Moon stood at the bar and glanced around the bouncing swarm of shadowy Halloween party-goers completely ignoring the thumping beat pouring from the DJ box and going at it free-style. Thank goodness for calibrated strobe lights and smoke machines, he thought. He sat his wine glass on the bar. No more than two seconds pass before the bartender poured him another. Moon acknowledged the bartender with a sharp nod. A gaggle of sexy costume-cad females made their way towards him, obviously impressed with what they saw.


Who wouldn’t be? He was the poster child for his native Sweden: tall athletic body of a Viking God, corn silk blonde hair and blue eyes set on a chiseled face. From head to toe, he was a natural born Swede.


“Ladies,” Moon nodded as they pass. Their banal flirtations elicited a roll of the eyes.


The bartender caught a glimpse of the exchange and declared over the dumping music, “It’s going to be a long night, sir.” He turned and smirked at a tall attractive blonde standing nearby who also spied the brief encounter. “It looks like someone is jealous,” he motioned towards the blonde.


Moon shook his head, his eyes moving towards the clubs’ second level entrance. There, coming through the crowd, stepped a slender dark beauty dressed in a midriff baring hip hugging belly dancer skirt costume complete with slave bells. Suddenly all the other women prancing about faded into the background. “I told her to stay away,” He snorted and took a sip of wine, forgetting about the listening device in his ear.


“Sir, should we have her removed?” his bodyguard came through.


“No, leave her to me,” he ordered, this time removing his ear piece. The blonde snaked behind him.


Moon grappled to understand why she’d come. One mistyped email address had led them to one another; complete happenstance. Now after twelve months of emailing, instant messaging and phone calls this happens…she showing up at his club. This wasn’t he wanted, he’d explained himself clear enough. He needed his space but he struggled with letting her go. They were drawn to one another. When she walked away, he chased and vice-versa. That was their relationship; always on the same page but one always seemed to be reading faster than the other.


And now this, here she was forcing him to act.


Walking through the crowd, he came within ten feet of her. Her body was perfect. His guilt rose and he thought better of himself and turned away.


She caught a vague momentary look and followed him to a secluded bar area still unsure if it was really him. She found him leaning against the bar, his back to the crowd.


“Who are you supposed to be?” She asked taking her place beside him. “A starchy businessman?”


He flagged the bartender for a glass of water and didn’t meet her eyes. “Who are you looking for, Ma’am?”


“I’m looking for Christopher Moon. Everyone calls his Moon,”


He let out a long, arduous sigh and met her gaze. “I’m Moon. How are you, Laina?”


Laina gave a sheepish smile, flashing her big doe eyes. “You know who I am?”


“Of course I know who you are,” He looked her up and down, forcing any semblance of emotion from his stare. Even if he hadn't recognized her sinfully rich contoured body, there was no mistaking her raspy voice. Damn, he thought. Something stirred within him. “Why are you here?”


“I wanted to see you in the flesh.” She’d hardly spoken before being jabbed in the shoulder by the tall blonde as she passed. “Excuse me!” Laina snapped.


The blonde’s glared straight through her sending chills down Laina spine.


Moon shot the blonde a menacing look and she disappeared into the crowd.


“Who is that woman?” Laina pointed over her shoulder.


“Mariah, my feeder.”


A group of drunken clubber joined them at the bar. “Look it’s the man himself,” One announced to the applause of his bladdered cohorts.


“Gentlemen, be safe tonight. Let my security know if you need a ride home,” His replied politely. Quickly, his eyes darted around and he took Laina by the arm, leading her to a quieter corner. “You shouldn’t have come here.” He muttered matter-of-factly.


“Why?” she demanded.


“We’ve talked about this,” His eyes combed the area. “I’m not going into it again. Not here.”


Slowly she ran her arm around his taut waist, bringing herself closer to him and his jaw clenched; fending off the urge to spread her out like some wanton party girl too stupid to realize what she was getting herself into. Laina was more than a cheap fuck. Though it be virtual, she was his closest companion, she was the one he came home to every night, she was the one listening to his meaningless ramblings, and she fed his ego, massaged his sorrows and quenched his thirst for intellectual stimulation.


“Are you angry with me for coming?” She looked up at him innocently.


“Yes.” Moon said robotically. Her soft, subtle smile drew him closer.


“Will you ever forgive me?”


He frowned down at her. “Probably not.” By God he wanted to kiss her.


