Her Demon Lover

     The Starlight Lounge had its share of erratic customers for the night.  The bouncer and the mixmaster were in the dance hall clearing out the place, while Gabriel Charbeneau was locked in his office taking care of private matters.
     "I love you.  I have always loved you.  To be your donor would give me the greatest pleasure."
     Gabriel smiled, turned over slowly.  "Are you sure about this?"  He pulled her into his arms and held her close, thought back on the night before, on how his fangs merely grazed her throat.
     She smiled back, emerald-green eyes filled with mischief.  "One hundred percent sure.  Bonded in blood, we will be together forever."  She straddled him on the carpet, the silk black stockings brushed agaainst his bare skin.
     Gabriel lifted her with ease and carried her to the chaise lounge.  Her hands touched his face, memorizing each nuance, the dimples at the sides of his full lips.  "You are exquisite."  His voice was deep, powerful.  She pulled her black studded dress up over her head.  Her thighs spread slowly, invitingly, garnering a sharp intake of breath from him
     He perused her willowy form, moved in closer to the delicate expanse of flesh.  His fingers pinched her nub before he leaned in for a kiss. 
     Her eyes closed as his cool lips bore down on her sensitive flesh, his fingers held her thighs, his lips pressed against the tender skin just below the silk hosiery.
     She moaned as gentle pressure and kisses stopped short of their intention.  Gabriel nipped the inside of her thighs, ripped the silk stockings from her hips.  His blue-green eyes feasted on the birthmark on her golden-brown skin.
     "I can't say it enough.  You are beautiful."
     "Don't torture me, Gabriel.  I want to be your mate."
     The self-satisfied expression on his face was a blessing to behold.  He sank his fangs into her thigh, pierced the tender skin.  Two fingers thrust into her tight, wet sheath at the same time to appease her as he drank her life fluid.
     She cried out in orgasm, the intense stir of his fangs made her convulse in unfurling waves of pleasure.

     The bouncer slammed his fist down on the bar counter.  "Since when are human females attracted to demons?"
     The bartender frowned.  "She bears the mark.  That's all I can tell you."
     "There's something you aren't telling me, Phillip.  What is he going to do?  Sprout wings and beat me with them?"
     "Leave it alone, Hank."
     "Yeah, right."

     Gabriel drank gently but deeply from his life mate, branding her exclusively his with his dark embrace.  His fingers filled her as he accepted this precious gift.
     Jessica cried out once more as a second wave of pleasure expanded.
     Gabriel licked the tiny bite marks closed after he took just enough blood to quench his thirst. 

     Hank crushed the glass beer mug in his hand, the bartender watched with fascinated horror as Hank made his way to the back of the counter.  "You have a death wish, man.  Jessica is Gabriel's woman."
     Hank ignored the warning, barged into Gabriel's private domain.
     "Ah hell."

     Gabriel sprang up, shielded Jessica's naked body with his.  "You have overstepped your bounds, Hank.  What excuse do you have for intruding?"
     Hank's eyes narrowed with contempt.  "What right do you have to take what is ours?"
     "She bears the mark.  That gives me the right."  Gabriel swooped across the room, fangs bared and stained with blood.  "You have no claim to her."
     The sound of rustling drew Hank's attention, the beautiful sorceress struggling to get back into her dress.  His fists bunched at his sides.  "The hell I don't."
     Gabriel released butterflies from his mouth, dozens of  breath-sucking vampires echoed through the chamber, vibrated against the wood beams.  They swooped around Hank in a swift arch.  His breath drifted in a nebulous veil in front of him, choked off and dying.