The NightMan

by T. L Mitchell

Adriel bent forward, clasping his hands together against his head as he growled against another wave of pain that swept over him. It was the beast every vampire in the house feared that dared to break free. He swore in his heart he would battle the beast. His heart longed to give Caitlin the love of a man who would truly love the very breath which left her body.

  He lifted his head from his hands, and gazed longingly into her beautiful blue eyes. His canines emerged, aching as they pushed their way down through his gums. Fear threatened his mind and heart as he hoped she would not run from him.

  In truth, Caitlin was not afraid. She saw a man before her. A man who was the most handsome and endearing man she had ever known. As Adriel’s eyes lifted to hers, her heart melted. She saw the longing in his eyes, and the plea for help he dared not mutter. Yet she saw a small glimmer of hope linger in those pain stricken black gems. The expression on his face, pleaded, begged for something within her to set him free. She knew he wanted to be released from the torment he endured these lonely years. In her heart, she knew he needed her now more than ever.

  Caitlin drew in a deep breath and moved closer to Adriel. Her hands pressed to the sides of his rugged face. Slowly she leaned forward. Her finger softly traced the outline of his parted lips. Yes, she could clearly see the canines, the signs of the animal which dared to come forth. She could see the helplessness in those black hellish eyes as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Her lips softly grazed against his. A soft growl erupted from deep inside of Adriel‘s throat.

  “You can do this Adriel.” She breathed against his cheek. “I have faith in you.”

  In that moment something changed inside of him. The beast threatened to come forth, but it wasn’t the same as before. His gaze drifted to the window, lingering on the moon. Only a man like Adriel, a wolf-kind, could see the rainbow of colors illuminating around the moon. Another wave of pain ran through him and this time a blistering fire scorched his skin. The very essence of his body shook as the muscles in his body grew.

  Caitlin removed the final remnants of her clothing. His gaze returned to her, and he slowly he savored the beauty of her naked body. He drank in every inch of her soft velvety skin. The desire for her grew deeper and stronger as his very manhood grew in size, ready to feel the heat of her intimate softness.

  It was now or never, she thought as she straddled his lap. With both hands against his face again, she crushed her lips to his.

  Adriel’s heart thundered out of control. His large hands gripped her thighs tightly as he felt her hands grip his shoulders. His own heart pulled, then wavered to a halt. He realized as her tongue gently taunted him, he was one with the beast. In that moment, he realized it was Caitlin who tamed the beast that longed for her love as much as he did.

  Quickly he removed his jeans, as he maintained his position with Caitlin. Another rush of excitement ran through him and the beast, as the warmth of her naked body radiated against his. Caitlin was a brave woman, he thought. She was the first to see him in this state. Slowly he moved Caitlin onto her back. He would take her with care and caution. Tenderly, his finger traced the outline of her jaw. He marveled as her lips parted and her pulse raced. He listened to the rapidly beating rhythm of her heart and smiled. His lips touched hers again, grazing them cautiously. He savored the moment when her fingers trailed up the length of his strong arms. The arms that held and embraced her in the warmth of love she needed.

  Awkwardly, her legs pressed against his thighs. She could feel him, the hardness of his manhood as it pressed against the softness inside of her. Caitlin’s pulse raced as she anxiously waited for the final moment. She felt safe in his arms and never underestimated their strength.

  “This will hurt.” His eyes locked onto hers.

  “It’s okay.” Her voice was soft. “I trust you.”

  Adriel inhaled a deep breath. He wished there was some other way to do this. He stopped abruptly as he entered her, feeling the softness of her tightness closing around him. His heart sank, he hated the thought he would hurt her even for a moment. There was no doubt in his mind her body was ready to accept him. He knew he would hurt her, but there was no way around it. He moved slowly and hoped her body would give into his. The muscles in his jaws clenched as he moved, stroking the very essence of her one inch at a time. She was so silky and warm. The overwhelming feeling of excitement swept over him. Then he felt it, the barrier he must cross. He paused, his heart breaking from the pain he would place upon her. Only for a moment he promised himself and never again shall she feel such pain.

