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  Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he leaned in and flicked his tongue against my skin, licking up the blood that ran down my leg. I shuddered and heat spread down from my belly. He looked up at me and whatever he saw in my eyes must have convinced him to continue. He lowered his head again and slowly licked up my leg. His tongue ran over the scrape and was strangely soothing, spreading heat into me. He moved his hand down from where it rested on my skirt and gently slid it between my legs. He gripped the one he was licking firmly, fingers digging into the tender skin on the inside of my thigh. I sighed and reached down to tighten my fingers in his hair and he moaned and licked my leg faster.

  Suddenly he rose and grabbed me by my hips, pushing me backward on the bed and in one swift motion he was on top of me. He used his arms to hold his weight off me and I looked up into his blue eyes. He was so amazingly attractive as he gazed down at me, heavy-lidded with desire, that even the hint of his fangs showing through his smile didn’t worry me a bit. I felt myself growing wet and his smile deepened as he lowered his mouth toward my neck. I felt a moment of fear that he would bite me but he just sucked on my neck, nibbling lightly and grazing my ear with the tips of his fangs. I groaned in pleasure and reached out to pull him down on top of me, writhing under him and pressing myself against him.

  He moaned and snaked an arm under me to grip me by the back of the neck. He tilted my head back and I gasped in pleasure and anticipation as he held me there and leaned above me, gently licking at my lips and avoiding my attempts to kiss him properly. He breathed lightly in my ear and ran his cheek against mine as he moved his head back, placing a fleeting kiss on my lips as he did so. He chuckled softly as I moaned in dismay and then he finally lowered his mouth to mine. He kissed me deeply, his tongue darting around my mouth, and I stilled under his kiss. He must have had ages to practice, I thought to myself in a stunned sort of way. I’d never been kissed anything like this before and wow! I hadn’t realized what I was missing. I focused on the feel of his lips on mine and realized I could happily lie here kissing him forever.

  Still kissing me, he slid his free hand down my hair and past my collarbone. Gently he slipped his fingers under the loose strap of my silk tank and kept going, brushing his palm against the top of my breast. I moaned softly and thought just kissing him wouldn’t be enough at all. I wanted more. I needed more.

  I moaned to encourage him and lightly ran my nails down his back. He sighed against my lips and slid his hand into my bra to grip my nipple. An electric shudder ran through my body and I gasped and pressed myself hard against him. He groaned and pulled back from me suddenly, making me give a little cry of dismay. He looked at me for a second as he sat back on his knees, straddling me with his strong thighs.

  “You know…that I am not…like you?” he asked me, uncertainty in his voice.

  I looked up at him, desire coursing through me, and reached down to grab the bottom of my tank top. I eased it up over my head and tossed it onto the floor. His eyes darkened as he looked at me and I ran my hands lightly down over my breasts and across my stomach. I gently pulled loose the knot that held my skirt together and slipped the material back across my hips, exposing my panties. I lay there as he looked down at me and I was immensely happy I was wearing a beautiful, blue lace bra and panty set. It set off my tanned skin and I thought it was lovely.

  I inched my hand to his leg where it lay over my thighs and then I ran my hand up toward the bulge in his pants, pressing firmly and then releasing in a light massage as I went. I moved my hand over him rhythmically and he gasped and caught my hand quickly, pulling it away. I caught my breath in turn and moved with his motion, coming up to wrap my free arm around his neck and pull him down on me.

  “I don’t care,” I whispered against his mouth before kissing him again.

  He groaned and relaxed against me for a second before pulling away and moving his mouth down my collarbone to my breasts, tracing a gentle trail with his tongue.

  Gently and teasingly he stroked the tips of my breasts through the lace with both hands, making me writhe in pleasure before he reached around so quickly to remove my bra I barely even noticed he’d done so. He gave a sigh of pleasure as my breasts bounced free and he lowered his mouth to one nipple while he stroked and pinched the other one. I moaned and sighed and stretched my arms above me, arching my torso, my nipples pointed up for his attention. I wrapped one leg around his waist and moved my hips against him rhythmically.

