Her whole body did an involuntary jump of delight. Vare laughed against her breasts, his mouth sealed around her nipple, doing delicious, unrelenting tugs.
Darlene struggled against the tight lock on her wrists. “Want to touch you,” she complained.
"Not yet. Too distracting.” Vare went back to her breasts until she was writhing under him. She couldn't keep her hips from pressing against him.
Vare stopped and looked at her, a partial smile curving his lips. “Keep your hands up, and don't move them,” he ordered, a sensual twist to his lips. He raised his eyebrows with an expectant look.
Darlene had heard about this, a dominant thing. “Uh...okay? You like to be...the boss?"
"I am the boss.” He grinned, his handsome face transformed into an expression of devilish delight.
"Oh.” I am in way over my head here. She swallowed hard. But she didn't want to escape. “Okay."
"Good. Glad we've got that settled."
Vare moved down her body, using his tongue to leave a trail. Burying his face between her legs, he nuzzled and breathed in deep and audibly. “Ambrosia.” The word hummed against her clit through the thin cotton of her briefs.
With two swift slashes he bit through the sides of her panties.
Darlene sighed in delight at his efficiency.
Vare's thumb pressed over her cloth covered clit, pressing harder. She pushed against his hand to increase the pressure. Then his index finger arrowed down, pausing where her panties were sopping wet. He drilled in gently for a moment, and she wiggled in encouragement. Then his index finger moved slowly farther back to her bottom. Darlene's eye widened as his finger pushed between her cheeks.
He looked up at her with a smirk. “Nervous?"
"N-no,” she stuttered, lying.
Vare grinned. With a pinching move that slid over her clit, he plucked her panties off and tossed them away.
"Maybe you should be.” He crawled up over her like a predatory cat and she froze, mesmerized by his eyes. They glowed with an inhuman light.
They both dragged in a breath as he moved on top of her. The thick head of his cock moved to her wet well, and Darlene gripped him with her legs. “Maybe you should be nervous,” she whispered, right before his lips crushed hers.
His kiss was hard, wild as he pushed into her, slowly. She pulled in a breath and spread her legs wider. “I am nervous. Never done the sex and blood together with a human woman before. It is rumored to be...intense.” He nudged into her
Darlene moaned as his heavy length filled her, hitting nerve endings she was sure never caressed. “I've never been with a big guy before,” she gasped. “It's rumored to be... intense."
Vare chuckled silently and his length moved in tiny jolts, accompanying his laugh, then he sobered and looked into her eyes. He held himself very still. “Are you all right?” his voice husky, and it sent a near orgasm shooting through her. His nostrils flared and he stared into her eyes. “I can't promise slow and gentle."
Her lips curved in a smile. “Who expects that?” She squeezed him deep inside and his eyelids fluttered. He moaned.
Vare moved then, swiftly, and pulled her legs up high over his shoulders, pressing hard into her. He slid out, almost completely, a slow glide, and then slammed into her sending shards of pleasure through her entire body. “Hang on,” he growled.
"Oh yeah.” Darlene wiggled her hips a little, and his eyes seemed to glare brighter for a moment. “But I don't feel like I can move very well...like this."
"That's okay. I'll be seeing to your pleasure. And I've felt how you can move around me. That is enough. Now, your hands. The only things I want you to touch are your nipples.” His voice came in a husky whisper that made her shiver.
"Oh."
Vare placed her hands on her breasts. “Pull them taut. I want to see...” He breathed again through flared nostrils, which sent another tiny zing through her. Who knew nostrils could be so sexy?
Darlene felt open and vulnerable but the heavy length of him inside, even without movement was pleasurable. Moisture dripped from her as she pulled her hard tips, conscious of his eyes on her. She clenched her inner muscles around him as hard as she could.
"Oh yeah...you have no idea what that does for me,” his whisper thrilled her. “Keep pulling them.” His eyes closed to slits under heavy lashes and he thrust just a tiny bit.
"I'm getting the rug all wet,” she whispered.
