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Helena nearly forgot she was half naked on a stage with a bunch of lust-stricken people to entertain. Still, now she knew what he looked like. It was a two-song stint, and then she could begin the setup.
She twirled around, averting her eyes from his direction, and managed to remember to smile at those frothing at the mouth for her. The men arrayed before the stage disgusted her, and without even tapping her powers of emotional empathy, she could tell quite easily what they were thinking.
Drawing herself up tight against the pole, she readied herself for the pinnacle of this test. Sucking in a deep breath, she then reached behind her back, found the clasp to her bra, and unsnapped it. The music pounded, the crowd cheered, all waiting for this moment, and her blood was on fire. It terrified her—it excited her.
She whirled in place, the bra flew from her breasts, and the darkest brown eyes she had ever seen instantly ensnared her. Her mark had made his way right up to the edge of her stage and was two feet from her.
Their eyes locked, and the rest of the world fell away. Time slowed to a halt, and her heart leaped into her throat. His hand, already rising, moved in slow motion, tossing a five-dollar bill, but his mouth slowly dropped open. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it over the loud, booming music.
He was…savagely perfect. His deep, dark eyes smoldered with an exotic urge. Primal, sinful, but there was no evil intention. He stared at her, his hand outstretched, and the ventilation fans caught the bill and tugged it from his fingers. Drifting slowly, it fell toward the hardwood framing of the stage’s edge, where it landed.
Time resumed, and Helena managed to tear her gaze from his, shifting into another spin to turn away. Her breath came in deep, ragged gulps. What in the world was that?
Desire shot through her veins, demanding she turn around again. To swim once more in the sinful warmth of those chocolate pools. To lose herself in him. Why? She had never felt such need, such want. Why now? And a demon? No, it was terrible.
Too afraid to turn back around, she recalled every move Lilith had taught her that would appease the crowd yet allow her to face the pole. Sweeping her ass side to side and prancing slowly in place with the music seemed to please her audience, but was the demon still watching?
Would he like what he saw? Why did she care? Growling under her breath, she forced the vision of those eyes from her mind. Finish the song, then the next. Don’t make eye contact, she told herself.
The minutes seemed to pass like hours as she danced with the sensual grace she felt and never once looked to her demon fan. Her peripheral vision told her he was still standing at the rack, watching her.
She could feel the burn of his gaze. It caressed and teased her naked flesh everywhere, and she couldn’t help herself. Her body moved in rhythm to the beat, undulating, gyrating, and twisting erotically, knowing his dark gaze drank all of it hungrily. It was a strange pleasure to know.
The second song ended, and without a glance to the audience, including the onlooking demon, she snagged her bra off the floor and marched back into the dressing room. She realized then she hadn’t taken off her panties and was thankful.
There was the thin little punk rock dancer there, but Helena ignored her and went to the sink. Splashing cold water on her face helped, but she couldn’t banish the image of those eyes seeping across her naked body. That she’d enjoyed it.
She was here to kill this demon, and now everything had gone insane. She had lost her mind. All she could think about was how it would feel if it were his hands caressing her instead of his gaze. Blast, girl, get your head on straight, she thought.
The other dancer left, and Helena broke out her cell phone and called David.
“Go.”
“I made contact. He’s here now. Set up in the alley behind. I’ll lure him there.”
“Got it.”
She hung up, tossed the phone into her bag, and looked to the mirror. Her eyeliner had smeared a little from the splash of water, and she fixed it. Seduction was not her talent, but dressed like a slut, it shouldn’t be too hard. Demons had an appetite for sin. Just get him into the alley, and then it’ll all be over.
Book two of the Gothic City Lights saga, the war between angels and demons, continues and now I have the cover art! By the amazing and wonderful Valerie Tibbs... the novel releases January 7th
As if on queue in a dark midnight fantasy, I felt a draft from my bedroom window. I looked up and the six paned doors were wide open. The soft champagne linen drapes ruffled against the winter breeze as it poured into my room. I sat up, not feeling the cold air. No, I was burning up. Alexander was here.
I couldn’t see him but I could sense him. Inside me a fire stoked, erupting through my limbs, and then he was on me. Cradling my body to his from behind, he swept me up and kissed my neck. It was like wet flames licking at my skin, and I broke out in goose bumps and shivered.
