Wild Nights

by Sharon Page

  He saw how much that bothered her.

  “But we would have to lie about everything,” she continued as he opened his mouth to say something, anything, because it didn’t matter, as he would never have kids.

  “Erin—”

  “We would have to lie about your parents and your past. We would have to create fictional grandparents—basically, a whole fictional heritage. We can’t do that to our kids. I mean, I admit I have absolutely no idea how we would explain this. I might pretext for a living, but I cannot lie to my children.”

  “Do you think they would be happier to know I was a vampire?”

  “I don’t know.” She laughed wryly. “They would likely think we are insane and eventually try to have us committed. And my mother would assist them, if she ever found out. I would plummet from mere disappointment to unspeakable family embarrassment. But—”

  She stopped, adjusted her quilt, which had bared her left breast. He said nothing, waiting.

  “You’re determined not to talk about it,” she said finally.

  “No.” He shook his head. “I would want us to decide together what to do. To make the choice together.”

  “Oh. You do.” Her face lightened, and he saw that, while they hadn’t resolved the problem, his answer had been good.

  Michael wrapped his arms around her, marveling at the joy of holding her in his arms. He kissed her until they both were breathless.

  Her eyes sparkled up into his. “We have to try for the most erotic sex imaginable, right?”

  “That’s the way the curse is worded.”

  “Well, if you’ve done all those wild things, what would be extraordinary sex for you?”

  Anything you want to do with me.

  “I mean,” she continued, “who judges it? Is there some goddess up there with a scorecard?”

  He cradled her cheek and admitted, “I don’t know.”

  “Didn’t you ask?”

  “Hell, yes. But curses are always a bitch. Apparently it is something the couple is supposed to figure out for themselves.”

  Her hand closed over his, soft and warm. “So we try everything we can think of and hope we get it right?”

  Yes, but I won’t say the words. I can’t risk your life. Make love with me, Erin, but I have to let you go.

  “How long do we have? Until dawn?”

  “Midnight.”

  “That’s all?” She chewed her lip. Then took his hand away. “Okay. Wait here.”

  He turned his back to the window to watch her walk down the hallway. He wanted to enjoy the sight of her full hips swaying as she walked; he didn’t want to stand there and gape at the moon and remember what awaited him. His body thrummed in anticipation at what she might have in mind. Hell, she made it a lot easier to forget about death.

  He closed the drapes to give them privacy. He was about to find out what Erin considered the most erotic sexual experience ever.

  “Wow,” he gasped when she returned. “I had no idea you were into toys.” She held out the double-ended dildo like a weapon, her fist wrapped around the ribbed handle between the two long cocks. She was no longer completely naked; she’d donned a black garter belt and filmy black stockings. She perched on high-heeled black shoes.

  Stunned, he asked, “So what do you like to do with that, and why didn’t you send me any e-mails about it?”

  She winked. “I put it to good use reading your e-mails.”

  “So you like double penetration?”

  She met his gaze frankly. Then blushed. “Yes.”

  Michael took her reply as a sign of growing trust and his heart ached. He sat his naked butt on the arm of the chair beside the window. “Would you like to put on a show for me?”

  He licked his lips as she held the toy so the twin pricks rubbed against her perky nipples.

  “I have a better idea.” She gave him a grin both wicked and shy, then turned the dildo upright. Slowly she licked it, then drew one head into her mouth while the other bumped in her cleavage.

  He’d asked for a show, but the way his cock pulsed as she teased him was absolute torment.

  “So do I.” He groaned as she let the dildo pop out of her mouth.

  “You first,” she urged.

  “Okay. Mine involves a motorcycle.”

  7

  “You know, I’ve always wanted to do it in the backseat of a car.”

  Michael paused, gripping the car-door handle. They had driven to where he’d left his bike—on a side street near the parking garage where Dave Phillips had attacked Erin. Erin had just parked behind his bike.

  “You’ve never done that?” he asked, surprised.

