He fought for control, but she seduced him like an expert, drawing upon her power of sexual allure to ease him into her trap.
It was a trap. She wanted to imprison this handsome vampire within her arms, and have him submit to her kisses. He resisted, but the soft press of her body against his apparently became too much, and he let all inhibitions fly and raped her mouth with his own.
With her palms, she mapped the hard planes of his muscles along his back and shoulders, and judging from his quick intake of air, it excited him more. His tongue plundered her mouth in hot strokes, drinking her into his senses.
"Witch..." he murmured as he nibbled her jaw. She felt his fangs scrap along her skin, and she inhaled sharply at the pleasurable pain.
Sighing, she dropped back her head to allow him better access to her neck. Somehow, the want for him to drink from her grew overwhelming. As much as she planned to take from him all he had to offer--love and sexual gratification--she wanted to give in return.
Where did that desire come from? She was so used to taking from men when she tempted them into her power, but this was different. This was more than she had ever expected. He was to be her soul-mate.
His fangs sank into her neck.
Her womb clinched in need to have him while he drank. Chills ran across her nerves and heat soaked into her bones. She felt on fire, and as his body moved against hers, it became the most erotic moment she had ever experienced. His hands molded her form to his, and her aching breasts pressed firmly against his chest. His mouth worked at her vein, and her breath came in quick pants.
Then her body lost restraint in a powerful climax. She gasped and cried aloud, melted against him and his embrace. Burning flames licked at the vessels pumping hot blood through her, and she rode out the ecstasy brought on by this vampire.
He lifted her into his arms and held her while she clutched her legs around his waist. Even through the fabric of his jeans, she felt his bulging erection straining to dive into her. It brushed against her sensitive clit, and she shattered again.
She screamed as he steadied her body to ride his hips. His tongue licked at the wound on her neck. His heated tongue caressing her bruised skin made her whimper.
"Your blood is a delicacy, love." He backed her to the cashier counter, setting her rump on the hard wooden surface. His hands left her body, but briefly as he unbuttoned his jeans and released his cock.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, grasping his rod--so hard and hot--in her palm. She gently squeezed it.
He groaned as he lifted her skirts and yanked off her panties, soaked with her juices. "I'm going to fuck you, sweet witch. That tight pussy is mine tonight."
"Please," she begged in a whisper while holding onto his broad shoulders.
His engorged head paused at her slick entrance, and she involuntarily bucked toward him. He traced her straining clit with his tip, and she tossed her head from one side to another in abandon.
He dipped a finger through her folds as he teased her clit with his cock. He smacked his lips. "Sweet and tempting. Are you as hot and wet inside?" His husky voice held a hint of laughter.
Then, with a slow push, he slid into her.
Wrapping her arms about his neck, pulling him closer, she rode his cock as he plunged in and out of her slick core. She wrapped her legs about his waist and tried to get him deeper within.
"Oh, by the goddesses!" she called when she climaxed about him, his thrusts more frenzied, more urgent, searching for his own release within her tight core.
When he spilled his seed into her, she clutched at him tighter with her arms and legs and screamed. Never had an orgasm feel so magical, so completely...wonderful.
She grasped his head between her hands and ran her fingers through the silky strands of his hair, then guided his mouth to hers. She fed upon his essence and reveled in it. His immortal seed rejuvenated her spent powers.
And his skilled loving awakened the passion she thought only as fantasy. Men were mere vessels to be used to serve her purpose. But this time, with this vampire, it was different.
She used her magic to find her true love, never really expecting to find it.
And it scared the hell out of her.
* * * *
Weakness radiated through her body. Blood. She needed blood and quickly. Her wounds from tonight's battle took a toll upon her, but it would take much more than a slice of her jugular to destroy her.
Raife and his Spaniard companion had chased her, but her transformation into a mist had delayed the loss of her strength. Regardless of her form, however, her injury still slowed her down.
