by Claire Marta
Eric had yet to make it back to London. Far too busy tidying loose ends of the last case, then this had come up. Jasmine though, had never once been far from his thoughts. She haunted him.
Her image was ingrained into his memory as if carved permanently into stone.
The plan to find her himself mattered little now.
She was here in all her loveliness.
Already he could feel his legendary icy self-control slipping. Jasmine always seemed to work her way beneath his skin. Emotions that had been ruthlessly kept in check now swarmed to the surface. Clear logic became diluted with feelings. How did her nearness always destroy his discipline? This was unheard of.
He was a vampire who prided himself on feeling nothing. Who had been taught emotions only ever lead to trouble. Mere seconds near her and that dissolved.
Eric’s eyes narrowed. Her nervousness was strong and potent. He could taste it in the air, on the tip of his tongue. She had every right to be.
Jasmine stood before a pack of hungry vampires, unease was something that would draw them like sharks. She was obviously not used to offering her blood. This made her an innocent among the flock. Temptation.
The girl was either very brave or very foolish.
Eric could sense the interest of the others beside him on the females. Did any of them have an eye on his Jasmine? He stilled. A growl tried to force its way from between his lips. Possessiveness hit him hot and hard. A dark savage need to claim her rushed through his chest. He wanted to ruin her for all other males. So he would be the only one she would ever crave.
She was his. His to pleasure. His to bite.
THE CRACKLE OF THE FIRE was the only sound in the room. An electric sense of anticipation and excitement was in the air, which Jasmine did not share. The silence was almost deafening in her ears. She resisted the urge to bite her lip.
The creak of leather teased the stillness. One of the vampire’s had gotten up to make his selection. Jasmine did not look.
Fuck. The word kept repeating itself in her head.
Normally she would be examining the room for potential weapons, in case something went wrong. Tonight she just couldn’t concentrate.
She was a trembling mess.
Eyes still fixed on the floor she waited tensely for the male to pass. No doubt he would pick one of the beauties in the line. He had plenty of choices.
Compared to the other women, she looked like a plain little mouse. That suited her fine. Only one of them had to get bitten and Gemma was more likely to get picked.
The sooner this was over, the quicker she could get outside. She would do surveillance with the others. That was her strong point. Not this crap.
A pair of shiny black shoes stopped right in front of her. Waiting for a whole minute, she kept her eyes pinned on them until it became plain, he was not moving on.
Fuck. Her heart beat was going like a sledgehammer in her chest. Jasmine swallowed down hard. This was it. No backing out.
Slowly, warily, Jasmine raised her head. Then raised it some more. The male was tall, very tall. A familiar face suddenly came into view.
Breathe stilling in her lungs she took in the stark brooding vampire. Eric Méchant.
Jasmine’s eye lit up for the briefest of seconds. Her heart began to pound.
A sense of déjà vu washed over her. Hadn’t they been in a similar situation last time they met? This was kind of ironic.
What was he doing here? She couldn’t help but gawk.
At six feet in height he towered over her. He had the body of a warrior.
Shoulders just as broad as she remembered, Jasmine knew well the firm packed muscles hidden beneath his black shirt. His lean hips were hugged in snug jeans, which showed off his long muscular legs.
He had a coldly handsome face, with well-defined cheekbones and an aquiline nose. Eric’s short black hair was tousled. This gave it the just rolled out of bed look.
Bright cerulean blue eyes glittered down at her like sapphires. Their intensity was almost chilling. He looked lethal and sexy.
Jasmine couldn’t move. Her legs felt weak with shock. Drawing a breath in through her nose, she inhaled a whiff of his scent. Snow and pine seeped into her senses. The smell had haunted her dreams for months.
Confusion and a sense of panic had rooted her to the spot. Why was he here? Did he have something to do with this nest? Was he here investigating too?
Ridiculously she wondered if he had come to find her. The moment the thought formed though, she squashed it. Two months had past, why would he come now?
