A vampire for Ania
eBook ISBN · 9781419924378
Publisher · Ellora's Cave Publishing
Genre ·Paranormal Romance
Length · Full Length Novel
Johann isn’t happy with his latest assignment for STORM – until he meets Ania Zelinski.
Johann and Ania ignite passion that lights up the Los Angeles sky. They can’t get enough of each other even though Johann thinks Ania knows more than she’s telling about his quarry, the elusive Dr. Bennett.
Ania should be concentrating on her failing catering company and her sick brother, not spending her days and nights in sexual ecstasy, but she can’t keep away. When Johann introduces her to his best friend, she discovers what it’s like to have two demanding, lustful men in her bed.
She is falling in love with Johann, even though she knows he’s a vampire, with a lifespan much longer than hers. Perhaps, in his arms, she can discover what forever feels like.
Or perhaps they’ll both die, if they don’t find Bennett before he finds them.
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He explored her mouth languorously and stroked his tongue against hers. Time stilled as she experienced and returned his caresses. She slid her hands around his waist to steady herself, feeling the bandage catch on his shirt then move on. The scratch didn’t even sting any more.
He drew away and she gave herself a moment before she opened her eyes. He didn’t let her go when she tried to pull back, but loosened his hold a little. He gazed down at her, his eyes glazed. “Before you leave here, I want to build a mental barrier for you. Your thoughts are too open.”
She started, hoping he hadn’t noticed the secrets she’d been at great pains to conceal. He smiled. “You have certain areas I can’t enter without hurting you, but you’re spending too much effort maintaining them all. One big barrier, like a brick wall with a door in it, would be much more efficient.” He touched his lips to her frown. “That’s not the only thing I want to do, but that, my lovely girl, is up to you.”
Thoughts raced through her head, made worse by her inability to conceal them. “Will you promise to stay out of my mind unless I invite you in?”
Slowly, he nodded. “If that’s what you want. Although I’ll have to enter to build your barrier. Once I’ve done it you can maintain it. I’ll ask first, I promise.” He lifted a hand and stroked it over her forehead. “You have beautiful skin. Like porcelain.”
“It’s genetic. My mother has—had it too.”
He was giving her time to think. She knew and appreciated it, but his patience wasn’t endless. His eyes sparkled with little red lights and his body, taut against hers, throbbed with anticipation.
Every reason she thought of she dismissed—a one-night stand, her first. So what? Maybe it was about time. Health reasons—she was clean and she knew Talents didn’t get diseases. She couldn’t think of a single reason not to.
She looked up at him and smiled. “Yes.” And then the reasons why she should flooded her mind but the only important one was that she thought he was the hottest thing she’d seen in years. And he wanted her.
He didn’t give her a chance to change her mind but took her mouth again, this time plundering her. She plundered back, opening her mouth wide to take him and shoving her hands under his shirt to touch bare skin.
The contact sizzled through her and she felt him flinch, but he didn’t pull away. He gasped into her mouth. She expected the flavor of alcohol because the attendees had been plied with drink since their arrival; something more than one of them had commented on and laughed at. But this man tasted of pure male. She hadn’t even known what that tasted like before.
He pulled away and she heard his breath in the sudden silence, coming shorter than before. He pulled the ties of her apron loose and lifted it over her head, shifting just enough to give it room to fall to the floor. Then he started on the buttons of her blouse.
Panic hit her. Had she worn the old bra, the comfortable one that had gone gray with washing? Oh God, she had. That sucked.
But she needn’t have worried because he hardly looked. He reached around her, flicked the clasp open and drew the cups down over her breasts. Then he looked. He stared for what seemed like forever and together they watched her nipples harden into tight peaks. “What a gorgeous sight.”
Well if he didn’t mention her bra, she wouldn’t. Besides, he was touching her now. She’d keep that bra forever, as a souvenir and a reminder of how his hands felt on her skin.
After one gentle stroke to each breast with the backs of his fingers, he tugged her blouse clear of her skirt and skimmed it down her arms. She shook it off and brought her arms forward to get rid of the bra. Only just in time, as he dragged her back to him. “I was right. You’re stunning.”
Although Ania didn’t have the skinny looks of a top model, she’d never had complaints. But all her previous encounters paled next to this. They’d been fun, sharing times for the most part, with a mistake or two along the way. Six to be precise, with one long-term relationship. All in the past.
Just one touch from Johann blew them all out of the water. He gave her a slow smile and reached for her skirt zipper. “Is this something Talents do?” she managed.
“What’s that, miláčku?”
“Wh-what you’re doing now?”
He glanced down at his hands, busy with the button at the top of her skirt. “Isn’t this the way it’s usually done?”
She managed a tremulous smile in response to his. “Never mind. This is just a bit—intense.”
“Yeah.” His voice deepened, roughened. “Me too. And no, it’s nothing to do with me being anything other than a man. Just forget everything else.”
Her skirt slid down her legs and he groaned. “I knew it. Stockings. Oh baby.”
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