Taming the Night (Creatures of the Night Book 1)

by Tisha Wilson

  He claimed her lips and she didn’t protest or pull away. This kiss was different than any they had had up to this point. It was sweet, it was tender, and it was intentional. Neither of them was out of control and he felt her tremble against him as the force of that realization rocked them both. She pulled back and looked up into his eyes as she put a hand to the side of his face.

  “Oh, cher. You have to understand… I haven’t…”

  “Haven’t what,” he asked as he kissed her again softly.

  “I haven’t been with any other man than my Thomas.”

  He pulled back and looked at her gravely. “But… It seemed like… I mean the way you… in the bar you seemed…”

  “I know. I know how to flirt, how to attract a man because I have to feed but… I only ever feed. I only take enough for them to get some pleasure then I whisper in their ears what they want to hear. When they wake up naked and sated they think that we did but I never…”

  “Not once in eight years?” he asked astonished. She shook her head. He immediately began to remove his shirt. He saw the smile creep to her lips.

  “Well aren’t you suddenly the big volunteer. I thought you were tired of me throwing myself at you,” she said.

  “Well now it’s just a whole different story. Eight years would make anyone an emotionally dead hard ass. This is an emergency. We have to get you laid quick,” he said as he grabbed her and her laughter filled the cavern. She laughed all the harder as he pulled her down on top of him and nuzzled her neck.

  “So this is charity then mon ami?” she asked as she seemed to turn into jelly in his hands.

  “No. This is a rescue mission,” he said again. Again she laughed that sultry husky laugh that drove him wild.

  As he pulled her into his arms all humor faded from him. Fire consumed him as he allowed his head to fall into the crook of her neck. He nuzzled the sensitive flesh there and she moaned as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She ran her hands over the tension in the muscles in his back and it sent a shiver down his spine.

  He inhaled that scent that was hers alone. It was a mixture of lavender, and vanilla, and fresh air, and rain, and sunshine. She was like a drug to him and it took all his restraint to go slow. If it had been eight years for her, then this meant more than just a quick tumble. She needed someone that would be patient and give her every tenderness that she needed. His desire for her took over his fatigue, took over his fears, even erased the scratching and digging sounds coming from outside.

  He reached up and slowly unzipped the leather suit that she wore until he could see the little slip of lace that covered her soft mound. He brought his hand back up and pushed the sports bra up so that one of her breasts could pop free. The way she let her head fall back left her open and exposed and there was no other course of action than to dip his head down and take the taught peek of her nipple into his mouth.

  She hissed out a breath as she brought her head back up and nibbled at his ear. She inhaled as if she were just as interested in his scent as he was hers. Her tongue flicked out over his earlobe, his blood began to race hard in his veins. His casted arm held her firm to him as he let his other hand release the other breast from the confining scrap of material. As he took one peek into his mouth, he allowed the other hand to tease and twist the other until it was rock hard under his touch. He then took that nipple into his mouth and her cries of pleasure made him swell until his jeans became tight and uncomfortably restraining.

  She already rode him as if they were naked and the warmth of her made him see stars. Her hands found their way beneath his shirt collar and the skin on skin contact branded him like an iron. He turned over taking her with him until she lay writhing beneath him. He kissed his way down her stomach and before she could free her arms from the suit his mouth clamped down on her mound.

  He laved her clit through the lacey fabric and her back arched up as she fell open before him like a flower. He moved the strap of lace aside and took her flesh into his mouth and she tasted so good. She was so moist that he felt himself get even harder in response. His fingers snaked up and delved deep into her. She panted as her hands dug into his shoulders. He would be bruised where she clutched him but he didn’t care. The smell of her passion as it flowed out of her and over his tongue was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

  The way she opened up to him… in this moment, it was honest and she was allowing him to have this bit of control. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he stroked the sensitive spot inside her and she cried out for release. He stopped suckling for a moment and looked up at her. Her head was thrown back her eyes closed tight, her beautiful skin exposed and even with the odd green light that filled the room she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life. A few wisps of her long dark hair had escaped her ponytail and she whimpered as she looked down at him and touched her own breast.

  She wanted him to go on; he could see the plea in her eyes. He locked eyes with her as he lowered his head and took her clit into his mouth again, rolling the sensitive nub around with his tongue. Her gaze went cloudy as her mouth opened in a silent moan. He remembered what those lips felt like wrapped around him and he nearly came just to look at it.

  He worked her into a frenzy as he sunk his fingers in and out of her until he was pumping into her and working his tongue back and forth over her clit. She was crying his name as her head thrashed about. He felt her nearing release and he continued until she went right over the edge and cried out in ecstasy. He continued until he wrung every spasm out of her and then he worked her clit again.

  She could do little else besides move with the rhythm of his fingers as she lifted her hips to give him better access. With a quickness he didn’t know he possessed he lifted himself and removed his shirt and pants in two fluid motions. She shimmied out of the suit and her bra. He grabbed her hips while her arms were still trapped in her bra above her head. He slid into her hard and she stopped trying to escape the confines of the bra.

