Dark Choices: The Quandary (The Children Of The Gods Paranormal Romance Series Book 41)

by I. T. Lucas

  If creating the right atmosphere had occurred to him before, he could have compiled a perfect playlist on the way from the cabin. Except, he’d been afraid to even think about their fast-approaching lovemaking.

  Everything was moving so fast, or at least he felt that it was. Wendy had seemed to be losing patience, but now she was the one slowing things down.

  Perhaps the fear had caught up with her?

  With everything he could think of done, Vlad dimmed the lights and got into bed. Reclining against the headboard, he crossed his legs at the ankles and waited.

  The bathroom door opened a few minutes later, and Wendy peeked into the darkened room. “Is the door closed?”

  “Yes.”

  Draped in a large towel, her hair still wet from the shower, she padded out and closed the bathroom door behind her. “I couldn’t decide what to wear to bed.” She lifted the blanket on the other side and ducked under it. “That’s what took me so long.”

  Vlad turned sideways and draped his arm over her middle. “I had the same dilemma. But after I got out of the shower, I decided to get dressed in my regular clothes.”

  “Why?”

  “So I could last more than five seconds. Did you drink your potion already?”

  “I did. Did you?”

  “Not yet. I brought us wine and brownies.”

  Wendy giggled. “You don’t need to get me drunk, Vlad. I’m a sure thing.”

  “That wasn’t my intention. It’s for the mood.”

  “I know, silly. I’m just teasing. Drink your potion, get out of your clothes, and get under the blanket with me.”

  “That’s not a good idea. I don’t want to explode the moment I touch you.”

  “Why not? You told me that immortal males can go for seconds and thirds and fourths, so it’s not like that will be the end of it. It would just be the beginning.”

  “It’s embarrassing.”

  She cupped his cheek. “You don’t need to impress me. We are both inexperienced, and we are going to fumble through this, but it’s okay because we love each other. I don’t expect you to be Don Juan, and I’m no Dona Juanita, either.”

  Vlad laughed. “I love it. That’s going to be my new nickname for you. Donaaa Juanitaaa,” he rolled the syllables.

  “Oh, yeah? I have one for you too.”

  “What is it?”

  She giggled. “Vlad the Impaler.”

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  Wendy

  Vlad wasn’t amused. “I don’t know about that. That sobriquet is infamous for a good reason.”

  Wendy leaned up and kissed his lips. “It’s all in the context, my Vlad, and I meant it in the best possible way. I expect to be deliciously impaled by you, many, many times. Now lose the clothes, drink that vile potion, and make love to me.”

  As he reached for the flask and measured a teaspoon of it, Wendy debated whether she should lose the towel discreetly while he was busy or leave it on.

  What would he prefer? To find her surprisingly naked under the covers? Or to unwrap her himself?

  The real surprise, however, was that the anxiety that had gripped her with a paralyzing force in the shower had evaporated completely the moment she’d seen Vlad waiting for her in bed.

  He’d seemed so nervous, so unsure, and that had given her a boost of courage. He was going to be careful with her, and even though he was incredibly strong, he wasn’t going to hurt her.

  “Ugh, that’s bad.” Vlad stuffed a piece of brownie in his mouth and chewed quickly.

  “Yeah, but now we can make love worry-free.” She waved a hand. “Lose the clothes.”

  He seemed reluctant to do that, and not only because he was anxious about premature ejaculation. Vlad was embarrassed for her to see him naked.

  Silly boy.

  She loved his body. While she was plump and soft, he was bony and hard. He had a nicely defined chest, though, covered in lean muscles, long thin arms that were nevertheless strong, and long, elegant fingers.

  His fleshiest feature were his lips, which were soft like pillows and velvety smooth. Vlad was one hell of a kisser, and if he did everything else the way he kissed, she was one lucky girl.

  Instead of giving her the striptease she wanted, though, Vlad ducked under the covers with his clothes on.

