Nocturnal Surrender (The Nocturnal Surrender Series)

by Pearl, Lorraine

  After Bastian, she somehow learned to ignore the sanguinarians’ abnormal behaviors. But now it freaked her out all over again. Part of her wanted to pull away and tell him to leave. Only problem was she knew him well enough to like him in spite of everything.

  And being so close to him was warm and comforting, especially if she didn’t look at the contacts and fangs.

  She needed more time to wrap her mind around his lifestyle, to become comfortable with it instead of pretending it wasn’t a big deal. “I can’t lie to you and say I understand any of this. You have to get how weird it is, don’t you? You have to know it’s going to take a while for me to be okay with the way you live.”

  He nodded and his full lips met hers, brushing softly at first, and then pressing harder. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and pulled her body tight against his. She moaned and clamped her leg snug around him. She would find a way to come to terms with who he was and what he did. There was no choice. She wanted him in her life permanently.

  Fifteen

  Relief washed over Bastian when Nicole surrendered again. For a minute, he had feared she would pull away, possibly turn her back on him, even without knowing the whole truth. He obviously needed to wait longer before telling her his secret. Not that he’d considered doing it yet, anyway.

  In the meantime, he could enjoy their budding relationship—or whatever it was—and handle the issues with Rosenbaum.

  When Nicole’s tongue swept into his mouth, all thoughts of revenge fled. With her leg holding him tight, her soft body against his, he was instantly hard again.

  As much as he had wanted her to pay for making him squirm outside the elevator, he couldn’t bring himself to torture his angel, not even to play with her. He would much rather make love to her—to satisfy her completely until she fell asleep exhausted in his arms.

  He eased her on her back, his body remaining locked to hers, while continuing their passionate kiss. Her hands slid under his shirt and her nails dug into his back. Slowly, he moved away from her lips, trailing kisses down her delicate chin, then lower along her neck. He scraped his fangs gently against her skin. Not enough pressure to draw blood, but enough to stimulate her desire.

  She wrapped her legs around him and moaned, arching into him. “God, I love it when you do that.”

  Bastian rose slightly so she could see his grin. “I know,” was all he said before returning his attention to her receptive body.

  His fangs ached to sink in deep. He longed to taste her sweet essence, her lifeblood, her soul, but he held back. He wanted her to know he desired her, not her blood.

  My beautiful angel.

  He trailed his lips lower, down her collarbone, sweeping along her cleavage and eventually stopping to mouth her nipple through her thin shirt. She moaned and grabbed his hair, pressing his head to her breast. He sucked harder through the fabric as her nipple budded erect under his ministrations.

  “Oh god, Bastian. You’re driving me crazy.” She writhed beneath him.

  She hadn’t needed to tell him. He felt her longing as if it were coursing through his veins, sending a throbbing need straight to his groin. It took all his strength to keep from biting her breast through her clothing. If he tasted even a drop of her blood, he’d come immediately. She drove him crazy, too.

  Before he gave in to temptation, he moved farther downward, easing her shirt up to expose her stomach. He feathered kisses over her, gliding his tongue along the skin at the waistband of her skirt. She shuddered, and he moved lower still. Her fingers slipped away from his head and she arched her hips up as if begging him to kiss her delicious pussy.

  He pushed up her skirt, giving him complete access to her lace panties. Clasping her legs, he dipped his head and mouthed her through the material. She seemed to enjoy the feel of him through her clothing because she writhed again, grinding her clit against his mouth.

  One of his fangs snagged the lace as she moved and it slipped inside, grazing her swollen flesh. She moaned and arched into him until his fangs pressed hard against her.

  His cock ached in his jeans. I can’t bear any more.

  He bit through the lace, and her body jerked in response. She pulled in a quick breath and let it out on a sensual moan. He groaned as he sucked in her blood, but he stopped drinking before he pushed himself over the edge. He’d rather wait until he was buried inside her before he came.

