Chandler: Books 4 The Witch and the Vampire (2 page)

Chapter Two

Stepping from the clothing store,
Chandler
adjusted the cuff of his shirt and squared his broad shoulders. He had chosen jeans and a denim shirt off one of the racks in the store, then managed to locate the shoe department and found a pair of leather boots that fit. A black leather jacket completed his new outfit. Smoothing one hand across his hair, he touched the elastic band he had found to secure the mass at his nape. Turning his steps toward the nightclub where he had seen the woman dancing, he felt confident now that he wouldn’t stand out from the other patrons because of his foreign dress.

He heard the music and stepped through the door just in time to see the woman coming down the runway. Her hips swayed provocatively. She smiled teasingly at the men in the audience.
Chandler
made his way through the crowd, toward the stage. Men lined the narrow platform, calling out lewd things to the woman.

“Take your top off, Jada!”

“Show us your tits!”

“Drop your drawers, honey!”

“Show us your cunt!”

Chandler
dismissed the drunkards for they were clearly reeling on their feet. He pushed his way to the stage and waited for the show to begin.

The music started and the dancer began to swivel her hips. She grasped the metal pole and slid slowly down it until seated on the floor. She bent one knee teasingly and skimmed one hand along her bare thigh, squirming on the floor, her hips slowly rising upward and then lunging toward the audience.

The male audience cheered and surged forward, some men tried to crawl up on the stage. A burly man in a white shirt and black slacks was suddenly in their midst, dragging the drunkards away.

The woman raised herself up slowly, the pole at her back, her legs splayed. She began to twirl the tassels on her nipples. The crowd cheered. She smiled, raised one hand to her red lips and poked a forefinger inside her mouth, sliding it slowly past her lips, then slowly extracting it. The crowd cheered and clapped.

Chandler
stood and watched the woman. He sensed her arousal from the crowds’ reaction to her performance. And he sensed her disgust at the leering eyes devouring her body. Puzzlement filtered through his insides. And arousal began to grow.

He wafted his gaze along her body, taking into account her large breasts and the curve of her hips. Her legs were long and shapely. She wore tall red strap shoes that made her calves appear very sensuous.
Chandler
released a shiver of lust as he raised his gaze upward along her side. Her waist nipped in, curving seductively just above a flat belly. His gaze rose upward to her tits. They were magnificent. He slid his hands into his pockets, his fingers knotting with want to fondle her fleshy mounds.

The music ended suddenly with the woman turning abruptly and waving at her admires.
Chandler
stared at her as she disappeared through the slit in the black curtain. Desire for her flooded his body. He pushed his way along the stage to the end of the runway where she disappeared. Suddenly a bulky male body appeared in front of him.
Chandler
pulled up short, his eyes locking with the guard’s eyes.

“Where in hell do you think you’re going?”

Chandler
smelled the liquor on his breath. He stretched a wide smile across his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. “I thought I’d meet the lady.”

“Well think again.” The guard grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, then pushed him from behind, sending him lurching forward.

Chandler
chuckled and whirled around. His anger surged to the fore, but he cautioned himself about being too abrupt with the man. After all, his vampire powers were no match for a mortal. One blow leveled in anger could render the man dead.

“Get out of here.”

“You will obey my command.”
Chandler
waved one hand.

The burly man paused, blinked his eyes as though trying to clear his vision, then dropped his arms to his sides and stared at
Chandler
.

 
With the man under his power,
Chandler
stepped around the zombie-like body and entered a long hallway leading to the back of the building. He spied a series of closed doors and called up on his keen powers of perception to determine which one the woman was concealed behind.

Chandler
pressed a hand to one of the doors, releasing its lock. The hinge squeaked as he pushed it into the room. A faint yellow glow lit the interior. He glanced around, seeing no one then stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His sense of perception told him that the woman was in the area. He heard water running suddenly and spied a small door leading off the main room. He decided to wait, dashing the notion that he might join her as she perhaps bathed her body. He smoothed one hand along his chin, contemplating the notion.

His cock was hard. And his new jeans had grown tighter in the crotch area. Glancing down, he was decidedly proud of his large endowment. In his time, he had satisfied many wenches, made them yelp and claw his back when he brought them to climax. He sighed. The memories were fond. But alas, no more.

