The Vampyre Legal Chronicles - Daniel: Book: 3 (6 page)

"Don't you ever,
ever
, do that to me
again."

She pushed up and off him to stand.

Her hand rubbed her butt.

"You're a sore loser." She glared at him, her
cheeks burning with what he knew was humiliation that he'd punished her in
front of Ian and the Centuri. Well, she bloody well deserved it.

"What the hell did you think you were doing? You could
have broken your neck."

Now her full mouth pouted.

"I knew you'd catch me when I fell. Stop
over-reacting."

Over-reacting?

He'd give her over-reacting.

Ian stepped into the breach.

"I think we can safely say Anais is the winner this
evening. Interesting skills, princess."

Anais had the bare-faced bloody cheek to grin at his
commander and flex her hand claws in and out. Marcus blinked. For a newborn she
appeared to have an amazing control of her many skills. Now he looked at her
carefully. He realized she'd grown taller, maybe a couple of inches. She was
still long and slim, but she was stronger, tighter in muscle and tendon. Ian
was right. It appeared Anais's vampyre was indeed evolving.

The question was, into what?

A skinny worm of anxiety slid down his spine.

Maybe he needed to talk to Constantine and alert him to these
new developments.

Of course Constantine would want to run more blood tests and
Marcus knew Anais hated needles with a passion. But she was a rare thing, a live
and healthy newborn vampyre, and it was important to find out exactly how she
was changing.

Gia had never felt so warm, so
protected, so deliriously happy.

She knew she was dreaming.

It was such a wonderful dream, she didn't want to wake up. Her
eyelids felt like lead weights, eyelids it took too much effort to open, so she
gave up the attempt. A powerful arm held her close to a man's warm and naked
body, while a gentle hand stroked her bare skin from shoulder to hip in a way
that comforted and calmed, but also aroused her terribly.

Her nipples throbbed, as did the purely liquid and feminine
part of her ache low, low in her belly.

The scent of a clean male, soap and a familiar herbal
shampoo tickled her memory.

A deep, masculine voice was speaking in soothing whispered
tones.

As if sliding through warm treacle, she dimly recognized his
voice, he spoke a language her exhausted brain couldn’t recognize. Trying to
remember took too much effort, so again she gave up the attempt.

Safe.

She felt shielded and utterly secure for the first time in a
long time.

A deep sigh eased out of her lungs and Gia turned to bury
her face into the heat of a wide manly chest to delight in the slow, steady
beat of a strong heart against her cheek.

She nuzzled the soft hair of that chest.

Inhaled.

God he smelled fantastic, and found herself eased very
gently onto her back.

This
, yes this was how a real man treated a woman.

With deep affection, with tenderness and with respect.

The hand stroked, moved to tease the delicate skin under her
breast, down her flat belly.

Fingertips gently massaging with deep strokes the heavy,
relentless and delicious yearning low in her abdomen, in her womb.

The way her dream lover touched her had Gia moan loud as her
back arched - a plea, even a prayer - for more.

Then her mouth was captured in a kiss that was so potent it
made her weak. His tongue stroked hers. Long, slow strokes, an intimate taste
that made liquid bloom hot between her legs. And she reciprocated as a richly
passionate and intense flavor sped through her system from the roots of her
hair to the tingling tips of her toes.

Her panties went damp and she arched her back again and
again, pressing her pelvis into the seeking palm of his hand between her legs.

Her eyelids seemed to weigh even heavier as she tried to
speak but his kiss took her deeper, deeper, in a way that had her hands slide
up strong arms and her fingertips press urgently into wide shoulders to hold
him close.

Something like a deep animalistic growl sounded in her ear,
the force of it vibrating like a current of electricity shooting through her blood.

Her hands slid over a strong back covered in smooth flesh
over solid muscle and his body seemed to become bigger under her hands, his
rock hard shaft swelling, pressing against her hip and a feeling of elation
soared through her.

