Slayer

Content advisory: m/f sex

Sometimes life took interesting turns. Harper sipped her drink and covertly watched her quarry on the other side of the club. Dominic Masters was also aware of her presence in his club. She wasn’t fooled or inexperienced enough to believe otherwise. She wanted him and that pissed her off to no end. Her job was to kill the bastards, not sleep with them.

That fact aside, she still wanted him. How insane was that? He was beyond dangerous, one of the most powerful vampires she’d ever hunted and she’d followed him right into his lair just like some clueless ninny. That pissed her off even more.

He looked over at her and grinned.

Heat suffused her cheeks. Her hand closed so tightly on the glass she held that it shattered. Pain shot up her arm and to her astonishment, blood ran from a long cut along her index finger.

When she looked up, he stood beside her. His eyes sparkled with mirth and lust though whether for her or the blood on her hand, she wasn’t quite sure.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“As if you should care.”

He cocked one perfect blond eyebrow.

“Please,” she said. “You know who I am.”

“Yes, of course, my dear. And I’m charmed to make your acquaintance. Your reputation precedes you.”

Now it was her turn to lift an eyebrow.

He crowded a little closer.

She didn’t yield an inch. He would not intimidate her. “Aren’t you afraid I might stake your ass right here?” Jesus, he was the most magnificent creature she’d ever seen. Big, well muscled, with blond hair down his back. He looked like a warrior. He even smelled good, the bastard.

“No. You have no interest in staking me at the moment. Frankly, you’re more interested in my cock.” He gave her a wicked grin, showing white, perfect teeth with just a hint of sharpness to his canines. “You didn’t come into my club to kill me. You’ve been watching me for days.”

She should have known a vampire as slick as him would have been aware of her lurking in the shadows no matter how careful she thought she’d been. She blatantly looked him up and down as if she were eyeing a prize horse at action.

He reached behind the bar and brought out a clean hand towel. “Here, let me help you.” Before she knew what he was doing, he set about cleaning her hand. His breathing quickened but he never once gave the impression that he was about to lose control of himself over the scent of fresh blood. Unlike young vampires, he had total control of himself. He methodically, cleaned her fingers then her palm.

When he finished, she snatched her hand away.

He laughed, obviously enjoying her game. “Why don’t you come upstairs with me and let me show you all you wish to know? You’ll find me a capable lover. I guarantee it.” He reached for her hand and before she could draw it back, he caught it and brought it to his lips where he pressed a warm kiss on the back.

She shivered, not from fear, but the electric sensation of desire that shot straight to her damp crotch.

“Come, you’ve nothing to fear. I don’t want to kill you any more than you want to kill me. You’re quite lovely and beneath all that bluster and those weapons you’re concealing, there’s a woman who wants pleasure and I can give it to you.”

She felt his attempt to compel her into agreeing and she smirked. It was the one thing that had allowed her to be so successful; she was not susceptible to any vampire’s attempts to control her.

His eyes widened and then to her astonishment, he grinned wide and his eyes sparkled. “I can’t make you. I don’t believe it.”

To her utter annoyance, he reminded her of a child who had just received the best gift ever. She half expected him to clap his hands with glee.

“This is rather ironic,” he said. “I’ve been searching for you for years. And here you are, a slayer, with my name at the top of your kill list.” He shook his head slightly. “It’s amusing how things turn out sometimes.”

“What do you mean you’ve been searching for me?” She didn’t want to be intrigued, never the less, he had her full attention.

“There is a perfect match for everyone, even those of us who are deemed unfit to live and hunted mercilessly. Didn’t you know that?”

Her heart thudded. “What the hell are you talking about?” she asked though she was pretty sure she knew exactly where he was going and she didn’t want any part of it.

“Didn’t you find it odd that you wanted me badly enough to come in here even when you knew you were at a terrible disadvantage?”

She wasn’t about to answer that.

He reached out slowly. She didn’t flinch. He gently stroked her cheek. His touch was warm and sensual and she suddenly felt very heavy and sensitive between her legs. She wanted to feel his hand on her skin again only in long sweeping strokes. She wanted him to touch her breasts and the center of her pleasure zone. She wanted him to kiss her and drive his teeth into her. She. . .

No! She didn’t want him. He was a killer, a monster, and he had to die. Except she knew she could not kill him. What had passed between them was old as time. He would not kill her either. He might bite but he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew it instinctively.

“Come with me,” he whispered. “Let me be your lover tonight. Let me show you what a vampire can be like when he isn’t fighting for his life.” He held out his hand and somehow she accepted it.

He led her through the club. Many women looked at her with raw jealousy burning in their eyes. And why not? They didn’t know what he was. All they saw was an extremely beautiful man leading her toward his private area.

Was she really going to let this happen? Her pussy was heavy and very wet. Her body was definitely engaged by the idea of letting him mount her.

His hand squeezed hers and she met his lovely blue gaze. He had the most amazing blue-green eyes. She wanted to drown in those aqua pools.

