by Jacey Ward
Chapter Ten: The Testing of Boundaries
“Azalea!” Chase shouted out as he banged on the front door of the Bradenton residence. It was just barely after sunset and he had rushed over to her house as soon as the last rays had disappeared over the horizon.
Malachi, Azalea’s father had actually left town shortly after the announcement ceremony and wasn’t due to be back for several weeks. Chase knew that only Azalea and her mother were currently in the home.
“Azalea, I know you’re in there! Open up, damn it!” he commanded loudly.
A few seconds later, a negligee-clad Azalea opened the front door and greeted Chase with a seductive grin.
“Why, Chase! What a surprise! What are you doing here?” she asked slyly as her phony, flirtatious smile widened.
Chase narrowed his eyes at her.
“Azalea what the fuck is going on?” he demanded, glaring at her angrily.
“Why, Chase, whatever do you mean?” she replied sensuously, moving in closer to him and reaching out to touch his chest.
Chase slapped her hand away and she flinched, looking taken aback at his reaction.
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Azalea,” he said firmly, glowering at her with ire in his eyes.
“You look so sexy when you’re upset, Chasey,” Azalea crooned. Chasey was a pet name that she used to call him back when they were younger; however, he’d always hated it and told her to stop using the silly name. “You know, my mom isn’t here right now. We could go up to my room and…well, you know—get naked. Like we used to do, remember?”
She licked her lips as she ran her hands down his chest until they were just above his crotch, pushing her large, and nearly exposed breasts up against his chest. He backed away from her touch and pushed her hands away from him irritably.
“Knock it off, Azalea. That’s not what I what came here for. What do you know about a Necromorus demon?”
“A what?” she asked, looking genuinely confused.
“Azalea, I know how you feel about mortals. You’ve hated humans with a vengeance ever since we were kids. If anyone would want to summon a demon to kill them, it would likely be you,” he snapped.
Suddenly, Azalea’s entire mood changed.
“You know what, Chase? Fuck you! Yes, I hate humans and I always will! And I know about that little red-haired whore you’re fucking, too! Do your parents know that you’re cheating on your future mate with a lowly, repulsive, wretched mortal pig?” she spat back at him, her façade of sensuality dropping quickly.
Chase was livid at the sound of her words. She knew him well, and she certainly knew how to push his buttons and get under his skin. He refused to play her game, though. Glaring at her through eyes narrowed into thin, angry slits, he shook his head at her.
“If I find out that you had anything to do with these murders, I will personally…” She cut him off and yelled loudly back into his face.
“You’ll what?” she snapped back at him, placing her face very close to his. “Humans don’t deserve to be anything more than cattle and slaves at our feet! You’d better watch it, or your disgusting little human whore might wind up having a little ‘accident’!”” she threatened brashly, and then turned on her heels, about to slam the door in his face.
Before she could grab the door handle however, a strong hand gripped her upper arm tightly, cutting off the circulation like a manacle. Chase leaned forward and put his face a mere inch from hers. “If you so much as breathe the air around her, I’ll kill you,” he growled. “And you’d do well to remember that I always follow through, Azalea,” he vowed.
**
Ava couldn’t concentrate or focus on anything at all. She felt completely overwhelmed.
I sure could use a nice dose of Chase right now to relieve some of this goddamned stress, she thought to herself with an exasperated sigh.
Her mind went back to the night before, and how she’d never felt anything so amazing and so deeply intense in her whole life. Nothing else could compare to the moments they had shared together, and she was certain that nothing else ever would. Vampire or not, there was no way she was going to be able to stay away from him—no way at all.
A part of her wondered what her father thought of her now, though. Would he be ashamed of her? Would he look at her differently? Would he ever even talk to her again? Had she embarrassed him in front of the entire city council, and would the council members think of her differently now?
She needed to stop agonizing over all of these questions. She didn’t want to be alone so she called Jocelyn, who agreed to come over and keep her company for the day.
**
Nicholai sucked in a breath and exhaled deeply. He never in a million years thought that he’d ever have the opportunity to be with the woman he loved—had damned near worshipped—ever since the day they had met. But, back then, he hadn’t been her first choice. In fact, back then she had never even seemed to know that he existed.
He’d spent many a night with his own large hand wrapped around his throbbing erection, pumping up and down, thrusting his hips into the air, calling out her name until he’d shot his release all over his own sheets.
“Azalea,” he mumbled, opening his eyes so that he could watch her beautiful, perfect lips wrap around the tip of his manhood.
He almost had to pinch himself to believe that it wasn’t a dream, that she was actually down on her knees in front of him with her succulent, voluptuous breasts completely exposed. He hissed with arousal as his length began to disappear into her exquisite mouth. She stopped for a moment and ran her tongue up his shaft, causing his hips to jerk and his breath to catch in his throat.
“Oh, God, Azalea!” he whispered. “That feels fucking amazing!”
Azalea smiled up at him. She saw the tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the amazement in his eyes as he stared down at her.