  “No,” she admitted. “I know—hasn’t every twentieth-century high school kid done that? Not me; I was always a good girl. Well, a relatively good girl.”

  In the driver’s seat, Erin slid her loose, silky skirt up as she spoke. The sight of her stocking-clad legs being revealed inch by tempting inch held him captivated. Excitement coursed through him because he knew she wore nothing but the stockings and garters underneath. When the hem was at the apex of her thighs, showing off the ivory-white satin skin of her legs above the black mesh, he was ready to lean over, plunge his head between her legs, and devour her.

  She looked ravishing in the long blue sundress she wore—swirls of midnight and silvery blue on almost sheer silk, like water on a moonlit night—and he ached to ravish her.

  She took his hand and guided it to the hot nest between her legs. “It would be so sexy to steam up all the windows.”

  With a naughty grin, she glanced outside. “Is the idea of doing it in the car public enough for you?” she teased. “Or would you prefer we go lie down in the middle of Bank Street and bring four lanes of traffic to a screeching halt?”

  Michael looked around. There was a corner store open, and a few people were walking down the street. Just enough audience to make backseat sex a little shocking.

  He grinned. “I’m game.” He swung open his door and was about to jump out and move to the backseat, when Erin poked him in the back. Turning, he gaped when he saw she’d pulled out the double-ended dildo and a small tube from the blue silk bag she had stowed under her seat.

  “When I join you,” she said, green eyes flashing hot fire, “I want you to slide this up … er … inside you.”

  “Don’t be shy, baby,” he challenged playfully. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do. Vividly.”

  Her cheeks turned a fetching pink once more. Remembering her kinkier e-mails, he found it sweet that her good-girl side couldn’t talk about the wild things she so easily invented.

  But she met his challenge. In a sultry voice she painted a sensual picture that seared him. “Lick the head first,” she purred, “then use a little lube to make it all wet to go inside you. Lie back and push the dildo between the cheeks of your ass. Rub it against your tight little entrance until you get all open and ready, and gently work it inside.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be gentle,” he said softly. “I’ve never had a cock up the arse before.”

  Delighted to hear her sharply drawn breath at his blunt statement, he grabbed the dildo and lube, and got out of the car.

  But by the time he stretched out on the backseat, his body was on fire at the thought of what she was requesting he do.

  “So I found something you’ve actually never done?” She sounded thrilled.

  He understood. She was trying to find something so wild, so exotic, so kinky, it would have to be the most erotic thing he’d ever done.

  Erin got out and sashayed around to the passenger’s-side door as he pulled off his boots. Taking off his leather pants proved a challenge on the narrow seat. He watched Erin watching him. She leaned on the door, blocking the view as a couple walked by. A light breeze sent her skirt fluttering and plastered blue silk against her breasts.

  Fixing his gaze on her parted lips and wide eyes, Michael touched his tongue to the head of one cock. He held the shaft of the other in his
fist.

  Her eyes sparkled like brilliant emeralds. “You are so intensely … male … that watching you do that is sooo hot.”

  That turned him on. To really thrill her, he slowly spread a layer of gel over the head and lifted his hips to push the residue in his anus. He tentatively touched the tip of the rubber cock to his entrance. Staring at him, Erin slid her hand between her thighs, rubbing herself through her skirt. She worked herself lazily, seductively. Michael felt his anus open as he stroked the head against it. He had forgotten how sensitive he was there, and he groaned, surprised at the intense mounting pleasure centered on his ass. His muscles relaxed and took the head inside with a pop. God, the feeling of being penetrated….

  Erin climbed into the car and closed the door. She clambered on top of him, facing him. He rocked his hips to deepen the penetration, taking more and more inside. He pushed too hard, yelped, and yanked it back until the pain subsided. His body quickly accommodated the tool inside him, and his own prick went harder with every inch the dildo slid in.

