Eternal Temptation

by T. A. Grey

  His cock grew hotter in her mouth; the thick meat of him grew impossibly wider until he was stuffing her mouth full. Lykaens were definitely bigger than most. Had to be.

  Resting her free on hand lightly on his thigh, she felt his muscles twitching and spasming beneath her touch. She opened her eyes to search his face and was almost disappointed to see his eyes still closed.

  Though she realized that a part of him definitely knew what was going on. His chest was moving quickly, his lips parted a hair and his arms uncrossed, crept closer, and closer to her. She tightened her fist around him and pumped him faster as she took him deep into her mouth again and again.

  A deep, sexy groan sounded from deep in his chest. An answering one pulled at her throat but she stopped it, afraid the gentle sound might rouse him.

  His hips started thrusting then, working his cock in and out of her mouth just as his hand reached to twine into her hair.

  A deep pulsing throb built inside her. She squirmed, wiggled, as she tried to keep her jaw relaxed around his length. She sensed he was close so she moved faster, squeezing her fist around him tighter and pumping faster. He groaned, sounding like she was killing him, not pleasuring him, and then he swelled even more in the back of her throat.

  Cassie tried to pull back to breathe, but his hips pushed up, burying his cock at the back of her throat. His fist tightened to keep her there and then she had only a moment to open her eyes and looked up at his face.

  His eyes shot open, found hers. Then he was groaning roughly as hot, thick spurts of cum jetted in her mouth. His face drew into a slackened expression of desperate pleasure—and she loved it. She swallowed the cream in her mouth as more came. She sucked at his head and licked at the tip catching all of his thick seed.

  Gasping for breath, she pulled away. Her hand was wet and her jaw was sore, but none of that bothered her because of the look in the lykaen’s eyes. It was like a realization happened and she got to watch it take place. Complete and utter satisfaction. The hooded look of pleasure slowly left his beautiful eyes. He jerked then blinked rapidly looking down at his cock, at her, then around the cabin. Finally he shot to his feet.

  “God dammit!” That was so not the response she’d hoped for. Be brave. Be strong. He needs help.

  Okay, try a compliment. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” His hands turned into fists and she was fairly certain he was struggling not to hit something. She wished he had, because instead he turned to her and yelled, “Do you suck off every man you think is sexy?”

  “Well, I’ve never sucked a man off, as you so delicately put it. I’ve never had that particular urge until I met you. But to answer your question I’d say that no, I usually don’t have that urge. You’re just special I guess.” He looked like he was about to scream, then he just stared at her like she was mad.

  “Are you a crazy woman? I mean really.” He said the last gently as if afraid to spook her. She burst out laughing.

  Somehow over the laughs she managed to say, “Um, no. Sorry to disappoint you, Darien. This was plain old lust. I wanted to see your cock, and I wanted to suck on it. Then I really wanted to know what your…seed tasted like.” She dropped her voice to a husky purr as she said the last.

  He must have liked it because his cock twitched and hardened again, and his eyes darkened like a thunderstorm. Beautiful. As if realizing he was still hanging out, he zipped himself up.

  “Yeah well there must be something wrong with you. A woman just doesn’t do things like this, Cassie.” The sound of her shortened name made her smile. She liked that he was already using it. She’d always hated the long, prissy sounding version of her full name. “I’m going out, and if you know what’s good for you, which it doesn’t look like you do, I suggest you stay the he— just stay away from me.”

  “Wait, where are you going?” He rolled his thick neck until it popped.

  “I’m going to chop firewood and maybe hunt for more food.”

  Pouting, she pulled herself onto the cot and spread her legs. She really wished she had on a skirt or a dress right now, but hey, there wasn’t much of a choice when you were running from a psychopathic vampire.

  She wasn’t disappointed though because his heated gaze fell straight to her core. He looked as if he could see through the denim. Suddenly her mouth was dry; her gaze dropped to his crotch and was not disappointed by what he was currently sporting there.

