The Vampire Who Loved MeBook #2 in the Sons of Midnight mini-series from Harlequin Nocturne
By Theresa Meyers
ISBN: 0373618603
ISBN13: 978-0373618606
FROM SWORN ENEMIES…
Dr. Rebecca Chamberlin hated nothing more than the vampires who had turned her loved ones into creatures of the night…until she became one herself. Now her experimental vaccine has become more urgent than ever, and has made her the target of vampire security chief Achilles Stefanos.
TO FORBIDDEN LOVERS.
Built like a god with golden hair and an irresistible allure, Achilles made her feel passion the way no mortal man had before. Beck could no more deny her craving for him than she could the hated bloodlust in her veins. But when her vaccine fell into the wrong hands, Beck has a difficult choice to make—one that challenged everything she’d always believed…..
Dark and dangerous, the Sons of Midnight are a temptation that few can resist!
Spicy Excerpt from The Vampire Who Loved Me by Theresa Meyers:
Dark and dangerous, the Sons of Midnight are a temptation that few can resist!
Spicy Excerpt from The Vampire Who Loved Me by Theresa Meyers:
Later that afternoon they met in a large well-lit gym with old-fashioned wooden bleachers stacked high against one wall and a matted workout area spread over the highly polished wood floor. The only good thing was that unlike the high school gym of her memories, this one smelled of lemon wood polish rather than stinky socks and stale sweat.
For a moment Beck had a high school flashback, only back then there was no way she would have been alone with a guy this hot in the school gym—or anywhere else for that matter. She’d been the science geek. Unfortunately, this hot guy’s sole purpose was to make her hot and sweaty in a totally unromantic way.
“Now that you’ve transitioned and your powers have emerged, it’s time for me to train you,” Achilles said.
“Just a heads up, Achilles. I was lousy at sports, P.E. and everything else athletic. I don’t think I’m going to do any better at vampire boot camp.”
Achilles grinned as he pulled at the hem of his black T-shirt, yanking it off over his head in one fluid movement. Beck had only imagined what he’d looked like when she’d felt the rock hard strength beneath his clothes. But clearly her imagination wasn’t all that good. He looked even better. She sucked in a startled breath.
“I don’t have to take off my shirt, too, do I?” she asked, her voice nearly squeaking, her mouth dry as cotton.
His eyes glittered in a way that spoke of pure male interest. “It would be better if you didn’t. We have lessons to focus on.”
Beck nodded but she wasn’t paying all that much attention. She’d always been a sucker for a great set of shoulders and muscular arms. Achilles had both in ample amounts. “Fine. You were saying something about moving faster?”
* * *
Achilles rolled his shoulders to take the edge off. It did no good. Being in the training gym with her was a heady experience. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, exposing the elegant length of her neck and enticing curve where it smoothed into collarbone. The T-shirt
she’d borrowed from Kristin outlined her breasts, dainty waist and the womanly flare of her hips, while the shorts gave him far too good a view of her long silky legs.
Gods, she’d make a glorious vampiress.
His ichor moved in a quick rhythm through her veins.
Her eyes dilated as her glance bounced from his torso to his eyes. The scent of her vampire pheromones shifted, the deeper jasmine scent becoming more pronounced.
“To move faster, push yourself into the movement with focus.”
“Kind of like materializing objects?” She nibbled at the side of her bottom lip.
An image of kissing her rose crystal clear in his mind.
He squeezed his hand into a fist banishing the image and tried to focus on her training.
“Correct with the same focus.”
“So then are you technically materializing yourself to a different place?”
“Must you analyze everything, woman? Can’t you just try it?”
“Yes, I must, and no, I need to understand it to do it.”
He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.
Patience. He needed patience and perhaps an entire tub of ice cold water. “The mechanics are basically the same. You’re phasing, but it’s not the same as transporting.”
“Why?”
“Gods!” In a blink he was right up against her. “Perhaps we ought to try it another time. Clearly you aren’t ready.” The truth was he wasn’t prepared for the assault her very presence waged on his senses.
She gave him a wicked smile. “Really?” In a blink she was standing on the top of the empty bleachers. Her grin was wide, and her eyes bright as she punched the air in triumph with both fists, then shook her butt in a mini touchdown dance of her own. “That was a rush.”
He nodded in approval. “Sometimes there is no time to think, only time to act.”
He watched her move toward him, but it was only because he was a vampire that he glimpsed her quick actions at all. She stood before him now, her full lips bent into a small teasing smile that made him hard.
Gods, preventing an imprint with her would be as easy as asking him never to drink blood again. In other words, totally impossible.
“Hey, I’m not even breathing hard.”
He brushed back a stray piece of hair that escaped from her messy ponytail and curled down the side of her face. “That’s because you aren’t breathing,” he said drily, releasing her hair.
