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Never a Ruby So Deep

By: YourLittleAngelle



Pale as milk, Evelynn swept into the throbbing shadows of the club. A phantom vision with blood red lips and silvery gray eyes, she immediately headed for the bar of her favorite lesser-known goth haunt. It was the obligatory hole in the wall from the outside, but elegantly decorated within. She recognized the music as Wideband Network, the song one of her current faves and enjoying frequent rotation on her MP3 player. 

Immediately, Evelynn began to sway and thrust her way over to the bar, her thighs an alarming contrast above the tops of her boots, the delicate ebony satin of her tiny skirt blending seamlessly with the matching corset she wore. A fishnet jacket with satin cuffs and collar finished the look, and her hair was black as a summer night and twice as intoxicating, falling in soft waves to the small of her back and combed through with a musky perfume.

"Absolut and cranberry," she cooed to the spiky-haired girl who tended bar. The woman had large brown eyes, an angular but beautiful profile, and she wore all black herself, though her look was of a more androgynous style.

"ID, baby."

Evelynn flipped the card in the beauty's direction as if performing an elaborate card trick. The bar tender caught it, looked it over, and tossed it back with equal finesse. She was also quite showy with her pouring of the drink, and Evelynn paid for and received the frosty beverage in the martini glass with a provocative wink, which the bar maid returned.

Turning and strutting out to check out the crowd, she sipped her drink through the twin swizzle sticks in it as she maneuvered about on impossibly high heels. A few Emo kids clustered together at a small table, staring at their pale hands and looking as if someone had cannibalized everyone dear to them right before their very eyes. 

Out on the dance floor, a curvaceous creature with brilliantly red hair drifted in a cloud of ebony lace and Black Widow perfume, her friends far less flamboyant than she, trying to catch the attention she soaked up like a couple of goldfish next to some breath taking tropical variety who could stun with a simple look.

She was bored already. A few drinks. Maybe more flirting with that saucy and beautifully butch bar tender, and she'd probably get the Hell out and take care of the need she felt all alone tonight. Again. A solution she'd been forced to do more often than she cared to admit in recent months. 

There simply wasn't anyone here that grabbed her the way she wanted to be groped. This seemed to be a frequent problem for Evelynn, and she often wondered if it was just her or if all the really yummy boys out there were just not into the club scene and preferred nights alone with a good wine and an even better book. Not too surprising really considering she wasn't even precisely sure what she was looking for or why she felt compelled to keep coming back here when she knew the odds weren't in her favor. Of course, this hadn't always been the case.

She recalled the glory days of silky pale goddesses sprawled luxuriantly across her ebony sheets or brooding beautiful boys turning sex into an art form that left her in an orgasmic high for days. But as the goth wave went from a flow to an ebb, and only the truly dark devotees remained, the dating pool shrank considerably. Most distressing of all, she had not been having any satisfying success with the playmates she took home over the last couple months. Either they were two pump chumps, too gentle, or ladies who didn't have the foggiest notion what they wanted. 

To slake her thirst for great sex, she had been amassing quite the collection of toys. And though several of them cost her quite the pretty penny, none of them had the delicious accompaniment of perfumed flesh, gasps, and breathy sighs of mutual bliss she craved. Especially when she was all alone in the wee hours of early morning, bathed in soft candle light and dreaming of an ideal lover as she writhed in the warm confines of her perfumed sheets, working herself into a panting climax with her favorite glass dildo or imported Japanese high end specialty device. 

Evelynn's last disastrous attempt to salvage an evening by sharing the company of a promising lover had been with one of those sad-eyed Emo boys who lately seem to be everywhere she looked. Back at her apartment, they kissed and pawed each other like a couple animals in heat. When he'd shoved his hand up her dress to finger her roughly as their breath and heart rates increased, she truly felt the exciting sparks of promise smoldering against the tinder of trepidation erected in her mind.

Wanting to make sure he was rock hard and ready to go from hot to torrid with a hasty fuck after she came, Evelynn reached into his jeans to stroke his cock as her juices began to drip down his surprisingly talented fingers. He was slender enough that she didn't even need to unfasten the button and zip. He groaned and winced, cramming three fingers into her hard enough to bring out a rare moan. As her fingers closed around the swollen fistful of his cock-head, he started to pant. The fleshy column immediately began to throb in her eager little fingers, and before she could get closer to an orgasm, her hand was bathed in hot slippery ejaculate from her blushing and flustered partner.

He left not too long after that, bumming a lighter from her and offering her one of those wounded puppy looks Emo guys have down to a science before slinking off to his car and never returning to the club again.

Today, work at the dry-cleaning shop had seemed especially long and difficult. Her days were filled with pinning hems and replacing lost buttons, and more than once when her thoughts drifted, she'd absent-mindedly prick her fingers in the process of some intricate needlework. Finally, after feeling like a bit of a pin cushion by the closing of another work day, she switched to something more demanding to stay focused, mending tears and other tedious alterations. Her Asian boss was less than enthusiastic about reciprocal conversation, so often she found herself tucked away in her alcove of the shop with only her thoughts to lend some semblance of escape from the repetitive work. She arrived early, worked hard, and often stayed late to finish whatever project she started. 

But jilling herself off was only satisfying for so long, and soon she would grow more distracted while she worked, sticking herself more frequently and cursing beneath her breath as she tried not to bleed on someone's garments, incurring a thorough bitching out by her boss if she wasn't careful.

When her desire got the better of her and even driving home proved difficult for the lewd thoughts that assailed her mind, she knew it was time to go out again for the hunt, which could be half the fun all by itself. If she was lucky, the lover she brought back tonight would at least be considerate enough to not mind if she rubbed her clit while they fucked. It was a sure means to gain a bit of momentary ecstasy from the act. The entire experience better if he or she got off on watching her, since that practically guaranteed a couple orgasms more than usual when sharing her bed with a new lover.

The night was frigid. Winter's breath blew constant and cold over the city, glazing the windows with an invisible icy tongue and spitting heaps of flakes that coated even the black gleaming expanse of busy streets, the whiteout interrupted only occasionally by a brave motorist. 

After somehow making it through another long day of work, Evelynn arrived home as the rapidly darkening skies above lost any vestiges of gray, giving way to pure blackness swirled with falling flakes of ghostly white. Happy to be out of the bone-numbing cold, she took a bath in clove scented water, savoring the spicy scent and warmth as it relaxed her tense muscles and helped her prepare to face a chilly evening with a soft glow and sweetly scented flesh. She then slipped from the warmth and charm of her claw foot tub and applied a bit of sweet orange and vanilla oil behind her ears, upon her wrists, and gently over her throat and décolleté, the luscious scent making her own senses tingle with anticipation. She dressed and examined her outfit in the antique cheval looking-glass knowing she'd be cold but looked too damn good to find something more appropriate. Next, she lighted some honey and amber incense to perfume and bless her bedroom, then quickly and carefully made her way out to the car and drove to the club in the hopes that tonight might be the night she was able to redefine her view of great sex with someone else. 

As of late, that definition had pretty much been at the mercy of the lube, batteries she had on hand, and new angles and positions she tried alone to liven things up. Naturally, she was efficient, but it had been three weeks since her last conquest and she grew restless.

Now here she was, dancing and checking out the crowd as the DJ mixed "More" by Sisters of Mercy into his play list. Undulating with all the lust and skill of a girl who spent a lot of time on top between the sheets, Evelynn tried to seek and capture the elusive possessor of It that would let her know the opportunity was close as she scanned the scant new faces in the crowd, but so far, it just wasn't happening. 

She polished off her first drink, and then swaggered over to the bar for a refill. The barmaid made another, her fingertips lingering on Evelynn's wrist as she handed her the drink.

"I get the feeling you won't find what you're after at the bottom of this glass, sugar," the woman said wisely, her eyes meeting with Evelynn's for a moment before flicking over her shoulder at an approaching crowd of college girls. "Tell you what, pretty. If you haven't found someone to play with by the time I get off work, I'll take you back home and we'll see what happens. You're a cutie pie and I think we'd really have a good time."

"Ooh, you're such a flirt," Evelynn smirked, sipping her drink and making a point of capturing the bobbing cherry between garnet lips, drawing it into her mouth to bite down and savor the fruity burst. 

"You don't know the half of it, baby," the barmaid winked, walking further down the bar to help other customers.

Evelynn turned around to make her way back to the floor when she saw a shadow approaching from the perimeter of the club just inside the entrance. As soon as he moved into the scant light, her Sapphic adventure was completely forgotten. The word that first occurred to Evelynn when she laid eyes on the new arrival was stunning. If she dared follow the instructions her vagina was communicating through kegal Morse Code, she had no doubts she'd feel as if she'd been at the center of a fifty car pile up by morning, and beyond that, she was certain getting out of bed after time with him would likely prove physically impossible. But his eyes the color of impenetrable February ice had already caught hers, and he offered her a hint of an enigmatic smile through thin pale lips as he deliberately strode right past her and to the girl with the red hair and heaps of lace.

"Oh, I see," Evelynn purred, tossing her hair and watching as his black leather clad ass swayed roguishly away from her, he not offering her so much as a backward glance. "I don't need this shit, sweetheart. Either you will or you won't."

Setting off with yet another drink cradled between her long fingers, she received the barmaid's blown kiss with an equally sensuous one of her own, now feeling the subtle fire of all the vodka she had consumed on an empty belly as she contemplated her next move. If the wraith wanted the ego wanking of her following him around, he wasn't going to get it. She hunted like the great carnivorous piranha. She wouldn't fuck around with being coy and playing head games. She would take what she felt would be most rewarding, and if the newcomer thought he was running this show, he had no idea. If the effort proved to be too much and she lost interest in the next few minutes, she was leaving.

Placing her latest empty martini glass on the polished black marble of the bar, she weaved her way through the ebony shadows that clung to her like obsidian velvet. Ahead of her, splattered in strobe light, the Zaftig girl with the gloriously vivid hair and the tall and angular newcomer were entangled in a tense pas de deux. The girl's bland girlfriends stood nearby, smoking and attempting to out-glower one another as Evelynn slid right up to the couple, grabbing one of the man's elegant white hands and pulling it off the lady's creamy shoulder. His brows lifted in surprise at Evelynn's bold highjacking of his curvy redheaded dance partner as the gutsy brunette lead her away into the thickening crowd.

"Come here, sweetie," Evelynn urged in a tone that barely kissed Red's ear. "I have to feel that hair. It looks so soft..."

Delighted by the complement, the curvy beauty allowed herself to be captured by Evelyn's silky web. Close enough to smell the vanilla of the girl's MAC lipstick and the unnervingly refined cologne of Red's former dance partner, Evelynn felt the girl's ample breasts press to her chest as they embraced and nuzzled each other hungrily, Red's bracelets jangling as they pressed into the small of her back, the roundness of her curves stoking Evelyn's loins much the same way the brash bartender with her boyish charm had done a few moments ago.

"Killing Moon" began as the women slid off into a more densely shadowed area of the club where the lights were fewer and the couches and secretive niches more plentiful. Emboldened by alcohol and the lovely pair of bountiful breasts mere inches from her lips, Evelynn moved in close to the girl's perfectly powdered cheek to trace a trail of sultry kisses back toward her ear.

"Are you having fun here, baby? I'm thinking of getting out of here in a bit..." she let the hot velvet dart of her tongue graze Red's succulent left earlobe and the girl shivered like a wind blown leaf in her arms. "You can..." She leaned back a bit; allowing her breath to just barely caressed the girl's ear. "Come with me if you want." Evelynn couldn't help putting emphasis on the word, and her mouth began to water at the thought of tasting this sexy vixen's silken skin in a more private environment.

