Authors: Lisa Kessler
Night Angel (14 page)
His words faded as she concentrated on the others in his house. The farm was awakening just before sunrise.
Bartley’s always late for breakfast.
Claire. And then a male voice she recognized.
Come and get it, sheep. Hustle before Claire’s chewing my ass about breakfast being cold.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as laughter escaped her throat, a noise she didn’t censure.
I hear them. Bartley and Claire. I can’t see their lips, but I hear their thoughts.
Colin smiled down at her.
Enjoy it now. Soon it will be so loud I will need to teach you to shield your mind.
After all the years of silence, I love the noise.
She pulled him down to her lips, kissing him tenderly.
I love you.
I didn’t know what love meant until I met you.
He stared into her eyes, his finger sliding along her jawline.
I have existed for thousands of years, but you have finally taught me how to live. You gave me my wings when I thought I’d never fly again.
You gave me my voice.
She ran her fingers down his scarred left arm. He didn’t flinch. She smiled, her eyelids growing heavy.
All of a sudden, I’m exhausted.
Colin nodded.
The sun is rising. When it sets, you have much to learn.
I’m a quick study.
He grinned.
I have no doubt.
Juliana’s heart awoke as the sun set. She pulled in a breath that morphed into a moan as she found herself settling into a hot bath. She opened her eyes. Colin straightened, standing over her.
What a way to wake up.
She wriggled her fingers in the water, enjoying her new Night Walker senses. Colin walked to the door, and she frowned.
You’re not coming in with me?
Not yet.
He glanced back at her.
I have some cleaning up to do first.
Cleaning up?
You’re a Night Walker now.
There was an Irish lilt to his voice. Playful.
While ya rested yer body transformed. It’s a pisser of a process, but the end result is more than worth it.
With an accent like that no one would take ya for a foreigner.
His grin widened.
I have lived here longer than any Irishmen on the island. I think I earned a little brogue, aye?
“Aye.” She had no idea what the tone of her voice was, but the sparkle in his eyes made it worth the effort.
Bollocks. I cannae get enough of you, angel.
He came back over for one more kiss.
She watched him walk away, uninhibited in his nakedness. His chiseled, well-muscled nakedness. She pinched herself just to make sure she was really awake. Dipping under the water, she wet her hair and surfaced to find him standing in the doorway.
I thought you had to clean up.
Already did.
Her eyes widened.
How?
Besides having clear vision in the dark and hearin’ thoughts, we can move faster than mortals can see.
He raised a brow slightly.
Especially when I’ve got incentive.
Incentive?
She gnawed at her lower lip, enjoying the way he watched her mouth.
I have plans for you…
He scooped her out of the tub so fast she gasped. He turned on the shower.
But the tub is too small for my plans.
Oh really?
She grinned as she kissed him slowly.
His tongue parted her lips, drawing a moan from her throat as she returned his caress. He carried her into the shower, lowering her feet to the ground, the hot water sluicing down her body. He stood behind her and shampooed her hair. His fingers massaged her scalp until she worried her knees might give out. His soapy hands reached around her, teasing her nipples into taut points before sliding down her abdomen.
She rested against his chest, enjoying his attention. He bent and brushed his lips against her shoulder. He turned her to face him while he rinsed out her hair.
When she opened her eyes, his smile softened as he ran a soapy finger over her pendant.
I am so grateful to whatever or whoever wove our destinies together, that you were playing piano as I walked by the pub.
I had a dream the night before. I saw your face, and I wondered how our lives were connected. I’m sorry that I doubted you when Benedict told me he saw you with Muriel.
He shrugged.
I should have told you everything, but I was too selfish, too afraid I would lose you. In the end, I almost did.
She ran her wet hand up his chest to rest over his heart.
In my dreams I can still hear. The banshee called and I saw your face and Benedict’s. Our lives were entwined and death was coming, but I didn’t warn you. I didn’t realize Muriel would get pulled into the web.
None of this is your fault.
