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  “But that’s what I wanted to discuss with you.” She rested a hand on his hip, and his cock jumped, engorged and throbbing.

  He jerked his hands to his sides. “Loni, there are aspects about me you don’t understand.”

  She trailed fingers up his torso. He hissed a breath through his teeth. Neither could see in the blackness, but he had a perfect image in his mind. He knew her blue eyes, like sunbursts, were focused on him.

  He clenched his hands into fists to keep from touching her again. The temperature in the elevator climbed higher. “It’s hot in here.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He tuned into the rustle of clothing. Sweet hell, she was removing her sweater. It was going to get hotter.

  She tugged on his shirttails.

  “Loni?”

  “Two hours can be a long time.”

  A lifetime. Hers if she didn’t cease touching, talking, tempting him. “Don’t.” He gripped her hand, stilling her movements. “Loni, we can’t.”

  “Are you going to tell me you aren’t attracted to me?” She ignored the pressure of his hand and pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants.

  “You know I am. But we work together.”

  “You’re the boss and there’s only the two of us, so who’s going to tell?” One button slipped free. “I’m compromising you.” Another button. “We’re in a high stress situation.” She finished unbuttoning his shirt and parted the linen. “And I’m afraid.”

  She didn’t sound afraid, rather seductive and—with the way her fingers caressed his skin—determined.

  Her lips fluttered against his sternum. “It’s too dark. I need human contact.”

  But I’m not human...not for three hundred years.

  She touched her tongue to his flesh.

  “Oh god.” Kelis grasped her by the shoulders, pushed her back against the elevator wall, and savagely sealed their lips. He couldn’t stop. The need to rip her clothing from her body, spread her thighs, and impale her on his cock was too great.

  No, he wouldn’t stop until he could escape this black, suspended box. But he wouldn’t feed, just fuck.

  Her lips parted. A brush of tongues. Erotic because it was Loni, but not nearly enough. He couldn’t seal their mouths, curl his tongue around hers and kiss her deeply, not without grazing her with his fangs. No, he couldn’t risk drawing blood. Instead, he coaxed her. Tongue to velvety tongue. Touching, tasting, drinking the hot sweet flavor of her mouth. Her supple skin heated with his touch.

  Kelis jerked away from the kiss. Pressure built. He growled and ground his cock into her mound. He didn’t want finesse or romance. Didn’t want to attach an emotional connection to what could only be a temporary solution to satiate his hunger. But this was survival—hers.

  Knowing they would need to leave the elevator fully clothed, he found patience and carefully unbuttoned her blouse. He couldn’t use his psychic shield with her, couldn’t let her know his true nature.

  “Let me.” She pushed his fingers out of the way and quickly had her blouse and bra off.

  “I can’t see you, but I’ve imagined touching you too many times not to know your body by heart.” He trailed a fingertip across her collarbone. Her pulse fluttered. “I know you in the dark because I’ve known you in my dreams.”

  She shuddered. “Please. Touch me.”

  “Never beg, my sweet.” He sipped her lips. “That you allow me to touch you is more than I can put into words.” Kelis held her close as he caressed her shoulder blade and down her back with one hand. Silken tresses fell like a curtain over his knuckles, past the strap of her bra.

  He traced her spine to the zipper of her skirt. The rasp of the teeth unlinking sounded loud in the small compartment, but then so did their heavy breathing. Loni shimmied her hips and her skirt fell to the floor.

  “Why, Ms. Soleil, I never would have guessed what you hid beneath your sensible clothing.” He slipped a finger beneath the stretchy lace of her thong panties. “What color are they?”

  “Ohhh. Pink. I think.” He feathered a touch across her abdomen. “No, I can’t think.”

  He reached around, grasped her buttocks, and lifted, aligning her mound to his bulging shaft.

  “Don’t think, just feel.” He put her hand on his bare chest. “Give in to the pleasure...give yourself to me.”

  Kelis endured the erotic torture of her hands on his flesh. Her thumb brushed his beaded nipple. Inching higher, she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and tugged it down his arms.