"I ummm... I haven't decided yet..."

A flurry of activity broke the tenseness between the women, and both turned to see one of Red's mates getting into a shoving match with an icy angel clad in stark white, fairy wings, and a generous sprinkling of glitter while the spindly and spare newcomer stood idly by, a faint twinkle of amusement dancing in his mysterious eyes.

"Oh shit! Jasmin!" Red squealed, dashing from Evelyn's arms to go help her friend. Evelynn shrugged, sharing the amusement of the lanky stranger as she watched the crowd thicken around the knot of lovely limbs and flying platinum hair. It promised to be a nasty fight which was all the better when it involved two pretty girls.

The club goers, reenergized by the unexpected outburst, seemed to gain a bit of vicarious energy from this exchange, and the DJ decided to urge them right along by throwing on some Nitzer Ebb. Evelynn gave herself over to the music, long lean limbs flailing, hair tumbling into her face as she determined that she'd break a sweat, break a heel, and then break down the door with that hot bartender after all.

Silhouetted in the milky phosphorescence of a nearby black light, her eyes closed, she didn't realize he was right behind her until his hands wound around her waist, pulling her firm rounded bottom back into the eager cradle of his pelvis. A throaty purr of surprised anticipation escaped her lips before she could help herself. The sound was met with a fierce press of his groin against her ass and she could easily feel the rock hard length of his arousal against her posterior cleft.

Blue is the color she attached to his cologne as it invaded her nostrils like a scent serpent. It was all aloof iris and sensual sandalwood, and the firm grasp he held her with was deceptively delicate. Steel coils disguised as fingers played up her rib cage, and his arms, though slight, were sure as stone as he held her close.

Tilting her pixie face up and back toward his, she almost felt the physical slap his gaze delivered. It was nothing short of piercing. His eyes pinioned her like a butterfly on a mount, and she tried to control the slight trimmer that attacked her limbs, making her feel suddenly shy and nervous as a schoolgirl in his strong presence.

"You know, at first glance I wondered if you were almost entirely too arrogant a plaything for me to tolerate," He stated in a soft tone with a trace of some indiscernible accent. She thought perhaps French, though it was minimal and his eloquence suggested a very worldly and learned background that probably included extensive travel. Whirling her around and grabbing a firm hold of her bottom, he smiled at her wide-eyed surprise. "If we're going to spend some time together tonight, the first thing you need to do is remember your manners and learn your place, my adorable little brat. That includes no more stealing any of my dance partners to try and provoke a response. Though your move was quite surprising, and for that I'll give you credit."

Evelynn's body tensed and she made an attempt at framing some smart-ass reply. But her partner's cool fingertips merely glided over her lips as his other hand tested the swell of her left breast. Tingles shot immediately to her stiffening nipple, and she narrowed her eyes in an attempt to downplay her arousal. "Yes. No words now. Listen. Close that pretty mouth for a moment and just listen. What does your body tell you?" Damn but he was hard, she thought as his rigid length pushed against her abdomen, imagining how such an apparently full and generous attribute would feel as he forced it deep inside her tight little cunny. At last. She'd found a promising partner, and a fucking gorgeous one to boot. "What does my body tell you?"

His eyes bore into hers as his face lowered. She saw his hair was gathered into a tail behind his neck and tucked down the back of his shirt. How she longed to touch it. Feel it's undoubtedly silken texture between her dainty fingertips.

Evelynn's heart nearly stopped when she got a good look at how arrestingly gorgeous he was up close. She was several inches shorter than he, which gave her a better angle for a lengthy gaze and created an automatic sense of submissiveness near such an imposing presence. Though she hated to use the word beautiful anywhere near a man when searching for an appropriate adjective, this word was the only one that would come to mind.

With great pale blue eyes fringed by luxuriantly long straight lashes and slightly arched brows, he had the simultaneous poise and bearing of a pureblood aristocrat though he dressed like a rebel from the wrong side of the tracks trying to put on airs. His facial structure was nothing short of Patrician. If he had been cast in marble, his handsomeness wouldn't be more perfect even if rendered by the most talented skill of a Renaissance artist. He was breath taking and full of contradictions. With a spare and slight body, he had almost a waif-like charm. Yet an immense and irresistible aura of strength and power radiated off him in waves.

"Dare I guess precisely what sorts of thoughts are hiding behind those pretty gray eyes, mon petit chou? I've got some pretty good ideas..." He purred, challenging her to break their intense gaze before tugging her over behind a hanging swathe of crimson velvet, leading her further behind the material and out of sight.

Here in the almost perfect dark as they stood behind a large Corinthian pillar, his hands went about her waist, drawing her close to him as his cool lips brushed her brow.


Never a Ruby So Deep Ch. 02



The slightest smudge of brightening gray adorned the eastern horizon as Evelynn stood beside Gabriel, his well-muscled arm wrapped protectively about her waist. The chill wind whipped the black silk robe she wore, but she didn't feel the cold. Snowflakes tinged amber from the light pollution drifted down like fiery and silent ghosts. Somehow, though she'd seen this sight a hundred times before, it was never so sharp and awe-inspiring then as it was now.

"We've got to go to sleep soon, my love." Gabriel gathered a fistful of her hair, letting each black silken strand fall against her shoulders one at a time, his lips brushing her ear. 

"It's so lovely." Evelynn whispered, settling closer to her lover as her lashes fluttered. "And seeing it beside you... It's almost a spiritual experience."

Whirling in his arms, she planted her warm lips against his throat. Both warmed by each other's blood, they intertwined as the chill breeze tousled their hair. Gabriel gathered Evelynn in his arms, lifting her feet from the snowy rooftop, her small footprints virgin marks in the smooth sheet of snow.

"Come," Gabriel's words were coarse with need. "We need our rest."

Cool air brushed Evelynn's cheeks as Gabriel strode across the roof, enshrouded in glittering snowflakes; sparkling jewels pure as the moon and luminous like stars. Evelynn's eyes closed, heart pounding in anticipation of his growing hunger and need as they descended back into the silent luxury of the building.

How they managed to return to Gabriel's loft was a mystery to Evelynn. There was only the vague blur of softly lit hallways and neutral color schemes before they stumbled into his place. A throaty groan escaped his lips as Evelynn wrapped about him like a luxurious garment, kissing his lips and wriggling from his grasp like a kitten. A soft laugh full of taunting escaped her lips as she ran, disrobing as she went, toward the darkened bedroom.

"My brat," Gabriel sighed with a veiled attempt to hide his amusement. "I shall leave you sore and begging for more."

Sure and steady footsteps crossed the expansive rooms as Evelynn sprawled on the luxurious satin sheets, her hair a cool veil against her face, as she lay prone and waiting. Each advancing footstep she heard increased her pulse until it was thudding like tribal drums in her ears, her drenched and throbbing sex contracting in time with her heartbeat despite her best efforts to calm herself.

Evelynn was caught in an electric web of lust. She couldn't tell where he was for sure, but his presence expanded to occupy every square inch of the loft and to hold her as if paralyzed upon the grand altar of his bed. A moan through closed lips accompanied her languid stretches, and in that instant, he was upon her like the seductive shadows.

"You'll drive me mad, mon coeur." Gabriel's arms slid under her chest from behind, large palms cupping her tits as he brought her to her knees, arching his pelvis to give his thick cock entry into her drenched, eager, and dripping depths. At the moment of his cock penetrating her throbbing channel, his teeth punctured the pale skin of her left shoulder and she cried out in anguish and ecstasy, his hips slamming harder still against her ass as she tried to grasp the sheets for purchase.

Again and again, the stiff length of him pummeled painfully deep inside her, one cool hand twining around her right hip, certain fingertips dipping into the slippery juices she secreted to rub rapid flitting circles around her clit. 

Evelynn tensed in Gabriel's demanding embrace, the orgasm he was coaxing pooling outward from her core like liquid fire, her breath halting as his teeth sank deeper, his lips pulling from the wound as his own release came in a shattering crescendo.

**

The first concrete sensation Evelynn knew as sleep reluctantly freed her from its grasp was pain. The keening and intense burn of an unchecked fever; an ache concentrated in her abdomen. A whimper escaped her rosebud lips, and she tried to move but was overcome by a heaviness of limb that was frightening, though she felt as if she'd been asleep for days. The previous night came back to her in blurred images and a confusion of sensations, and she tried to recall precisely what happened to leave her in such a condition.

"Shhh." A cool breath brushed her ear seconds before warm wetness pooled against her lower lip. Eyes closed, she found the strength to part her lips, darting her tongue out to catch the first sweet drops of Gabriel's blood as it seeped into her mouth. "It hurts now, my love, but the bliss you'll know in a matter of moments will be boundless."

The feel of his potent sanguine essence suffusing her own was electrifying. Evelynn wanted to drain every last drop from her lover, but at long last, he took his wounded wrist away, shuddering at the sensations she'd pulled through him. "How are you feeling now, cherie?" All she could do was tremble, her thoughts shrouded in a drowsy fog.

Gabriel nodded knowingly, his features delicate in the soft glow of a distant lamp with a damask shade. He shifted and the mattress returned to its typical shape as he strode across the lavishly decorated bedroom. "It's only ten o'clock, my Evelynn. The night is still young and we need to get out and begin teaching you the do's and don'ts of our way of life. The pain will ease once my blood fuses with yours, and should disappear all together after you feed from another.

"While you were asleep, I did a bit of shopping for you. I hope you like the ensembles I put together with your figure and personality in mind. If the clothes I've selected aren't to your liking, we can always buy something different tomorrow. But for now..." The subtle shimmer of deep purple velvet flowed like liquid under the dim lighting as Evelynn forced herself up on an elbow, aware as the sheets shifted that she was still totally nude beneath the duvet. "I want to see the contrast of the velvet against your skin."

With shaking knees, Evelynn unsteadily gained her footing as she climbed out of bed, lowering her eyes to take in her bare breasts with a pair of bruised bites just shy of her right nipple, then her feet as she moved toward Gabriel, afraid that if she looked into his eyes, whatever bit of resolve she had left for a normal life would melt and vanish. "Yes," he purred, one large hand settling into the concave dip of her waist to draw her nearer. "This will be absolutely luscious on you, my pet."

With trembling fingers, Evelynn reached up to take the luxurious garment and hold it up before her wide gray eyes. It was simple in its elegance yet so rich and deep a purple as to be near the color of plum wine, a thin and gleaming silver chain winding around the narrow waist, the skirt form-fitting and high. The dress was held up with a simple strap around the neck, and she knew without a doubt it would be ravishing when she put it on.

Gabriel kept his icy blue gaze upon Evelynn's face, drinking in every subtle nuance of her growing pleasure as she pressed the dress to her bare flesh. The contrast was arresting. She smiled a little girl smile of pure delight as he advanced, the soft thump of his boots barely audible over the plush carpet. Without a word, he reached down to slip his arms around her waist and gather her to him, his mouth brushing the corner of her lips before grazing her jaw to the still sore and reddened puncture wounds he'd made.

Evelynn took a shuddering breath, her fingers falling slack as the dress pressed between them, the cool and soft fabric deliciously sensual. With the instinct of her submission, Evelynn's chin lifted, her head falling back with the silken weight of her hair as Gabriel's tongue slid, hot and firm, over her wounds, igniting both a ghost of pain and whisper of pleasure to sink their hooks into her loins.