The sound of water running ceased all at once.
Chandler
wondered whether he should let the woman see him when she emerged from the other room, or whether he should take cover in the upper corner of the room and observe her for a spell. He considered how he might introduce himself should he decide to spy on her for a time.

“Who are you?”

Her voice quivered with fright.
Chandler
jerked his head round as she suddenly appeared before him, a white robe encasing her body, one fist clutching it at her throat. He bowed from the waist, sweeping one hand in front of him as though he were meeting royalty. “
Chandler
Sutherland
.”

“Well, get the hell out!”

He smiled at her. She bolted toward the door, but
Chandler
was there before her, blocking the way.

She pulled up short, glanced around the small room, then made a dash for the dressing table.

He caught her hands before she could pull open the center drawer on the cabinet.

She yanked her hands free and clutched the front of her robe as it fell open. She backed across the room from him, her eyes filled with fright. “What do you want?”

“You.”

The woman swallowed and stared at him. The fist at her throat gripped the robe with white-knuckled urgency. She darted her gaze toward the door, seeking escape.

 
Chandler
realized he was scaring her and that wasn’t his intention. He ran one hand over his hair and onto the pigtail at his nape. The present time was so different than his time. He was finding it both amusing and puzzling. Before Drucella cast him into a spell of darkness, he had only to look upon a wench with a bit of lust in his eyes and she was his for the taking. There was no scurrying about, trying to avoid his hands, or frightened eyes glaring at him. He held both hands out. “I mean you no harm.”

“You’re here to rape me—and you mean me no harm?” She sneered.

He waved one hand at her, silently commanding her will to be his.

She stared at him, the sneer leaving her face.

 
Pale blue eyes, almost gray with tiny flecks of umber boasted lashes that were long and thick, brown like her arched brows. Tempting lips were now void of the red stain he had seen on them earlier while she performed for the audience in the club. Skin like fine alabaster was rivaled only by the sculptures of the old masters. Pale blonde hair, almost white, was gathered in a tight knot on top of her head. Wispy tendrils that had escaped the clasp and gotten wet while she bathed curled slightly and framed her face. His gaze traveled down her robe-clad body. Her feet were bare, her toenails painted a vivid red. He stared at her ankles, desiring to caress them with his mouth.

“I find you very desirable.” His voice was a husky rumble. He stepped closer.

 
She pressed her back against the wall.

He smiled and reached one hand toward her, watching her reaction as he touched her hair. A silken tendril lay against her cheek. He lifted it, gazed at it as it lay across his open hand, then felt its texture as it slid through his fingers. He could smell her womanly fragrance, a female musk that teased his nose with a flowery perfume. He drew the scent into his lungs and lowered his fingers to the front of her robe.

She cringed and tried to draw away, pressing her back tightly against the wall.

“I adore beautiful women.” He hoped she found his words reassuring. She appeared under his command, yet he sensed rebellion, strong and gaining momentum as he continued to toy with her. He gazed at her eyes, seeking to read the expression contained within the pale depths.
The lady hides her feelings very well.

 
Chandler
took note of her ability, remembering the note of disgust he had sensed from her as she performed for the predominately-male audience. Her face had been a perfect mask, concealing her true feelings from the crowd as she twisted and gyrated her body. Puzzlement flooded his mind suddenly. He paused, his fingers on the front of her robe. “Why do you dance in front of men when you find them so despicable?”

Her eyes widened slightly, letting him know he had touched a nerve with his question. He brushed the front of her robe in prelude to forcing her to release the tight grip she held on the fabric clutched at her throat. His cock strained against the front of his jeans and his balls ached.

Chandler
lowered his gaze to the place where his fingers grasped her robe, momentarily losing sight of the reason he came into her dressing room. He wanted to take her and claim her for his own. She was the perfect female, beautiful body and gorgeous face.

Returning his thoughts to fucking, to ramming his hard cock between her long legs, he gripped the fabric of her robe and tugged the front open. His eyes widened as he laid sight on her large breasts tipped with rosy pink nipples. He sucked in a quick breath as his thoughts raced about touching them.

The woman moved suddenly, catching him unaware. She lunged at his chest with open palms, causing him to step back abruptly. She whirled around and headed for the door of the room.

