Night's Master

“I know.” I couldn't help but admire his restraint, couldn't help but wonder how much longer it would last. For that matter, I was beginning to wonder who I was saving myself for. I wanted Rafe, no one but Rafe. Loved him as I had never loved anyone else. Did it really matter that he was a Vampire? As for getting married, for couples like us, it was against the law. What if we made our own vows? What if I promised to love him, and only him, for as long as I lived?



As long as I lived…I looked up to find Rafe watching me intently.



“Will you?” he asked, and I knew that he had been reading my mind again. This time I didn't care.



My heart seemed to skip a beat. “Yes.”



He turned onto his side, so that we were facing each other, and then he clasped my right hand in his. “I promise to love you and protect you for as long as you live. I will give myself to you and none other. I will cherish you in this life and the next.”



Blinking back my tears, I said, “I promise I will love you and only you for as long as I live. I will give myself to you, only you, and stand by your side, for now and forever.”



“Then I take you as my wife, to love and to cherish, from this night forward.”



“And I take you as my husband, to love and to cherish, from this night forward.”



Murmuring my name, he drew me into his arms and kissed me. Sighing with sweet surrender, I closed my eyes and gave myself into his keeping.



His lips moved over mine, gently, almost reverently. I basked in his touch, surprised when bare skin met bare skin.



“Better?” he asked.



“Much better.” I didn't ask how he had managed to free us from our clothing. It was a night made for magic, and it was all around us. Flames crackled in the hearth. The scent of roses filled the air, music played ever so softly in the background, or maybe it was all in my mind. I didn't know and I didn't care. All I knew was that I was in Rafe's arms, his body pressed close to mine. His hands caressed me, his lips adored me, his touch lit a fire deep inside of me that only he could quench.



Curious and eager, I explored the taut lines of Rafe's body, marveling at the hardness of his biceps, his six-pack abs, the width of his shoulders, the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips and my tongue, the sheer masculine beauty of his face and form.



When I was desperate for him to take me, when I thought I would surely go up in flames if he didn't possess me, he rose over me, his dark eyes burning with desire as his sweat-slick body merged with mine, and I knew I had been waiting for this moment since the night we met.



Heat exploded deep within me. I clung to his shoulders, my hips rising to welcome him. I felt his tongue lave the skin alongside my neck, waited impatiently for the prick of his fangs. I cried his name as wave after delicious wave of pleasure washed over me.



And then I was floating, drifting lazily on a tranquil sea of afterglow. Whispering Rafe's name, I opened my eyes, startled to realize that we really were floating, about a foot off the mattress.



His lips nuzzled my ear. “It's all right, don't be afraid.”



My hands tightened on his shoulders. I wasn't afraid of falling. After all, there was a mattress right below me. I wasn't afraid of Rafe, either, not really, but sometimes the reality of his Supernatural powers was a little overwhelming.



“You know, you really are the most amazing man,” I murmured, smiling.



“Honey, you don't know the half of it,” he said, and then he kissed me again, and nothing else mattered. I loved him, adored him, wanted only him, in bed, over the bed, under the bed, it didn't matter, as long as we were together.



Slowly, we drifted back down to the mattress. We lay there, locked in each other's arms, while our breathing returned to normal and the sweat cooled on our skin.



Rafe ran his fingertips over my brow and down my cheek. “Regrets?”



“Of course not. Why would you even ask?”



“I was afraid I might disappoint you.”



“You, afraid? I don't believe it! You're the most confident man I've ever known. I've never seen you the least bit unsettled.”



He grunted softly. “I was plenty unsettled in that cage.”



“We all were. What's going to happen now? Do you think Edna and Pearl will come looking for us again? I can't believe they're hunters.”



“It's a stretch, isn't it? As for whether they'll come after us again, I'll take care of that.”



“You're not going to kill them?” Even after what they had tried to do, I couldn't stand the thought of Rafe hurting them.



“If I have to.”



“Rafe, no…”



“I'm going to try something else first, but if it doesn't work…” He let the sentence hang, unfinished.



I knew what he was saying, and what he wasn't saying. Edna and Pearl posed too big a threat to the Supernatural community. They had to be stopped, one way or another.



Rafe's lips brushed my cheek. “This isn't the kind of conversation I expected to be having on my wedding night.”