Eva spiraled through the streets of New Orleans to escape her former lover and his vengeance. Finally when she felt his presence dissipate, she felt safe to emerge and hunt. She needed to replenish her strength through the blood of a human. Any human would do.
In a back alley, Eva passed a female emptying trash into a Dumpster. An easy target, innocent and fresh. Eva could smell her youth, her virginity upon the winds. Such a treat was even more powerful for the likes of a depleted vampire.
The girl was dressed conservatively and seemed out of place in the dirty alley. Eva watched as the girl stopped and glanced upward toward the moon. Pale illumination upon her skin made her appear angelic, almost unreal. She slipped a stray strand of pale blonde hair back behind her ear, and sighed.
Longing and loneliness filled the air about her, and Eva moved in closer. In her misty form, she crawled along the cobblestones with ghostly ease.
The girl gasped when she realized she was in danger, but not before Eva clamped her phantom claws about the girl's ankles.
She had no time to panic as Eva enveloped her in her grasp. Using her powers, though drained, Eva lifted her victim into the air and disappeared into the darkness.
The girl whimpered and struggled, but to no avail. Eva laughed as she squeezed her meal tighter. Sailing over the city into the remote swamplands, Eva stole the girl. Tonight, she would feed well.
So much had happened tonight. She had lost her mate. Michael had betrayed her. He had thought to replace her with Erin. Bastard. Men were all assholes. Each and every one never proved much beyond satisfying carnal lusts. Michael was a wonderful lover, but a bad vampire. And now, she was alone, except for this tantalizing piece of feminine flesh within her embrace.
Perhaps, it was time to make a new companion...
* * * *
"What's your name?" Raife asked, unable to believe he had just had the most incredible sex of his entire existence with a woman he knew nothing about, not even her name.
"Yvette." She paused as she leaned into him. "And you?" Now seated on the floor of the shop, they relaxed together in the afterglow.
"I'm Raife, Milady."
She smiled, and her natural beauty warmed him.
"I don't meet vampires every day, though I've felt their presence many times before."
"We dislike magic folk. Or should I say, they naturally dislike us? Generally, we are used to having spells cast to keep us away."
"Well, I certainly didn't expect a vampire to answer my call."
She looked at him with those dark eyes, and he wanted to melt. Never had he felt such attraction for a woman. Could it be he had finally found his life-mate?
"And now? Do you regret that I answered?"
Her fingertips traced his jaw in a tender caress. "Never. You were the one destined to answer."
He grasped her fingers and brought them to his lips. "Maybe my loneliness is finally at an end."
"Mon chere, I've waited for you so long, but I wonder how this can ever work. You're a vampire, a creature of darkness, whereas I am a woman of magic, a white witch. Our worlds weren't meant to mix."
"We'll get by somehow."
Just then, he felt a jolt; an ominous sensation ripped through his body.
"What is it?" she asked worriedly.
Evil and deceit slammed into his heart, and he could think of only one reason for such powerful
angst.
Eva. The vampire had brought another over to the lifestyle, the immortal existence. She had damned another soul. Even after all the centuries, he had that connection to his creator. He could sense her location, her thoughts, and her actions through the blood bond created so long ago.
"Damn it," he whispered as he drew Yvette closer.
"What is it?"
"Another has been born. The one that created me...she made another." He explained his creation by Eva and his history with the vampiress. "And tonight, I faced her once again, wounding her, but she escaped. Because of me, she still roams. Now, she found another victim to damn."
"Do you need to go?"
He sighed and pulled her closer to his body. Breathing deeply her fresh scent, he said, "Dawn approaches. By the time I go and find Eva and her fledgling, it would be time for me to seek shelter from the sun."
"Must you leave me soon, then?"
"Soon. 'Tis the life of a vampire." He felt saddened that he must leave Yvette behind to rest. Never would the hours of the day seem so long now that he had found his mate.