  He slid a hand farther down, tracing the line of my stomach as I squirmed and then gently sliding his hand into my panties. He found my clit quickly and rubbed it in a slow circle. I cried out softly and rocked against him as he flicked his tongue on one of my nipples while he pinched the other with his free hand. The hand between my legs made soft circles on my clit, and both his hands and his tongue were perfectly in synch. My vision blurred as waves of pleasure rolled over me. With a burst of stars behind my eyes I came violently. I shuddered and clasped him to me as I came and I heard his low chuckle as I struggled for breath. My whole body relaxed and I found I could barely move.

  After a bit—I had no idea how long—I opened my eyes again to see Adin lying on his side, looking down at me and stroking my hip lightly.

  “Good?” he whispered.

  “Oh yes,” I replied in a soft voice I could barely force out. “Very good. I hope you don’t think we’re finished here though?”

  He smiled at me and I gently tugged at his shirt. He obliged me, reaching down to pull it over his head. Oh wow! I had only seen bodies like that in movie star magazines. I ran my hand down his chiseled chest in wonder, stroking his abs softly. He caught my hand and brought it to his lips, turning it over to kiss the underside of my wrist. A shiver of pleasure ran through me and I freed my hand and pulled myself up. I kissed him gently and placed both hands on his hard chest, pushing him down to lie beneath me. I kneeled above him and leaned down to slowly let my hair brush against his chest as I moved my hands to the button on his jeans. I undid the button, biting my lip as I did so, and pulled the zipper down carefully. I glanced up as I pulled the jeans away from his hips and down his legs. He lifted his hips to help me, smiling slightly, his eyes smoldering at me.

  He was wearing tight white underwear under his jeans and his penis bulged under them. I smiled in pleasure. It looked as if his cock was going to be everything a girl could hope for. I bent my head to his chest and gently licked his nipple. It was hard and round, about the size of a dime, and was as hot as the rest of him was. I nipped him lightly and he groaned and moved his hands, one to my head to run his fingers gently through my hair and the other to my shoulder where he squeezed tightly.

  Pleased, I sucked in earnest, causing him to groan. I slid farther down and hooked my thumbs into his underwear, pulling them down and releasing his cock. It lay against his stomach, as large and throbbing as I had hoped it would be, and I gazed at it in pleasure before lowering my head. I gently exhaled on the tip and it moved toward my mouth as though it had a life of its own. I circled the end of it gently with my lips. He was so big I didn’t think I’d be able to get much more than the tip in. I flicked my tongue against him and his hips thrust against me, driving more of his cock into my mouth. I moved down the shaft as much as I was able and then up again, putting my thumb and forefinger around the base and using my other hand to complement my movements. His breathing increased and I slid the hand holding him down to cup his balls. I squeezed lightly and pulled on them gently and he gasped and grabbed me by the shoulders, lifting me up and on top of him in an instant.

  He fitted my legs over his hips and I pressed my pussy against the length of his cock, rocking back and forth and rubbing my clit down the shaft. He groaned and pulled me down to kiss me before grabbing my hips and positioning himself.

  “Wait,” I said breathlessly, “what about protection?”

  “Not necessary,” he moaned back. “I can’t have kids and don’t get diseases.”

  With that he thrust me
down on top of him and I cried out in shock at how good it felt as his cock entered me. He held me there for a second and I felt myself pulse on top of him, completely filled. He groaned and closed his eyes before using his hands on my hips to rock me on him. I moaned and cried out as we moved. I’d never, ever felt this good. He increased his speed and I collapsed against him, burying my face in his neck as he moved me on him.

  He gave a deep shudder and suddenly rolled us over in one smooth motion so he lay on top of me. He propped himself above me on his knees, staying inside me the whole time, and grabbed my legs. Pulling them up against his chest, he began to fuck me in earnest, pulling out almost the whole way and slamming into me again. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, all I could do was cry out in pleasure and clutch the blankets beneath me. I heard a voice begging for more through my pleasure haze and I was surprised to realize it was mine.

