by Sam Crescent
She’d heard of the peace between wolves and vampires, but she never believed it. How could something so surreal be real?
“Are you sure?”
“I lived through it. I’ve witnessed it, and it has been a great loss to everyone.”
Gliding her finger down his check, she rested the tip against his neck where his pulse should be. There was nothing, no sign that there was ever a heartbeat. It was one of the creepiest, and yet most wonderful things she’d ever felt.
“We were all mates?”
“Some of us were mated to each other. Wolves and vampires have been in love before.”
“It seems too good to be true.”
“I know. It’s not anymore, though.” He turned over, and his fingers landed at her neck, over her pulse. “I would fight to keep your heart beating. I will fight for you, Sandra.”
“Why? I’m a stranger to you.”
“I care about you, and when I care about someone, I protect them.”
Holy crap, she was falling for a vampire she’d only just met. What the hell was wrong with her? There was no way she could have feelings for a vampire, and yet, that was exactly what she was having.
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The conflict inside her crossed her eyes, but Lucas didn’t mind. They were in her dream world, and he didn’t imagine she’d be ready to go to the next level with him in real life. Sandra wasn’t ready for the knowledge that she was his mate. It was the only explanation he had for the connection he had with her. No other wolf compelled him the way that Sandra did.
Her pulse beat against the pads of his fingers, and he knew he’d do whatever it took to make sure she would always be breathing. Lucas needed her to stay alive. She had to.
He leaned in closer toward her, and when she didn’t back away, he pressed his lips against hers. At first she didn’t respond, but he didn’t stop. Opening his eyes, he saw hers were closed. She started out tense, and slowly she started to relax, giving into his kiss. Her tongue peeked out, tracing over his lips, and he opened up, welcoming her kiss.
Sliding his tongue against hers, they both moaned and jerked back. The fire between them was undeniable. He was so turned on and hot.
“This is in a dream?”
“You’ll remember it when you wake.”
“I don’t want to make it an excuse. Can you wake me up?” she asked.
Part of him was upset that she wanted this to end, but another part loved the fact she didn’t want to use her dream as an excuse.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Then hold onto me.”
Slowly, he brought her out of the dream world, so that she was no longer staring up at the full moon, but the ceiling within his room.
Lucas moved away from her, giving her time to come around. He didn’t want to startle her.
Standing by the window, he overlooked the grounds that had seen one too many sunrises of the world. So many battles, so many wars, and yet they were never over. Where one man fell, another came to take his place. It was never ending.
This time, though, he was fighting for someone. He was fighting for Sandra.
“You didn’t have to run away,” she said, drawing his attention back to the bed.
She’d sat up while he’d been looking at the grounds. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked ruffled. To him, she looked breathtaking. He would love to have taken the time to draw her in that moment. He’d want a reminder of her first time in his bed, unfortunately that was never going to be the case.
“We’re mates?” she asked.
He turned toward her. “I believe we are. It has been some time since I have found mates like ours, so I don’t know how it starts.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“I will not hurt you, so you have no need to be afraid.” He wanted to reach out and touch her. Now that they were in his bedroom, he would wait for her to make all the decisions.
She climbed out of the bed and walked toward him. Her curvy hips swayed from side to side, hypnotizing him with the way she moved. She tempted him, drove him crazy with need, and his cock thickened at the sight.
His heart didn’t beat, and his blood didn’t rush around his body, yet he could gain an erection like a normal man. It was one of those strange, irrelevant things that he’d always taken for granted. Science had grown in leaps and bounds during his five hundred years, yet he never understood how he could eat like a man, and fuck like a man, but he wasn’t a man. He’d not been a real, human man in some time.
Sandra stopped in front of him, placed a hand against his cheek, and stroked his flesh.
“This feels right to me. I don’t get it. I don’t understand it.”
He cupped her face, pressing her back against the wall. The scent of her arousal filled the room, and Lucas couldn’t wait another second. He was going to wait for her, and yet he couldn’t. For a year he’d been waiting for her, and now he had her. He didn’t know how long he would get to keep her, and so he took advantage. Pressing her against the wall, he slid his tongue into her mouth, and took the kiss he’d needed for over a year. She didn’t stop him or push him away.
There was no fight, and her fingers sank into his hair, tugging him closer. His fangs grew ready to mark her flesh, and he reluctantly pulled away. They were both panting, even though he didn’t need breath. His reaction was still the same.
Her nipples pressed against the front of her shirt, while his dick grew even harder. She’d be dripping wet.
“What’s the matter? Why did you stop?” she asked.
Covering his mouth with his hand, Lucas tried to calm down so that his fangs would retract back into his mouth.
“Your fangs?”
“I’m not going to bite you. You’ve not invited me to.”
“Drop your hand.” She was frowning at him, and Lucas glared right back at her.
“No.”
