Chapter 47

Jon sauntered through the lonely streets. Feeding from Ksenia awoke the other burning beast inside him, the one that craved soft, willing human flesh, eager hands stroking his skin, moist, soft lips chasing the loneliness away, creamy thighs entwined with his…The burning inside needed to be relinquished soon or else he might lose it again. His senses flared as the subtle scent of a female drifting his way.

Specks of sky plopped down on Jon’s hair, turning his face heavenwards, he smirked at his luck. Nature was helping this time. Focusing on the sulking figure kicking at the flat wheel, he knew he had found his prey for the night.

“Dammit You piece of shit!” A yelp tore from her lips as her big toe connected with the flat wheel yet again.

“Now that’s not the way to speak to a lady…” his voice purred in her ear. He avoided eye contact, knowing full well the excitement might have changed his eyes. No need to scare the pretty lady just yet…he crunched down on his fangs and received a salty taste for his trouble.

Splaying his hands, he stroked the smooth planes of the car..a sleek beauty just like the owner…hhmmmmm.

“You have a beautiful baby here…Jag XJ 6?”

The appreciative purr in the stranger’s voice spun a magical cocoon around her and she drifted closer, her curiousness thoroughly captured. His hands caught her full attention, she could almost feel it stroking her skin…calling her beautiful…hhmmmmm.., strong hands….

The man suddenly crouched low, taking her ankle into warm hands..

“Did you hurt yourself there darlin’?” thumbs stroked at the soft skin and she gulped.

“I..I think I’m ok. Thanks.”

His hand slipped from her ankle and she sighed, disappointed in the loss of contact.

“Do you have a spare?”

His eyes…oh lord…his eyes! Shocking azure pools glinted in the darkness of the night, the full lips pulled in a devastatingly sexy smile.

“UUhhh , excuse me?”

A soft laughter bubbled from his lips…he pointed.

“Ooh ooh hell yeah sorry. Yes I do have one.” She scooted towards the rear of the car. “It’s …ooh …my, you’re quick on your feet aren’t you?” She was breathless.

His sweet breath played with the soft strands on her cheeks, his body sheltered her from the ever increasing rainsdrops, his hand holding hers captive against the cold metal of the car. She could feel her heart bouncing in her chest. He heard it too, a river in full rush as blood whooshed through her body.

Jon felt her body swaying towards his, she was spellbound, his magic web was securely spun. Her pupils shimmered like enormous gems in her face, the constant lick of her lips as her tongue darted in an out heightened Jon’s passion to a burning intensity, threatening to swallow him whole.

Clearing his throat, he reached for the tyre. “Let me get this going, you are soaking wet. Why don’t you get into the car, while I do this?” His voice vibrated across her skin and she shivered.

She nodded silently but didn’t move. She was drinking in the paradise on two legs. Where did he come from? Why the intense attraction? He wasn’t even her type!

Looking at him again she suppressed a groan. Lord, Almighty, he was sex on legs! His unruly hair was now plastered to his face, specks of gold peeked through the strands, from where she stood it seemed liked golden hoops…SHE NEVER LIKED A MAN WITH EARRINGS! She liked her men all businesslike. Short hair, clean shaven, suit…this was just..just…so decadent and she liked it to her greatest dismay!

Jon choked down a laugh. Her thoughts were jumbled, filled with heated thoughts and uncertainty. He flashed her a quick look and smiled, biting down quickly as he realized his fangs were showing. Struggling with the wet leather jacket, he stood up, swiping it off his shoulders he couldn’t miss the little cry escaping her lips.

The smell of a women thoroughly aroused tickled his nose and he crouched down, hiding the raging erection pulsing to life.

The pit of her stomach was on fire, watching as if in slow motion, she gaped as the black leather left his shoulders, the white linen shirt was a second skin, plastered to his chest. A few buttons were undone as she gulped as dark fuzz peered from the material…this man was just too much for her sex starved body and she grunted as she felt the familiar warmth pooling between her legs. The way his fingers curled around the bar made her long for the same touch, she closed her eyes and envisioned those hands on her body…touching..teasing.