Questions continued to bounce around inside her head. Jasmine found her throat had gone dry. She couldn’t seem to think straight.
“Miss?” A shiver rolled through her at the sound of the soft deep baritone. His perfect crisp English accent made her melt every time. It was sexy as hell.
Raising one big hand, he held it out to her in offering. Eyes slipping down to it, she stared at it for an instant. This was a hand that had caressed her. Touched her most intimate parts and brought her to a mind shattering orgasm.
Excitement rushed through her, as the heat of arousal licked up her spine. She couldn’t help it. Her body always mindlessly responded to this vampire’s nearness. The attraction between them was spontaneous, burning hard and fast.
Jasmine knew she had to go with him. If she didn’t it would blow her cover as a blood donor. He was going to save her, from having to face one of the other vampires.
Relief flooded through her.
Hesitantly she settled her own hand into his.
Warm and large, it engulfed hers in warmth. A little zing of heat swirled through her body. Jasmine gasped.
Almost dazedly, she allowed herself to be gently led from the room.
They walked back down the long elegant hallway passing closed doors. Both moving silently.
When they reached a certain door he paused. Pushing it open he ushered her quickly inside. She didn’t even think to hesitate.
Jasmine was greeted by the sight of a bedroom, in shades of dark blue and black. A thick dark blue carpet was beneath her heeled shoes. A huge luxurious bed dominated the centre of the room. Black silk sheets graced the mattress.
Heart doing crazy things in her chest, she tried not to study the bed too much.
A wisp of something darted fleeting across her senses. Magic. Just a tiny thread of something she could not place. Gone so fast, she wondered if she had imagined it.
Frowning, she turned towards Eric.
“Eric what are…?” He cut her words off with his hard insistent lips. Jasmine did not even try to resist.
Their mouths clashed angrily. Hungry and filled with passion, without words they fought with pent up emotions. Digging her fingers into his shirt, Jasmine imprisoned him against her.
Want hammered through her. Two months without his touch and she felt like a starving woman sitting down to a feast. Now she was ready to gorge.
Buttons went flying in every direction. Without realising what she was doing she had ripped open his shirt. Hands shaking they roamed feverishly over the planes of his hard, naked muscled chest, shoulders, back.
She felt his power ascend, radiating out of him like cold rising from ice. Goosebumps prickled her flesh, as its chilly touch swept over her skin.
Eric hummed in approval deep in his throat. His mouth still hungrily devoured her own. Backing her up quickly, she felt a solid wall behind her back. The support was welcome as hers legs turned to jelly.
A medallion, which hung around his neck now pressed coolly against her skin.
He was wild for her. Searching lips trailed from her mouth to her cheek and down the column of her throat. Then his mouth was back on hers.
Hands moving with jerky desperate motions, he stripped her of the night dress. Jasmine was almost naked now, but she didn’t care. Pressing herself against him, she tangled her hands in his hair.
Firm fingers ripped away the wispy lace of her thong. She cou
ld suddenly feel frosty air whispering against, the bare heated flesh between her thighs.
He was panting, lips inches from hers. The cerulean blue of his eyes pierced her with their intenseness. Something raw and scolding shone in their depths.
Yanking hard on his hair, she dragged his lips back to hers. With the free hand she struggled with his belt. Big hands unbuckled it for her before sliding down the zipper.
Jasmine’s hand slipped beneath the silk of his boxers. His cock pulsed in welcome against her palm. Thick and hard, she enclosed it with her fingers. Steel sheathed in hot velvet just as she remembered.
An almost pained moan left Eric’s throat. She felt him jerk in her hand growing even bigger. Tearing his lips away from hers, he inhaled raggedly.
“Need to be inside you.” The words were growled out between clenched teeth. “I have to fuck you now.” In quick movements, he stripped off his clothes before she could blink.