  “Do you want to undress me?” he asked.

  “I would love to.”

  Her towel was no doubt going to fall, but that was okay. Wendy knew that her body was far from model-perfect, but she also knew that Vlad didn’t mind that she was a little chubby. Besides, she had nice breasts and surprisingly, she wasn’t embarrassed to show them off for the first time ever.

  Who knew? Maybe instead of Dona Juanita her nickname should be Wendy the exhibitionist?

  This was a new beginning on so many levels.

  She was in a relationship with a guy whom she believed she could build a life with, which was something Wendy had thought would never happen to her. She’d joined a community of people who were actually committed to doing good for the sake of goodness, and not self-interest, which she hadn’t dreamt could even exist.

  Her entire outlook on life was changing, so why not her self-perception as well?

  Lifting to her knees, she reached for the bottom of Vlad’s T-shirt and pulled it up. “You have a beautiful body.” She smoothed her hands over his hairless chest. “Your muscles are lean, but I can sense the strength in them.”

  As the glow in Vlad’s eyes intensified, casting light on her towel and reflecting off the white terry cloth, illuminating his face, he looked beautifully terrifying. Like a real vampire, his hair was pitch black and glossy, his lush lips red, and his mesmerizing eyes, one blue and one green, gazed upon her with lust, but also with love.

  “You are so beautiful.” He lifted his arms so she could tug the shirt off. “I wish that towel would fall.”

  “You don’t have to wish it, just do it.”

  With shaky fingers, he reached for the knot she’d made and unraveled it.

  As the towel slowly slid down her body, Wendy suddenly lost her confidence and bit on her lower lip. What if he thought that she was fat? She had a rounded belly, and her hips were too wide.

  Vlad was staring at her with an expression she couldn’t read, silent and unmoving. Was he disappointed?

  Instinctively, she lifted the towel and covered her front.

  “Don’t.” He tugged it out of her hands. “Don’t hide from me.” Moving inhumanly fast, he lifted her by her waist, as if she weighed no more than a pillow, laid her on her back, and covered her with his body.

  “You have the figure of a goddess, my Aphrodite.”

  Wendy giggled nervously. “You’re such a sweet liar. But thank you.”

  “Do you think that’s a lie?” He swiveled his hips, letting her feel the hard length that was still trapped in his jeans.

  Vlad was surprisingly heavy for a skinny guy, but she loved his weight on top of her. It felt so right to have his smooth chest against her bare breasts, so good.

  “Kiss me.”

  “First say that you believe me.”

  Biting on her lower lip, Wendy nodded, not because she believed the sweet compliment, but because she wanted him to kiss her so badly, to touch her all over with his strong, elegant hands.

  “Right now, you still don’t believe me, but you will. I promise.”

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  Vlad

  Vlad gazed down at Wendy’s beautiful, blushing face and wondered where the courage to get her under him had come from.

  Perhaps the Guardians had been right, and lovemaking just came naturally to him. The less he thought things through, the better the outcome was. If he’d stopped to think instead of following his instincts, he wouldn’t have dared to do any of the things that he had done so far. Not that it was much, but it was definitely more than he’d ever done before.

  He was on top of Wendy, his bare chest pressed against her soft breasts.

  Fates, they were so perfect.
Mouthwatering. He couldn’t wait to touch them, take the little turgid nipples between his lips and suckle on them.

  As lust slammed through him at the thought, his erection grew impossibly harder, getting dangerously close to the point of no return.

  Should he shuck his pants and let it happen like Wendy had suggested?

  Another surge of lust barreled through him, urging him to get on with it. If he was going to come, he was going to do it all over Wendy’s soft belly and not inside his pants.

  Could he refrain from biting her, though?

  If he could manage that, he was good with climaxing and easing the pressure, but if he couldn’t, he’d better stick his shaft inside the ice bucket that he’d brought the wine in. Biting Wendy would send her flying on a euphoric cloud, and she would be out for hours, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. She would climax from the bite, and when she woke up, she would be good to go for the main event.

