Free The NightMan by T.L. Mitchell Page A

NightMan growled.
    Another shiver prickled up her spin, causing the hair on her neck to spring on its ends. There had always been a certain amount of electricity between her and the NightMan. The sexual tension between the two had never been explored, at least not by their choice.
    The NightMan remained at the club every night when it opened. A debt he owed, she thought, to the Master. Whatever the reason he stayed, he remained faithful in his servitude. He was one hell of a stout man, which highly attracted her. She wouldn’t deny her appeal to his dark nature, and wouldn’t mind exploring the possibilities of a hot romp with him. Then again, she would have another problem if she dared to touch him, one of which she didn’t care to face. The Master had forbidden for her to be touched by anyone.
    “Thanks for the warning, Adriel,” she sneered as she turned to face the entrance.
    The NightMan shifted again, his leg muscles flexed against his jeans as he returned to his position. For a moment, his thoughts wandered, as he stole another glance at the long legged blond. How he wished he could have those lovely legs around his waist. He didn’t care what she thought. She was with them , and this bothered him. The one thing he did care about was the fact he desired her so badly. There was something about her that drove him crazy every time he was in her presence. Her scent, he inhaled another deep breath, was mesmerizing. The subtle honey scented tones reached deep within his soul, and raptured his darkest desires.
    Adriel knew better than to cross another man’s property. He knew the penalty if he so much as even touched her. The penalty of death came to all NightMen who dared to cross their property. It didn’t matter if the women chose them or not. Death would be faced at the hands of the Master. Sadly for Adriel, the Master owned his only weakness, her. The NightMan’seyes closed. He knew he could only offer her death.
    Adriel was a healthy well-built man, even from his late teenage years. The muscle packed man had the body of a professional wrestler. His bulk came naturally as by his heritage. Only a few knew his origins. Few questioned his appearance, tall, black hair and cold black eyes. Many feared him too much to question him, especially them . However, he did owe a debt and once he repaid the debt, he could leave, return to his home and live his life in peace.
    The black eyes opened again. He tilted his head back, lifting his gaze toward the moon that hung brightly in the sky. Tonight might be the night, he thought as his hands clasped together in front of him. The night he would be set free from his bond. The bond he had suffered to the Master for over the last 100 years. Yes, he hoped his time would be near. Adriel wished nothing more than to live a normal life. One of which was normal in his eyes.
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    Inside the club the music blared, as the base and drums pounded the walls. From the left to the right, the blonde’s gaze roamed the club, searching for the one she knew was there. The NightMan never lied. Wall to wall, a variety of people mingled around the small club. Some danced while others talked loudly and laughed loudly along the sidelines of the dance floor. Aggravated, she shoved her way through the thick crowd to the bar.
    “Hello, Caitlin.”
    A rich a lustrous voice caught her attention. Caitlin turned around quickly in the direction of the voice. It was him.
    “Dorian.” She tamed her tone to a seethe.
    The man who had waited for her the entire night appeared to be calm, despite what the NightMan had told her. But she wouldn’t take his light demeanor as a fore shadow. She knew with Dorian, there was always more to him that met the eye. She glanced over his visage and took note of anything that may indicate his anger. You didn’t want to be in his path of wrath, as he was also known for his brutish behavior. Caitlin had witnessed it too many times in the past, and feared the worse.
    Dorian