Chapter 105

Ciara entered the dressing room a few days later after she heard a curt response to her knocking. Jon was standing in front of the mirror, a towel hugging his hips.

“You are late.” Irritation speared towards her.

Ciara swallowed as he turned accusing eyes her way. He turned around and she just managed to stop herself from retreating as he walked towards her.  She wouldn’t be able to handle any physical contact from him right now.

“I apologise but Jesse is acting up a bit and ...”

“Are you telling me my son is misbehaving?” his eyes were icy as it rested on her.

“No! That’s not what I mean. He is unhappy about returning home. He wanted to stay a bit longer.”

“Well he can’t.” He held his hand out and she handed him his pants.

“Yes I know.” Her voice wavered for a moment and his hand stilled on his towel.

The anger he felt simmering just beneath the surface was snuffed like a candle in the wind. His first smile in days wavered on his handsome lips, she seemed as vulnerable as a newborn fawn and he felt like an ass for snapping at her.

“Is that tears I see?” He stepped closer. Ciara bit down on her lip, ordering her heart to be still.

“No.” She bowed her head, her eyes fell on naked feet and she closed her eyes. Naked she could handle, a naked Jon, a totally different story.

“Liar.” His lips brushed her ear. His freshly showered scent tickled her nose, his warmth radiating from him. She could so easily lean into him, she could....

“I’m going to miss him you know. He is such a sweet boy.” Her wobbly voice somersault his stomach and he reached for her, tipping her face upwards with an index finger.

Tears turned her brilliant emerald eyes to shimmering jade pools and he just stared, sure that he had never seen such expressive eyes in his life before.

“There would be other times.”

“Of course. I think you need to get dressed. You are going to be late.”

“Scared I’ll be late or scared of naked men in general?”

Snapping her chin up, she challenged him.

“I’m not a stupid little girl, Jon. I’ve had my fair share of naked men in my life.”

“If you say so.” She saw the twinkle in his eyes too late.

His hand snapped at the towel. The towel tumbled to the floor to Ciara’s greatest consternation.

Reaching for Jon’s shirt she tried her damndest not to ogle his perfection so perfectly at display.

His taunting laugh raised her hackles and she glared at him, holding his shirt out for him.

Instead of taking it he stepped closer slipping his arm into the sleeve. Lifting his other arm to do the same he ended up rubbing up against her, his ass brushing her hips. Fire ignited between them.

As if in slow motion he turned. Ciara gasped at the passion flaring in his eyes, not sure what to do she reached for his shirt, her fingers fumbling with his buttons.

Her eyes focused on the work at hand although she could feel his burning eyes focused on her, searing her insides.

“I don’t bite you know.” Ciara jumped as the words rolled off his tongue. Jon’s face and sharp fangs flitted across her mind, she almost whimpered.

Her eyes darted towards the pearly whites. She licked her tongue nervously.

“I believe you.”

“Liar.” It was a whisper.

Not sure she could stand the sexual tension between them any longer, she moved away.

“I’m sure you can button up the last one? I’m going to get Jesse, I promised him we will watch the show tonight.”

