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Tailor Made: Killer Instincts	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Asher cursed himself mentally as he entered the room Riley had stayed in. Just checking the room over- ha! He rolled his eyes, growling at himself. Hardly. The scent of her filled the room, despite the fact that she had surely left hours ago.

Last night, he’d told her more about himself than he’d even told Anita- who he, at one time or another, had fancied himself in love with.

A flowery scent filled his nose, and he stilled, glancing at the bathrooms where the scent was coming from.

Blue eyes wide, he stared. Riley was sprawled in the tub, utterly relaxed, listening to head phones. His eyes traveled over her creamy skin, rosy from the warmth of the water until the reached where the bubbles lapped at her breasts, covering the obviously firm mounds.

Disturbed’s ‘Awaken’ flooded Riley’s senses as she relaxed in the large tub. The black marble gleamed in the over head light. Slowly, she drifted a hand up her abdomen and to her neck where she rubbed a sore muscle. Suddenly, she had a funny sense she was not alone. Cracking her eyes open oh-so-slightly, she saw Asher standing in the doorway. She could tell by one glance that he was immensely aroused. "Enjoying yourself, Asher?" Pausing her music, she slowly turned her head to look up at him.

Asher was still, immensely still, as he watched, his body throbbing with need. "I... oui." He smirked, then nodded at her, struggling to maintain that facade, bowing slightly at the waist. "Je suis desole, Cherie." Giving her one last lingering look, Asher turned, walking with total composure into the other room. Totally feigned composure. Dieu! How long had it been since he’d been affected like that? God help him, but not even his darling Juliana...

Smirking, Riley dragged herself out of the luxurious bath. Taking off her head phones, she dried her body and hair. Letting the image of Asher fill her mind as she pulled on her clothes, she wondered just how far down his scars went. She ran her tongue and lips over his chest and down further, in her mind. No! Bas Riley! Men equal pain, remember?!

Rolling her eyes at her self argument, Riley looked at herself in the mirror. Tight faded jeans with suede stitching down the sides hugged her hips and black ribbed tank top with gold lettering saying, ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy’ came to just above her pierced belly button. It was one of her favorite outfits and it looked wicked on her. Not caring to do anything with her hair, she collected her things and put them on the toilet to get before she left. Moving to the bedroom, she paused, leaning on the door frame as she saw Asher’s back to her. He stood next to the bed. Riley’s gaze shifted to the bed the back to the vampire. "I’m finished."

He turned, facing her. "So I see... I thought you’d have left. I did not anticipate such an admirable as view." He read over her shirt, taking in her appearance. "Though this one is admirable as well."

"Admirable?" Riley quirked a brow as she pushed off the wall and moved to start putting her clothes in her bag. "I didn’t get to sleep until around eleven this morning." She shrugged. "I’ll be leaving soon."

"Tis hardly a problem, Cherie. You are welcome at the Circus, as my personal guest any time you wish."

"Ah, more chances to walk in on me in the bathtub?" Riley jested as she zipped her bag.

"A man can only hope, Cherie." He stepped closer to her invading what Jason had once called his ‘personal bubble’- until the vampire had pointed out that he was a stripper and had no ‘personal bubble’.

Looking up at him, Riley’s heart jumped. "Yes, well..." She stepped away and moved over to the bed to gather her CDs and makeup bag. "I won’t be in town long enough to need a place to stay again. Thank you, though." Damn... he had the most kissable mouth. Her blood pounded in her ears as she tried to push her attraction toward him out of her mind. Tried... and failed.

"Oh? Why is that, Cherie?" He stepped close once again, scenting the lingering aroma of soap on her skin.

"Well," Riley turned to find herself face to face with Asher. "I... I’m only visiting for a short while." Stepping around him quickly, she walked to the bathroom to grab the last of her things. Walking back into the bedroom, she looked at Asher as she put all her things together. "Besides, I have to get back to work." Riley forced her voice to calmness. It was incredible how his presence filled the room, making it hard for her to think about anything but what his lips would feel like against hers. Still, she struggled to concentrate on other things.

He followed her, edging her closer to the wall as he reached out, stroking her hair. "And what is it that you do, Cherie?" Other than making me ache...
"Well, um... nothing right now... I sort of live day to day." Riley turned, her back to the wall. "I find work when I need to pay bills." Pulling herself up to her full height, she looked Asher in the eyes for the first time. "Why are you trying to corner me?!" Her voice held a tint of annoyance as her heart pounded.