  Bastian released her from his fangs, slipped his fingers inside her panties, and eased the lacey material down far enough for his tongue to play over her clit.

  She jumped and her breathing hitched. “Please, Bastian. Come up here. I can’t take this. I need you inside me.”

  Quickly, he licked lower as he pulled her panties farther down, then he glided his tongue up again until he stopped to suck at her clit. He repeated the motion a few more times and she shouted his name. Hell, at this rate, they would both explode the minute he slid into her.

  He crawled back up her body, and she grabbed his shirt then yanked it over his head. Following her lead, he unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her luscious breasts. He loved it when she didn’t wear a bra. Just as he swooped down to suck in a nipple, she tugged at his hair, urging him to her mouth.

  He kissed her deep, his fangs piercing her plump lips ever so slightly. She moaned into his mouth, and slipped her hand between their bodies, rubbing his erection through his jeans. Before long, she undid his button and zipper. Her delicate fingers squeezed into the confined space and took hold of his engorged cock. He shuddered, groaned, and moved to free himself from his pants.

  Nicole stroked him gently at first, then with more force and speed, her soft hand making his cock jump with each pump. He braced himself on the mattress, palms flat at her sides. She leaned up and licked his lips until he parted them for her. Her tongue darted inside his mouth, gliding over his fangs and sending a shiver through him. His balls tightened. He had to stop her or he would come any second.

  He shifted again, moving out of her reach. His shaft fell free of her grasp just in time. He urgently removed her panties the rest of the way, followed by her skirt, and then eased his body back atop hers. Reaching down, he adjusted his cock, positioning to glide into her.

  Instead of plunging in, he rubbed it up and down along her slit, her warmth so enticing. She found his mouth again and their tongues fought for supremacy as mounting desire pulsated between them, her yearning as tangible to him as his own. It only served to heighten his.

  I wish she could feel mine.

  Unable to hold out any longer, he inched his cock in at first, and then drove into her fully. She gasped into his mouth as the muscles in her core clamped tight around him. He had no idea how long he could wait, but he would pleasure her before releasing himself.

  He took his time, drawing out his thrusts so he could last longer, but then he took her faster. His cock ached from holding back, and the way her body trembled and her pussy pulsed around him let him know she was near the edge. Her hips rose and fell at a blistering pace, matching his, letting him know the lovemaking was over and it was time to get a little rough. He obliged, pounding into her repeatedly as their skin slapped and they devoured each other’s mouths.

  Hoping to push her farther into oblivion, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and held it firm. She had asked for it earlier, and he would damn sure give it to her. Her response was almost immediate as she grew wetter by the second. He moaned in response to her slick heat.

  When her muscles tightened around his cock, he pushed in deeper and faster, until she dug her nails into his back and broke away from their kiss, screaming his name as she came.

  He dipped his head to her neck, bit down, and his own orgasm ripped through him as he drank in her sweet essence.

  After a moment, he released her neck and slowed his thrusts, easing in and out until their climaxes subsided. Even though it had mostly been hot sex, in his heart it felt as though he had made love to her the entire time.

  He had claimed her.


  She was his now.

  Epilogue

  Two months had passed since Bastian started bartending at Nocturnal Surrender, and Rosenbaum usually showed up twice a week—always with a new mortal woman. But tonight, something was different. The blonde beauty the bastard fed upon appeared to be special.

  Bastian waited on customers, though his attention didn’t stray far from the ex-Enforcer’s booth. He hoped this might be the break he’d been waiting for. Had he already found the woman Rosenbaum cared about?

  Whatever feelings the other vampire had for her could never compare to the love Bastian had showered upon his Elise, but he doubted the cocksucker was capable of emotions that ran so deep—unless they were for himself.

  Occasional glances at the couple confirmed Bastian’s suspicions. Rosenbaum stroked her hand, played with her hair, and caressed her cheek. He’d never done those things with the women he drank from before. The compassion in his eyes tonight didn’t exist for the others. His laughter and smiles were genuine with this one, not the normal pretentious act. His underlying arrogance never reared its head.