  With a hungry moan, Erin pulled up her skirt, lifted his cock, and sat down hard on it, sucking it into her fiery core. His heart hammered as her eyes closed in bliss, her lips parted on a moan. Having his cock engulfed and his ass invaded was taking him to the biggest explosion he’d ever known.

  Erin lifted and sank on him, then she twisted at the waist, reached down, and grasped the other end of the dildo. He almost cried out as she pulled on it, forcing it to push against his tight passage. She lifted the other head against her own ass, stroking the hole he knew was so sensitive, so made for pleasuring.

  Never had he made love with such an inventive woman.

  Using slow caresses, she teased her bottom while taking his cock deep, then releasing it. Again and again.

  She let the dildo go and bent over until her mouth was against his ear. “Fuck yourself, Michael,” she urged.

  Obeying, he pounded his butt into the car seat, driving the shaft deep inside, thrusting up into her molten core. She rode him fast, teasing herself, curls flying around her face. Death awaited him, but he didn’t care. He was pierced from the back, held in passionate fire at the front, experiencing a wild pleasure he’d never known.

  He drove his fingers into the car seat, felt the fabric tear. Nearing ecstasy, he reared his head back. Felt his fangs rip at his lower lip.

  Pure fire shot through him.

  A searing white light exploded in his brain.

  His body bucked, his head flailed, and he yelled her name.

  Say it, say it, say it.

  Say it.

  I love—

  No.

  His senses returned, and he felt Erin come on him. Heard her agonized cry as he fought not to say the words and let Erin try to free his soul.

  He braced his arms against the seat as Erin jolted wildly on him. She melted all over him in the aftermath, gulping for breath against his chest. “I love you,” she whispered. Her words were soft, fragile, and dissolved into a moan.

  Then she straightened, opened her eyes slowly. “Ooh.” She dropped her head back. “Oooh.” She ground her hips against him; the pressure on his still throbbing cock drew his growl of blissful agony.

  “Oooooh.” She reached out and traced her fingertips through the steam on the window. “Wow, we really did fog them up.”

  Michael saw her write on the mist. Erin and Michael. Then, with a smile, she wrote, below, forever.

  This was his forever—a few more hours of heaven before he completely ceased to exist. With no soul, there was nothing for him beyond this one last night.

  “That was the most erotic sex I can imagine,” Erin breathed. Her shoulders trembled as she shivered. A soft, sated smile played on her lips. “And you really got off. But you didn’t say it.”

  Trapped in the tight space, he tried to shift from beneath her but couldn’t. His cock was still firmly buried inside her, the dildo deep in him. Reaching down, he eased her toy out. “Not yet. Not here. And….”

  He didn’t want to tell her now. But he should. Why wait?

  He wanted a little more time with her. An hour or two.

  Then he would send her away.

  “I wanted to make love to you by the river. There’s a beautiful spot there I love—a lookout.”

  “Okay.” She slid back along his legs, letting her skirt fall over her as she moved.

  “I’ll ride the bike,” he said. “I’ll meet you there.”

  She gave him a glowing smile. “Right. Your fantasy involves the bike.”

  Water lapped gently at the shore. Moonlight shivered across the ripples. The breeze was stronger along the river’s edge, spilling over them like caressing hands. They were both naked, clothes discarded on the sand beside his bike.

  Erin had never expected to be terrified looking at a beautiful full moon.

  She turned from the shore to watch Michael. He stared at the black water as if lost in another world.

  Or, more correctly, another time, she guessed, remembering that he could have died by drowning in a river.

  Erin choked on the lump welling in her throat. Tears burned her eyes, and she tried to blink them away. He’d been a baby—completely helpless. Had he been crying in his mother’s arms, sensing something terrible was about to happen? She couldn’t bear to imagine a baby wailing desperately for a mother’s protective embrace, when that mother planned to …

  It was so horrible.

  To break the spell, to reach him, she walked in front of Michael, her feet sinking in the soft sand. She wrapped her hands around his naked waist, felt the tautness in the muscles of his back. “Let’s go sit on the bike.”

