The Hunt for a Vampire_An Alien Vampire Romance

by T. J. Quinn

  The shower picture was interesting because of the way she depicted the droplets of water. They were drawn in tiny detail lending a soft sensual element to their bodies. Looking at that image in particular immediately made him hard for her. He crossed his legs and commented. “I think you draw me slightly better looking than I actually am, however you draw yourself less attractive than you actually are.”

  Dakota smiled over her wine glass and picked up the sketch pad again.

  She mused aloud. “We both look just like ourselves. You always underestimate your own attractiveness and overestimate mine.”

  He laughed and thought she might be on to something. He found her so easy to be with. He brought his hands up covering her smaller softer hands as she held the sketch book and teased. “Looking at your drawings was a bad idea. It just makes me want to be naked with you again.”

  She glanced up at him and the look on his face was very sensual. She tore off the sketch of them kissing while in the shower and handed it to him. “Consider this a gift from me to you for the sole purpose of making you want more naked time with me.”

  He took the sketch from her and held it in his hands looking at it for a moment. He caught her eye and couldn’t help but to inquire. “The drawings are very sensual. Are your images an accurate representation of your feeling at being with me?”

  She shook her head. “I am an amateur artist not a magician. Trust me when I say what I feel for you is that image to the 10th power. I think you are perhaps the sexiest man I have ever met.”

  He laid the sketch across her coffee table. His hand immediately came out to her and he brushed his palm across the side of her face. She responded by pulling the black band out of the end of his hair and pulling his hair forward around his face. He reached out and ran his fingers through her beautiful dark hair and before either of them could think he had his lips upon her. She realized their movements were like a perfectly choreographed dance between two lovers with a singular purpose.

  She was shocked that they were both so eager to touch and kiss each other. The feelings he provoked in her were so very intense. She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck before sifting her fingers through his hair again. She melted into his arms and could taste her own blood on his lips. Her body was suddenly on fire for him.

  The combination of drinking her blood and the sexual excitement of having her in his arms was too much and finally brought out the blood lust in him. She sensed it coming on and moved into his lap as his eyes changed color fully and his fangs dropped down. She could feel him growing hard beneath her. He pulled her to him and began to run his hands over her body.

  She whispered his name, told him how sexy he was using his native tongue. He had always found her speaking vampier extremely erotic. She made small sounds of pleasure at being in his powerful arms.

  He was vaguely aware that he was slowly losing the ability to make decisions as his animal instincts took over. He had his hands all over her. His lips were on her throat and he was kissing, licking and sucking the large vein throbbing there. He could feel that he was fully aroused and didn’t know quite how he had gone from zero to full throttle in such a short space of time.

  He definitely felt he was losing control and he would not allow that, not with her. He immediately stood up and let her slide from his lap. He walked to her front door and slipped out.

  She immediately felt guilty because she had provoked him but she was also thrilled that she got to see him in his blood lust. He was a beautiful creature when he was wild and uninhibited. He exercised a level of control in blood lust that she had never seen before. Her body ached for his lovemaking but that’s what she got for pushing him so hard and fast. She wondered if he would forgive her for that. She somehow doubted it and that kind of broke her heart. She didn’t like blowing it with him.

  She had known better than to do that but her overpowering need to see him cast aside his inhibitions won out. Now that her body was cooling from his touch she did very slightly regret what she had done…well kind of. She thought about it and realized that not feeling real regret about this situation was something that probably made her a bad person.

  He was driving home nursing his blood lust as well as a raging hard on. How could he have let himself get so out of control so fast? He must have scared the hell out of the poor woman. He was embarrassed and angry with himself for alienating the only female he had been interested in for years. He had been crushing on her for close to two years and felt stupid and juvenile for not being able to control his emotions when it really mattered. He realized she would be avoiding him from now on.

  He thought about how it felt to have her in his arms. She was warm and compliant with his touch. In fact she melted into him when he ran his hands over her. He loved the way she ran her fingers through his hair and over his chest when he kissed her. He loved the taste of expensive wine on her lips.

  As he played the whole scene back in mind he realized she had not seemed very turned off by his blood lust. The look on her face when he looked into her eyes told him that in fact she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. He remembered that she had never tried to pull back from him even once and she had evidenced some subtle signs of sexual arousal when he moved on her. He smiled slightly and realized that maybe she was not upset with his behavior. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed her number.

  She picked up immediately. “Are you calling to apologize to me?” Her voice was light and playful and a wide smile overtook his face.

  “What exactly is it you think I should apologize for…being a vampire…being a male…being attracted to a beautiful woman…those are things I cannot control.”

  “You looked pretty controlled when you walked out on me just now. It’s the walking out that I think you should apologize for by the way.”