He leapt toward the door, placing himself between her and the escape route.

She gritted her teeth and brought one knee up, jabbing his crotch.

Chandler
released a huff of air, surprised at the strength of her attack in his most private place.

The woman took advantage of his moment of surprise and grasped his left wrist, spinning his body around. She pushed him against the solid wood door. “You’re under arrest!”

Chapter Three

Chandler
allowed the woman to press against his back, briefly enjoying the feel of her shoulder and the hot length of her body as she pinned him against the door. He felt a bracelet go about his wrists, then realized his hands were immovable behind his back. “My sweet, you desire to play?” He chuckled and spun around, pulling his hands apart. The metal handcuffs broke and flew across the room.

Jada gulped in a quick breath and backed up, raising her hands to clutch her robe. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’ve already introduced myself.” He leaned one shoulder against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. “Who the hell are you?”

The woman licked her lips and lowered her gaze, running it over his body. “I’ve never seen anyone who could break metal handcuffs? How did you do that?”

Chandler
shrugged one broad shoulder and smiled at her. “You didn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

She swallowed nervously.

Chandler
sensed her sudden renewal of fright. “I didn’t come here to hurt you.”

She locked gazes with him.

He drew in a long breath and took a step toward her.

The woman whirled around and jerked the drawer of the dressing table open.

Chandler
caught her hand as she twined her fingers around the butt of a small revolver. He took it from her, smiled down at her and twisted the barrel off, then he pinned her body between the table and his chest. “Who are you? Why do you have a gun?”

“I…I’m a cop. I have the gun…for protection…from thugs like you.” She raised her chin defiantly and stared at him.

He smiled slowly. Her eyes had darkened with her show of bravery. They were murky blue, like the ocean at night. For a moment he felt mesmerized, then he reminded himself she had sought to shoot him. “Cop?”

Her brows furrowed. “Policewoman.”

 
Chandler
supposed she was some sort of law professional, much like the magistrate in his time, or a powerful lord who owned much land and had many servants. He nodded his head, trying not to appear ignorant.

“My name is
Jada
Harris
.” She swallowed nervously. “Now get out.”

Chandler
chuckled. “Not until I’ve fucked you.” He raised one hand to her robe and she suddenly kicked his shin, making him grimace.

 
She struggled against his chest, trying to get loose. “I’ll scream!”

“And then what?”

“Then…then
Mike
will break down the door and come to my defense.”

“
Mike
wouldn’t be that strapping guy standing guard at the hallway, would he?”

She cocked a brow at him. “What did you do to
Mike
?”

Chandler
shook his head.
She’ll think I’m lying if I tell her I put him under my command.
He thought for a moment.
But then she isn't believing anything I say anyway.
“I gave
Mike
the rest of the night off.”

“You’re lying. Who are you? Are you someone from out of town? Did the Captain send you down here to check on me? Are you some undercover nark?”

What?

“Well you can just go back to the Captain and tell him
Mike
and I have everything under control and we don’t need any out-of-town cop messing everything up.” She suddenly clamped her lips shut as though she had said too much. She stared at him, daring him to deny her accusation.

Should I tell her I have no idea what she’s talking about? Or play along? She might be nicer to me if she thinks I’m a cop like she is.
He grabbed her by the neck suddenly, his fingers curling around the back of her head and pulled her close, her face mere inches from his. He gazed down at her. Surprise lit her features, fear riveted her gaze on his face. Her lower lip trembled as though she was on the verge of crying.

 
Chandler
assessed her skin, the silken texture of her cheeks, the rosy glow of her lips. He raised his other hand and lightly caressed the angle of her jaw.
I could drink your blood and enjoy it so much.
Stifling the urge, he drew in a long breath. “You are beautiful.” His voice was a low rumbling whisper.

She raised one hand and grasped his then pulled her lower lip between her teeth and bit it. Her large breasts heaved and pressed against his chest.

Chandler
lowered his head and brushed his lips across her mouth, making her draw in a quick breath of surprise. He raised his head, gazed down at her for a moment, then lowered his head again, pressing his lips atop hers for a second kiss. She didn’t respond, aside from showing fear of him in her eyes. The hand she clasped atop his tightened as though she might be thinking about fighting him again.

