The Nightlife: Paris (The Nightlife Series) (18 page)

Chapter 26

Aaron awoke in Michelle’s arms, her scent and their
lovemaking permeated the bed sheets.  The glorious aroma of home.  No matter
where they were, no matter what bed they slept in, with her at his side it
would always be home.  Everything in his universe aligned perfectly with
Michelle’s naked limbs wrapped around him snugly.

He prayed Urvashi wouldn’t force him to give her up.  It
would be unbearable.  The lines from Wikipedia came to mind, “Extremely moody,
seductive, and
jealous
.”  Urvashi didn’t strike him as one to share.

Michelle’s eyes opened with a smile on her lips.  “Good
morning.”

He banished thoughts of Urvashi as he settled between his
lover’s thighs.  He worked her clit with his thumb while he slipped two fingers
into her hot wet folds.  She gasped, her eyes rolling back as she thrust her
hips, finding his rhythm.  He sensed her soreness from the punishing sexual
marathon last night.  She loved the delicious ache inside her, the soreness
from her abused hips and thighs.

He nipped at her ears, kissing lightly down her neck and
collarbone.  “I’m going to wake you like this every night.”

“
Céleste
.” 
Heavenly
.

He licked at her nipples to watch them harden, tracing little
circles with his tongue.  His hand deftly maintained his rhythm inside her,
sliding in her slick, wet heat till she writhed beneath him.

“Aaron, give it to me!  Stop playing!”

He loved this woman so much it hurt, and he had an aching
hard cock as evidence.  She pulled on him, guiding him to her.  His thumb still
in place working her little nub, he slid into her warm wet embrace.  She was
sooo
ready for him.  He felt burned by the heat of her womb.  He could never get
enough of this woman.  Never.

Sliding all the way in, he withdrew slowly, watching her
shudder with sensation.  She hurt inside, but she wanted it bad, and he
couldn’t deny her.  Slowly, he plunged back in, hitting her at that deepest
point, right where she liked it, painful bliss.  She gasped and squealed with
the sweet torment.

Her sounds drove him on, he couldn’t hold back anymore.  He
buried it and began a slamming rhythm, beating the inside of her like a drum. 
She held him tight, whining and moaning and growling.  He worked to hear her
grunts and hit her deep where it hurt.  This was what she wanted, and he needed
to give it to her.

She came hard, clenching, contracting and screaming in his
ear.  “Aaron!”

She sank her fangs into his neck.  He bit her a second
later, grinding in to hit her limit.  He pounded his cock into this wonderful
woman, and knew the ultimate bliss of true love and that moment of simultaneous
orgasm.  Two souls as one, in love, convulsing in bed-shredding, toe-curling
release.

They clenched and ground together for a time, passion
begetting passion, consuming one another to the point of collapse.  He read her
sublime joy at his weight on her.  She wanted him like this every night of her
life, his cock planted deep, his arms around her, basking in his love.

But he had hurt her.

“I’m sorry, Michelle.  You drive me to it.  I don’t want to
hurt you, but I can hardly stop.”

“I like the way you hurt me.”  She literally purred.

He was far stronger now.  Another one of those fringe
benefits of Urvashi’s blood.

He read it plainly in her thoughts.  Michelle wanted all of
him, no matter the cost. “I don’t care.  I can take it.  I will never turn you
away.”  She feared losing him.  And the pain-pleasure blend incited a dark
passion.  Something left over from her days a lifetime ago with that psycho
Julian.

“I might get a little rough, but don’t expect me to chain
you up.”  He smiled.

Her eyes flashed in challenge, and then she broke into
giggles.  He had missed her laughter
sooo
much.

“I promise you I can handle it.  But I need your promise in
return.”

“Mmm hmm.”  He already knew what she wanted, and he would
give it to her, if he could.

“Promise you will never let her separate us.”  She was
uncharacteristically afraid and jealous of Urvashi.  Michelle’s confidence in
their connection had been shattered.  She badly needed to hear the words.

“By ‘her’ you mean my sexy new angelic friend?”

Michelle squirmed beneath him. 
“
Connard!
  You know exactly
who I mean!  The whore!
Putain
de merde!
”
  She tried to roll him over on the bed, but he dug his
hips in between her legs and laid his weight into her.  He was too strong now.

