Chandler is the youngest of the Sutherland vampires to arrive in the present time. He's twenty-four, handsome, and has a ravenous blood thirst--and sexual desires that haven't been fulfilled for ten thousand years. The last thing he expects is to encounter Johannes, the master vampire who turned him into a creature of the night--or a sexy undercover detective masquerading as a pole dancer to catch an art thief. Jada Harris is irresistible and sexually willing--but Johannes is a deadly threat. Chandler isn't cowardly--in his medieval era he was a fearless soldier. Sensing trouble from the young vampire, the old master issues a deadly threat that forces Chandler to choose whether he remains in the old vampire's territory or leave the city to save his self.
She reached inside her jacket and extracted a set of handcuffs. "I think I'm going to have to arrest you, just until I find out who you really are?"
"Why? What did I do?" Amusement traveled through his insides.
"Stand up and put your hands behind your back." She rose, spread her legs and braced her body. "I'm taking you in."
He chuckled. "Thank you, but I have other plans for this evening."
Her eyes widened. She reached for her gun.
Chandler reached out and grasped her around the waist, hauling her across his lap.
She yelped in surprise and tried to break his hold, pushing at his chest with flattened palms.
"You're no match for my strength, Jada." His voice was low toned, calm. He smiled down into her surprised face, then bent his head and brushed his lips across hers. "Your mouth tastes like honey. I could feed on you all day and night." He pressed his lips against hers with a force that made her moan and close her eyes.
Her body relaxed. She wound her arms around his neck and leaned against his chest. Her breasts flattened against the hard muscles beneath his coat, her warmth penetrated his cool flesh. He took her mouth as though he owned it, poking his tongue between her lips and commanding she open up for his sensual probing. He stroked her back and delved his hand beneath her jacket and blouse, finding her supple skin. A low moan found its way up his throat.
Chandler took away her jacket and blouse, baring her body as he continued kissing her lips, claiming her forever more as he took total control of the situation. She closed her eyes and didn't complain as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. He covered her breasts with his hands and plucked her nipples until they were taut nubs. When she quivered beneath his hands, he released the zipper in her pants and pushed them from her body. She lay across his lap naked, her legs splayed and his hand in her crotch. He stroked her silken tissues while she moaned and clung to his chest, her arms wound tightly around his neck, her mouth pressed seductively to his.
He brought her quickly to orgasm with his stroking fingers. Her breathless moans served only to intensify his sexual urges. I wonder if there's a bed in one of those upstairs rooms? He dashed the thought. He didn't dare carry her up the stairs only to wander the hallway in search of the right room to fulfill his lusty urges. He slid her off his lap onto the couch and tore at his clothes. Momentarily he parted her legs with one knee and climbed atop her body, plunging his hot cock between her splayed legs. She gasped and levered her body upward, only to clasp his shoulders with both hands and pull him down against her breasts.
Chandler thrust inside her core, ramming his hard cock to the hilt, pausing, savoring, pulling back and ramming inside again, deeper. Her warmth surrounded his cock, held it tightly and slicked along its hot length. He savored the heat of her body, longed to keep his cock inside her forever, thrusting, bringing orgasm to the fore. He nuzzled her neck and nestled his face in the niche formed by her collarbone and shoulder. The urge to drink her blood came upon him suddenly.