did lips, tongues, and fangs interact?
Was there blood involved in a kiss?
Actually, Thena found the thought of a bloody kiss something of a turn-on. Now, wasn’t that weird of her?
Sex wasn’t the first thing Thena usually thought of when beginning a story, but then she’d never considered sex with one of the partners being a blood-drinker before. What were the logistics?
She wrote: The kiss tasted of metal, iron and copper, hot with life and need. Succulent, he thought. Delicious.
“Oh, my,” Thena said. She touched her lips. They felt like they’d been kissed. Okay, she had a vivid imagination. It was useful for making a living, but not so much for reacting physically to a brief sexual fantasy.
She fanned her face with her hand. Of course she’d been thinking of James in the role of the hot kissing vampire, and she’d been the kissee. She did not normally put herself in her stories. Okay, this was a fantasy, not a story. But why get turned on by the thought of Jimmy as a vampire? He was quite hot enough just being James Wilde. Weren’t her growing feelings for him dangerous enough? And that was only the emotional connection she didn’t want to do without. Never mind the everyday, regular, increasing, aching lust. Still, that edge of risk vampiric powers added to the already steaming mix....
Thena put her fingers back on the keyboard, looked at the screen, thought about making words. Went off into a reverie.
He held his hands up to show her talons sharp as steel. She couldn’t breathe as his hands came closer. Her skin heated and tingled with anticipation. The tips of his claws touched the tops of her breasts. Needle-sharp points pressed as gently as feathers, caressing down and around, up and under the round globes of her breasts.
Absolute desire rushed through her, but she still giggled.
He responded with mock indignation. “My claws tickle you?”
“ Do it again,” she said.
Instead, his mouth came down on one nipple while his thumb teased the other.
Lightning shot through her. Fire pooled deep within —
Fire. Flames.
“Jimmy, no! Don’t!”
He ran into the fire. A scream sounded, high-pitched and panicked.
Athena stood up and shouted again. “Jimmy!”
Again?
She looked around wildly, recognized nothing. Where were the flames lapping up out of the shadows? Where were the people watching the fire in shock as James Wilde ran toward it?
Except, he didn’t run. He went from here to there. She was the only one who saw what he did, how he moved.
What did it matter how? He was engulfed in flames! He needed her! He—
Thena realized she was standing in her office. She was cold with shock, hot with terror. She was afraid. She was also certain of what she’d seen. Felt?
She grabbed up her cell phone in her shaking hand and autodialed James’s number.
###
“It’s okay, hon, the fire’s out,” James said as he answered the phone.
He moved away from the group of people gathered around him on the set. A telepathic command kept anyone from getting any ideas about following him.
“Calm down,” he said gently to Athena. “Take deep breaths.”
“But—”
“Caller ID,” he said before she could ask how he’d known it was her. He had known it was her because he’d known it was her.
Thena was quiet for a few moments. James sent calming thoughts her way, but at the same time he couldn’t stop radiating triumphant emotions her way as well. Her shields against him were thinning, cracking. She was his and soon she’d—
“What are you being so smug about?” she asked. “I was frightened that something had happened to you.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“Your aunt is a medium,” he reminded her. “Maybe you have a touch of her gift.”
A few more seconds of silence. “Let’s start again, shall we?” she said. “I was minding my own business—all right, I was trying to write a sex scene with a vampire—”
“I’d love to hear that.”
“—then I had the
Was there blood involved in a kiss?
Actually, Thena found the thought of a bloody kiss something of a turn-on. Now, wasn’t that weird of her?
Sex wasn’t the first thing Thena usually thought of when beginning a story, but then she’d never considered sex with one of the partners being a blood-drinker before. What were the logistics?
She wrote: The kiss tasted of metal, iron and copper, hot with life and need. Succulent, he thought. Delicious.
“Oh, my,” Thena said. She touched her lips. They felt like they’d been kissed. Okay, she had a vivid imagination. It was useful for making a living, but not so much for reacting physically to a brief sexual fantasy.
She fanned her face with her hand. Of course she’d been thinking of James in the role of the hot kissing vampire, and she’d been the kissee. She did not normally put herself in her stories. Okay, this was a fantasy, not a story. But why get turned on by the thought of Jimmy as a vampire? He was quite hot enough just being James Wilde. Weren’t her growing feelings for him dangerous enough? And that was only the emotional connection she didn’t want to do without. Never mind the everyday, regular, increasing, aching lust. Still, that edge of risk vampiric powers added to the already steaming mix....
Thena put her fingers back on the keyboard, looked at the screen, thought about making words. Went off into a reverie.
He held his hands up to show her talons sharp as steel. She couldn’t breathe as his hands came closer. Her skin heated and tingled with anticipation. The tips of his claws touched the tops of her breasts. Needle-sharp points pressed as gently as feathers, caressing down and around, up and under the round globes of her breasts.
Absolute desire rushed through her, but she still giggled.
He responded with mock indignation. “My claws tickle you?”
“ Do it again,” she said.
Instead, his mouth came down on one nipple while his thumb teased the other.
Lightning shot through her. Fire pooled deep within —
Fire. Flames.
“Jimmy, no! Don’t!”
He ran into the fire. A scream sounded, high-pitched and panicked.
Athena stood up and shouted again. “Jimmy!”
Again?
She looked around wildly, recognized nothing. Where were the flames lapping up out of the shadows? Where were the people watching the fire in shock as James Wilde ran toward it?
Except, he didn’t run. He went from here to there. She was the only one who saw what he did, how he moved.
What did it matter how? He was engulfed in flames! He needed her! He—
Thena realized she was standing in her office. She was cold with shock, hot with terror. She was afraid. She was also certain of what she’d seen. Felt?
She grabbed up her cell phone in her shaking hand and autodialed James’s number.
###
“It’s okay, hon, the fire’s out,” James said as he answered the phone.
He moved away from the group of people gathered around him on the set. A telepathic command kept anyone from getting any ideas about following him.
“Calm down,” he said gently to Athena. “Take deep breaths.”
“But—”
“Caller ID,” he said before she could ask how he’d known it was her. He had known it was her because he’d known it was her.
Thena was quiet for a few moments. James sent calming thoughts her way, but at the same time he couldn’t stop radiating triumphant emotions her way as well. Her shields against him were thinning, cracking. She was his and soon she’d—
“What are you being so smug about?” she asked. “I was frightened that something had happened to you.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“Your aunt is a medium,” he reminded her. “Maybe you have a touch of her gift.”
A few more seconds of silence. “Let’s start again, shall we?” she said. “I was minding my own business—all right, I was trying to write a sex scene with a vampire—”
“I’d love to hear that.”
“—then I had the
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