  Adin roared and gave one last mighty thrust before stiffening against me and I lost myself again in a wave of pleasure that took me completely out of myself.

  When I could think again, I found I was lying cuddled up against Adin’s side. He had one arm around me, tucking me tightly to him, and was gently running his other hand through my hair. I wasn’t sure if I had fallen asleep or if I had just been lost in the aftermath of the most incredible orgasm I’d ever had.

  I lay there for a while, content to just let him stroke my hair. I was warm and happy and after that terrible night, I just wanted to cuddle up with the gorgeous man in my arms until I fell asleep. All too soon however, questions began running through my head until finally I couldn’t bear it.

  “Adin,” I asked.

  He seemed to stiffen a little. I tilted my head up to look at him and he nodded at me to go on.

  “Are you a vampire?”

  He paused for a moment and I wasn’t sure if he was going to answer before he sighed.

  “Yes, I suppose I am at that.”

  He peered down at me and when I didn’t pull away from him he continued as if reassured.

  “Not everything you think about vampires is true. We don’t need to kill, though we do live off blood.”

  When he didn’t continue, I poked him lightly in the chest, and after a further pause he went on.

  “Okay, well, I can go out in the day, I’m just very weak if I do. Like a regular human and a sick one at that. I do need blood, but I am very old and I don’t need much. What I licked off your leg will last me a week. Assuming I don’t get hurt, that is.”

  “How old are you?”

  This time the delay before he replied was so lengthy I thought he wasn’t going to answer at all.

  “I’m two hundred and thirty-three years old. I was born in what’s now called Ireland. Before my country became part of Britain.”

  Wow. Okay. That was an age difference, all right. But, I mean, after a certain point it became almost irrelevant. And he didn’t look his age. That was for sure.

  “And what were those…things we encountered?” I continued, filing the age difference away to think about later.

  “Those were Urlocks. They were looking for me. I have an enemy and he’s been searching for me for a long time. Those are his creatures.”

  “You laughed when you killed that first one—why?”

  Adin looked down at me sharply before smiling.

  “I would not have thought you’d notice that, scared as you were. I was laughing, indeed. My enemy and his creatures are rarely together. If they came for me, then that means he didn’t think his information was accurate. He’s a vampire too, like me. Older, although I’m stronger than he is. I killed his favorite child and he’s never forgiven me. His daughter was a vicious monster and I’m glad she’s dead, though his persistence is almost making me regret my actions. He is always looking for me, always collecting rumors and checking to see if the rumors are true. If he was sure his information was accurate and knew for certain I would be here, he wouldn’t have sent the Urlocks after me; he’d have come himself, with stronger allies to support him. I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of this. Wrong place, wrong time. What were you doing there, anyway?”

  I thought about it for a second. “I’m not sorry, not anymore. They didn’t hurt me, and I got to meet you. I was walking home from work, if you must know.”

  He smiled down at me. “Well, I’m glad I was able to make up for putting you through such a scary experience. You shouldn’t walk by yourself in isolated areas late at night. There are monsters out there.”

  “Yes, I get that now.” I didn’t think I’d ever walk anywhere alone at night again. “So, the monsters found you, didn’t they? What happens now?”

  “Well…” A frown crossed his handsome brow and he sighed. “They did find me here in Manhattan. Even if I killed them all, he’ll know where he last sent them. Where they disappeared. And even though I’m not the only one who could have killed them, by any means, he will come himself to check and he’ll bring too many for me to defeat. I’ll have to leave now, go somewhere else. Start over again. It’s a shame, really. I like this old place and I’m not eager to leave Manhattan. Not right now.”

  My heart sank even as I wondered if I was one of the reasons he didn’t want to leave. Vampire or not, I knew for a certainty I didn’t want him to go. I hugged him tightly and we were silent for a moment.

  “How long has he been hunting you for?”