"Please..." The word fell from her lips clothed in whisper and he knew self-control no longer. Evelynn tightened her arms around Gabriel's neck, her hungry sex pressed against the hardening bulge in his black jeans. With a throaty groan, he fought the urge to sink his teeth into the yielding flesh against his lips, Evelynn's plea stirring him to frenzied heights.

At that instant as she hung in Gabriel's arms, Evelynn knew there would be no going back. No more of her dull job that only passed with the help of daydreams. No more shoebox apartment she could barely afford. He had consumed her in every way imaginable, and what a delicious devouring it had been. She surrendered herself to this truth, knowing it would bring her heightened pleasure and awareness, and that she'd be well taken care of by a lover whose every smile warmed her soul and every touch caused her juicy cleft to ache.

The world was a dim blur as Evelynn peered up at Gabriel through her lashes. He was moving, and then the press of his mahogany wardrobe was against her bare back, the chill only buffeted by her hair as he let her fall to free his hands, which hurriedly dropped to his waist, pulling the buttons apart to free his thick and throbbing cock. Their height difference wouldn't allow him to take her standing, and so he bent, lost in the sweet smell of her skin as his hands captured the pale globes of her ass, holding her up as she dug her fingers into his shoulders and mounted him with a breathy moan.

"Yes, my love." A violent thrust shoved Evelynn back against the wardrobe and she winced, crying out as he slid deep enough into her to hurt, then even deeper than that in a rapid succession of thrusts that stole her breath.

Evelynn was hit with the awe of the situation in which she'd surrendered a mere day ago. How had she gone from dancing alone while contemplating another night of pleasures not quite fulfilled to this? Bliss so keen it threatened to cleave her sanity like a knife and a lover so darkly beautiful as to make Adonis jealous? She wanted him with every last breath in her body, her cunt craving each thrust as it was given, even though she knew she'd be sore and swollen in the salty aftermath of his climax.

The smell of him, all cologne, clean skin, and something indefinable akin to pheromones was intoxicating. Evelynn buried her face against his shoulder, whimpering with each slippery thrust, her pussy tingling and throbbing in craving as she parted her lips, the pink dart of her tongue lapping against his shoulder, then his throat. Gabriel winced, sucking air between his teeth as Evelynn played her teeth up his neck, then increased the pressure of her bite. Her body filled with tingling warmth and her nipples were hard points of pressure against his chest.

With a stifled cry, she gushed her release all over his rock hard cock, hot juices running down his shaft as she broke his skin, her mouth filled with the sweet coppery taste of his blood as he filled the tight sheath of her sex with his seed, their breath ceasing then returning in tandem as he crushed her to him, her dress forgotten in a velvety pile at their feet.

**

"You are a bad girl." Gabriel breathed as Evelynn's fingertips lazily traced his cock through the fabric of his pants. They were in his black Mercedes, VNV Nation blasting from the speakers and hearts racing as they pierced the thickly falling snow like a sleek black arrow. "I don't think your dear little nethers can take another pounding so soon, my minx." Evelynn offered him a saucy smile from darkly painted lips, her fair skin glowing like porcelain in the dim light and brought out in beautiful contrast by her dark make up.

"I can take whatever you give me, Gabriel." Her statement was true enough. For though she felt pain, it was now forever intermingled with the pleasure of their breed. Nothing could touch her unless she desired it, and the only drive to which she was enslaved was her hunger. Always there, it was either mostly sated or ravenous depending on when she'd fed, and the mouthfuls of Gabriel's blood as they'd fucked would only keep it in check for a brief while to come. She knew this as surely as she knew her name, and almost felt her need increase with each second if she concentrated long enough.

Headlights splashed across the pair like spotlights, pinning them in stark gothic relief for brief flashes. Evelynn turned up "Beloved", Ronan Harris's delivery of the haunting lyrics amid the beat wistful and hypnotic as they crested a hill and approached the stretch of bars, clubs, and nightlife that comprised this part of town. She wanted to hunt. Wanted to taste someone other than her lover, her tongue sliding over her teeth as the flames of wanton hunger built behind her calm and cool façade. 

Evelynn slowly traced the shape of the Japanese ceremonial knife in the thigh holster Gabriel had presented her with before they left, her mouth watering at the thought of exploring another's flesh. He had given her a quick yet thorough lesson on the small steel blade's use before they set out, demonstrating proper technique on the velvet skin of a peach, then guiding her delicate hand in the same way to make just a small gash without causing the recipient too much pain.

"Your sweet little fangs, while sharp, are still in transformation, pet. If you were to use them on someone who didn't enjoy pain, the tears and punctures would be near to excruciating. In a week's time, you will be as I am, but the process is slow and you need strength to endure it." He left the fruit in Evelynn's palm and she put it to her lips, savoring a bite as Gabriel watched. "And oh, when your cells bond with mine... What a dangerous seductress you'll be."

They pulled into the club's parking lot, which was almost filled to capacity at one of the more trendy clubs in town. It was huge and the ideal representation of a meat market if ever there was with its variously themed rooms, each doubtlessly crammed full of goers unwinding after a long day or seeking companionship for a few hours or an evening.

"Come, Evelynn." Gabriel killed the engine as chilled winter air filled the car. He slid out in one fluid movement, slammed his door, and then appeared at hers to open it in a disconcertingly quick series of motions. "Remember. Only take from those who consent, and only a little. You don't want to arouse security and have to answer some rather disconcerting questions. If you like, we can bring someone home, but I rather enjoy you in my bed quite enough without someone else to distract me."

Mysterious and svelte in the full length black wool jacket, Evelynn stepped from the car in dangerously high heels, inheriting an uncanny grace along with the other gifts given her by Gabriel. She adjusted her hat, peering up at her lover through her sultry and smoky gaze.

"I'll behave." She crooned, leaning in to brush her lips against his. "I promise."

They approached the club's entrance, Gabriel distractedly tossing the man at the door enough cash to cover the door fee and then some as they breezed past, carrying with them a kiss of winter's cool air polarized by their magnetic sensuality. The man at the door, a well-built blond in a tee shirt and jeans, felt a pull in his crotch as his eyes traced the shape of the black-haired woman beneath her coat. When she slipped out of it and handed her hat to the hatcheck girl, his cock throbbed in his pants. Her legs were so fair and shapely; the generously revealed wedge of her back smooth and beautiful like porcelain, save for two small red marks just below the nape of her neck and a bit to the left, and then they were hidden under the dark sweep of her waist-length hair as she gave it a gentle toss after taking off her hat. The chain around her slender waist only enticed him to cast a longing glance at her classic hourglass figure, from the curve of her breast to the tapered perfection highlighted by the chain before flaring into shapely hips and a glorious ass.

Suddenly, her steps slowed and she turned to stand nearly in profile, glancing at him from over her bare shoulder, offering a smile that was coy yet provocative all at once, her garnet red lips curled in licentious invitation. Most arresting was her eyes. They seemed to hold his, and he could almost hear the flirty feminine giggle she suppressed, his left foot stepping forward as the noise around him fell away to leave just he and this stunning creature. Her smile widened, showing a slip of pearly teeth as she tossed her hair again, trailing darkly painted nails down the swanlike length of her throat as he took another unsteady step.

His cock throbbed and the whoosh of his pulse in his ears grew louder. Had she spoken? It was so hard to hear. Nearly impossible to focus on anything around him but her smoldering eyes and smile full of carnal promise.

All of a sudden, her escort paused, bending to whisper in her ear. The bouncer had forgotten he was even there, so wrapped up in the black-haired woman was he until the lady's suitor lifted his face, his azure eyes locked with the stunned blonde's, whose breath froze in his lungs. The look Gabriel gave was pure possessiveness laced with a frightening coldness that promised violence if challenged. There was no fury or unchecked emotion in that stare; only absolute certainty and chilling resolve. The young man hurriedly looked the other way, trying to catch his breath and check the identification cards of the giggling gaggle of girls who'd just breezed inside in a flurry of snowflakes and cheap perfume.

"See there, my innocent, the effect you now have on people? It is a trait to insure that your hunger is always satisfied, but it is not one to be taken lightly. You had that poor boy completely beguiled and weren't even trying. We must be responsible, my darling. A low profile is a must in situations like these." Gabriel's arm wrapped about her shoulder in a protective gesture as they disappeared into the densely packed dance floor of the dimmest and loudest room they could find, swallowed up by the mechanical beat and distorted vocals of the industrial music spun by the DJ.

Every movement against her skin, from the gentle tug of her dress strap around her neck to the soft caress of the material against her hips was arousing. There was a lingering ache in her muscles, the cause of which being the residual effect of Gabriel's bite and the sharing of their blood. But familiar warmth was glowing to life low in her belly as she surveyed the crowd, the first stages of a hunger she needed to satisfy.

As if fate gave it's blessing, her eye fell on a familiar face. The hairstyle was different and the make up less dramatic, but it was the red-haired girl from the club last night, accompanied by the same platinum blonde bitch who'd started a fight. Her mind was made up even before she broke from Gabriel with a sultry smile and determined step in the girls' direction.

Throbbing baselines and pulsing drums reverberated through her bones as Evelynn approached the pair, the crowded babble of patrons around her distracting, their faces passing in flashes of giddiness, tension, or drunken passivity as she moved in on the pair of pretty vixens.

"Oh! Hi!" Red chirped, recognizing Evelynn as she drew near, a warm sparkle in her eyes. "Fancy running into you here!" Her eyes roamed over Evelynn, taking in the shoes, dress, and generous amount of flesh on display. "Damn! You look fantastic!"

"So do you." Evelynn let her gaze drift over Jasmin, Red's partner in crime. She was pulling a scowl, arms folded over her more than ample tits. It was clear from her stance that she wasn't used to her friend getting more attention than she, likely the backbone of their relationship and an unspoken rule that was never to be broken. Evelynn felt anger bloom in her heart. The blonde was pretty in a common sense, but it was her friend's robust curves, bright smile, and honest warmth and joy that made her so compelling, not just her tempting measurements. It would be a dangerous game, but Evelynn felt wantonly wicked and decided it would be worth the risk to see how far their tense triad would go.




Never a Ruby So Deep Ch. 02



"Where's your friend," Jasmin asked, her acerbic inquisition coated in the sugary sweetness of a childlike voice. "I love tall, dark, and creepy." Evelynn shrugged, her hair falling behind her shoulders in a casually arresting gesture.

"Gabriel's off mingling. What's your name, gorgeous?" Red blushed, lowering her bright green eyes as roses bloomed in her cheeks. Jasmin noticed Evelynn's intentional disregard of her by the complement directed exclusively at her friend, and though it was intended to drive her away, she didn't budge.

"Camille." The redhead replied, risking a glance at Evelynn through long gingery lashes. The surprise of being chosen over her friend once again giving her a beautiful glow of pride. "What's yours?"

Gabriel's most of the time. But right now, I'm yours."

Evelynn held out her hand and Camille took it, the act only infuriating Jasmine further as the pair disappeared off toward a more crowded corner. The luck of finding the pretty, curvaceous, and quietly alluring redhead once again was not lost on Evelynn. She wanted to taste and explore her with an alarming need. Surrender to the demanding and desperate desire to slip a hand under the white, lace-trimmed tank dress the woman wore, enticed by the suggestion of her nipples through the fabric.

"Can I confess something?" Evelynn began, winding her arms around Camille's waist. The redhead smiled, rosy lips so kissable they were almost distracting. 

"Sure. What?" Evelynn moved in closer, lost in the delirium of the senses that was her dance partner, perfectly aware that Jasmine wasn't too far away.

"I was intrigued by you last night, and if I hadn't been interrupted, I had every intention of taking you home with me." Camille's thin brows lifted in flattered surprise.

