NocC 012 - Caridad Pineiro - The Vampire's Consort - Harlequin 2012-04 Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Nocturne
with the roll of her hips that matched his thrusts and her hands and mouth in those places she knew pleased him.
His body trembled as he reached the peak and she was there with him, her own body on fire from the pleasure he had stoked in her. But even as she perched on that peak ready to go over with him, she rose on one elbow and covered his hard nipple with her lips. Bit down on the tip as he liked, and he moaned like a man in pain and slipped over the edge with her.
With a final few pumps of his hips, he shot his seed into her and then dropped down on her for only a moment before using his muscled strength to reverse their positions until she was draped along the length of his body. His cock, still hard but ebbing by degrees, filled her body as she lay there, accepting the slow pass of his rough palms along her back. Gentling caresses.
She ran her hand across the thick, deep muscles of his chest before settling it directly over his heart. It was still pumping a mad rhythm in his chest, but slowly calmed.
For long moments there was nothing but their rough breaths returning to normal and then he covered her hand with his and said, “I’m not the one, am I?”
She knew what he meant and yet was loathe to start this discussion, because there was only one place it could end.
“I care for you a lot, John. “It was no lie. She cared for John as much as she could care for anyone other than Adrian.
He surprised her then with silence, saying nothing else the entire time they lay there and then dressed. They set the coffee table back to rights, walked out of her quarters and to the front door to end the night.
She paused there, her hand on the jamb of the door as John faced her.
“Will I see you on Saturday?” she asked, recognizing how unfair it was even as the words left her mouth.
He smiled and a bit of a dimple emerged on the side of his face. Cupping her cheek, he said, “I’ll be here if you want me, but only if you truly want me.”
Without waiting for her reply, he pivoted on his heel and nearly skipped down the stairs to street level. Eliza closed the door and recognized that as she did so, she was also closing it on this in her life.
She might want John physically, might want him to fill the lonely hours in her life, but she didn’t want him the way he should be wanted; sadly, he knew it as well.
But she wasn’t selfish enough to bind him to such a relationship even if he was willing to linger in that way.
Acknowledging that, however, bound her to a world of loneliness and servitude. Maybe even a world of regret, contrary to what she had told Adrian just the night before.
Two hundred years earlier she had chosen life as his consort rather than death. She had been too young to die back then, but now it was hard to imagine an eternal life of servitude without love.
Because of that, Eliza realized that it was time to explore her options.
Chapter Five
Eliza paced back and forth in the foyer. Nearly 3:00 a.m. with no sign of or word from either Adrian or Jamie.
After John had left, she had tidied her room and prepped a meal for Adrian. An hour had gone by, chased by a second. She had phoned his cell, but got no answer. A text message had likewise been ignored. She had then resorted to trying Jamie with equally dismal results.
Had something happened? she wondered, wringing her hands and continuing her march across the Aubusson rug in the foyer. Unable to just wait any longer, she raced back up the stairs to grab her bag so she could go in search of them, making sure she had her can of mace to chase away unwanted humans and an atomized garlic spray and small wooden stake for any unwelcome undead.
She jogged back down the steps and was halfway across the foyer when the door flew open and rebounded against the wall with enough force to knock off a picture frame.
“Jaysus, Jamie. You’ll wake the dead,” Adrian said with a grimace as Jamie half-dragged half-carried him into the
His body trembled as he reached the peak and she was there with him, her own body on fire from the pleasure he had stoked in her. But even as she perched on that peak ready to go over with him, she rose on one elbow and covered his hard nipple with her lips. Bit down on the tip as he liked, and he moaned like a man in pain and slipped over the edge with her.
With a final few pumps of his hips, he shot his seed into her and then dropped down on her for only a moment before using his muscled strength to reverse their positions until she was draped along the length of his body. His cock, still hard but ebbing by degrees, filled her body as she lay there, accepting the slow pass of his rough palms along her back. Gentling caresses.
She ran her hand across the thick, deep muscles of his chest before settling it directly over his heart. It was still pumping a mad rhythm in his chest, but slowly calmed.
For long moments there was nothing but their rough breaths returning to normal and then he covered her hand with his and said, “I’m not the one, am I?”
She knew what he meant and yet was loathe to start this discussion, because there was only one place it could end.
“I care for you a lot, John. “It was no lie. She cared for John as much as she could care for anyone other than Adrian.
He surprised her then with silence, saying nothing else the entire time they lay there and then dressed. They set the coffee table back to rights, walked out of her quarters and to the front door to end the night.
She paused there, her hand on the jamb of the door as John faced her.
“Will I see you on Saturday?” she asked, recognizing how unfair it was even as the words left her mouth.
He smiled and a bit of a dimple emerged on the side of his face. Cupping her cheek, he said, “I’ll be here if you want me, but only if you truly want me.”
Without waiting for her reply, he pivoted on his heel and nearly skipped down the stairs to street level. Eliza closed the door and recognized that as she did so, she was also closing it on this in her life.
She might want John physically, might want him to fill the lonely hours in her life, but she didn’t want him the way he should be wanted; sadly, he knew it as well.
But she wasn’t selfish enough to bind him to such a relationship even if he was willing to linger in that way.
Acknowledging that, however, bound her to a world of loneliness and servitude. Maybe even a world of regret, contrary to what she had told Adrian just the night before.
Two hundred years earlier she had chosen life as his consort rather than death. She had been too young to die back then, but now it was hard to imagine an eternal life of servitude without love.
Because of that, Eliza realized that it was time to explore her options.
Chapter Five
Eliza paced back and forth in the foyer. Nearly 3:00 a.m. with no sign of or word from either Adrian or Jamie.
After John had left, she had tidied her room and prepped a meal for Adrian. An hour had gone by, chased by a second. She had phoned his cell, but got no answer. A text message had likewise been ignored. She had then resorted to trying Jamie with equally dismal results.
Had something happened? she wondered, wringing her hands and continuing her march across the Aubusson rug in the foyer. Unable to just wait any longer, she raced back up the stairs to grab her bag so she could go in search of them, making sure she had her can of mace to chase away unwanted humans and an atomized garlic spray and small wooden stake for any unwelcome undead.
She jogged back down the steps and was halfway across the foyer when the door flew open and rebounded against the wall with enough force to knock off a picture frame.
“Jaysus, Jamie. You’ll wake the dead,” Adrian said with a grimace as Jamie half-dragged half-carried him into the
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