She nodded with a little shrug.
Maybe all of it was destiny. I was given a glimpse but no chance to change it.
He bent his knees, sliding his hands down the backs of her thighs, lifting her so they were eye to eye. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her forehead to his. His voice warmed her from the inside out.
From this night on…no more secrets.
She nodded.
No more secrets.
His lips fused to hers. She tangled her fingers in the back of his wet hair, moaning as the tip of his erection brushed her opening. She rocked her hips forward, and their bodies joined. Every thrust of his hips, every inch of him inside of her, sent her passion soaring.
Colin was her destiny. This moment, this love. His blood had silenced the banshee.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her shoulder. Her head lulled to the side, opening for him. Teasing her flesh with his tongue, he whispered into her mind.
You need to drink.
His voice, his command, his offer, all blended into a compulsion she couldn’t resist. Tilting her head down, she licked the water from his shoulder. The scent of his skin enticed her, and the sound of his pulse throbbing tempted her thirst to the surface. Her tongue slid along her teeth, shocked to discover fangs lengthening. Her new instincts already at work.
Drink from me, angel. All that I am is yours.
She bit. His blood awakened every cell in her body, her muscles clenching around him as his hips worked into her faster. She drank him in, welcoming his mind to join with hers through their blood connection. Her memories were his, and suddenly a sting became erotic pleasure as he fed on her, as well. She’d never felt so close to anyone, so intimate. They were one in every possible way.
She cried his name aloud as her orgasm swept through her. He held her tight, surrendering, and pulsed deep inside of her, making her tremble in his arms. His lips brushed her shoulder as he healed the bite. She continued to drink until her thirst was sated. Finally, she rested her head on his shoulder.
That was…intense.
He kissed her ear.
Amazing.
She lifted her head. He had the sexiest grin on his face.
S
he smiled up at him as he lowered her to the ground.
Thank you for saving me.
Only fair…
He raised her chin, kissing her tenderly.
Because you most definitely saved me.
Colin glided through the night sky, keeping watch over the red fox running below. In the weeks since Juliana had become a Night Walker, his life had turned upside down. He no longer repressed his hawk. Juliana had helped him to see there was more to him than his loss. He couldn’t fly high into the sky or hunt like he once had, but he could still glide, enjoy the freedom of weightlessness, the wind in his face.
And she’d taken to her spirit animal, finding joy in running through the woods as a red fox. She still didn’t hunt, feeding only from his veins, but he was happy to provide for her. Truth be told, he didn’t like the thought of her beautiful lips on the necks of criminals.
He landed gently on the ground beside the fox, the air igniting with energy as they shifted back to their human forms. Juliana smiled, eyes still wide from her adventure in the forest.
How is it that I had four legs and a tail, and now I stand on two legs fully clothed like nothing happened?
Night Walker magic.
Colin winked, laughing when she elbowed him.
Okay, okay. When we allow our animal spirit to take over, we step back, but we are still just as we were.
Suspended animation?
He’d always taken his shifts for granted. He pondered it a moment longer and tipped his head with a nod.
Something like that? I allow the hawk to come forward more than I actually change myself. Make sense?
I think I get it.
Juliana crossed her arms, hip jutting out a bit with a spark in her dark eyes.
Night Walker magic.
He laughed wrapping her in his arms.
You, my angel, are the greatest magic I have ever known.
This novella was a labor of love for all the Night Series fans out there who thought Colin deserved a Happily Ever After! Thanks to my Night Angel Legion for all the support and enthusiasm for this story. You rock! Also a big thanks to my beta readers, Panda Wilson, Denise Fluhr, and Heather Cox. I also want to thank my fabulous editor who always makes my stories shine, Danielle Poiesz, and my agent Laurie McLean who supports and encourages me to try new things even when they’re not on the traditional path. And to my husband, Ken, who is my best friend and tolerates listening to me freak out about new story ideas. He’s also a master at talking me off the cliff when I get so busy my head spins. I love you!
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