Awakened

by Moni Boyce

  There was a minor, dull ache that persisted in her side, but nothing would stop this from happening right now.

  His hands palmed her ass and then slide down her legs. In a quick movement he had her on her back. He parted her thighs and knelt between them. One-handed he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

  “Are you trying to impress me?” She looked up at him, her tone playful.

  His hands rubbed up and down the front of her thighs. “Is it working?” An impish grin spread across his face.

  In answer, she pulled him down for another kiss that left them both breathless. He pushed up onto his knees and pulled her shirt over her head and then made quick work of her bra. She lay beneath him clad in only her panties. He salivated over her ample bosom like a cartoon wolf before he dove in and lavished them with all of his attention. His tongue curled around her nipple and made it form into a stiff peak. The sensation she felt from his rough tongue on her skin made her head roll to the side and a moan fell from her lips. It really sent her over the edge when he sucked her nipple into his mouth and let his fingers toy with the other one. Her thighs gripped him and she tried to rub herself against his body, needing something to quell the slow burn that was quickly turning into a raging inferno. When he went to move away from her so, he could remove her panties she stopped him with two words. “Rip them.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice because in the next second she heard fabric being torn and then her ruined panties were discarded. The kisses he placed all over her body scalded her and had her craving more. He kissed a trail to her belly button, where he nestled between her legs and placed kisses down the inside of her thighs until his mouth reached her weeping core. She’d become wet from the sheer anticipation of his mouth reaching its goal. The hungry look in his eyes when he reached her pussy made her legs quiver. He stared at her unflinching as he prolonged putting his mouth exactly where they both wanted him. It was exquisite torture. When he finally swiped his tongue over the sensitive area her back arched off the bed.

  As he drank deeply from her sweet nectar, they were both lost. “You taste so good,” He breathed out as he lapped at her. His arms curled around her thighs, holding her in place for an intense ravishing.

  Her fingers knotted themselves in his hair and she pushed him deeper. While his tongue licked, sucked and tasted her, he inserted his finger and curled it just enough so he rubbed her G-spot. She nearly came off the bed when he made contact.

  ‘YOU LOVE THAT DON’T YOU?’ When he entered her mind all she could do was let out a loud groan to let him know just how much she loved it. The wolfish grin he sported on any other man might have annoyed her, but he truly knew what he was doing. He could grin like that all he wanted as long as he kept making her feel like she was about to melt into a pool of ecstasy.

  He nipped and sucked on her clit as his finger penetrated her, driving her into a frenzy of need.

  ‘CUM FOR ME.’ He commanded.

  The fact that he could say that to her without having to stop his mouth from what he was doing turned her on even more. She pulled at his hair again when she felt the spasm in her belly that told her she was about to have the most glorious orgasm. “I’m gonna cum.” She bit down to keep from crying out.

  ‘LET ME HEAR YOU BABE. TELL ME HOW GOOD I’M MAKING YOU FEEL.’ He sped up the pace of his tongue and finger and before she knew it she was coming undone. An intense burst of color happened behind her eyes and she was seeing stars while she screamed her release.

  ‘YES BABY! JUST LIKE THAT.’ He urged her on. Neither of them seemed to care that they were in a crappy motel that no doubt had paper-thin walls. All she knew was he’d made her explode with one of the best orgasms she’d ever had and she wanted more. Yes, please and thank you.

  Right now she wanted to feel the big monster swinging between his legs inside of her. Would she be able to take all of him? “I need you.” Her breathy plea reached his ears, and he looked up at her. His hungry look had now turned ravenous. With one final swipe he released her legs and got up from the bed.

  She rubbed her breasts and played with her nipples while she watched him from the bed. He removed his jeans slowly and sensually like he was her private dancer, putting on a show. He was torturing her that’s what he was doing.