“Scaredy cat.”  His relentless taunting turned her insides into a puddle.

~~~

Jon’s energetic body and strong voice kept the masses mesmerized. Ciara could only stare at the show unfolding before her. She had the strangest feeling of déjà vu and she shuddered as her stomach flipped for the umpteenth time.

“Daddy is going to be soooo tired tonight!” Jesse bobbed and clapped his hands as “It’s my life” filled the air, accompanied with thousands of screaming fans.

Ciara nodded at the little boy. She couldn’t drag her eyes from Jon even if she tried. His energy was astounding, his sex appeal created havoc on her and probably the rest of the women race as well.

Ciara felt someone watching her and she tore her gaze from Jon only to meet Richie’s dark smiling eyes.

He was just as she saw him in her visions. Sweaty, smiling and cradling the guitar like a precious possession, his long fingers strumming expertly, but somehow this time she didn’t feel apprehension as she watched him. 

She was made for this moment and it felt so right, so real somehow. She was meant to be here tonight...

Answering his smile with one of her own she turned her attention to the lead singer once again.

The show was drawing to a close and so was Jesse’s energy. The little boy was trying his best to keep his little head from nodding and she smiled as she picked him up, feeling her heart swell with motherly love as the boy snuggled his head into the crook of her neck.

“You want commitment, take a look into these eyes. They burn with fire, just for you now. Until the end of time. I would do anything, I’d beg , I’ steal I’d die to have you in these arms tonight...”

Jon’s voice pulled at her core and her body swayed to the love song, her eyes feasting on the sweaty man making love to his mic.

As if he knew how he affected her, he suddenly met her gaze, holding it, making her feel like she was the only woman on the face of the world.

The woman with his child in his arms was driving him to the point of distraction. She was spun in his web of seduction, her thoughts turning his body into a tight ball of need and fierce want.

Ciara gasped as Jon fell onto his knees. One hand cradling the mic, the other, spanning his chest...then it suddenly shot out, reaching towards the crowd.

“I’d hold you, I’d need you. I’d get down on my knees for you. And make everything alright...”

Her heart leaped in her chest and she felt weak at the knees.  His dramatic display could turn any woman into a mess. She shook herself out of her captivated state.

Jesse’s weight bore down on her and she turned and walked away with his voice booming in her ears, promising her his undying love until the end of time...

Chapter 104

The flight to their next destination went smoothly and Ciara sighed, relieved that they had settled Ksenia into her bed without any hiccups.

Jesse was a bundle of boundless energy on the plane but by the time they have arrived the little boy was pooped, nodding sleepily on Ciara’s lap as she waited for Jon to join them.

The two men exited Ksenia’s bedroom and for the first time in what seemed like years, they smiled.

“I take it Ksenia is getting better?” She smiled hopefully.

“Yep, all the signs are there. She is going to be weak for quite some time but she is definitely on the mend.” Richie looked deathly tired.

Jon took the dead weight of his son from her lap and she stood up.

“Why don’t I keep watch over Ksenia tonight and you to get some much needed sleep? You have a show in a few days and you look like a zombie Richie. No offence.” She brushed a quick look Jon’s way. He looked well rested and as handsome as sin. Nothing seemed to faze him...ever!

For her trouble she received a drop dead gorgeous flash of pearlies. Man! This guy played havoc on her senses. She hated herself as she felt the slow lick at her core, trying to ignore the tug of want emerging from within her femininity.

“You are a sweetheart! Are you sure you want to do this? She can get quite feisty when she gets feverish.” Richie seemed unsure.

“Of course I’m sure! If something goes wrong, I’ll call you. I promise.”

“Well sweet heaven! I’m going to kill my bed tonight! Jon can I bunk at your place tonight? If I have to sleep on the couch one more time...”

“My hotelroom is empty. Why don’t you stay in mine for the night?”, Ciara offered.

Richie took one giant step towards her and left a loud smack on her forehead.

“You are an angel in disguise. Thank you Sweetie!”

Ciara giggled at his unexpected display of affection.

She had met he first gentle giant.

“You are most welcome sir.” She squeezed his arm.

A low rumble turned their heads in unison.

Jon swiftly cleared his throat, heading towards the door. A burrow between his eyebrows darkened his face.

“I’m going to get my boy to bed. See you all in the morning.”

“G’night Jon.”

~~~

Ciara stepped from the shower, towelling herself vigorously she felt her skin tingle all over. She wished this dreaded nausea spells she experienced these last couple of days would ease up or disappear all together. Her appetite was out of whack and for some absurd reason she craved something, hell knows what it was! She had tried sweet, salty, sour and spicy and none of it could appease this silly craving.  Ciara walked into the bedroom.

Ksenia was sleeping so peacefully, she had decided to clear her tired mind by taking a quick shower, dressing in her nighties and warm fuzzy gown.

There was a long night ahead of her, so she brought her book with, the best companion for a lonely night ahead.

Ciara winched as she settled into the oversized chair in the room. Her muscles felt stiff and unyielding for some reason. Her queasy stomach demanded food but she knew the moment she tried something, she’ll feel sick again. The only explanation could be that she was coming down with something and Ciara sent a quick prayer up to heaven, hoping that whatever Ksenia had wasn’t contagious.

With a steamy cup of hot chocolate and a packet of biscuits, Ciara snugged into the chair, she flipped open the book, ready to disappear into the world of fantasy and romance.

Ciara must have nodded off and she jumped slightly. Something had woken her, what it was, she wasn’t sure.

Her book was lying on the floor and she smiled, convinced that it was the culprit that woke her.

Ksenia jerked on the bed and Ciara stood up, moving towards the bed.

Her head was thrashing from side to side. Her face distorted into a mask of fear.

“No!....I’m sorry...so sorry...please don’t hurt me. Don’t put me in with them! Please no!” Her hands came up in defence, her tiny voice raising the hair on Ciara’s neck.

 Brushing the back of her hand over Ksenia’s forehead she felt the definite presence of fever again.

Racing towards the bathroom she returned with cold cloths, her voice soothing the pleading girl.

“Sshhhhh...its alright now. You have a fever again, its just bad dreams. Its ok now...” she wiped the burning forehead.

“You have to get out before they get you too.” Ciara gasped as she stared into glassy eyes of her friend. Naked fear shone from the dilated pupils.

“We are in a hotelroom Sweetie. Nothing is going to get us. We are safe.” She whispered softly while her hand stroked.

“Only Jon and Richie can protect us. They will come for us. I  don’t want them to hurt me again. See what they do?” She was wrenching on the bandage at her wrist.

“No, Ksenia. Don’t do that. You are going to hurt yourself.”

Ksenia yanked at the bandage and Ciara sit back in shock.

Two puncture wounds jumped out at her. Blood started to wiggle down her skin.

Something oppressive enveloped Ciara and she shivered in fear. Grabbing the bandage she kept herself busy by winding it back where it belonged. 

“We are safe here. Everything is just fine. Jon and Richie won’t let anything happen to us.”

“They won’t let them take me back. They promised.” She turned onto her side, she had calmed down quite a bit but Ciara could feel her fever radiating from her body.

