He would take her gift to her tonight and reveal himself. It was time.
Chapter Two
The dream woke Ursula. She waited until her breathing had returned to normal and rolled over to glance at her alarm clock, groaning when she realized she’d only gone to bed a couple of hours ago. She snuggled back under the covers and hugged her body pillow. “Reynold,” she whispered. “I wish that dream was real.”
Her eyes snapped open when she heard a rushing wind noise. Was it storming outside? When she removed the blanket she shivered. The air in the room had suddenly grown cooler.
Crossing to the window she moved aside the curtains and peered out. The full moon cast a bluish hue on the expanse of lawn below. The trees were still and stars dotted the sky. What had she heard?
Hugging her elbows she crossed to her dresser and turned on one of the Tiffany rose bouquet lamps that flanked it. She had another blanket in the bottom drawer. When someone whispered her name, she froze. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Was someone in her condo?
“Shit.” Her phone was on the nightstand behind her. With her heartbeat pounding in her ears, she turned around and watched something materialize in front of the window. A face floated next to her nightstand. The only things clearly visible were his piercing green eyes.
“What the hell…”
“I won’t hurt you, Ursula.” His seductive, soothing voice sent a shiver through her, but not from fear. It was Reynold’s voice, exactly as it had sounded in her dreams.
“I don’t understand.” Nice one, Ursula. Tell the strange man in your bedroom you’re confused. Maybe he’ll stop and explain first? That’ll make it so much more pleasant.
“It’s okay, Ursula. I’m not here to hurt you.”
“Tell me what the hell is going on right now.” Her limbs felt like someone had wrapped them in fire ants. They danced along her skin, stinging her. She shook her head, trying to escape what her senses were telling her was true.
She placed both hands across her chest as his body took solid form. It was like watching a computerized model of subatomic particles come together. The pieces coalesced until a yummy man stood in front of the window, dressed in khakis and a button-down shirt.
The muscles visible under his clothing suggested hours spent at the gym, and his rugged face had the look of someone who spent a great deal of time outdoors. The air filled with the scent of musk and another scent she couldn’t identify. It conjured up images of naked bodies writhing together in passion.
His gaze burned with passion and her clothes suddenly felt too tight. Ursula trembled at the raw lust in his eyes. Every erotic fantasy she’d had about this man floated through her mind. She moaned and backed up but she was already against the dresser.
“It’s okay. I mean you no harm.”
“How?” she breathed, unable to form a coherent thought. “Why?”
He placed a wrapped package on the nightstand. “I brought your prize.”
She shivered. “What?”
“You won the grand prize this quarter, and I’ve brought it to you.” That voice. It washed over her like warm water, caressing every inch of her skin. This was impossible, and yet there he stood in all his testosterone-laden glory. Her nipples and clit began to throb.
She licked her lips. “Can we take a detour back to reality for just one second? How is this possible?”
“You’ve always wondered if vampires are real.”
“Sure, but…” Wait a minute... “They’re real? You’re a vampire? Is that what you’re telling me?” Why didn’t she feel afraid? Shouldn’t be she be planning her escape right now? Ursula, hello! There’s a strange man in your bedroom!
“You’ve always believed it could be true, so why is it so difficult to accept?” He took a step toward her. “Isn’t this what you want? To explore your dark fantasies? That’s what I’m offering.”
“No way. Not possible.”
He grinned and it sent a wave of desire crashing through her. This was insane, and yet she craved his touch. More than she’d ever desired any man.
“Do you doubt your own senses?” he asked, strolling toward her slowly, like a big cat stalking its prey.
“I can if I choose to.”
“Please don’t send me away, Ursula. Let me in. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“This is crazy,” she whispered.
He was so close now she could count his eyelashes. They hung over his lids, dark and long. “No, it’s not crazy, Ursula. It’s what you and I have dreamed of.”
“You’ve dreamed of it? I don’t understand.”
“I’ve watched you. I’ve read your stories. Your words have such power over me.”
“How often have you watched me?” Heat rushed through her body as she pictured him in the corner, invisible, while she sat in front of the computer screen, staring at his photo.
Reynold’s look was tender and warm. “Always the scientist, questioning everything. When will you learn to let go and experience life?”
Ursula swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and blinked back tears. She didn’t need to hear those words right now. She’d had similar words thrown in her face too many times by various boyfriends. So she worked a lot, so what? Since when had that become a crime? She loved her research. But it didn’t leave her much time for a relationship. And her chatter about particle irradiation and bioelectric potentials tended to put most men off.
Ursula held her breath while one long finger gently traced a line down her cheek, across her jaw, and into her cleavage. His touch burned like fire and the air in the room felt charged. “Let me fulfill all your fantasies, Ursula.”
“And then what? You go on the website and tell everyone about it?”
He shook his head. “No. It’s not like that at all. This has nothing to do with the other members. It’s you I’m fascinated with. Your intelligence, your passion, and your beauty.”