“What else?”
He wanted to tell her that she was filling the air with vampire pheromones that were knocking him senseless. To tell her that all he could think of was hitting the showers with her in tow and rubbing her down with soap so he could feel the silky slide of it against her bare wet skin. But he didn’t dare. Control. Absolute control.
Spartan control.
“You also aren’t aging.”
She slapped at his shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. I want to know what else I can do.”
“See the top of the bleachers?”
“Yes. I was just there.” She grinned with satisfaction and a bit of smugness.
“Let’s take a jumping lesson.”
He crouched, the muscles in his legs coiling. She glanced at him and followed his example.
She nodded locking her gaze on his, the hazel a kaleidoscope of changing greens and browns bright with excitement.
They straightened up and Beck let out a burst of excited laughter. “Okay, now, that, that was cool.”
“See? I told you being a vampire has its perks.”
She bounced up on the balls of her feet, enthusiasm vibrating in the air around her. “Can you imagine the implications of what this could do for people if you just knew what genomes were responsible? This could revolutionize medicine.”
Rebecca’s mind was as alluring as the rest of her. Her intelligence, her desire to know all the answers—no matter what the subject—fascinated Achilles. She was forever thinking, analyzing, prodding and probing. He’d only known one other woman this analytical, this focused. Rebecca was just like Ione in that way.
He shoved the insane comparison away. “Now let’s work on your hand-to-hand combat skills.” Gods. He was going to have to touch her for this. Touch her silky skin, brush against her soft breasts, position her sleek body…
Rebecca heaved a great sigh. “Seriously? When am I ever going to need to fight in hand-to-hand combat?”
He jumped down to the floor mats and she followed, but before she could straighten up from her crouch, he’d rolled her and pinned her to the smooth cold mats. Her hands were locked above her head and her hips were tucked beneath his thighs.
“You think another vampire isn’t going to fight you? There’re plenty more reivers where Vane came from. And they won’t stop because you’re a fledgling. Or give a damn that you’re part of the clan. They’re out to get what they want, no matter what.”
* * *
Beck was breathing hard, more out of the sexual hormones spiking in her system than because she actually needed the oxygen. She lifted her hips hard trying to dislodge him. No response. Nothing. Nada.
Well, that was if she didn’t count the rock hard erection she’d definitely felt. Even with her newly found vampire strength, she wasn’t a match for a centuries-seasoned warrior trained old school. But she had one thing he underestimated—pure twenty-first-century spunk. She watched his mouth as he spoke, wanting desperately to kiss him.
He looked down at her, his face reserved except for his eyes, which smoldered with longing. “You can’t leverage me off you. Use what you have.”
“You’ve got my hands pinned. What do want me to do?” she asked with sarcasm. If she did reach up and kiss him, that would certainly throw him off balance.
God knew it had the last time she’d done it.
“What would you do if I were Vane?”
“That blond red-eyed jerk?” All thoughts of kissing fled.
Achilles nodded.
Flick. Her razor sharp fangs descended and she whipped her head to the side to tear at his wrist with her mouth. He simply moved his hand and hers out of her range as if he’d anticipated the move.
“Good basic reaction, but you’re forgetting something. You’re a woman. You’ve got more muscle in your legs and hips than a man. Use it. Wrap your legs around me. Squeeze hard.”
She complied, bringing her thighs up and around him, pressing in against his hips, her calves and heels digging into his butt, pushing him right against her hot, wet heat. Let him bite on that.
“Good.” The edge of his voice wavered.
Sheer power radiated through her, making her skin tingle. Not as tough as you look, are you? Sure, it had started as merely a training exercise, but having her legs wrapped around his waist brought her far too close for him to remain the stoic warrior.
“If you squeeze hard enough you can pinch nerves in the spine.” Her hold on him softened, her thighs becoming more pliable rather than rigid against him.
“You forget yourself, fledgling.” His voice betrayed that his control was frayed at the edges.
She leaned down putting one hand on either side of his head, the sensitive tips of her breasts brushing against his bare chest, as she stared into his face. His eyes had darkened to emerald and his firm, sensual lips parted.
Just below his upper lip peeked the tips of his fangs. She leaned in closer.
“You know you want me,” she taunted. “I know I want you. We’re both adults. Both vampires. Besides…”
She reached forward, stroking his right fang lightly with the tip of her finger. Beck felt a half groan, half growl rumble deep from his belly beneath her thighs. The sound shimmered through her and torqued her own need up another notch. “Your fangs are already showing.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Then show me.”
For a moment Beck had a high school flashback, only back then there was no way she would have been alone with a guy this hot in the school gym—or anywhere else for that matter. She’d been the science geek. Unfortunately, this hot guy’s sole purpose was to make her hot and sweaty in a totally unromantic way.
