Urban Vampire: The bookset 1-3

  We went back to what would be the master bedroom. Paul was as impressed as I was at the size, the French doors, and the walkout to a private patio. I suggested a few lounging chairs, and Paul said he could clean up the fountain and put floating candles in it. The patio led out to the rest of the backyard where there was a pool with a hot tub.

  “Late night swims.” He held me and kissed me. “This is going to be beautiful. But there are windows in the bedroom …”

  “Remember, that shouldn’t be a problem—your wife is a day-walker. But Kat said they can be replaced with special glass that won’t hurt Vampires.”

  He pecked me on the lips and looked up into the sky. “The moon will be full in two or three days.”

  “Honey,” I said, “I know you don’t want me to be around the first time you change without the pack, but I think I need to be there.”

  Paul held me against him. “It’s not that I don’t want you there. To be honest, baby, I don’t know what to expect. The other night when you bit me, I never expected to strike out. The Werewolf and I are one, but it’s me in my most primal form. Before I was worried that I’d want you so bad the lust might be too much for the Werewolf. Now, I don’t trust the Werewolf not to see you as a predator.”

  “Hmm. Can I talk to you when you’re changed? Will you understand what I’m saying?”

  He smiled. “No one has tried to talk to me while I was under—but I suppose I will. I’ll still be me.”

  Why was he smiling? My questions weren’t amusing. “If we had a dog, would you be able to communicate with it?”

  “Huh? I don’t know, I don’t think so.” His lips quivered as if he wanted to crack up at me.

  “What are you ultimately going to look like? Is it scary?”

  “Kim, baby, if you really want me to change and satisfy your curiosity, then I can do something for you.”

  We were having such a beautiful night that I didn’t want to ruin it by having a Werewolf bite me. Unfortunately, my curiosity overruled my common sense and I agreed.

  “I won’t put you at risk by changing completely. But I can change partially for you. You’ll get the idea, and I’ll still be in my present mind. Oh, and I won’t have the tail.”

  I smiled. Damn, that might have been fun.

  He released me and removed his jacket, handing it to me. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and handed that to me as well.

  “You have a tattoo,” I said.

  I ran my finger along the tattoo, a thick, black tribal band, on his upper bicep. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. His chest was thick and muscular, and I wanted to run my hands along the ripples at his belly and up his pecs. Lycan blood had done some miraculous things to his human form.

  Paul’s breathing intensified as he took my hand away from his body, kissed each fingertip, and kissed my wrist. He then released my hand and backed away. Paul rotated his neck—I heard it crack—and his shoulders rapidly broadened, his neck thickened, and his arms almost doubled in size!

  I gasped. “Damn, Paul.”

  Like a ripple effect, veins popped out of his arms and traveled downward until they reached his fist, which he flexed and released until I could see his hands curl into claws. His nails elongated and thickened until they looked impossibly sharp. Paul shook out his hair, which seemed bushier than before. It fell into his eyes, which had lightened to a vibrant gold, similar to the color of my eyes when I was feeling lusty.

  “Paul …” I said.

  “It’s okay, Kim. I’m still here.” Paul looked at the moon, and I could see joy on his face. “It’s so beautiful.” His voice was thicker, grittier, and almost raw.

  He swept back his hair. His face hadn’t completely morphed, but the veins in his forehead stood out more than they did before. He walked to me with his gold eyes, and I tried to get a sense of the Paul I knew. I understood that he was still my Paul, but somehow he seemed to be someone else when he morphed.

  He took his taloned hand and ran it down the buttons on my shirt. They looked powerfully lethal, but his touch was gentle. Despite my misgivings, I was becoming turned on by his touch.

  “Take off your clothes,” he said gruffly.

  I dropped shirt and jacket, took off my leather jacket, and removed my boots.

  Paul’s talons had retracted and his hair seemed to be a bit tamer, but he still had those muscles and those unearthly gold eyes.

  I pulled off my shirt and laid it on top of Paul’s clothes. My nipples hardened in the cool air. Paul reached down to undo his pants the same time I did mine and swept them off, kicking out of his own boots. We stood naked on the stone patio beneath the moon.