  Now that she could see his naked chest she took in his well-defined pecs and washboard abs. When the jeans came off, she really started to drool. The boxer briefs he wore showed off the taut muscles in his thighs. His legs looked powerful, but she knew it was nothing compared to what hid in his boxers. He gave her a wicked grin and then removed his last remaining garment. Once he stood back up, she could see the bulbous, pink head of his long, thick throbbing member that stood at attention ready to please and service her. A pearly drop of pre-cum glistened from the tip and only one thought crossed her mind. What does he taste like?

  Her eyes were riveted to his swollen cock as he fished the condom from his pants’ pocket and put it on. She wanted him back between her legs, now. Her fingers slid between her parted thighs and she rubbed the bundle of nerves that were wet with her arousal while she maintained eye contact with him. That got him moving quickly. In no time he was on the bed.

  There was no communication needed. Her thighs fell open in invitation and he crawled towards her like a sleek jungle cat that had just cornered its prey. She wanted him to devour her. He leaned on his elbows over her. The heat that emanated from his body was making her hotter and wetter. ‘ARE YOU READY FOR ME?’ His dick gently rubbed against her clit in such a delicious way all she could do was nod in answer to his question.

  He kissed her chin and reached between them to position the tip of his cock against her entrance. They both watched it disappear inside of her. After that he looked back up at her as he slid the rest of the way inside. “Fuck.” After the slow invasion of her pussy, he was no longer speaking to her through her mind. He buried his head in the crook of her neck while he took a ragged breath. “You’re so fucking tight.” He gently bit her shoulder.

  It took several seconds before he began to move inside of her. Her walls contracted on him tightly and he groaned. Inside, he filled and touched every part of her. The pull and drag of him moving felt so good her eyes rolled back into her head. He came up on his knees while still impaled within her walls. The desire she saw in his eyes made her tremble and ache. He placed his hands at the bend of her knee and pushed, opening her up even wider so he could fill her completely. When he plowed into her with such force, it had her toes curling. As he moved, he removed one hand from her leg and rubbed her glistening clit. The sensation had her purring like a contented cat, and it wasn’t long before the purr morphed into a loud moan.

  “Baby.” She groaned when his dick hit a sweet spot. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  Both of their bodies were slick with sweat. He leaned over her and thrust deeply, kissing her mouth hard. She welcomed his weight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him pressed against her when she came.

  The sex was amazing. She wanted to prolong her climax, but there was no way she could stop it. She gripped his forearms. The effects of her orgasm shook her body, her thighs trembled, and she moaned and cursed and called his name. “Fuck! Eli!” More expletives fell from her mouth as the last of her tremors subsided. Her walls pulsated around his hard, throbbing cock. He kissed her shoulder and increased his speed. His balls pounded against her ass. She could feel he was close.

  “Fuck babe, I’m close.” He nipped her neck.

  She hooked her arms around him and enjoyed the ride. He was pushing her to a second orgasm. It was rough and wild and she loved every minute. Thrusting deeply several more times, he came with a loud groan of pleasure. She clenched around his throbbing cock when she came a second time, moments after he did, milking every drop of cum from him.

  They clung to each other in the afterglow. Sweetly, he kissed her neck and shoulder before he slowly pulled out of her so he could discard
the condom. A short while later he rejoined her in the bed. He pulled her towards him and kissed her forehead. On his back, he was sprawled out, with one arm cradling her to his side. They shared a few tender kisses before her head dropped to his chest. A delicious ache was between her legs and she wore a satisfied smile.

  For a while they lay together without speaking until she remembered some things that were running through her mind when he’d shown up hours ago. “What changed your mind? I thought you didn’t care for me?” Her fingers stroked his chest where her head lay. She looked up at him while she awaited his answer. It seemed silly to be asking this after what they’d just done, but she needed to know.