* * * *
Another felt the addition of a new vampire to the world, one who knew all too well Eva's evil. He, too, had been seduced by her dark allure, only to be cursed into a life he neither wanted nor enjoyed.
Since his woman had died due to a curse of vampires and werewolves mixing, he had roamed the earth, pining for his lost love.
"I saw her, Damon. In a vision, I saw her," Tala said, sitting across from him in her small shack on the bayou. There with her vampire lover, Lucius, she explained how they overcame the ancient curse of their kinds.
He and Telia had not been as lucky as Lucius and Tala.
"You saw her? Was she happy?"
"She ran with the phantom pack. She...she said for you to have hope, Damon. You were destined for another."
Impossible.
He felt Eva then...close. And not alone, as she made a companion to eventually abandon. Just like she had done years ago to him.
"What is it?" Tala asked at his apparent disturbance.
"Eva. She's here. And she brought over another soul into the existence."
"We saw Eva tonight with Michael. She got away, but Michael wasn't so lucky," remarked Lucius as he slid a hand over Tala's shoulders.
Damon was jealous of the connection between them. Though he was not as old as the ancient Lucius, he was in pain. Sometimes it was a curse to lose your love rather than never loving at all.
"She'll desert the fledgling once the novelty of bringing over one has faded. She always does." He rose from the table. "I'll find Eva and her new companion. Her evil must stop."
"Need us to help?" asked Tala as Damon reached the door.
"No, Eva needs to be destroyed by one she created."
With that, he went outside, and in the blink of an eye, his size and shape shifted. Feathers replaced skin, claws replaced fingers. As a great gray owl, he soared above the swamplands in search of his creator.
* * * *
Yvette took Raife by the hand and led him upstairs to her apartment above the store. While Claude settled in his little bed, she took her new lover to her bedroom.
Turning to him, she said in a husky voice, "Make love to me, Raife. Touch me. Make me yours."
He saw the heat in her eyes; her heart pounding within her chest resounded in his ears. The blood coursed beneath her skin, tempting him with each heartbeat.
"Yvette, before the sun rises, I'll have mapped each inch of your luscious body."
He stepped before her and she breathed deeply as he lifted away the thin barrier of fabric to reveal her perfect cappuccino-colored skin. Like creamy coffee, she was smooth and flawless.
Her long black hair fell loose about her shoulders, and he marveled at her natural beauty. Her lips were made to be kissed, full and ripe.
"Lick your lips," he commanded.
Her obsidian eyes searched his face as her tongue flicked out over her bottom lip. He suppressed a groan as the slow, deliberate motion brought to mind images of that tongue dancing over his skin.
"Close your eyes, too."
"But--"
"Trust me, love." Their earlier coupling had been fast and animalistic. Right now, he needed to savor her delights.
Her pink-tipped nipples perfectly complimented her tanned globes. His mouth watered to taste their berry-like texture.
She inhaled quickly when his thumb brushed the sensitive tip. The sound was innocently sexy and utterly feminine.
He stripped out of his clothes and stood naked before her.
The urge to toss her down upon her bed and ram himself into her deep heat grew overwhelming. He had to pound down the instinct to mate with her until she begged for mercy. He wanted to make this time an experience to enjoy. He wanted this for her pleasure.
Stepping around to her back, he leaned into her, close but not touching. "Yvette, I want to fuck you slow and easy. I want to give you such pleasure. Can you understand this?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? You can draw a man across the sea for one touch of your lips upon his skin."
He encircled her body to cup her breasts in his palms, brushing his thumbs across her nipples. She gasped while leaning back into his body.
"I'd fight the Armada all over again just to feel the heat of your skin against mine."
He nestled his cock between her ass cheeks, and she wiggled back in response.
"No battle would keep me from your side. No enemy would prove too deadly to face just for the touch of your hand in mine."
He breathed in the fresh scent of her hair, and she shivered within his arms.