“Now that you’ve transitioned and your powers have emerged, it’s time for me to train you,” Achilles said.
“Just a heads up, Achilles. I was lousy at sports, P.E. and everything else athletic. I don’t think I’m going to do any better at vampire boot camp.”
Achilles grinned as he pulled at the hem of his black T-shirt, yanking it off over his head in one fluid movement. Beck had only imagined what he’d looked like when she’d felt the rock hard strength beneath his clothes. But clearly her imagination wasn’t all that good. He looked even better. She sucked in a startled breath.
God, he was sexy as hell.
“I don’t have to take off my shirt, too, do I?” she asked, her voice nearly squeaking, her mouth dry as cotton.
His eyes glittered in a way that spoke of pure male interest. “It would be better if you didn’t. We have lessons to focus on.”
Beck hopped from foot to foot in a slow jog, shaking out her arms. “What’s up first, professor?”
He glanced at her feet and she slowed to a stop. “As a vampire you move faster than any mortal.”
“Do we have to keep saying mortal? Why can’t we call people human?”
“Because technically vampires are human, too. The only difference is the genetic twist that makes us immortal.”
Beck nodded but she wasn’t paying all that much attention. She’d always been a sucker for a great set of shoulders and muscular arms. Achilles had both in ample amounts. “Fine. You were saying something about moving faster?”
* * *
Achilles rolled his shoulders to take the edge off. It did no good. Being in the training gym with her was a heady experience. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, exposing the elegant length of her neck and enticing curve where it smoothed into collarbone. The T-shirt
she’d borrowed from Kristin outlined her breasts, dainty waist and the womanly flare of her hips, while the shorts gave him far too good a view of her long silky legs.
Gods, she’d make a glorious vampiress.
His ichor moved in a quick rhythm through her veins.
Her eyes dilated as her glance bounced from his torso to his eyes. The scent of her vampire pheromones shifted, the deeper jasmine scent becoming more pronounced.
Looking at him half-clothed turned her on. Another measure of his reserve crumbled. Focus, soldier. It doesn’t matter if she likes what she sees, get back to the lesson. She is still a threat to you. He swiped his tongue hard across his upper gum line to soothe the ache of pressing fangs.
“To move faster, push yourself into the movement with focus.”
“Kind of like materializing objects?” She nibbled at the side of her bottom lip.
An image of kissing her rose crystal clear in his mind.
He squeezed his hand into a fist banishing the image and tried to focus on her training.
“Correct with the same focus.”
“So then are you technically materializing yourself to a different place?”
“Must you analyze everything, woman? Can’t you just try it?”
“Yes, I must, and no, I need to understand it to do it.”
He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.
Patience. He needed patience and perhaps an entire tub of ice cold water. “The mechanics are basically the same. You’re phasing, but it’s not the same as transporting.”
“Why?”
“Gods!” In a blink he was right up against her. “Perhaps we ought to try it another time. Clearly you aren’t ready.” The truth was he wasn’t prepared for the assault her very presence waged on his senses.
She gave him a wicked smile. “Really?” In a blink she was standing on the top of the empty bleachers. Her grin was wide, and her eyes bright as she punched the air in triumph with both fists, then shook her butt in a mini touchdown dance of her own. “That was a rush.”
He nodded in approval. “Sometimes there is no time to think, only time to act.”
He watched her move toward him, but it was only because he was a vampire that he glimpsed her quick actions at all. She stood before him now, her full lips bent into a small teasing smile that made him hard.
Gods, preventing an imprint with her would be as easy as asking him never to drink blood again. In other words, totally impossible.
“Hey, I’m not even breathing hard.”
He brushed back a stray piece of hair that escaped from her messy ponytail and curled down the side of her face. “That’s because you aren’t breathing,” he said drily, releasing her hair.
“What else?”
He wanted to tell her that she was filling the air with vampire pheromones that were knocking him senseless. To tell her that all he could think of was hitting the showers with her in tow and rubbing her down with soap so he could feel the silky slide of it against her bare wet skin. But he didn’t dare. Control. Absolute control.
Spartan control.
“You also aren’t aging.”
She slapped at his shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. I want to know what else I can do.”
“See the top of the bleachers?”
“Yes. I was just there.” She grinned with satisfaction and a bit of smugness.
“Let’s take a jumping lesson.”
He grabbed her hand in his. An electric arc sparked between them. Achilles tried to ignore it, but it was getting harder and harder. “Same focus, only this time picture your destination and think up.”
He crouched, the muscles in his legs coiling. She glanced at him and followed his example.
“Ready?”
