Mikhail's Hunt
Book 1 of the The Dioni Chronicles
going into a full print anthology, 2009
Just a little taste...
She spun around to see the man from the club coming toward her carrying two glasses of red wine. The black short sleeve shirt he wore fit him like second skin as did the black jeans and they also left little to the imagination. She found it hard to turn her attention away from the blatant bulge in his jeans that looked more like a snake in his pocket. Hard as it was she did so and found herself locked into the hypnotic pull of his eyes. In his eyes she saw many things… strength, power, passion, lust. She could get lost in those eyes that seem to glow against his dark skin. He stopped in front of her and she accepted the glass taking a sip to wet her mouth that suddenly went dry.
“Why? Why have you brought me here?”
“Because you entice me. The scenery here is beautiful and I’d like to make love you here.”
She choked on her next sip. “What? Really? And just like that you think I’m going let you?” She chuckled. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“I don’t know what kind of girl you are. I’m trying to find out. But I do know you could be whatever kind of girl you want to in a dream?”
“A dream? So, I’m dreaming, huh?” she chuckled disbelievingly.
“You don’t sound convinced. Shall I step off this balcony and prove it to you?”
She looked over the balcony and raised her eyebrow. “We’re three flights up.”
“I know that. In a dream I wouldn’t be hurt, right?”
She looked over the side again and smiled. “Whatever, you’re not jumping off...”
Before she could say anything else he put his glass down on the floor, stepped onto the ledge and then stepped off. Christina screamed and reached for him dropping her glass. He hovered in the air for just a few seconds and slowly drifted to the sand unharmed. She leaned over the side staring down at him trying find her voice, but before she could he jumped back over the side of the railing as easily as child would hop a hydrant. He picked up his glass and took a sip.
“See, a dream.” He looked down at her glass. “I’ll get you another one.”
Her gaze followed him out the room as she held her chest trying to calm herself.
“Ok. I’m dreaming.” She began pacing and mumbling to herself. “Ok, this is all a dream. I'm dreaming.” She stopped. “No, wait, this can't be a dream. He’s not a dream, he’s real. I’ve seen him before. I know him.”
“Yes, you have seen me, but you do not know me.”
She spun around and watched him walk to her again and took the glass that he offered her. “Oh yes I do know you. You’re that man that was stalking me after work,” she said with a teasing grin. “Aren’t you?”
He chuckled and leaned next to her on the balcony wall. “Yes.”
“So, why am I dreaming about you?”
“Maybe you’re intrigued by me and you really want to get to know me, but you're afraid.”
She chuckled. “Really? Is that what you think?”
“I’m not here to think. I’m here to give whatever you need and anything you want to make you happy.”
“You want to make me happy? Why?”
“Because I want you for my wife.”
“Your wife, huh? Well, to my husband you would have to be strong. Are you strong?”
He smiled. “You have no idea how strong.”
She nodded. “Ok. My husband also has to be brave. You know, not afraid to stand up for me or for what’s right. Can you do that?”
“I am a warrior and an honorable being. It is how we operate.”
She liked this game and couldn't keep the smile from her face. She put her empty glass on the stand by the large round bed and slid across it. “What’s your name?”
“Mikhail.”
She smiled. “Well, Mikhail, since this is my dream I can do what I want and say what I want and you can’t hurt me, right?”
“I would never hurt you. Do what you will, say what you want. Have no fear of me.”
She giggled. “Well, Mikhail, my husband would have to be able to please me in bed, too. He’d have to be a good lover in order to keep me happy.” She turned over on her back. “Could you do that?”
“With pleasure.” He put his glass next to hers and moved to join her in bed, but she stopped him.
“Take your clothes off. I want to see you first…and don’t rush. I want to see all of you,” she said boldly.
He backed up and unbuckled his belt then slowly undid his zipper without saying another word. Next he pulled his shirt over his head in smooth movement.
Her gaze fell over his upper body. She tried not to lick her lips as she surveyed him. He was hairless and without mark. He threw the shirt on the foot of the bed. His pants dropped smoothly to the floor where he stepped out of them, with just minor tugging on his part. The snake that she spied earlier was now more like a python in comparison. He stood naked before her in the moonlit room and as her mouth went dry again and she had no choice but to lick her lips openly as she continued her survey of his body. His hair was cut very low and he was clean shaven. His jaw line was square and strong, his symmetry was perfection with the graceful lines of a dancer himself, every muscle full and in perfect form. He was tall and lean, but not at all skinny. His skin was as smooth and dark as milk chocolate. Looking at him in his entirety she found her mouth was no longer dry, but she was almost salivating.
He smiled. “Do I meet your approval? May I come to you now?”
“Oh, yes, please come,” she breathed out and opened her arms reaching out to him.
He moved forward to go to her and stopped short running into invisible resistence.
“What’s wrong?”
He reached out to her, but as he did so she started to vanish. Mikhail looked around. The night had gotten away from him. It was too close to dawn to continue this night. He needed more practice, he hadn't used his gift since training. He was tired and needed to feed. He sighed. They were back in her room. He took one last look at his sleeping beauty and left.
He traveled again with the speed of his kind to return up to Bal Harbour where he and Jonathan lived. They owned the building and were its only tenants. They took the entire third floo where he entered through the balcony.
“You’re running behind, Mikhail,” his brother scolded. “We still need time to get them back and return home before the sun rises.”
“Forgive me, Jonathan. I got carried away.”
“I have already given them the blood wine; they await us in the living room.”
Jonathan led the way with Mikhail in his wake. The two women that Jonathan had for them were on opposite ends of a long couch already naked and already feeling the effects of the blood wine. Mikhail and Jonathan striped and mounted each one. Mikhail regretted rushing this process, but time was of the essence, dawn was approaching. He needed to feed and return the woman in a short period of time. Usually he preferred to seduce the woman before he fed from her. The blood always tasted better when it was full of lust and pheromones. Although she won’t know the difference with the blood wine in her he would know. He would be able to taste the difference. He entered her and made the best of it stroking her deeply bringing her to a quick orgasm and just as she peaked he sunk his teeth deep into her neck and drank enough of her to sustain him for another day then he let his own release escape…all the while pretending it was Christina beneath him.