"Really? I thought you were just flirting with me for show."

"This isn't for show." Evelynn leaned closer, one fingertip catching Camille's chin to tilt it up as their lips met. Camille tasted like grape flavored alcohol, and Evelynn's hunger flared into life as Camille welcomed her tongue, parting her lips a fraction of a centimeter more. That was all the invitation Evelynn needed, and she broke the kiss long enough to pull Camille back into the shadows among other couples enjoying similar liberties.

"Oh my God..." Camille's heart was racing as Evelynn's arms wrapped tight around her waist. "You're so beautiful." Evelynn moaned against the girl's throat, suckling the alabaster flesh and torn between lust and hunger. She let a hand slide up Camille's belly to cup one full breast and the red head shuddered, her own hand settling over Evelynn's to hold it steady. Camille was panting now, both exhilarated and frightened by the intensity of her lust. She knew her panties were soaked, and her nipples were tingling like they never had before. This dark-haired goddess was good, and she wanted to make the most of the moment and enjoy it for what it was worth.

Gabriel slid through the throngs like a shadow, sensing Evelynn by the insane amount of pheromones she was emitting, and worried for the devotee of such strong affection since her getting this excited could rapidly become dangerous. He slid between a couple girls who looked as if they'd just come from one of the local college's sorority houses, offering a tolerant smile as they felt his presence and giggled coquettishly. His thoughts searched the babble to try and find her, but she was so focused on her task that she had shut him out to use all her intuition on her current distraction.

He was so preoccupied with quickly finding Evelynn and potentially saving the life of her unsuspecting lover that he nearly collided with a tall blonde in a tight burgundy tank and black skirt, the girl looking up at him with a bored air for a second until her eyes widened with recognition.

"You're the guy from that goth club last night, aren't you?" Her tone was all sweet curiosity on the surface, but he felt an undercurrent of malice lurking just beneath the question. 

"I am," Gabriel replied, puzzled by her reaction and slowing to stand before her. "And you are the beautiful blonde that got up to a bit of mischief with some of the club regulars, aren't you?" Gabriel sympathized, feeling the disdain the blonde felt for both Evelynn and her friend as almost a physical presence enveloping the blonde. She was so thoroughly surrounded by this patina of loathing and envy that he stopped the casual inventory of her thoughts, feeling sullied by his efforts though he hid his discovery with a charming smile.

"They were giving Cammie and I shit about being there. They said we were posers and needed to go back to our sorority. I'm not in any fucking sorority, and Cammie... Well she doesn't care about that shit. Speaking of which..." A long pause for dramatic effect. "I thought you might want to know that your girlfriend is over there with Cammie doing God knows what. I didn't want her to go, but she had a few grape Smirnoffs and a couple martinis and she wouldn't listen. Hell, she's never even been with another girl before and has no idea what she's doing."

At last, we've arrived at the ugly, green, envious root of the problem, Gabriel mused. This little bit of blonde and boobs was jealous and trying to start more trouble just as she had last night. These sorts of people were nothing but problematic, and he made up his mind without a doubt, deciding to play along.

"Really? Where are they?" Jasmin's eyes glittered with ill intent and she whirled, perfumed hair settling around her shoulders as she struck out toward the darker perimeter of the club with its ample areas designed to give amorous clubbers a bit of privacy.

"There they are." One slender, garnet-tipped finger pointed back into a dim corner with some high tables and chairs. The sight that greeted them was hot enough to make a normal man erupt.

Evelynn's head was thrown back, Camille's lips locked on her puncture sight while Evelynn's hand disappeared up under the girl's skirt. Both were flushed and frenzied, and Gabriel was relieved to see that Evelynn had surrendered a bit to Camille's lips. But damn how he longed to be closer. Get lost in their lust and taste them both until they all lay spent and exhausted, and possibly in need of a few units of blood in Camille's case. He realized that Jasmin expected him to be overcome with jealousy, and that she wanted him primarily out of spite and anger at being usurped by his girlfriend. Who was he to deny a woman her needs?

The roar of club goers around them fell away as Gabriel looked into Jasmin's brooding brown eyes. She was hurt, but rather than nurse her wounds through solitude and acceptance, she wanted to inflict pain and make someone suffer as well. She had no idea what suffering was, but Gabriel intended to show her. The tall, lithe, and irresistibly erotic vamp willed her to relax and she visibly wilted, the tautness going out of her features and stance.

"She is lovely." He took Jasmin's hand and led her down a few tables, lifting her and ignoring her whoop of delight as he deposited her in a bar chair. "But you are angelic, my darling. My pet is notorious for causing a scene. So why don't you and I give her a bit of healthy competition." Jasmin's eyes widened in momentary surprise, before narrowing with shared malevolent glee. Gabriel had to give her credit for her endless cleverness, and thought she would have made a fine Brutus, willing to spill the blood of her friend at her own benefit.

"Where are you from?" Jasmin's tone was soft and throaty as Gabriel leaned into her, his arms sliding around her waist. "I love men with accents."

"Where do you think I'm from, mon petit chou?" The playful wink he dropped along with his rakish smile made Jasmin giggle, one of her hands sliding down the toned plane of Gabriel's abs to the buckle of his belt.

"You must be French," Jasmin deduced, ruby lips brushing his jaw. He met her shadowy gaze, letting his mouth settle over hers as she began to stroke the stiffening bulge in his pants.

Evelynn was quivering with need, two fingers lost in the tight volcanic depths of Camille's drenched pussy, luxuriating in the silken flesh and hungry moans of her lover. Camille was covering Evelynn's shoulders with tiny kisses, her hips thrusting as she worked herself ever closer to climax.

In the dim and smoky shadows, Camille gasped, winced, then went still against Evelynn, her muscles clenching around Evelynn's fingers as she gushed out a liberal amount of hot nectar, Evelynn's heart racing as she rammed her fingers deeper still for a few seconds before gently pulling them out, the curve of her knuckle rubbing against the girl's clit one last time. Camille fell back, flushed and smiling.

"Wait here," she whispered, kissing Evelynn's cheek hard enough to leave a soft smudge of lipstick. "I'll be right back." She set off at a brisk pace toward the lavs and Evelynn turned, her hunger clouding her judgments.

Though the lights were dim and flickering, she saw through her newly sharpened predatory sight the impossibly sexy sight that was Gabriel necking with Jasmin. The bitch likely wanted to cause a rift and more drama, but Evelynn only smiled a fiendish grin, stepping out from behind the table where she and Camille had been enjoying each other's company, and setting off in a slow strut toward the couple.

The music and brightness of the lights came in waves as Jasmin struggled to catch her breath. The man was only kissing her throat, but there was something about the way he embraced her... Something about how he pressed his body between her splayed thighs and his lips and teeth against her throat... It was so strong she felt tingles shooting up her spine and as if she could come just from his kisses. Jasmin considered it a mercy she was sitting down or else she thought it a high possibility she just might collapse.

"Someone... Someone must have put something in my drink..." Gabriel's laughter was a soft rumble against her neck.

"That would be cheating, ma belle," his response was inches from her left ear and she closed her eyes, quivering in his arms. "I would never stoop so low."

The instant Jasmin shut her eyes, Evelynn moved in with impossible speed, feet all but floating over the tiled floor in their high heels, which would have slowed an average woman down for fear of falling. Neither Gabriel nor Jasmin knew what hit her until she cried out and twitched in his arms, another gasping squeak followed as her heart began to race. 

Gabriel reluctantly released the skin he'd been suckling and turned in surprise to meet Evelynn's cold gray stare. She was all killer instinct and animal need, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy as she bit deeper, Jasmin jerking in her arms.

He knew if he tried to stop Evelynn and save Jasmin, the blonde would gush like a bloody fountain as soon as Evelynn broke her lethal kiss, alerting everyone to their ulterior motives. Even if she were able to understand him clearly enough to stop, he doubted she would. She was lost to him, the inner beast of her hunger taking over to make her an elegant, efficient, and unstoppable entity capable of seducing anyone she chose to slake her need.

"Silly girl!" he chastised, though he knew there was nothing to be done for it. "I said to gain consent! And here you are like a greedy little child, Evelynn..." He pursed his lips, shaking his head as the color drained out of Jasmin's face. Her eyes, however, were still very vibrant and filled with unspeakable horror and bliss as she swayed in the chair. Evelynn wrapped her arms tighter about her unwilling victim, a satiated groan of ecstasy seeping through the soft suckling sounds she made.

Gabriel sighed, slipping an index finger just beneath Jasmin's jaw, feeling the slowing and weakening of her pulse. When it started to stutter, he reached over and firmly captured Evelynn's jaw, pulling it open and unhooking her teeth from the torn flesh. Without a word, he brushed Jasmin's hair over the wound, gently repositioning her so she sat with her head in her arms at the table, face buried in her forearms and shrouded by her hair.

"For that, enfant terrible, you shall stay in for the rest of the week and I shall bring you nourishment." Evelynn frowned, tongue darting out to lap a stray sanguine droplet from the corner of her mouth.

"She was a total bitch of a woman and the world's better off without her." Evelynn slurred, drifting in a totally satiated high as she cast a longing glance over her shoulder toward the dim corner to look for Camille. "She was, however, fucking delicious. What would you have me do, Gabriel? I was hungry."

"No. We're going home and I am going to take you in hand and show you how it's properly done." Gabriel's tone wasn't able to hide his arousal, and Evelynn knew the next few hours would be full of blissful agony and crimson delight, though she longed to find Camille and bring her along. "You've had quite enough blood for tonight. Let the poor girl get home and rest. She shall probably be in misery tomorrow."

"I didn't bite her," she pouted as they approached the exit. "Though I wish I had. The parts of her I got to taste were scrumptious."

"No more. We are going home."



Never a Ruby So Deep



"You came here looking for a fight. I can see it in your eyes. You are the little queen cat in heat only interested in the toms or kittens that play hard to get. I saw the look you gave me when I took the red-haired girl into my arms for a dance. 

"So I feel it only fair to warn you that I won't put up any sort of resistance as I may have with the red-haired girl if you'd like to accompany me out. She was inviting, but your beauty and spirit are intoxicating. If you came here for pleasure, my sweet, then it is pleasure you shall have. As much as you can stand and then some, I suspect. But I find playing tug of war rather dull and must admit you've captured my curiosity."

Lost in the labyrinth of his words without Ariadne's guiding thread to aid her return, Evelynn only stood where he'd placed her, full breasts pressed to his chest as her back rested against the cool column. The beat throbbed around her, vibrating her belly and jostling the already excited profusion of butterflies within. One of his hands left her waist, long fingers cupping her chin to tilt her face up toward his, her eyes wide and glassy.

"I'm no child." She hoped her words conveyed the proper amount of bravado she didn't feel, her heart beat rapid as a cornered rabbit's against her breast. "You can preen and pose all you want but I'll warn you now I'm immune to the over the top Peter Murphy bit and it won't get you up my skirt."

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely..." She hesitated as his gentle fingertips stroked her jaw.

"Gabriel," He supplied.

"Gabriel. I'm quite sure that I can handle whatever you throw at me and do it on my own terms." Gabriel's smile was cool and cunning as his hand fell away from her face.

"I fancy a challenge as well from time to time. But tonight, I'm not in the mood for all that silliness. You and I are here for the same purpose." 

With a faint spark of amusement in his eyes, the man's hands slid beneath the delicate strands of her fishnet jacket to drift over her breasts with the lightest caress. As he did this, he stepped closer, his eyes meeting hers as the pads of his thumbs started a rhythmic stroking of her nipples over her corset.

