The Nightlife San Antonio: (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) (12 page)

She went for the button down, and h
ad to roll the sleeves back three times just to get it to her wrists. The guy had to be over six feet tall with a whole lot more reach than she had. She tried on a couple pairs of his boxer shorts, but they kept falling off her slender hips. In the end, she went for an old pair of tighty-whitey cotton briefs. Nothing else fit her thin frame.

Run a belt around this monster shirt and she could have pulled off the
Stevie Nicks 80’s look. 80’s? How old am I? How do I know what the hell they wore in the 80’s? Things just popped into her mind, seemingly from nowhere, and it never ceased to aggravate her.

How can she know things, and yet not know anything about herself?

She sensed Adrian at the door before she heard him. Yep, they were definitely bonded, no question about it. She dreaded explaining it to him, explaining why she did it without asking, without warning. Her survival had depended on claiming Adrian as her own.

Unable to wait another second, she flew to the door and opened it just as Adrian was reaching for the knob. “Where have you been? I’m going nuts in here by myself.” She wrapped her arms around him
, savoring the wonderful scent of
her
man.

“Hey there
, friendly.” His arm slipped around her.

She caught a touch
of anxiety in his voice and looked up to find the redneck neighbor she had seen the other night, with the blond mullet haircut and a heavy Texas drawl.

“Oh, hi.”

Adrian’s sweaty chest against her face, she tried not to show any fang when she smiled at the neighbor.

He grinned
back at her, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. “Well look at that. I had no idea you were keeping this little beauty tucked away. And wearing your shirt too.” His head tilted down to catch a better look at her bare legs. “Now ain’t that something.”

Adrian stepped in, dragging her along under his arm, pulling her away from the other man. “Later
, Crenshaw. The lady requires attention.”

He was trying t
o make light, but she sensed tension underlying his every move, and it put her on edge.

The guy started following Adrian in the door.
“What about that … the situation out there. You’re just gonna let it be?”

Adrian turned and stopped him with a finger on his chest and a slight push.
“It’s not my problem. Like you said, these guys can’t kill each other off fast enough.”

Crenshaw struck a wry grin and
nodded. “Yeah, but we need to talk –”

“Later.”
Adrian clicked the door shut in his neighbor’s face and snapped the double deadbolts.

He turned back to her and watched her with that unnervingly intense stare
until she thought she would burst with tension. He stepped up to her as her stomach growled audibly. “First, we take care of business.” His fingers caressed her jawline and brushed her lips, peeling her bottom lip down to expose her fully elongated fangs. “I want it. You want it. So, just do it.”

He leaned to the right,
baring the left side of his neck.
Aye que bueno
, it was so wonderful to have a strong, beautiful man serving her needs. Somehow, she knew it wasn’t going to be as wonderful as it could be. The man was holding something back, and she didn’t like it one bit.

Hunger trumped all else, so she indulged
them both and leapt up on him. Her arms and legs clamped onto his strong, sweaty torso. She sunk deep into the skin and his sighs echoed her own. This is how it was meant to be – a strong man ready for her, two becoming one in shared life.

She took what he offered, but
not too much. Her man needed his strength, and she needed him to last, to keep feeding her, until she could figure out something of her former life. She let go of his delicious flesh after no more than a minute.

He shuddered in
her grip, and his throbbing erection pushed up under her thigh. This she enjoyed as much as feeding, taking care of his need. The man had obviously gone without a woman for far too long. She uncoiled from him and pecked him on the lips as her fingers slid into the waistband of his pants and found him hard. The man had one seriously
grandote
penis. She had chosen this obnoxious man for a bloodslave and protector, and therefore had to contend with the size of his cock.

“Wait a minute, girl. We need to chat.”

She stroked him, feeling his hips pull forward. She could have a lot of fun tugging on this man, tasting all his flavors. “We have all night long to talk. Why not take care of this first.” She tickled at the soft, thick head of him, feeling the oozing wetness there.

“Well, since you put it that way …”
His eyes smoldered with need, and she planned to give him all he needed.

She w
ent down onto her knees and slipped the waistband of his pants down to free the monster within. It popped up and bounced in her face, happy to get some attention. Before he could protest or start into whatever caused that brooding intensity behind those staring eyes, she took him full into her mouth, most of him.

As she hoped, he ceased worrying about anything else, and grabbed the back of her head, making sure he shoved that thing all the way into her throat. She couldn’t help it if her teeth came out, ready to bite into all that warm, blood-filled flesh, but she tried so hard not to scrape him, not to bite. When he pushed all the way in, trapping her lips against his pubic bone, she nipped him accidentally.

“Hey! What the hell?” He jerked her hair back hard and pulled her off his cock. “Damn it! Put those teeth away, you got no business biting me down there.”

She gasped, catching her breath, and snarled at him.
“If you’d stop trying to choke me to death, maybe I could handle it better. I couldn’t even breathe.”

“This was a huge mistake. I
never should have let you stay. Shit. I never should have brought you here.”

She couldn’t understand why he was so angry. It was just a little nip, not even bleeding really, just a scratch. “Here. Let me clean it, for you. It won’t hurt if you let me help.”

She licked at the nick on the side of his cock, just enough to let her venom work its magic. “Damn it woman. Why do you have to tempt me so badly.”

He pulled her up and lifted her into his arms. In another two seconds they were
on the bed, and the tighty whiteys she stole from him went flying. The man could be an insanely ravenous lover, and she didn’t know how to slow him down. “Wait! I’m not ready yet!”