This dream was fantastic.

Please
, she begged every God in the universe, do not
let me wake-up.

Not yet.

Her fingers streaked up over amazing shoulders, up over his
neck through silky hair and gripped. And Gia prayed again she wouldn’t wake up
before the good bit.

Her panties were ripped from her body in a way that thrilled
her, and she didn’t care as she laughed out loud, as she spread her legs wide
in complete surrender. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she wanted it, too.

Expert fingers stroked the slick flesh of her sex, slid around
the swollen nub of her clitoris. Her whole body quivered as it went tight like
a bow.

Two, three fingers entered her, made love to her as his
thumb worked its magic around her little bead of hard nerve endings, and it
felt, her breath hitched... amazing.

Her breath was coming in harsh little pants, but still he
didn’t take his mouth from hers.

She rode his hand as an orgasm hit her so hard her whole
body trembled as if she was feverish from the force of it.

Then her knee was gripped, pushed higher as he entered her
with one punishing thrust.

Omigod
.

She gasped into his mouth.

The way he over-filled her, over-stretched her too tight,
was fantastic.

Her scream was swallowed by his mouth as his hips moved in a
long torturously slow rhythm that made her womb clench again and again.

He trembled.

She felt it beneath her hands.

Then his hot and hungry mouth was sucking on her neck and
she arched to give him better access. The sharp sting of pain caught her
breath, but the pain was over in a heartbeat to be replaced by a wondrous
feeling of an intense pleasure so powerful she cried out. He moaned and
trembled as his hot seed spilled into her again and again. And now he muttered desperate
words in a language that wasn't familiar. Part of her mind appeared to
understand, as he told her he belonged to her... forever.

A strange and wondrous power now sang through her veins.

A feminine power was all she could think as she sank deeper,
deeper, down into a place where she floated all happy and relaxed and utterly fulfilled.

When a strong hand guided her head to press her lips against
his vast chest, the trickle of something warm in her mouth had her lapping like
a contented kitten at the fluid. It tasted coppery with a peppery kick. And
suddenly her mind was spinning, spinning so fast she clung to him, dug her
fingernails into his flesh to hang on for dear life.

The sensation that overwhelmed her, hit her too fast, was
like having drunk one too many glasses of wine. Her head spun even faster and
she took more greedy sucks, the spicy warm liquid over-filling her mouth to
drip down her chin. A curious heat, strange but exhilarating, burned too
brightly through her belly, her lungs, the screaming tips of her nipples and
especially her sex and it was beyond wonderful.

Her arms and legs were boneless as they collapsed and seemed
to sink into the mattress.

When her dream lover pulled away she didn’t complain.

How could she when his fingers found her throbbing and
swollen girl boner to slide, slick with her juices to bring her the most
amazing pleasure of her life. The orgasm started in her toes to rise up through
her system right to the roots of her hair before shooting to her core in a way
that made the muscles of her vagina fist his fingers tight.

And then he entered her again.

Hard and hot and thick.

And she prayed never to wake-up since this dream was beyond
awesome.

His cry matched her own as hot seed poured into her again
and again.

Gia's heart beat too fast.

She kept her eyes tightly, tightly closed.

As her mind spun something ominously formidable, something violent,
something buried deep within her heart and soul broke free to rise up within
her.

With a banshee cry of elation, with a joy of freedom at last,
another entity entered her mind.
"At last!"
a voice cried
.
"I am FREE!"

There was nothing she could do to stop it.

The entity took, she took...everything.

Gia's arms rose above her head on the soft pillow as she
arched her back and surrendered her body, her very soul to this man.

And still his shaft was like steel inside her as he pistoned
into her.

Wow, this was some dream.

When had Liam ever managed it twice in one night never mind
three times?

"Harder!" she commanded her dream lover as her
hips rose to meet him over and over again.

He knelt now between her knees.

