Aaron straightened his tie, then pushed his way through the spectators to her side and slipped an arm around her waist. "Darling, you promised not to be gone so long."

He'd give her credit for maintaining her cool at his appearance beside her or the intimate manner in which he touched her. Nothing in the way of surprise registered on her face when she turned to him and smiled. "I'm sorry love, but I didn't expect to be detained by the arrival of new guests."

"Oh. Are they important enough that you neglect me for them?" Aaron stroked her back while he let his eyes roam over Scott and Jenny.

"No." Deb took Aaron's hand. "At one point I thought they were, but not now. They have no importance in my life anymore."

Head held high, she linked her arm through his and led him through the gaping crowd clustered around them. Aaron picked up the grumblings of disappointment from several on-lookers now that the show was over. The rich wanted to see blood as much as any street gang.

Deb released his arm and grabbed two glasses of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Aaron followed her up the stairs and down a long hallway. When they stopped in front of a pair of double doors, she motioned for him to open them. He did as directed and stepped aside to let her enter first.

She set the glasses on a table in the sitting area of the bedroom and pulled off the long blonde wig, then dropped it on the floor. Running her fingers through her own short platinum spikes, she turned to face him. "Thank you for doing that." Her voice was rich and husky. "Do I know you?"

"No, I don't believe so."

"I'm Deb." She slipped her arm through his. "And you are?"

"Aaron."

"Well, Aaron. I think we know each other now." She pressed her soft mouth briefly against his and pulled away, laughing as she picked up the glasses of champagne and handed one to him. "Here's to a long, interesting friendship. Or to a one night stand. Which one is yet to be determined."

He watched the movement of her throat as she swallowed the sparkling wine. "Which do you want?" His original intent was a one-nighter, but the idea of having her warm sexy body as not only a monthly food source, but also as a regular sex partner appealed to him. He'd heard of vampires who did that sort of thing and if they were careful not to over feed, the relationship lasted a long time.

"Not sure. Let's start with tonight and see where it goes from there." Deb wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her body against his.

Vampire or not, he was male and his body responded to her slow, sensuous gyrations grinding against his lower torso. Her breasts were full, firm and ripe, begging to be touched. He knew from the lazy smile spreading across her face, she felt his rock hard erection responding to her crotch-to-crotch rub.

The last time he made love with a human female was over a year ago, just before he was turned. Since then, his only sex consisted of a few passionate nights with the two female vampires that Daniel, his mentor, let live at his house. They were vicious in their sexual needs as well as their blood quest and he'd come away from those encounters with several nasty bites, which thankfully healed quickly. Exchanging blood didn't satisfy him like a night of making love with a woman used to. Maybe it was time to see how it felt again.

His mouth found hers and when the tip of her tongue teased his lips, he had no desire to deny her entrance. He let her explore the inside of his mouth for a few moments before deciding it only fair he got the same privilege. She made no resistance when he tasted her.

Instead, she worked them toward the king-sized bed, decorated to be the focal point of the room with its draping silk curtains and stacked with mounds of pillows. Still entwined, they fell onto the cream colored satin cover. Lust surged through him and Aaron rolled over, positioning Deb along side him to give his fingers access to work the zipper down the back of her dress. Without breaking his hold, he slipped the fabric over her body until her breasts were bare.

Aaron rained kisses across her shoulder and down her arm. He held a slender wrist in his hand and placed it against his mouth. The need to taste became uncontrollable and his fangs extended without conscious thought.

"Ouch. What the hell are you doing? Are you some kind of freak?" Deb jerked her wrist from his hand and licked the puncture.

"Sorry. Got carried away. I promise not bite your wrist again." The next time will be your neck.

"You better not be a freak boy or I'll boot your ass out of here." She grinned, slipped over to the edge of the bed and stood, where she shimmed the dress over her hips and kicked it out of the way. "Why don't you get out of your costume?"

Costume. How surprised would the little socialite be to learn the black tux wasn't exactly a costume, but his normal evening attire? Black had become his standard wardrobe, even for his daytime business dealings, but tonight he'd traded his standard black slacks, jacket and opened necked shirt for the cape and tuxedo.

Free of the clothing restraint, his hard-on stood at full attention.

"Ohhh." Deb pushed him down and dropped to her knees by the edge of the bed. She leaned forward and smacked her lips before she took the head of his pulsing cock in her mouth.