He stroked fingers on her wet upper thighs where the skin was so sensitive. He licked it off. “Yes, sweet.” Then Vare gripped her hips in hard hands and rammed into her, his eyes half closed. He breathed heavy and she could see the length of fangs. She gasped as he hit against her deep inside in a way that made her lose her breath.
One hand slid between them and he found her wet, swollen clit and applied pressure, all the while ramming into her.
Intense pleasure swamped her. She was out of control, adrift, only his weight and the deep press of his length, which seemed to fill her whole body, anchored her to the floor. She heard her gasping cries whenever he hit deep inside her. She pinched and pulled her nipples hard, in response to the overwhelming pressures building inside her.
Darlene came hard, exploding in pleasure so intense it nearly hurt. When she could raise her heavy eyelids, Vare met her gaze, looking deep. His hands twined with her limp ones, which had fallen to the floor, his mouth crushed onto hers with a deep hard kiss she met with gentle tugs and licks. Then his mouth, open and wet, was on her neck. She could feel his fangs scraping up and down.
Vare thrust hard into her pussy as his fangs sank into her neck. It didn't hurt. Instead she felt deeply connected to him, a sensation where they nearly were one person, sharing each other's pleasure. Darlene could feel his need, the drive to come, overwhelming, unthinking. He pounded into her, prolonging her own orgasm until her voice was hoarse from crying out. Then his come pulsed inside her while he growled against her neck.
Afterward, Vare lay heavily on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, licking slowly and softly over his mark.
"That was brilliant,” Vare whispered into her ear. “Like nothing I've ever experienced.” He moved swiftly, picked her up, and tossed her on a bed in the room next to Brian's.
"And we can never do it again,” Vare said.
Chapter Three
Why not? Why not indulge? Vare stretched out next to the sleeping woman. He dragged in a breath. Her scent intoxicated him. It was the mix—blood, elixir, semen—a potent combination he denied himself until tonight.
Vare's life stretched before him. He usually tried not to contemplate more than the immediate future: duty, darkness, the disturbing need to hunt and dispatch his own kind, ending their short ugly lives. Clan safety, mundane clan finances, the need to stay hidden in an increasingly transparent world all weighed heavily upon him.
The past few years had not been good ones for the clans. The French destroyed by their own blood crews, Russian clans in poverty nearly as dangerous as being revealed to hunters. The Order of St Albain gained more members than they'd had for a century or more, using modern technology to find the clans and destroy them.
Despite his words, Darlene fell asleep almost immediately and woke in the middle of the night to find him sucking a nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking hungrily.
"I thought we weren't going to do this again,” she said, her voice husky from sleep, eyes heavy.
Vare looked into her eyes and saw a glint of recklessness. He'd lit one thick candle on the dresser and her eyes reflected the candle flame. He rolled her on top of him and she wobbled at the sudden change.
"You're naked. And you smell so sweet.” His tone of voice held a note of complaint. “I just came to check on you, to make sure you were all right."
Darlene wrinkled her nose at him. “I need a shower."
Vare pulled her until her breasts were level with his lips and feasted there. “I'll stop if you want,” he whispered.
He hissed. “The answer to that is long and complicated."
"Then I don't want to hear it right now.” Darlene licked one of his nipples and he bucked under her, nearly dislodging her from his hips. “And this time I'm going to touch you as much as I want.” She moved her hands down to his smooth, hard erection and circled him.
Fingers slid between her legs and dipped into her moist center.
"You're wet for me.” Vare's voice was breathy. “Rise.” His hands on her hips helped lift her. “Put me inside. It'll help anchor you."
"Uh-huh.” Darlene slid slowly down his length, wondering if he would fit in this position.
Vare fit, pressing deep against her womb. Darlene rode him, slowly. His eyes glittered as he watched her.
"Don't know how you'll bite me like this,” she gasped, feeling herself beginning to go over the edge.
"I have a plan,” Vare gasped.
