Big City Vampire
Big City, Book 2
by Cynthia Sax
eBook BIN: 06972-02245
Vasile is a vampire. He’s spent centuries searching for his beloved, the woman he is destined to love for all of eternity. When he does find her, she doesn’t believe him. She doesn’t believe he loves her, she doesn’t believe he’s a vampire, and she doesn’t believe there’s a lunatic rival out to kill her.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Right there,” Carly encouraged the stranger thrusting into her. She grasped the man’s lean arms and lifted her hips, taking him deeper and deeper, savoring the sensual slide of latex-covered cock against her aroused flesh.
Grunts and moans and sighs of satisfaction echoed off the walls of the crowded sex club. The scent of hot, sweaty passion filled her nostrils. There was no room in her mind or heart for memories of past disappointments or fears of failed future expectations. There was only here and now and the man positioned above her, working for his own selfish satisfaction.
“Fuck me harder, baby.” Carly curled her fingers around the curves of his pale shoulders while he plunged into her again and again, driving his thick cock deep inside her pussy. As he rode her, he nibbled on her neck, his mouth firm and warm on her skin, and she arched into him, brushing her breasts against his chest, the sensation of nipples teasing bare skin sending shivers of lust down her spine.
She moaned and writhed and raked her nails across his skin, her erotic performance amplified for her audience. Although there were dozens of men in the crowded sex club watching their public display, she performed for only one man. Carly peered over her current lover’s shoulder and met the red-rimmed gaze of her mysterious voyeur.
He was dressed all in black, his hair as dark as his long leather coat, and he looked at her with an intensity that made her tremble. She didn’t know him, and she didn’t know of him, yet their connection had been instant.
His scarred friend had called him Vasile, and he’d arrived two partners before her current lover. He hadn’t touched her. He hadn’t queued up to fuck her. He’d merely stood in the shadows and watched her, his fists clenched and his handsome face stormy with unspoken promises.
Carly dismissed those promises, not trusting he’d keep them, as no man ever had, but she couldn’t as easily dismiss the desire swirling between them. Under his dark-eyed gaze, her arousal escalated to levels she’d never before experienced. She fantasized it was his leather-clad shoulders she gripped, and his slim hips pumping between her spread legs. He’d press his lips against her neck and —
Sharp teeth pierced her skin, the unexpected pain pushing her over the edge of ecstasy. “Yes!” she cried out as she plummeted, bucking upward, release ripping through her, the waves violent and intense.
“No!” An animalistic roar rocked the club, and the weight on top of her lifted, cold air flowing where warm man once was. The man she’d been fucking shrieked as he slammed against the far wall, the impact cracking the plaster. His naked body crumpled onto the metallic flooring.
“Do NOT touch her!” Vasile bellowed, his black hair disheveled, and his eyes wild. “Remove them.” He flicked the long, razor-sharp claws extending from his hands, and beefy bouncers plucked protesting male patrons from the seats surrounding her.
Carly blinked, both stimulated by his dominance and frightened by his violent display. The man had claws! She peeled her ass off the leather couch and stood to confront him. “I –”
Vasile clutched her to him, burying her face into his hard chest, smothering her protests against his muscle, his touch demanding and sure, his body heat warm and inviting. Carly didn’t struggle, allowing him to handle her, trusting him on an instinctual, primal level.
He mumbled words she didn’t understand and threaded his long, slender fingers through her loose hair, his claws pricking her scalp. She leaned into him, inhaling the arousing aroma of leather and rich, dark earth, sensing this was where she belonged, with him, forever.
Hell, no, Carly. She raised her head. You don’t believe in forever, remember? Forever is for suckers.
“Hey, buddy, it isn’t your turn yet.” She pushed at his shoulders. Vasile didn’t budge, ignoring her weak attempt to move him. “You have to play nice with the other kiddies and wait your turn.”
“I don’t play nice with anyone.” His deep voice flowed over her like melted caramel, dripping into all of the empty spaces inside of her. “And I won’t wait my turn.” Vasile lowered his hands, spanning her neck with his cool fingers, teasing the puncture marks on her skin.
“Kerrick’s man bit you, Carly.” He glowered at her with red-rimmed eyes as though the biting had been her fault.
Carly bristled. She didn’t know who Kerrick was, why he needed to have a man, or how Vasile knew her name.
She did know men, however, and she heard the jealousy in Vasile’s accusation. Jealousy implied they had a relationship, and relationships were built on empty promises.
“I didn’t mind the biting.” Carly forced a laugh to show him she didn’t belong to him. They didn’t have a relationship. She was her own woman, and she could do whatever she liked, fuck whomever she wanted. “So relax.”
“Relax? He bit you. And I do mind.” He swept his thumb over her wounds, his touch painfully tender. “Very much.” His top lip curled. “Only for you would I do this.” He bent his head and swept the flat of his tongue across her skin, bathing the bite mark in warm moisture and setting all her nerve endings on fire.