“I never thought that I’d ever be with you this way,” he muttered.
Azalea ran her hand over his length and then held him in her hand as she rose up off her knees and sat down beside him on the sofa. “Nicholai, I’ve seen the way you look at me—the way you stare. You’ve longed for me for so many years, haven’t you?” she asked seductively, stroking his fully-erect manhood with precision as she spoke. He swallowed hard and looked right into her eyes.
“Oh, God, yes, Azalea—for so very, very long. I worship the very ground you fucking walk on!” he said breathlessly.
Still stroking away at his stiff erection, she asked him a question.
“Nicholai, do you love me?”
“Fuck yeah, I do, Azalea! I’ve always loved you!” he replied, placing a hand on one of her breasts and caressing it, running his finger over her pert, cherry shaped nipple. He moaned as he took it into his mouth and began to suckle greedily.
“Would you do anything for me?” she asked him as she squeezed her hand against his shaft, causing his hips to jerk upward and a muffled moan to escape his mouth, which was still licking and sucking her breast.
“I’d do any fucking thing for you, Azalea!” he exclaimed.
“Anything?” she repeated, speeding up her rhythm and feeling him throb inside her hand.
“Anything!” he breathed. He groaned again and grabbed her other breast, sucking it into his mouth while fondling the other with his hand.
“I need you to kill that ghastly, revolting human woman, Ava Hartzman!” she demanded.
All of a sudden, Nicholai stopped and let her breast fall from his mouth. Realizing that he’d paused, she stopped stroking his manhood and looked him in the face.
His erection began to soften as the reality of the situation started to set in. He shook his head and moved away from her, putting away his cock and grasping at the remains of his pride. He forced a chuckle from his lips.
“I can’t believe I was actually thinking that you truly liked me, but you just want to get rid of the human woman so you can be with Chase. It’s always been about h
im for you, and it always will be. You just don’t know when to fucking let go, Azalea!”
He got up and left her sitting there alone, slamming her front door as he left.
Chapter Eleven: The “Sacred Sixth”
The mayor of Mountain Crest had implemented a 9:00 p.m. curfew at the city council meeting earlier that morning, but 20-year-old Bridgette Mansfield had just arrived back in the city. She was returning from a visit with her grandmother who lived in a neighboring state.
It was just after midnight, and she was driving her small, white coupe down a quiet back road less than three miles from her home. All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, something large and very fast dashed out in front of her car.
Bridgette slammed on the brakes, hearing a loud thunk just before her car screeched to a halt. Her heart started beating out of her chest as she uttered a curse word and unsnapped her seatbelt.
“Oh my God, what was that?” she asked aloud.
She heard a thumping sound beneath her vehicle and nearly jumped out of her skin.
Did I hit something? she wondered.
She put her car in park and opened the door. She had just stepped out of her vehicle when something reached up from the ground and grabbed hold of her leg. She let out a yelp and glanced downward. Whatever was wrapped around her leg did not look like a human hand. It was furrowed and scaly, and looked as if it belonged to a giant lizard. Bridgette opened her mouth to scream, but then, with one superhumanly swift motion, the creature leapt out from beneath her car and grabbed her throat, stifling any sound that attempted to escape.
**
When Ava heard the knock at her door, she had no idea who it would be until she heard a familiar voice asking her to let him in.
Ava was surprised to see Chase. She didn’t think that he would be able to get away to see her again so soon.
“Chase,” she said, excitedly, “what are you doing here?”
She took in the sight of him, her eyes lingering on the breadth of his shoulders, and the firmness of his stomach in his tight shirt. Guiltily, she looked back up to his mesmerizing eyes, now getting lost in this new view of beauty.
“I just had to see you, Ava,” he said quietly as she opened the door and let him inside.
“Are you okay?” she asked, looking at him more closely. His eyes sparkled brilliantly in the light of her living room and drew in her gaze as if by some powerful, unseen magnetic force. He told her that he had gotten into an argument with his parents and had stormed out and came straight over to her place.
She had barely closed the door behind him when he took her into his arms, pulling her in close to him and kissing her deeply.
She moaned, surprised, but pleasantly so, and her lips willingly parted to invite his tongue inside. He groaned softly, their tongues intertwining and then he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom.
As Chase laid her down on her queen-sized bed, she started to slowly stroke his cock. She bit her lip as she watched the pleasure play across his face. He was so hard, and yet so soft, like layers of velvet stretched over hot titanium. As he growled low in his throat, she saw a tic develop in his hard jaw line from him trying to hold back his groans of pleasure. It made her feel powerful to control his pleasure like this.
Unsnapping her black lace bra, she freed her large, soft breasts from their satin prison and Chase reached up to massage them with his hands. She bent down to remove the rest of his clothes, then trailed kisses all the way down his chest, to his hard-ridged navel, until she reached her destination.