Big strong hands cupped her bare bottom to piston his
wonderful shaft deep into her.

Never, never had she felt anything like this.

She’d no idea it was even possible to have so many orgasms
one right after the other.

Dimly she realized her dream lover was again muttering words
she couldn’t understand.

But did she care?

'Hell, no!'
cried the entity inside her head.

Daniel had never felt anything like
her.

She was so hot, so wet and so tight.

And his vampyre was in total control of her mind, her body.

Again and again he begged his vampyre to take care with her.

‘Tá mo chroí istigh ionat,’
his vampyre chanted. My
heart is within you.

‘Adraím thú.’
 I adore you.

"Faster!" demanded Gia with her eyes tightly shut,
her mouth trembling through every exhale, every inhale.

She sounded like an army general going to war.

He couldn't help it.

He laughed out loud.

Christ, Jesus, the woman was going to
kill
him.

Delight with her warred with the desire to take care of her,
not to hurt her.

But the way her pelvis tilted to take him had the tendons on
his neck strain with the effort of holding back.

Her womb clenched and again those core muscles gripped him
too hard.

The base of his spine tingled in a way that was a pleasure
pain as his balls went too tight too fast.

His vampyre tipped back his neck and roared loud enough to
have the chandelier on the ceiling tremble as his seed ejaculated and her body
held him tight milking every single drop.

Desperately trying to catch his heaving breath, Daniel
collapsed on top of her and rolled to his side, taking her with him. And guilt
smacked him so hard he gritted his teeth as he shuddered from the force of it.

Well, he’d done it now.

He’d taken her vein, without her consent.

And he could only pray for absolution to God that she hadn’t
taken too much of his blood. His potent blood.

Now his heart battered drunkenly against his ribs as another
emotion instead of guilt rose.

Fear.

He could taste it.

The hellish stories his brothers had told him of what
happened to their wives before and after they’d turned into a newborn vampyre
made his throat burn and his eyes sting.

He’d make sure his darling was safe and well.

And if things got too bad, he’d ring Saira Pattullo. The
medic had saved the lives of his sisters-in-law.

But would Gia ever forgive him for making her vampyre?

The way she'd responded to the taste of his blood he’d no
doubt in his mind that she carried much of his species DNA.

On a positive note, he now had a much clearer picture of
some of her memories, too. The life she’d led with that bastard of a husband,
who'd left her to the tender mercies of a crime boss.

The mafia.

Fuck
.

Why hadn’t he seen it?

Still held tight within Gia’s slim body, he stroked her,
soothed her with ancient words whispered into her small ear.

‘Teigh i do chodladh.’
Go to sleep.

Her eyes fluttered open.

Gia stretched, arching her back like a big lazy cat, and
then went totally still.

Her heart scrambled too fast in her chest.

Her panicked gaze flitting around the room.

She was naked and in a bed.

A strange bed.

A fantastic bed.

And it was daylight.

The pillows were soft and the sheets felt like silk against
flesh that felt terribly over-sensitive.

Rising up on her elbows she took in the size of the space.

Huge.

The walls of the room were decorated in silk in neutral
shades of grey from pale silver to pewter accented by a punch of blood red in
the modern painting that took up an entire wall. Two seven foot sofas, covered
in velvet the color of deep claret, sat at right angles with a heavy glass
coffee table set between them. Sheer curtains covered high-arched, floor to
ceiling windows.

Double doors were opened into what she realized was a vast
closet.

Her ears strained to listen for a voice, a sound, that might
tell her she was not alone.

Another door had been left ajar to what she could see was an
incredible bathroom of creamy marble.

She lay down on her back and simply stared at the ceiling
trying to remember what the hell had happened to her.

Her eyes went wide as she gingerly ran her hands over her
hips, felt the deep throb, the telling ache and honeyed evidence between her
legs.

Reality dumped her firmly in the present.

She hadn’t been dreaming about making love with a man?