  Past his threshold for stimuli, Kelis toed off his wingtips, stripped off his socks, then dropped his slacks and briefs. Once naked, he went to his knees. Hooking a finger into the scraps of elastic, he slipped her panties over her hips and down her legs.

  He had to touch before he tasted, know her with his hands, fingers, then his mouth. In the sweltering heat, the musky essence from her pussy grew stronger. He palmed her silk-covered calves. “Spread your legs, my sweet.”

  She stepped wider. Her legs were toned and sculpted. Kelis gently tickled the back of her knee, tracked his fingertips higher to the edge of her thigh-high stockings.

  Her rapid breathing reflected the anticipation strumming through him. Finally, he inhaled deeply and slid his tongue between her moist, hot folds.

  “Oh Kelis, yes.” She gripped his shoulders.

  Dark, delicious flavors floated across his tongue. Sweet and musky. Unlike anything he’d tasted before. He burrowed into her mound, searching out her nub and coaxing her clit from behind its hood with his lips. He licked and sucked, unable to quench his thirst for her.

  “More. Give me more. Feels so good.”

  Kelis grinned. Apparently his agreeable assistant had a demanding side. Lifting one of her legs to his shoulder, he gave her what she wanted.

  Parting her pussy lips, he plunged his middle finger deep, stroking her smooth inner walls. Her body trembled, and she clutched his shoulders. Two fingers. Hot cream flowed from her core. He continued to finger fuck her.

  Kelis tamped down his needs and focused solely on hers. Yet his cock throbbed, his own juices seeped from the tip, trickling down the shaft. He’d gone too long, wanted Loni too much. Hunger he couldn’t suppress surged through his system. He’d miscalculated. Perhaps with anyone except Loni the craving could have been calmed with sex. Loni was different. She increased his appetite. He couldn’t resist.

  Seeing with his hands, he kissed his way up her body. Light feathery kisses to her navel. He molded her heavy globes in his palms, then plucked her erect nipple with his lips. She inhaled, and he sucked more of her flesh into his mouth.

  “Bite my nipples.”

  “No.” She didn’t know what she asked. He couldn’t bite her.

  “Kelis, please.” She gripped his head.

  “You don’t understand. I won’t be able to stop.”

  “I don’t care. I know what I want. Bite me,” she begged.

  “I can’t.” Kelis groaned and bit hard into his own lip to keep from sinking his fangs into Loni. He seized her by the waist and lifted. “Wrap your legs around me.” She did, and he positioned her with the engorged crown of his shaft at her drenched hole. “Ride me.” He slid his cock into her hot, tight pussy. Wet walls gloved him in ecstasy.

  Bracing her back against the elevator wall, he pumped his hips, driving in and slowly pulling out of her erotic sheath. Pain ripped through his gut. His fangs lengthened. He stretched his neck, refusing to succumb to his base need.

  Loni cried out. “I’m coming.” Her fingernails bit into his flesh. She clung to him. Sweat slicked their skin. Her breasts bounced, the taut nipples grazing his chest.

  The rhythmic pressure on his shaft sent Kelis over the edge. He pounded into her channel, cramming her full of his cock. Instinct reigned. He couldn’t stop. Nor could he deny himself kissing her neck, sucking her sweet flesh. He savored the foray into feeding. His mouth opened, and he pierced the soft flesh. His fangs lengthened slipping
deep into a pulsing vein.

  Blood surged into his mouth. Stars exploded behind his eyes. Scalding heat burned through his system. Oh fuck!

  Loni wasn’t human.

  Loni Soleil - Born 1980 -

  Loni cried out as Kelis’ fangs pierced her throat. Spasms clenched her internal walls. Locked together, body and mind, she gave in to the rapture. She clawed his skin. Blood trickled down her neck. And his feeding frenzy intensified.

  Air swirled around her. Warmth infused her blood, radiating outward until consuming their joined bodies. Kelis’ cock continued to pound into her pussy as he bit harder into her flesh.

  Loni burned hotter. The spark of the sun inside her grew, consumed all of her. Atoms within expanded, and her core pulsed. With every plunge of Kelis’ cock, he stoked the fires within her.

