The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) (4 page)

“All I need is a few minutes to talk to him.  A few
questions.”  Aaron sat in the chair across the table from Ivan, Michelle in a chair
at his side.  Katya’s apartment above the abandoned store front had a shoebox
for a dining room, complete with missing splotches of wall paper and a delightful
moldy smell beneath the wet dog aroma.

Might have been a quaint little apartment once, like fifty
years ago.

Ivan leaned forward to hold Aaron’s gaze.  “These people
don’t chitchat.  How you say in America?  Deep shit?  They have been in deep
shit since World War II.  The Allies did nothing for them.  Russia to one side
and China on the other, is like a sandwich.  They are fucked both ways.  The hard
life makes hard people.  Heroine flows through Albania like a river, straight
to the West.”  He gestured with his palm flat, sliding along like flowing water.

Aaron rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, we get it.  They’re all bad-ass
drug dealers, and it’s a hard-knock life.  Yada, yada, yada.  Let’s just get in
there and forego the sob-story history of poor, forgotten Albania.  I only need
a few minutes to get in his head, and then I’m done.  I don’t need to chitchat. 
I don’t need him to say much of anything.  Get me in the room, I’ll ask the
questions, and I’ll have my answers.”

“No matter to me if you get shot full of holes.  But when I’m
in the room, is different.  Your smart mouth will get my ass blown off.”  He
snapped his fingers.

Aaron frowned, and then grinned.  “So you run the show.  You
ask the questions.  All I need is the mental triggers to get him thinking.”

Ivan stroked his chin.  His gaze turned inward, pondering
the idea.  His bulk shifted as his head bobbed up and down.  “Okay, tomorrow I
go with you, under one condition – the ladies stay out of it.”

Michelle growled low in her throat.  “I go where Aaron
goes.”

Aaron nodded to her.  He had to go with Michelle on this
one.  Their time in Paris had wrought fundamental changes in their relationship. 
She possessed a certain insecurity now, a fear of losing him.  He feared losing
her the same.  Michelle had died in his arms.  He couldn’t bear that loss
again.  Reunited, they had made a pact to never be separated again.

Katya stood up from the other side of the table, her hand on
Ivan’s shoulder.  “I’m not letting you go alone.  Definitely not alone with
either of them.”  She pointed at Aaron and then Michelle.

“Albanians don’t respect women.  You have no place in this
business.”  Ivan held Katya’s gaze with a you-know-I’m-right look.

Katya pegged Ivan with a patronizing look.  “You forget, I
was in Kosovo, and Iraq.  I know these men, how dangerous they are.”

“
Zvezda moya
, you know I am right.  In their world,
women are for making babies.”

“Fine!  But you’re not taking her either.”  Katya pointed at
Michelle.

Michelle stared, unblinking at Aaron.  “I don’t have to be
in the room with you.”  Her eyes swung to Katya and Ivan, then back to him.  “I’ll
give you fifteen minutes.  And then I am coming for you.” 
And heaven help
the fool that gets in her way
.  Aaron knew too well the havoc and bloodshed
his vampire lover could unleash.  Michelle was the last enemy you’d ever make.

* * * *

Michelle didn’t want to waste another minute of the night. 
The moment they were alone, back in their hotel suite, she attacked the buttons
on Aaron’s dress shirt and slid her hands over his smooth, hard chest.  Not a
large man, but amazingly strong, and highly toned.  She loved the feel of his
flawless skin and tight muscles, especially when he pressed her down into the
bed.  She planned to spend the rest of her life smothered by Aaron’s body.  Her
own personal sex god.

His fingertips traced the line of her brow and cheek, and deep
love shone in his eyes.  She had never thought a man would look at her that
way.  Lust she could find aplenty – men lusted after her endlessly.

Love was another matter.

Her fingers followed the ridges of his collarbone and then
circled his nipple to watch it harden.  His head leaned back with a moan, and
she was tempted to bite him in the jugular vein, right where he liked it.

Shirt undone, she continued downwards with his pants zipper. 
Her hand enclosed his hard cock with a rewarding groan escaping from his lips. 
This wonderful man was hard for her anytime.

She slid her hand up and down, from the curve of his balls
to the glistening tip of his cock.  “
Bon
sang ne peut mentir
.” 
Good blood cannot lie
.  The fact that
Aaron Pilan came from good stock was never more evident than when she held his
fullness in her hand.