"Even if I would meet the dawn in the morning, my soul could rest for eternity knowing I've loved you tonight, sweet Yvette."
"Oh, Raife..." Her voice was a soft plea.
He picked her up into his arms and held her like a man deprived of love for several lifetimes. She wrapped her arms about his neck and rested her head against his shoulder.
Settling her upon the large bed covered in soft cotton sheets and a fluffy down comforter, he felt almost as if he had laid her in a cloud.
She whimpered at the loss of his closeness, then sighed in contentment when he covered her body with his.
"Keep your eyes closed," he said, tracing a line with his fingers along the inside of her arm. "Just feel."
Raife proceeded to map her body with his hands. He kneaded her breasts, studying their texture and weight. Her nipples puckered and swelled as he gently squeezed the perfect mounds. Lightly, he continued his exploration of her body, stopping periodically to taste her skin with his tongue. His lips would curl around the pert tips of her nipples and her back would arch upward in response. Sweet ripeness and ready to be plucked by the right lover, her body moved to a rhythm of ecstasy he made just for them.
When Raife moved his ministrations down her body, Yvette's breathing increased. He could feel her excitement vibrate through her entire being. As he drew close to her center, he'd teased her labia with light caresses, then backed away.
Her trimmed mound called to him, feminine juices flowing from her core to tempt his invasion. But not yet. He wasn't through with his exploration of her. He doubted he ever would be. An eternity would never be enough for him to taste each alluring inch of this woman.
Down her inner thighs, he trailed his fingertips along her soft skin. She moaned and bucked her hips in frustration.
"Patience, little witch. Patience." He nipped the skin next to her knee.
His fangs extended to full length as his vampire instincts clawed to the surface. The man wanted to savor her delights, while the vampire needed her substance.
Using his hands, he parted her thighs wider as he lay between them. He glared at her ripe center, her pink folds revealing her jeweled clit peeping from its hood. His mouth watered. Creamy honey lined the entrance to paradise, and it was all for him.
With
one finger, he traced the slippery crease of her folds, ending his torment upon the straining bud. She grasped the sheets beneath her.
"Your body yearns for me to fill it, doesn't it, sweet witch?"
"Yes," she croaked, barely controlled.
"First, I must taste the nectar you've provided for my pleasure."
He slid a finger into her sheath. She cried out.
"Tell me, love. Do you wish for my cock to touch you here?" he asked as his finger moved inside her.
"Oh, God...yes...yes..."
"And right here?" he teased as his thumb stroked her clit while his fingers rhythmically plunged in and out.
"Yes, Raife, oh please, I need..."
"Need me to fuck your sweet cunny, Yvette?"
"Yes."
"Need me to fulfill your desires for the rest of eternity?"
"Yes."
He pulled his slick fingers from her pussy, then traced back along her folds to the rosette opening of her anus. "Need me to become your mate?" He pressed his wet fingers into the opening.
She groaned, "Yes, please. Now."
"Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me how to fuck you in a way to make you howl in delight at your orgasm."
"Lick me, then fuck me. Oh, please..."
Before Yvette could catch her breath, Raife's lips encircled her bud. As his fingers stroked her openings, he suckled her clit with a gentle suction.
She climaxed as his tongue beat left to right over her nubbin, and his fingers pressed and teased.
Before his lover could recover from her climax, Raife reluctantly lifted his mouth from her apex and followed his darker side. Into her thigh, he sank his teeth. Rich blood, sweet and intoxicating, rushed from her vein down his throat. She orgasmed again from the sheer ecstasy of the vampiric act.
She drugged him in a way he had never felt before. Her body entranced him. He was under her power--the power of budding love and fiery lust.
He knew he'd never be the same again.
* * * *
As dawn was about to break, Raife left behind Yvette, sleeping in her bed. Making love again in the early morning called to him, but the need to seek shelter proved even stronger. How he longed to have her rest by his side. His mate, his life-companion.
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