  Paul came to me. “Do you want me to change back?”

  His teeth were still canine in appearance. “No.” This was my Paul. I wanted him anyway he came.

  I absorbed his beautiful nude body. His penis was thick, thicker than the last time I’d seen it. He hadn’t been erect then and had only a normal penis. What I was seeing now was not normal by any stretch of the imagination. Although it bobbed upward toward his bellybutton, it was thicker and wider. I wasn’t going to ask if it was morphed.

  I was going to accept it in all its glory.

  I shivered in the night air with the tension of everything that was happening—and my desire.

  Paul reached out and stroked my breast. It was the first time that he’d ever seen me completely naked, and he seemed to drink me up, too. “I knew you were beautiful. But you are indescribable.”

  I allowed my fingers to glide down his front. His muscles seemed to shiver beneath his skin at my touch. I meant to glide my fingers along the sensitive skin of his gorgeous cock, but my hands had a mind of their own and I gripped him, sliding my fist up the length of him.

  His mouth opened while his eyes closed. “Oh, yes …”

  I couldn’t stop myself if I had wanted to, and I didn’t. I went down to my knees on that smooth patio stone and slipped my mouth over his throbbing head.

  My tongue explored him, savoring the taste of the drops of semen he deposited into my greedy mouth. Paul groaned and slipped his hands into my hair to hold me while he thrust gently. I could barely fit him into my mouth. I sucked and lapped until Paul’s body shuddered, his back arched, and he howled. My body trembled as I continued to slurp and lap him down. Moaning, I worked over his cock even faster until his knees began to buckle. He gripped my arms and pulled me to my feet.

  Paul kissed me frantically, his tongue probing my mouth and my tongue exploring his new teeth. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. Lowering his mouth to my breast, Paul teased my nipples into hard pebbles. Secure that he wouldn’t drop me, I let my head fall back. The sight of the moon was getting to me, too. A weight grew inside of my chest and exploded from my mouth, and then I was howling. His lips paused on my breast and his voice joined mine. We looked at each other and grinned. We embraced and kissed less frantically and more passionately than before.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me, and Paul looked down between us. He maneuvered himself until the tip of his cock was poised to enter me. I felt him pivot his hips forward until he was slipping into me.

  I whimpered as he parted my tight flesh. Paul buried his face into my neck and continued to push until he was completely inside of me.

  I didn’t move because he had passed my cervix and was inside of me in more than one way. I squeezed my eyes closed until the pleasure could alleviate the pain.

  Paul withdrew slowly and I gasped. “Okay?” he asked breathlessly against my neck.

  “Yes,” I croaked.

  He pulled out of me almost completely and re-gripped my bottom. His next thrust was faster and smoother. He stopped short at my cervix. My breath came fast. He repeated the move again even faster, and I tightened my muscles there as the pleasure built. The fourth time he thrust, he didn’t stop at my cervix and I yelled out in pleasure, hanging on to him more tightly. He held me taut against him and rolled his pelvis against mine
. I cried out again and shuddered at the contact with my sensitized nub. Quicker and quicker he pumped into me, his semen mixing with my juices creating a loud squishing that seemed to turn Paul on even more. I felt his teeth against my shoulder nipping but not breaking the skin. My teeth wanted to drop, but I couldn’t take any chances that biting him would aggravate his wolf.

  Paul’s breathing became louder, and his body was hot and slick with sweat. His hoarse breathing told me that he was on the verge of coming. He pressed my back against the stone siding of the house. In this position I couldn’t keep up with his movement.

  “Oh, baby!” he cried hoarsely. “Oh God!”

  The smooth pumping of his hips became faster as he drove into me roughly. I felt my own orgasm closing in, but the animal sounds issuing from Paul made me even hotter. When I felt his hot fluid shooting into my body I screeched, my nails raking down his back. Paul shuddered and his teeth sank into my shoulder.

