DH 05 Kiss Of The Night (6 page)

Cassandra’s eyes fluttered open as she felt strong, hot hands unbuttoning her flannel gown. Startled, she stared up at the Dark-Hunter who had saved her life at the club.

His midnight eyes were hungry with desire as he looked down at her.

“It’s you,” she breathed, her head fuzzy from her dreams.

He smiled at that and appeared delighted by her words. “You remember me?”

“Of course. How could I ever forget the way you kiss?”

His smile widened wickedly as he parted her gown and ran his hand over her bared skin. She moaned at the warmth of his palm on her flesh. Against her wil , a stab of desire tore through her as her breasts tingled from his fiery touch. The cal uses of his rough fingers lightly, gently scraped her swol en nipples. It made her stomach contract even more. Made her throb as moisture pooled itself between her legs, making her want even more to take his entire strength into her body.

She realized her Viking savior was completely naked in her bed. Wel , maybe not completely. He did wear a silver necklace of Thor’s hammer and a smal crucifix.

Okay, that was pushing it. But he wore the necklace wel against his tawny skin.

The dim light caressed every contour of his magnificent body. His shoulders were wide and wel muscled, his chest a perfect sculpting of male proportions.

And his rear…

It was the stuff of legends!

His chest and legs were lightly covered by dark hair. His strong, lightly whiskered chin begged for a woman to lick her way down it until she could tilt his head back and continue on to his luscious neck.

But what fascinated her was the intricate Norse tattoo that covered his entire right shoulder and ended in a highly stylized band that encircled his biceps. It was beautiful.

And yet it didn’t hold a candle to the man in her arms.

He was gorgeous. Mouthwateringly so.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he traced circles around her breasts with his hot tongue.

“I’m making love to you.”

Had she not been asleep, those words would have terrified her. But al thoughts of fear and everything else scattered as he cupped her breast in his hand.

She hissed in pleasure and expectation.

Gently, he massaged her, rubbing his cal used palm against her taut nipple until it was so tight that she wanted to beg him to kiss her. Beg him to suckle her.

“So soft,” he whispered against her lips before he claimed them as wel .

Cassandra sighed. Her body burned with an astounding intensity as she ran her hands over his bare, broad shoulders. She’d never felt the likes of them. Wel formed and perfect, they rippled with his power and strength.

And she wanted to feel more of him.

He moved his hand away from her and reached for her braid. She watched him study her hair as he loosened it. “Why do you wear your hair like this?” he asked in that intoxicatingly deep, accented voice.

“The curls tangle if I don’t.”

His eyes snapped fire as if he thought her braid were some kind of abomination. “I don’t like it. Your hair is too beautiful to be bound.”

He ran his hands through her freed curls and his gaze instantly turned tender. Soft. He brushed her hair with his fingers until it covered her bared breasts. His breath fel against her skin while he teased her nipples with her curls and his touch.

“There now,” he said, his Norse accent smooth and lilting. “A more beautiful woman, I’ve never seen.” Her body molten, Cassandra could do nothing but watch him watch her.

He was stunningly handsome. Masculine in a barbaric way that made the woman in her thrum with primal need.

It was obvious this was a dangerous man. Basic. Hard. Unyielding.

“What is your name?” she asked as he dipped his head to nibble her neck. His whiskered cheeks prickled her flesh, raising chil s al over her as he tasted her.

“Wulf.”

She shivered as she realized the source of this midnight fantasy. “Like Beowulf?” He smiled hungrily, flashing her a brief glimpse of his long, canine teeth. “Actual y, I’m more like Grendel. I come out only at night to devour you.”

She shivered again as he gave one long, deliciously wicked lick to the underside of her breast.

Now this was a man who knew wel how to pleasure a woman. And better yet, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to finish, but rather took his time with her.

If there was any doubt before, that alone told her this was a dream!

Wulf ran his tongue over her soft skin and delighted in her murmurs of pleasure as he tasted her salty-sweet flesh. He loved the warm, soothing feel and smel of this woman.

