Hot Vampire Kiss -- Book 1 of The Vampire Wardens by Lisa Renee Jones
“Evan,” she gasped, reaching between them, tried to press him inside her.
He shackled her wrist. “Vampire. Say it.”
“No,” she panted. “No I—“
“I won’t fuck you unless I know you know what I am. That you accept what I am.”
“No--”
He kissed her, savaged her mouth, and then fangs bared he demanded,” What am I, Marissa?”
She touched his mouth. “Vampire.”
The word on her lips drove him wild with need but still he pressed her, “Again.”
“Vampire. You’re a vampire.”
He slid his cock inside her, moaned with her at the sensation of their bodies finally joined, at the wet heat of her surrounding him.
He wrapped his hands around her lush backside, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her nipples puckered against his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Say it again,” he ordered.
“Vampire,” she repeated, this time without hesitation, and he snapped. Wildness erupted from him, from her. She wanted to be fucked and this vampire was going to fuck her.
***
He was perfect. He was a vampire. And he was inside her, where she wanted him. She shoved him to his back, rolling with him, sitting up to ride him. Marissa had never felt anything like what she felt now, complete uninhibited lust. She touched him, she touched herself. She licked and nipped and bucked. Watching him watch her as she rode him though, that was the hottest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. Her eyes weren’t shut and her cheeks were filled with an embarrassed flush. Oh they were hot alright, hot from witnessing the desire in his eyes, the pure white hot hunger brimming from his long dark lashes.
She leaned down and kissed him, pressed his hands to her breasts, rocked with him. She came in a rush of deep strokes of his cock, only to find herself nearly there again. Deeper, harder, faster. Another orgasm as he moaned with his own release. He pressed her hips against his with a hard upward thrust. Then rolled her onto her back and filled his hand with her breast. He was still hard.
“Just how long can a Vampire go?”
“How long do you want me to go?
His long hair hung wildly around his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around his calves. “All night.”
“It’s morning.”
“So I take it you don’t burst into flames?”
“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” he assured her, leaning down to suckle her nipple.
She inhaled at the erotic sensation, her body tightening around his cock, her hips arching into his, “Promise?”
His gaze lifted to hers, “Promise.” He licked at the sensitive peak and then bit down on it, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. Marissa cried out in both pain and pleasure. An orgasm rushing over her in a wave of such sensation, she thought she might die.
When finally it faded, and he was kissing her, pumping into her, she wondered momentarily how her breast and her neck weren’t bleeding. She wasn’t though, and that was all that mattered, as long as he kept riding her and stroking her. He kept using that big, powerful body to pleasure her, to keep her from remembering the alley, the red eyes…the wolf. Wolf. The wolf that had bitten her.
Suddenly, Evan was kissing her, his body slowing its movement, his cock caressing her in a sultry rhythm. “You’re under my protection now,” he murmured in between kisses, as if he knew what she’d been thinking. “He can’t touch you.” His hand slid around her backside, lifted her so that his shaft pressed deeper inside her. ”Only I can.”
His words comforted her, his body pleased her. For long minutes, she forgot anything but him and the slow, sensual movements of their bodies together. She lost herself in his kisses, more sensual now than erotic. And this time when she tumbled into satisfaction, when her body tightened around his, he tumbled with her. She felt the warm heat of his semen spill inside her, the weight of his body as he, like her, settled into a peaceful stillness, completely sated.
For a short while they laid there, as if they both were afraid to move, as if they both knew reality was outside the silence. She knew. God, she knew. She remembered everything with vivid clarity, right down to the moment when the animal in the alley had bitten her.
Slowly, he rolled to his back, and pulled her into the crook of his arm. Her hand curled in the dark springy hair of his chest. “You’re a vampire.”
“Yes,” he said, after a long pause.
“And…and that thing that bit me in the alley?” she asked, holding her breath as she waited for the answer.
“Werewolf.”
She jerked upward to stare at him, knowing the question she had to ask, knowing she wouldn’t like the answer. She wasn’t herself. She was different. She’d been changed. “And that makes me?”
He drew her hand in his, “Under my protection, Marissa.”
Chapter Six
Reluctantly, Evan let Marissa back away from him, watched her grab a pillow to hug in front of her. As much as he wanted to pull her close, force her beneath him, to kiss her and Lord help the two of them, lie to her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Because he wasn’t sure it would be. He wasn’t sure he hadn’t signed himself up for a date with death, right along with her. But damn it, there was something about this woman – something worth dying for.
“Easy Sweetheart,” he said, sitting up to face her, one knee up and the sheet draped over his lower body. “You’re okay. Let’s talk about what happened, and what needs to happen now.”
“I was attacked by a werewolf.” She studied her shoulder, touched her neck. “I don’t have any marks on my shoulder or my neck. This makes no sense. I don’t understand any of this.”
“Vampire blood heals,” he said. “That’s why I fed you my blood when I found you in the alley.”
She inhaled slowly, as if taking in what he’d told her. “So answer my question that you clearly avoided. What does that make me?”
“Human.”