  He embraced her. She felt so adored when captured in his strong arms.

  “Yes, I want to make love to you one last time.”

  Confused, she pulled back against his grip. “Last time?”

  A grim smile touched his perfect mouth. “Maybe I’ve just blown the chance of even that.”

  “What about regaining your soul?” she asked. “About soul mates and our future together?”

  He unhooked her arms from his waist, gently forced her to step back. “I haven’t been totally honest, Erin.”

  Her blood went cold. “You’ve got one last chance to try, Michael.”

  “I just learned from Cymon that the curse has a twist. If we try to break it and fail, we both burn to death. I didn’t know this before tonight.”

  “Both of us?” Astonished, Erin stared at him. What if he wasn’t really in love with her? What if—

  “You told me you couldn’t guarantee you love me, Erin. Be honest. Can you do it now?”

  Was she certain enough to put her life on the line? Was he? He’d bowed his head, and she couldn’t read his expression in the shadows.

  “It doesn’t matter, Erin. I’m not going to let you do it.”

  “What if I want to? Isn’t this my choice to make?” she demanded, heart thumping.

  “Like hell. I refuse to let you sacrifice yourself for me.” He stepped back, away from the water.

  She followed. “You refuse? I don’t think so—”

  He turned and stalked toward the bike. He was so breathtaking with the moonlight highlighting the planes of his back, the lines of his muscles, the curve of his beautiful ass.

  He picked up her dress. “I want you to leave me here, Erin. Go home.”

  She stared at him. “You’re afraid because you aren’t certain that you love me.”

  He shook his head. “I love you so much, but I can’t bear to put you at risk. You must have accepted your love for it to be strong enough to break the curse … but you aren’t sure.”

  The night was beautiful. Was she willing to risk never knowing such a night again? But would any other night—or day—ever seem beautiful if she let Michael die?

  No. The answer was clear, definite.

  Erin ran across the sand to him. He was putting her safety over his own life. He was willing to die to protect her. She
was willing to risk her life to save him. Wasn’t that proof their love was true? Wasn’t it proof they could survive?

  He was stubbornly throwing away his last chance. She wouldn’t let him do it. She reached him and pointed at the inky-black stretch of water behind them. “What if we make love in the river? How could we burn in there?”

  Michael had his butt planted on his bike seat and her clothes and shoes in his hands. He held out her stuff to her. “That would be a technicality. As far as I know, the fire begins on the inside, in the abyss left by the lost soul. And nothing can quench it. Please, love, go—”

  “Michael.”

  A woman’s voice rose from the dark. A sensual voice, elegant and rich, like a treasured musical instrument.

  Erin froze, then jerked her head up. Michael had swung around on the bike so she couldn’t see his face as the woman stepped forward and the shadows fell away from her. Tall and slim, the woman moved with an exacting step, like a model. A long black jacket and trim black pants clung to her lean body, and her breasts were full and prominent in the tight-fitting coat.

  A petulant expression played on the woman’s stunning face.

  “Michael, my love, I’ve searched the world for you, and you cannot even smile for me?”

  “Did you come to watch me die?”

  At Michael’s cool answer, Erin understood. This woman must be Mrs. White. Jealousy stirred Erin’s gut. Physically this woman was a goddess. And she read the woman’s desire plain—as a female, she knew exactly when another woman wanted her man.

  “I came to offer you immortality, Michael, dear.” Mrs. White swept her gaze over Erin. Erin flinched, crossing her arms over her bare breasts. Being naked made her feel exposed and at a distinct disadvantage.

  Mrs. White moved to Michael’s side in the blink of an eye, and she draped one long, slim hand on his shoulder. “Who is the little mortal?”

  “The woman I love,” he answered.

  Erin’s heart soared at his words, at the abrupt way he pushed the woman’s hand aside.

  “Oh?” Mrs. White gave a throaty laugh. “This little human wants to try to break the curse? How sweet. And how stupid.”

  The woman had the charm of a ferret.