  Caitlin quivered in excitement. “Do it!” she growled. Her hands gripped tightly to the muscular arms, and her fingernails sank into his skin.

  Adriel trembled as the pressure of her fingers tightened around his arms. He pushed himself forward into the warmth of her body. He heard her gasp, and he froze as he stared down into her widened eyes. He leaned forward and consumed her mouth with his. Aggressively he took her mouth until he heard the soft moans releasing from her throat. As gently as he could he entered her completely. Another wave of pain shot through him. The jolt electrified every nerve in his body. He tore away from her lips. His head buried into the pillow as another growl erupted.

  Caitlin knew Adriel was in trouble. A fiery flame ignited inside of her veins, kissing her skin with the hot rush of desire. The instant spark of excitement and expectation ran through her. He was what she wanted and he was almost there. Her body ached to feel him stoke the inside of her. She wanted every inch of him. She shifted underneath him, positioning herself for all he had to offer. The softness of her fingers clasped around his hips. Caitlin raised her own body against his. The pain she felt was tolerable, but she remained still for a moment until the shock wore off.

  Adriel lifted his head immediately. The warmth and smoothness of her body surrounded him. He couldn’t stop himself. He moved, stroking the silky softness inside of her. Her soft blond hair fanned out around her head. His hand slid under her back, cradling it gently as she arched herself to him. She was beautiful, he marveled. His Caitlin.

  To his surprise, her body yielded to his, taking in every inch he had to offer. Deeper he drove inside of her, filling her with every desire he had. He gave her everything that was his. He marveled again at the way her body responded to his. The more he gave, the more she wanted. Joy filled his heart as she moaned softly. The soft cries and moans grew louder as he continued to bring her to ecstasy. His own pain subsided, as well as the beast. For the first time in his life the beast bowed down to a woman. And that woman was Caitlin.

  Caitlin felt more alive than she had ever felt. The feeling of him inside of her as he stroked deeply into her very wet existence left her helpless. The moment of pain she felt was replaced by immeasurable pleasure. She wanted more of this man. She wanted more of the beast that dwelled inside of him.

  A breath escaped Caitlin as Adriel’s mouth bore down on her breast. Gently his teeth clasped around her swollen tips. Delicately, he teased the hard pink tip with his tongue. Excitement ran through him as her hands gripped his hips, her fingernails dug deeply into the tightly muscled buttocks. A throaty growl erupted from him when he felt her body move against his. He tried to focus on control, but she did a good job to unravel him.

  “Harder!” She cried as her body squirmed underneath him.

  His dark heavy eyebrows rose. “Caitlin?”

  Caitlin’s fingers dug into his arms, her fingernails pierced into his flesh. The smell of her virgin blood swirled around his senses. Her body slammed up to meet his. Adriel’s mind swirled with pleasure. For once in his life, he had found his soul mate! Caitlin was truly his.

  “Harder.” She cried out again.

  Finally he gave into the passion which raged inside of him. Shifting again, he pulled her hips tighter against his. His mind slipped away.

  Heat flamed over Caitlin again, and her fevered body trembled. Her mouth opened only to find his again, covering the cries as she exploded inside.


  Adriel’s body tensed. It was now or never, he thought. The pressure built inside of him as her body tightened around him. He fought hard with her, pulling himself out of her only to thrust harder and deeper inside. She came as a rush fell over him and he exploded wildly inside of her. It was over, and he knew what was next.

  The beautiful blue eyes gleamed with pleasure as Caitlin looked lovingly into his face. Adriel marveled at her beauty once again. He leaned forward and softly took her lips with his. His heart leaped in joy. He knew in that moment Caitlin loved him more than he ever imagined.

  Adriel lay helpless in Caitlin’s loving arms. His strong arms encamped around her, sheltering her in the warmth of his hot body. He had never seen such pleasure in one woman’s eyes. She truly desired him. He waited, giving her a moment to allow her breathing to return back to normal before he spoke.