She walked beside him through an arching doorway into a dimly lit hall where he led her to a staircase carpeted in red. It curved and disappeared into the upper level. A huge vampire stood at the bottom. A guard. He nodded as Dominic led her past.

At the top of the stairs, two doors opened off the wide hallway. He opened one and ushered her inside a spacious and lavish suite of rooms.

“Can I fix you a drink?” he asked.

Her stomach fluttered. “Yes, please.” Maybe a drink would calm her down and restore her senses before she followed him into the attached room which was undoubtedly a bedroom.

“What would you like? I have everything?”

“Rum and Coke.”

He sauntered behind the bar, all grace and power, and made the drink. He presented it to her with a wink. “That should warm you up.”

She didn’t need any warming up. She already burned to have him inside her. Her traitorous body couldn’t wait to have him on top of her, filling her. As far as she could tell from the information she had on him, he was close to two-hundred years old. He would be a very skilled lover. One didn’t live all those years and have regular sex without getting good at it.

She licked her lip then caught herself.

His lips curled into a knowing smile and heat filled her cheeks.

What in God’s name was she doing? She should run screaming from the club and never go near him again. But she wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it. She had to experience him. In her years of hunting and killing his kind she had never fallen to the charms of one of them and several had tried if only to save their own lives. She had never let one of them touch her. Never wanted one to touch her. Not until now. Now she wanted him with a heat and fierceness that frightened her.

She gulped the rest of the drink and he gently took the glass from her hand.

“Come, Harper. I am going to make love to you like you’ve never experienced. You’ll never want another when you and I are finished.”

Despite his arrogance, a little thrill of anticipation shot through her as she took his outstretched hand.

He escorted her into his bedroom. Done in midnight blue and gold, it was masculine and yet beautiful. Oil paintings that must have cost a fortune decorated the walls and antiques were artfully arranged. He had very good taste.

“Lovely,” she said.

“It’s just a room. It has no beauty compared to yours.” He touched her arm and she turned to face him.

He slid his arm behind her and gently brought her forward, lightly grasping her waist. His immense strength and power was more than evident though he touched her gently and held her with no force. She felt safe and oddly comforted in his arms.

Her arms slid around his neck and she burrowed her fingers in his hair. The strands were silky soft and smooth.

He ran one hand along her arm, caressing her skin when he reached her shoulder, then he stroked her cheek. “Your skin is so warm and soft.”

He ran his fingers through her hair. “I love auburn hair. So pretty.”

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He moved a little closer and now their bodies were almost touching. He dropped his hands to the small of her back and brought her hips fully against his. His cock was hard, pressing at his tailored pants.

A little moan escaped before she could stop it.

“Yes, I want you,” he said. “I want to be inside you. I want to make you scream my name. I want to give you something no mortal can.” He slowly rubbed against her, letting her feel the size of him.

He pressed his lips to hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His lips were warm and pliant. She answered by kissing back. She explored him, running her hands along his muscular shoulders and down his arms, tracing the contours of his hard flesh.

His lips became demanding as his tongue pushed at her lower lip. Heat lashed through her. She yielded to him, allowing him to push inside her mouth. He stroked her tongue, explored her and she was kissing back. She explored him in return. Her tongue touched the point of one fang. He moaned and jerked her up tighter against him. She touched his other fang and his hips rocked forward, grinding against her.

He deftly worked the buttons loose and pushed her blouse open exposing her lacy bra and the serrated knife she wore strapped under her clothing. Without pausing, he kissed a blazing trail from her mouth, along her jaw and down to below her ear. She shivered in anticipation and her pussy tingled.

His fingers deftly worked the weapon harness loose and tossed it aside. “Harper,” he whispered. “Where have you been? I’ve been searching for so long.”

She dug her nails into his broad back.

What in the hell are you doing? Some sense of sanity returned. She did not want to want this. He was the enemy. He was the thing she hunted down and killed.

“So lovely,” he murmured and cupped a breast. His thumb skimmed over the lacy cup.

Her pussy wept for him even as she knew she was making a mistake that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

He lightly pinched her nipple, teasing it into a taut peak.

It felt so damn good that she thrust her chest forward, placing her breasts close to his face. He bent and kissed one lace covered peak and then the other.

He grasped her blouse with long fingers and peeled it off her shoulders, sliding the satiny material down her arms and letting it drop at their feet. Next he removed another blade, this one smaller, strapped to the inside of her forearm. But he fumbled with the hooks on her bra.

“How could a man be so old and still not have mastered removal of that one little garment?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “I think women invented these contraptions just to frustrate men.”

With amusement, she brushed his hands away and did the task for him. Her breasts were firm and high and he ogled them with open appreciation. He bent and laved his tongue over the pebbled crests until she leaned her head back and a long moan floated out of her. The bastard knew what he was doing. She was hot and wet for him, her body already more than ready to receive him within her. Her skin tight pants were a constant irritation, adding to her arousal.

How could she be doing this? How many people was this man, this creature, responsible for killing? A lot.

