My Vampire Lover

by Brenda Steele

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  My Vampire Lover

  All rights reserved. Copyright © December 2007 Brenda Steele

  Cover Art Copyright © December 2007 Yvette A. Lynn

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

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  Chapter One

  My life could not be more perfect. My abusive spendthrift husband had conveniently died of heart disease before he managed to kill me or maim me for life. I lived in a small town, in a cozy little cottage and I made a livable income managing a produce shop for a local farmer. With these little niceties in place, life couldn't get any better. Or so I thought up until it got even better.

  Then all was right in the world of Jenna Cunningham because she, that is me, had a secret vampire lover. The very fact that no one in Littleton knew of Gavin's existence was a feat in and of itself. Mrs. Landry knew I'd purchased color to die my roots to match the glorious chestnut mane I kept long because my lover preferred it that way. Mr. Nole had seen the entire incident when his oldest son pinched my behind as he helped me unload my wagon for the shop.

  With all that my nosy neighbors knew of my comings and goings, it was amazing to me that none of them knew that Gavin visited me three, and if I was lucky, four times a week. In the middle of the night, he flew in my window to satisfy my every sexual fantasy.

  The first time I met Gavin was when Mrs. Landry and I had driven into the next larger town to check out the new supermart they built there. We'd started out late to begin with and when the sun sank in the sky, I still couldn't drag my shop-happy landlady out of the store. So I had wandered around aimlessly, finally stopping at a magazine wrack.

  Just as an article entitled, How to Get Your Man To Go Down On You More Often, caught my eye—it being a shocking subject to reach our virginal town—my gaze drifted to the tall stranger at the end of the row. I was thinking with that build, that height and that thick rope-like ponytail on his back, I would be willing to learn what I needed to, to get him to go down on me.

  As I stood drinking in this god among men, wetness gathered in my panties. He was wearing black leather pants that molded to his strong hips and muscled thighs, a burgundy sweater open at the throat and black gloves over his hands. I should have thought he was up to no good, maybe not wanting to get his fingerprints on anything before he robbed the place. But when he turned toward me and I got the full force of those celadon eyes, it was like something came down over me.

  I could not tell you how, but suddenly I found myself inches from him, breathing in his scent of sandalwood. If I could get my head clear, I would have apologized for panting over him like that. After all, it had been a long time since I'd had sex, a year, two days and three hours to be exact. But the stranger simply smiled down at me.

  "Hello.” The deep rumble of his voice had me quivering.

  "I...” If only something clever would come to mind. I was thinking I could introduce myself, make conversation. Damn, it had been much longer since I'd tried picking up a man. But my lover-to-be didn't require me to be clever, and making conversation wasn't what he wanted.

  He stared down at me with a serious expression on his face. “Tell me, what do I need to do to get into your bed?"

  Wow, blunt. I blinked, then took a step back. “Probably be a little more subtle, get to know a girl first. Take her to dinner."

  "My desires do no allow for such delays. I am Gavin.” With that he reached out to me and drew me into his arms.

  I gasped, fighting against him. And then I went still because the man had gone hard. His cock was stiff against my stomach, and damn it if I wasn't on fire. “Take your hands off me,” I demanded a little too weakly.

  He laughed and lowered his head so that he would not be overheard. “You know, I have always had a fantasy of having sex inside a store. What do you say ... uh...?"

  Pressing my lips together and holding my hands tight against my chest, I thought I'd wait him out. He would get the message. But I didn't know Gavin at the time. You see, it took me quite a bit of convincing to make the man understand that I did value my privacy and no, I did not want him to make me cum in the magazine aisle.

  That didn't stop him from trying. “I have a special skill, beautiful. One that allows me to sense what another person is feeling. And you know what it's telling me?” He paused, but he would be old and grey before I gave him an answer. Realizing that, he continued. “My sense is telling me that your little pussy is in need of my other skill."

  At that point, I nearly fainted. Gavin followed his bold words with a demonstration. He slid his hand down across my hip and around to my thigh. Starting as low as he could, he stroked straight up my inner thigh until he found my warm spot. His strong fingers worked me so roughly and so expertly, I was moaning against his chest. “Stop,” I gasped.

  "Tell me your name,” he demanded.

  I couldn't believe he was coercing me into telling him my name by bringing me to an orgasm. Damn, if every blackmailer worked that way. I held out a little longer, for a few more strokes, before I told him. “Okay, it's Jenna. Now please don't. Not here."

  The excitement in his eyes was plain. “Your home then?"

  "No way.” I shook my head while extricating myself from his inviting arms. Just inches from him, I felt alone and cold. “Look, you're hot and everything, but I don't just jump into bed with a man I've just met. Now, if you'll excuse me, Mrs. Landry must be ready to go."

  And with as much dignity as a woman with drenched panties could move, I walked away from him.

  All the while, I wanted to pivot on my heel and hurtle myself into his arms, begging for him to make me cum right there in front of that shocking article in the women's magazine. And I was betting anything, I wouldn't have to use the techniques listed to get him to go down on me. The knowledge set me aflame.