  “No,” he said gruffly.

  “Oh, come on sexy lykaen. Darien...” She leaned back on her elbows and arched her back at him. “You got to finish. It’s really only fair if—”

  “No.” He turned and was out the door before she could say another word.

  God dammit. That didn’t go how she wanted at all. Silly man. Didn’t he see how right they could be together—at least in bed?

  Flopping back onto the bed, she started tugging at her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. She spread her legs then dove her eager fingers under her panties. The first touch was pure ecstasy.

  “If you aren’t gonna do this, then I am, Darien.” She found her breast with her other hand and tugged at her nipple as she built herself towards what was turning out to be a very fast orgasm.

  * * *

  Darien snatched the axe off the ground and moved to the next pile of wood he had to cut. Shit, he didn’t have to do this. He hadn’t even planned on cutting more wood today, but hell if he was going to stay in that tiny cabin with her.

  What was she a vampire vixen? She sure as hell didn’t know how to listen or what the word “no” meant. Blasted, sexy fucking woman...

  He hefted the axe into the air and let it fall hard into the wood. It snapped and cracked from top to bottom. It didn’t take long for him to fall into the motions of chopping wood. He performed the action without really thinking.

  He thought it was a dream. He’d been dreaming of a sexy vampire with copper hair, and as he noted this morning in the sunlight, blonde and dark brown lights spread throughout her thick mass of hair. There was no doubt in his mind she was the devil.

  Was she sent by one of his brothers? Were they convinced that the only way to make him better was to have a vampire seduce him? No that wasn’t like them. They’d send a lykaen, not a vamp.

  In his dream, he’d been sweating, his balls pulled up tight as she suckled him and he was certain that at any moment he’d blow. Yet even in his dream, he sensed her apprehension, her anxiety. She’d never even done it before, she’d said. That news alone brought forth so many damned questions. He had the urge to go in there and shake her into telling him the truth. Like why her face was busted up and who did it and why. Why was she running through his woods and not in a car or with family and friends?

  A faint sound caught his ears, making him twitch. The axe hung in the air as he listened. There it was again. A soft, husky moan.

  She was...

  “God dammit,” he growled and swung the axe down hard. It split the wood like a lightning strike and sunk deep into the earth below. He let go of the axe and stalked towards the cabin. The sound came again like a gentle caress over his body. He stopped, struggling to breathe and comprehend, and trying like hell not to envision what she was doing.

  Oh, hell. Now he could do nothing but see images of her rubbing her soft sex. Another husky moan seduced his ears. Well she did warn him. His cock was acting as if the sounds she made were just for him. It thickened, lengthening in his pants, throbbing like he’d never touched it in his whole life.

  His cock didn’t seem to understand that it just came—a lot—inside that vixen’s hot little mouth. It pulsed in his jeans, and he glared at it. It also was in agreement with her. Especially since it hadn’t been touched since Dana died.

  Her soft moans were coming faster now. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. She was close. Was she thinking him? About his cock sliding inside her, spreading her wide, and filling her deep? As if his body had a mind of its own, he reached down and opened his jeans. H
is cock sprang free and he grabbed the heavy flesh in his fist.

  He remembered the soft flicks of her tongue and the touch of her lips from his dream. She’d moaned when he came in her mouth as if she liked it. Breathing heavy, he pumped his fist. He knew this was going to be fast. He could hear her legs shuffling back and forth on the bed, could hear her breath getting quicker and quicker. He knew her fingers were working herself fast. Was she cupping a breast as she did, tugging on her pretty little nipple?

  A sharp cry spilled out from the cabin, and he knew she was coming. Biting his lip to stifle a groan, he stroked himself once more before he started coming. He pictured her hips jerking as she came, her nipples pulled into puckered points begging to be sucked. He tasted blood as he jetted his release in long pulls onto the leaves on the ground.

