Free Moonlight and Diamonds & The Vampire's Fall by Michele Hauf

combined with the sweetness melded into an intoxicating perfume that he inhaled deeply. Still no wolf. He’d ask her about it later.
    He slid down the zipper at the back of her dress, his fingertips strolling slowly over her skin, the straightness of her spine, until he felt the sexy divots that topped her derriere. There he rocked his thumbs against the concave curves.
    â€œI gotta taste you.” He pulled her from the couch, turning her, so her gorgeous ass faced him. Bending to lick the Venus dimples above her hips, he curled his hands around in front of her mons. One glided up toward her breasts; the other sought the moist warmth between her legs.
    â€œBlyss,” he muttered against her sweet skin. It wasn’t so much her name as an experience, and he intended to take it to the maximum. “So good.”
    She turned and put up a foot on one of his shoulders, forcing him to kneel. So that was the way of it?
    â€œS’il vous plaît,”
she asked sweetly.
    He didn’t know what that meant but that wasn’t going to stop him from taking and giving what he desired. Stryke kissed her mons and glided his hand up her thigh until her wetness enticed him to dash his tongue down her hot seam. Mmm...he was hungry now.
    He lashed at her sensitive apex and her body shuddered in response. Fingers clasping his hair, she balanced there on the back of the couch, one leg sliding over his shoulder, the other, toes barely touching the floor.
    Reaching up, he was rewarded with her hand clasping his. She squeezed tightly every time his tongue hit the spot. She moaned appreciatively.
    The best feeling a guy could have? Kissing a woman between her legs as she came, her thighs squeezing his face and her hands tugging him in desperate release. That he could make her ride a high like this gave him immense satisfaction. He felt pride and also needed to feel her heat wrapping about his cock.
    Before he could stand, Blyss sank to the floor and straddled him, taking his erection inside her. She was so wet and still spasming from the orgasm. The tug and tease on his cock lured him to a speedy orgasm.
    Werewolf or not, this woman was something else.
    * * *
    Blyss woke to the sun beaming across her face. Half of the apartment was capped by windowed, cathedral-style ceilings. She thrived on the sunshine, and this bedroom with the slanted ceiling and the windows that faced the eastern sky fed her very soul.
    She yawned and then realized there was a tremendous body heat lying next to her. He mastered the bed, as if staking a claim.
    She silently swore, clutching the bedsheets up over her breasts. And yet, she could only blame herself for this mistake called Stryke Saint-Pierre. When she’d spied him on the street yesterday afternoon, she should have stepped around the side of a building and pressed her back to the wall as if a thief fearing capture, and waited for him to leave. But something about him had inexplicably compelled her. Drew her to him as if starved for the lust and sensual cravings he seemed to fulfill every time he touched her.
    She turned onto her side, and the movement startled him awake. He reached over and pulled her against his chest, sliding his hand up her stomach to cup her breast. He whispered sleepily, “Come here, glamour girl.”
    Mercy. If this was a mistake then why did lying next to Stryke feel so right?
    * * *
    Stryke dressed as the shower clattered in the next room. Blyss had woken, slipped out from under his arm and padded toward the bathroom. “See you tonight,” she had called. “You can let yourself out.”
    A cold send-off.
    He considered pulling his clothes off and lying back on the bed in wait. They could make love again. He could lose himself in her. Fall into her strange world of glamour, perfection and sensory disguise. Because he forgot everything when wrapped in Blyss’s arms.
    But he knew she wanted him gone by the time the shower stopped. Call it