Free Fall of kNight by T. L. Mitchell

thought.
    “Julie,” the deep rich and sultry voice cooed. “ You will call out my name before I let you go,” he softly whispered against my ear. A promise I was sure I was going to regret.
    Richard pulled my body closer to his. His penetrating gaze deepened. The tinted contacts he wore couldn‟t hide the hunger present in those blue diamond gems. His taut muscular body pressed tightly against mine. I could feel the full length of his hardness strapped against the inside of his jeans. A thrill of excitement ran through me. The wonder. The curiosity of whether the rumors were true about vampires. From what I felt, they very well could be true. Richard was, without a doubt, well endowed.
    The coolness of his breath lingered against my face again. The soft floral scent drove my mind into a whirlwind. My body weakened. I couldn‟t think. I couldn‟t move.
    I tried hard to regain my will. It was a battle, to say the least. A battle I was losing ever second I remained in his arms.
    Gingerly his mouth met my neck again. The soft caress of his lips moved to that sweet spot. The coolness of his tongue ran softly over the erogenous zone. Chills danced up my spine, thrilling nerve endings I never knew existed. Every nerve in my body was a fire tipped flame, even my teeth ached. It was the slow ache of my canines emerging, the wolf emerging. His mouth opened against my neck. The coolness of his teeth grazed over the sweet spot. Fire burned in my soul, and the burning sensation flew across my body. But there was something inside of me willing my body back to reality. Was it strong enough to free itself from the clutches of this inhumanely beautiful vampire? The vampire who was going to adorn himself with my blood, draw from me the beauty inside my veins.
    With a quick motion, I grabbed Richard. In a flash, I had him pinned against the wall. I blinked a couple of times, allowing my eyes to adjust to the black and white vision.
    Richard seemed taken by surprise at my sudden response. He moved slowly as he backed away from me and pulled my arms down to my side. Our breaths were a series of quick pants. I knew my quick pant was an overactive sex drive. I wasn‟t exactly sure if his was the same. His jaw remained tightly clenched for a moment, and his eyes were wild. Richard had lost control. Slowly, he relaxed, allowing his grip to loosen around my arms.
    “I suggest,” I growled as my teeth clicked, “you might want to reconsider your advances, my vampire friend.”
    Richard studied my eyes for a moment. I could only imagine what he saw, the blackness, and the darkness in my eyes. The things he didn‟t know about me, or any Lycan for that matter. It took every ounce of strength I had to control myself. I was already over the edge. The battle raged within me to regain control. Trying to control the animal that wanted to tear into him was almost a futile effort. He had no idea what he had encountered. The burning rage inside of me wanted to devour every inch of him.
    Take him like the animal I was. My teeth ached to taste the flesh of this vampire.
    “You seemed to have made your point very clear.” He spoke in a controlled manner, still staring cautiously into my eyes.
    “Richard. You have no idea the point I‟m trying to make.” My teeth clicked again.
    “I am sure,” the brown eyebrows met into a frown as his eyes narrowed into tiny slits, “I am well aware of it, now.” He moved.
    “DON‟T!” I snapped. “I‟m not in control of myself!” The rage continued to boil in my veins, burning to the depth of my very soul. The muscles in my body trembled, fighting the urge to lunge for his neck.
    “My… what big teeth you have,” he teased. “Are you planning on eating me?” His mouth twitched into a sly grin.
    “Don‟t tempt me!” A growl erupted deep in my throat as I moved closer to his face, my eyes narrowing as I met his gaze. How could I explain to him that I saw him as my prey?
    My heightened senses flamed