Chapter 151

Ciara looked up at the clear, starry night. Her hair blew softly in the light breeze, the cool breeze brushed over her heated face. It was full moon tonight, a lover’s moon…

What was he doing right now? Was he jumping around on the stage, sweat dripping from his face, clothes clinging to his tight, muscled body? Or was he in the arms of a woman, easing his passion, feeding from her vein, sinking into her awaited heat.

Ciara shuddered as her thoughts left a moist pool between her thighs. How she longed to be in his arms, seeing his glowing azure eyes shine from the darkness, his sharp fangs scraping along her neck, sinking into her skin, his steel easing into her, his body thrusting, taking her higher…

“Oh God! I have to stop it!” She shook her head to clear her thoughts, the material of her halter neck dress scraped her sensitive nipples, her hands moved towards their heaviness, cupping it gently, stroking to ease the ache there.

A rustle in the bushes made her sit up in alarm. Xander would never scare her like that, he always made sure she saw him before she heard him…

“Who’s there?”

Her senses pricked, her body was suddenly drowned in molten lava, the ache in her stomach flared, forcing a moan from her.

Cobalt glowed from the thick bushes, Ciara blinked.

Was she hallucinating?



As he stepped from the darkness, her breath hitched in her throat.

The moon lit his blonde bangs, his smile flashed a perfect row of sparkling white teeth. His scent wafted towards her, wrapping her in a swirl of welcome and love but it was his voice that plucked her from her frozen state. Three buttons were unbuttoned, flashing a healthy patch of male chest.

“Happy belated birthday baby.”

He had watched her as she sat there in the stream of the moonlight, the moon loved her beauty, bathing her in its glow, she was like a dream.

Her thoughts were about him and it took all his strength not to swoop up to her and crush her slender curves to his, suffocating her doubts about other women, giving life to her pent up passion…giving it full reign.

Her scent was thick and sweet in the air, the scent of the other vampire and…was it another vampire’s as well ? ... mingled with her own and Jon’s jaw tightened. Had he come too late?

Focusing on her well being he sensed her core drenched in unquenchable desire. His hunger clawed at his stomach, his insides twisting painfully as it recognized the scent it had been craving for so long.

His arms opened and her body jerked to life. She reached him a few seconds later. She collapsed into him as his arms closed around her, holding her tightly in his embrace.

Her face was buried in his chest taking gulps full of his essence. Her hands cramped into his shirt, refusing to let go.

“Its you…its really you!” She muttered in disbelief, her warm tears ran down his naked chest, her heat scalded his cool skin, even her tears were warm…

He kissed her on the top of her hair, burying his nose in her sweet scented curls.

“It’s me baby…in the flesh.”

Her curves trembled in shock, she didn’t seem to get enough of him and she grabbed his shirt even tighter trying to melt into him.

“I thought I’d never see you again…why did you come here? Xander will kill you!”



Ciara felt his body stiffen at the mention of Xander’s name.

“I told you I’d come for you. I always keep my promises.”

“I don’t deserve you!” Her tearstained face lifted towards his. His eyes dropped to her slightly open lips and he growled.

His mouth clamped hungrily on hers, her tongue snaked from her mouth, seeking his tongue, teasing, stroking. He tightened his arms around her and realized he was crushing her when she whimpered into his mouth.

Her searing palms stroked his chest restlessly.

She was wild and hungry in his arms, her body swayed enticingly against his, her pelvis grinding mercilessly at his growing member.

Jon fought for control, he knew he couldn’t lose himself and he struggled to keep his mind clear and his senses sharp. If the other vampire caught them unawares he will kill him, even Ciara in a blind rage.

Ciara broke the kiss, her lips nuzzled along his jaw, making her way down his neck.

Her thoughts tumbled into his mind.

“You are hungry huh?” He felt her nod against his neck. “Sssssss…Sweet Jesus baby!”

Her tiny rows of teeth had sunk into his neck so viciously it had drawn blood, but by her restless moaning he knew it wasn’t enough. Jon stilled her frenzy, pressing his finger against his neck, he sliced quickly. A river of blood streamed down his neck and Ciara clamped greedily onto the offering.

Shifting quickly he settled her onto the tiny garden table, moving in between her thighs. Her mouth was still licking, her throat swallowing hungrily.

“Remember not too much, Sweet thing. We don’t want you to get sick.” He pulled from her when she refused to stop.

She whimpered pitifully. Laughing softly, he stroked the blood from her lips, dipping his thumb into her mouth she sucked, ridding it from his blood.

A storm brewed in his flashing orbs and Ciara let go of his thumb as she read the message there. Sliding her hands around her neck, she unclasped the halter neck keeping the dress together. Her fingers opened, letting the material slid down, exposing her swollen breasts to his searing eyes.

“Oh God sweetheart! You are NOT playing fair are you!” the rumble was lost between her breasts.

Ciara’s body lost all control and she tumbled onto the cold steel of the table, her hands buried in his hair.

His mouth played with her pulsing nubs, rolling it between his lips, he nipped, sucking strongly.

“Jon!” Her back arched from the table, her hands grabbed at his shirt, opening the last pesky buttons she was free to roam across his chest, relearning the planes of his muscles and the way they rippled at her touch.

Ciara’s hips were lifted from the table, her dress slipped down her curves, leaving her beautiful body to be bathed by the moonlight.

“My moonlight goddess…” ,his eyes were devouring her, his hands traced across her heated skin. Something caught his eyes and Ciara grew cold realizing the reason for his vicious snarl.

“Did he do that?” Her hand covered the painful puncture wounds above her panty line. She couldn’t bare the hate in his eyes.

“Did he mistreat you? The fucking bastard I’ll tear his heart out!”

Pain and anger squeezed his heart until he thought it might explode. Wasn’t it enough that he took her body? Was it necessary to treat her like this? Branding her with his fangs?!

Jon caught a change in the air and his head whipped up.

“He is close by. You have to get dressed.”

Fear turned her fingers to lame, useless fumbling nothings and it was up to Jon to fasten the dress.

“What are we going to do Jon? Xander is strong, he might kill you!”

Staring deeply into her eyes, he smiled.

“You need to listen. Now is the time to trust me. Do you trust me?”

“Yes!”

“What I want you to do is to go back into the house and act as if nothing had happened. I suggest you have a quick shower before he sense my scent on you and then you do as you always do when he comes home.”

Ciara stilled.

“Tonight is going to be different. I have promised him that…that …”

Pain tore through Jon’s gut, his eyes turned towards the sparkling diamond ring.

“Ssshhh…its ok baby… just act normal. Don’t give him any reason to be suspicious.”

“What are you going to do?”

His eyes flashed, his mouth plundered hers for a heart stopping moment before he stepped back.

“Trust me.”

She watched as he disappeared into the night….