She was delectable.

He hadn’t had a dream like this in centuries. It was so real, and yet he knew it wasn’t.

She was only a figment of his starving imagination.

Even so, she touched him in a way he’d never before known. And she smel ed so good… like fresh roses and powder.

Womanly.Soft.

A tender morsel just waiting for him to sample her. Or better stil , devour.

Pul ing back, he returned to her hair that reminded him of the color of sunshine. The fiery gold strands captivated him as the curls wrapped themselves around his fingers and tugged at the edges of his stone heart. “You have such beautiful hair.”

“So do you,” she said as she brushed his hair back from his face.

She scraped his whiskers with her fingernail as she traced the curve of his jaw. Gods, how long had it been since he’d last had a woman?

Three, four months?

Three, four decades?

It was hard to keep track of time when it stretched out interminably. Al he knew was that he had long ago given up the dream of having a woman like this under him.

Since no woman could remember him, he refused to take decent women into his bed.

Al too wel , he knew what it was like to wake up after sex and have no idea what had been done to him. To lie there wondering how much of it had been real and how much had been a dream.

So, he had relegated his encounters to women he could pay for their services, and then only when he absolutely could stand his celibacy no more.

But this one had remembered his kiss.

She had remembered
him
.

The thought made his heart soar. He liked this dream, and if he could, he’d stay in it forever.

“Tel me your name,
villkat
.”

“Cassandra.”

He felt the word rumble under his lips as he kissed the column of her throat. She trembled in response to his tongue stroking her flesh.

And he loved it. Loved the sounds she made as she returned his caresses. She ran her hot, eager hands over his naked back and paused her right hand over the brand on his left shoulder.

“What is this?” she asked curiously.

He glanced down at the sign of a bow and arrow. “It’s the mark of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and of the moon.”

“Do al Dark-Hunters have it?”

“Yes.”

“How strange…”

Wulf couldn’t stand the flannel barrier anymore. He wanted to see more of her.

Wulf lifted the hem of her gown. “This should be burned.” She frowned. “Why?”

“Because it keeps me from you.”

With one tug, he pul ed it over her head.

Her eyes widened for an instant, then turned dark with her own passion.

“Now, that’s better,” he whispered, feasting on the sight of her taut breasts, her narrow waist, and best of al , the strawberry-blond curls at the juncture of her thighs.

He skimmed his hand between her breasts, down over her stomach, and around her hip.

Cassandra reached out and ran her hand over the glorious skin of his chest, delighting in the rocky terrain of his muscles. He felt so wonderful. His body rippled with every move he made.

The deadly power of him was undeniable, and yet he was as gentle as a tamed lion in her bed. She couldn’t believe the tenderness in his hot, masterful touch.

His dark, moody features stirred her deeply, and his eyes held such a vital intel igence as they took in the world around him.

She wanted to tame this wild beast.

To feed him from her hand.

With that thought, Cassandra reached down between their bodies and took his hard cock into her palm.

He growled low in his throat, then kissed her senseless.

Like some sleek, muscled predator, he moved over her mouth, burning her with his kisses.

“Yes,” he gasped as she sheathed him with her hands. His breathing ragged, he stared at her with a hunger so raw that it made her shiver with anticipation.

“Touch me, Cassandra,” he whispered, covering her hand with his.

She watched as he closed his eyes and showed her how to stroke him. Cassandra bit her lip at the feel of him between her hands. He was a large man. Large and thick and powerful.

His jaw steely, he opened his eyes and singed her with a hot stare. She knew playtime was over.

Like an unleashed predator, he rol ed her onto her back and separated her thighs with his knees. He lowered his long, lean body over hers and, like he had promised, devoured her.

Cassandra gasped as his hands and lips sought out every inch of her body with a furious intensity. And when he buried his hand between her legs, she shook al over. His long fingers stroked and delved deep inside her, teasing her until she was weak from it.

