The Vampire Affair #1

by Vivi Anna

  I really didn’t like the way he said those words. There was definitely emphasis there. Was he mocking me? Did he know who I really was? Was he playing with me?

  “Anyway, let’s stop talking about me, and just dance.” He pulled me closer to him, his hand planted firmly at the small of my back. His scent permeated my nose. My nostrils flared from the exquisite smell. I found I had a hard time not licking my lips.

  He lowered his head a bit and nuzzled into my ear. I could feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck where I had swept up my hair for just this purpose. I loved the feel of a man’s breath right in that sensitive spot. It sent goose bumps all the way down to my toes.

  I involuntarily wriggled in closer to him. Feeling him shift his stance, I knew I had made a big mistake. I could clearly feel his erection pressed against my belly. Oh, damn that felt like a lot of hard, hot man reaching out to me. Teasing me to have a touch, take a taste.

  Jonathan moved his head slightly so his mouth pressed against my ear. His breath tickled my lobe, and I shivered.

  “You smell like sin.”

  My legs quivered, and I felt like I was falling. I turned my head to look into his face. His mouth was partly open, an invitation. My eyes fluttered closed as I raised my chin, arching my neck toward him. My lips parted on a sigh as I felt him a whisper away. I would just kiss him. That was all. I deserved a kiss. Didn’t I? After all, I’d been such a good girl.

  “You bastard!”

  My eyes snapped open and I staggered out of Jonathan’s arms. Tatiana stood beside us, with rage in her eyes, bad booze breath, and mascara smudged under her lashes. She looked like a demented raccoon.

  “Who’s this slut?” Tatiana demanded, her boozy breath making my eyes water.

  Jonathan pushed back from me but kept a protective arm around my shoulders.

  “What are you doing here?” I noticed how he glanced around self-consciously at the crowd starting to give them notice.

  “I came to make up with you.”

  “Jesus, Tatiana, we’ve already been through this. There is no us anymore.”

  Tatiana’s eyes welled with tears. I almost laughed. I’d never seen such an Oscar worthy performance, no wait Golden Globes. She didn’t quite deserve that Oscar yet.

  “How can you say that to me, Jonathan? I love you, and I know you love me. You’re just afraid of committing. I understand. I forgive you.” She grabbed onto his shirt, pulling at the fabric as if she would fall to my knees in sorrow at any minute.

  I shook my head in awe. Okay, bring out the golden statue and the orchestra music.

  Jonathan took his arm off me and disentangled himself from Tatiana. I could plainly see the embarrassment on his face and the anger welling there at the edge. I turned and saw everyone on the dance floor staring at us.

  “You are embarrassing yourself and me. You’re drunk and being foolish. I suggest you go get a room and sleep it off. We can talk about it tomorrow.” He said between clenched teeth.

  Tatiana broke out of his grasp and whirled toward me. “So you can sleep with this slut? She looks like a two-cent whore. Are you paying for it now, Jonathan?”

  I clenched my jaw shut. My hands fisted at my sides. I’d like nothing more than to punch the lush right in her collagen-injected lips. But I didn’t want a scene any more than the one we were already having. I’d let Jonathan deal with it. It was his mess anyway.

  “If I have to, I will call security, Tatiana.”

  I had enough. The man couldn’t even defend my honor. Couldn’t even defend me to his old girlfriend. I shouldn’t have been surprised. But I was nonetheless, and it hurt more than I wanted it to.

  “I’m out of here. I don’t need this.”

  I turned on my heel and marched out of the bar. I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t call me back.

  Chapter Eight

  Tossing my purse on the bed, I sat on its edge and slipped off my shoes. I fell backwards onto the mattress with my arms spread out. I felt like a fool, again. The man had an amazing talent for that.

  Oh, whom was I kidding? My own actions made me foolish, not Jonathan’s. He was actually kind of charming and funny. A wry sense of humor was not something I expected. I supposed that if I wasn’t trying to cut him to pieces I could actually get to like the guy.