"Why is you pulse racing, Cherie?" He leaned forward, nuzzling under her jaw, then kissed the edge of her mouth, a mere brush of lips which was hardly even more than a whispered breath of passion.

Inwardly groaning, Riley shut out the argument in her head. Turning her head slightly, she caught his lips as she flexed her fingers against the wall behind her.

Asher poured himself into the kiss, cupping his jaw as he nipped gently at her mouth, sipping at her, the taste of her mouth. "Cherie..." He breathed the word against her lips.

Her last resistence finally shattering to the floor, Riley wrapped her arms around Asher’s neck. She deepened the kiss, sweeping her tongue through his mouth, careful not to cut herself on his fangs. Pressing her body up against his, she savored in the feel of his hardness pressing into her lower stomach.

Asher pulled her closer, a vampiric purr raising in his throat as his mouth made love to hers.

A small moan escaped Riley as she knotted one hand into his hair and drew the other down his chest to rest on his hips. God, he felt so good. Passion and lust flooded her senses nearly overwhelming her.

He slid his hands over her back, then cupped her bottom. Slowly, he lifted her into him, carrying her to the bed and slowly setting her down, leaning over her as they kissed.

Breaking the kiss, Riley rubbed her smooth cheek across his scarred one. Tailing kissed down his neck, she ran her free hand up Asher’s clothed back as the fingers of her hand teased circles at his nape.

"Cherie..." He moaned the endearment, holding still though fighting the urge to turn his head to stop her from touching his ugliness. Anita had preached about him not being ugly, that, however, was more of a perverse fascination.

Rubbing her body up against his, Riley’s fingers tightened on his back and in his hair. Feeling the slight tension in his body, she knew her attention to his scars was causing a slightly uncomfortable feeling in him. Her grip on his hair, however, kept his head from turning as she sucked on the skin at his pulse.

Riley couldn’t even remember why she’d been fighting this. The sensations running over her skin caused her to bend her knee and run her leg up his in a slow, seductive caress. Asher moaned, pressing into her as he glided a hand down her side, sliding it gently into her shirt, his fingers smoothing over the smooth skin of her waist, just above the waistband of her pants. So soft- He paused as his fingers touched something that felt like scar tissue. Puzzled, but more entranced with her kiss, he ignored it.

Riley felt consumed by desire as Asher’s hands smoothed down her body. Moving her lips back to his mouth as she felt his hand slip under her shirt, she gasped as she felt that tiny bit of skin against hers... A promise of so much more. She wanted it more than anything at that moment, until he paused to trace her scar. Suddenly, the memory of the night her ex had shamed her washed through her mind, clearing the desire away. A slash of silver, the fall to the floor, the pain... the whole reason she’d sworn off men. Freezing as a flash of fear rushed through her, she moved her hand to Asher’s chest, halting him from any further action. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she still felt the now ebbing desire, but mixed with it was so much more. This fact is what gave her the strength to speak. "I can’t... I have to go..." Pushing slightly to roll him off of her, she stood smoothing her shirt with shaky hands.

Asher stared at her, unable to comprehend her reaction, the fear in her eyes, the scent tainting her skin every so slightly. "Cherie... I... Je..." He stared at her, slowly standing. "Cherie... I did not mean to move so fast.... Je suis desole..." He watched her smooth her shirt again. "We... can go slower..."

"I..." Riley shook her head. "Maybe, I don’t know." She picked up her bags. "I just... I have to go." Slowly, she calmed as she looked at him. "It’s not you... I just can’t think about," She put both hand up in an uncertain movement, grasping for the words, "This right now."

"Cherie... dinner tomorrow then? No pressure, no promise other than the meal... Please." His eyes met hers, something in them somehow unsure.

Sighing, Riley looked down thinking, then back up at him. With her bags on her shoulder, she walked over to Asher. Cupping his cheek, she kissed his lips softly. It was a gentle kiss with almost a whisper of goodbye in it. "Let me think about it. You’ll know my answer by tomorrow." Turning, she walked out the door, fighting not to look back.

Asher stared after her, battling the warring emotions within him. This was all so much more than he had planned.. And Dieu help him, he wanted to undo whatever he had done to cause her to run... and hold her.

Perhaps that was what scared him the most... the passion was electric... but to hold her? Already some part of him was claiming that to be the best of all.

Author’s Note: Please be aware that my coauthor has decided to stop working with me in order to spend more time with her jailbird boyfriend and daughter. I am interested in a new coauthor. If you think you might be interested, please e-mail me. violetaahz@yahoo.com

Also, there are about 100 more pages written, though they might come slowly. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.
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