But who?

Her instincts told her, she knew exactly who’d made wildly
passionate love to her last night.

Daniel?

Seriously?

Good God.

Gia clutched the sheet to her breasts and sat as the bedroom
door opened.

And she came face to face with Daniel Stewart Gillespie.

Her heart did the jerky skip it always did when she was near
him, only this time it stumbled before racing like a rabbit under the first
blast of the gun.

Folding muscular arms he leaned against the doorframe
wearing nothing but ancient jeans of soft blue denim, the fly unbuttoned.

The slow intimate smile instantly transformed his face from
tough into a friendly approachable man with an aura of charismatic charm.

Her heart torpedoed into her throat as the room spun with a
long slow tilt.

She couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t think.

Even though she’d worked for him for two years, Gia had
never seen him look anything but immaculate in one of his dark bespoke suits, a
modern interpretation on warrior armour. Now he looked even more male and his
face even more attractive in the grey light of day.

This man with his sleep tousled black hair, the strong jaw
that needed a shave and drowsy eyes that were becoming more alert by the
second, was a complete stranger to her.

All the Gillespie men were tall, well over six foot, wide of
shoulder with strong muscular chests and long legs.

Daniel was... big.

He was about two hundred and twenty pounds, not over-developed,
but muscled and lean. Eyes the color of a cobalt sky held hers as he strolled
towards her. As always the way he moved was a simple pleasure to watch. But
then all the Gillespie brothers were a pleasure to watch. She loved the way he
walked. Stealthy like a big black cat in a smooth, sensual rhythm.

All man.

Her eyes roamed over that tight muscular torso, the pecs,
past strong shoulders. And up to find herself staring at his gorgeous face. With
something like shock, Gia realized it was the first time she’d seen him without
his glasses. The eyes were so blue they appeared almost unnatural, almost...
alien.

Those amazing eyes burned a hot path over her breasts in a
way that absolutely terrified her. The scent of shampoo, his signature amber
and cedar wood cologne and a healthy male had something else other than sheer
panic now flutter low in her belly.

Oh God.

"Ah, you’re awake, good," he said in a friendly
and intimate tone that had her blink up into his face. "Coffee?"

That deep voice, the Scottish accent, slipped so seductively
through her system it made her blink again.

He sent her another rare spontaneous grin that had her eyes desperately
searching his face.

She’d been asleep on his couch and now she was in his bed.

And he wasn’t
angry,
or even a little bit annoyed, with
her?

Confused, Gia simply stared at him.

Dear heaven, he looked amazing.

The memory of how he’d made love to her. No, not love. Let’s
be honest. How he’d thoroughly
bedded
her made her thighs clench.

How on earth could her knees go weak when she was sitting in
bed?

But then something alien, a voice, rose up within her.

Her pulse went crazy as the voice spoke too loud in her mind.

"Weak? No one will ever make us feel
weak
again
.
"
A sense of purpose, of self-belief slid like melted
honey through her system as the voice told her she might feel fragile,
threatened and at times at the end of her tether, but,
"Gia Del Russo
sure as hell didn’t do weak. Not anymore!"

Daniel watched the way daylight moved over the delicate
features of her beautiful face; the clear skin and wide brown eyes, the sensual
mouth with her soft lips swollen from his.

Gia had a skin made for candlelight, velvety soft.

The way she’d given herself to him, those draining kisses,
still shook him.

His need for her was a hard ache in his groin, a pleasure
pain that caught his breath.

She was looking at him as if he’d been carefully considered,
analysed, examined, and as if the jury was still out.

She didn’t trust him.

Her pale skin, big eyes a misty brown and the way she
smelled, a blend of his and her sex, beamed a picture of forbidden places,
silk, musk and hot, dry, desert sands.

Vulnerable dark eyes stared into his.

Then her chin lifted in a
Fuck you
gesture that made
his vampyre growl an implicit warning to take care.