Instantly, they began to harden as a delicious tingling spread from the taut peaks to radiate warmth throughout her entire breast, and then rippled out over her body in rich waves of pleasure. 

Evelynn was disconcerted. No one had ever managed to elicit such an instant and powerful reaction from either her body or mind. There was something almost narcotic about his touch as if mere physical contact with the seductive stranger was an aphrodisiac beyond anything chemists could cook up in a lab. It was dizzying yet addictive all at once, and the way her pussy began to clench and warm in anticipation was thrilling and somehow unnerving. She had no doubt she'd be soaked if he kept touching her tits and didn't dare dream of what might happen should he decide to grow more bold with his manual attentions.

Gabriel let the very tips of his thumbs circle the slight stiff protrusions, longing to know what the little nubs tasted like as she shuddered through the satin beneath his touch. Evelynn felt herself growing a bit distracted from his skillful fingers and reminded herself that suave goth guys weren't exactly a rarity. Still, there was nothing wrong with a little steamy kiss and cuddle, and perhaps tonight she would find what she needed even if there wasn't much chase involved.

The tempo slowed as the DJ put on something more conducive to the secret moment they shared. Evelynn fought the urge to close her eyes as Gabriel's hands left her tender breasts. The soft whisper of her jacket sliding down over her back and bare arms felt as if she were being caressed by dozens of spider webs.

With the faint light only illuminating the right side of Gabriel's handsome face, Evelynn opened her eyes a bit to watch his expression. She wasn't sure if his smile was one of determination or appreciation as he hooked the smooth edge of the left cup of her corset with one determined fingertip. Slowly, he pulled down the fabric to reveal the firm white swell of her full breast tipped by a pale pink nipple small and puckered with arousal. He felt the almost overwhelming urge to tear away her clothes and tumble to the floor with her; onlookers and establishment rules be damned.

"Immodesty can get naughty little kittens in trouble." Gabriel smiled, forcing her back between him and the pillar. The full length of his body pressed to hers, the smooth texture of his crushed velvet jacket against her tit sending up chills all over her body as her hair tugged cruelly at her neck. Watching as if she were at a distance within herself, Gabriel slowly leaned forward so his mouth was inches from hers. "You're like a little bonbon I just want to unwrap and devour. You know that don't you, love? As delightful as it would be for me to strip you bare here and now, I would rather we left of our own accord than be forcibly escorted out." Cool lips brushed her cheek and she gasped, lashes fluttering. "You have such a pretty mouth. I want to taste it. Shall I?"

Evelynn shuddered, the Decoded Feedback track faded into "Boudiccea" by Faith and the Muse, and Gabriel bent over her, his arms winding tightly around her waist as his mouth sought hers, her bare skin chilled by an errant draft and longing to soak up whatever warmth he had beneath his jacket.

The scent of his cologne moved with him as he kissed the tip of her nose, then moved his lips down to capture her lower lip, giving it a soft nibble before his mouth slanted full over hers and his tongue hungrily sought entrance.

Wine flavored and fervent, Gabriel's kiss sucked the air from her lungs. Capturing her shoulders in a firm grasp, he rubbed the bare silken flesh as he sucked her tongue, his hips pressing against hers as patrons danced, shouted, and laughed around them. But here in this secretly sumptuous alcove, it was just they two and her growing desire to have him all over her nude body like light craving the mystery of shadows.

Evelynn's breath came in hot little pants as she dropped her hands to her side, darkly painted nails creeping to the hem of her skirt. With a moan, she curled her fingertips under the wispy fabric and began to cautiously hike it up until the chilly stone behind her pressed hard and cold against her bare ass. Gabriel noticed her shifting movements and his tongue and mouth slowly withdrew from her, leaving her gasping and shuddering with need.

"Such an insolent little temptress you are!" His smile was genuine and definitely amused. In an instant, he dropped to his knees and Evelynn's eyes widened with panicked excitement as he appraised her body, the pale flesh accentuated by the black thigh high boots and skirt hiked around her waist. Gentle as a soft gust of wind, his fingers pressed against her thighs and she obliged, peering down at him past the swell of her breasts. With a sigh, she pulled her corset back into place as Gabriel bent lower, placing a chaste kiss on her silken delta of Venus. Evelynn sank her teeth into her lower lip as he rose back to his full and formidable height with her jacket in hand, smoothing her skirt into place, and then grabbing her arm in a vice grip strong as steel to pull her through the tangled shadow of dancing couples.

"Tell your dear barmaid farewell," Gabriel's baritone was near her ear as they paused at the bar. He reached into his pocket and tossed a hundred in her direction. The hottie behind the bar grinned and waved Evelynn out the door.

"Vision Thing" began to blare around them as she stumbled to keep pace with her quick-footed companion. But there had been plenty of drinks without plenty of time to digest them, and she wobbled a bit in her heels. Gabriel paused a few feet near the exit. 

"Abien, cherie." With a squeak of surprise, Evelynn was lifted and flung over his shoulder as he strode toward the exit. A couple of waiflike young things just entering stopped to gawk as they passed, one elbowing the other and bursting into rapid whispers over the fucking drop dead gorgeous man and the cute girl over his shoulder like some cover photo to a gothic romance novel, then bursting into giggles as he gave his wiggling prize a soft swat on the bum.

"Stop squirming so or I shall leave you here, brat." Gabriel chastised as he strode out into the frosty winter night. "Clearly your manners need a bit of touching up indeed." He made a tisk tisk sound as he strode to the edge of the parking lot. "Flashing your naughty bits and wriggling around on my arm like the little coquette. We shall definitely improve this fractious behavior. Now be a good girl and get in."

With surprising tenderness that only belied his amazing strength, Gabriel set her on her feet beside a sleek black Mercedes.

"Nice ride," Evelynn breathed as he handed her the gauzy jacket. She slipped it on, shivering in the cold as he unlocked the passengers side door, offering her a backward glance, his eyes brilliant and standing out against his pale face, a tolerant smile sculpting his lips as he then stripped his own jacket, handing it to her as well.

"Come along. The night waits for no one." The chivalrous gesture of he giving her his jacket held her in rapt fascination for an instant and she wondered that he wasn't cold in his thin shirt. She wanted to get in but looked cautiously into the shadows at her own late model car.

"But I drove-"

Gabriel rounded the car and jumped into the driver's seat with uncanny speed. The Mercedes purred into life with the obedience of fine engineering. Gabriel turned to peer across the lot to the busy city street, his profile stunning. "All right! All right!" Evelynn flung up her arms in exasperation, then carefully climbed in beside him, thrilling as her skirt rode up her hips, the engine's vibrations doing lovely things to her already awakened libido as she sat with her knees primly together. The seat seemed to embrace her and she closed her eyes as trance blasted from the high-end speakers, the throbbing beat appropriate for the powerful car as it pierced the wintery night.

The jilt as they shot out into the endless ebony night was thrilling, and Evelynn grinned as she leaned against him and wrapped an arm tightly around his spare shoulder, the wind whipping her hair into flowing satin strands from her slightly open window as they raced toward downtown, her position forcing the dangerously short skirt taut across her curators bottom. Gabriel kept his eyes trained on the road, though she hoped he'd risk a glance her way. The cool air rushing in was sobering, but not quite sobering enough and Evelynn felt recklessly randy.

Being so close to her abductor, she marveled at the feast he offered her senses. He smelled delicious. All cologne, soap, and fresh air. His jacket was heaven to touch as she ran the fingertips of her right hand up and down the lapel, and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder, feeling the disturbance in how the crisp fabric of his shirt settled across his back caused by his tucked in hair. Her mouth craved his kiss and her fingertips clutched the lapel of his jacket tighter, trying to anchor herself in the sea of sensuality where she drifted further and further away from reason and practicality. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the feel of him and the wind on her face as cars whizzed past, then opened them as the traffic increased.

Evelynn looked about to see they'd arrived in the pricey part of town. As she watched, Gabriel slowed and turned onto a side street, then approached a private underground parking garage for one of the swankiest and most posh apartment buildings in town. Not really surprised given his dress and mode of transportation, Evelynn had seen these lofts once. A customer had paid handsomely to have his items delivered and she had been given a pass key and flat number, feeling extremely out of place as she'd traversed the lobby, then caught a lift up to leave the man's clothes at a private entrance flanked by potted orchids. The flat had been one of only two on the floor. She'd dreamed of what the place must look like and wondered how the guy had talked her unyielding boss into such extravagant lengths to return his clothes...

The engine abruptly cut off and she was left to struggle out of her recollections as she tried to climb out of the car. Vaguely, she'd been aware of their circling the garage two or three times, but as she shut the door and glanced around the lot, she was speechless. 

There were so many luxury foreign cars here she would have thought it was an upscale car dealership.

"Come along, my kitten." Gabriel's arm encircled her waist as he smiled down at her wide eyes. "As much as I'd love to throw you across the hood of the BMW there, I suspect the owner might object. Particularly if your heels scuffed up that lovely paint job."

Into a glass elevator they went, Evelynn watching as they ascended into the same handsome lobby she'd recently traversed. It came to a stop and he took her across the Art Decco themed room, pausing at the desk to pick up a package, and then starting toward another elevator. This one was sumptuously decorated; walled in smoked glass, carpeted in charcoal gray, and occupied by more potted plants. Her gaze was riveted to their reflection and how they complemented one another. Her mind was made up at that moment. Their union would be spectacular and she hoped there would be a mirror near by so she could watch. Gabriel noticed her studying their reflection and smiled.

"I'm rather fond of the notion as well. And yes, one of my bedroom walls is mirrored." Evelynn jumped as the hairs on her neck began to prickle.

"Uh, I didn't say that out loud did I?" She stared at him, her mind hazy with alcohol. Gabriel advanced and she stepped back directly into one of the mirrored corners. Without a word, his hands came up to capture her face, his fingers gently caressing her temples as his thumbs lifted her chin.

"Don't be scared, love. I won't hurt you..." He paused, arching one delicate brow. "Unless that's what you want."

Evelynn felt as if her thoughts were suddenly trapped in ice. There was no panic. Not even a bit of perfectly deserved curiosity. All she could do was stare into his beautiful blue eyes. The creeping of her flesh was replaced by an acute heightening of seemingly every nerve in her body. Never had she known such an awareness of the way her clothes caressed her body. The brushing of satin against her nipples was almost excruciatingly intense, the swirl of air around her exposed skin feeling as if it were the breath of an ardent lover, and the clenching and tingling of her pussy strong enough to be distracting. "Mmmm. There we are." Gabriel purred, Evelynn's heart pounding in her ears as he moved in to kiss her cheek, then bend lower, trailing his lips up her throat.

"What did..." Her brow furrowed in concentration. What had she wanted to ask?

"There was no conspiracy to lace your drinks. I promise you." The tentative pressure of teeth against her throat caused her bosom to heave. Something was afoot. This was not an ordinary rich eccentric by any means. There was...

The elevator car came to an abrupt halt. Gabriel only wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her jaw.

"I assume you'd like to come in for a drink or two?" He asked, meeting her dazed eyes. 

"Yes." Evelynn managed, staggering out of the car and leaning against his arm. In her head, pieces were fitting together like a puzzle and she was groggily aware that the picture forming was nothing short of impossible. She knew it was fool hearty to have drinks with such a strange and secretive man, but his looks and quiet magnetism were irresistible the nearer he moved as they traversed the short distance to his loft.

Soon, they were rounding a corner in a tastefully decorated hall with muted lighting and a very classy ambiance. She found herself standing in a memorable entryway. The flowers looked familiar, and then it hit her. The customer who'd required a delivery of his items.