  Chapter Two

  "Gavin.” His name tripped from my lips, and thoughts of being pressed against his hard body marched through my mind. I was royally screwed for normalcy by three days after I'd met him. That night after tossing and turning in bed, dreaming of Gavin bringing me to a screaming orgasm with his fingers alone, I finally jumped from my bed and headed for the shower.

  Grumbling at how he screwed up my serenity, I stepped from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and pulling my hair up into its customary bun at the back of my head.

  "Don't do that."

  I screamed and jumped at seeing a man standing just inside the French doors that led to my balcony. I knew immediately that it was Gavin and hated that my heart raced and my shower-cooled body heated up again.

  "Get out of here, Gavin. You have no right to break into my home."

  He chuckled, “So you remember me. I'm flattered."

  "Don't be."

  I would have thought he would offer a good comeback or even say something to make me cream the top of my thighs, but he stood silently with the light of the moon behind him, blocking the expression on his face. Then he put out a hand in my direction and I felt a force p
ull me toward him. Fear gripped me when I couldn't pull away. I began to realize it was the same thing that happened in the store when I first saw him.

  His already deep voice dropped several octaves, and some trick of the light emphasized his liquid green eyes. They burned into mine, hypnotizing me to stand still before him. “Your body calls out to me,” he said on a moan. “I can smell your heady sweetness, and crave to taste it."

  On a sharp intake of breath at his words, I trembled. I couldn't pull away or even produce a rational thought. Images of him doing just what he had implied ran through my mind. My lids became droopy and my head dipped back though I fought to keep it upright. “Please,” I begged.

  "Please what?"

  I tried again. “Gavin, please..."

  He lifted a hand again and this time my towel unwrapped from my body and slipped to the floor. Raising his hand higher toward my head, he caused my bun to fall without touching my hair.

  "What are you?” I managed.

  He smiled. “It would frighten you to know."

  Right then it may have seemed that Gavin was forcing me to be intimate with him, but every move he made, even his imprisoning me with his otherworldly power was such a turn on, I was sure one real touch from him would send me into climax.

  My dead husband had been a lousy lover. He'd been all about getting what he wanted, as quickly as possible. He had never caressed me, used his fingers or his mouth to bring me to orgasm. So when Gavin held me against him in that store, using his fingers through my jeans, all I could do was relive it over and over. Dreaming of what it would be like to having this man make me explode.

  I wanted Gavin. So badly I could have dropped to my knees and pleaded to be satisfied. And the thing that angered me was that he, the arrogant man that he was, would not mind such a thing. Still, it frightened me wondering what he was.

  "Tell me or we won't be intimate.” I didn't know before I blurted that out, that we would make love. I just wanted to regain something of my independence.

  He laughed. “Do you really think you can resist, Jenna?"

  A tremor went through me at his use of my name. “Yes."

  The eyes holding me hostage narrowed. “Let's test it, shall we?"

  Before I could protest or defend myself, my lover dropped to his knees. I gasped. It was as if he'd humbled himself before me. Suddenly, our roles were reversed and I was the master and he the slave. Or so, I wanted to think. Because as soon as he pressed his mouth between my legs, I belonged to him, body and soul.

  His tongue snaked out to lap at my flowing juices, and I crumpled. He held firm hold of my ass, drilling me into the hungry feasting of his mouth. His teeth grazed my distended clit, and I was almost singing my delight. In the moonlight, he parted my folds and pierced me with his tongue. I whimpered and ground against his mouth, feeling the onset of my orgasm.

  When he pulled back, I nearly cried. “You have a piercing,” he said in wonder.

  I shuddered, “Yes, but I need..."

  A grin spread across his face, a brow flicking upward. “Yes?"

  Who was I kidding? “I need you not to stop."

  Gavin gathered me in his arms and carried me to my bed. When he laid me down, I was somewhat concerned that he might not continue what he had been doing to please my body, but he reassured me.

  "Don't worry.” He kissed first one inner thigh, and then the other. “I will pleasure your luscious body until you cum for me as many times as I demand."

  Oh yes, let him demand! my mind screamed.

  He sat up from my dripping pussy and entered two fingers in me while he watched me. I didn't want him to see me screw up my face while I wrestled with my climax, so I put a hand over my mouth and nose. Never missing a stroke as he massaged my aching clit, he waved his other hand and my arms fell to my sides.

  "Gavin, please..."

  "Cum for me while I watch.” It was a simple command, one my body was determined to obey. My hips rocked toward his hand when he entered another finger in me. His thumb sent my nub into overdrive. I moaned and bucked and silently pleaded for my body not to cum, but to feel this incredible sensation of build up, every second, every minute for the rest of my life.

  But there was no holding back. The pleasure of my new lover's hands, his soft-spoken words of encouragement and gentle caresses of my erect nipples had me exploding in his hand. Tears filled my eyes, I cried out and bucked so wildly, Gavin had to hold me down. Coil after coil of exquisite bliss rolled over my body, from the point of contact from his hand to my toes and up to my head.