“Stop kissing me.”

Chandler
smiled. “You are in no position to dictate to me.” He lowered his head and kissed her again.

 
She tried to twist her head to one side. “Rapists don’t usually kiss their victims before they assault them.”

“I’m not a rapist,” he whispered the words against her lips. Returning his lips to hers, he forced his tongue inside her mouth.

She struggled against his tight grasp, wrenching her body from side to side in an effort to get loose.

Her squirming only served to excite him, arousing his lust to a higher degree. He circled her waist with one arm and pulled her body against his length. His cock pressed against her belly as he slid his hand down to clasp her buttock.

The urge to take her grew in his mind. It would be so easy to strip away her robe and ravish her body.
Chandler
fought the desire. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself how he had watched her dance on stage and the intense desires her actions had kindled inside him. He had hoped to fuel her lust when he came to her, hoping she would be of a like mind about making love. His brows drew together. He was guilty of confusing his era with the one he had been transported to.
Things are different in this time.

Chandler
silently chided himself. He had been over that part of his new existence already and concluded he would have to learn the customs of the people and the vicinity.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, releasing the tight hold he had around her waist. At once she appeared suspicious and made a hasty grab for her robe. She clutched the wad of fabric gathered at her throat and stared at him as though awaiting his next move.

He sensed her puzzlement and smiled slowly, trying to lend reassurance to his erratic movements. “I hadn’t planned it this way.”

She pulled in a shaky breath. “You can leave now and I’ll never say a word.”

His brows drew together. Although he had taken command of her will, she appeared to still show resistance. He silently commanded her to obey him again, staring down into her face.

She held his gaze for only a moment, then turned her eyes away.

What did I see in her eyes? Did I arouse her lust?
He reached one fingertip to place beneath her chin. Gently, he tipped her head so that he could look down into her features. She lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks flushed as her breathing quickened.
Chandler
smiled slowly, satisfied with his ability to arouse the woman. “You are aroused. I sense it. I see it on your face. You are afraid to meet my gaze for fear I will discover your secret.” He chuckled softly.

She raised one hand and slapped at his fingers, wrenching her chin free of his grasp. “Get out before I scream my head off!”

“No one will hear.”

A surprised look encompassed her face.

The noise of the club was all too prevalent seeping through the walls of the small room.

The woman released a long sigh. “Look, maybe we can work out some sort of a deal.” She raised her eyes and stared at him. “If you leave now, perhaps we could meet somewhere…maybe grab a cup of coffee.”

Chandler
found her statement keenly amusing. He laughed out loud. “I don’t want anything to drink,
Jada
Harris
. I want to sink between your long legs and make passionate love to you.” He watched as a surprised expression lit her eyes. “I’m a very good lover.”

She swallowed nervously. Her gaze wafted along his body. “I bet you are.”

Chandler
cocked one brow at her comment. “I won’t disappoint you.” He raised his hand and trailed his forefinger down her cheek. “I promise you many orgasms.” She surprised him suddenly, stepping out of his grasp so quickly he wondered if he had become too mesmerized by her beauty. He whirled around and grabbed her by the shoulders, drawing her against his chest. “You are quite the vixen.”

She smiled, though the action didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ve never been called a vixen.” She frowned. “And I abhor your attempt at conversation. I have no intention of having sex with you willingly, or otherwise.” She raised her hands and propped them on her hips. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to charge you with assault and breaking and entering. You could spend a long time in jail. Is that what you want?”

Chandler
pulled her tighter against his chest. Her rebellion to his command intrigued him. “Your words only serve to arouse my lust to a fever pitch.” He smiled. “Should I tell you that you don’t frighten me? Or have you figured that out already?”

A slight smile pulled at her lips.

He felt her increasing arousal.

Her robe had parted slightly just above her breasts as he pulled her against his chest. His gaze traveled down the supple arch of her throat and onto the rise of her collarbone. He saw the rapid pulse in her neck. He could hear her heart beating rapidly against her ribs, the heightened rush of blood as it surged through her veins.

The urge to sink his fangs into her throat gripped him.
Perhaps I should turn her. She would be mine forever, without further argument.