. Like a vampire needs blood or a werewolf needs the moon, Dorian needs to anchor himself to a woman of white light in order to survive. Without the mating, within one lunar cycle his might and magic would cease to protect him.
Audra Quinn has always been afraid of the dark. As an empath, she knows when Dorian enters her small metaphysical bookstore, that he is the man who can help her realize her true potential as a woman of white light.
Bounty hunters from his dimension are lurking in the shadows waiting for their opportunity to capture him, dead or alive. Dorian knows he will be easier to manage dead. Will Dorian have the strength to defend, or does it take the magic of a woman of white light to annihilate the evil darkness?
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Stomach clenched. Heartbeat escalated. Her nerves tripped, sending an intuitive message to her brain, the instinctive need to do whatever was necessary to survive danger.
The whispers echoing in her mind forced her to turn on every light. Put a match to white candles. Her hand trembled as she smudged the room, burning sage, cedar and sweetgrass to dispel negative influences. In a practice as innate as breathing, she protected herself because once again she was the hunted.
Outside the windows of her metaphysical book and gift shop, dusk had settled. With the night came her anxiety. This was their time. Physically and mentally powerful men not of her world, men her instincts told her were deadly under the canopy of an inky black sky.
Standing in her shop, Audra Quinn closed her eyes and visualized white light emerging from the crown chakra---the energy point located at the top of her head---engulfing her to the root chakra---the heart of her femininity.
He was coming, and she didn't have the fortitude to resist. He wasn't the first, yet he was different. As long as she could remember, she'd been their fixation. Only never before had she wanted to succumb.
Audra's gift of empathic abilities protected her from men like the one whose imminent arrival loomed closer. She had the sensation of his heavy breath on her skin. Heard his beating heart. Sensed the darkness dwelling within him. Audra had always been afraid of the dark.
Her breathing became shallow. This man was more powerful than the few who had come before. She couldn't remember her awareness ever being so palpable. Nerves quickening into frenzy, her heightened senses told her to flee. No! She didn't run anymore. She was strong enough to withstand his influence.
Yet, tonight the darkness seemed more relentless. And never before had it made her blood pump through her veins like the raging rapids of a wild river.
He was different.
She didn't need to turn around to know that he was there. He had come for her.
Standing just inside the door, he could not disguise the darkness that lurked within, not from her. Audra's powers remained focused. They had to be. Showing him weakness would increase his strength.
Hypnotic, ice-blue eyes locked onto hers, and the impact hit her in the solar plexus, the spiritual center. He took a step closer, and the energy moved into her root. The heat dampened her panties and engorged her clit. She tightened her thighs to quell the ache. Hardening into tight buds beneath her shirt, her nipples strained for the touch of his hands. She closed her eyes only to visualize with perfect clarity how it would be for his long blunt fingers to touch her heated flesh and part the swollen lips of her pussy.
A moan broke from her lips. She leaned against the counter. Blood pounded in her ears. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her legs spread of their own volition. He was there, and yet he wasn't. She could feel him pressing into her. His thrusting cock stretched her, pushed past the barrier of her innocence and claimed her as his own.
Audra's eyes flew open. This was his intent.
At her body's responses, she questioned her ability to shield herself. More disturbing was her uncertainty that she wanted to. Attempting composure, she cleared her throat.
"Can I help you?" It was the wrong thing to say because it was clear in her mind that he intended to help himself. To her.
The light in her small shop couldn't penetrate his aura. He moved in shadow amid the incense, crystals and new age books. He passed Egyptian statuaries, Indian incense burners and tarot cards on his way toward her. He neared the back wall with shelves stocked with Kama Sutra creams, oils and powders. The candles she'd lit burned brightly, flickered, and then extinguished, smoldering in his wake.
Her chest constricted as he stepped around the counter. Nothing between them but sexually charged kinetic energy.
His desire spiked her arousal, and her arousal increased his desire. Always before, she had been able to remain steadfast in her determination not to succumb to the temptation of the men who came from the night. Tonight she wouldn't. Every cell in her body cried out to this man...to the darkness in him.
Large and statuesque, he stood well over six feet tall. Her eyes raked up his long legs, past his thick muscled thighs encased in black denim, and rested on the swelling evidence of his hunger behind the faded fly.
Shoulder length hair, dark as the shadows from where he came, brushed the collar of his open leather jacket. He wore a tight T-shirt that made her hands twitch with the need to run over the contours of his broad, powerful shoulders. His deliciously disturbing scent, masculine and spicy, hit her senses with the impact of a tidal wave.
Butterflies filled her stomach as his hand reached out to touch her. She weakened, and her knees buckled. His blatant desire hammered into her thoughts in relentless telepathic images. Erotic images wreaking havoc on her will. She'd never encountered such a virile man. Only he wasn't just any man.
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