She felt his muscle flax under his shirt and she smirked, “You don’t mean that.”


He put her at arms length. “Yes, I do. Come on.” He drug her through the crowd, passing his security.


“Are you gonna throw me out?”


“Yes, it’s for your own good.”


She yanked her arm free and backed away, “Can you at least dance with me--just once?”


Moon did not look pleased, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.


“Moon, it’s a dance. I’ll leave afterwards.” She took his hand.


Ignoring the dull thunder churning in his belly, he allowed Laina to pull him onto the dance floor where she began gyrating to the hypnotic music.


Terrified that someone would see him, Christopher Moon, on the dance floor, he motioned to the ever-watchful special effects technician for more smoke and less lights. Only when his orders were carried out did he dare caress the soft lines of muscle on either side of her midriff and move lower until his hands spanned her swaying hips---commanding them to the intransient rhythm. Laina turned away him giving him a full view of the voluptuous curves he was about to relinquish. Moon, reaction was immediate and rigid against her back--just as she’d hoped.


She threw her hands around his neck allowing his hands to roam over her half nude body. And roam he did. Over and the caramel skin of her midriff, up and down her silken thighs, and around to her succulent ass. He leaned and kissed the side of her lithe neck and she whimpered tilting her head, giving him access to the big, pulsing vein beckoning him to partake. The sound of her heartbeat hammered in his ears and throbbed on his lips. The smell of her blood loomed just below the smooth curvature of her neck…taunting him. Tempting him. Teasing him.


“Do it,” Laina insisted.


Moon pulled her against his chest and shook his head with a little less certainty than before. It was only a matter of time before he went numb. The willpower needed to resist her was reduced to a mere shadow locked behind the secret doors of his conscience.


“It’s not safe for you to be here. I told you I’m dangerous,” He could taste her skin.


She whisked around facing him “Let me be the judge of that.”


“I haven’t fed in twelve hours,”


“I can tell by your color,” She thumbed his cheek. “We’re gonna have to remedy that.”


“You don’t know what you asking,”


“I know perfectly well what I’m asking and you will give it to me, “Laina lifted a leg to his waist, instinctively he gripped her thigh and pulled her into him. Taking his hand, Laina led it the slick fabric covering her pussy.


Moon’s mischievous little incubus reared its ugly head. They swapped villainous smiles. She released her hand and closed her eyes at the sensation of his fingers flirted with the moistened fabric. Slowly and methodically his wayward digits coaxed new wetness from her until Laina’s panting breath matched his. He wanted her—all of her. This foreplay wasn’t enough. He ached for more, much more. He wanted her all to himself. But at what cost to her.


The music was blared. He continued to stroke her panties. Her hips moved in undulating waves towards his hand. Her body pressed against his, her full breast begged for his attention, her hands ran through the back of his hair. “Moon, please don’t stop. Not yet,” Laina innocently dropped her head to his shoulder. Drunken party-goers danced frantically around them none the wiser that Moon was about to bring her to orgasm right beside them.


“Make me cum,” Laina whispered just below his ear.


Her warm breath trickled across his neck causing his cock to lurch in his slacks. Her scent filled his head. Again, her pulse sang like apparitions in his ears. This was neither the time nor place for a finger-clenching orgasm yet he felt compelled to give her this act of kindness. It was his procrastination that lead her to endanger herself, he told himself as he tugged at her panties, pushing them aside giving him right of entry to her innocent flesh.


Moon touched Laina’s outer labia. Simultaneously, they gasped, neither able to articulate unbridled satisfaction they shared by crossing this sacred line. Lightly, he placed wet little circles around her clit, twiddling it with his fingertip. Her chin quivered, her chest rose as he slowly moved his finger into her depths. Her breath caught with ever new spot his touched. Laina trembled silently transfixed in his once formidable eyes; her sanity teetered in this ambiguous legroom between foreplay and fucking. She prayed he’d go softer, and he did and was rewarded by her walls sucking dutifully on his finger send pre-cum streaking down his hand.


Plagued by ineffable helplessness in her eyes, Moon strengthened his resolve to suppress his dark animalistic impulses. But why? This beautiful creature willingly came to him despite all his warnings and objections. He attempted to move deeper, she recoiled, teasingly sucking her bottom lip as if this was a game to him. Moon’s fangs tingled below his gums, his hunger and need stirred. She was too close yet not closes enough. His resolve swung like a pendulum.


Pain and consequences be damned, he didn’t want to let her go.