His face went down an
d heaven exploded from between her legs as he lapped at her most delicate folds. His tongue slipped, in, swirled around, penetrated slightly, and then he sealed his lips against her and sucked hard. “Dios mio!” She buried her fingers in his hair and held on as he sucked and tongued a glorious orgasm out of her.

Grinding her wet pussy
into his lips and teeth, humping through her climax, suddenly she felt cool air. He was up and tearing off his sweatpants and t-shirt. His weight hit her at the same time his cock pushed into her wet and oh-so-ready flesh. He slid in partway with a glorious pressure and then the pain hit again.

“Wait!” She clawed her way back up the bed, tryi
ng to relieve the pressure inside of her.

He was too far gone to wait. He shoved in, pushing all that hard cock right past whatever the restriction was, and finally he filled her
to bursting. She could almost taste his cock as it pushed so deep inside her that she screamed and writhed in the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure.

“Not again? What the
–”

He popped up and slid out of her to look down at his red-stained rock-hard cock. “How the hell can you still be a virgin? That’s not even possible.”

She had no answers, and at the moment she didn’t care. The pleasure of having him buried inside her was worth the momentary pain. She grabbed his ass and wrapped her legs around his thighs and tugged that monster right back where it belonged. “No more talk, just give it to me.”

Dios mio, he gave it to her
, all of it, relentlessly. It was so worth it.

* * * *

Adrian awoke from his second orgasm in over an hour of non-stop sex with this psycho vampire who had cut the bed sheets with her claws as she screamed his name, over and over. The woman was like a multiple personality nutjob – one minute this beautiful, frail crazy chick, the next minute biting his neck and riding his hardest grudge-fuck, like she couldn’t get enough. He knew without a doubt he had hurt her, but she lay beneath him smiling, still humping her hips, still wanting more.

He didn’t think he had anything more, at least not for a few hours. She took it all and left him nothing. Breathing hard and shaking on arms weak from exertion, he slipped away from her and lay on his back.

After a minute of breath, he finally got a chance to speak without her licking, sucking, biting or fucking his mind into oblivion. “How can you be a virgin, twice?”

He waited to hear her explain the inexplicable, and all he got was a purrin
g sound as she cuddled up to grind her wet pussy on his thigh, and rub her cheek on his chest. She sounded like a little motor-boat of growling pleasure.

“I meant
what I said earlier. You can’t be here anymore. This has become a real problem. I am still waiting for an answer to my question.”

She stiffened against him, and for the first time in a very long time, he actually felt guilty. How the hell could he feel guilty? This woman invaded his life, insinuated herself into his home, and dragged him into the middle of
mafia wars. She was San Antonio’s most wanted, and had turned his life inside out. Why the hell should he feel guilty?

She had to go, b
ut he didn’t want her to go. The nutjob had found a way to hook him. Somehow, it was her bite. He knew he needed it, wanted more. She had him hooked, bad.

She growled low, the sound of her voice an instant turn on.
“I can’t answer you, because I don’t know. I know it hurts, at first, but then it doesn’t.” She smiled, and he knew she wanted more. Perhaps she even wanted a little more of the pain, too?

Add that to the list of weird shit that was getting longer by the minute
. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

“Why can’t I just stay here
, with you?” He heard it in her voice before he looked down and saw her crying. Tears of blood.

He shuddered. This woman, this thing was not human. Put her out the door. Send her off on a Greyhound
bus. She did not belong in his life. He knew he’d never do it. But he should, and he was a fool for listening to anything more she had to say.

“You can’t
stay. Actually we can’t. We need to leave. Now.”

He slid out from under her, and headed straight for the shower. He had to get his head on straight, and he couldn’t do it with her touching him, sucking and fucking on him.
She had a way of stealing his common sense.

Standing in the steamy hot shower, he heard the door click and knew it was her. Always her. She stepped in behind him in the shower and helped soap his back, and then worked around to the front of him. She took extra time and care washing his cock and balls, and he couldn’t help but
grow hard in her skilled hands.

Not again.

But he did, again, against the wall of the shower, hard, fast and merciless. Thank god she wasn’t a virgin this time, because he fucked her like a whore. All his anger and frustration, all his anxiety, all the things he couldn’t express to a woman, he pounded into her, between her thighs, and she took it without complaint.

A tough little trooper – s
he didn’t even whine when she limped out of the shower, obviously sore and walking funny. Without a single word from her, he felt guilty all over again. Him, the guy who never felt guilty about anyone or anything – not for more than five minutes anyway.

He hugged her, and pulled her black wet hair away from her forehead, to kiss her. Dammit
, he cared about this crazy chick. Why her, of all the women he could find, why her, why now?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this. But there’s something you don’t know, and I … I was so angry.”

“I want you to take advantage of me. I’ll survive, don’t worry.” She smiled, and looked like that frail little woman again, almost girlish with her wet hair all tangled up.

He led her to his closet
and dressed quickly, handing her another one of his long-sleeve shirts, something to at least cover her ass. “If you keep standing there, naked, I might be tempted to tap that ass all over again.”
And feel even more guilty
.

She grinned and flicked her tongue out at him.

He shook his head. “You probably know this, but, Mexican Mafia are looking for you. They found me instead.”

Her hand flew to her mouth and she stepped back, a look of horror in her eyes. “What did they do? What happened?”