“No they won’t. Jon and Richie will keep their word.” Ciara had no idea what they were talking about but just by mentioning Jon and Richie’s names she seemed to calm down quite a bit.

“Will you please stroke my back? It hurts so bad.” Ksenia stared at her with feverish eyes.

Ciara sat on the edge of the bed. Gliding her hand over the girl’s back she bit back a sob as she felt the ripple of spasms gripping Ksenia’s back muscles.

The girl had quieted down but Ciara kept stroking, kneading softly, easing the tight knots.

Ksenia’s words played over and over in her mind; it haunted her until she broke into soft sobs.

 “Do you want me to take over?”

Ciara’s head snapped up as she stared at Jon. It almost seemed as if he had come out of the shadows.

“Where...?”                                                                             

“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’ll check up on you two, seems like I’ve arrived just in time.” His face was trained on her tear streaked cheeks.

“She’s running a bit of a fever again and she has these awful muscle spasms.” She sat back to display the rippling muscles on the girl’s back.

Jon’s eyes grew hard.

“There should be some strong painkillers in her medicine bag. Why don’t you get it for her?”

Ciara went in search for the painkillers. Coming back a few minutes later she was about to announce her failure in finding the meds when she stopped dead in her tracks.

Jon’s hands were cupping the girl’s fragile face, staring into her eyes intently, he whispered gently to her in a language she had never heard before.

Mesmerised at the scene before her she almost felt guilty when his eyes turned her way.

“I..I couldn’t find the painkillers. I looked everywhere.”

Tucking the girl in like a small child, he smiled her way. His eyes gentle, his lips pulled into a slight grin.

“She won’t be needing it after all. I think she will have a good night after this.” He stood up from the bed, closing the distance between them.

Ciara could feel her heart galloping in her ears as she watched him coming closer. Her being was pulled towards him and all she could do was watch...wait...

His breath brushed over her face as she spoke, his eyes drew her in, captured her.

“You haven’t eaten yet.”

His voice rippled down her spine.

“I had a few biscuits...”

“That’s not a meal Ciara. You have to look after yourself. Do you want me to get you something to eat?”

Ciara was lost in the sapphire jewels so close to her face, she could almost imagine the taste of his lips.

“Ciara...” his voice was a growly warning.

She blinked and took a step backwards.

“I...I’m not really hungry.” Only for you.

“Don’t say things like that!” He stepped closer.

“I didn’t....” Ciara panicked, taking another step backwards, she found herself flush with the cold wall against her back.

Jon hadn’t missed a step and was now pushed up against her, caging her between the cold wall and the warmth of his body.

“I’m hungry for you. God knows its wrong but I can’t help myself anymore...” his voice brushed her senses.

His thumb stroked the fullness of her lower lip, the rest of his fingers capturing her head to bring it closer to him.

As if her body knew him, she melted into his hardness, surrendering to his onslaught.

His tongue slipped past her parted lips, delving hungrily into her mouth, it explored, claimed.

Ciara’s hands found the springy bangs of his hair, stroking slowly, she cupped his nape, holding him so close to her.

The kiss was devastating to her senses, scorching every nerve ending. It left her shaky when he eventually pulled away.

Realisation dawned as his touch fell away. Her cheeks flared with embarrassment and without thinking she slapped him good and hard.

Shock and anger flashed in his eyes and she held her breath, suddenly terrified at the violence she saw there.

“I don’t kiss married men. Don’t ever manhandle me like that again.”

“From where I stood this was mutual. You’re only fooling yourself, no one else , but let me warn you, don’t ever do that again Ciara. EVER. I will not be held responsible for what I do to you if you ever slap me again.” He stepped back, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Ciara sagged against the wall. An icy breeze gusted through the room and when she looked up she was alone.

Chapter 103

Jon slipped from the slow breathing body. Her heart was beating slow as sleep claimed her. He took his time and brushed an intimate stare over her lovely curves, feeling a deep seated growl of male pride rise from within as he acknowledged the rosy skin of a woman been made proper love to.  Dark smudges on her left arm brought a frown to his face and he cursed himself for treating her so harshly the night Jesse got hurt.

Gathering her clothes, he dressed her slowly, whispering words of enchantment to her, making sure she stayed in her hypnotic state.

Jon had just tucked her in when his phone started pealing sharply. Answering the phone, he turned his back at her, speaking softly as to not wake her up.

“Bro’ I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I need your help. Ksenia is bad.”

“I’m on my way.” He snapped the phone shut and was just about to turn when he heard her voice behind him.

“Is everything ok? I must have fallen asleep.”

Looking down at his scratched and bitten torso he looked over his shoulder.

“That’s ok. I just brought you a blanket. I didn’t want to wake you up, you had a bad day today.”

Her cheeks pinkened suddenly and he immediately knew what she was thinking about. His body responded by growing hard instantly.

“I have to go. Richie called me.”

Ciara threw the blankets off her instantly.

“I’m coming with you. Is Ksenia ok?”

“She is very sick Ciara. There isn’t anything you can do for her. We’ve been through this before, we know what to do.”

“Well I don’t care what you say, I’m coming with.”