“No?” Excitement fluttered in the pit of my stomach when his hand cupped my breast.



“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”



“Am I?”



“More beautiful than any woman I've ever known.”



I didn't believe that, but it was nice to hear.



His hand moved in my hair, sending shivers of delight down my spine. “Kathy, do you know how much I love you?” His voice, low and husky, moved over me like rough velvet.



“As much as I love you?”



“More.” His clever hands moved over my willing flesh, teasing my desire back to life.



“That's impossible,” I said, grinning as I felt the evidence of his own desire stirring against my belly.



“Shall I show you?” His voice was lower now, almost a growl. Hunger glowed faintly in his eyes.



Even as I murmured, “Yes, please,” I couldn't help wondering how much blood I could afford to lose in one night.



“You needn't be afraid,” he said, “I took only a small taste.”



“You're reading my mind again,” I said with mock severity.



A slow smile lit his eyes. “How do you think I knew how to please you so well?”



“In that case, I give you leave to read my mind for the rest of the night,” I said.



And he did.



I woke feeling deliciously warm and achy in places where no man but Rafe had ever touched me. Smiling, I thought of the night past. We had made love all through the night, each time more thrilling, more satisfying, than the last.



Opening my eyes, I glanced at my watch, surprised to see that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. And then I blushed, thinking that maybe it wasn't so surprising at all. After all, we had made love until the early hours of the morning. Unlike human males, Rafe never tired, never needed to rest.



Taking a deep breath, I turned on my side to look at the man sleeping beside me. I wasn't sure what to expect. I had always heard that Vampires slept like the dead, but he didn't look dead. Far from it. Was he trapped in the daylight sleep? He had told me he could move around during the day, but maybe once he fell asleep, he couldn't wake until the sun went down. If I touched him, would he feel it? If I spoke his name, would he hear me?



My heart skipped a beat. The old adage said to let sleeping dogs lie. I wondered if the same was true for sleeping Vampires.



“I'm not asleep.”



I punched him in the arm. “Stop that.” His fingertips skated down my bare arm, sending a familiar shiver down my spine.



He regarded me through heavy-lidded eyes. “You said it was all right last night.”



“That was last night. This is today.”



“And what are your plans for today, Mrs. Cordova?”



Mrs. Cordova. The words filled me with warmth and a sense of belonging I'd never known before. How could I have forgotten that we had exchanged vows last night? Vows that were, in my mind, just as binding as if they had been spoken in front of a minister in church? As far as I was concerned, I was now Mrs. Raphael Cordova. And then I frowned. What would Rafe's parents think? I'd never even met them. Would we stay in Oak Hollow? Would Rafe expect me to sell the bookstore?



“The shop!” I exclaimed, sitting up. “I should have opened hours ago.” I wondered again if anyone had missed me, or even noticed that my store had been closed for a few days.



Rafe tugged me back down beside him, his arm slipping comfortably around my shoulders. “There's no need for you to work any longer.”



“No?”



“No. I make more than enough to support you.”



“Well, that's nice to know, but if I don't work, what will I do during the day?”



“Whatever you wish.” His hand slid up and down my spine, and then he brushed a kiss across my cheek. “I need to rest a while.”



“Okay. I think I'll go home and change my clothes and then go over to the store for a few hours.”



“No. It's not safe for you to leave here.”



He was right, of course. Why hadn't I thought of that? No doubt Travis, Edna, Pearl, and their henchmen were frantically searching Oak Hollow from one end to the other looking for their escaped guinea pigs. It wouldn't do for word of their nefarious activities to become public knowledge. I was pretty sure the townspeople would be up in arms if they discovered Edna and Pearl's plan to dump their formula into the water supply. It would be even more dangerous for Jackson and the women if the Supernatural community got wind of their scheme.



As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I knew that Edna and Pearl's days were numbered, one way or the other.



“I'll take you home tonight so you can get whatever you need and bring it here,” Rafe said. His voice sounded different, heavy somehow.



Last night, we hadn't talked about where we would live. I doubted Rafe would be happy at my place. It was too open to the sun, too easily breached. On the other hand, I didn't think I could be happy here, in his place, either. It was too dark, and while I understood the reason for it, I knew that, in time, it would leave me feeling depressed and claustrophobic.