There were a million things I want to say to him. To cuss him out. To kick his ass, but all these thoughts were rendered insignificant. Unworthy.
My satin camisole lifted, its smooth silky fabric caressed me and tantalized my pebbled skin as it brushed across me. Up and off it went, and then he tossed it aside. I found myself once more, naked in his arms and nothing had ever felt so right. In spite of myself, I mewed deeply, encouraging him. Everything about him was wrong. His nature was a betrayal of everything I was sworn to protect. And yet, I was a slave to his desires and I knew, by my connection to his soul, I was the same for him.
His fingers tickled, squeezed, and strummed my nipples until I thought they might burst as they stretched and stiffened in arousal. With supple, fiery kisses, he laid a path down my neck as I found his thighs around mine and I caressed them, wanting the denim in my way to be gone.
I twisted against his persistent teasing, his hands inflaming my body everywhere with his sensual touches. His lips seared my skin. He kissed and sucked at my neck, and then my earlobe. His masculine heat thrust into the small of my back where I could not reach it. I broke free finally, turned, and then collapsed back into his arms. Our lips met, blazing our mouths in erotic bliss and my hand finally found my prize.
His erection jutted outward, stretching his jeans, and I tore away the buttons keeping it from my hand. It felt as though his thick, hard cock lunged into my grasp as I sprung it free and I captured it tenderly, stroking its velvety length. I loved how it trembled in my fingers. My gaze drifted into his, his hands cupped my ass, and our inner connection took over. I could sense his desire. True, unyielding, and it matched my own.
I pushed him back, knowing he would never ask, but I needed to pleasure him in any way that he wished. I curled up to his thigh, propping up on an elbow as I guided his throbbing hard-on into my mouth. The moan that escaped his mouth was haunting, deep, and gravelly and echoed across the room. His hips bucked and I pushed forward, taking more of him in, and let my tongue flicker across him everywhere I could reach.
Normally I would be embarrassed by the noises giving head could make, but I didn’t care. Only his pleasure mattered. The slurping suction was followed by a wet popping sound as I withdrew, his cock pulsing in my hand, and I gazed up at him. Black eyes met mine, shimmering with desire, with satiation and need.
Encouraged by the ecstasy on his face, I stroked him a few times then took him back into my mouth. I could sense I was being too frail. He was immortal, powerful in ways humans could not imagine. I had no reason to hold back, so I unleashed with everything I had. Furiously I sucked his thickness in and out of my mouth, as fast and hard as I could.
His body shuddered, his hips bucked, and it was none too late. My jaw felt like it might fall off, but I accomplished my goal. I withdrew and pumped his cock with my hand, aiming it for my breasts. Desperately I wanted see him come. To know I had pleasured him like no other before me.
His whole body shook violently, nearly dislodging me from his thigh I was curled up against and I kept gliding my hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled back into his head and I looked down, waiting to see my payoff. But it didn’t come. Convulsion after convulsion ripped through him and I could feel the ejaculatory muscles in his scrotum tense and flex. But no cum.
He collapsed back and I was confused. Was he faking the orgasm? I was a little bit offended after all I had done for him, that he would try to fake one. But it didn’t make sense. As far as I knew, the muscles involved, weren’t ones guys had much control over. Right?
I let go and watched him and I hoped not too warily. His chest rose and fell, hard and sharply with deep inhales of breath. I could feel his leg tremble beneath me. Every reaction in his body said he had climaxed with severe intensity, but without any proof. I was mesmerized by his beauty as he lay their trying to recuperate, but a little irritation kept creeping back into my thoughts. Had he come? And before I could render a rational thought, my mouth slipped.
“Did you come?”
He gasped in another breath and nodded, his black eyes opened, and gleamed down at me. His hand tugged at my shoulder and then pulled me up to him.
“But—”
“Shhhh,” he cut me off. “I came, like never before. Vampires. We. How should I say? We do not produce sperm.” He said between heavy breaths.
Instantly, I felt at ease, my concern melted away, and I snuggled up against him. Seeing him so thoroughly sated was a high I had never experienced before. Nothing was more beautiful to me, than his face etched with ecstasy. I could feel it through our bond.