  In the blackness, she couldn’t see with her eyes, but still she understood what was happening. “Take all you need,” she whispered. For the first time in her immortal life, she gave instead of took.

  Radiating heat, draining energy from all life around her, Loni existed...but didn’t live. Never loved. Until now.

  At first, she hadn’t understood why she couldn’t take from Kelis’ life force. Realizing he didn’t have one confused her. She had suspicions.

  Because she was unique in the world, she’d wondered if any other entities, not wholly human existed. So she’d followed him, discovered the truth, and now wanted a part of him. Needed to give him this part of her.

  Blood raced through her veins. The room spun. Loni squeezed her eyes tightly closed and reveled in the sensations rocketing through her body. She felt as though she were falling, yet Kelis held her chest to chest, arms entwined, anchored where their bodies joined—his teeth deep in her neck and his cock plunging into her velvet heat.

  Her head fell back against the wall, legs tightened around his hips, and she came again. Hard, pounding, convulsions rocked her. She moaned, felt Kelis’ cock thicken and lengthen.

  A low possessive growl rolled from his chest. His fangs slipped from her vein, he stretched his neck and released a primal cry. At the same moment, his pistoning hips took on a punishing rhythm, pummeling into her.

  A wave of pleasure crashed over her. She came continuously, soaring to the pinnacle of ecstasy then erupting again with Kelis. Hot streams of cum filled her as her walls gripped him in an iron sheath, refusing to let him go.

  Tantalizing kisses along her neck brought on delirium. Spinning. Falling. She couldn’t maintain her equilibrium. Her back pressed into the floor. Spasms contracted her vagina. His shaft filled her, and when he retracted, the acute loss was jarring.

  With each thrust, she fell more under his spell. Euphoric pleasure heated her skin where his mouth grazed a trail of hot kisses. And still, he continued to drive into her in hard, demanding strokes. Rampant beats of her heart pounded in her head, set the tempo of her ragged breaths.

  She touched, caressed all of him. Her hands continued to feel their way over the hard planes of his body. Kelis was beautiful.

  Olive skin, bright intelligent eyes that pierced her soul. She wouldn’t call it stalking, but she’d pursued Kelis with purpose. She’d never imagined sex between them would take her out of her mind, merge their souls. She had wanted to gift him with her blood. She hadn’t realized how much he’d give her in return. Emotion choked her.

  Kelis had quiet strength, yet feral possessiveness simmered beneath the surface. Without touch, his gaze had claimed her. She’d only had to get him to act on his carnal impulses. Well, he was with her now. And taking him into her body, she took him into her heart.

  Loni cracked her eyes open. An ethereal glow, dim at first, but growing brighter, illuminated the stifling hot elevator. Impossible. She hadn’t released her control over the electricity. She focused on the confusing images before her.

  Not only did she pulse with light, but her back wasn’t pressed to the floor. Instead, she was suspended eight feet off the floor. Kelis held her against the ceiling, his cock still buried balls deep, pressing, impacting hard against the top of her womb.

  Blood smeared across his mouth and chin. Fangs, at almost an inch in length, dropped from beneath his upper lips. Blood dripped from the tips. His dilated pupils, wild and confused, locked on her face.

  “Kelis.” She touched his cheek, wrapped her hand around his neck and brought his mouth to hers.

  Lips touching, sliding her tongue along the seam, she tasted the coppery essence of her blood...of him.

  Kelis roared and pushed away. “No!”

  They slid down the wall, crashing to the floor.

  “You must not ingest my blood.” He flicked his tongue against his lips. “I bit into my own flesh to keep from biting yours.”

  She put her fingers to her neck, slick with blood, then stared at her hand. She’d pushed him, fed him, now she prayed she wouldn’t have to battle him and he would accept her gift.

  As if suddenly noticing the room was no longer dark and that she was the source of illumination, he reared back. “Loni?” He reached toward her glowing aura. “What are you?”

  “I don’t really know. My mother calls me a Solterrian. But I think I might be the only one because my father was from another star system. He was only with my mother for one night.” She licked blood from her fingers. “And you can’t change me. I’ll never be vampire.” She stared into his eyes. “I’m immortal.”

