by Kyla Riley
Holly leaned forward and breathed deep, moaning aloud. That had to be the sweetest scent she’d ever had the chance to smell. There was no describing the rich, decadent, urge that she felt.
“Now, to know where to lay your teeth – use your tongue like a guide and I promise, you’ll know.”
She felt Niall’s erection against her stomach and knew he was as turned on by this as she was. Following his instructions, she started to trace his skin with her tongue and jerked her head back as she hit a spot that felt like licking a nine-volt battery. It was sharp, almost too intense, but the idea of putting her teeth there made her nails curl painfully into his shoulders.
She leaned forward again, but this time instead of jerking back from the sensation – she leaned forward and let her instincts take control. Her teeth sank into his neck and she felt Niall’s hands tear her leggings from her body. He slid himself into her and she felt his own teeth at her neck. Their bodies rocked in mutual pleasure as they collapsed on the bed feeding their hunger and desires together.
18
“You have dog breath in the morning,” Holly whispered, holding back a laugh as she stared at him resting next to her with his eyes closed. His face was peaceful and she knew how he must be feeling. She felt like everything was finally right for once and whatever happened in the future, they would figure it out together.
“You’ll have to teach me all the vampire tricks, wait – dogs do tricks. I’m not a werewolf like you, am I?”
“Are you analyzing it all now?” he said in mock distain, cracking open one eyelid and watching her. Shamelessly, Holly nodded at his grumpy visage.
“Of course, I am. I’m trying to decide if I need to start buying a variety of dog collars and shampoo. Do we need flea dip?”
“We,” he stressed. “Need nothing but each other. You on the other hand need only to drink blood at least once a day or when the urge comes on you. I would be happy to take care of any urges you happen to feel too.”
“You know,” she hesitated for a moment and looked at Niall, who arched an eyebrow, silently waiting for her to continue. “I haven’t gotten an allergy shot in three days and I’m long overdue. With as bad as my allergies are, I should be at least feeling a tickle or sneezing. Do you think that maybe since I’ve been exposed so much to you that maybe it’s gotten better or perhaps it was the blood you gave me?”
Holly did feel amazing. It was like every ache or sore spot was magically gone and in its place was a fulfillment that she’d never dreamed of. She’d been healthy before, but this was miraculous.
“Oh, I know! Maybe we need a dog run in the back yard, but I absolutely refuse to pick up after you in the grass,” Holly said straight-faced and then broke down laughing at Niall’s horrified expression.
“I assure you that this half-breed is completely potty-trained and the only thing you have to worry about is putting up with me for another thousand years. If you want to wear dog collars and get all kinky like that… I’m up for trying anything once. It’s not my thing but hey…” Niall shrugged and she saw the glint of humor in his eyes just before it faded away.
“You don’t regret what happened?” he asked softly, brushing a lock of pale hair off of her forehead as he stared at her. Holly adored the gentle way he was with her and how playful he could be at times. They were a good fit together and she couldn’t picture a better person to spend eternity with than the man she loved and cherished.
“Never,” Holly said vehemently. “I wonder about that weird dream or whatever it was. I don’t feel like I am going insane, but I definitely heard something… but it was my voice. It was strange, surreal and existential – but as long as I am with you, I don’t care how this all happened. It was almost like it was a magical push to help me along, you know?”
“That is what I am afraid of,” Niall said tightly.
“Niall, I didn’t see anyone else or feel anything odd like goosebumps, etc. It was all so… so… weird?” she finished lamely, shrugging. “If I had seen Karen, Cairene or whatever she is calling herself – I would have never left you alone.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“And I would never put you in harm’s way.”
“Then we’ll stick together and watch each other’s backs, agreed?”
“I love you,” they said tenderly at the same time and before Holly smiled settling back down in Niall’s arms. They spent the rest of the afternoon together making love, feeding and talking of Holly’s new existence. He took a polaroid of the two of them and pinned it to the corkboard, scrawling the date at the bottom. Holly watched Niall as he hung it among the family photos from over the years and smiled at her.
“You are one of us now,” Holly heard him say firmly and her heart did a somersault at the possessive tone in his voice. She knew he would never give her up and always protect her. That was their love and it was blessedly eternal.
Ordinary World
Daphne Gentry is an up-and-coming history professor with a passion for defending the underdog. When she hosts a lecture on historical inaccuracies, she could not believe the blond beefcake at the back of the auditorium that was arguing with her – nor his admission that a single vampire had been Jack the Ripper.
Cursed by his past, Connall Cael had lived a solitary life for fear of destroying those he loved around him again. When he awoke to discover that he was the famed killer, it took him centuries to find a way to cope with the guilt of the victim’s deaths. This dark-haired seductress in prim clothing was giving him hope and opening the door to accepting who he was: a vampire.
Tempted by the possibility of a future, their instant chemistry knew no bounds. When Daphne sees Conn for the lonely man he is and discovers his vulnerable secret, can she accept who he is and the danger it could bring her? Or will his insatiable desires and bloodlust destroy their chance at happiness before it ever begins?
Take on Me
Vanessa Stafford had a life any woman would wish for… wealthy, pampered, with a beautiful home and marrying her father’s protégé. Her direction in life had always been planned for her by either her parents or her fiancé- but their ideas never allowed her be herself. A stolen moment of blissful happiness was like pulling a veil of disillusionment from her eyes. She knew deep down inside that it was time for her to break free of their grasp… but was she running straight into the arms of another man who would treat her the same?
Fiacha Cael spotted the stunning woman surrounded by others at the bar. Centuries had passed and his friends had slipped away over the years. He was now mourning the latest passing of a companion- and the pretty bachelorette at the bar was supposed to be celebrating. They were both surrounded by people but alone… so different, yet so alike. He felt a staggering depression swamping at his soul and saw the same expression in her eyes- driving need to comfort her. He had his own issues to sort through first… and the years had not been kind to his ironic phobia.
Could Fiacha understand the desire for independence that Vanessa had? Could she help a struggling vampire that fainted at the sight of blood? Both had their demons they fought against- yearning for more from this world… but would she be willing to take him on?
About the Author
Kyla Riley is the secret pen name of an award winning, best-selling author. Dabbling in fantasy, Kyla gets to explore another world that brings her in contact with vampires, ghosts, werewolves and witchcraft. Please look around, explore and have fun as she brings you stories that will delight and set your blood pumping.
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