  All was silent then except for the scurrying of rodents in the forest. Cursing himself, he kicked some leaves on top of his mess and leaned against the cabin for support. Every minute she was here, he was desecrating Dana and the baby’s remains.

  She was leaving today. Thank god, because he couldn’t stand to have her here a moment longer. A cold fist gripped his heart. She was in trouble. He was sure of it. He hesitated at the thought of sending her away; he might be sending her into danger. A big part of him was not willing to do that—ever.

  He heard her shuffling inside the cabin, then her soft steps coming to the door. Picking up the axe, he resumed chopping. The wind blew gently and he caught her scent as she came up to him.

  He told himself not to look at her, but of course that was the first thing he did. Big mistake. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy and sexy as hell. At least she was wearing clothes.

  “When do you want to leave? I’ll take you wherever you want. You got family to go to?”

  Her smile didn’t reassure him. “I don’t want to leave yet. If it’s all right with you, I thought I might stay awhile.” He slammed the axe down harder than necessary and the wood flew several feet away. She smirked at him. She had no idea what she was messing with.

  “Well this is my place, my woods, my cabin. I say when you go, not you.” A flicker of panic formed in her eyes but was gone fast. Damn if she wasn’t hiding something.

  “Did you hear me in there, lykaen?” He lost his grip on his axe and it went sliding dully to the floor with a thump. He sent her a withering glare, the kind that has sent lesser beings scurrying. She smiled big and bounced on her feet. Damn vixen witch...

  “So you did hear me? Oh, good. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on that. Not when I got to participate in your fun earlier.”

  He stumbled a step as he reached for the axe, thinking that she knew he’d jacked off outside the cabin. He gauged her expression but nah, she didn’t know. It was cool outside yet he was sweating like he was sitting in a sauna.

  “So is this all you do out here,” she said nodding towards the pile of stacked wood on the side of the cabin.

  “No, it’s not all I do.” She gave him a look that said she didn’t believe him.

  “Then what do you do, lykaen.”

  He ground his teeth together. “My name is Darien, and what I do is none of your business.” He picked up the logs he’d chopped and started stacking them on the pile he already built against the cabin. “Why don’t you tell me who messed up your face?” He didn’t like the way she stiffened or the way she turned away from him. The vampire was hiding something bad—it was obvious.

  “Well if it’s none of my business then I don’t see why my problems are any of yours.” She sighed heavily like the weight of the world was on her small shoulders. “I’ll tell you what, Darien. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

  It was hard to keep going through the movements and not show a reaction. He weighed his options. Did he really want to know her issues badly enough to spill his own? He didn’t answer for a while, and for once, she stayed quiet and let him think. When he finished, the logs were stacked neatly against the cabin. He turned to her.

  She was pretty. Real pretty. Dammit. One thing was certain though, he and his beast were both in agreement on that. “Fine. I agree.”

  He obviously surprised her because her mouth opened and closed several times. A worried, panicked expression filled her eyes.

  “Relax, Cassie. You’re safe here.” Damn, he had never been great man, but he certainly had never made a woman look so scared before. She looked like she was about to bolt or break down and cry. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

  “I’m fine. I just don’t want to talk about this right now. Later, okay?” She spun around and went back into the cabin.

  Darien barely restrained himself from hitting something. What the hell was that? He wanted to shout his frustration to the whole damn forest.

  Fine, she can stay, but not for long. Tomorrow was the worst day of the year for him. The anniversary of the one day he’d never be able to forget.

  Chapter 5

  Cassie nibbled on her lip and debated leaving. He wouldn’t find her yet, and she’d love to stay and hang out with her lykaen, Darien. Darien, she sighed, what a sexy name. It matched him perfectly.

  She couldn’t tell him about Daniel. Ever. Though why a part of her was telling her to throw herself at Darien’s feet and confess everything, she didn’t understand. She would only endanger him more.