There was just no stopping this stubborn woman. Jon gritted his teeth and made his way towards the bedroom.

Ciara sat on the edge of the couch. Her hand clamped at the arm rest. She must have been more tired that she realised! Her head was swimming and she felt unsteady on her feet!

Jon entered the room moments later with a sleeping boy hunched against his shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

Ciara took a deep breath and stood up. Stumbling forward, her hand groped into the air to steady herself and bumped into a male bicep.

“Are you ok?” Jon’s eyes flashed.

“I feel dizzy all of a sudden. Maybe it was just a long day, I’ll be ok.” Ciara focused on his face and her eyes seemed to stop at his lips.

“There is something on your lips...” She came closer to inspect more closely but Jon flicked his tongue and it was gone. The taste of Ciara’s blood tingled on his tongue and he swallowed quickly, suppressing the saliva threatening to choke him.

Would he ever get enough of her taste?

“Ciara...Richie is waiting.”

She looked away quickly, taking her hand from his arm she walked slowly towards the door.

Jon opened the door for Ciara without knocking, flicking his head for her to go in.

They found Richie in the bedroom, a sopping, squirming girl in his arms.

“It hurts Richie, please make it stop! Call Jon! He’ll take the pain away...” she pleaded at him, her tear stricken face focused on his.

“I called him honey. He is on his way.”

“I’m here.” Jon answered grimly, his eyes trained on the couple on the bed.

The sweat soaked sheets lay crumpled at the girls waist and only Richie’s bulked prevented her nudity to be visible to the people standing at the door.

Ksenia’s head turned towards them.

“Jon! Oh God please, make this stop!” She had noticed the girl standing at Jon’s side but the pain was too intense to care, Jon had to open her vein and rid her of the fever gnawing at her insides.

“Could you please take Jesse with you and wait for us in the lounge?” It was more of an order than a request but his voice seemed unnaturally calm, unnerving Ciara even more.

What was Jon suppose to do to help Ksenia? The girl was on the brink of hysteria, pleading for Jon to help her.

Ciara took the sleeping boy from Jon and was about to walk away when a warm brush of his hand stroke her cheek.

“You feeling ok to carry him?” He was searching her face.

“Yes, yes I am.” A fuzzy tingle twirled in her core.

“Ksenia will be ok. Don’t worry about her.” She was almost sure he was going to kiss her but his hand fell away as he turned towards the bed.

Settling the sleeping boy on the couch, Ciara made her way towards the small kitchen.

Her nerves were shot and no movie or tv program would keep her attention for long. She could just as well make them all a cup of coffee.

Ksenia’s incoherent please filtered through the door, setting Ciara’s teeth on edge. What in the hell was going on there?

Whatever they were doing to her caused her pain but then again, she begged for their help...Jon’s help...

Ciara was nursing the cup in her hand and by the time she took the last sip she had lost all taste in her mouth.

Her stomach clenched nervously and when the door opened she jumped.

Jon and Richie’s strained faces searched for her and she stood up, her heart going out to them as she saw the devastating effect Ksenia’s illness brought them.

“Can I go and see her?”

Richie nodded and sank into the empty couch, accepting her offer of coffee with a slight smile.

Ciara slipped into the room. The girl was settled on a clean set of sheets, her pale features matching the bedding underneath her.

Sweat glued her long hair to her face, her shallow breathing the only sound in the room.

Ciara sank into the chair next to the bed, her eyes never leaving the sick girl’s face.

“Are you feeling better now?” She whispered.

“It still hurts but it will go away soon.” She slipped her wrist from under the sheets and Ciara gasped as she saw the bandage covering the tiny wrist.

“What happened there?” Was it blood oozing through it?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s something that needs to be done. The only way...” her voice faltered as she tried to catch her breath.

How weak she had become in a matter of hours!

“Jon always makes it better...” Her eyelids were droopy and not long after, it shuttered close.

Chapter 102

Jon looked over at the two ragdolls slumping on the couch just as the end of the movie flicked across the screen.

A tender smile splayed across his face.

Jesse was snuggled into Ciara’s side, his little hand nestled between her breasts. Ciara’s dark curls covered half of her face, her arm holding the little boy safely in her embrace.  Long lashes shadowed down her cheeks and Jon cocked his head as her slow, rhythmic heartbeat reached his ears. Jesse’s light heartbeat matched hers and he sat, listening to the peaceful thrumming, their slow breathing filling the air.

Pulling the boy gently from her, he settled him in bed, returning to the exquisite magnet cuddled on his couch.

Should he wake her? Make love to her...feed from her? Keep her?

His hunger seemed insatiable these days but his love...no lust for her even more so.

His fangs nudged through his gums without encouragement and Jon knew instinct had decided for him.

Jon slid onto the couch, pulling her gently towards him she moaned faintly, but quieted down moments later as his hands cradled her face.

Her pliant curves hunched against his chest and he took a deep breath, savouring her scent that was hers alone. The honeyed fragrance of her mahogany curls surrounded him and he grabbed a fistful of curls, burying his face into the softness, gulping greedily at the sweet aroma.