She nodded locking her gaze on his, the hazel a kaleidoscope of changing greens and browns bright with excitement.
“On three. One. Two. Three.” He launched upward, and she easily followed. They landed together with a solid thud.
They straightened up and Beck let out a burst of excited laughter. “Okay, now, that, that was cool.”
“See? I told you being a vampire has its perks.”
She bounced up on the balls of her feet, enthusiasm vibrating in the air around her. “Can you imagine the implications of what this could do for people if you just knew what genomes were responsible? This could revolutionize medicine.”
Rebecca’s mind was as alluring as the rest of her. Her intelligence, her desire to know all the answers—no matter what the subject—fascinated Achilles. She was forever thinking, analyzing, prodding and probing. He’d only known one other woman this analytical, this focused. Rebecca was just like Ione in that way.
He shoved the insane comparison away. “Now let’s work on your hand-to-hand combat skills.” Gods. He was going to have to touch her for this. Touch her silky skin, brush against her soft breasts, position her sleek body…
Rebecca heaved a great sigh. “Seriously? When am I ever going to need to fight in hand-to-hand combat?”
He jumped down to the floor mats and she followed, but before she could straighten up from her crouch, he’d rolled her and pinned her to the smooth cold mats. Her hands were locked above her head and her hips were tucked beneath his thighs.
“You think another vampire isn’t going to fight you? There’re plenty more reivers where Vane came from. And they won’t stop because you’re a fledgling. Or give a damn that you’re part of the clan. They’re out to get what they want, no matter what.”
* * *
Beck was breathing hard, more out of the sexual hormones spiking in her system than because she actually needed the oxygen. She lifted her hips hard trying to dislodge him. No response. Nothing. Nada.
Well, that was if she didn’t count the rock hard erection she’d definitely felt. Even with her newly found vampire strength, she wasn’t a match for a centuries-seasoned warrior trained old school. But she had one thing he underestimated—pure twenty-first-century spunk. She watched his mouth as he spoke, wanting desperately to kiss him.
But he’d made it plain he was only her mentor. The council had made it plain that an imprint
between them was unacceptable. Kissing him would only make her want more. Things he couldn’t give her.
between them was unacceptable. Kissing him would only make her want more. Things he couldn’t give her.
He looked down at her, his face reserved except for his eyes, which smoldered with longing. “You can’t leverage me off you. Use what you have.”
“You’ve got my hands pinned. What do want me to do?” she asked with sarcasm. If she did reach up and kiss him, that would certainly throw him off balance.
God knew it had the last time she’d done it.
“What would you do if I were Vane?”
“That blond red-eyed jerk?” All thoughts of kissing fled.
Achilles nodded.
Flick. Her razor sharp fangs descended and she whipped her head to the side to tear at his wrist with her mouth. He simply moved his hand and hers out of her range as if he’d anticipated the move.
“Good basic reaction, but you’re forgetting something. You’re a woman. You’ve got more muscle in your legs and hips than a man. Use it. Wrap your legs around me. Squeeze hard.”
She complied, bringing her thighs up and around him, pressing in against his hips, her calves and heels digging into his butt, pushing him right against her hot, wet heat. Let him bite on that.
“Good.” The edge of his voice wavered.
Sheer power radiated through her, making her skin tingle. Not as tough as you look, are you? Sure, it had started as merely a training exercise, but having her legs wrapped around his waist brought her far too close for him to remain the stoic warrior.
“If you squeeze hard enough you can pinch nerves in the spine.” Her hold on him softened, her thighs becoming more pliable rather than rigid against him.
Something shifted in the air around them. Beck saw the change in him, and an instant later, a buzz started in the back of her brain, an insatiable need, primitive and primal. He rolled them both, bringing her up to straddle him. Beck settled her weight on him letting the hard length of him press against her aching core.
“So do vampires usually give up that easily in hand-to-hand
combat?” She gave a slow roll of her hips. He growled low and deep. A feral sound that ratcheted up her own need.
combat?” She gave a slow roll of her hips. He growled low and deep. A feral sound that ratcheted up her own need.
“You forget yourself, fledgling.” His voice betrayed that his control was frayed at the edges.
She leaned down putting one hand on either side of his head, the sensitive tips of her breasts brushing against his bare chest, as she stared into his face. His eyes had darkened to emerald and his firm, sensual lips parted.
Just below his upper lip peeked the tips of his fangs. She leaned in closer.
“You know you want me,” she taunted. “I know I want you. We’re both adults. Both vampires. Besides…”
She reached forward, stroking his right fang lightly with the tip of her finger. Beck felt a half groan, half growl rumble deep from his belly beneath her thighs. The sound shimmered through her and torqued her own need up another notch. “Your fangs are already showing.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Then show me.”
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