  His eyes went cross as her wet heat slid over him and enveloped him in her soft folds. He had had sex before but it had never felt like this for him. It was as if he could taste her, smell her, feel her, and sink into her all at once. Every sense was sensitive and needy and throbbing as he slid out of her and then buried himself again to the hilt. He felt himself moving inside her and her vagina gripped him as if it could milk him weather he moved or not. There was no holding still so that he could catch his breath. Even keeping still inside of her was sucking him deeper and deeper as if she had no end.

  He gripped her knees and pushed them apart. Her chest heaved giving him access to both of her breasts as she looked up at him. He could drown in her eyes. He moved down over her and drove so deep that even his sack was nearly inside of her. He claimed her mouth and devoured her as he moved slowly in her. He was trying to go slow but the way she was writhing against him… he lost his control. He pushed back up spreading her legs wider than a woman’s legs should be able to go and without another thought began pounding away in her.

  She screamed his name as he went harder and deeper, deeper and faster. The sound was like hands clapping as his hips met hers and still he drove deeper. She seemed able to accommodate his driving force, even encourage it. He had never in his life been this rough with a woman. So much for tender loving caresses. Sweat rolled down his back as he continued to pump into her and he could tell that his hair had become slick with sweat as well. Something surfaced at the back of his head and forced its way into his mind. No matter how he fought against it, fought to just keep pounding into her forever and forever, the thought wouldn’t be ignored.

  He was so close to the edge. He was racing towards it and all he wanted to do was jump off and free fall into outer space. He never wanted to stop being inside of her, he never wanted to give up her slick heat. The thought came again and this time struck him between the eyes. He pulled out of her and fell on top of her breathing hard.

  “No! What are yo
u doing?” she protested as she moved her hips back towards him. She finally loosed her hands from her bra and pulled at him.

  “No,” he said as he tried to catch his breath.

  “It’s okay. I want you to come inside me,” she said as she pulled at him, running her hands over his bare biceps. He released a breath as he nearly responded and entered her again. He stiffened as the thought hit him again.

  “My condoms are in my wallet,” he said through gritted teeth as he lay between her legs trying to slow the rush of blood in his body. He still had his hands on her knees spreading her wide before him.

  “Shit,” she cursed as she fell to her back and covered her eyes with a hand. “It’s a good thing one of us is thinking.”

  He swallowed as he looked over her and he couldn’t imagine not seeing this to the end. “We could keep going,” he said breathlessly.

  She lifted her head and looked at him like he was crazy. “I don’t know if I can even get pregnant but if I can, I don’t think my lifestyle exactly lends itself to being pregnant, cher,” she replied.

  “No. I mean… If you’ll trust me.”

  She gave him a searching glance and he made a gesture with his head that told her his intent. He wanted her to roll over. “I never…”

  “I can make it work if you can relax,” he said. He was still on fire and needed to get back inside her. It was nearly a physical pain now.

  She shrugged and turned over getting up on her knees. She spread her knees apart so that she was fully open to him and he felt his restraint slip. He took her hips into his hands and buried his face in her soft flesh once again, this time penetrating her with his tongue. She moaned in response and fell to her face, opening up to him even further. He moved his mouth up to her anus as he continued to stimulate her clit with his fingers. She was limp with desire. When he was sure that she was completely relaxed and lubricated he tried penetrating her anus with his fingers. He was surprised that she opened so easily to him and she moaned in pleasure as he continued to use his tongue and fingers to work her further and further open.

  When he couldn’t take any more he rose up on his knees and entered her anally. At first she stiffened and her spine went straight but as he reached around and worked her clit then buried his fingers inside her, stroking her sensitive nub she relaxed again. Once she was good and relaxed he began a rhythm that they both settled into. It seemed that they were there that way for an eternity, her small channel clutching him tightly as her legs shook with pleasure.

  He was headed towards the summit again and this time there was nothing stopping him. Again he spread her cheeks open and found himself pounding hard into her and she seemed to just fall open to take him in. When he was finally able to jump over the edge stars exploded behind his eyes and it felt like his very soul poured out of him like hot lava into her body. She shuddered and convulsed as she found her own release and they soared together in a place that was beyond touching.

  It was as if in that moment their souls left their bodies and they intertwined with each other floating in and out of each other. He had thought what she’d done to him when she’d bitten him had taken him to another level, but this was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Not even with Cherish had he reached this high, lost himself so completely. As they fell back to earth Jerry thought he heard someone singing to them. He collapsed beside Alicia and panted as he pulled her close. He was shocked and relieved that she let him do it.

  He turned his head to look towards the entrance of the cave and noticed for the first time that the scratching had ceased and now the wolves had taken up a cacophonous howling that filled the mountain side like an eerie and beautiful song. Al lifted her head and listened with a baffled look on her face.

  “What are they doing?” he asked.

  “They’re… feeling good. They feel like singing,” she said in amazement. “As if they are truly wolves singing to the moon and not abominations.”

  “Why are they doing that?” he asked.

  Just as he asked the question the songs stopped and they went back to digging at the cave entrance.

  “Maybe it has something to do with your power as a balance,” she said turning back to him. “Maybe when you feel good, they feel better.”