  Bastian took it all in, and then delved into the woman’s mind to find her name was Stephanie Taylor. To his surprise, Miss Taylor made a living as a psychologist, unlike the hookers and trash Rosenbaum typically dined on. A feed and a fuck all in one, but not with her. Stephanie had allowed him to drink from her sporadically for years, and they hadn’t slept together. Odd, although this revelation did prove her importance to the ex-Enforcer.

  Echoes of her therapy sessions played through her mind—kind words of reassurance she’d spoken, along with the grateful responses of her patients. She was a good person at heart. Empathy radiated from her. No wonder she had captured Rosenbaum’s attention.

  Such a shame she’ll have to die.

  Bastian ached to exact his revenge but vowed to do this smart. He’d find a way to justify his actions so he didn’t break the Elders’ Code. No more reacting without thinking. His rash decisions had cost him too much in the past. He had finally started to rebuild his life, and he had a chance at gaining Donovan’s trust. Besides, he couldn’t go back into exile now that he was seeing Nicole. Although they had only been together for a short time, he’d already felt her emerging love. Nothing was worth jeopardizing their relationship.

  Slow and steady, that’s the way he’d do this. Methodically, just like stalking prey. Only this victim was meant for vengeance.

  He would tear out Rosenbaum’s heart, let him know how it feels to have someone he loves killed before his eyes. To watch helplessly.

  Until the day he could retaliate, Bastian had come up with a way to get his point across without rousing suspicion.

  When it was time for his break, Bastian nodded to the band on the small stage at the front of the room. They’d finished their set only seconds earlier, right on schedule.

  Nate, the lead singer, pointed to Bastian, smiled, and then addressed the patrons. “Okay everyone, we’ve got a special treat for you tonight. I’m gonna sit this one out—” The room erupted in boos, but Nate continued. “Calm down. I promise you’ll love this. It’s my pleasure to welcome a good friend of mine, and your bartender, to the stage. Give it up for Bastian Evanko!”

  Bastian’s heart raced as he walked up to Nate and took the microphone. He’d rehearsed with the group a few times but hadn’t performed in front of an audience for decades. Back in the ‘80s, actually, on one of the rare occasions he had dared to venture out into humanity, rebelling against his sentence from the Elders. Thankfully, no one had ever found out.

  He cringed at the thought of all the makeup, hairspray, and spandex. And that was the men. The memory of himself primped like the boys from Poison made him chuckle, and calmed his nerves a little.

  The spotlight burned his sensitive eyes, but after a moment he adjusted to its intensity and turned to give the band a grin. The amplifiers hummed in the background. People cheered and clapped, some even yelled his name—live entertainment brought the typically sedate crowd to life once a week.

  Bastian did his best to keep his voice steady when he spoke. “Thank you. I want to sing you this little ditty I wrote called Devil Inside. It’s all about love, hate, and…retribution!”

  Shouts filled the air, electric guitars roared to life, and the double bass drum fired like a machine gun, drowning out the erratic beating of Bastian’s heart.

  Don’t forget the lyrics. Don’t forget the lyrics.

  He had a message to deliver, so screwing this up was not an option.

  Glowering at Rosenbaum, he took a deep breath, and sang,

  You put me through a lifetime of hell

  Kept me locked up inside your torture cell

  Isolation and desperation from love denied

  There was no safe place left for me to hide

  You used me, abused me, twisted the knife

  I don’t know how I escaped with my life

  Years of agony, years of pain…pain…pain

  I won’t stop until you feel the same…same

  Pain turned to anger then to venom for me to spew

  Now don’t be surprised when my devil inside comes for you

  Yeah don’t be surprised when my devil inside guns for you

  What you see in my eyes, that you despise, is because of you

  What I am inside, full of hatred and lies, it’s all from you

  So don’t be surprised when my devil inside

  Guns for you…guns for you…guns for you

  Fuck you too

  Quickly, before the next verse, Bastian glanced over to see Rosenbaum’s rigid posture and look of apparent disgust.