  “Impossible.”

  Loni snorted. “This from a vampire.”

  “In three hundred years, the only immortals I’ve met are dead, like me, feeding off humanity.”

  “I’m not dead, and regardless of what you believe, you can’t kill me. I don’t get sick. I heal quickly, and I don’t scar. We’re alike in a lot of ways.”

  Kelis grabbed his clothing. “Get dressed. You have a lot more explaining to do.” Now that the room glowed, he went to the control panel. “We need to find a way out of here.”

  “I’m ready to tell you anything and everything you want to know about me.” Loni slipped on her skirt and blouse but tucked her panties and bra into her purse. She budged him out of the way and touched the control panel. Lights flickered, the elevator lurched, and they were descending again.

  Kelis shook his head. “I don’t think I want to know any more.”

  “Kelis, I was desperate. I’ve been flaunting, practically throwing myself at you for over a month.”

  “I’d hardly call your attire provocative.”

  “You wouldn’t have responded if I’d gone braless in a halter top.” She pulled a tissue from her purse and handed it to him. “You need to wipe the blood from your chin.”

  Grabbing the tissue, he said, “Do you know how many times I imagined you on your knees, under my desk, sucking my cock? I would’ve responded. I responded to you in those bulky sweaters.”

  “I have to wear the sweaters to stay warm.” Loni wiped blood from her neck, but like Kelis, she needed a shower to clean up. Between his semen between her legs and her blood, she was a sticky wet mess. “I carry part of the sun inside of me. The hotter my environment, the less energy I have to take from those around me.”

  “That’s why my office has been so bloody warm.”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you responsible for the unseasonably hot temperatures in Los Angeles?”

  She chuckled. “I don’t have that kind of power.”

  “You have more power than you think. I’ve been walking around the office with a hard-on for a month.”

  “Yes, and then leaving to take what should have been mine...” She stared into his eyes. “I can see you, Kelis, when you think no one else can.” His eyes narrowed. “You gave to others what you desired from me.” Her voice broke.

  “Feel free to take some of the blame. The higher the temperature, the more often I must find a host.”

  “Don’t,” she snapped. “You choose who. You choose where.” She lowered her head. “At least you have some control on those
you use to stay alive. I use everyone.” She paused then whispered, “Except you.”

  The elevator reached the first floor, dinged and the doors opened. Firefighters filled the ground level of the downtown highrise. Loni expected the commotion. This was the only building to experience the “rolling blackout.”

  “It’s empty,” a fireman said. The crowd quieted, probably because they’d feared people were stranded in the elevator.

  Kelis ushered her through the foyer. “We both have some psychic mojo. You can explain that thing you did with the electricity. However, you apparently have already discovered my ability to shield us from view.”

  “I assume we’re shielded now?”

  “Yes. They only saw an empty elevator.”

  She put her hand on his arm. “So then if I stopped.” She stopped walking. “And told you I want you to take me like you took that woman in the library the other night, would you?” She fingered the top button of her blouse.

  Kelis snatched her hands. “No. And you shouldn’t have been there.” Releasing her, he took a step back. “I never knew their names, never saw them again. Their only purpose is to meet my needs.”

  “But they haven’t, not truly.” She countered his retreat and leaned into him as a fireman bustled passed. “You and I need the same thing. If you would take time to think about me, about the past month—if you weren’t so stubborn,” she said on an exasperated breath. “I know you’d see we’ve both found, in each other, exactly what we’ve always wanted. No, more than that. You need me.”

  She stood on tiptoes, brushed his lips with hers and cupped his cock. The pressure of her fingers through his slacks had blood rushing into his shaft.

  Kelis closed his eyes and let the words, words never before spoken to him, wash away his mistrust. Three hundred years of secrecy, of steadfast belief that he was destined to be alone rather than enslave another human. He hadn’t allowed himself to entertain the possibility that he could share his existence with Loni, this woman who appealed to him on every level. But faced with the truth of the past hour, a glimmer of hope, something he hadn’t had in centuries, began to take root.