She shook her head in refusal of that answer. “I drank your blood and I liked it.”
“Vampire blood is like a drug,” he explained. “It heals. It enhances senses. It’s erotic. It’s natural to crave it, especially after a severe injury. You were seconds from death, Marissa.”
“So I’m not a vampire?”
“No. Simply sharing blood with me will not convert you to vampire,” the gruesome details of which he didn’t intend to share. “Nor is a conversion taken lightly, a petition has to be filed and approved by our government.”
“You actually petitioned to become a vampire?”
“No, again this wasn’t a life I’d invited, nor is it one I wish to force on anyone else.” Though eventually, sooner rather than later, that was where this was headed with Marissa. “I, like my two younger brothers, Aiden and Troy, who you’ll meet soon, were attacked by a vampire infected by bloodlust.” And because he was afraid of her mind running wild, he explained, “Bloodlust happens when we kill when we’re feeding which, I want you to know, is punishable by death. We don’t kill to feed. But this vampire did, and she’d already killed most of our small village when we tried to destroy her. Even three of us, young hunters, willing to die, didn’t stand a chance against a well fed vampire. The only reason we survived, is a “Warden”, one of our races law enforcement, showed up. He saved us, and recruited us to work for him.”
Her face paled. “Oh God, Evan, I don’t know even know what to say.”
“It was a long time ago,” he said, cutting his gaze, and mentally willing away the image of his ten year old sister’s limp body on the porch of the house. “It’s an old wound.”
“How long ago?”she quietly asked.
His gaze lifted to hers. “Are you sure you’re ready for the answer to that question?”
“How long?”
“A hundred years last month.”
She stared at him, no open reaction, but he watched her pale eyes melt, watched the yellow flecks splinter w
Shock slid through him at her exact understanding of what he was feeling, at her ability to use their bond so readily, without even understanding it yet. “Yes,” he confirmed, oddly at ease with her knowing his past, knowing what he’d never shared with anyone before now. “I still remember it like it was yesterday. Just as I remember the moment I hunted down that bitch and staked her in the heart.”
“I’d have staked her too,” she said vehemently.
He smiled at her. “You wouldn’t stake a fly.”
“If I was lucky enough to have someone I loved,” she countered. “And that person was stolen from me -- you bet I would.”
If she was lucky enough to have someone to love, she had no one. He sensed that in her, understood it. Yet she wasn’t bitter and alone. She was a nurse, someone who had chosen to care for others. Someone who chose to help people fight through their darkest moments and that made her brave. He realized now that was the part of her that called to him. He saw the fighter in her, the healer. And now, he was going to need her to fight for herself. He was going to need to be her healer. It was a role he never thought to want himself in, someone who was depended on, someone who might fail someone he cared about, as he’d failed his family. But it was too late. He’d bonded with her, he’d saved her. And now, he’d be damned if he was going to fail her.
He scooted closer to her, and eased the pillow out of her hands and tossed it away. She pulled her knees to her chest and he moved so that his hand was on top of them, his knee pressed to hers. “Marissa, there’s no easy way to explain this to you, so I’m just going to say it, and then we can deal with it together. The Werewolf world is in the midst of a century long civil war which leaves the vampires dealing with many of their rogues. I came to Temple hunting the wolf that attacked you. Wolves can be natural born, or created by a virus much like rabies. If you’re bitten, you’re infected.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “I…you mean—“
“You’re okay,” he said, sliding his hand around her neck. ”You’re going to be fine. But yes, you’re infected by the virus and like a human bitten by a rabid animal there are effects. But because we are sharing blood, I can help you hold off those effects until we get you a permanent cure.”
“What effects and what permanent cure?”
“I have to kill the wolf in the next thirteen days, before the next full moon.”
Her eyes went wide. “How does killing it kill the virus inside me?”
“We don’t know,” he said. “And we have a scientific team that’s worked on it as long as I’ve been around. The full moon triggers the change to a shape-shifter. If the change doesn’t happen, the virus dies in the infected person’s body. And the person doesn’t change if the wolf that infected them dies before it occurs. That’s all we know with certainty.”
“So when the next full moon comes, I turn into that…that thing?!”
He framed her face with his hands. “I won’t let that happen.”
“What if you don’t kill it?”
“I will.” He could hear her heart racing and feel the rise of the wolf in her.
“But--”
He kissed her, a deep passionate, hungry kiss. She dug her nails into his back, and clung to him. He could taste her passion, smell it. She tore her mouth from his. “Why do I feel like I could climb out of my skin right now and into yours? Why do I feel like some animal in heat?”
“Emotions feed the virus,” he said. “The wolf – your wolf – is trying to make itself known. You need an outlet to release the energy.” He bit his wrist and held it to her mouth. “And you need this to dilute the virus. Drink.”
“I don’t want to drink,” she said between her teeth, and then buried her face to his chest, her lips and teeth scraping his nipple, before she tilted her head back and all but roared with anger. “I don’t want this…thing inside me.” She rose to her knees and pushed him to his back. “Why is this happening to me? Why did you let this happen to me?”