  His jaw flexed while he returned her gaze. His eyes never seemed bluer than they did right now. “I lied. I’m sorry.” He looked contrite. “It was the only way I could try to distance myself from you. Push you away. My feelings were just as strong as yours, but my sense of duty clouded my judgment.” His fingers smoothed over her curls before he caressed her cheek. She sighed and closed her eyes briefly before she pressed closer, soaking up his touch. “Seeing you hurt right in front of me, made me realize I was a complete idiot. I almost lost you and it scared me.” He swallowed back a lump of emotion and cleared his throat, probably replaying those pained, torturous moments of seeing her wounded. “I know the oath I swore, but duty isn’t more important than...” His eyes raked over her face with a tenderness she never thought him capable of. “Love.”

  When she looked into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth. It was true for her too. She cared just as deeply for him. She loved Eli, but she wasn’t letting him off that easy. “Why didn’t you come see me when they told you I was awake?”

  He sat up against the pillows and pulled her up with him. His big hands cradled her face. “I’m sure you’re learning what an idiot I can be.” They both chuckled, but then his expression turned serious. “I felt tremendous guilt over you getting fatally injured like that. It shouldn’t have happened. Not on my watch.”

  Willow couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped and then it turned into a full belly laugh the more she tried to suppress it. His hands fell away from her face. Through her laughing, she saw his face contorted in confusion and then it shifted to mild anger. “I’m not so sure what’s so funny. I’m pouring out my heart here and you’re laughing.” He folded his arms across his chest and waited.

  After getting her laughter under control she gave him a smirk. “Did you hear yourself? ‘Not on my watch.’” She did her best to mimic his deep masculine voice. It made her chuckle again briefly. “Who do you think you are? The Terminator? Things will happen. I got hurt because I disregarded your order to hide and instead joined the fight, so stop beating yourself up.”

  He was fighting back a smile when she finished. The adoring gaze he gave her never wavered as he pulled her onto his lap. “Maybe I should spank you for disregarding my order.” His voice took on a seductive tone, and he arched a brow.

  She licked her bottom lip while she looked at him, her eyes hooded with lust. “I have to warn you. I don’t enjoy taking orders so you might have to punish me often.” She gave him a wicked, wanton smile. Next thing she knew, she found herself facedown across his lap with her ass arched in the air, where he delivered stinging slaps alternated with gentle massages or kisses to soothe the offended area. The sensual spanking turned them both on. Round two lasted for hours before they both found themselves spent and sated.

  “By the way, I love you too.” She whispered before she fell asleep in his arms.

  In the night, she rolled over onto her back away from Eli. A deep sleep was coming upon her and she found herself in a dream. It felt like the last dream she’d had, where she knew she was dreaming, but couldn’t wake up from it. When she looked around, it was clear from the hallway she found herself in that she was back in Killian’s castle. Why was she back here?

  Fear took hold of her. She tried to crush it down, but found she was choking on it. Last time he couldn’t see her. Only detect her presence. What if this time was different? She tiptoed down the long hallway and hoped and prayed she didn’t meet up with anyone on her way to Killian’s bedchamber. The female vampire from her dream and the attack flashed in her brain. She didn’t want to run into her in this dream.

  When she finally reached the door, she took a deep breath before quietly pushing the door open and stepping inside. The room was dimly lit. It appeared to be close to sunrise because the horizon was painted in subtle reds, oranges and pinks. She looked at the bed and saw a slight movement. Fight or flight kicked in. It was clear her body wanted to flee but there was a reason she was here and she had to know what it was.

  Her feet carried her towards the bed. Terror at being caught wrapped itself like a hand around her throat. Still she continued to the bed. The closer she crept, the louder the sucking sound became. Her brows knit together in confusion. What was that?

  After the longest, scariest walk to his bed, she still couldn’t see what he was doing. The way his body was angled blocked out his actions. Slowly, she walked to the foot of the bed afraid of what she would find or witness. That’s when she saw it.

