Free Nightlord Lover by Kathy Kulig Page A

teleport short distances.”
    She glanced over at Ramon relaxing on the couch. He still
didn’t look well, but he was alert. “Could be a magician’s trick,” she argued.
“But what if you are? Jordan said to trust you because you wouldn’t harm me.”
    “That’s right. No harm.” Garrick moved closer until his body
nearly touched hers. The closeness was torture because she couldn’t deny how
much she wanted him. Her body and logical mind were having it out right now. “I’ve
already used a little of my allure on you, a harmless amount to make you
receptive to my explanation. It’s important you know because we’re out of time.”
    “Out of time for what?”
    “If I don’t claim you as my crimson swan, someone else will.”
His hand moved from her shoulder to her lower back, easing her hips closer. “Most
vamps respect those rights once a mortal is made a swan. Otherwise they can go
as far as making you their slave.”
    “I’m strong-willed. I could stop them,” she argued in a whisper
as her hands grasped his hips. The evidence of his arousal pressed against her
pussy. He was as hard as a pike. As she wondered what it would feel like to
have him plunging that cock into her, wetness coated her panties. She wasn’t
doing a good job resisting him. Did she want to? An odd sensation radiated
through her body, as if her legs and arms were no longer her own. He gave her a
steady gaze filled with desire and a primal need. How could she ignore the
scorching seduction when she desperately ached for him? Didn’t she say it was a
bad idea? Could she possibly believe they were supernatural creatures? It would
explain her experience under the bridge.
    “You think you’re that strong?” His lips caressed her neck
and chills ran up and down her spine. If he wasn’t supporting her back, she’d
drop to the floor since her bones felt like rubber. His tongue dampened her
skin, scorching the nerve endings at her nipples, to her clit, down to her
toes. Her hands meandered over his silk shirt, feeling all the hard muscles
beneath. Breathing became and effort.
    Then his mouth took hers in a brutal kiss, deep and
desperate, and not nearly enough. More, she needed more of him. She took hold
of his hips and ground her pussy against his hard cock. Yes. That’s what she
wanted, what she needed, inside her deep, thrusting. “Garrick,” she murmured. “Yes.”
    No, she wasn’t going to sleep with her landlord to keep her
business. With every ounce of energy she had, she shoved him away. “Stop.” He
did, but she had to continue holding him to keep from collapsing. “I’m sure
others find your charms irresistible but I can take care of myself. Business
will pick up. I’ll advertise.”
    Panting, she moved out of his embrace and leaned on the wall
for support. Ramon moaned as if he was enjoying the show. He possessed her with
his gaze, turning her on, and she felt her cheeks flush.
    Garrick stood in front of her with a shocked expression then
smiled. “You are strong-willed. Good. You’ll need that, but it won’t keep you
alive.”
    A chill of fear ran through her. Jordan said to trust them
and she believed Garrick. He truly looked fearful. “I need proof, Garrick, to
believe this crazy proposition.”
    “Gladly.”
    She felt the breeze before she realized Garrick vanished and
reappeared across the room and Ramon stood beside her. Garrick had removed his
shirt in less than a second. She never saw them move to the other side of her
living room. “How did you—”
    Then it happened again. This time she moved. The sensation
made her head spin like when she had traveled from the towpath to the top of
the bridge. One second she was looking at Garrick, standing by a window, the
next she was gazing up at her ceiling. It took her a moment to realize she lay
flat on the floor, Garrick’s body positioned on top of her, her legs parted and
her wrists pinned over her head by him. Not in danger? Jordan didn’t say
anything