“Oh woman, you don’t know what you’re in for.”  He smiled
and his eyes darkened with that look – the look that promised he would fuck her
stupid.  She loved watching the depth of love in his eyes as he thrust into her
hard and fast.

“
Mon amour,
I do know, and I am planning on it.”  She grinned and went down on her knees to
pay homage to this man whom she loved with all her heart.  She swallowed him
all the way down.

He growled as his hands fisted in her hair, almost choking
her with his length.  “Oh Michelle, I love when you take it all.”

His encouragement spurred her on.

She’d gladly service him every night, just like this, for as
long as he wanted her.  Slurping on the head of his cock, feeling him twitch in
her mouth, her own arousal wet her panties.  Pleasing Aaron turned her on so
bad, she could hardly wait to feel his punishing length buried inside her.  She
cupped and massaged his balls, feeling them tighten in her hands, while sucking
hard and fast.

His cock grew even larger, more rigid, that special moment
right before he flooded her mouth in hot release.  She milked her lover for
every drop, biding her time for her turn.  She ached for him, her feminine
folds swollen and slick with need.

His fingers uncurled from her hair, and he rocked back on
his heels, almost losing balance with the power of his orgasm.  “There are no
words to describe how wonderful you are, woman.”

Pulling his cock from her mouth, she smiled and licked the
last of his juices off her lips.  “My turn.”

He looked down at her and a shadow crossed his face. 
Something was not right.  “Michelle, my love, this could get complicated.  She
wants me to go to her, now.”

Instant rage issued a growl from between her gritted teeth. 
“Not until we are finished!”

His eyes shone with sympathy.  “She wants you there too …”
Sympathy and a hint of mischief.  Michelle narrowed her eyes.  The bastard was
looking forward to this.

“The bitch wants me in her bed?”

“Yes.  Every night I come to her, I smell of you.  She wants
a taste of the real thing.”

“How does she know I enjoy women, too?”  Michelle
shuddered.  Urvashi’s fingers crept into every aspect of her intimacy with
Aaron, sneaking through his mind, violating their private moments.  Now she
wanted to flaunt it in her face?

The women in Aaron’s life had never mattered to Michelle before. 
They were only food and occasional fun.  She experienced no jealousy when Aaron
played with the food.  No woman could claim a majestic creature like Aaron, but
Urvashi was different.

The bitch would be there forever, tugging his strings,
telling him what to do, manipulating him.  He might even learn to love her,
eventually, and that scared Michelle more than anything.

Aaron didn’t shy away from Michelle’s accusing eyes.  “You
know she’s in here.”  He tapped on his temple.  “There is little I can hide
from her.”

During her long life, Michelle had learned that honesty is a
commodity in short supply, but for Aaron it seemed so natural.  Her deep rage
at her loss of control over Aaron sparked an insatiable need for vengeance. 
Jamison would die for what he done, for her loss, for this insane situation
with Urvashi.

She blamed Jamison for everything.

Lately she had been thinking of new ways to win this contest. 
If Urvashi could squeeze Aaron with her fingers of influence, why not
Michelle?  Two can play that game.  She pecked his cheek in acceptance of the
new deal.  “I will do this for you, because you want it – not for her.  Are you
sure you can handle us both?”  Michelle cupped his balls and gripped his wet
cock, wondering if his gear was up to the task.

As his erection stiffened once again, he growled at her. 
“Don’t challenge me woman, I’ll leave you limping for the rest of the week.”

“I wish you would stop holding back.”

He assessed her with a wicked grin.  “Be careful what you
wish for, you just might get it.”

Her only answer was to slowly, sensually remove her
clothes.  His eyes tracked her as the last scrap of her panties slid down her
legs.  Stripping for him was such a turn-on.  Her sex throbbed with need in
anticipation of the unknown encounter with this strange creature, Urvashi. 
Michelle had often wondered what she might be missing out on when Aaron left
for Urvashi’s room.

Aaron shed the rest of his clothes, and they donned matching,
black silk bathrobes.  He led her down the hallway to Urvashi, but at the last
second Michelle stepped in front to knock on the door.