Her breath caught in her throat at the look of molten heat in his eyes. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she exhaled sharply. He caressed her bare skin, sending a shiver through her. She looked into his eyes as every past unfulfilling sexual encounter flashed through her mind.
This man had been her fantasy lover and email friend for almost a year. He was as gorgeous and seductive as she’d always imagined. Well, to be fair she’d never imagined him as a vampire, but that didn’t seem to matter right now. He wanted her. Ursula Mackenzie, the girl who’d been called a nerd, a geek, and a freak ever since first grade. She couldn’t think of one reason to say no.
Chapter Three
Reynold caressed both shoulders as though she were made of fine china and might break. His touch sent fire through her entire body, and she became lightheaded. His hands moved to her neck, sending a shiver through her. Those eyes held her captive. He bent his head and kissed her.
She moaned into his open mouth, parting her lips to let his tongue inside. It moved over hers in ways she’d never experienced. Practiced, sensual, exotic. He devoured her mouth while her limbs trembled.
When he released her mouth his lips nuzzled her neck, just above her collarbone where the skin was most sensitive. She could feel the blood pulsing in her veins. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was focused on that one miniscule spot. The sharp pinprick of teeth breaking the skin sent a jolt of electricity down her neck, across both breasts, and straight to her aching clit.
Ursula groaned as he kneaded her breasts, grazing her nipples with his thumbs. “You taste like manna. And your skin feels like velvet. So soft.” His voice was raspy and thick now, and his words made her weak in the knees.
He teased her nipples with his teeth while reaching under her shorts to slide two fingers along her wet slit. Waves of pleasure rocked her core. She moved her legs apart slightly and he pushed two fingers inside. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”
He took her hand and led her to the edge of the bed, then took off her tank top and tossed it on the floor. Re
d-hot desire raced through her as he eased her down to straddle his left thigh. She cried out when he took one breast into his mouth and sucked hard. The sensation caused a ripple effect that shot straight to her clit. She rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy against his muscled thigh.
He continued his assault on her nipples, sucking and biting them gently, while she rubbed his leg. When she reached inside her boxer shorts to hurry along the orgasm, he groaned deep in his throat. As the climax crashed over her, he licked the wounds his teeth had made. Each lap of his tongue sent a fresh surge of ecstasy through her body.
After the contractions finally stopped, Reynold laid her back against the pillows and pulled off her boxer shorts. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
He stood up and removed his clothes and she gasped at the sight of his muscles and his thick red cock. When he covered her body with his he kissed her rough and deep, his fingers curling in her hair. She moaned as his tongue slid inside. His kisses left her breathless. His touch filled a need in her she hadn’t known existed before tonight.
He released her mouth and trailed his tongue down her neck, in between her breasts, and down to her wet slit. Slipping two long fingers inside again, he continued torturing her clit with his tongue. Ursula whimpered and squirmed under his touch. She’d never felt anything so exquisite.
When he moved back up to gaze into her face, the touch on her cheek was so tender she had to blink back tears. “I need to be inside you, Ursula. Will you let me?”
“Oh…yes, Reynold. Yes. Make love to me. Please.”
He slowly spread her legs and touched the tip of his cock to her wetness, pushing gently. “You’re very tight.”
“It’s been a long time.” That was an understatement.
“Then I’ll be careful.”
“I don’t want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me.”
With a groan he shoved his swollen shaft into her pussy. It hurt only for a second or two, then she was filled with the most delicious pleasure she’d ever known. Her cries filled the room as a quick orgasm contracted her pussy walls around his cock.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he thrust in and out. His stamina excited her beyond anything she’d ever known. This was the most erotic experience she’d ever had. Another climax was already building. Even her dreams had never been this erotic, this fulfilling. Her pussy was sore and raw by the time he climaxed, and when she felt him let go another orgasm washed over her, making her dizzy. She wanted to lie in his arms forever and touch him, hold him.
Reynold moved off her and cradled her in his arms. He stroked her hair, moving it aside to tenderly kiss her neck. This time when she felt the tiny prick of teeth, she sank deeper into his arms and closed her eyes, letting the complete sense of peace consume her. It was as if every happy thought she’d ever had came together in one perfect moment.
Her eyelids grew heavy and her head felt like it was full of cotton. “I have so many questions for you…” Her voice sounded thick and slurred, the way it did when she tried to talk in a dream.
He stroked her neck and his voice crooned close to her ear. “The questions will wait. Sleep now, Ursula.”
His touch on her skin was gentle. A lover’s touch. She finally gave in and drifted off to sleep.
****
Ursula woke to the soft sound of keys clacking across the hall. Her bedroom door was open and the blinds were closed. She sat up and stretched. Her breasts and pussy were tender but she didn’t care. Memories from last night assaulted her senses. She could still feel Reynold’s mouth and hands on her body. The images were so vivid he might as well be inside her right now. Everything had changed. Her fantasy had come true and his existence proved her theories.