  Good, it’s working.

  His break only lasted a few seconds before he jumped back into the song.

  Now it’s my turn to put you through hell

  And lock you up for life inside my torture cell

  Your happiness and freedom will be denied

  There’ll be no safe place left for you to hide

  I’ll use you, abuse you, and twist the knife

  No way in hell will you escape with your life

  Years of agony, years of pain…pain…pain

  I won’t stop and I’ll feel no shame…shame

  Pain turned to anger then to venom for me to spew…

  Bastian growled his way through the chorus two more times, all the while feeding off the energy of the rowdy crowd. He chose to ignore his target now, hoping it would eat at the son of a bitch. Head banging and hair flying, he launched into the final lines with as much rasp and sinister tone as inhumanly possible.

  Now I’m comin’ for you

  Yeah I’m gunnin’ for you

  Now I’m comin’ for you

  Yeah I’m gunnin’ for you

  FUCK YOU TOO!

  By the time he’d finished, Bastian had the people in the club worked into a frenzy. They’d been fist pumping throughout the entire song and now begged for more, chanting his name like he was a rock god. Sure there were only about a hundred of them, but they still held a Bastian Evanko love fest, and he let the positive energy in the room encompass him.

  Every hair on his body stood at attention and warmth flooded him. “Thank you. I’d like to do some of my other songs for you, but unfortunately, that was the only one we’ve rehearsed and…I do have to work. Maybe another time.”

  Pats on his back came from his friends in the band, and before he exited the stage area, Nate rushed in and did the same.

  “You fuckin’ rocked, Baz. They loved you, man. I told you it’d be awesome.” Nate’s smile stretched like the Joker’s.

  Bastian waved to the crowd then turned to Nate. “Yeah, this is definitely something I could get used to.” If only the Elders weren’t watching my every move.

  As he walked to the bar, he couldn’t help but grin when he noticed Rosenbaum glaring at him. He’d obviously gotten under the other vampire’s skin, possibly rattled his nerves a bit. He might even have the bastard watchi
ng over his shoulder.

  Message successfully delivered.

  Round one went to Bastian. Now he had to prepare for round two.

  About the Author

  Lorraine Pearl writes erotic paranormal romance stories with sexy vampires in them. She is currently working on The Nocturnal Surrender Series. Her love of vampires began years ago when she first read Anne Rice’s books. Since then, she has enjoyed reading and watching as many vampire stories as possible.

  She loves to read paranormal romance novels, and anything with vampires in it. Vampire movies and TV shows are also favorites. Although many are tired of vamps already, she’s enjoyed them since before they became popular and will continue to enjoy them for a long time to come. She hopes others feel the same since she prefers to write vampire stories.

  For more information, please visit her website at:

  http://lorrainepearl.com/

  A quick note from Lorraine

  Thank you for reading Nocturnal Surrender. I Hope you enjoyed it. Don’t worry, Bastian will be back…first in another novelette of his own, and then to wreak havoc on the lives of the other couples in this series. The final book in the series will focus on Bastian again. Will he have grown? Will he get the respect and love he’s seeking? Will he have his retribution? To find out the answers to these questions and more…

  Don’t miss The Nocturnal Surrender Series.

  Keep reading for more information.

  About the Series

  Lansford, Pennsylvania is the Sin City of the East. No wonder it’s become a hot spot for vampires. With the sanguinarian nightclub, Nocturnal Surrender, run by one of their own, they can easily sate their hunger without divulging the secret of their existence—and without leaving a trail of dead bodies behind them.

  That hasn’t stopped the Hunters from trying to find a way to eradicate these creatures. The game of cat and mouse has gone high-tech, and biological warfare is on the horizon. What will happen when the battle between mortals and immortals threatens to expose vampires—to all of humanity—for the murderers they truly are?