“Hmmm…” She closed her eyes, tilting her chin upward and sliding her palms under his leather coat, up his silk-covered chest, his muscles undulating under her fingers.
“Carly.” He murmured her name like it was a fervent prayer, and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Vow you’ll never let another male bite you.”
She stepped back from him, her calves hitting the edge of the couch. “Why do you care who bites me?” she taunted, curling her lips into a smile she didn’t feel.
He circled her neck with his hands, the pressure on her flesh a silent threat, and Carly held his furious gaze, her smile unwavering. He could threaten her all he wanted. She knew men, and she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Do you care, Vasile?” she asked softly, knowing he’d deny any feelings for her. Only a fool or a child would care for another person so quickly.
“Biting can be dangerous.” Vasile released her, dropping his hands to his sides. He no longer had claws, if indeed he’d ever had claws. She must have imagined them. No humans had claws. “And I told Frey I’d look after you.”
“Ah, right.” Carly guessed that Frey was Vasile’s scarred friend, the man who had spirited Perla away from her. “And you always do what you say you’re going to do.” As if. She laughed.
Vasile’s lips flattened into a grim white line. “Yes.”
He lied. She had yet to meet a man who kept his promises. Carly sank back down on the couch, emotionally weary. “Is that all you’re going to do… look?” She cupped her breasts and spread her thighs, needing the distraction of sex to ease her pain.
His eyes darkened as his gaze dropped to her pussy, and she hid her disappointment under a knowing smirk. Yes, Vasile was a man like all the others, and a good, hard fuck was the only thing she could depend upon him for.
He frowned and drew up to his full height, his form tall and lean and imposing. “I don’t lie, Carly.” His cold voice sliced through the thumping tribal beats, silencing the conversations around them. “And I’m unlike any man you’ve ever met.”
She narrowed her eyes, her smile fading. “How are you reading my thoughts?”
His brown eyes glinted. “As I said, I’m unlike any man you’ve ever met. You would do well to obey me.”
Obey him? Carly opened her mouth to tell him off.
“Hush.” He held up one long, pale finger.
He dared to hush her? She straightened, preparing for a fight. “You arrogant son-of-a –”
“Master.” A green-haired waitress stepped forward, her head lowered. She had big boobs, a tight ass, and a beautiful face, and Carly’s fingers twitched, the embarrassing urge to touch Vasile, to announce her possession of him, almost overwhelming her pride. “Your help is needed. Kerrick’s men aren’t taking their removal from the club well.”
Vasile’s gaze met Carly’s. “I will be back.”
Like she cared. Carly rolled her eyes. “I might be here… if my friend doesn’t return.”
He leaned forward, staring into her eyes, his breath warm on her face. “You will wait for me, Carly. I’ll be five minutes.”
She snorted, unable to contain her disbelief. “Right.” He planned to calm a gang of pissed off men in five minutes. At least her dad had made promises he could have kept… if he had wanted to. “Five minutes.” Carly picked up her phone, noting the time. “Starting now.”
She felt Vasile’s gaze upon her, but she didn’t look up from her phone’s tiny screen, striving to forget him as he’d soon forget her and his promise.
Carly texted her friend Perla, telling her about the last guy she’d fucked, how she suspected he might be a vampire, and how he’d bit her. She didn’t mention Vasile, his strange reaction, or her even stranger reaction to him.
She didn’t care about him. She barely knew him. She glanced at the time. Four minutes left.
Carly looked around the club, indulging a natural curiosity about her surroundings. She wasn’t searching for Vasile. She didn’t care about him. Not at all. And if she was looking for him, she’d be out of luck because she didn’t see his chiseled cheekbones anywhere amidst the sex and decadence.
A redheaded, freckle-faced preppy had his mouth full of hard, Asian cock. A man hung upside down from the ceiling, his naked body suspended by a black leather sling. A plus-sized woman was bent over a solid wooden table, squealing with joy as a big, hairy beast of a man fucked her ass.
Carly sighed in envy. Nothing compared to anal play, that decadent sensation of being stuffed. She fingered her phone. It was good, yes, good, that Vasile no longer interested her, because he was so neat and tidy looking, and anal sex often got messy.
She glanced at the screen. Two minutes remaining until he broke his first promise to her. She suspected that would hurt, which was foolish because she didn’t know him.
She certainly didn’t trust him.
Carly tapped her fingers on the couch cushion, looking in the direction Perla had gone. If she left now, she would never be absolutely certain Vasile had broken his promise, and maybe that wouldn’t hurt as much.
But she couldn’t desert Perla. Carly closed her eyes. She kept her promises, even if no one else did.
“If I promised you heaven, I’d keep that promise,” a deep voice intruded on her public solitude.
