Chapter 37

“Richie?” her teeny voice plucked at his heart but it was when he saw her hands as she removed it from Jon’s warm leather jacket that he felt utter rage ripping through him.

Bruised, bloodied fingers hung onto the lapels of Jon’s jacket. Her condition was horrendous. Her once silky blonde hair was knotted and filthy; her scantily clothed body seemed skeletal.

“What have the fucking bastard done to you?!” One stride had him at Jon’s side. He shuddered in horror.

She tried to smile but her badly swollen, split lip wouldn’t allow for too much movement and she flashed him a halfhearted smile. Brushing her hair out of her face, a horrendous black bruise taunted him, steering his thoughts towards murder.

Sliding his hands gently underneath her frail body, he took her from Jon, shock and hatred turning his eyes into black marbles.

“Thanks my brother.”

Brushing them towards the bedroom, he smiled.

“Go help her.”

Jon knew it could prove to be quite a task to clean that poor creature up. While they were busy, he would go in search of something to eat, preferably a long legged, willing brunette, or not so willing, which ever way.

 He felt reckless tonight, some good sex and sweet blood and he would be his old self again.

He touched down at a rowdy nightclub a few minutes. He was dressed for the occasion, so why not play with his food a while? The thought brought a smile to his handsome face. It’s been a while since he played with his meal. This could be some night!

Sliding onto a bar stool, he ordered himself a glass of rich Cabernet sauvignon. Swirling the full bodied richness between his fingers, his thoughts drifted towards the same colored sap, pulsing from thick, life giving veins.

Sipping a mouthful of heaven, he groaned appreciatively. Looorrdd..it tasted so good. Have wine ever tasted so damn good? Emptying the glass, he held it up for another fill. Turning to face the crowd he felt a shudder of ecstasy as the immense energy of a sea of moving bodies sizzled into every pore.

He made a good move tonight. Letting his gaze slide over the crowd, his eyes suddenly tripped over a pair of drop dead gorgeous mounts. The girl’s body was swinging to the quick tempo of the music, her raven black hair shimmering in the flickering lights.

Ok, so it wasn’t going to be a brunette tonight…..

Savoring the wine as well as the gorgeous girl, he pushed from the bar a while later, making his way towards the crowd, never taking his eyes of her face.

The buzz of energy bounced from every straining body he passed, bursting into his greedy core.

A sixth sense must have alerted her, as if she knew; she turned to meet his flashing eyes burning into her. A lazy smile plucked at her lips and Jon felt the first stirring of lust and hunger entwined into a dangerous, tightly coiled cord.

The moment she laid eyes on him she was totally mesmerized.  Sandy bangs layered a perfect male face. The strong jaw line jutted forward, sloping into full, suckable lips. She could almost imagine herself nibbling on it…

A stubborn strand fell over a cerulean eye and she felt the familiar heat pooling at her thighs.

 Time stood still, lord he was gorgeous….sinfully, sinfully gorgeous! As if he read her mind, a sultry smile tucked at his lips, his eyes creating their own magical, magnetic gleam. A glint caught her eye…golden hoops in each ear…how could that be so insanely sexy on a man…or him, to be exact? What was it about this mysterious stranger, the erotic pull was undeniable!

To make matters worse for her, she received an eye full of dark hair peeking from a black as sin leather jacket. Biting his lip ever so sexy, he smiled again…perfect set of pearlies. What else did she expect? Everything so far was unimaginably perfect, why wouldn’t that part of his anatomy be? He lifted his hand slightly, sending her a silent salute; she returned the favor and waited breathlessly for him to reach her. It took mere seconds to reach her but his eyes made time stood still; telling her of warm nights and scorching passions and by the time he rumbled a low hello, she was a dangerously, aroused muddle.

Two bodies melted together as if destiny had planned it all along. His scent was tantalizing to her senses, the soft creak of leather underneath her fingertips was so arousing. A hard thigh pressed in between hers….yep leather as well. Her eyes were helplessly fixed on the stranger’s face before her. His hands warmed her to the core, setting her insides alight.

“Well hello stranger…” her voice was raspy for a woman. Jon liked it.

“Hello yourself.” She was his, to do with as he pleased. It was in her eyes, the intimate press of her curves into his, the slow stroking of her hands on his lower back.

They were in a world of their own where nothing and no one matters but them. Pushing his thigh between hers, she rode him slightly rubbing her womanhood against the harshness of the leather.

The scent of her arousal was overwhelming and Jon suddenly feared his lack of control. He was throbbing all over, his veins begging for blood, his shaft demanding to be buried deep inside the warmth of a woman.

Cupping the generous swell of her buttocks, he yanked her into him, showing her just how much he wanted, needed her.

Her gasp was one of pure yearning, squeezing her cheeks harder, he suppressed a groan of his own. This girl was on fire and he the match. Long, red nails, grazed his nape, her moist lips only inches from his.

The girl was too far gone to even realize where she was, if he didn’t get them out of here, she would do him right there and then.

Slipping a hand from his nape, he tagged her along, bumping and grinding through the masses.

He didn’t let go until they reached the darkness outside. Taking in lungs full of fresh air, he turned towards his plaything for the evening.

“Do you have a place nearby where we can go to?”

“Yes.” Dangling a set of keys before him, she pointed towards the black car standing a few feet away.

“Just tell me where Sweetheart.” He maneuvered the car out of the parking and sped off.  She was like a purring kitten all the way home, brushing his inner thighs, whispering hot, disturbing promises in his ear.  His foot only pressed harder on the accelerator. A few, agonizing miles later found them in front of an up market apartment block.

The moment she unlocked the door, he was all over her, working his magic on her, raising her to a fever pitch.

She was a willing, lusty partner.  Digging her hands into his hair, she pulled him towards the dining room table. He realized she had kicked off her shoes when she suddenly shortened a few inches.

She surrounded Jon, her heartbeat, the rush of her blood, her appreciative purring, her sexual scent...the essence of her was like a cloud of silk brushing over his skin, taunting him, challenging him to lose it…giving the creature full reign.

The thought of the beast had him slamming his mouth over hers, stealing her breath. Their bodies were melted as one, their hips rubbing at each other, setting the flame to burn even higher.

“You taste like sweet honey, you know that?” he growled against her neck, feeling his own heart jump as his tongue brushed over the ticking vein. Without thinking he nipped into the tender skin.

“Aahh…a biter aren’t we?” she whispered against his cheek her hands sliding the leather over his shoulders until it landed with a dull thud on the floor. “I like my men all bad….”, her hands were buried in his chest now, her thumbs scraping the male nipples nestled there.

“Good to know sweetheart, cause I can pack a mean bite.” Good thing her eyes were closed, his fangs were protruding from his lips, his eyes shimmering orbs.

Lifting her of her feet, he slammed her onto the table. Buttons went flying and Jon found himself close up and personal with the mounts that drew his attention earlier that evening. Hooking the lacy bra with his fingers, he worked his tongue inside, licking at the stabbing nipples.

“OOooh God….” Her moan was shaky, her breaths tiny uncontrolled pants.

A wickedness he couldn’t stop came over him and he bit down, drawing his first blood for the evening. The taste was nothing too special, but he needed it as he needed to pound his ever growing shaft into her, hard and ferocious….

She didn’t afford him much time to savor the trickle of blood as she pulled his face up, claiming his mouth hungrily with hers. Her tongue fluttered wildly, her hands fumbling with the snap of his leathers.