  “Adriel?” Caitlin spoke softly. “I have one question for you.”

  “What is that my love?” His deep voice rumbled softly.

  “Why do they call you the NightMan?”

  Adriel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, he knew it was time she knew the truth. If she truly was what the legends proclaimed, then she would end his torture. He had to trust his heart.

  “Many years ago, my people were a race that was feared by many. We were not harmful creatures. Only to those who attacked us. We lived quietly and peacefully amongst the humans.

  “It wasn’t until someone who was involved with one of us found out the truth. Lillian, an ancestor of mine fell in love with one of the local villagers. He was a young and handsome man named Tiberius, from what I was told.” Adriel shifted again as he felt Caitlin’s hips wiggling against his, snuggling herself closer to him.

  “Lillian kept the secret hidden from Tiberius for as long as she could. She was warned about falling in love with humans. The relationships always ended badly. I suppose they were not too surprised when Tiberius proposed to Lillian, swearing his love to her for eternity. She didn’t realize his promise would soon be broken.

  “When Lillian told Tiberius the truth of what she really was he was mortified. He quickly dismissed Lillian and their love affair ended abruptly. It wasn’t long before he went to the village locals and proclaimed her as a witch. He had witnessed first-hand her evil spell.

  “Lillian’s father was outraged when a group of crazed villagers and local farmers came looking for her. He hid his daughters deep in a mountain cave and promised he would take care of it.

  “It was a full moon that night. The three sisters huddled inside of a cave not knowing whether or not their father would return. Lillian was distraught and was not thinking when she left her two sisters to find her father.

  “The crazed group of villagers was not willing to hear her father’s story. They proclaimed him a witch as well, captured him and tied him to stake. If he wouldn’t tell him the location of his daughters then they were going to burn him alive.

  “The father refused and it was Dorian who saved his life that dreadful night. Dorian’s coven killed the entire group with the exception of the young man who was Lillian’s lover. He saved him for last and drained him dry of blood before he tore his body from limb to limb.

  “The father revealed the truth to Dorian the only way he knew how. The family’s secret. Dorian was amused when he saw the father change into a wolf before his eyes. He knew the benefits of such creatures. Dorian named us NightMen because we could change into wolves.” Adriel released another sigh as he waited for Caitlin to run screaming out of the room.

  His expectations were high. There was no screaming. No one ran for the door. As a matter of fact, Caitlin remained perfectly still.

  “My love?” Adriel’s heart was in his throat.

  Caitlin shifted and turned on her side to face him. The amulet slid slightly over her left breast as she braced herself on her elbow. Inside, her heart broke for him over the years of torment and loneliness he must have suffered. Tears welled behind those blue eyes. Slowly the tears fell, one by one and drifted aimlessly down her check. A single tear drop fell onto the blood red ruby in the center of the necklace.

  “Adriel, I’m so sorry.”

  Adriel watched the tear drop fall onto the necklace. He picked up the cross and held it up. His finger ran over the wet spot where the tear had landed. Under the slightest pressure the vial of blood shattered. The tiny shards of glass and blood pierced his skin.

  Caitlin’s eyes widened with fear, as a deep revelation snapped inside of her. In that moment, she remembered something her father had told her. It was beyond the initial statement of never removing the necklace.

  “My father told me something before he died. He said whomever my heart longed for would shatter the curse of my family and I would be set free. The vial would break and the blood of life would be spilled. By the hands of my one true love I would be set free.” Her tears continued to fall as she looked deeply into those dark hellish eyes.

  Chapter 7

  Dorian pulled his head back from the neck of the beauty he had acquired only an hour ago. A single drop of blood ran down from the corner of his mouth as he turned to Alessandra. She had decided to take her favorite spot to feed, inside the groin area. The blood was more flavorful there and satisfying. He held no regrets over the damage he inflicted on this human. The mess he left behind, he knew Alessandra didn’t mind cleaning up.

  “Enough,” Dorian stated firmly.