  “Oh…about ninety years or so.”

  “That long? Forgive me if this is rude, but surely vampires kill all the time? He still hasn’t gotten over it?”

  He smiled ruefully at me. “We do kill all the time but he loved her and she left with me. She broke his heart and then before he had a chance to win her back, she and I fought and I had to kill her. She was totally insane, as I realized too late, so it had to be done. But since he is also totally insane, that doesn’t matter to him.”

  “Will you be all right?” I asked him hesitantly.

  “I’ve made it thus far. He’s strong but he’s not very smart.”

  I shrugged. If Adin wasn’t worried, it seemed foolish for me to be concerned. It must be nice to be so powerful. To be able to do things most people couldn’t. Suddenly an idea occurred to me.

  “Can you fly?” I asked him in excitement. The idea of flying had always appealed to me and I thought there were certainly worse ways to fly than in the arms of a gorgeous man. Especially when you had personal knowledge that the gorgeous man could deal out orgasms like a pro. A happy shiver ran through me as I thought of him inside me, and with some difficulty I pulled my mind away from dirty thoughts and back to the conversation.

  “Sadly, no,” he replied, seeming surprised by my change of topic. “I can run very quickly and I can climb very well, but I can’t fly.”

  Pity. I decided I was too tired to ask him more about this enemy of his at the moment. As long as there was no other girl in the picture and we weren’t actively in danger, I didn’t care about anything else. And then I remembered he was leaving anyway and his dating status and future safety were irrelevant to me. I pushed away sorrow with some difficulty. Since we had such a limited time together, I’d rather we spent it talking about happier things. There was a small silence.

  “Where will you go?” I asked him eventually.

  “I don’t know yet. Where would you go, if you could go anywhere?”

  I thought about it for a moment before replying. “Norway.”

  “Norway?” he repeated, sounding surprised.

  “Yes, Norway. I’d love to go there. It’s very pretty. Really and truly. Little fishing villages on the ocean and lovely fjords. Castles and fortresses all over the place. And I’ve heard the people there are nice and it’s just quiet and lovely. Oslo is apparently a fun city too, with lots of artists and different areas with different kinds of people in them.”

  He laughed gently. “I guess that’s true. Norway, hey?”

  I nodded.

  “Well,” he said, “what are you doing for t
he next couple years? Want to come to Norway with me?”

  My heart leaped and I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at him in shock. “Are you serious? You’d take me with you?”

  He looked at me intently, those blue eyes seeming to stare right into my soul. “Oh yes, I am serious, my darling. I am not in the habit of bringing strange girls home with me and having incredible sex for hours. I am not used to anyone knowing what I am and even less used to people not being instantly afraid of me if they find out. I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve met a person I want to be close to. I would see you here and go slowly, but events have made that impossible. So I have to leave and I want you with me. If it doesn’t work out, we can go our separate ways. I’d make sure you were able to come home. What do you say?”

  I stared into his eyes and thought about my life. I would miss my mom and brother but it wasn’t as if I was leaving the planet. I could visit them; they could come visit me. I’d have to think of a convincing lie to explain why I was moving halfway around the world with a man I’d just met but I was sure I could pull that off. Maybe he was an old college friend of mine from before I’d become bored and left school—a man I’d always secretly loved and now had the chance to make a life with. That sounded believable enough. I thought about my crappy job, taken as a last resort when my singing career didn’t pan out, and I considered how bored I was with everything. I thought about Alex and how I’d decided to break up with him even before Adin came and found me in that alley. And I thought about Adin.

  Adin and me. In Norway. Walking hand in hand down snow-covered streets to the winter fish market. Coming home to our lovely little brightly painted cottage. If he could go out in the day, then surely he could come swimming with me sometimes, out on the islands and the fjords. And we could go out! To shows and clubs and dancehalls. For once, I’d be the one in the club with the gorgeous man everyone was looking at. I looked up at Adin and stroked my hand gently down his amazing torso and wondered how on earth I’d gotten so lucky.