“Forget it,” he whispered.

She shivered. He knew what she was thinking even if he wasn’t able to read her mind and she knew he couldn’t. No vampire could.

“How can I forget what you are? What you do?”

“Just enjoy this. I’ll take you places you’ve never been. I promise.” He kissed the space between her breasts and she gasped. Then he pressed a trail of burning kisses upward until he reached the hollow of her throat. Her breath hitched, then quickened.

He licked slowly then nuzzled his way upward, licking and kissing and then nipping very gently. He was going to bite. No way he wouldn’t. But not yet. She shivered in hot anticipation. And to her horror laced lust, she acknowledged that she couldn’t wait to feel his fangs sink into her. There was something as erotic about the thought of him biting her as him driving his cock deep into her pussy.

“Yes, it will be good,” he whispered against her skin, his breath hot, tickling. As he nibbled at her skin, she went to work on his shirt, freeing the buttons then running her hands over the hard muscles of his chest. Her fingers teased at his hard nipples and he moaned against his throat. A thrill shot through her at the power she had to bring this magnificent creature pleasure.

She strayed lower, down over his firm belly to his belt. She undid the buckle and then the button on his trousers. From there it was only seconds before the zipper was down and her questing fingers delved into his silk underwear. She encountered hard flesh that jerked at her touch. She curled her hand around his impressive girth and he groaned. Her hand ran along his length, exploring his size. “You’re big.”

“Enough to do the job anyway,” he said into her hair. He went for her pants then. In seconds he had them undone and shoved down her hips. She kicked off her heels and stepped from her pants. All that remained was her scrap of lace panties. His fingers hooked under them, slid downward, and touched her. She stiffened then moaned.

She stepped over, widening her stance to give him room. His fingers felt along her folds, slipping between them, touching, stroking, sliding through her moisture. He pushed into her, pumped, then withdrew and traced his finger upward until he found the little bundle of nerves. He stroked over it then circled the little nub until she groaned and shoved forward, seeking more contact.

Instead of pleasuring her, he stripped off her panties then finished divesting his own clothing. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the huge bed. Cradling her with one arm, he grabbed the bed coverings and yanked them back. Wasting no time, he deposited her on the mattress and eased in beside her.

He brushed her hair back then his lips descended on hers in a demanding kiss. And she was kissing him back with abandon, clutching him close to her.

He eased over her and kneed her legs apart. She grasped his shoulders and panted in anticipation. She might not want to want it, but oh God, she wanted him with every fiber of her being. He grasped himself and rubbed his engorged head along her folds, slipping through her silky moisture.

His head nudged at her entrance, then pushed hard and he was deep inside her. His cock was thick and hot and for a moment he didn’t move at all. She sank her nails into his shoulders and shoved up against him, urging him on.

He moved with force, giving and taking, thrusting deep into her heat with each stroke. She met him, worked with him, striving to bring them both to orgasm. Pleasure like she had never known coursed through her. Sensations built in her core and spiraled outward. Heat burst through her.

After long minutes, he adjusted his position and suddenly he was rubbing her clit with each stroke. He nuzzled against her skin just below her ear and she turned her head, offering. His tongue stroked once, twice, then the points of his fangs pressed into her skin. She braced herself and he bit. Hard. But the pain diminished and left a new kind of pleasure in its wake. As he drank from her, a new sensation burned through her. One so powerful and amazing that she knew she had to feel it again.

The pleasure that had already wound tight within her escalated, becoming tighter, more condensed until she shattered under him. Her orgasm freight-trained through her, spiraling outward. “Oh, my God. Dominic,” she cried. She rocked her hips hard, working his cock until she shuddered and finally slowed.

He licked over the wound at her throat and lifted his head.

He pumped harder, working for his own release and a moment later, he shouted and came hard, spurting deep inside her. He grunted then stilled but remained inside her. For a moment, he didn’t move or speak then he said, “Harper?”

She gazed up at him. God, he was incredible.

“I don’t want this to be a one night stand.”

Her breathing quickened, neither did she. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes.”

It was insane. He was her enemy or at least he had been. Suddenly the idea of him being an enemy seemed ridiculous—no matter what he was. He hadn’t tried to hurt her; he had given her more pleasure than any man. “I don’t want it to be that way either.”

“I want you, Harper. I want you to be my woman. You are meant for me. I knew it the moment I realized you were following me and I couldn’t influence you.”

She laughed. “You’d want a woman you couldn’t force?”

“Yes. I would never have to wonder if I were subconsciously controlling you. I don’t want that in a partner.” He gave her a little smile that showed his fangs.

How come she had never realized how sexy those pointy teeth were before? But she knew the answer. This vampire was her destiny and it wasn’t to put a steak through him either.

“Guess, I’ll be looking for a new career,” she said.

He grinned. “I’m sure you’ll be good at anything you choose.”

She brushed his hair back from his face. “I’m so glad I found you.”

“I’m glad too.” He bent and silenced her with a long, sweet kiss.

~ Nickie Asher ~

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