  It was Killian’s true face. The horror of it froze her in place and terrified her. Dark red veins stood out in stark contrast under the pale skin around his eyes as the warm blood flooded his mouth. The cheekbones in his face had become angular and sharp. His eyes that were a dazzling green before were now jet-black. He no longer looked human, but exactly like the monster she always assumed he was. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth while he fed on his victim, who she couldn’t identify.

  How much was he going to drain from them? They didn’t even seem to struggle, just lay there limply. If she really wasn’t here, she couldn’t save them. Part of her couldn’t understand why she wasn’t running away. After another minute when he unlatched his fangs from the victim’s throat, she walked around to their side of the bed so she could see who had been so unfortunate to wind up here.

  Her eyes followed the trail his tongue made, licking the puncture wounds on the person’s neck. She had to fight the urge to dry heave. When Killian leaned back, she stared at... herself. She was the victim. She was the one that lay in the bed with blood dribbling from the bite marks on her neck, her eyes open in a blank stare aimed at the ceiling. The revulsion and shock that gripped her left her catatonic and paralyzed. She watched in fascinated horror as Killian reached up and smoothed a few loose strands of hair. “Soon you’ll be my companion.” He whispered before his tongue licked up the side of her face.

  Before she could shriek she came out of the dream and sat bolt upright from the bed gripping her chest. It felt like her heart was about to explode. Her heartbeat was so loud it was the only sound that penetrated her eardrums. After several frantic moments, she realized she was no longer in the dream and her fingers touched the flesh of her neck hoping to confirm it was still in one piece, that it didn’t contain puncture marks, that it wasn’t covered in her own blood.

  “Willow?” Eli sat up beside her. The sheet slipped down and put his well-defined chest on display. Sleep tinged his voice. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the digital clock next to the bed. “Are you okay? Is it your wound? Does it hurt?” The concern on his face made her bite back the truth ready to fall from her lips. It was their first night together. The last thing she wanted was for Killian to ruin it and for Eli to be reminded of his duty.

  “I’m okay.” She reassured him with words while her mind raced and she screamed inside. Was it just a nightmare or did Killian have plans to turn her into an abomination? Had she seen what was to be her future? An uncontrollable shiver rippled through her body. “I’m just going to get a drink of water.”

  “You sure you don’t want me to get it?” He offered.

  “No, I got it. You go back to bed.” She leaned over and kissed his mouth. He pulled her into his hard body and prolonged the kiss. He was such a good kisser. The heat level got turned up to
a ten when his tongue swept in to explore the contours of her mouth. She was ready to forget the dream and all that it implied, but knew she needed to get up. With great regret she pushed against his chest to break the spell. She breathed against his mouth.

  “Don’t take too long.” He panted, equally turned on. When he released her, she got up from the bed and slipped on his shirt. Upon first waking from the awful dream, she felt like there was something she needed to do. Now she had a clearer head and realized she was being drawn to her mother’s letters. She hadn’t thought about them since Cora gave them to her. She would read a couple.

  When she looked back at the bed, he’d lay down again. Quickly she grabbed the letters from her bag and went into the bathroom. She shut the door and clicked on the light before sitting on the commode. Minutes passed while she held the bundle of yellowed envelopes. Some of her mother’s last words were contained in these letters. Parts of her wanted to savor and prolong the reading, but the practical part of her knew there was information in the letters that might help them... help her ... figure out more about her abilities. Maybe her mother had seen more about her future. Her mind wandered back to tonight’s dream, and she shivered again before pushing the memory away.

  Once she untied the ribbon that held them together she rifled through them and found they were in order according to date. She grabbed the top envelope and slid her nail beneath the envelope seal. Her mother’s scent wafted from the page as she pulled it out. Nearly twenty years had passed since her mother’s death, but she’d never stopped missing her or remembering what she used to smell like. The mixture of rosehip oil, lavender and something that was uniquely her mother rose from the stationery. It was like she was holding a piece of her. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

  WEDNESDAY, MAY 15, 2002

  My dearest girl,

  There is so much I have learned. I want to