  I sat up as a sharp knock sounded at the door. I didn’t order room service. Maybe it was Jasmine, coming to destroy me. Cautiously, I unlocked the door and opened it.

  Jonathan stood leaning against the doorframe, a single rose in his hand and a saucy smile on his face.

  I put a hand on my cocked hip. “Hmm, I think I would remember ordering a man with a flower.”

  “How about a man with an apology?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’m sorry for the scene downstairs. There’s no excuse for her behavior.”

  “A jealous lover always has excuses.”

  “We’re not lovers. Haven’t been for a long time. She has the notion that she can come back into my life any time she wants. I’ve made it very clear to her that I don’t want her any where near my life.”

  I watched his face as he spoke. The man definitely looked and sounded apologetic. He was more than likely sorry, but for exactly what I didn’t know. Was he sorry for the insults Tatiana had tossed my way, or for the embarrassment the scene had caused, for him?

  I took the offered flower, smelled it, and decided to accept his apology. Besides, the guy looked quite pathetic standing at my door with a sad-sack look on his devilish face.

  “How did you know what room I was in?”

  He arched one perfect eyebrow. “I bribed the bell hop.”

  “How much?”

  “Fifty bucks.”

  I smiled. That was exactly something I would do. Except I didn’t know if I would have paid so much. Maybe he wanted it that badly. He just went up a notch or two on my likeability scale.

  “Can I come in?” His eyes twinkled slyly.

  I glanced behind me and noticed my laptop and notepad lying on the table. Hot Gossip magazine lying beside it. Nope. Not a good idea.

  “No, but I can come out.” I reached over and grabbed my purse from the side table, pushed him back, and stepped out into the hall.

  We stood a foot apart looking expectantly at one another, both with sly grins on our faces.

  “Now, where were we?” Jonathan cocked a brow.

  I put a finger to my lips. “I think about here.”

  Jonathan put his hands on the wall on either side of my head, encasing me in as he leaned down to my mouth. I raised my face to him, lips slightly parted in anticipation. It felt like an eternity waiting for his lips to touch mine. But when they did, I thought it was well worth the wait.

  His lips were soft and gentle as they moved over mine, as if he were just testing the waters. Sampling the merchandise. I moaned into him, encouraging him to make the purchase. I was definitely for sale.

  I fisted my hands in his shirt. I desperately wanted to rip apart the cute little bone buttons, slide my hands under the pristine white fabric and caress the flesh underneath. Instead, I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.

  Plunging my tongue between his lips, I tasted his flavor. Scotch, musk, and a hint of mint. Tastes I would not soon forget as I nipped at his lower lip. He returned my fervor with his own darting tongue. He licked at my top lip then dipped into my open mouth, groaning into me.

  “Let’s go to my room.” He growled.

  “Too far.” I pressed kisses to his chin and neck as I searched the hall. I spotted an exit sign just three doors down. Perfect.

  I took hold of his shirt and dragged him over to the door, still kissing his face as we stumbled forward. As we neared the door, Jonathan looked bewildered.

  “The stairwell?”

  I nuzzled into his neck, licking just under his chin. “Yeah. How often do people use the stairs?” I pushed back against the door and dragged him through.

  The clanging door echoe
d through the empty stairwell as it shut behind us. I backed up into the railing as we continued to kiss. My insides began to melt and I could feel them dampening my panties. Oh damn. I was in deep trouble.

  Jonathan wrapped his hand around my neck and deepened the kiss. He kissed me passionately, feverishly, as if he couldn’t taste enough of me. His other hand went to my hair and pulled out the clip that gathered it loosely on top. It fanned down around me like flames. He buried his hand in it, pulling me even deeper into his mouth.

  I lost my control—not that I had much to begin with—and tore at his shirt. Buttons popped and flew down the stairs, making small pinging noises as they rolled down step after step.