Jasmine grabbed hold of his shoulders. In desperation for the same thing she tried to scale up his naked form.
Suddenly his hands were on her hips lifting her upwards.
Jasmine’s legs wrapped eagerly around his lean waist. Hands grasping his broad shoulders her finger nails bit into his flesh.
She needed this so badly. Jasmine couldn’t explain it, but every part of her being was screaming for it.
Jasmine gasped as his hard hot chest flattened her breasts. Finally they were skin to skin.
***
Eric held her close with one arm. The other caressed down her side to between her thighs. His fingers found the wetness between her folds. Just touching it scorched him. She was already so damn wet that it coated his fingers.
“Ooohh.” She moaned eyes snapping shut. He felt her corresponding shudder of pleasure.
Trying to slow his breathing, he fought off the urge to plunge his dick inside her and fuck her senseless. What he needed was to slow this down.
A tempest of frigid winter seethed around them, as he struggled to leash his powers. This girl always made him lose control.
Must make this good for her, Eric reminded himself. He felt almost dazed, as if this was one of the dreams that had plagued him for the last two months.
The woman in his arms though was no fantasy. She was warm, wet and burning for him as much as he burnt for her.
Running his fingers along her slick slit, he teased her entrance with their tips. Never going completely in and only lightly brushing her clit.
Jasmine whimpered softly. Resting her face in the croak of his neck, she nipped at his skin hard.
“Please Eric.” The words were a breathless little pleading mewl. He loved it when she begged.
Wiggling against him, she then tightened her thighs. Eyes opening, her jade green gaze met his, desire glazed and needy. He could feel her hands kneading his shoulders. The movements were agitated boarding on frantic.
Taking her lips he thrust his tongue into her mouth. A little moan escaped her.
Eric slid a finger into her pussy. She was just as hot, tight and welcoming as he remembered. His cock jerked eagerly in response.
“Ahh.” Her hips jolted against his hand pushing the digit further.
She was more than ready for him now.
Eric removed his finger and held her with ease.
One hand splayed across her bottom the other positioned his cock against her entrance. Her slick heat called to him. The smell of her musky arousal filled his nostrils.
“Yes, yes.” She moaned squirming against him. He could feel Jasmine trembling with need.
She was trying to shimmy down onto his shaft. Her slippery wetness bathed his cockhead every time he moved. This was almost his undoing. Gritting his teeth he tried to gain some control. He was the one in charge.
Eric rubbed his cock against her pussy lips, nudging but never quite enough to get inside.
He began to tease her mercilessly. Driving them both insane. The need to have her mindless and wild was something perversely he craved.
Jasmine growled baring her teeth. Moving her hips she tried to force him in. The look in her lovely eyes was ferocious with wanton lust. He knew then, he could no longer deny her.
With one swift thrust, he let her sink down onto his shaft. It was pure heaven.
She sheathed him in tight, molten liquid heat. The sensation almost bought him to his knees. The temperature dropped a few more degrees around them, as his powers slipped their reins.
Eric began to thrust up into her, those little breasts bouncing with every movement. He could feel the points of her heels digging into his buttocks, which excited him more.
The pleasure filled groan that left her throat, almost made him spill his seed there and then. Arching back her head, she clung desperately to his shoulders.
Eric ran his tongue up the tempting curve of her neck. The urge to bury his fangs in her supple flesh raged through him, but he tethered it back. He did not want to bite her, not this time. This was just sex.
Instead he pulled the skin into his mouth and sucked hard. He would mark her in other ways.
Jasmine mewled baring her neck further. Her wet, hot cunt fisted around him, tearing a groan from his throat. The sound vibrated through her and she gasped.
Thrusting harder, he buried himself to the hilt. This was not meant to be a slow coupling. Eric knew it was not going to last long.
Fangs lengthening, he clenched his teeth together. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth, as they pierced his lip.