  Should he warn her?

  Better not. It would only scare her.

  She knew that the bite was coming, and she was fine with that. The only difference would be that it would happen sooner rather than later, and she would still be a virgin after that.

  Not a problem. Given the way his venom glands were swelling, he would have enough for another bite when they gifted each other with their virginities.

  It was a good plan.

  Arching up, Vlad braced his weight on one arm and reached with the other to pop his jeans button loose.

  “Let me help you with that.”

  As Wendy pushed his jeans past his hips, Vlad freed his swollen erection from the confines of his boxer briefs and pushed them down as well.

  They both groaned as his shaft dropped over her mound, making a plopping sound that made it seem much heavier than it really was.

  “You’re so big,” Wendy whispered. “Can I touch it?”

  That was a conundrum.

  Vlad was desperate to caress and kiss Wendy’s gorgeous breasts, but he also wanted her to touch him, and both would probably bring about the same result in thirty seconds or less.

  That space shuttle was already in countdown mode, its engines revved up to the max, blasting fire and ready to launch into the stratosphere.

  Could they touch each other simultaneously? The difference in their heights would make it difficult.

  “May I?” Wendy repeated.

  “You may if you can reach it while I kiss your breasts.” He slid down so he was facing those twin hills of perfection.

  Wendy sucked in a breath. “Oh, God, please.”

  Cupping both mounds from the bottom, Vlad marveled at how soft and yet firm they were. “You have gorgeous breasts.” He moved his thumbs back and forth over the hard peaks. Dipping his head, he kissed each before gently taking one between his lips.

  Wendy hissed, and for a split second, he was afraid that he’d accidentally nicked her with his fangs. But then she arched up, pushing more of her breast into his mouth.

  “Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

  She’d forgotten all about touching him, but that was okay.

  Pressing his throbbing erection into the mattress, he managed to hold the climax down while feasting on her breasts.

  Vlad alternated between suckling her nipples and dragging his tongue over the sweet berries, licking them, and nipping softly with his blunt front teeth.

  His erection throbbed and wept, releasing precum over the bedsheet, but he welcomed the sweet torture.

  Could he make Wendy orgasm like that?

  Given her moans and hisses, she was close, but to bring her over he’d better pay homage to the most erogenous spot on her body.

  As he slid further down, the friction of the bedsheet almost did him in, and when his nose aligned with the source of the best scent on earth, the countdown to liftoff reached zero, and he had to press down hard to stop the launch.

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  Wendy

  Wendy lifted on her forearms so she could watch Vlad kissing her down there. She was no stranger to masturbation, and she’d read and watched enough to know exactly what he was about to do, but what surprised her was that she didn’t feel shy at all.

  Was it because she loved him?

  Or maybe it was because he looked so unreal as he gazed at her from between her spread thighs.

  Wendy felt like she was in an anime scene.

  Vlad was like one of those gorgeous illustrated heroes. If he had watched as much anime as she had, he would have noticed that most of them were drawn willowy thin just like him, with long hair either up front or in the back. Some of them had purple eyes or even red, so his beautiful dual-colored ones fit right in as well.

  Her guy wasn’t aware that he was a work of art.

  If Wendy had any artistic talent, she would have created an anime series starring Vlad. With his beautiful glowing eyes, one blue and one green, his puffy red lips, his white gleaming fangs, and his raven black hair that was shorter in the back and longer in the front, he would make the perfect anime hero. She wouldn’t have to embellish a thing.

  When he kept gazing up at her, as if waiting for her to say something, she realized that Vlad was seeking her permission.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Kiss me there.”

  As his lips made contact with her sensitive bud, Wendy cried out and threw her head back.

  Encouraged by her response, he treated her to a long lick, starting at the top and culminating at the center. With shallow thrusts of his pointy tongue, he probed her entrance, scooping up her juices and making delighted sounds in the back of his throat.