  I pulled the shirttails out of his pants, until he was standing with his shirt hanging in two, revealing hard and smooth planes of male flesh. I sighed as I rubbed my hands over his muscular pecs. As I frantically caressed his skin, I flicked my thumbs over his nipples, causing him to groan low in his throat.

  “My turn.” Growling, he pressed his lips to my neck.

  As soon as he said it, his hands were on my breasts. He pulled the plunging neckline apart, exposing my naked globes. I fit perfectly into his eager hands. I yelped as missiles of pleasure shot through my body. It was like Fourth of July fireworks in my body. The finale was building deep within my sex. I could feel the sizzle of a fuse already starting to burn.

  Jonathan groaned as he squeezed and molded my breasts. He flicked his thumbs over my nipples repeatedly. I pushed out my chest to give him better access. I hungered for his mouth on my flesh. I wanted him to lick and suck on my breasts until I begged him to stop.

  He seemed to read my mind, as he picked me up and set me on the corner of the railing so he could reach my breasts. My eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy as he lathed his tongue over my tight buds. Heated darts fired through my body as he suckled on one nipple then the other, giving them both their fair share of attention. I could barely contain my hunger for him. I wanted to feast on him. Savor every inch of him.

  My hands moved over his hard stomach to the button on his trousers. With a flick of my thumb, the button flipped open, and I slowly unzipped his fly. His rock hard erection pressed against my fingers, begging for escape. I slid my hand into the open fly and stroked him through the thin cotton fabric of his boxers. He was hot and heavy in my hand.

  Jonathan moaned. “I want you so hard.”

  I slid off the railing and pushed him back against the cement wall. I went to my knees and pulled his pants down to his shins. His cock sprang forward, pushing against the thin white cotton of his boxer shorts. I gripped the band of his shorts and slowly pulled them down over his erection. I moaned low in my throat when he was revealed. The man was gorgeous. Even his cock was perfect. I marveled at the long length of him and the delicious peach color on the tip that I very much wanted to lick.

  I glanced up at him as I gripped his shaft in my hand. His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned his head back against the wall. I could see the conflicted emotions on his face. Pleasure and panic. He feared getting caught. I could see and feel it vibrate through his body. Grinning, I wondered if he knew that that was the whole point.

  “Scared of someone seeing us?” I asked as I flicked my tongue across the head of his cock.

  “Yes,” he groaned through clenched teeth.

  “Good.” I smiled up at him then took him into my mouth.

  He was hot and pulsing against my tongue as I slid the thick length of him in and out. I flicked my tongue over the peak as I moved over his cock, catching the flavor of him on the tip. I swallowed it down, enjoying the salty tang. I’d always enjoyed going down on a man, but with Jonathan, it was more. I wanted to see him succumb to his pleasure, wanted to be the one that dared to push him over the edge.

  He unclenched his hands and hesitantly touched my head, as if he was unsure of what to do. I reveled in his uncertainty. I had the upper hand, literally, and it felt powerful to give as much pleasure as he could handle. I wanted to shake his foundations and bring him toppling down from the safety of his pedestal.

  I moved my hand down his shaft and gripped him tightly at the base, as I moved my mouth over him faster. He fisted his hands in my hair as I increased my tempo. Pants of passion escaped his lips. The sounds spurred my on even more. I moved my other hand from where I had held one steel buttock down to his scrotum. His balls were up and tight, ready to explode. I moved my hand, gently cupping them and squeezing.

  He mumbled some words that I didn’t understand. It was a different language, then he groaned as he pushed my head down, keeping me there with his cock in my mouth.I could feel the surge as he came. My mouth filled, and I swallowed it down without hesitation. I could feel his legs quivering. I slid my hand around to his ass again and held him still while his orgasm toppled him over the edge.

  Soon, his spasms quieted, and his cock went soft in my mouth. I slid him out slowly and glanced up at his face. Sweat had popped out on his forehead, but he was gaping down at me.

  “Good, God, woman. Where did you learn to do that?”

  “Porn.”

  He laughed and shook his head. I stood up and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. He leaned down to kiss me.