  There was an extremely brief pause before he spoke. “Dakota, I think you know I regret that already.”

  His voice was deep and sensual even to his own ears. Anyone listening to his articulation would be able to tell that his fangs were still out. He asked, “So, how about my apology?”

  She pretended she did not have any idea what he was talking about. “I’m not sure I know what you mean. I thought I was a very considerate and accommodating host.”

  “A little too accommodating I think. You invited to me to your house for dinner with no dinner, dimed the lights, lit incents and played romantic background music. Then you fed me your blood mixed with wine, showed me sexy sketches of us, kissed me, whispered erotic words to me in vampier and flirted with me until I was thoroughly aroused. Then you came easily into my arms. I almost get the feeling you were trying to provoke my blood lust. That is not a nice thing to do to a vampire Dakota.”

  There was a brief pause. “Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are when you let your guard down that way?”

  He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was totally turned on by seeing him that way. It made him feel very vulnerable but also very masculine and extremely desirable. His voice dropped an octave and he whispered, “No, why don’t you tell me.”

  Her voice was soft and sensual as she broke it down for him, “You’re strong and powerful when your blood lust takes you but you also have a dark primal beauty that makes you extremely irresistible. When you held me in your arms I could feel your breath on my skin, your hands caressing my body and your sexy tongue on my neck. I could feel you gently sucking my vein to the surface and the anticipation of feeling your fangs in my neck was the most erotic experience I have ever known. I wanted to be warm and naked in your arms so much it hurt. I wanted you to make love to me while you drank my blood more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.”

  Her words affected him to the point that he could no longer speak. No woman had ever said things like that to him before. His erection returned full force and his eyes shone in the night. He didn’t hardly think her words could be true. He rang off without saying a word.

  Alex w
as thrilled when she had called him back right away. He wanted to hear her voice more than he wanted to drink blood and at the moment that was a lot. He answered her call. “Dakota if you calling me you must have something interesting to add to your last comment.”

  Her voice was low and soft. “I don’t think it’s very fair that I spent so long looking for you and now you keep running from me. The times you took me into your arms when I was at your house led me to believe that spending time with me was pleasurable for you.”

  He was totally at a loss. No woman had ever pursued him before he didn’t know what to do or say so he just tried being honest. “Dakota I have not spent intimate time with many women in my long life and none in the last several years. I am not sure how it is that I am so intensely attracted to you in such a short period of time. I have never been in a situation where I literally could not keep my hands off a woman. I left your home tonight because you were so beautiful, sexy and accommodating that I worried about losing control and doing things with you that you were not ready for. I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to over step with you. Do you understand?”

  He could tell by the very sensual tone of her voice that she did understand him. “Maybe we should meet only in public places until we get to know each other a little better.”

  “I would love that, as long as you understand that from this moment on you belong to me.”

  “I think we both know that is true.”

  “Good. I have season tickets for the opera if you would like to come with me on Thursday.”

  “I would love that.”

  Alex drove home still in wonder at laying claim to the beautiful hunter. Now that she had agreed to be his, he’d move heaven and earth to keep her at his side.

  Alien Bride

  Taron Invasion Series Prequel

  A.J. Daniels

  GTQ LLC

  Orlando, Florida

  Copyright © 2017 by A.J. Daniels

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  CONTENTS

  Mission Interrupted

  Earning His Trident

  A Rocky Start

  Stark Reality

  A Warrior For Me

  Pushy Women

  Bonding

  Unbinding

  Excerpt from Taron Invasion

  Excerpt from Alien Convict

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  Chapter 1

  Mission Interrupted

  ~ Nick ~

  Music Mix

  Intent on earning his Trident, Nicholas Blake jerked slightly in the water, realizing that he was starting to feel lightheaded. Flicking the small gauge attached to his scuba suit, he watched the needle slowly bottom out. It was an unfortunate fact of life that sometimes gauges got stuck, even the ones on high tech military issued equipment. Tamping down his annoyance, he ignored his quickly depleting oxygen supply and doubled down on the mission.

  Grasping onto his underwater dive propeller, Nick toggled the speed higher and kicked his webbed feet, putting on a burst of speed. The slight jerk of the nylon reinforced composite handles pulled him forward sharply as the unit vibrated in his hands.

  His target was a gigantic dark form, drifting ever closer. The wealthy arms dealer luxuriating on the forty foot yacht overhead had no idea what lay in store for him tonight. The man might think he was a big deal, but to the US military, he was one of many small fish destined to share their innermost secrets regarding local arms trafficking in the region.