“Let me see your fangs. I’ve not seen them, and so far you’ve shocked me with everything else that has happened between us. I want to see your fangs.”
The determination in her tone had him lowering his hand and staring at her. He wasn’t afraid, but Sandra had experienced a lot of shocks tonight. The last thing he wanted to do was add to it.
She cupped his cheek, drawing her fingers down to touch his fangs. They didn’t withdraw immediately, which was another sign to him that they were a mated pair.
“You don’t have to hide who you are.”
“You hate vampires.”
“I don’t hate you. I feel different when it comes to you. I can’t hate you.”
Chapter Three
Sandra couldn’t believe she’d found her mate. It had to be him otherwise she’d be too terrified to be in his company. Her wolf pressed against the walls of her mind, wanting to get a little closer to him.
She pressed the tip of her finger against his fang and withdrew her hand. A dome of blood appeared on her finger.
“Take it.”
“Don’t.”
His eyes turned to black, and unlike in the forest while under attack, she wasn’t afraid.
“Take my blood, Lucas.”
He grabbed her wrist, holding her tightly as he tugged her close. She fell against him and cried out when his lips wrapped around her finger. Lucas sucked the blood from her finger. The action sent a bolt of arousal rushing straight to her pussy.
“Why are you testing me?” he asked.
“I wanted to know what it was like.”
“Now?”
With her free hand, she sank her fingers into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Before their lips touched, she flicked her tongue out, and licked his fang. “Now, I want you to kiss me.”
Something carnal and primitive took over. She couldn’t fight him even if she wanted to. He held the control, and yet it was she that was taking things to the next level.
“My fangs?”
“I don’t care. Kiss me.”
The war that raged around them could stay outside for a few hours. She’d found her mate.
Her wolf liked Lucas and wanted to get closer to him. Sandra had never been one to deny her wolf, and so she slammed her lips onto Lucas’s, moaning as he plundered her mouth.
He used the wrist he held to pull her even closer. Their clothing stopped any kind of other touching.
The need for them to be together skin to skin was too strong. Tearing her wrist out of his grip, she gripped his shirt, and tore it off his body.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Are you in heat?”
“I need you, Lucas, please.”
Sandra tugged her own shirt off her body, and next tore off her bra. Wrapping her arms around him, she tugged him down for a kiss.
Her moments of being in control disappeared as Lucas lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. His cock nestled between her thighs, and the heat of her pussy was too damn hard to resist.
Lucas took over, holding her in place, and kissed her lips. He turned them away from the wall and dropped her to the bed.
She didn’t fight his fingers as they unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her thighs.
“Open those pretty thighs for me.”
Sandra opened her legs and watched him drop to the floor between her thighs. In the next instant, his lips were on her, separating the lips of her pussy, and sliding his tongue over her slit. Crying out, she watched his tongue work her clit, circling around before flicking over the nub. The pleasure was instant, shooting throughout her body with undeniable pleasure.
“So juicy and ripe. I could lick you all day long.”
The way his tongue moved over her, and the subsequent pleasure, she’d be more than happy to have his tongue working her pussy. She loved it. Thrusting up to meet his tongue, Sandra moaned, unable to keep the sounds to herself.
Mate.
Belong to him.
Ours.
Her wolf whispered the words of mating and belonging. Sandra listened, knowing she’d found the one mate destined for her. Riding his tongue, she released a squeal as he flipped her over, so that she was on her knees. Her ass up in the air, and his fingers replaced his tongue.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“No.”
“Did you enjoy your first time?”
“No. It was something we rushed to get it over with.” Her first time had been with a guy in high school. They’d been study buddies and went to prom together. She’d never taken him to the pack, or to her family. They expected her to date and marry a wolf. None of the wolves within the pack enjoyed her fuller figure. Most of the pack females had been slender, and it was what pack men wanted.
“I’m going to make you scream, and forget every single touch of another male. I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, and this pussy knows only one master, and that’s me.”
His possessive claim shocked her, but she liked it.
“You’re already blowing my mind, Lucas.”
“I don’t care. I didn’t know you when you lost your virginity. I will not accept another man touching you.”
“Are you a virgin?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then I’m to accept that other women have touched you?”
“You’re the woman I want. I’ve been alive for six hundred years, sweet one. I wouldn’t go without sex.”
“I’m twenty-five years old, Lucas. I wasn’t going to wait around. I wanted to have sex.”
She had wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
“Then we’ll accept our pasts, and from this day forward no other man will touch you.” He pressed two fingers inside her cunt, sliding them in and out.
She was so wet that his fingers slid deep inside.
“I want your cock.”
“You’re going to get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you.” He added a third finger inside her, stretching her pussy. “I’m not a small man, baby. You’re going to need to get used to being fucked by a nice big cock.”
Her pussy clenched, and he cursed. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me.”
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Sandra tightened around his fingers, and it took every single ounce of his control not to take his cock out and fuck her. His fangs hadn’t retracted, and he’d tried to kiss her without hurting her.