  “Oops, hold that thought.” Bending down, I picked up my clutch purse and opened it, grabbing for a small canister of mint breath freshener. I squirted some in my mouth and in his for good measure. After plopping it back into my purse, I tossed it on ground.

  “I’m always prepared.”

  He leaned down to my mouth. “Now it’s my turn to eat you.”

  The way he growled it made my belly tighten. Like he meant that in all kinds of ways. And I swore I saw a flash of fang again. Maybe he just had long canines.

  Before he got a chance to eat me though, a door opened a few floors above us. It shut with a clamor that echoed down to us.

  Jonathan pushed me back and began to pull up his shorts and pants. I giggled while he struggled with them.

  “It’s not funny, Yvette.”

  “No, Jonathan, it is, really.”

  He quickly did up the buttons on his shirt. He only had three left, so he made do by tucking it back into his trousers. I couldn’t help but laugh. He looked so adorable frantically trying to cover his impropriety.

  He looked up at me when I laughed. Something dark flashed across his face. And I swore his eyes changed color. From blue to black and back again. His lips twisted into a nasty sneer, those tips of sharp teeth glistening between full lips.

  But as soon as it was there, it was gone, and his face was back to normal. Gorgeous, but hard and unreadable. I must’ve imagined the whole thing.

  “I have a reputation to uphold, woman. I can’t be seen as a depraved idiot having sex wherever he pleases.”

  “Oh, and I can?”

  “I didn’t say that.” He quickly looked down at himself to make sure everything was in its place. “But let’s face it. You’re not exactly hiding your sexuality now, are you?”

  I pursed my lips together and pulled the neckline of my dress back over my breasts. “You’re right. I don’t hide my sexuality. And you shouldn’t either. You know it’s all right to have feelings for someone, you know. It’s all right to want to display them. No one’s going to judge you for being human.”

  His eyes flashed harshly. “You have no idea how ironic that statement is.”

  I picked up my purse and glared at him. “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that?” I marched to the door and yanked it open just as a young bellhop came cautiously down the stairs. There was no question by the look on his face that he heard everything we had said.

  I glanced back at Jonathan, quirked my eyebrow and went through the door. I hurried down the hallway to my room before the tears could fall. I would be damned before he saw me cry. I opened my door and slammed it shut behind me, leaning on it for support. Hot angry tears welled from my eyes and fell in big fat drops onto my bare skin. I squeezed my eyes sh
ut against them, but they still leaked through.

  A soft knock came at my door. I flinched but didn’t move.

  “Yvette?”

  I could feel him behind the door. Feel his heat. Smell his scent. I could see the shadow that his shoes made underneath the door, but I wouldn’t open it to him. I had already done that and he had slighted me, again.

  “I’ll knock all night. I’ll wake up the neighbors.”

  “No, you won’t,” I whispered under my breath, knowing him well enough to guess that he wouldn’t stay much longer. Jonathan wasn’t one for scenes.

  I heard him sigh, and then move away from the door. I strained and listened as I heard his quiet footsteps move toward the elevators. I stayed at the door until I could hear the elevators open and close behind him.

  It had the sound of finality to it and I wondered if that would be the last I saw of Jonathan Devane.

  Stay tuned for part 2 of The Vampire Affair, coming April 23, 2013

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  From an early age, Vivi loved to make stuff up. Just ask her mother. Now she gets paid to do just that. Author of more than 12 books, including the award winning Valorian Chronicles from Harlequin, Vivi has plenty of stories to tell. An avid reader, talker, walker, and movie watcher, Vivi’s always on the look out for the next big thing. A lover of teen horror films, Vivi also writes screenplays and hopes to one day be the next Wes Craven. And just to confuse issues, she also writes YA under the name Tawny Stokes. Speaking of books, she reads mostly YA, urban fantasy, horror, and some thrillers. You can find her often procrastinating on twitter. If you find her there, she will help you procrastinate as well. Did she mention that procrastinating is also one of her hobbies?

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