She glared up at the man, transferring her irritation with Vasile onto the stranger. “What is with everyone reading my thoughts?”
The dark-haired man, so similar in appearance to Vasile yet so different, took a step toward her. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t have such serious thoughts.” He extended his hand.
She studied the smooth, white skin of his palm. Not one man she had fucked tonight had a decent tan. She glanced upward, meeting his gaze. They all had red rimming their eyes. He smiled at her, flashing the tips of abnormally large canines.
Vasile had claws.
No, he didn’t because…”Vampires don’t exist,” she muttered, shaking away her absurd suspicions.
“Don’t they?” The stranger’s mouth curving in a smarmy smile. “Come with me, beautiful, and find out.”
If she went with the stranger, if she threw herself into sex, she might avoid the pain. Carly played with the buttons on her phone, unwilling to look down at the screen and verify what she already knew. Vasile had broken his promise.
God. Why did you have to be like all the others?
“I’m not like all the others,” Vasile murmured, and Carly dropped her phone. Where had he come from? “I said I’d be back in five minutes. I’m back in five minutes.”
He had kept his promise. What did that mean? Could she count on him?
No. Carly pushed that wild thought from her mind. It was a fluke. One kept promise meant nothing.
“I… I… I didn’t know, Master.” The other man stepped away from her. Coward. She curled her top lip, disgusted with his wimpy behavior. “I never w-w-would have… I didn’t mean –”
“I know.” Vasile leveled a hard gaze on his rival. “That’s why your head is still connected to your neck.” The man swallowed hard, his pale skin turning even paler. “Now be gone.” Vasile waved his hand, dismissing the man.
And just like that, he fled. Carly watched as he disappeared into the crowd. “Does that happen a lot?” She turned her head to study Vasile. He watched her with a hungry expression on his face. “People following your orders?”
“Everyone obeys me.” His arrogant words were paired with a slow, lazy smile that made her stomach flutter. “You waited for me.” Vasile held out his hand.
Without thinking, Carly took it, the warmth of his palm traveling up her arm. “I didn’t obey you. I waited for my friend.” She allowed him to pull her to her feet. Her naked curves flattened against his fully clothed, rock-hard physique. They fit together perfectly, too perfectly, their instant connection unnerving her. “I’m still waiting for her.”
“Frey will take care of his little dragon.” Vasile slid his hands up her back, and Carly shivered, anticipation overwhelming her apprehension. “I will take care of you.” He bent his head. She rose onto her toes and parted her lips, the urge to taste him unbearable. Their flesh brushed together in a tender caress, the minty scent of his breath sending tingles along her skin.
A rumble rolled up his chest, obliterating the softness. He covered her mouth with his, his kiss hard and demanding, his tongue stabbing into her, searching, taking, conquering. Carly moaned, surrendering to his dominance, clinging to his shoulders, her worries about future pain forgotten.
He lowered his hands, stroking the small of her back with his fingers, before cupping her ass, dragging her closer to him, pressing her mons against the large, thick ridge in his dress pants. She swiveled her hips, grinding against him, and entwined her fingers in his blue-black hair.
Carly opened her mouth wider and wider, needing to devour him, to match his wildness. She flicked her tongue over his elongated canines until the sharp tips pierced her flesh, and she moaned, pain honing her desire to a fine edge, their kisses flavored with her blood. He growled a reply, the sound thrillingly animalistic, and he sucked frantically on her tongue — his tugs and pulls felt down to her pussy.
“Vasile.” She dropped her head back, offering her neck to his mouth.
He peppered her skin with hard love bites, marking her, and then licked her flesh soothingly, muttering words in a language she didn’t know. She arched, thrusting her breasts upward, and he obligingly lowered, mouthing her curves, rubbing his chin back and forth over her right nipple, teasing her mercilessly.
She needed more. She needed him inside her. Carly pulled back on his belt buckle, anxious to feel him, free him.
“No.” His hand covered hers. “Not here. Not now.” Vasile straightened.
“But…” She stared at him, bewildered by his sudden coldness. Didn’t he want her?
Vasile sighed. “I want you.” He raised her hand and kissed her fingers one by one, pinky finger to thumb. “But if I take you, I’ll forget everything else.”
She raised an eyebrow. How was that a bad thing? That was one of the reasons she had sex — to forget.
“The club is my responsibility,” he explained. “Especially as Frey is… occupied.” He shrugged off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders.
She tugged it close and breathed in deeply. The leather smelled like him. She would smell like him. “Then when and where?”
“My place before sunrise.”
Before sunrise… Carly eyed his pale face. It was simply a phrase. Vampires didn’t exist. “I don’t normally wait for anything.”
“You’ll wait tonight.” He curled a lock of her hair around his left index finger. “I won’t disappoint you.”
“Right.” Carly stuffed her hands in his coat pockets. She’d heard those words before.