Lucas stared at the rounded curve of her ass, to the puckered little asshole that also beckoned him.
“It’s the mating heat, Lucas. I want you. You’re my mate, and I will do anything in my power to protect you. Please, I need you.”
The fire was also burning brightly in him. The need to mark her was growing with every passing second. He wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh, mark her up so the world around them knew they were mates.
Pumping his fingers into her pussy, he slid his finger against her clit, grazing the nub. She came apart, spilling her cream all over his fingers.
Only when her orgasm ebbed away did he remove his fingers and lick her cream. She tasted like heaven.
Sandra spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him close. “Your turn.”
She shoved her hand into his pants, finding his dick, and wrapped her fingers around his cock at the same time that she slammed her lips down on his. His fangs did not appear to be a problem for her.
Lucas took care of his pants, dropping them down until they hit the floor. Sandra broke away from the kiss, but her lips worked down to his neck, flicking her tongue over where his pulse should be.
He groaned out, wishing that he had a pulse for her to feel. The lack of a pulse didn’t seem to affect her. She kissed down to his chest, flicking her tongue over each of her nipples. “Fuck, that feels good.”
She didn’t let go of his cock as she kissed down his stomach. The scent of her wolf rose in the air, making his mouth water. Her musky cream lingered on his tongue, and he wanted more.
The moment her lips wrapped around his cock, he felt like he was in heaven. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he looked down, watching her take more of him into her mouth.
He’d wanted her like this for the last year, holding back for fear of terrifying her. If he’d known this was how it would be, he’d have taken her at the first chance that had been handed to him. Sandra had always ventured away from the pack and been vulnerable many times yet he’d not taken her. Lucas had given her space because he knew he’d claim her eventually. That time was now.
Pumping his length into her mouth, he refused to close his eyes, basking in the heat of her mouth. She was the fire in his soul, burning brighter, begging for him to be a better man, the best man for her.
He was a vampire but once, many centuries ago, he’d been a man, a walking, talking, breathing man.
“Your mouth is so fucking perfect. That’s it.”
Lucas growled out as her teeth scored up and down his dick. He liked a little bit of pain in with his pleasure. For their first time, he didn’t want to blow into her mouth, so he gripped her hair, pulling her away.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
He pushed her back onto the bed, following down. Sandra opened her thighs wider for him, giving him plenty of room to settle between.
The scent of her pussy was awakening an animal urge within the recess of his mind, begging him to take notice.
Gripping his cock, he slid the tip up and down her slit, coating his dick with her cream. She was so wet, slick, when he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. Sliding into her cunt, Lucas felt like he’d gone from hell and come to heaven. Her pussy was so tight that she wrapped around him like a glove, accepting him into her body. Staring into her blue eyes, he took hold of her hands, and slammed to the hilt inside her.
She cried out, and he groaned, loving her warmth wrap around him.
“Yes, I need you, Lucas, harder, please.”
He loved hearing her beg, and so he fucked inside her harder, going deeper than ever before
.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it baby, thrust up to my cock. Show me what you want. Take it all, baby,” he said.
Lucas fucked her harder, driving his dick deeper into her cunt. She screamed around him, but then came together in a rush of need and mating heat. Claiming her lips, he moaned as she swiped her tongue across his fangs.
“Bite me, Lucas, take me, claim me.”
Her pussy was scorching hot. The scent of their mating was heavy in the air. Lucas had wanted to take his time, court her, get to know her. The attack of The Cure, and now the mating heat, had taken it all out of his hands.
Striking her neck, he plunged into her vein and fed on her blood. The lust combined with the need to feed took over. Slamming inside her, Lucas mated with his woman, feeding six hundred years of yearning into the mating. He was going to make sure she didn’t look anywhere else for a mate. She would belong to him, in every sense of the word.
Sandra came around his cock, and he pounded deep into her pussy, filling her tight cunt with his cum. They both came together in a heat of mating, fucking his cum deep. Neither of them had the time to bask in their mating together.
A knock sounded on the door to the bedroom.
“I hate to do this, Lucas. We’ve got to go. The Cure is coming, and we’re going to the safe house,” Sean the warlock called.
Cursing, Lucas pressed his head against Sandra’s head. “We’ve got to go.”
Tears filled her eyes. “We’re in the middle of a war. It’s to be expected.”
Chapter Four
Sandra couldn’t believe how many different kinds had joined together. They were underground in what looked like some ancient sewage works.
“We won’t be found here,” Sean said. He was the warlock who’d warned them all.
Lucas tightened his hand around hers. From the moment they had left his bedroom, he’d not let go of her hand. They had stayed at the edge of his property watching as The Cure tried to find him, to kill them all.
They were the enemy, not the man who was now her mate. His mark was on her neck, and everyone in the sewer had seen it.