  The moonlight danced eerily across the water’s surface casting odd shadows, fit to make a lesser man pause. However, Nick was a Navy Seal, and they never broke formation or strayed off course. He cut the engine on his sea scooter, before quietly breaking the surface. Switching on his body cam, he hauled ass up a ladder through some unnaturally thick fog. The shit seemed to have a mind of its own. Rather than dissipating when he moved through it, the mist circled lazily around his limbs infusing his clothing. Since fog didn’t behave that way, he pushed forward. It must be his mind playing tricks on him, brought on by his brush with oxygen deprivation while submerged. Landing noiselessly on the deck near the rear of the luxury craft, he was pleased to find no one around.

  Quietly ditching his gear, he crept forward. The gun in his hand didn’t feel right. Then again tranquilizer guns never did feel quite right in a soldier’s hand. However, that’s how it had to be because command wanted him alive and zero collateral damage on this one. Military intelligence had already verified that Jax Santiago was on board with five support staff following a meeting with a Russian wholesaler interested in purchasing grenade launchers.

  Nick moved silently through the small yacht until he’d neutralized the entire crew, most while they slept. Moving towards the master suite, his ears began to ring. Shaking it off, he eased the door open. Raising his gun, he pulled off a clean shot and watched the man drop to the ground with a satisfying thud.

  Blinking once and then again, Nick tried to make sense scene before his eyes. A nearly naked person was tied with their arms to the ceiling. Though her form would strongly suggest she was female, her light blue skin, pointed ears, and black hair were singing a different tune altogether. Her eyes shone like obsidian orbs and were about four times larger than human eyes. Those beautiful dark eyes held a note of panic at the moment.

  Since what he was seeing was not remotely possible, he pulled out his radio and called in his mission.

  “Eagle Eye, this is Seal One. Do you copy?”

  His radio blew up with a bunch of static interference. Looking down at the fog swirling around his legs, he gave his head one hard shake as if to clear his thoughts before trying to raise his command again. “Eagle Eye, this is Seal One. The package is secure. Calling for pick-up. Over.”

  “Jesus, it’s really you?”

  “What the fuck. Use appropriate…”

  “It is you. God, I never thought I’d be the one.”

  “This is a secure line. I don’t know who you are, but you’re interfering in…”

  “A military mission to arrest Jax Santiago. And you’re Nicholas Blake…The Nicholas Blake. Everybody knows about the two of. Jesus, you’re both fucking legends. I can’t believe I’m talking to you.”

  Looking at the criminal on the floor, Nick stammered. “This is all FUBAR. The fog, the woman, you…nothing is what it should be.”

  Suddenly, the young man’s voice got serious. “It's because you aren’t in 2017 anymore, sir. It’s the year 3039. Your present is my history. You always talked about how hard this moment in time was for you, and I’ve honestly tried to imagine it a million times. The frightened woman in front of you is Miss. Acacia and she is going to become very important to you. In fact, you named her that yourself, ‘cause you never could pronounce her name in her tongue.”

  Nick watched the slender female jerking in her bonds. “My oxygen malfunctioned. I’m hallucinating.”

  “Dude, you’re not hallucinating. Pay attention. We don’t have much time, and I have a message for you.”

  “You have a message from my navy commander?”

  “Look dude there’s no Gods damn command. The US Navy was integrated with the Earth Gov military almost a thousand years ago. The message is from the future you.”

  “How did you get a message from me if you
never met me?”

  Sighing, the man spoke calmly as if he were explaining something to a child. “You’re the reason Earth survived when no other world did. Every kid memorizes your letter in first grade along with the Earth Gov Unification Pledge. Jesus dude, they make story books about you and Jax. Just let me tell you the message, and then we can talk until they arrive. I’m going to read it directly from the data stream, so I don’t miss anything.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Nick, you stupid son-of-a-bitch, get with the program.”

  “Wait. They taught you to curse in first grade?”

  “Dude those aren’t even curses anymore.”

  “Fine, get on with the message.”

  “In a few minutes some really ugly aliens are going step through that door to shoot you with a stun gun, and you’re going let them. The only thing standing between the Taron battle fleet and Earth’s total annihilation is you and the clueless dude lying on the floor. Jax will turn out to be the one person you can count on to have your back, so take good care of the stupid fucker until you figure that shit out. It’s critically important that you get taken to the mother ship because they keep a large number of slaves that decide to join forces with Earth when the battle starts. Without their assistance, every man, woman, and child on Earth will be killed or forced into slavery. I remember thinking that I must be hallucinating, but this is real, and you have got to kick start your brain right damn now soldier. I struggled with how to end this message so you would believe me, and one thing came to mind. I remember going to the cemetery every year when I was really little to put flowers on dad’s grave. I thought it was disrespectful that the spiders keep on growing right on top his grave like it didn’t matter that he’d died. That’s all I got. Do the right thing. Save our people.”