His fingertips found the minute tick in her temples, circling it slowly, he leaned forward, murmuring,” Renuntarea la miezul noptii "ile sarut. Renuntarea la decat Bliss. I entwines organisme ca unul. Inimile renuntarea la miezul noptii calatorii, renuntarea la iubita "S" Farmece.|

“Open your eyes Ciara, show me those beautiful green eyes...”

Her eyelids flickered for a few seconds before they obeyed the gentle request. Dreamy cat eyes shined into his, her pupils dilated and hypnotic.

Lifting himself, he settled onto his knees, cradling her between his strong thighs. His fingers slipped from her temples towards her nape, cupping her head, he marvelled at the satiny feel of her hair brushing over his fingertips. Tipping her head ever so slightly, he lowered his lips, stroking her eyelids.  Soft, feathery kisses skimmed her eyelids, the tip of her nose and then...her lips. Passion overrode any sense and he crushed her lips with his, her surrender sighed into his mouth as she afforded him entrance to her warm cavern.

Their tongues duelled with each other, dancing in lovers’ embrace. Ciara’s soft curves melted into his hard frame. Her hands stroked his chest, the warmth of her hands soaked through to his skin, sending an explosion of lava through his body. Impatient hands slipped to his waist, seeking the bunching muscles underneath. The material slid higher, and with it her warm seeking mouth...

An unholy growl emitted from Jon’s fanged mouth as Ciara’s mouth meshed with the wall of his abdomen. Her fingernails scraped over his nipples and Jon’s body bucked as a blend of pain and unbearable pleasure zinged through him.

“Ooohhhh good Ciara!” Jon groaned while she treated him to her fiery ministrations, he had to swallow hard, forcing the saliva pooling in his mouth as his hunger stampeded through his gut.

His hands captured her face, stealing one more kiss from her lips he settled her against his chest, trying to beat his out of control feelings back to where it belongs. Ciara’s palms spread over his pecs , he nails raking ever so slowly over his skin. Keeping her tightly in his embrace, he rested his head on hers, breathing her essence, allowing the scent of her arousal to set a pace to his own desires.

Shock suddenly rippled through Jon and he snapped his head down, looking at Ciara in disbelief.

Two neat rows of teeth marks welled up from his chest, her passion filled eyes stared back at him, a droplet of blood on her lip taunted Jon and his fangs inched lower, the smell of his own blood charging a flare of excitement through his veins.

His fingers twined in her hair, bringing her face closer to his slightly bleeding chest he coaxed, his voice vibrating with passion and hunger, “Taste me Ciara...”

Her tongue darted out, licking at the trickle of blood oozing from the tiny punctures. Her breathy groan had him tighten his hold on her locks and he leaned back, affording her as much access as she craved. Her swollen lips rolled over his skin, her tongue flicked up and down, left to right. Ciara’s nails dug into his skin, scraping inches of red trails down his body. 

Jon hissed, Ciara whimpered.

He realised he was hurting her and he gathered himself quickly, easing the tension on her scalp.

“Forgive me baby...you drive me so wild. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” It was but a hoarse whisper.

Ciara felt the cold night air on her skin as Jon eased her shirt off her shoulders, his thumbs brushed her nipples turning them into tight balls of pleasure.

She focused on the face above her. Somehow her vampire lover and Jon’s face was one. He had the strong chiselled features of Jon but the sharp fangs of her vampire. The eyes....the eyes were glowing orbs, a jumbled mixture of human and creature. She couldn’t understand how or why her mind played tricks on her. He was man and vampire, mortal and immortal fused together in one powerful, erotic package. She yielded to the knowledge and gave her passion full reign, submerging into this world her mind had thrown her into.

Jon relaxed as she abandoned her thoughts, welcoming the sweet cloak of her desire.

Her soft breasts flattened against his chest, the ample swell of her buttocks begged to be released from their clothed prison and Jon obliged, stripping her slowly.

Ciara’s hands hand a mind of their own and they fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, tugging sharply. Their naked bodies melted into each other, two lost puzzles finding its perfect match.

 Jon’s mouth nuzzled at her lips, searching for the feminine curve of her jaw. His fangs scraped hungrily over her skin, his tongue tasting the woman that causes his loins to melt...

Ciara held her breath as her lover lowered his mouth to the bulge in her neck. Where she used to feel panic she felt eager to feel his fangs sink into her flesh, his mouth sucking strongly at her vein.

Jon stilled at her thoughts...

Ciara’s hands entwined behind his head, her fingers massaged his scalp as she whispered.

“Take me....now.”
A possessive snarl was followed by a quick crunch as he sank into her neck. Ciara leaned back, exposing her neck to the hungry vampire lapping at neck. Fervour flooded Ciara’s whole being and she shuddered in ecstasy, her body melting into him, rubbing wantonly like a starved kitten against its master, begging for attention.

Jon lifted her as if she was weightless, her legs closed around his waist and he gathered her closer, his erection pressing at her sweet entrance. Pressing her into the couch, he laid her down gently. She opened like a flower in spring, arching upwards she moaned as she felt the steely moistness of his tip rubbing against her pulsing nub.  Jon’s mouth never left her pulsing vein, she felt so soft, so wet, so damn right...He stilled for a moment before he plunged into her awaiting heat.