Daniel’s vivid blue gaze locked on hers.

She read determination, desire and a decision made.

Her mouth went bone dry.

He frightened her even as he sat on the edge of the bed,
took her hands in his and drew her to him.

He said nothing now, didn’t move, and yet she found herself
battling fear.

Fear of him, yes.

But mostly fear of herself.

As a rule she didn’t drink alcohol, but Gia decided she
could do with a stiff brandy.

Make it a double.

A dark brow rose.

He released her hands.

"Not coffee? Okay, something stronger," he said in
a calm voice.

Utter shock held her perfectly still.

Surely she was imagining it, no way could he possibly read
her mind.

She must have spoken the thought aloud?

Then she frowned.

Had she?

While he went over to a large cupboard, which held bottles
and glasses, she pulled the white cotton sheet tight under her arms.

Logic told her Daniel was going to want a very good
explanation of why she’d been asleep on his couch. From under her thick lashes,
she admired the way his back muscles moved. With wary eyes she watched as he
poured cognac into two bulbous glasses. What on earth she was going to say? How
could she explain that her late husband had left her in debt to the tune of
hundreds of thousands of dollars. Dollars owed to a crime lord who wanted more
than money from her?

Abruptly, Daniel turned his head to send her a hard look.

A look that seemed to say,
Why the hell did you not come
to me?

Abruptly, the air in the room felt thick, too heavy with
ozone, as if there was a storm coming.

She simply breathed through the crazy pounding of her heart
against her ribs.

And some sort of sixth sense within her could feel a storm
brewing inside Daniel, too, as he strolled towards her. A maelstrom with
thunder and hail and lightning.

Again, he sat on the edge of the bed and handed her a glass.

Eyes the color of a too blue summer sky held hers as his
glass gently touched hers. She read desire and an animal lust that seemed to
sing to something deep within her.

Too many thoughts spun and whirled in her mind as again a
wonderful feeling of feminine invincibility rose within her.

The truth was she’d had earth shattering sex.

Sex with Daniel Gillespie.

She’d made him tremble.

The whole experience had been exceptional.

Perhaps being caught red-handed squatting in his apartment
was not such a disaster after all?

Perhaps he wanted to have an affair?

She could do an affair, with no strings, no false promises
made to be broken later.

She knew how Daniel's mind worked.

And she liked him as a person, as a man.

However, he was no pushover.

Daniel liked to be in control.

But then Gia listened to the voice in her head and agreed as
she made herself the firm and solemn promise that no
man
would ever
control her again.

Never.

Her chin lifted.

Her attitude, the chin, the challenge, jerked the choke chain
of Daniel's ever watchful vampyre.

Her hair, he loved her hair, appeared more glossy, thicker,
this morning as it ran in a dark river down her naked back.

Those slim shoulders showcased smooth creamy skin down to
her stunning breasts, which were rising and falling under the sheet with
agitated breaths.

She was scared.

He could scent waves of fear coming off her.

However, heady relief battled through a little irritation
that she appeared perfectly normal and none the worse for his having taken her
vein, or her drinking from his.

At least... so far.

He eyed her carefully.

Her cheeks were flushed and those brown eyes glittered into
his, but not by a fever, by arousal.

He could smell it and the scent made his groin ache and his
mouth water to taste her,
there
. However, he wouldn't make love to her
again until he was quite certain she was as well as she looked.

Again, he studied her carefully.

No sign of stomach cramps.

No sign of sickness.

No sign of her emerging vampyre either.

Odd.

His mind spun through limitless possibilities and still he
couldn't come up with a definitive answer of what might happen to her next.

Hmm, maybe he’d been too careful with her?

Maybe she hadn’t taken enough of his blood?

His gorgeous PA was sitting naked in his bed looking like a
child who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

He tipped his brandy glass to hers.

"Here’s to the best sex I’ve had in years," said
Daniel.