Meeting the Night, Ash Knight [the alpha prince and his bride full story free .TXT] 📗

"Ok, ok. I'm coming." He said, and removed his shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans. Just to show he was a good sport he used the rope to swing into the water less than a foot from her.
She shrieked as the warm water rained down over her. Looking around she realized he was nowhere to be seen. She was considering getting out and looking in the tree's when something grabbed her foot. Pure fear enveloped her as she was pulled under.
When she resurfaced, she was in the circle of Vince's arms and he was laughing like a complete loon.
"That was so not funny hot shot." She said, trying to pull away. He was relentless, and only crushed her closer to him.
"It was hilarious, and you know it, mo chroi." He said, watching her for a moment to make sure he was forgiven regardless, apparently he was.
"What’s that mean? Mo chroi? Is it Irish or something?"
“Yep, it’s Irish for ‘my heart’.”
“Oh.” She said, clearly surprised.
“My dad was Irish and my mum was from London.”
“Well, that’s cool. But, what’s with calling me that? We sorta just met.”
“I guess I sorta just don’t care,” He pulled her closer still and leaned down to press his brow to hers, “I like you, and, in my experience, it’s always better to let someone know when you have feelings for them.”
“Oh, well, I guess that makes sense. In a twisted, confusing way.” She whispered, trying to concentrate as he pulled her arms around his neck and leaned closer. When there lips met, she was holding her breath.
She tasted, in Vince’s opinion, wonderful. Her lips tasted like honey and hot sauce, soft, and sweet, but still spicy and ready to curse a man without a second thought. He loved the taste of her; she was an exotic fruit mixed with spicy herbs. He loved it, and wanted more.
A quite moan escaped her lips as they clung even closer to each other. He tasted like arrogance, arrogance and sin. She loved it.
Vince’s hands skimmed lightly down her back, to rest on her butt. He pulled her tighter to him and moaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“We gotta stop now,” He whispered when his lips were free. “If we go much further, not only will your brother murder me, but he’ll have my parents doing the same. And my dad is very old fashioned.”
“Sure, sure.” She mumbled, pulling his mouth back to hers.
“Well, maybe just another minute or two….” He trailed off into a deep throated moan as her hands slid silkily down his back.
Still kissing him, she brought her arms up to circle around his the back of his neck. In turn, he slid his hands up from her but to hold her hips. Pulling back he stared at her, amazed that she had allowed him to do such an arrogant and recklace thing. But, he reminded himself, that doesn't mean she won't regret it tomorrow.
"Your not half bad at that, Slick." She said, looking at him with undisguised, and utterly sinful, thoughts in her eyes.
"Thanks. You weren't half bad your self." He said, trying not to concentrate on how easy it would be to pull the two little strings of her bikini top, leaving her exposed to him fully.
She smiled, as if guessing what he was thinking. Before either of them could do anything, they heard the sound of dogs. Heard the shout of a couple of men. And, before they saw any of it, they were out of the water, grabbing their clothes and running.
Back in the car, they got dressed again.
"Oh no." Bree said, when Vince looked up from tying his boots she looked noticeably paler.
"Whats wrong?" He asked.
"My purse. I left it at the pond."
"Oh, well...can't you just get another one?"
"No! It's not the purse. Its it's contents. I put my necklace, money, ID, and my Tegretol, in it."
"Whats Tegretol? Some kind of drug?"
"No, its my medicine. When I lose my Tegretol I get interesting."
"You have seizures?" He asked in suprise.
"No. Cognitive dysfunction, affective scrambling, inability to regulate emotional outbursts. I'm prone to a mood disorder, get too unhappy, everything gets scrambled, no telling what I'll do." She said in a strained voice.
"Oh, my dads on that stuff. What dosage do you take?"
"Depends," She said, frowning. "Three hundred migs on a good day, more if I'm feeling...out of it. The same old prodrome; everything turning kinda glassy, circular, convex, pistons pumping, heart jumping. Soon I'm going to be all scrambled. It's like a stress, or excitment, reaction for me, I guess."
"Oh, ok. I'll go back and get it. Wait here." Before she could answer he was gone, the car door closing soundlessly behind him. Seconds later he was back, and he had her purse.
"Swipped it right from under this ugly Lab's nose." He said, laughing quietly.
"Thanks!" She sad, throwing her arms around him and giving him a big kiss.
"No problem. You ready to go home? Or are you in need of more excitement?" He teased, starting the car.
"I think," She said, smiling slightly. "that I'm ready to go home now."
"Ok, lets ditch this place."


Chapter 6


"How was the date?"
Jumping guiltily as Jack spoke from a chair in the corner of the room she scowled darkly toward him and threw her purse on her bed. "Fine until you showed up. Go to bed, Brother."
"Not until we set some new rules. FIrstly; curfew is eleven every night, not three in the morning, except weekends which are midnight. Secondly; if you break curfew, I take away your phone and you will be grounded, and curfew will become nine. Thirdly; when we call you, dont put us on hold for a game of guess the tv show with the remingtons!
Glaring at him she waited till he was done and held her bedroom door open. After he left she growled curses under her breath and sighed, then fell onto her bed, falling asleep in moments.

An hour later Vince stood by her bed and frowned down at her thoughtfully.
He really liked Bree, but what if she found out what he was? What if she ran in the other direction as fast as she could? He couldn't help what his nature was, he'd never asked to become a monster, he just was. And he wished now, more than ever, that he weren't. For her sake.
Leaning over her he brushed a light kiss against her temple before slipping out the door and silently out of the house like a phantom, his pale eyes alert. He would always be around for her now, even when she decided she didn't want him. Even if this was their first date. She was his blood mate and that was something he'd always sworn to protect when found.

A week later, on a Sunday morning, Bree slept, dreaming, oblivious to the movement in the house as her brother left for a basketball game, as Sally made breakfast and snuck in to see if she wanted some then right back out so she didnt wake her. So when, an hour later, long after Sally had gone to church, three men snuck into the house and began to ransack the place.
When she did wake up, it was too the horrified scream of Sally as she walked through the living room, looking at the damage that had been done. Racing down the stairs, Bree entered the room and froze, gaping. She stood there in her black pajama bottoms and tank top with a large lime green kiss on it, staring at the room that was now a junk yard of things as Sally sobbed, leaning against what was left of the couch.
"Sally, do you want me to call Jack?" She asked, looking at her sister in law and speaking in slow tones that were usually reserved for children.
"How? The phone has been ripped from the wall!" Sally wailed and sobbed more.
"With my cell. I'll be right back."
Once she was back in her room and had cell phone inhand she scrolled her contacts trying to findher brothers number. When a large hand came down over her mouth and a muscled arm clenched around her waist she struggled only for a moment.
"When little girls tell lies, it can get them into trouble. You should remember that, Brianna, next time, we won't be so subtle." A deep voice rumbled in her ear before shoving her onto the bed and sending her face first over the side as the arge man slipped out the window quicker than should have been possible.
"What the hell just happened...!?"
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Publication Date: 10-04-2010

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