  Was he really loving this so much?

  Too preoccupied with the pleasure he was giving her, Wendy hadn’t paid attention to the extrasensory perception she’d been gifted with.

  Letting her empathic senses flare out, she was astounded by the torrent of feelings blazing her way.

  Love, lust, wonder, adoration, even awe.

  She’d never felt Vlad so happy and so at peace, and that was despite the overwhelming need that he was working so hard to suppress so he could give her pleasure first.

  Was it possible to love him even more?

  Apparently it was because her heart had just swollen with love and gratitude for the incredible gift of him.

  When he went deeper, somehow penetrating her with that long tongue of his, she reached for his silky hair and threaded her fingers through it.

  Holding on to Vlad’s head, Wendy rocked her hips in sync with his tongue thrusts. She was so close. One more swipe over the pulsating bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft, and she would catapult over the edge.

  “Yes, yes, oh, yes! Please!”

  She was incoherent, but Vlad knew what she wanted. Pulling his tongue out, he replaced it with one long finger, then two, and when she mewled like a cat in heat, he took her clit between his lips and sucked.

  The orgasm exploding out of her was the most violent she’d ever experienced, and as her body quaked and shuddered, Vlad kept licking and sucking, prolonging the aftershocks until Wendy felt as though she was going to pass out.

  As a sharp pain in her inner thigh momentarily jolted her out of her post-orgasmic bliss, she was shocked to realize that Vlad had bitten her. Except, just as soon as the pain registered, another orgasm blasted through her, and then another, and another, turning her body into a puddle of goo.

  But then, just as abruptly, all bodily sensations dissipated, and Wendy was floating, passing through psychedelic landscapes as she rode on the euphoric cloud.

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  Vlad

  For long moments after Wendy had floated away on a cloud of euphoria, Vlad didn’t move. Lying face down between her spread thighs, he was in heaven, and he didn’t ever want to leave that sweet spot.

  He was quite satisfied with himself and with how well he had done. With Herculean effort, he’d managed not to climax until she had, and when his seed had jetted out of him, he’d managed to last a couple more minutes before biting her lush i
nner thigh.

  What an experience.

  His first bite ever, and he’d timed it perfectly so the pain of his fangs piercing her flesh barely registered.

  He was indeed a natural at this.

  Hell, it was like he was born to be Wendy’s lover. With no prior experience, and with barely any knowledge other than overhearing his friends boast about their lovemaking skills, he’d done pretty well.

  He’d also made a huge mess and was lying in a semi-catatonic state in a puddle of his own semen. He must have emptied a gallon onto the bedsheet, and he needed to clean it up before Wendy floated back to earth.

  The night was far from over, and they still had to properly complete their joining.

  He had no idea how long Wendy was going to stay out, but from what his friends had described, it could be anywhere from an hour to six hours or even more, so he had enough time to clean up.

  For a brief moment, he contemplated licking Wendy clean, but with her being out cold, or hot, or whatever she was experiencing in the euphoric realm, it would be creepy.

  What if she didn’t want him to do that? Since he couldn’t get her consent, it was a no. What about a washcloth cleanup, though? Was that okay without asking permission?

  Since it wasn’t sexual, he was willing to take a chance. He was quite certain that she would appreciate waking up not sticky.

  Forcing himself to lift his head away from his heavenly spot, Vlad pushed back to his knees and then stayed like that to look at his beautiful, blissed-out mate.

  She was smiling in her sleep, her cheeks rosy, her hair tussled, and her sweet nipples still erect as if they hadn’t gotten enough love. He dipped his head and kissed each one tenderly, promising them more attention later.

  With a sigh he got up, padded to the bathroom, and turned the water on in the shower. He needed to wash himself thoroughly in preparation for act two of the night. When he was done, he wetted several washcloths in warm water and went back to the bedroom.