She put on her robe and padded across the hall to her office. Reynold sat at her desk typing on a laptop she didn’t recognize. The blinds in this room were closed as well. Only a tiny slit of sunlight peeked in from the edges. “Is that your laptop?”
He turned around and grinned, sending a wave of desire straight to her wet pussy. Every touch, every kiss came back to her in a rush and she shivered. “Good morning, beautiful. Yes, it is. I snuck out while you were sleeping and retrieved it.”
“I thought vampires couldn’t go out during the day.”
“A false rumor, but we do have to avoid direct sunlight. I hope you don’t mind if we keep your rooms dark.”
That meant he planned to stay today. Her heart soared and she couldn’t stop smiling.
He stood up and crossed the room, pulling her into his arms. “Did you sleep well?” Before she could answer he released her and picked up the package he’d brought last night. “Here. I hope you like it.”
She unwrapped the tissue paper and gasped as she lifted the necklace and earrings out of the box. Amethyst and turquoise, the design featured roses entwined around a sword. It was provocative and romantic at the same time, and she absolutely adored it. “Did you design this?”
He beamed. “Yes. I design and make all the jewelry.”
“It’s absolutely stunning.”
“Here, let me put this on.” He fastened the necklace while she put in the earrings. Then he took her hand and led her back to the bedroom to stand in front of the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Perfect.”
Sighing, she stared into his beautiful eyes, afraid to believe this was real. The questions she’d had last night came back to her, but she didn’t want to break the spell.
“You must be hungry. I’ll make you breakfast. “
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. Do you eat?”
He grinned again and she fought the urge to kiss him. She was hungry, and needed food before she ravished him again. “I can eat if I want to but I don’t have to. Ursula, let me cook for you. I used to be very good at it.”
“Oh, a man who can cook. Well in that case, my kitchen is yours.” As she took off the necklace it grazed the wounds. She drew in a sharp breath at the pinprick of sensation. Leaning close to the mirror, she examined them. They weren’t red or swollen, but the skin around them was hypersensitive. The least little touch sent a jolt of pain and pleasure straight to her groin.
He stared at them, his eyes blazing with lust. “Do they hurt you?”
She fought to take a full breath. “N-No. It was…unexpected, that’s all.”
He caressed her hair gently. “I couldn’t help myself. But I won’t harm you. I would never do that to you.”
She sat on a stool at the kitchen counter and watched him make French toast. “Reynold, I have so many questions for you.”
“Ask away.”
“How did you become a vampire? Is it like in the movies and books?”
He smiled. “Close enough. You have to be bitten by a vampire, and it has to be a bite that drains you almost to the point of death. In other words, they have to know what they’re doing or you simply exsanguinate.”
“Were you afraid?”
“No.” A cold look passed over his face. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
A quick jolt of fear coursed through her body, but she pushed it away and nodded.
“I was out of viable choices.” He took a deep breath. “I was a pirate, Ursula. I plundered and stole. The jewelry I make is fashioned from coins and gems. The last treasure I stole as a human.”
She nodded as he spoke. His stories had been too raw, too real. It all made sense now. “I always wondered about some of those pieces. They looked so old, so authentic.”
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t count on the members posting pics of them.”
“Who made you a vampire, Reynold?”
He put the plate of food and a fork in front of her. She rose and took the maple syrup out of the fridge then poured it on the toast while he answered.
“A vampire named Dyvia came to my jail cell the night before I was to be executed and offered me a way out. I took it.”
She put a forkful into her mouth. “Wow. This i
s delicious. Did you know Dyvia was a vampire?”
He looked slightly embarrassed. “Oh yes. She played me, Ursula. She seduced me then brought me over so I wouldn’t be hung for piracy. But then she stole the treasure from me while I was still weak and gave it to an ancient vampire named Lukas as a tribute. When I gained enough strength to do something about it, I stole it back.”
Ursula put her fork next to the plate. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it hadn’t been this. His story fascinated her. “What happened to her?”
His eyes grew dark. “You don’t want to know.”
“Yes, I do.” She leaned forward.
“I destroyed her, then I hunted down Lukas and destroyed him. His followers hunted me for a while but they…they haven’t bothered me in a long time.”
She stared at him for several minutes, wishing she knew what to say. It was a world she couldn’t understand, yet she wanted to.
“Do you really drink blood?”
“Only animal blood. Last night…I lost control. But the wounds are so small I didn’t take much from you. I’d never hurt you, Ursula.”
“I believe you.” She picked up her fork and began to eat again.
“You’re not upset by this?” His voice was full of incredulity.
“Why should I be? What are we talking about…how many centuries ago did this happen?”
“I crossed over in sixteen hundred and fifty-three,” said Reynold.
“Do you still steal treasure or hunt and destroy vampires?”
He shook his head. “No, of course not. And I use the money from the membership fees on the site to pay a man named Derek to make the documents I need to run the site and keep things legal.”
“How much of the treasure have you made into jewelry and given away?” She wiped up the rest of the syrup with the edge of her fork. It was so damn delicious she was tempted to lick the plate.
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