He stole her breath with his mighty thrusts and all she could do was speak with her body, joining his unforgiving rhythm, rocking with him, giving as much as she took.

Her body tightened within and Jon deepened his penetration even more, his mind was a whirlpool of astonishing bliss as he felt her around him, flowing within him.  He could feel his own zenith tore trough his body.

“Oh....Ooooooooooooh.....Jon!” She cried as her slight frame spasmed, her eyelid fluttered open. Her mind had called to a man but she was in the arms of a vampire. She had expected his fury but there was none, his face was crooked into a satisfied smirk and flashing azure irises.

His strong body covered her own, sheltering her from the cool night air. His warm lips traced lazy kisses across her shoulders, his tongue lapped for a few moments at the puncture wounds drifting lower to nibble at her puckered pink nubs playfully.

A blanket of intimacy cocooned them in a world consisting of passionate hues of scarlet, cerise and lilac.

Ciara drifted on a cloud of fulfilment, her eyelids flickered close as her hands twirled softly over his back.

*Surrender to midnight’s kiss.

Surrender to fervent bliss.

Fervour entwines bodies as one.

Hearts surrender to midnight voyages, surrender to lover’s charms.

Chapter 101

Ciara was about to knock on the hotelroom when the door clicked open.

“We’re in the bathroom. Come join us.”

Ciara groaned as she imagined him in the bathroom all wet and na...

Why was he snickering?

Ciara gulped as her eyes glued onto the soaking wet man before her WITH clothes on. His shirt was plastered to his chest. His blonde bangs were glued to his scalp. Licking her lips nervously she could almost taste the drops running down his chest...

“Something wrong?” his devilish smile was baffling. Was his charm taps turned on 24/7?

“I’m just perfect! Why?”

“You seemed a bit ...uuhh..flustered?” His eyes burned into her already smouldering core.

Ignoring his taunting remark she focused on the boy in the towel.

“Why don’t I get you dressed before you catch a cold?”

“Scared?” his whisper taunted close to her ear. The sensual brush of his breath snagged her breath in her throat.

Taking the boy from him, she evaded his scorching stare but the electric charge as his hand brushed accidently against her breast could not be ignored and her treacherous body reacted unwillingly as her lungs contracted into a slight gasp.

~~

Dressed in his favourite pyjamas, he tagged his giraffe along with Ciara close on his heels.

Jon was waiting for them. The teasing aroma of pizza tickled their noses and they scampered closer.

“Supper is ready. Hope pizza is ok. I promised Jesse pizza sooooo...”

“Thank you. I’m ravenous!” Sitting down she licked her lips as the melted cheese on the pizza caught her eye.

“I’m ravivvenous too.” Jesse quipped, drawing laughter from the adults.

“Well....tuck in!”

Ciara sat down on the carpet, crossing her legs she settled in for a good meal.

“Are you comfortable like that?” Jon nodded towards her.

“Oh I’m perfect. I love sitting this way.” Taking a mighty bite from her pizza slice she groaned in appreciation. “Ooohhhhhmmmmmmm...now this is goooood pizza!”

Jon’s crotch caught fire and he bit viciously into his pizza. He had something else in mind to bite into but pizza had to do for now...

“I’m fuuulllll.” Jesse flopped onto the couch a while later, his little face shining from all the grease.

“Ohhhhh heck me too!” Ciara giggled, rubbing her tummy.

“Well that’s a pity I wanted to make us some milkshake but seeing as you two....”

“Milkshake! I want some daddy pleaasssee?!”



“Me too!” Ciara joined his son’s plea.

“Then you better come and help me. Jesse you choose a movie you would like to watch. We will be right back with the milkshakes ok?”

“Ok!”

“Why don’t you get the glasses I’ll get the milkshake going.”

Ciara hunted the glasses down, turning around she bumped into him, right into his arms.

With arms circling around her, she stuttered an apology.

“Apology accepted.” He didn’t let go, instead his bands of steel pulled her closer into his warmth.

Ciara’s heart drummed in her throat, clutching at the glasses she stammered.

“I’m going to drop the glasses.”

Tracing her lower lip with an index finger he smirked, “No you won’t.”

The magnetic pull was unmistakable, her body swung voluntary into his frame, her eyes locked with his morphing irises.

A flash of mauve flitted in his eyes and he drew in his breath, releasing it slowly. His unmistakable bulge pressed into her stomach and a low heat spiralled between her thighs.

His breath feathered her lips and her face lifted at its own accord. Warm, masculine lips nuzzled at her lower lip and she sighed contently.

Moistness tickled her upper lip and she opened up, welcoming his tongue.

“Why are you taking so long?” The magical thread dissipated, spewing them back to reality.

“We are...uuuhh...daddy is almost done. Why don’t we put the movie in so long?”

Ciara’s high pitched voice brought a satisfied grin to his face.

Jon balanced three glasses of milkshake in his hands when he came back a few minutes later.

“What are we watching?”

“Beauty and the beast.”

“Aaahhh the beauty falling in love with the ugly beast huh?”