  The young woman lay on her back, her breath shallow and her heart barely beat from the lack of blood. She would die soon, and it was not good to take the last ounce of blood, he thought. It never tasted the same anyway. Dorian watched as Alessandra’s head rose from between the girl’s legs. Her pale hand lifted to her face to wipe away the red crimson blood.

  Dorian was satisfied at the moment. However he knew Alessandra wanted more. She always wanted more. His hand ran down the length of his stomach. The pale fingers grasped his erection, well he could take her now before she marked Caitlin, he thought. He wanted to make sure there were no mishaps.

  Dorian’s green eyes smoldered as he moved swiftly to Alessandra. With a blurry motion, his hands clasped onto her pearlescent thighs. He lifted her to his waist where she wrapped her slender legs around his hips. He would take her like he wanted. He entered her long and hard, slamming her back against the far wall.

  Alessandra released a hiss and bared her fangs. A low and throaty laugh escaped him as he thrust himself deeper into her body. She had no choice but to take him. His eyes narrowed when she tried to move. He knew she would try to bite him. This he could not have. Her mouth moved closer to him, but not fast enough as he grabbed her neck with his hand. His fingers applied more pressure to her neck while she struggled to free herself.

  Again, Dorian thrust harder inside of her until the breath released from her lungs. She may be a vampire, he thought, but she still felt good. He enjoyed the warmth the humans provided. But all in all he admitted he enjoyed the feeling of Alessandra. After all of their years together, her body molded to his with ease. He fit perfectly inside of her. It didn’t matter to him how many men she had, they were still no comparison to him. He released another laugh, watching her tight breasts bounce against his thrusting.

  Dorian’s eyes traveled from her breasts down to her mid-section. She did have a very appealing body. Slim, toned and beautifully shaped breasts despite her pale features. Her blood thirsty red eyes were once a dark brown, but that was before he had turned her.

  Dorian thought back to that moment when he first met Alessandra. It was shortly after he acquired Caitlin. Dorian’s discovery of the curse had left him in a discomforting frenzy. He went into town to take out his frustrations on someone. Any whore would do at that point.

  The dirt roads of the little town were often dark and lonely. After dark, the only few people who remained were found at the local tavern. A tavern where Dorian visited only when he needed something more than what the local hunting provided. It was not g
ood to stay in one place very long, for a vampire anyway.

  Most people in the little town didn’t know Dorian’s true identity. However, the locals still carried the gossip and many questions arose as to Dorian’s dark demeanor and presence.

  Dorian made his way through the dark night to the tavern. He was more or less bored and needed something to entertain himself. His coven remained behind as he strolled into the little pub.

  The local music played loudly, laughter and voices filled the air. Once inside, the smell of whiskey and malt brew was strong. The scents of human nonsense, Dorian thought as he found a shadow hidden table in the corner of the small place.

  Then he saw her, a beautiful woman who reminded him of Caitlin. He glanced down to his hand. It reminded him of what happened that night. In his haste to remove the necklace from Caitlin he didn’t think the burn from the cross was going to be as bad. His eyes flicked up to the beauty that moved in his direction. His fist tightly closed and he forced out a warm smile to her.

  “What will it be tonight?” Her voice was charming.

  “Whiskey.” Dorian smiled broadly. He watched the red color flush her checks.

  “Whisky it is. And what would you be having after your whiskey?”

  Ah - yes, you my dear, Dorian thought as he leaned forward towards the girl.

  “Well, that is a bold proposition,” he stated fully aware the tavern served no food.

  “Times are tough and tips are harder these days. My mother is ill, so every penny counts.” Her voice denoted a hint of pain.

  Dorian eased back in his chair and brought his hand to his chin. Yes, this may just work, he thought.

  “Bring me my whisky and I’ll make you a proposition of a lifetime. I promise you will never have to worry about money or a sick mother again.”

  Alessandra did as Dorian asked. She brought him his whiskey and lingered with him a few minutes for a brief conversation. Dorian didn’t reveal to her the truth of what he was, not until long after she agreed to go back to his home.