Real Vampires: Glory Does Vegas Bartlett, Gerry (good fiction books to read .txt) 📖

it. “Remember where I come from. I was a warrior in a time when I had to fight to survive. Everything I did was physical.”

He pulled me closer, rougher, more the man I’d known then. As he’d said, the warrior. “Do you remember when we met?”

“Of course. You wore your kilt and carried a sword. I thought you were handsome and terribly dangerous.” I leaned against him, breathing in his familiar scent I loved. That had never changed. It meant safety to me and, yes, love.

“I don’t know about handsome, but I pride myself on still being dangerous.” He reached under his shirt and brought out a small dagger. “I would never hurt you, but any man, woman or creature who thinks to do so will feel the sting of my knife.”

I smiled and looked into his face. “My warrior. Will you think me foolish if I warn you to be careful? There is someone…”

“Who, Gloriana? Has someone been bothering you?” He gripped that knife.

“Never mind. It’s just that you have always been my protector.” I wouldn’t warn him about Davenport. A demon was too unpredictable and would laugh at a knife anyway.

“I would like you with me. Not only because I love you and want you close.” He put the knife away. “But because having you with me makes me happy, Gloriana. Can you understand that?”

“Yes. Because I’m happy when I’m with you.” I put my arms around his neck. “We’ve talked enough. Send the shifters away. I want to make love with you, Jeremiah. I plan to scream the place down.”

He laughed and picked me up, carrying me through the living room. “Begone, shifters. You may come back when the dawn is upon us.”

“You sound like the ancient warrior you once were, Jeremiah.” I kissed his neck. I didn’t dare look at Valdez. I knew he’d think I was back to being weak for my lover. I didn’t care. We did have centuries of history together. We made each other happy. I heard the hall door close and the lock engage. Then I thought of nothing but the night ahead and the bed where Jeremiah dropped me.

I lay there and watched him throw off his clothes in a hurry. “Slow down. I think we have at least an hour before the sun rises.” I began to unbutton my top. “I have already showered. What can we do that will make this night more interesting?”

Jeremiah stood next to the bed, his pants on but shirtless. “Well, let me think.” He walked into the living room and came back with the ice bucket. “Take off your shirt. I saw this on a TV show.”

“What have you been doing? Watching naughty movies?” I threw off my shirt and kicked away my shoes.

“They call it porn, Gloriana, and I have. Because my lover is not there with me.” He dropped his pants on the floor. “Get naked. I think this is going to be fun.” He set the ice bucket on the nightstand and crawled on the bed, helping me pull down my jeans. He chose to grab my lacy panties with his teeth, making us both laugh when he pulled them down that way then growled and nipped at my toes.

“Animal!” I rolled him over and sat astride. “Now what can I do with an ice cube?” I selected one from the bucket and ran it over his nipples. He shivered and his eyes darkened. “Do you like that?” I leaned over and drew one nipple into my mouth. The cold against my mouth made me shiver too.

“Not sure if this is working for me. Your turn.” He flipped us and used an ice cube. He circled one breast with it, then the other, following the icy water with his mouth.

“Mmm. It’s exciting. More.” I had to admit, we’d done so much, tried so much, I was glad he’d decided to experiment. When he ran a new cube down my stomach, I gasped. Slipping it inside me was too much. “Stop! I—” His mouth covering the spot took care of the painful pleasure and I writhed beneath him. “Jerry!”

Soon we were joined, him taking me in the way that always made me lose my mind. Yes, we were two halves of a whole. I loved him. We knew each other so well that it was easy to make that final climax fulfilling and completely satisfying. The ice bucket sat forgotten beside the bed. We needed no distractions when it came to our lovemaking. It was not just sex. I would never call it that.

I lay in his arms and felt the dawn pulling at me. My body was heavy and content. I felt loved. I had no doubt of it.

The hall door opened and I heard voices. Valdez and Sherie were back. Jeremiah’s arm wrapped around me when I made sure the sheet covered us. It was good to be guarded, to be safe, but too bad we couldn’t be truly alone in our death sleep. That was the lot of a vampire. What a blessing that Jeremiah could afford the best to take care of us.

I had a moment to think about what was coming. There was a demon who was determined to cause me pain and now he knew that I valued Jeremiah most in this world. What could Davenport do to him? Jeremiah was immortal but he had been hurt grievously before. And vampires could be killed. Stakes made of a certain wood…

My heart stuttered. Surely Davenport wouldn’t go that far, would he? How could I keep my man safe? Demons weren’t the kind of thing my warrior could fight with his knife. No, this would take clever thinking and trickery.

I closed my eyes and tried not to despair. Karla would say use networking. Surely there was someone who could help me figure this out. Okay, I’d look for that someone as soon as I woke.

I composed a text: Help. Anyone know how to trick a demon?

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