"Okay." Evelynn began, her head clearing a little as she studied the exotic blooms, feeling extremely uneasy and underdressed in the glamorous environment as she hugged his jacket tighter around her waist. "What the fuck's going on?"

"I'm sorry?" Gabriel said as he pulled out his keys. "What exactly do you mean, darling?"

"I brought some dry cleaning items here about a month or so ago. She'd been to this very loft. You knew what I was thinking in the elevator. Who are you?"

The door swung open on silent hinges and the interior of the loft was dim and fragrant with incense smoke like some sort of church for promised carnal pleasures. Gabriel stepped in, and then held the door open and turned to favor Evelynn with an inviting smile.

"Care to join me in a Chambord et Champagne?" She wanted to refuse. Tried to resist the invitation. But one quick glance at his face and her body recalled the physical memory of his kiss and the pressure of his erection against her navel. She couldn't say no. Without a word, she stepped across the threshold and he closed the door behind them.

The echo of her heels clicking on the wood flooring was only temporary before an immense and intricately woven oriental rug absorbed the impact. The view was breath-taking as she crossed the large open space to stare out the huge round top windows, the city lights sparkling far below. She wondered how many stories up they were as she'd been too distracted in the elevator to notice.

From the kitchen came the popping of a champagne cork and the soft clink of a bottleneck against a crystal flute. Evelynn tried to take a mental breath. She'd ridden home with a total stranger, and worse yet, he seemed to have some unusually strong intuitive capabilities or-

"Here you are," Gabriel appeared at her side, proffering the chilled flute. "What's your name? I could use endearments all night, but I would like to know your Christian name. If I may"

"My name is Evelynn." She sipped the cocktail, the warmth of the alcohol and intense sweetness of the berry liqueur a refreshing bit of reality helping to anchor her thoughts. "Now do you want to tell me why you really brought me here and who you are?" She slid out of his jacket with a slight shrug of her shoulders, the gesture drawing his eyes to her substantial cleavage. He received it, draping it over an arm as they talked.

"I brought you here because I find you extremely attractive in many ways. Who I am isn't terribly important."

"Then why does it feel like more than coincidence that I made a delivery here three weeks ago?" Evelynn countered, turning to face him and glance around the tastefully (and no doubt expensively) decorated space. "This doesn't feel like a chance meeting." Gabriel sighed, then sipped his own drink, starting toward a mocha colored leather sectional. Evelynn followed, perching on the furthest end thus avoiding his disarmingly distracting proximity.

"Our meeting is entirely coincidental," Gabriel began, settling back and stretching his long legs. "Though you are correct in your observation of being here before. I dropped by the dry cleaning shop where you work. Most of my business was conducted with your boss. Due to the lateness of the hour, he said I'd have to pick up my items the next day. I had prior commitments, which prevented me from doing so before they closed early for weekend hours, and offered him a large amount of cash to bring them to my flat.

"But as I was making the arrangements, I caught a glimpse of a girl dashing toward the back of the shop. Unfortunately, she didn't notice me. Her eyes were so beautiful, her skin pale as a china doll's and hair dark as night. I was intrigued and contrived a way to try and meet this enchanting vision. Unfortunately you arrived to return my clothing a bit earlier than I had planned the next day and I wasn't able to collect it personally. Our meeting tonight was fortuitous and I don't believe as random as you'd like, though I had no way of knowing you'd be there. I merely wanted to go enjoy the night life."




Never a Ruby So Deep



"I find that hard to believe." Evelynn confessed, taking another long sip of her drink.

"Really? Then you aren't a believer in fate?" Gabriel's eyes were questioning and serious. "That perhaps you and I were meant to find each other tonight even if we don't know where tomorrow will take us?" Again, that mesmerizing stare that seemed to roam over her body in physical waves of calm as he set his drink aside.

Stretching to his full height, he strode across the space to hang his jacket on a coat tree then return to their conversation, sitting where he had before. Knowing that Evelynn would come to him when she wanted, he struggled to be patient and wait until she was ready.

"I must confess that my flirtation with our dear redhead was a bit impulsive. Of course I would have thoroughly enjoyed her company and was surprised that you came between us as you did. But your move was brave and passionate, which I find intriguing. While you definitely caught my eye as soon as I saw you, I assumed you were of the persuasion who preferred the fairer sex, especially when you charmed my dance partner away." He grinned, one long pale hand waving off the notion as she favored him with a soft smile.

"Actually I was planning on leaving with the bar tender." Evelynn admitted with a warm blush. "When you showed up, I was a few minutes from bailing. The crowd's been pretty thin lately."

"Really? Parish the thought of missing you when we'd been so close." His eyes were arresting. Dear God, they were compelling and holding Evelynn's gaze as if magnetized, making the fine down on the back of her neck rise. "Are you so doubtful toward chance that you won't let down your guard enough to come sit beside me?"

An uncomfortable tension enveloped the brunette and she lowered her eyes to study the small bursts of champagne bubbles rising through the deep crimson concoction. Gabriel leaned back against the voluptuously plump sofa cushions, eyeing her with indolent intrigue. The statement was very forward but the longer he studied her and drew in her scent, the harder it became to push his urges down and think through the thickening presence of her scent and the lust clouding his mind. Crossing one booted foot over the other, he folded his arms behind his head and stretched in a very feline manner, pulling his hair from beneath his shirt, then tugging away the simple black band which held it back. It fell glossy and free in soft ebony waves around his shoulders, framing his face and adding to his old world charm and aristocratic appeal. With a rakish smile and the sultry fragrance of sandalwood perfuming his hair, he stared her down as she tried to remain impassive. The grace and knowing insolence of his movements magnified Gabriel's already uncanny attractive appearance. "Come closer, pretty. You look so alone and it's such a cold night."

The rapid increase of her pulse was both invigorating and alarming. Slowly, Evelynn got to her feet to sit beside Gabriel, who put his drink down on the iron and glass coffee table, inclining toward her as his eyes challenged her to keep still.

The sensual press of his fingertips as they slid up the inside of her left leg over her boot was electrifying. The intensity of his touch forced her eyes closed as he captured the ribbon laces, gently tugging them further apart as she shivered, seemingly able to feel his want radiating in waves even through the smooth black leather of her boot.

Cool air rushed to embrace her upper leg, knee, shin, and then bare foot as Gabriel eased the material away to reveal one shapely pale leg beneath. Lashes fluttering, she watched through half lidded eyes as he did the same with her other boot. Pinched in concentration, his face was unreadable, his eyes focusing on her flesh as he revealed it inch by agonizingly slow inch. With a shudder, she swooned as the fingertips of his left hand eased up her leg without the separation of leather to impede the warmth of his touch. Languid and skilled fingertips traced a delicate path over her knee to her now bare thigh.

"Your skin is so soft..." Gabriel whispered almost in awe. With a trembling sigh, she lifted her eyes to his as he reclined, her breath caught as their eyes met and held. Without a word, his arms reached for her and though she knew there would be no going back from this point, she surrendered and fell willingly into his embrace.

The tense silence around them was palpable enough one could very nearly slice it with a knife as Evelynn offered trembling lips to his kiss. Gabriel ignored them, choosing instead to brush his mouth over one sculpted cheek, his fingers gently trailing up and down her spine for the briefest of instances before tugging free her own insubstantial seductive frock of fishnet and satin, her corset and skirt now the only hindrance between his ever-increasing desire to indulge in the union of their flesh.

Confusion flitted through Evelynn's thoughts like frightened doves in an unexpected downpour. Even at her most excited and intoxicated with a new relationship, the thickly lacquered veneer of her heart had always served her well. Rushing headlong into any romantic or sexual involvement had never frightened her. She simply didn't allow herself to feel until she suspected it would be safe. But now, white-hot coils of desire were constricting around her carefully maintained barricades, melting the steadfast resolve she'd been so proud to possess.

"What a beauty you are, love." Gabriel all but purred. "I feel as if I'm disrobing a virgin. How positively enchanting." A hint of the night's previous arrogant delight glinted briefly in his eyes. 

Every place touched by his fingers sang with a million pinpricks of delight. Gabriel's mouth gliding along her jaw raised chills over her skin. Desperately, she laced her fingers together behind his neck, relishing the silken strands of his hair as it brushed against her wrists. The solidity of him under her touch had to make this sensual assault on reality stop.

"Come here, my love." His voice was thick with lust as he eased her onto his lap with no effort at all. As she fell back into the waiting support of his left arm, he draped her across his well-muscled legs and stared down into her eyes. "No need to be frightened, Evelynn. Your body is crying out for this even as your heart and mind refuse to accept the situation. I'm as real as the want between your thighs."

The leather of his pants was warm under her and she could feel the bunch of his muscles against her shoulder as she snuggled into his chest. 

All around them, the large and airy loft was silent save for the distant ticking of a large clock. Evelynn felt like a bit of chocolate melting away under the constant heat of his gaze as ever so slowly, he bent lower until his lips were just a breath away. 

Gabriel was hypnotized by the frantic increase of her heart rate, making its own relentlessly rapid BPM. It pumped in time with the pulse of his heightened awareness as he held her in his arms, able to discern every biological and physical change her body and mind were experiencing in his presence. Though Gabriel usually put forth his best effort to enjoy a lover using nothing but his physical abilities, somewhere along the way he always ended up weaving in talents of his vampiric gifts to allow both energies to rebound and magnify. It was his preference to keep his encounter strictly for nourishment separate from intercourse since they could come dangerously close to permanent entanglement. The taking of blood was usually quick and hot a la fuck and run like the relations today's youth enjoyed with such abandon. While the act of feeding sent tingles of dual bliss through him from the hot infusion of fresh blood and the momentary sating of his endless hunger, he tried to revel in sexual bliss as he once did as a human. When he sought pleasure solely for its own sake, it wasn't uncommon for the exchange to pass between them for hours until he and his lovers were lost in an ocean of sensation that sometimes threatened to drown them both... or all, on some rare occasions. But Evelynn was making his aspirations very difficult. He smelled the sensual bouquet of her blood, pheromones, perfume, and the purity of her skin and his longing to bite and fuck increased simultaneously.

"Please." Evelynn whispered. The circuit of desire was complete. Gabriel's eyes closed and he brought his lips to hers.

The shock of his kiss flushed a torrent of desire so intense through Evelynn that she jumped, her entire body falling limp as his arm tightened around her shoulders. His lips were warm and soft, gently sweeping over hers for an instant until they parted, her heart thudding as the first warm intermingling of their tongues drew a moan from his throat.

Invisible electricity ran through her body, curling her toes and enticing her sex to clench and throb in need. Acute and sharp as a knife, the feeling overwhelmed her so strongly it was nearly painful, sweet feminine essence overflowing her juicy sex, readying her body for what she longed to experience. She needed to be embraced and impaled by this man with the hypnotic eyes and bewitching kiss. It raced through her veins and filled her thoughts with a craving so forceful it bordered physical pain.

Their mouths pressed fervently against each other, his tongue slowly swirling with hers then retreating as he gently nipped her lower lip with a soft throaty groan. She quivered as his tongue swept her painted lower lip before returning to the slow and sweet invasion of her mouth. Evelynn's pulse thumped in her ears and raced through her veins as her back began to arch like a cat's. Blatantly aware of the parts of her body he wasn't touching, she longed to just be swallowed up by him. Feel the heat of his body against hers as her nipples stiffened and tingled.

On a distant level, part of her mind was breaking away in rebellion against her flesh. This felt too good. Like getting piss drunk off way too many glasses of wine only to awaken with no hang over the next morning or devouring too much ice cream too fast without the obligatory headache. There was something more to this man. To the way his kiss nearly made her seize up in orgasmic release and his touch burned so pleasantly on her skin.