That demand tore at his gut and anger rolled inside him. Not at her – but at himself for ever leaving her alone in that bar. He rolled her to her back, ignoring her protests, his blood spraying on the white sheets, on their bodies. Her wolf was no match for his vampire, not now, not ever. He held her hands over her head with one of his and then let his wrist drip over her mouth. The second it touched her lips, her tongue lapped at it. A few seconds later, she was holding his wrist to her mouth on her own, hungrily drinking. Watching her, a deep emotion stirred inside him like nothing he’d ever felt. Evan silently cursed, furious that he’d let her inside his world, that he cared about her more each second he spent with her. But she was his, as no other ever had been, even if she never knew it, never wanted him or his world. And he wasn’t going to let her die -- no matter the cost.
Chapter Seven
Marissa blinked awake in a dark room, but didn’t move. The pillow beneath her head was soft, the sheet across her body, also soft. Not sandpaper, she thought, with a silent ‘thank you’ for a moment of normalcy. It was all a dream, a nightmare. She inhaled, and the spicy scent of Evan flared in her nostrils, and she realized no it wasn’t a nightmare. She thought of their long hours of passion, of lying with him and talking through her fears over what was happening to her. Of him telling her about his brothers, about his world, and how just hearing his voice, listening to him explain it all, had calmed her. She felt something for him, beyond the obvious incredible attraction, that she’d never felt for a man. Not even Kevin—the attorney she’d had a brief engagement to. She didn’t want to believe it was the blood, or some hero syndrome. She needed something real in her life right now. With Evan, she didn’t feel alone. When the truth was that she was alone. She had no one to even miss her if this all ended badly.
Emotion started to tighten her chest and she shoved it away, afraid of inviting another visit from the inner wolf she wanted to deny existed, having no idea how long it had been since she’d fed from Evan.
The sound of male voices, one of them Evan’s touched her ears, but she couldn’t make out the words. She rolled to her back, noting the darkness outside the windows to match that in the room. No wonder she was starving. She threw off the cover, and as dire as she felt a shower was, the clawing hunger in her stomach was quickly deepening, and not in a nice way.
She pushed to a sitting position, flipped on a light because she didn’t even want to think about how well she could see in the dark. Denial might not be an answer to her problems, but it was her friend right now. So was the fact that today had been her day off of work. That was, if she’d only slept one day. Oh God. Please let her have only slept one day. If she’d simply not shown up to work, she’d lose her job.
She rushed to the closet and shoved her arms into a long pink terry robe, and headed down the hall, towards the voices. She made it all of a few steps when the conversation stopped. Marissa continued forward, only to draw up short at the sight of the two men consuming the tiny space of her small kitchen, both staring at her.
Evan leaned against her outdated, yellow fridge, his hair tied neatly at his neck, so big and broad, and delicious that her knees threatened to go weak. And beside him, she was remotely aware of the man next to him, who leaned on her equally outdated and yellow stove, and looked remarkably like him, his dark hair also tied at the nape.
But it was Evan she was drawn to, Evan whose intense inspection, dark and hot, she focused on. Evan who seemed like her friend, who’d become her lover, who was looking at her with a glint in his eye that said ‘mine’. Who was also a vampire. She swallowed hard at that word, at that reality, and willed herself to be afraid, to have caution. Her body didn’t agree though. Just looking at Evan set her heart pulsing, and her nipples tightening. He might be a vampire, but he was one heck of a gorgeous vampire, and man oh man, the way the snug black tee hugged his chest, was sinful.
“You heard me coming, I take it?” she asked
“Why do you say that?” Evan asked arching one dark brow.
“You stopped talking when I approached.”
“We’re vampires,” the man she assumed to be one of his brothers said. “We see all and hear all.”
So she was right. Whatever they’d been saying, they didn’t want her to hear. Evan motioned to the other man. “This is Aiden. The second oldest in the Brook’s brothers family tree, and therefore, second in charge to me.”
Aiden snorted. “In his dreams and it’s nice to meet you Marissa. I’m the smart one.”
Marissa laughed, and it surprised her. How could she laugh when she was turning into a rabid werewolf?
“More like the egomaniac,” Evan said, pulling out one of her steel and vinyl chairs from the table in the center of the room. “Come sit with me. How are you?”
Her eyes met his, and the look on his face told her what he was asking. He wanted to know if her wolf was under control. Considering she wanted to shove him on top of the table and just let Aiden watch while she had her way with his brother, she was pretty sure the answer wasn’t what he was looking for. She settled for, “More hungry than I’ve ever been in my life.”
“We have left over pizza,” Aiden offered, grabbing a box from the fridge as Marissa sat down. “You want it heated.”
She shook her head. “I’m too hungry. Just let me have it cold.” Evan sat down next to her and Aiden in front of her. She snatched a piece of pizza, suddenly aware of just how intensely Evan was watching her, and how much she wanted to inhale the slice of pizza in one bite. She stood up and grabbed the box. “I can’t eat this while two vampires watch me.”