Urvashi answered with an emotionless face, conveying not a
hint of her mood.  “It’s about time you joined the party.”  She gestured for
them to enter.

Her Persian Highness, Urvashi, had the paisley-patterned
suite.  Swirling pastels crept all over the furniture like some deep sea
creature.  Her room was the size of a New York apartment, the deluxe package. 
The conservative color scheme seemed to match Urvashi’s reserved, Buddhist
monk, unflinchingly calm personality.

Urvashi had raised her voice only once in Michelle’s
presence, and the backlash of her anger had unleashed a wave of power that had
knocked both her and Aaron flat on their backs.  Michelle had quickly learned
that Urvashi was not to be trifled with.

And now this inhuman creature sized her up like a meal to be
devoured.  She had a sense that this would be a night to remember.  Juices of
Michelle’s arousal leaked down her inner thighs as she stood before Urvashi’s
appraising eyes.

“Okay, this isn’t weird at all.”  Aaron watched both women
with a leery expression.  He probably thought they were going to cut each
other’s eyes out.  The thought had occurred to Michelle on more than one
occasion.

Michelle decided to make the bridge.  If she wanted to keep
Aaron’s favor, she would have to take extra measures above and beyond the call
of duty.  She stepped up to Urvashi and smiled warmly.  “Thank you for inviting
me, I do appreciate the gesture.”

“Ah, am I to think you came for me?  I know why you’re here,
to please Aaron.  But that is not why I asked for you.  Tonight you will please
us both.”

“
Donner au diable son dû
.” 
Give
the devil his due
.

Urvashi opened Michelle’s robe at the neck and let it slide
down off her body.  “Yes.  This devil will take all that you can give.”

Golden fingers of tingling current brushed across Michelle’s
nipples as Urvashi played with her.  Her pussy lips swelled with the sensations
coursing from the tips of her breasts straight to her groin.  Her eyes closed
in appreciation of the wondrous feel of Urvashi’s heavenly touch.  With feather
light strokes and gliding, crackling electric slide, Urvashi tuned up her
arousal like a conductor preparing an orchestra.

Aaron slid up behind Michelle, his robe already discarded. 
The warm, hard ridges of his erection pressed in between her butt cheeks as he
nibbled on her earlobe.

Michelle leaned her head back and surrendered to the assault
of sensations turning her helpless and legless.  “
Mon dieu
, Aaron.  You never told me she could do
this.  I think I can forgive you, now.”

His laughter rumbled against her ear as his shaft pressed
deeper into the cleft of her ass to slide between her legs.  Looking Urvashi in
the eyes, Michelle reached down between her sopping wet folds and tried to
slide the head of his cock inside.

Urvashi’s hand closed over hers, the electric zing flowing
through her fingers and straight into her sensitive labia.

“Oye.”  She almost came right there.

Urvashi pulled her hand away.  “This is for me tonight. 
Mine alone.  Aaron will have to find another place to put his cock.”  Urvashi
slid her warm magic fingers down over Michelle’s juicy clit, rubbing in
circular motions and then dipped two fingers inside, curling up and back into
that place, that special spot.

Only Aaron knew exactly where to hit that spot, Michelle had
taught him.  This woman had stolen the intimate knowledge of Michelle’s body from
her lover’s mind.

The unimaginable sensation of electrostim both inside and
out, with Urvashi’s flexing fingers brought on a splashing wave of climax. 
“Oye,
mon dieu!
” 
Michelle yanked Aaron’s hair to pull him down into a solid chomp, burying her
fangs in his neck.  An orgasm this good could not be managed without biting

Through the haze of wondrous sensations, her wet mound
humping on Urvashi’s magic hand, the woman issued a warning.  “Do not bite me. 
I made allowance for one mistake. I will not do so again.”

Michelle let go of Aaron’s neck, slurping his blood off her
lips and nodded.  “
Oui
.”  Too absorbed in the moment to think of
anything but the simplest answer.

“I mean it.  If you bite me, I will be forced to kill you. 
I do not want you bound to me.”

Michelle nodded in agreement once again, her eyes half
closed as she grudge-fucked Urvashi’s powerful hand.

Aaron’s strong grip seized her hips.  “Michelle, hold
still.”  As the head of his cock probed her anus, she knew this night would be
the beginning of a new and wondrous chapter in her life.