Taking the head of his manhood into her mouth, her moans were muffled by his girth. He looked down and watched as his length disappeared between her tight red lips and he let out a groan of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Ava,” he hissed, as he continued to watch her head bobbing up and down.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her fiery red locks as a deep growl escaped him. He couldn’t control himself. As it was, he was having a devil of a time not thrusting himself deep into her throat. The pleasure was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Her mouth was a haven for his cock, hot and closer to heaven than he’d ever been. He thought he couldn’t climb any higher until she paid special attention to the bundle of nerves just beneath the head of his member. He threw his head back, his body coiling into a tight spring, and then she sucked him deeply, groaning at the same time, the reverberations causing fireworks to go off behind his eyelids.
Ava took his length all the way into her mouth until she felt the tip in the back of her throat. Then she sucked even harder on the head until she felt his hips buck uncontrollably.
“Oh, God, Ava!” he whispered sharply. He suddenly grabbed her, pulling her back up his body, and burying his tongue deeply and forcefully in her mouth. He was at the end of his control, needing to be buried inside her body – hard.
Ava could feel her desire building, growing stronger and stronger with every twirl of his tongue and every touch of his palms. His fingertips slid down between her legs and entered her warm, wet slit, causing a moan of pleasure to escape her lips. When he also used his thumb to rub circles over her swollen clit, it caused her to catch her breath, her passion overriding her consciousness, her desire becoming the focal point of her existence. She squirmed, trying to drive his fingers deeper, needing the extra friction to take her to that place that only Chase seemed to be able to take her.
“Patience, gorgeous,” he murmured, looking deep into her eyes, enjoying the passion and heat he saw there, “I love seeing you like this. Let me enjoy it.”
He slowly trailed his lips down the side of her sensitive neck, licking and nipping as he went. The scent of her passion was making it hard for him to focus on where he wanted to go. He drew in his control, holding it tightly, not wanting to lose it when her neck and her blood were so fucking tempting to him.
He continued down towards her breasts, taking in their splendor, the heaviness of them, the blood red nipples beckoning to him. He enveloped one within his mouth, sucking it softly, slowly increasing his pressure until he felt her writhe on his hand, the muscles of her feminine channel clutching at his fingers, trying to draw him in deeper. He continued with his slow rhythm, impaling her in time to his sucks on her nipples. Then he gently bit down on one, at the same time stimulating her little bundle of nerves down below.
Ava screamed with pleasure, her whole body going taut. “Chase, god….I need you. Now,” she begged, “please!”
Finally, he pulled his fingers free, positioning himself at the entrance to her core. He raised his hips slightly, then plunged himself deeply into her. Ava cried out in pleasure, finally receiving the fullness she needed to climb to that highest peak.
Chase sped up his rhythm, squeezing her breast in his hands and then moving his hand down to grasp her left buttock, lifting her hip slightly to create an angle where his cock could sink even deeper into her, causing explosions to go off in her core. The earthquake of sensations she was feeling were increasing faster than she could process them, she was losing herself in the maelstrom, like she was flying apart and unable to grab onto anything. The ferocity of her feelings almost scared her.
Chase must have sensed her desperation, coming to her rescue at once.
“Ava, love, open your eyes,” he demanded in a deep voice. She did it at once, responding to the rough timbre of his voice. She looked deep into his eyes, becoming transfixed, seeing the bond that was growing between them. She became slightly more grounded, almost able to handle the fiery passion burning up her body threatening to splinter her apart.
“Chase….I need…,” she pled.
“I know,” he soothed. “You’re going to come when I tell you to, Ava. Do you understand?” he demanded roughly.
Her nipples hardened like small pebbles at the sound of the command in his voice. He slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, holding her hips at the angle that allowed his cock to hit that place deep inside with every plunge
. The passion took her over again, but this time she didn’t feel lost, or like she was flying out of control. She felt Chase’s control and knew that he would be there with her for the explosion that was quickly coming. She saw his arm muscles strain, saw him clench his jaw tightly, never breaking the eye contact between them. Then he reached down and circled her clit between his fingertips, and the tidal wave of sensations became too much.
“Now, Ava. Come with me now,” he demanded.
The heavens collided as her passion exploded, the tremors shocking her with their intensity. She cried out, not knowing if she could handle the depth of her emotions, then saw Chase throw his head back, the tendons in his neck standing out, the growl being ripped from him as his climax approached with hers.
His head tipped forward again, their eyes meeting. The sight of him, though, caused another strong tremor to engulf her, her core clenching hard. His eyes were blood red, his fangs showing, long and sharp. He had never looked so powerful, so beautiful, as he continued hitting her depths with more thrusts, drawing out their climaxes to an almost painful bliss.
**
When the tremors had finally subsided from them both, Ava lay cradled in his arms. He kissed her cheek softly.
She couldn’t help thinking about how Chase’s eyes had changed and his fangs had sprung forth in the midst of his climax. And how strange it felt to be lying on his chest, but unable to hear any heartbeat. Yet she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so comfortable and safe. Closing her eyes, she exhaled contentedly, wishing she could lie there in his arms forever.