He kissed her into silence, smiling all the while.

“I promise.  I will never let her separate us.”

He gave his word, and he meant it.  But it might not be up
to him to decide.  And that scared the shit out of him too.  He put on a brave
smile for Michelle.

“That’s very romantic, but not entirely correct.”  Urvashi
stood in the room three feet from the bed, watching smugly as he struggled to
keep Michelle down underneath him.  His lover wanted to tear Urvashi’s heart
out with her teeth.

“Fuck!  Can’t you knock or something?”  He wanted to get up
and throttle her.  Instead he had to wrestle with Michelle, hugging her tightly
as she cursed and spat, trying to get out from under him.  “Please, Michelle, I
love you.  Stop!  We need to talk!  This is the not the way.”

Michelle stilled in his arms.  “
Salope!
” 
Bitch.
 
She spat at Urvashi in derision.

“Sorry to interrupt your little interlude, but we do need to
talk.”  Urvashi looked down on Aaron, ran her electric fingers over his ass, and
watched him shudder from the sensation.  “I won’t hurt her, I promise.”

He sat up slowly, extricated himself from between Michelle’s
legs and pulled his lover up to sit her in his lap sideways, his arms locked
around her.  “I’m not letting go of her.”

Michelle hugged him, slipping her nose into the crook of his
neck, just the way he liked it.  They knew each other all too well.  He stared
Urvashi down.  “Whatever you have to say, I am not letting go of Michelle.  I
lost her once, I can’t do it again.”

* * * *

Urvashi recognized the inconvenient truth.  This was a time
to choose her battles wisely.  She needed Aaron at her side, following her
instruction without question.  There was much he didn’t understand.  Too many
events had aligned against her too quickly.  And with her blood in his veins,
he’d become far too valuable to just let him go.

She surveyed the naked vampires fondling each other and
rolled her eyes at their ridiculous performance.

Aaron spoke to his beloved leech.  “Hear her out.  She was
there for me when I needed her.  She has given me no reason not to trust her.”

The blonde sat curled in his lap watching Urvashi with a sly
hate-filled look.  Urvashi could kill the leech at any time, but that would
alienate him completely.  He’d never forgive her.  His devotion to Michelle
radiated off his aura in waves.  He loved that bloody leech so much it turned
her stomach.  Never had she encountered a man she desired who chose another
woman over her. 
Guess there’s a first time for everything
.  So damn
young and impetuous!  Infuriating!

The blonde creature in his lap emitted a low growl, a guard
dog ready to attack to protect its master.  Urvashi snickered.  The bitch had
lost her power over him.  Their roles had almost reversed.

He petted her hair and murmured in her ear.  “This has to
end, Michelle.  We need to come to an agreement of some kind.  Please calm
down.”

His mature handle on the situation thawed Urvashi’s icy demeanor. 
Impossible to stay angry with him when he sat there naked, doing exactly as she
had instructed, managing the problem with finesse and negotiation. 
Perhaps
he will learn and become something more
.  And the fool was so happy – in
love.

She watched the couple with a heavy heart.  This could
become quite a mess.

She had hoped to build a real relationship with him,
something special.  The reality of the situation did not appeal to her.  She
didn’t want the leech in her life, too.

A couple centuries ago she would have simply killed
Michelle.  Problem solved.  She didn’t like to share.  But the new utopias of
civilization brought a fresh idealism, a revival in philosophy and her hope for
the human race.  She’d rather not return to the barbarism and suffering she had
witnessed over all those centuries.  And she didn’t want to be the source of Aaron’s
suffering.  A remarkable and beautiful creature such as him deserved more.

She needed his willing cooperation.

Time had taught her many lessons.  Time and circumstance
changed everything and everyone.  She could afford to wait.  For an immortal,
the phrase, “patience is a virtue,” took on a whole new meaning.

“An ancient wise man of Persia once told me, if one desires
a rose, one must respect its thorns.”  They watched her, waiting for her words,
her judgment.  “Your situation was not of my making.  You didn’t heed my
warning.  Now we must deal with the consequences of your mistake.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.  But it changes nothing.  I won’t
leave Michelle.”