Unbidden, a vision took shape in her mind. A garden full of poisonous blooms, each ingrained by nature to entice, ensnare, anesthetize, and devour their unsuspecting victim. The glossy interior of a pitcher plant with it's slick slanting walls and glimmering pool of caustic nectar tempting, subduing, then dissolving the tiny unsuspecting creatures. The lazy agape maw of the Venus fly trap with it's deceptively velvety insides just waiting for a curious inspection from an unwary insect before it snapped closed, capturing and digesting the fatally inquisitive morsel. Was she falling victim to the venomous kiss of this beautiful man, inhaling poison and pleasure like poor damned love-stricken Giovanni Guasconti in his quest to woo the toxically beautiful Beatrice?

Sensing her hesitation, Gabriel's mouth drew away, taking along with it her breath as one long white hand slipped up her bare shoulder to stroke her cheek.

"You are wise," Gabriel murmured, his face slightly flushed. "And in a way, you are correct. But I will leave the choice to you, l'infante. Don't make it in haste."

"I've wanted this since I saw you." Evelynn's hands shook as her pupils dilated, her breathing rapid and shallow. She wanted to stop the words from tumbling recklessly out of her mouth, but couldn't staunch them as they escaped in a breathy confession. "I don't know who you are, Gabriel. And I don't care about fate or tomorrow. I'm too busy thinking about now and how I want you so badly it hurts."

Silently, Gabriel got to his feet, setting her on her feet beside him as he moved with gorgeous grace toward the far end of the loft. Heart racing and lust clouding her mind, Evelynn had no choice but to follow, each step worsening the throbbing between her legs.

They came to two rooms, one of which was obviously a large darken bedroom, the other an elegantly appointed bathroom. Gabriel turned the lights on low, then leaned against the doorway, beckoning Evelynn with a pale hand then closing the door behind them.

An elaborate shower enclosure began to cascade steamy water and mist from various jets as Gabriel pushed a button, then keeping his back toward her, hurriedly undressed and stepped into the swirling, fragrant mist. Evelynn quickly disrobed as well, longing to see his nude body and annoyed that the steam was so profuse.

In an instant, she was stepping into the black granite enclosure, her skin bathed by fine spray from jets in the walls as she beheld Gabriel beneath the large cascade, his head back and eyes closed as he basked in the warm water, his body lithe but corded with sinew and extremely strong. Unable to help herself, she allowed her eyes to drift over his well-muscled chest, along his tapered waist and hips, then to his swollen cock. It was thick and straining, jutting from a closely trimmed bit of black curls.

"Closer," He beckoned; watching her as he sleepily opened his eyes, urging Evelynn to come to him even as she began to tremble. "I'll be gentle. I promise you, little kitten. The pain is only for an instant but the pleasure lasts forever."

With great care, Gabriel lathered her head to toe with an intoxicating floral scented soap, keeping his touch as chaste as possible and moving from her inner thighs to her navel, smiling at the almost inaudible moan of frustration that escaped her lips. They spoke not a word, she entranced by his touch and movement, he assessing her body and just how much she could handle. Finally, satisfied with bathing her, he poured some shampoo into his cupped palm and moved closer, gasping as she peered up at him through veiled gray eyes, the look sultry yet tentative as he gently kissed her brow.

Beneath the warm sensual mist of the shower, Gabriel's kisses were torrid and charged as his fingertips gently worked some neroli-scented shampoo through her hair. Her shoulders were tense beneath his questing fingertips and when his lips glided down along her jaw she flinched. He paid this no heed as one soap-slicked hand slid down her belly to the juncture between her thighs, the firm press of his index finger against her clit spilling tingles up her spine as her dewy channel contracted with avarice.

If he had any intention of making the night last, he needed to clean her scent from his skin to slow his urgent longing. He was wrapped in the scent of her perfume and warm flesh, and it was making him too hasty, which he did not want.

Through the delirium of his touch and kiss, Evelynn felt his free hand pressing a spicy scented soap into her palm. The intent was obvious, and her pulse began to race as she lathered the bar between her hands. The heady blend of mint, star anis, and other fragrant herbs carried on the billowing steam. Evelynn vaguely wondered how his skin would smell with the faint fragrance of the soap, and she quivered as he gently caressed the little bud of her clitoris with one curled fingertip.

"Look at me, Evelynn." His tone was throaty and rich, the rumble of his voice rolling over her body like thunder as her eyes lifted to meet his, his hands moving to her hips. "You're shaking. Relax. I shall make certain you enjoy this as much as I will."

Strong fingers plucked the bar from her palms as she tried to look down at his cock, but he held her gaze, the blue of his eyes making her want to fall into them as his hands caught her wrists, edging her fingertips ever closer to his groin as her body began to tingle. Did the barmaid put ecstasy in my drink or has it really been this long, An incredulous voice in her mind called out in confusion and she tensed. Something that felt this good couldn't be so simple.

A pure, raw hunger surfaced in Gabriel's eyes, and the voice grew louder. You know what he is, it warned as her slippery fingertips closed around the length of his cock, tracing the veins beneath the skin as he moaned and moved closer. He won't say it but you know. Don't be fucking stupid or else you'll end up as another pretty hors d'œuvre crumpled and neglected in a corner. Evelynn was shocked to even have such a thought and tried to count the drinks she'd had to justify the ridiculous notion. But the texture of his flesh was so soft and so compelling, and the way he watched her through his lashes, smoldering lust radiating off him in waves, made her pulse quicken. Still the little nervous creature of doubt gnawed at her thoughts.

The more she questioned and struggled with her conscience, the more rabid his hunger became until at last, he couldn't resist a kiss. Doubtless her anxiety was fanning the fire of his thirst, her smell under the soap and perfume was driving him mad with need he couldn't ignore.

"Do you trust me, Evelynn?" The question was a sultry caress to her ear, the longing stripping his voice down to a needy growl. She tensed in his arms, her grip on the hard spike of his cock going slack even as he stiffened more against her fingers.

"Y-yes..." Evelynn whispered, shocked at her easy transformation from hunter to prey.

Gabriel promised himself it would only be a taste. Just as he knew such sensual creatures as Evelynn would dip their pretty fingers into a bit of cream to saver the richness of one little indulgence, satisfying their epicurean nature. He would exert control. But God, she smelled delicious! All clove, orange, and vanilla. Lurking beneath that was the intoxicant of fear intertwined with the keen edge of desire that threatened to slice through her trepidation and loose the flood of lust that would drench them both. He wanted to be saturated with her scent and her fluids... His need was sure as her consternation.

With a gentle flutter of his lush lashes against her jaw, he brushed his lips over the pulsing vein at her throat and moaned in ecstatic anticipation, the press of his lips making her skin tingle.

The foamy weight of Evelynn's hair pulled her head back as her body went taut as a bowstring. Limp fingertips fell away from his now rock hard cock as a moan escaped his lips to reverberate through her entire being. She gasped in response, feeling the first hot press of his lips to her neck before they parted and he hungrily suckled the flesh, the wet urgency of his mouth concentrating pure pleasure there as the rate of her breaths increased.

Heat from the shower rivaled the heat within their embrace as Gabriel shoved the dark-haired beauty against the stone enclosure with enough force to give her head a bit of a bump, his muscular forearms locking around her waist. He savored the fullness of her flesh in his mouth. Warmth radiated out from the impact of his kiss and Evelynn went slack with a soft breathy moan, her body filled with an impossibly high charge of electrifying pleasures never before felt. She closed her eyes in rapturous anticipation. She wanted him to go farther. Take what he needed. She would give herself to him until there was none left, and then surrender beyond even that if it would bring him even a fraction of the agony tinged bliss he gave her now.

"Be still..." Gabriel's tone was thick with need as he opened his mouth wider, drawing his fangs across the alabaster flesh of her throat to leave behind twin red trails. A shiver passed through him and his cock bobbed as she whimpered. Just a little more... These were nothing but surface scratches...

Evelynn began to quiver as Gabriel ran the hot dart of his tongue over the upbraided flesh, the slow lapping immediately numbing the slight discomfort of the scratches, her skin tingling where it had been licked. Then he went tense as his fangs gently dimpled her smooth throat, clamping his lips to her neck. Two little pricks like bee stings laced with Ecstasy made her gasp, and then the warmth flowed over her, her pussy contracting as sweet slick nectar began to drip down her thighs. His body quaked against her as he moaned; a sensual sound of long denied hunger being stoked and tempted for more.




Never a Ruby So Deep



Coppery warmth seeped from the gentle bite to ooze into his mouth and Gabriel shuddered, squeezing Evelynn tight as he lifted his head back, allowing the blood to flow down his throat in a sensual trickle before returning to her shoulder to capture the crimson droplets that quivered against her collar bone, threatening to descend the gentle slope of her left breast to be diluted by the shower. She watched all this through half lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her pulse quickened. Vampires weren't real. This couldn't be happening. But the warm radiating tingles spreading from her throat said otherwise and she shivered, a childlike moan escaping her lips.

The need was voracious but he denied it, only capturing the diminishing flow of droplets on his tongue and relishing their taste as he brought her nearer the cascading water to rinse them both clean. Evelynn was in a total daze of delirious bliss, her eyes glazed as water ran down her scalp and over the concave plane of her back and waist. Gabriel supported her so she'd not fall given how thoroughly she was lost to the narcotic bliss of the vampire's kiss, her body craving more even as she realized like a timid little girl she would let him do anything. Anything. Even if it meant she had to offer him the last drops of her sanguine essence. Vaguely, she knew full well people died this way. But oh what a heavenly way to die...

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, she felt languorous as he carried her from the dimly lit bathroom, pausing to turn the light off as they passed. Evelynn was clinging to him with desperate need, a virile cast infiltrating her smoky gray eyes.

"If you wish to leave now, cherie, I won't stop you." The raw hunger in his words resonated throughout her body as they stepped into the darkened cavernous bedroom, he kicking the door closed behind them. With great tenderness, he lay her across a large bed, then went to an elegant tea table, finding the matches he knew to be there and striking one alight to touch the flame against the wick of a rose-scented candle. In the mirrored wall beside the bed, a reflected light flicked into being and he glanced at his reflection, mildly concerned at the obvious hunger in his eyes.

Evelynn lay sprawled across the black satin sheets, eyes half closed, bosom rising and falling rapidly as she admired him in the candlelight. His body was perfect, his face flawless as he stared pensively into the flame, then looked back her way, a question in his eyes.

"Evelynn, I want you to listen to what I'm going to tell you. I know you're struggling at the moment and I'm sorry I took things this far without making things clear. You know what I am. I felt your shock and incredulity in the shower. I heard it in your head. Now that you know, I offer you a choice. 

"You may go get dressed and I shall call a taxi to take you home. Or you may stay. I think you understand that when you leave me, you won't return to the life you once led." He crawled across the sheets to wrap around her like a pheromone filled phantasm from beneath the bed. "With only the small bite I've given you, the recovery process will be brief and fairly uncomplicated with minimal discomfort. You may have some light sensitivities and food aversions, but they'll only be temporary. Or, you can stay and in essence, grant your blessing to becoming bonded with me on a much deeper and profound level than you've known with any mortal lover." His eyes fixed on hers and she felt her stomach dropped. She could not look away. "Naturally I prefer the latter option, but it is entirely up to you, my swan. If you stay, you and I will be bonded and it will be best if you remain with me for an indefinite amount of time while your body transitions. I can help ease the pains of your becoming and teach you necessary knowledge, and you and I will be lovers and hunters together. There is a lot to learn..." Evelynn bit back a smile. This isn't happening, she thought to herself as her nipples stiffened in the cold air. 