  Darien came into the cabin and immediately took up all the space. His expression was unreadable—somewhere between anger and defeat. He grabbed a bottle of water and chugged the entire thing in three big gulps. Cassie stifled her girlie squeal at his manliness--barely.

  “I need to run to town,” he said after wiping his mouth with his wrist. She perked up exponentially at the news. Flashes of clean clothes, a toothbrush, and a hairbrush blinked before her eyes.

  “That’s great. Let’s go. I need some stuff anyways.” She left out the part about her not having any money and smiled big and cute instead. He frowned at her, rubbing a big hand across the back of his neck.

  “I’m going alone.”

  She stomped her foot. “And you’re going to what just leave me out here all by myself? What if a bear happens by or something?”

  “You’re a vampire,” he stated simply.

  “As if that gives me the right to know Kung Fu or something?” He grumbled beneath his breath then finally grumbled, “Fine.”

  She followed him out the cabin. He turned left and started marching into the woods. Frowning, she looked around but didn’t see a car. “Um, where did you park?”

  “A couple of miles this way.”

  “Great,” she grumbled under her breath. “So what do you need to get anyways?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Right, nothing.” Cursing him in her mind, she walked behind him in silence. Several times he was nice enough to hold her hand as she climbed over a rather large fallen tree, or he would hold up a branch so she could duck underneath it. Sweet, sweet man.

  Sometime later, they broke through the tree line and came into a small copse with a circle of dirt where a big black truck was parked. Big and dark just like him, how fitting. A dirt path trailed behind the truck and was lined by tall trees that shadowed the trail through the sunlight.

  He unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her. Like a true gentleman he waited until she was seated before he closed it and went to his side. Cassie sighed blissfully, she barely knew the man, err lykaen, but already he knew how to make her happy. At least he wasn’t angry any more about the blowjob she gave him. She barely managed to stifle her giggle by the time he hopped in beside her.

  The truck started with a roar and then they were off. “So I need a favor.” He looked at her with an arched brow. Okay, so she clearly had no place asking for favors, but come on. “Just hear me out, okay?”

  She took his silence for a yes, and just in case he was going to protest she quickly said, “So can I borrow some money?” He choked something that resembled a laugh, and then grimaced as if the action hur
t. “What,” she said defensively, “I’m not asking for much. I just need some clothes and maybe a toothbrush. Got to keep the fangs shiny, you know?”

  He drove without looking at her. His deep voice vibrated along her skin in the close confines of the truck. “Why don’t you have any money?”

  “I didn’t exactly have time to stop and grab my wallet if you know what I mean.” She popped her elbow on the edge of the window and stared out at the forest. How could she go from perky to grumpy in a matter of seconds? Cute guys always did do funny things to her, and she’d never seen a guy this cute. Figures.

  “And why were you in such a hurry?”

  “I—” She stopped and glared at him. “How dare you try to--try to coerce information out of me. Information that’s none of your business.”

  He turned his deep, sharp eyes on her. “Like you were hounding me for information? Or like how you want to know what my business is in town when it’s none of yours.”

  She just glared at him. “Yeah like that,” she finally said when she couldn’t come up with anything better. God, I’m lame.

  “Are you on the run, Cassie?” He asked it so softly the sound nearly broke her heart. He sounded like someone who actually cared. No one cared about her. The only person who did might just kill her someday. She blinked back the wetness that formed in her eyes and stared harder at the passing blur of trees.

  “Aren’t we all?”

  Darien looked at her but didn’t say anything.

  She knew she touched on a sore spot for him, and for once she kept her mouth shut. Silence passed between them as he drove. When they arrived in town, he pulled to a stop in front of a department store but didn’t kill the engine. He bent towards her and she stiffened, her breath caught in her throat as he neared. Kiss me.

  She might as well of not even been there because he just opened the glove compartment and pulled out a wallet.

  “You keep your wallet in your glove compartment? What if someone stole your truck?”

  He shrugged. “If they can find it, and they need it that bad then so be it.”