  Being bitten by a Werewolf is not like being bitten by a Vampire. Paul’s teeth were thick and used for ripping and shredding. Vampire’s teeth were long and thin and only used for puncturing. Our saliva acted as an anesthesia.

  Paul didn’t have any anesthesia in his saliva.

  The pain was horrible, and I bucked and pushed against him, barely holding back a scream of pain. But my body surprised me. The pain brought on a strong orgasm, and despite my attempts to get away from him, my pussy clinched down, gripping him before convulsing rapidly.

  Paul looked at me with wild, apologetic eyes before those golden eyes rolled up in his head. His chest seemed to quake before he looked up into the sky and half-growled, half-cried at the moon. He did it repeatedly while I pushed him away with my arms at the same time that I gripped him with my legs.

  When my body stopped convulsing and I had stopped emanating my own animal cries, Paul collapsed with me on top of him.

  I moved to untangle our limbs, and he slid out of me, which immediately left me feeling deflated and empty. He turned to his side and coughed and gagged until he got sick and vomited the blood he had just ingested.

  I reached for him. “Paul …” I tried to hold his head off the hard stone.

  He came up on his knees weakly. “Kim, oh God, I’m so sorry.” I helped him to his feet, and his whole body shook. He was back to his completely human form and was no longer bulked. I thought the morphing had taken a lot out of him, but that wasn’t the reason for his shaking.

  He gripped my shoulders, examined the bite, and looked at me with wide eyes. “I hurt you again.”

  He had hurt me, but I offered him a smile. “No, Paul. Didn’t you feel how hard you made me come? We were both swept away like animals at the end. And it was fucking wonderful, baby! Yeah, you bit me and there was pain. But pain is sometimes pleasure—I clawed you as well. Look at your poor arms and back. We lost control. We both did. But I enjoyed it.”

  “But you were pushing away from me, and I just kept going.”

  I touched his face. “Was I really trying to get away? I was gripping my legs around you so tight you couldn’t have gotten away from me if you had tried.”

  Paul looked at my shoulder again.

  “It barely hurts at all now,” I said.

  “It was a love bite,” he whispered. “It’s what wolves do when they mate, except it doesn’t do as much damage when it’s with another wolf.”

  “Please, Paul, don’t. I’m okay.”

  I gripped his hand and led him back into the house. I led him into a bathroom and turned on the water at the sink. Careful not to make a mess, I splashed away the blood on my shoulder and arm. It was nasty, and I hid a grimace. Paul gasped and paled. I put my fingers against the bite marks and concentrated on sealing the flesh. Soon the wound was healing. It wasn’t perfect, but I had never tried to heal anything as ragged as this wound.

  “See.” I smiled. “You can bite me. It won’t kill me, and I won’t change into a Werewolf, at least no more then I already am.”

  He looked away. “We better get dressed. We’ll need to get back to your house to get cleaned up.” He retreated, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

  The ride back home was quiet and tense. I wouldn’t put on my blouse fearing that my blood would ruin it. And because my wound had caused my arm to stiffen, Paul put his shirt on me and helped me put on my jacket.

  When we got back to my house, he mumbled something about taking a shower and went up to his room while I watched him with concern.

  Dejectedly, I soaked in a hot bath. I was sore from our lovemaking but still felt that tingly afterglow and wanted to make love with Paul again. Instead I sighed and dunked my head underwater, staying there until it grew tepid.

  I stepped into my walk-in closet, which was the size of an entire room. I decided on a Chanel power suit for tonight’s Council meeting. This meeting was sure to be an uncomfortable affair, and I wanted a sexy yet sophisticated look. I put on sheer nylons and heels and pulled my damp hair back into a bun. Pearl earrings and coral lipstick rounded everything out. Since I was dressed in Chanel, I spritzed myself in Chanel Number 5 perfume.

  Paul was still upstairs when I came out of the bathroom. It wasn’t yet midnight, but it seemed that our evening together was going to be cut short.

  I flashed myself to Karen’s front door. I never invaded the privacy of my ladies so I knocked and waited for her to invite me in.

  Karen oohed and aahed at the way I was dressed. “You always show them up at those Council meetings. Now that you’re not constantly hiding your scars, you’re really going to wow them.”