He pulled almost all the way out and heard her protest. With a growl he drove relentlessly back into her again and again. MINE. MINE. MINE. The words kept slamming through him with each pistoning of his hips. She was panting now, withering on the end of his cock.
“You are mine Jasmine.” He snarled against her ear.
A shiver ran through her and she whimpered. With acceptance or denial, Eric did not know. Not that it mattered now.
With a growl, he began to pound into her faster.
Moving her up and down his shaft, he could feel her body hastening towards its release. She was mindless, lost in the pleasures of their joined flesh.
He needed to feel her come, to feel that tight little cunt spasm around him, when she found her release. This was a primitive burning need.
On the next inward glide, Eric got his wish.
Jasmine screamed. Body stiffening, she bowed backwards, taut like a bow.
Her inner muscles squeezed, spasming around him as she orgasmed.
Eric couldn’t hold back any longer. Pleasure shot up his spine impaling him like lightening. With a roar, he emptied himself inside her. His chest was rising and falling harshly, as he tried to catch his breath.
Jasmine went limp in his arms. She was dragging air in, fighting to catch her breath.
Carrying her to the bed, he sat with her straddling his lap. Her face was cushioned against his chest. A little sound left her throat when his softening cock slipped from her body.
Fingers of one of her hands was tangling in the chain of the gold medallion he wore. This was an annoying piece of jewellery. Yet it had been a gift from his hostess and he was forced to wear it out of politeness.
Eric ran his own hands up and down Jasmine’s back. Holding her close he savoured the feel of her. Slowly, his heartbeat calmed and he regained his full clear intellect.
The coldness in the air continued to caress their heated skin. Now feeling a little calmer, Eric called back his icy powers. Immediately the temperature began to return to normal.
“Now, what are you doing here Kitten?” His voice was soft coaxing.
Raising her head, she frowned at him with big dazed eyes. She seemed confused.
Eric could not suppress the grin of male satisfaction. He had been rough with her, but she had enjoyed it. His little kitten was sated.
He sensed the moment Jasmine realised where she was. One second she was relaxed and pliant, the next she was a ball of taut tension. He frowned puzzled
.
Dainty hands pushing against his chest, he let her go.She scrambled from his lap as if she’d been burnt. With narrowed eyes, Eric watched her back away from him. He did not understand the change.
Wariness was radiating off of her.
Reaching down she snatched up the discarded nightdress. The whole time she refused to meet his eyes.
“I seem to remember trying to ask you that first.” Her voice was shaky.
Slowly Eric rose to his feet. “I believe you may be here for the same reason that I am.”
She was getting dressed in quick jerky movements. Glancing up her eyes darted around the room for a moment. Was she worried about being overheard? Or trying to work out how to escape? Had he hurt her? What in damnation was going on?
His muscles tensed with unease.
This was not how he had imagined their reunion. She did not even smile. Suddenly it all felt awkward.
Snagging his jeans, Eric stabbed his legs into them before buttoning them up. He left the belt hanging undone. “You may speak freely here. The vampire I am working with has made sure no one may listen to anything that is said in this room.”
She turned to watch him warily. “We’re here to investigate the ripper case. We know it’s a vampire and as this is the only nest in Prague, it makes sense that the serial killer is here, maybe hiding in plain sight of the Mistress of the City.”
The nightie she once more wore barely covered her. Dark enticing curls that covered her mound between her thighs were visible. Eric couldn’t stop his gaze from being drawn there. He felt his cock harden.
Slowly he dragged his eyes away from her body. Grabbing his shirt, he pulled it on, before haphazardly buttoning the buttons still attached. He needed to think. The girl was too much of a distraction.
Moving to one of the dressers, he yanked open a drawer. While she was dressed like that, he could not concentrate. Already the need to have her again, beat through him. If she did not cover up soon, he would have her flat on her back on the bed, his cock buried deep between her silken thighs.
Inhaling a steadying breath he turned. She easily caught the shirt he tossed her.