She came in a glorious hard clenching and found herself flying backwards onto the bed and he was on top, without dislodging his length in the move. Vare rammed deep inside her and his teeth struck into the same place he'd bitten before, and it was even more exquisite than before. Her orgasm continued on and on as he drove into her to completion.
Darlene awoke around nine according to the clock on the dresser. She felt dreadful. Her thigh muscles ached, her neck stung and she was horribly sticky.
Vare was asleep, one heavy arm over her midriff. Darlene eased out of bed and found the shower. She stood in the heated spray for a long time, easing the aches. Her jeans and sweatshirt draped over a chair. Her bra and panties in the bathroom waste basket.
When she got out of the shower there was a large glass of orange juice, a chocolate chip muffin and a biscuit and egg sandwich on a tray, along with a multivitamin and a red iron pill.
Darlene was thirsty and hungry, in fact, she felt a little shaky. First, she did a quick check on Brian, who was sleeping peacefully. Ron sat in the overstuffed chair next to the bed, playing his hand held game.
"Did you bring me breakfast?” she whispered.
Ron grinned. “Yeah. I figured you would be hungry, and I heard the shower."
"Thanks."
Darlene returned to the bedroom and ate.
When done she took her tray upstairs and found the kitchen. It was gorgeous, with a stainless steel double fridge, high ceilings and a center island. Several bags from a fast food restaurant sat on the counter. Darlene found a cupboard full of mugs and helped herself to a cup of coffee. She hesitated for a moment, but then went to thank the people who brought her breakfast.
Voices sounded from the next room. Darlene heard a woman laugh and paused. Vare had a woman here? Jealousy rocked her. Vare said I was the first he'd had sex and blood with... She took a deep breath and entered a large family room. Warm, dark red sofas sat at right angles and faced a large flat-screened TV, joined by saddle brown leather recliners. Beyond the theater area, a conversational grouping of overstuffed chairs sat near a picture window with a view of a wide swath of lawn and trees. A sliding glass door led to a redwood deck and pool area, colorful with containers of flowers.
The room seemed to be full of people.
"Hello,” said an older man, who sat next to a middle-aged woman on a love seat. The coffee table in front of them held a partially finished puzzle. “I'm Hal, this is my wife Laura. You must be Darlene."
"Sit down, honey. Today you need to put up your feet and rest.” A young man spoke. He was enormous, wearing a bright blue polo shirt and white shorts. Long black hair hung in beaded cornrows down his back, and he wore thick glasses. He grinned in a friendly way, peering at her through the glasses. A young man, slight and blond, sat in a wheel chair, a fast food breakfast on a wooden TV tray in front of him.
"I'm Devon, this is Michael,” he said. Michael grinned shyly under a mop of gold hair. He was very young, not much older than Brian.
"We all peeked at your son this morning. He is a handsome boy,” Laura said, with a warm smile.
"I'm so worried about him.” Darlene confessed. She sat down in a recliner across from the couch
"Certainly you are, but he is in good hands,” Laura said.
"Yes, the Clan O'Kiernan is the best vampire clan out there. Wealthy, and well run with Vare at the head,” Devon agreed.
"Good vampires, too. Moral.” Hal said. “And good employers."
"Well, except for Vampira.” Laura wrinkled her nose. She got up and let two tiny hairy dogs in through the sliding glass door. “Maybe this new development will get Vampira out of our lives for good.” She glanced toward Darlene and grinned.
Darlene turned pink. They know about the sex. “Vampira?” She had to ask.
"Oh, her name is Veronique. She has a thing for Vare and shows up here every once in a while. Has a very snooty manner,” Hal said.
"So she's Vare's girlfriend?” Darlene choked on a sip of coffee, the hot jealousy returning.
"Oh, no. Nothing as formal as that. I don't think Vare even likes her,” Laura said.
"Who could?” Hal quipped, and they all laughed.
"She's a member of Clan O'Kiernan. Lives in Kansas City. We...” Devon waved a hand around the room, “rotate around the clan, so we all spend a few months with Her Snootiness."