“I love this movie.”

Silence stretched between them and she turned her head to meet his blazing blue eyes. So much expression in those eyes...



“It seems you have quite a bit of sympathy for monsters.”

“Excuse me?” Ciara frowned. How did he know that? Was he referring to her love for vampires?

Jon rapped himself mentally over the fingers. That was a slip up!

“Ssshhhh... the movie is starting.” He winked playfully, pointing towards the flashing screen.

Chapter 100

Ciara’s scent led him straight to Richie’s hotelroom. Rapping on the door he stood waiting, listening, his heart bouncing in his chest.

“You said we were going to Ciara.” Jesse accused with a pouty mouth.

“Ciara is ... Hey Rich. Ciara here?”

Richie’s strained face dropped Jon’s stomach to the floor.

“Ksenia is sick again.” He stepped to the side, widening the door for them to enter.

“Is she ok?” Jon felt guilty as relief flushed his insides. At least now he knew why she panicked.

“Ciara is with her. She is sleeping. We managed to break the fever, for now.” His friend looked weary.

Jon walked silently towards the bedroom, Jesse in tow.

The intimate scene flipped his heart in his chest.

Ciara’s tear stricken face was almost his undoing and he fought the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Jesse ran passed his father, a huge smile on his face until he saw the deathly pale Ksenia sleeping on the bed.

“Is she sick?” Jesse eyed her with innocent curiosity.

“Yes, she is sweetie but she is sleeping now, so hopefully she will feel better soon. Now tell me about your day.” She forced a smile onto her stiff face.

Jesse shook his head, his serious expression reflecting that of his father.

“Why were you crying? Are you feeling sick too?”

She could feel the blue eyes of her employer burning into her, playing see-saw with her emotions.

“I feel a bit sad because my friend is sick. Girls always cry a lot, didn’t you know?” she tried to cheer up the moment.

Jesse nodded.

“My sister always cries over nothing.”

“See? It’s a girl thing. Lets go into the lounge and then you can tell me about your day.” She stood up and took the boy’s hand.

“I bought you something....” Their voices drifted off as they left the room.

Richie joined Jon in the bedroom.

“She’s in a bad way. Haven’t been like this in a while.”

“Have you given her the meds yet?”

Richie nodded.

“Are you ok?”

Richie shrugged.

“I was scared out of my mind but Ciara helped me quite a bit. Just don’t know how we are going to explain this shit away. She saw the scars and wanted to know what caused it....she was scared shitless, she still is.”

Jon nodded, he knew that already.

“Yeah its a bit difficult to explain. Ksenia might think of something to say to her when she is better, for now we have to focus on Ksenia and getting her better soon.”

“I agree.”

“Do you need me for anything?”

“Nah I’m good.”

“I’m gonna order some food at least. You have to keep strong. If you need anything, just call.” Jon squeezed Richie’s shoulder.

“Thanks bro’.”

Jon walked in on his son’s animated chatter. Completing the order, he slipped the phone back.

Ciara was clutching the plush koala bear his son insisted he buy for her to her chest, while her eyes smiled on his son.

Jon silently slipped onto the couch next to her. Her scent filled his nose, her steady heartbeat thrummed in his ears.

“...and the monkey went like this whowhoweeeeehhahahaha...and then....” the boy was out of breath as he clambered around on the carpet, trying to mirror the monkey’s movements.

“Breath buddy!” Jon laughed softly.

“It seemed like you two had so much fun today, wow! I just love my koala bear.” She hugged the

bear to prove her point.

Jon cursed inwardly as his heart bounced in his chest. Could a grown man be jealous of a damn teddy bear?

His eyes were fixed on her beautiful face. She was so easy to love and gave her love so freely. Would he be the lucky one to receive that same love from her one day?

“Well this was a long day and I need to get you clean and fed before you fall asleep on me.”

“But I don’t wanna! I wanna stay with Ciara.”

Ciara smiled as she hugged the boy to her bosom.

“Aren’t you tired? You had a busy day.”

“No. I’m hungry. But I don’t want to go to sleep yet. Will you read me a story again tonight?”

Ciara’s feline eyes met sparkling blue ones, they almost seemed to beg too.

“If its alright with your dad. I’ll come and read you a story.”

“Why don’t you have dinner with us?” His voice stroked her senses. Goosebumps popped on her skin .

“What if Ksenia needs me?”

“Richie will look after her and if he needs us he’ll call, besides the medicine will probably keep her knocked out till tomorrow.”

Her head said no but her heart thumped yes...yes...yes!

Say yes.

“That would be nice, thank you. I’ll just check in on Ksenia quickly and say good night to Richie.”

Jon’s devastating smile did nothing for the giddiness coiling in her stomach.

Chapter 99

Ciara’s fingers punched the quick dial for the umpteenth time since.

“Pleasseeee Richie answer your phone...pllleeaassseee?!”

“Hi this is Richie....”

”Aarrrghhh dammit!” She slipped her phone into her demin pocket.

She was so ready to call a doctor it wasn’t even funny. Only Ksenia’s insistence that Richie will be able to help her kept her from dialling 911.