She stepped up to Aaron.  “So this is truly what you want? 
Her?”  She stroked his hair with her fingers, sending little tingles filtering down
through his scalp.  He couldn’t deny the pleasure she gave him, his cock
stiffened as proof.

He looked down at himself and then at her sheepishly.  “Yes
… look … you’re wonderful.  Really.  Any man would take your hand and drop
everything in an instant.  But I can’t.  I can’t change how I feel.  Michelle
is everything to me.”

She stepped back away from him.

He continued his entreaty.  “I would like to call you a
friend.  I’m bound to you, a servant I imagine.  And I have always respected
you, and been grateful for your help, your friendship.  As a friend, can you
grant me this one request?  Please don’t force me to leave Michelle.”

She breathed in deeply.  Surprising how much this boy had
worked his way under her skin in so short a time.  He was special.

“I accept your friendship.  But that does not change the
nature of our relationship.  You delivered yourself to me through taking my
blood.”

Aaron blew out the breath he’d been holding in.  His face
was unreadable, and he blocked his mind solid. 
Hmm … hiding something?

She hardened her heart and her features.  “There will be
times when I need you to do my bidding, and I may need you with me for certain
situations that will require your aid in resolution.  You will serve me when I
call.  And she will not interfere in my life.  That is unacceptable.”

Aaron’s smooth demeanor contradicted his deadly words.  “I
recall your lesson of the other night.  That beautiful sword, the wakizashi,
was originally designed for decapitation.  Ask yourself, Urvashi, if you tear
out my heart by taking Michelle away from me, what’s to stop me from using that
sword?  Can you guard yourself every waking moment?”

Michelle started growling again, like an involuntary
reaction from a dog that senses a threat.  The two of them looked ready for
war, lovers willing to die for each other.  Michelle sneered, “And you will
have me to contend with.”

Urvashi’s anger blossomed and she fought for control.  “Don’t
threaten me!  If I let you have your precious leech, you better make damn sure
to keep the bitch on a leash!”  With her shout, she released a telekinetic blast
of blinding white force slamming them both flat on the bed.  They sat up with
identical shell-shocked looks of astonishment plastered on their faces, and
blood running down their noses.

Michelle ran her hands over Aaron, checking to see he was
okay.  She hugged him in relief when he seemed fine, though speechless.

Urvashi shook her head at them, trying not to laugh aloud. 
They had no idea how small a fraction of her power she had let loose.  Still, the
boy had spine.  Almost made her proud.

Michelle addressed Urvashi directly.  “You don’t have to
hurt him.  I promise I won’t cause
problèmes
.”

Perhaps there is hope for them after all.  The bitch can
be reasonable.

She rolled her eyes at Michelle.  “Yes, yes, fine! 
Whatever.  I didn’t hurt him.  Stop looking at me like that.”

Aaron wiped the blood from his face and frowned.  Urvashi caught
the flavor of his thoughts.  He was a very intuitive creature.  Not one to easily
deceive.  “Did you know Michelle was alive all this time?”  Nor mince words.

She sighed, people always assumed the worst.  “Only recently. 
The hotel manager made inquiries across the city that came to my attention.  I
have many channels of information in Paris.”

“And when were you planning on telling me?”  He snapped, a
little too curt for her liking.  His newly acquired backbone had become
annoying.

“I brought you here, didn’t I?”  She waved him off, refusing
to be derailed from her purpose.  “This is all a moot point.  You have her
sitting on your lap.  Stop looking at me like I’m a monster.  Remember how I
found you?  You have me to thank for your sanity.  And your little personality
problem has been resolved, too.”

He looked at her sideways.  The truth of her words dawned slowly
across his face.

“The Predator …”

“Yes, exactly.  Your dual personalities have merged.  You’ve
been made whole, which is probably why you’ve become such an aggressive little
shit.”

He smiled and laughed.  There is always hope for a man that
can laugh at himself.

“Thank you, Urvashi.  Thank you for all that you’ve done. 
Thank you for bringing me back to Michelle.  I wish you would have told me
sooner, but you have my gratitude.”  He seemed so wise and mature, accentuating
the positives in his life.  His aggravatingly adorable French leech smiled at
him as she sat with his stiff cock against her thigh.