“You’re so wet,” he growled in her ear as he pul ed back from her.

Cassandra trembled as he spread her legs wider.

“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your pleasure when I take you.” She looked up at him.

The moment their gazes locked, he buried himself deep inside her.

She moaned in pleasure. He was so hard and thick, and he felt wonderful as he thrust against her hips.

Wulf pul ed back so that he could watch her face while he took his time making love to her and savoring the feel of her warm, wet body beneath his. He bit his lip as she ran her hand down his spine, then scored his back with her nails.

He growled in response, wanting her wildness.

Her passion.

She placed her hands against his lower back, urging him faster. He obliged her more than wil ingly. She lifted her hips to him and he laughed.

If she wanted to be in control, he was certainly in the mood to let her. Rol ing over, he pul ed her on top of him without leaving her body.

She gasped as she looked down at him.

“Ride me,
elskling
,” he breathed.

Her eyes dark and untamed, she leaned forward, spil ing her hair across his chest as she slid herself down the length of him until he was barely stil sheathed by her body, then fel back, pul ing him into her al the way to his hilt.

He shook from the force of it.

He cupped her breasts and squeezed gently as she took control of their pleasure.

Cassandra couldn’t believe the way he felt underneath her. It had been a long time since she’d made love to a man and she had never had one like this.

One who was so innately masculine. So virile and wild.

One she knew nothing about except that he made her mother’s people tremble in terror.

And he had saved her life.

It must be her repressed sexuality that had summoned him into her dreams. Her need to make contact with someone before she died.

That was her biggest regret. Due to the curse of her mother’s family, she had been fearful of approaching other Apol ites. Like her mother before her, she had been forced to live in the human world as one of them.

But she had never been one of them. Not real y.

Al she had ever wanted was to be accepted. To find someone who could understand her past and not think her mental when she told tales of a cursed lineage.

And monsters who stalked the night.

Now she had a Dark-Hunter for her own.

At least for tonight.

Grateful for that, she laid herself over him and let the heat of his body soothe hers.

Wulf cupped her face and watched as she experienced the height of pleasure. He rol ed over with her then, and took control. He thrust deep inside her as her body convulsed around him. Her gasp punctuated his motions in a way that sounded like she was singing.

He laughed.

Until he felt his own body explode.

Cassandra wrapped her entire body around him as she felt his release. He col apsed on top of her.

His weight felt so good there. So wonderful.

“That was incredible,” he said, lifting his head up to smile at her while they were stil joined intimately.

“Thank you.”

She returned his smile.

Just as she reached up to cup his face, she heard her alarm clock go off.

Cassandra jerked awake.

Her heart was stil pounding as she reached to turn the clock off. And it was only then she realized her hair was no longer braided and her gown was lying on the floor in a crumpled heap…

Wulf came awake with a start. His heart pounding, he looked over at his clock. It was just after six and by the activity upstairs he could tel it was morning.

Frowning, he glanced around in the darkness. There was nothing unusual.

But the dream…

It had seemed so incredibly real.

He rol ed over, onto his side, and clutched his pil ow in his fist. “Damn psychic powers,” he growled. They never left him any peace. And now they tortured him with things he knew he couldn’t have.

As he drifted back to sleep, he could almost swear he smel ed the faint scent of roses and powder on his skin.

“Hey, Cass,” Kat greeted as Cassandra took a seat at the breakfast table.

Cassandra didn’t respond. Over and over she kept seeing Wulf. Kept feeling his hands on her body.

If she didn’t know better, she would swear he was stil with her.

But she didn’t know who her dream lover was. Why he haunted her.

It was so weird.

“Are you okay?” Kat asked.

“Yeah, I guess. I just didn’t sleep wel last night.”

Kat placed her hand against Cassandra’s forehead. “You look feverish, but you’re not.” She was feverish al right, but not from il ness. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, find her mysterious man, and continue making love with him for the rest of the day.