"Veronique is from Russian Royalty. She views us as mere serfs,” Laura explained. “Though she treats us well enough. She values her position in Clan O'Kiernan."
"Vare canceled his last weekend with her. And now there's you,” Michael piped up from his wheel chair. He smiled sweetly, and Darlene returned the smile.
Later, Hal and Laura drove Darlene to her house to change into clean clothes and pack a small suitcase. She called her boss, explaining she had a family emergency and wouldn't be in until Tuesday. As she left her house she grabbed the roll of oatmeal cookie dough she'd made the night before. No reason to let it go to waste. It would give her something to do while she waited for Brian to wake up.
The cookies were a huge hit. It turned out that none of the human staff liked to cook, though they all liked to eat. After a quick trip to the supermarket with Laura, Darlene spent the afternoon simmering spaghetti sauce and making meatballs. The huge kitchen was a joy to work in. Cooking helped keep her mind off her fears for Brian and her longing for Vare.
Darlene was twirling a few strands of spaghetti on a fork, and suddenly she knew Vare was awake, and wanting her.
"Excuse me,” she said. She bolted down the stairs to Vare's bedroom. He was sitting up in bed, the dark sheet draped over his hips.
"Don't come close."
Darlene paused, confused. She could feel his desire for her.
"I will come upstairs and we will talk."
"All right.” Something is wrong. She returned to the dining room but no longer felt like eating.
"Everything all right?” Laura asked. The guys had volunteered to clear the table and load the dishwasher.
"I don't know. I feel so weird. I feel what Vare feels.” He felt...sad and tired.
Laura nodded. “That is the bond. The vampire secretes chemicals from his teeth. It makes a chemical change that leads to a psychic connection between the two of you. It happens to a lesser extent when a vampire feeds from us. Sex makes it much more intense,” Laura spoke gently. “That's why few vampires have human lovers they feed from."
"Yeah,” Ron said as he joined them. “The ‘don't suck and fuck’ rule. You and Vare broke it."
"Is that bad?” Darlene asked. She felt embarrassed talking about it, but she needed to know.
"Could be, though there are human and vampire pairings that work. The big danger is the human can lose free will. In the old days there were vampires that turned their feeders into slaves,” Laura said.
"Oh. The thrall."
"Yes. We don't get there, because we only are fed from three or four times a month. Then every three months blood crews ro
tate to a new household."
"How did you become blood crew?"
"Oh. I married Hal. He's an O'Kiernan, on the human side. So is Ron, he's a distant cousin of Hal's. Devon and Michael are both handicapped, you know. Being blood crew gives them a far better quality of life than trying to live on disability. Especially poor little Michael."
Michael had difficulty using his hands. Devon, the tall young man with waist length cornrow braids, helped him all through dinner.
"Michael and Devon are a couple, in case you didn't notice. They always stay together. They are the nicest kids."
Vare came up the stairs and was greeted warmly by the group.
"Come walk with me in the garden,” he said, and she knew he wanted to speak to her privately, but in plain view of the others.
Chapter Four
They walked into the garden, which was lit with small lights along the pathways, and found a cushioned swing.
"More blood crew will be joining my staff soon, they are traveling now. When Brian awakes, there will be an increase in my blood intake."
"I understand,” she murmured.
"Other vampires live in this area. You saw one briefly at the party house. Jamal. Another vampire, Veronique, can travel here in a day or so. If you allow them to bite you, their venom will lessen the effects of mine."
"You mean have sex with them?” she squeaked.
As soon as she spoke the words her mind flooded with images of herself, in the candlelight. The images came from Vare, from his perspective. Also, sharp fury came from him. She was stunned at both the visuals and his anger.
"You may, of course, have sex with whomever you wish. But I was thinking more about a bite. For the elixir.” Vare spoke through clenched teeth.
Darlene got a flash, a vision, of her own neck, thrown back in ecstasy... she gasped at the wave of exuberant passion.
"Did you just think about my neck? Biting me?"
His nostrils flared. “Yes. I can't stop the thoughts. That is how this situation affects me."
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