  She was wearing lounging pajamas and feathered slippers. Karen lived in a condo that was modern but comfortable. She had one bedroom and no space for any friends or families to sleep over. She valued her privacy and her free time. When we weren’t dealing with some Vampire business, Karen liked to read, watch old movies, and every once in a while spend time with her long time FWB--friend with benefits.

  I’d met him before. Karen had told him that we were cousins, and I played along. Karen was one drop-dead sister. Her petite body was naturally voluptuous, and her dark brown skin was flawless.

  She was alone listening to some Jill Scott and sipping wine. I remembered back when I used to do that. I collapsed on her all-white couch and looked the way I felt.

  “What’s wrong?” She picked up her glass and sipped the pale fluid.

  “Paul can’t control his wolf, at least not fully.”

  “Oh no. Did he hurt you?”

  “He pushed me the other day, after I tried to take a feeding from him. He said the wolf didn’t like to feel dominated.” I sighed. “And then tonight he bit my shoulder during lovemaking.”

  Karen waved her hand at me. “Vampires bite each other during lovemaking all the time. I don’t know how many times Johan bit me, and I can’t heal half as fast as you can.”

  “Vampires control what they do,” I said. “Paul couldn’t control himself.”

  “He’s new, right?”

  I nodded.

  “Maybe it’s like with Vampires. Maybe he needs time with his pack to learn the essentials.”

  He had said that they really wanted him to revitalize their blood. It was their agreement to change him, yet here he was two months later.

  “Shit,” I said. “I think that’s it! Paul came home too soon. He wasn’t ready. And I think he ran away from his pack.”

  “I don’t know anything about werewolves,” Karen said. “I didn’t even think they were real. But maybe Paul needs to join a local pack, if one exists around here.”

  I looked at her with interest. “That’s an idea. He’s really torn up about his lack of control.”

  “Well, Mara would be the one to ask about it. She knows a lot about all of that stuff.”

  “Karen,” I smiled. “You have made my day.” I stood and offered her my hand. “I need to get back. Tonight we have Letrelle and Carmine’s battle so the Council meeting will probably run long.”

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sp; Karen set her glass on the table, took my hand, and stood. “I’m getting tipsy. Ronnie and I went to a dinner club and saw this standup comic. Girl, he was off the hook.”

  “Well, you get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another hectic night. After I feed, do you want me to give you a fitful sleep suggestion?”

  “No. Your bite will do that on its own.”

  I placed my hand on her shoulder and had to lean forward to bite her. Even as I put up my wall as I fed, I worried about my own creature and my need for meat. I didn’t want to mess up and not only give in to lust but give in to some latent desire to rip and eat.

  After I fed, I helped Karen to bed and made sure the house was locked up. Then it was time for me to go home and talk to Paul about my thoughts.

  Sensing Paul in the office, I reappeared there. His wolf sensed my approach before I even materialized, and he was already facing me. Hmm. How strange. He sat behind my desk with a number of legal looking documents in front of him. He was all showered and cleaned and wore a black button-down shirt and black leather jacket.

  His eyes traveled over me. “Did you feed?”

  “Yes. What are you doing?”

  “Um, these are the closing papers for the house. Did you want me to sign them?”

  I sat on the edge of the desk. “Did you want to keep looking? I thought you liked it.”

  He picked up a pen and signed the document.

  “Paul, are you sure you want to do this? I can buy it.”

  He swept his hair back. “No, I want to do this for you.”

  For me? This was supposed to be for us.

  I walked behind him and massaged his shoulders. Damn, he was tight!

  He sighed. “How’s your shoulder?” His voice was barely a whisper.

  I stopped rubbing him to shrug my shoulder out of the jacket. I bared my shoulder to show him that the wound was nearly healed. “By the time I wake up tomorrow night, there probably will be no trace of the bite at all.”

  “I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” he said.

  “You don’t have to tell me. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. Tonight is like our honeymoon. And instead of being in each other’s arms, we’re tiptoeing around each other.”