The sound of a lock been turned in the door, had her at a flat run.

“Richie! Oh thank God!”

She was ready to kiss his feet at that moment. His huge brown eyes shone friendly.

“Wooooaaa sweetie!”

His hands steadied her before she crashed into him.

“Ciara? What’s up girl?” Her pale expression cemented his feet to the floor.

“It’s Ksenia. She is sick and I tried to take her to the hospital but she wouldn’t....”

“Fuck! Not again!” He manoeuvred around her, rushing for the bedroom.

Ciara somehow kept up with his huge strides and stared at the scene before her.

“ Baby! When did this start again?”

“Huh? I....” her eyelids shuttered.

“She is so feverish! It started this morning and progressed quickly throughout the day. She doesn’t want any doctors, said that you or Jon would be the only people that can help. What can I do to help?”

“We need to get her into the bath. We have to cool her down.”

Ciara was already moving.

“Let me get that.”

Richie’s gentle voice whispered across the room, turning around for a quick glimpse she saw his huge palms stroking the small face.

Minutes later Ciara entered the room, what she saw before her almost brought her heart to a standstill. Ksenia was thrashing around, her fevered cries were pitiful, her hands groping the air as if to keep an unseen enemy from attacking.

Richie’s eyes met hers.

“We gotta get her into the bath. Could you please help me to undress her?”

“Yes...of course!”

Richie held firmly onto the squirming girl, coaxing her tenderly he nodded at Ciara.

Undressing an unwilling patient was worse than she imagined and she huffed as she undid the last button. Slipping the material from her, Ciara felt the world sway as she focused on the girl’s pale skin. Her gaze snapped up just to be caught by Richie’s. His grim expression told her to keep going, there was no time for questions.

Vicious lacerations marred the girl’s pearly skin. Long thick scars mapped her tiny back. What in God’s name did this...Who did this? Ciara swallowed at the nausea build in her stomach.

“Ciara...”

Her head whipped up.

“I’m sorry...lets get her to the bath.”

They lowered her burning frame slowly into the cool water. Strength seemed to invade the tiny girl and she screamed, her bodying snapping into a tight rope as she tried to avoid the shocking coldness.

“Ssshhh....honey we have to cool you down. Your fever is out of control.”

Delirious eyes begged at them.

“Please not the water. I’ll be ok. I need to sleep.”

“I’m sorry Sweetheart.” Richie’s eyes shone with unshed tears, his hands pressed into her, submerging her completely.

Minutes later the fight blew right out of her. Her body relaxed, her breathing slowed considerably.

“We can dry her now. Please hand me the towel.”

Ciara sniffed as she handed the towel.

Never in her life had she experienced something so heart wrenching in her life! What kind of life did this girl have? Her body was scarred for life, telling the tale of horrendous torture. Ciara couldn’t stop the tears from rushing down her face. What kind of animal could treat a human being like that?

“Why don’t you take a breather and let me dry her? You have done so much for her.”

Richie dropped the towel reluctantly.

“Yeah...ok. I have to get her meds too.” His tall frame appeared unsteady as he walked away.

Ciara rubbed lightly over the skinny arms of the girl. Ciara frowned as she bowed closer towards Ksenia’s skin. Tiny circular scars were stamped all over her arms, her stomach, her breasts! It almost seemed like...

She touched the tiny marks in her neck.

No, she was just imagining things. She was sure! Anything could have made marks like that, couldn’t it?

Ciara gritted her teeth as she went on with her task. Never in her life had she seen something like this! How could someone even survive torture like this?

Ciara rubbed gently while her tears fell into the towel, soaking up her heartache she felt for this girl.

“She is a tough girl, you know.”

Ciara fisted at the uncontrollable tears running down her face.

Richie was standing next to her, a strange looking bottle dwarfed in his hands.

“What went wrong in her life?” Ciara mustered a whisper.

“Not for me to tell, sorry Ciara. If Ksenia choose to share it with you, she will.” His voice was gentle but to the point.

“I understand. Its so horrible!” Ciara’s focus turned back to Ksenia when she suddenly tugged at the towel.

“No, I don’t want this...”

Ciara pulled the towel away from her.

“Does this happen often?”

Richie nodded, crouching closer, he spoke softly.

“Honey, you have to take you meds now. Its the only thing that will make you feel better soon.”

Glassy eyes flitted open and struggled to focus on the face so close to hers.

“Richie?”

“I’m right here and look, here is Ciara. We are worried about you. Please drink this?”

“I don’t wanna. It tastes bad.” Her voice was that of a young girl.

“I know, but I want you better, for me please?”

He supported her slight frame. She eyed the concoction suspiciously. Taking a quick swallow she gagged.

“That’s a girl. Now you sleep.”

She nodded compliantly; sagging back into the mattress she pulled the sheets up to her throat.

Ciara turned to walk out but Ksenia’s tiny voice stopped her.

“Ciara, please don’t leave?”

Ksenia’s hand reached for her and she closed the space between them, taking the bony fingers in her hand.

“I’ll be right here but you have to rest now ok?”

“’K.” Her eyes drifted close but her hand didn’t let up on its grip.