  When my hands were freed, I sat up and threw myself against him. His arms encircled me and we kissed. I wanted to climb inside him, to become one with this man who could make my body sing. Braiding my tongue with his, I sucked on his lips, wanting him to stay, needing him to stay.

  He knew my desires. “I will be here until morning. Lie back, my darling, and let me take you to heights you only dreamed of."

  Chapter Three

  Oh my gosh. Stupid, stupid me. I lusted over him. I needed him. I couldn't get enough of Gavin Moore, two century old vampire. Yes, he told me that first night I lay with him, what he was. But only after he'd made love to me so many times that I was stiff and sore, a surprisingly welcome feeling. It meant I had been thoroughly satisfied by a man who was so well-endowed.

  He had been dressed in all black this time, and when he leaned back to strip off his clothing, he instructed me to watch. As if I could draw my eyes away from that sexy body of his. First the shirt was pulled over his head, giving me a view of rock hard chest with rippling abs. I reached out to stroke him, but my hand went to my side of its own accord.

  Gavin waggled a finger at me. “No, don't touch. Just watch."

  I was frustrated, “So you're going to tease me?"

  He grinned. “If you behave, I may give you a taste, but only if you obey me.” He had to be kidding. Obey him? Never! Jenna Cunningham was fully an independent woman, a woman in control of her life and body, and oh my, he removed his pants. I was instantly panting like a dog.

  Gavin's stiff cock was stretched out nearly to his navel. The breadth was so impressive, when I could put a hand to my mouth, I was measuring whether I could fit him in there. He chuckled, knowing what I was about, and I turned my head away embarrassed. But just as quickly, my head swiveled back.

  "What are you?” I breathed again.

  "Does it matter? I'm here to please you.” He was now naked in all his beautiful glory. I couldn't look away even without his magic. “Isn't that enough?"

  I shook my head. “No, I want more. I mean, I want to know more.” I had been right the first time. A thirst to have his body flat against mine, doing things my neighbors would be shocked to learn I'd engaged in, shook my body.

  Time for discussion was suddenly over. Gavin crooked his finger in a way to call me to him. I considered resisting, but thought better of it. I may chafe at being commanded, but damn if I was going to deny the lust coursing through my veins on principle. We could discuss rules and regulations later.

  Launching into his arms, I wound my fingers through his hair, something I'd been wanting to do earlier, and grazed his chest with my nipples. He growled and pulled back on my head until my neck was exposed to him. When the points of his canine teeth scraped the skin at my throat, I found it erotic. Offering myself innocently seemed the thing to do, but Gavin resisted.

  He pushed me flat on the bed again to follow me down. Our bodies merged with his dick gliding inside my wet opening, expanding my tight passage until I winced. Yet the pain meant nothing compared to the delectable feel. Gavin, still teasing my neck and stroking my back, pumped gradually inside me and out again. His short breaths buffeted strands of my hair away from my ears, while I battled the emotions roiling over my mind and heart.

  Our fingers interlocked and our tongues explored each other's mouths. I knew as my climax built, making me buck noisily against my lover's sleek body, that I could so readily fall for h
im. Before I could cum, Gavin flipped me over and took me from behind. His hands gripped my hips and he pounded so hard and fast inside me, I screamed my orgasm into my pillow. Then not missing a beat, only seconds after he exploded, filled me until his juices dripped down the sides of his shaft and moistened the sheets beneath us.

  Gavin caught hold of my knees and pushed them down so that my legs closed on him still buried inside me. His arms enfolded me and he rested his cheek against mine as we waited for our breathing to return to normal.

  When I could speak, I whispered, “I don't know you."

  "It's a little late for that,” he chuckled.

  I hadn't forgotten. “What are you?"

  "A vampire."

  I didn't believe in vampires, and if I did, he wouldn't bother with a small town like Littleton to choose a lover. So, I considered that he must be teasing me or that the lover of my dreams was in fact off his rocker. What wasn't clear was which option would be better since I was still pinned beneath him, with his surprisingly still-hard rod buried between my legs.

  "You're teasing,” I insisted.

  "Am I?"

  I reviewed what I knew of the legend of vampires. “They are nocturnal."

  He nodded, “I won't be visiting your bed during the day."

  I frowned. “They drink blood?” The thought of it grossed me out. I didn't want him to confirm that, and wiggled to free myself from his hold, hoping he wouldn't say anything. He didn't budge. “Well,” I grumbled, “I don't know much more about the creatures, but I know you have no respect for what I want."

  "I know what you body wants.” He demonstrated by easing in and out of my pussy. I bit down on my lip.

  "W-What of my mind,” I stuttered, losing the thread of conversation.

  "I'm not interested in your mind. I want your body.” That little comment incited my anger. I tried freeing myself again, but Gavin wouldn't be moved. “I am only being honest, Jenna. You already know what an incredible figure you have. That's why when I saw you in that mart or whatever they called it, I knew you would be mine."