She spared a glance around the room, or as much as she could see in the feeble glow of the candle. The bed was large and ornate, carved posts rising into the shadows and piled high with plump down pillows and quilts, the tea table near a window with heavy burgundy curtains. Watching shadowy ghosts of their reflection in the mirror, she wondered what it would feel like to drowse in his arms awash in afterglow. To draw the curtains and get lost in the black seduction of sleep during sunlight.

But above it all, she was drawn to Gabriel's eyes. There was so much promise and hunger in those eyes... 

With an almost imperceptible nod, Evelynn let her head fall back upon the bed as his strong arms embraced her, pulling her toward the middle of the king sized mattress, his weight upon her as one hand captured both her delicate wrists to pin them above her head. And yes, here it was. The quickening of uncertainty... even fear in her pulse though she realized its effects and tried to stop it as Gabriel's grip tightened. The scent of it floated off her in luscious waves like a perfumed powder as he pressed his lips to hers, feeling her recoil as one of his sharp fangs nicked her tongue. She was breathing so rapidly, like quarry trying to flee the hunt, but he held her fast, her shallow breaths only fanning the flames coursing through his veins. 

"It won't hurt." Gabriel breathed the promise, feeling her all curves and tentative want under him. "I swear to you, Evelynn. Let your body feel what it will." His lips grazed her cheek, and then drew down her throat to the tiny red puncture marks he'd made in the shower and she shivered.

Capturing the tender flesh between his lips, he squeezed gently, and then pulled away. One small scarlet droplet stood out in contrast against her skin. It was more red and perfect than any flawless Burmese ruby, and she moaned as the endorphins and pheromones he gave off set to work, obliterating any pain as the drop of blood clung to her throat.

Evelynn's breath sounded very loud to her own ears as his lips traveled down to her right breast. She craved the suction even as his lips closed around her nipple and another soft prick jolted through her, quickly blotted out by a wave of orgasmic delight that only swelled.

"Yes. Be still and feel." Gabriel's hands slid under her sides, lifting her closer to his lips as he bit again, only with a bit more pressure. Evelynn gasped in pain, shocked and thrilled to realize she was on the verge of orgasm. "Once more, my sweet." His tone was silk, all smoothness and cool as he went back to suckling her breast, this time nipping the soft milky flesh instead of her nipple.

Evelynn cried out, her thoughts a quiet mumble in the back of her mind. The spasms that shot from her soaked pussy rebounded off her toes and rocketed right through her body to be expelled with a shuddering breath. Gabriel moaned, letting her breast fall free of his mouth as he traveled downward.

"No," Evelynn moaned, her shiver so violent she twitched in his arms. "Not there. Please."

"Shhh." His eyes met hers and the fear was gone. His lips were ruddy, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he drew one fingertip across her bare mound. "Heaven should be so lucky to have a creature half as sweet."

Cool sheet under her back, wet hair tucked against her neck, and muscles tensed for the prick of teeth, Evelynn relaxed into the bed as Gabriel's mouth moved slowly down her navel. A kiss this amazing should be illegal, Evelynn thought frantically as she craved his bite even while dread lapped at her lust. With sudden surprise, she placed a hand on his tense shoulder to realize he, too, was shivering. "Shall I stop?" He breathed, nuzzling her belly button as one arm slipped up beneath her round little ass. 

"No," Evelynn said, her tone laced with hesitation.

"You're sure you want this?" Heart thundering in her ears, Evelynn nodded as he stroked her thigh. "Mmm... As do I, love. As do I..."

Gabriel's hair was damp against her thighs as he surveyed her swollen pink folds ripe with need and engorged with blood. The very notion made him feel faint, and with a long low sigh, he flowed over her lower body like water, gently parting her thighs with his hands as he inhaled the smell of her desire and anxiety. Without pause, he leaned in close to lightly slide the hot point of his tongue over the upper portion of her pussy, rewarded as she gasped and winced under his touch.

What am I doing? Evelynn's mind screamed as the pointed pressure of his teeth caught her swollen left labia and set her heart to racing. This isn't happening... But it was, and she felt the weeks of tension falling away like a butterfly sloughing off a cocoon. Lying beneath Gabriel, she felt powerful as a goddess, knowing she possessed what he wanted and that giving it to him would be beyond rapture. To hell with her job. She could find another. And to hell with haunting the goth clubs in the vain hope of finding someone she didn't need to teach. Now she was the nervous student under Gabriel's expertise, and she had a gut feeling he had many decades of experience though his face was smooth and youthful.

Warm golden waves of euphoria washed over Evelynn. She struggled to stay focused on the central point of pleasure, the hot wet licking of Gabriel's tongue stealing her breath, as she grew less able to stay still with each passing second. His skill was sublime, her sensitive clit so close to over-stimulation she wanted to scream. The truth about Gabriel was far from her thoughts. Right now, he was just a lover with an exceptional talent for licking quim, his tongue swirling her little bud one second, then pulling back so just the very tip stroked up and down the tiny core of ecstasy the next as Evelynn writhed beneath him, gathering fistfuls of the sheet as she desperately tried to keep pace with his attention. She didn't want to lie there passive and still though it was certainly not easy with a lover like Gabriel. Especially when he succumbed to the temptation of her arousal and nipped her labia hard enough to draw thin rivulets of blood. She was so lost in pleasure she barely noticed and did not care.

Intoxicated by the heat of her skin and the smell of her blood, Gabriel's own need was agony. His cock rested erect on the sheets and the all-consuming hunger he tried to keep at bay was building. Slippery and sweet, her juices and blood tantalized him and he gently probed her tight little opening with a fingertip. Evelynn's back arched off the bed as this act pushed her perilously closer to coming. With a measured sigh, Gabriel carefully brought the tip of his middle finger up beside his index, capturing the little pearl of her clit between his lips to suckle as he forced two fingers into her sweltering depths, the friction of his digits inside her sending Evelynn into a spasm of delight.

Now. He'd waited as long as he dared and the moment had to be now. Frantically pulling his lips away, Gabriel latched on to her left thigh, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh even as Evelynn hung immobile, suspended and breathless in the throws of orgasm.

The exhalation she let out rushed out with a scream of blended bliss and agony as Gabriel pierced and drew on her femoral artery, mouth pressed against the smoothness of her thigh, his own pulse racing as his cock throbbed in response to the release he felt from his first real feed of the day. The warm squirt of her blood into his mouth was a communion of living flesh and blood, and he forced himself to stop, pressing his tongue to the wounds to staunch the bleeding from such a large artery. He wanted to hold her in his arms as he partook of her life essence and gave her his own.

Light headed, Evelynn became aware of an intense pulling sensation after the flash of pain, but it wasn't all together unpleasant. On the contrary, Gabriel's lips made her thigh burn and her pussy hunger for more even as he pulled his crimson-smeared lips away, his eyes icy and full of animal need. The look made Evelynn uncertain as she tried to sit up, but the vampire's saliva racing through her arteries into her blood stream lulled her into a daze similar to that of an opiate and she could only lie there waiting.

"Open your eyes, Evelynn." Gabriel breathed as he rose up over her, all sinew and strength as the dart of his tongue swept out to capture an errant drop of blood from her collarbone. She wanted to feel repulsed and frightened. She could not. All she could do was lay in wait as he gently placed his cock against her snug canal.

"Whatever happens, you must remember to keep breathing." Gabriel's tone was sincere and full of purpose as he took the young woman in his arms, the curtain of his hair shielding his face as his lips sought her throat. His hips dipped and Evelynn winced.

The simultaneous pushing of his cock deep inside her while he nuzzled her neck was dizzying. Gabriel tried to slow his first careful stroke, gently but insistently easing into her honeyed pussy. Evelynn couldn't recall ever feeling so totally full. Gabriel's lips pressed to her throat just below her jaw, his tongue slowly licking her neck for an instant before the pressure of his teeth replaced it, pushing harder and harder still, his own breathing rapid and irregular as he felt her tense. A sudden cry burst from her lips in exquisite pain and undeniable pleasure as Gabriel's teeth penetrated her fragile flesh, then her carotid artery. His hips began to rocket faster, the drawing of blood from her veins making her feel light headed and closer to coming once again as he fell into the euphoria of feeding and fucking.

Gabriel moaned aloud, his lips briefly pulling away from her punctured throat as he threw back his head, slamming into the tightness of her pussy again and again as her vitality reddened his lips and raced through his veins. Evelynn longed to hold him. To taste him. But she was helpless to do either as Gabriel's moans matched with hers.

"My God." He panted, his lips rouged with her blood, eyes glazed as he fell upon her again, the sting of his teeth only minor as the salve of his numbing saliva infiltrated the bite. Evelynn gasped, her hips arching up off the bed. The feeling was too intense. Frightening in its proportions as she froze beneath him, her muscles rhythmically squeezing his throbbing shaft as he buried himself balls deep in her juicy tightness, drawing on her throat and savoring the warm richness of her blood as it filled his mouth.

Evelynn fell back into her body like a pebble slamming to the ground. She felt weak and dizzy, the candlelight blurry and dim as she managed to pull one hand through Gabriel's hair, her lids fluttering then falling closed.

What had been a solid pulsing gush of coppery ambrosia flowing into Gabriel's mouth now slowed to a weak throbbing trickle as he became aware of her stillness. Licking blood first from the wound, then his lips, he realized she was unconscious.

"Shit..." He hissed, still teetering precariously on the edge of his own release, his hips pumping slowly as he marveled at the contractions her vaginal muscles still produced. He didn't want to start the exchange so quickly, but she had not been able to stand losing so much blood and it was the only way.

Still buried to the hilt deep inside her, Gabriel closed his eyes, forcing his wrist to his teeth as he clenched his jaw, tearing a ragged gash in the pale flesh. Sucking air through his teeth, he shuddered as a wash of anticipatory bliss built in his loins, balancing him on the razor edge of delirium and deliverance. Deep garnet rivulets of blood welled up from his masticated flesh, slipping about his wrist in a glistening binding, reinforcing within Gabriel's mind the inseparable bond of feeding and feeling. The sacred and inseparable union of sex and hunger stretching into eternity as he forced the self-inflicted wound to Evelynn's parted lips.

A gurgling cough was her only reply for a spare few seconds, and then her hands shot up lightning quick and clutched his arm to her mouth. Relieved at the immediate strength and ravenous hunger she exhibited so soon, Gabriel felt her mouth sucking his blood while her cunt was determined to pull all of the seed from him. Bright gray eyes flew open with a shocking new clarity and awareness as she greedily swallowed the blood from his arm, each pull making his spine tingle and cock twitch. The act of feeding was intense, but the feeling of giving was enough to leave him insatiable as he moaned in time with her sucking.

The gleam in Evelynn's eyes was the catalyst. Gabriel tensed, the world swimming out of focus as Evelynn drew especially hard on his wrist, his cock erupting to squirt his hot release against her womb as he collapsed, mouth closing around her unmarked breast even as she continued to suckle his wrist, though it was slower now with all the tenderness of an infant put to breast.

"My love..." Gabriel breathed, gingerly lapping up the scant droplets from her left breast. "My Evelynn. There's so much to show you and so much to tell." 

Sitting up, he drew a heavy black down quilt over them both as she gazed at him through her new sight, their combined blood racing through their veins as she curled into his embrace, his lips pressed against her throat. "But for now, we need to rest. And to rest with such a treasure in my arms... I will sleep well this day."

Finis