  He felt shock flow through him. The twins had said that he was a balance, but he now wondered what that really meant. Did he have some kind of power over the creatures outside? If that were true, then why where they trying to attack him? Maybe because of the way he reacted to them when he saw them. He felt fear and a reflexive defensiveness. Maybe if he could relax around them…

  “You said when I was unconscious the creature was cradling me gently right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Maybe… maybe I can walk among them if I’m not afraid.”

  “No,” she said pointedly. “They might not attack you but they will react violently to me, and I won’t allow them to put their filthy hands on you,” she said as she reached for her clothes. He grabbed her hand to stop her.

  “Don’t,” he said. She looked to him. If he let her she would turn from him and pretend that nothing had ever happened between them.

  “Don’t what?”

  “Just… stay with me. Sleep here with me without all the armor. Be soft for me for just a little while longer.”

  She looked like she might object but then relented and lay next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and nearly before his head found the sleeping bag he was taken away into a deep sleep where lavender and vanilla scented his dreams with sweet things.

  Chapter Nine

  Al sat against a boulder and struck a match. She took a deep drag on her cigarette as she watched Jerry sleeping. He was only half covered in the sleeping bag. The sight of the sinewy muscle that stood out even as he lay still made her mouth water. Thoughts of his hands all over her body sent a shiver down her spine.

  He was not what she might have expected. He had not been slow and gentle. He had not asked her preferences. He had been rough, hard, animalistic... He had taken control of her and possessed her and it had felt like a little piece of heaven. Her skin tingled to remember how his hands had seemed to be every where at once. How he’d managed that with one arm in a cast she would never know.

  She should feel sore after what they had done, but thanks to her healing abilities she felt nothing but a deep satisfaction in her muscles. As a matter of a fact she hadn’t felt this good in a long many years. She tried not to compare Jerry and Thomas but it was inevitable. She had no other base of comparison. She and Thomas had met in high school and married soon after graduation.

  Thomas had been much older than her but he had been so completely gorgeous that no woman could resist him. A smile curved her lips at that. No woman but her. She had first seen him at her best friend’s graduation party. He was Mira’s older cousin. While all the other girls nearly fell at his feet, she had steadfastly ignored him. She’d figured that if all the other girls were chasing him, then that left all the other boys open prey for her.

  She’d danced and laughed with every other man at the party except Thomas. When she saw him trying to break away from the other girls, she’d hurried to find a dance partner, and then laughed as she sent him a twinkling look where he stood at the edge of the dance floor. He’d given her a playful look and then found a dance partner for himself. The band had been a traditional New Orleans jazz group complete with someone playing the washboard against his chest.

  She could still remember the feel of the flowing red dress. It had fit her like a sheath while still flaring out around her knees. When she spun her bottom skirts twirled with her. Finally, when she was winded, she’d headed to the buffet table for some punch and a plate full of craw fish. She’d just put on a bib and cracked into her first few crawfish, sucking out the spicy meat inside, when he’d come to sit beside her. A few girls sent her a cross look and she’d laughed.

  “Shouldn’t you be tendin’ to your adorin’ masses?” she’d asked wit
h mischief twisting her lips.

  “Non, mon petite amor. I’m right where I want to be, cherie. What is your name beautiful?” he asked with a slight upturn of the corner of his mouth.

  “I am not your little love. You don’t know nothin’ bout me. If you did you’d know I don’t take to sweet talk.”

  “Ohh… you are trying to send an arrow through my heart. How is it that you want me to talk to you, mon ami? If you don’t like it sweet then do you want it rough? Would you rather I be smooth or… sexual?” he asked. His French accent was thicker than her Creole one and sexy as hell.

  She laughed out loud at that and ate another crawfish as she watched him. Her laugh caused him to give her a full smile and it was like watching the sun burst over the treetops at sunrise. The flash of his white teeth against his dark skin was mesmerizing. That had been it. It had been over for the both of them.

  She leaned back now as she puffed on her cigarette. For the first time in eight years she smiled a sincere smile that came from a place that she had thought long dead. She knew what had started it. In all this time she hadn’t allowed any softness, any emotion, to creep into her private thoughts. The only thrill that kept her alive was the hunt, the kill, the adrenaline from the fight. They were the only emotions that had made her feel alive. When she wasn’t fighting or shocking people with her coarseness then she was dead. It was as if she didn’t exist, but in Jerry’s arms…

  She blew out a breath as she stubbed out the cigarette. She supposed that it was now completely pointless to smoke the damn things. Even their temporary high felt like nothing next to the high she’d gone to with Jerry. She hadn’t meant to let him in. Hadn’t meant to go to him once he’d laid out on the sleeping bag but when she sensed his distress, it was as if she had the overwhelming desire to go to him… to comfort him.

  Maybe his power as a balance didn’t only affect the creatures. Maybe it affected her too. Whatever it was, she hoped that she got him to Bateman and got away from him as quickly as was possible because soon… she didn’t know if she could part with him. The idea already made her feel an aching panic inside that she didn’t even want to consider.