“Do you like to get wet?” Jon snickered at the play of words, by the swish of her breath he knew she picked up on it too.

“I love the rain. I love the way it feels on my skin, the smell…”

Straightening himself from the car, he placed the flat tyre in the boot. She was suddenly caught between male and steel. Warmth slithered down her face into her neck and she stopped breathing, too scared the pleasure might end. His tongue hovered above the mad tick in her neck and he growled soflty.

“I love the way the rain tastes on your skin…hhhmmmmm.” Another lick and he grabbed her hips, steadying her as her knees refused to carry her weight any longer. “Let’s go.” The mist refused to let up in her brain and she just nodded, not caring as he slid the keys from her nerveless fingers.

The car roared to life. She didn’t know where the stranger was taking her, nor did she care as long as she could feel him against her, on her, inside her…

The ride was short and done in silence. The car came to a standstill and she looked at the dark silhouettes outside. Momentary panic flared in her mind, but the smoldering passion extinguished the flick of emotion. Tall, dark trees surrounded the car, flashes of lightning lit the surroundings..they were alone. If something should go wrong, no one will hear her.

A warm hand distracted her from her racy thoughts and she watched with huge eyes as the stranger treated her to yet another devastating smile. Her eyes caught the perfect row of teeth…did she just…? No, impossible! Desire and fear were playing mind games with her and she shook her head slightly.

“Have you ever made love in the rain?” The low rumble in his voice tapped down her spine.

“No.” her face was aflame, was she actually going to make love to a total stranger?!

“Trust me.” The fear was threatening to overwhelm her and he edged closer, enveloping her with thoughts of things yet to come…steamy things.

His hand tangled in her auburn tresses, his pads massaging the soft scalp. Her body flopped towards his, her face tilted towards him, her lips begging to feel the first touch of his. A surge of electricity buzzed through her as his tongue snaked between her lips. His kiss was gentle yet demanding. His mouth fused with hers, stealing the breath from her lungs, his hand cupped her nape, bringing her as close as humanly possible. A slight burn made her gasp and she paused for a brief moment, only to be slammed back against his chest. The slight nick in her lip gave Jon just that edge he needed. Tiny droplets of blood trickled onto his tongue and he grunted appreciatively. Her taste was a mixture between exotic spices and honey…tantalizing.

Cold air suddenly brushed against her side and she blinked, confused at the open car door and the hand held out from the darkness. Laying her palm against his, she slid from the car. The rain was pelting down on her skin, mirroring the rush she felt at her core.

Lightning painted the night in silver and she whimpered as perfection stood before her, his face passion filled, his lips swollen…Her vision was suddenly impaired and warmth restored as his body slid against her own.

Strong hands splayed against her hips, trapping her against the car, lifting her slightly to fit his frame. A surge of blood burst into her womb as her body became aware of the thick steel pressing into her skin.

Vertigo slammed into Jon as he experienced her intense reaction to his aroused body so close to hers. He groaned slightly as he leaned into her, burying his face in her neck, sniffing at the sweet nectar pulsing there. His body was starved, making him vulnerable and dangerous. Stroking her hair gently, Jon grimaced at the uncontrollable tremor in his hand. He had to still the craving inside him, he had to before…his fangs grazed her skin and he yanked his head up as he heard her whimper in pain. Seeking the dark patch on her skin, he lowered his mouth, sliding his lips over the scrapes, easing the discomfort. Her body became plaint again and he slid away from that tempting spot…just one quick bite and….

Swift hands peeled the soaking wet blouse from pale skin.  He had to focus on something else! Another flash revealed, tiny nubs standing proudly. Her collarbones were etched against her skin, her heaving chest sliding her naked breasts against his shirt…