"Ooo,” Grace moaned and arched. As she rubbed her body against his, he increased his pace, sucking harder as he pulled her dress down even further.
He released her and she quickly took off the dress, panties and stockings, then reached for him. Their mouths met and fused together as he pressed his body against hers. The sensation of his clothes rubbing against her naked flesh aroused her even more.
"You are overdressed.” She panted as she tried to take off his shirt.
"Not yet. I need to pay you back for what you did in the limo.” His grin told her more than his words as he slid down her body and grabbed her hips. “You are so gorgeous, and smell so good. I need to taste you. I want to make you shatter into a million pieces while I eat you."
Grace shivered as his breath brushed against her mons. Spreading her legs, she waited for him to make the next move. He didn't disappoint her. Dylan spread her labia open and pressed his thumb against her clit.
"Oh.” She gasped and widened her legs.
"I love how responsive you are. Every little touch from me draws such delicious noises from you."
Before she could say anything, he licked her clit, then sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while he rubbed his thumbs over her slick folds. She cried out when he pulled away, afraid he was leaving, but he adjusted his position and nibbled at her clit before licking his way lower and slipping his tongue inside her.
Grace tried not to clamp her legs together as he moaned into her pussy. Tingles spread down her legs and up her spine as he plunged his tongue within her depths, then licked along her folds and nibbled and sucked at her clit.
Unable to catch her breath, Grace panted as she lifted her hips, moving against his talented mouth. “Sweet mother!” she shrieked as her body began to spasm, her inner muscles trying to clamp onto his tongue.
Dylan plunged first one finger, then two within her core and crooked them. Grace moved her head back and forth as the sensations increased to impossibly high heights. His mouth clamped on her clit and sucked hard. With a scream, she exploded into those very million pieces he'd mentioned earlier.
"Mmm,” he moaned, the sound vibrating against her clit.
Grace bucked against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Part of her hoped she didn't hurt him, the rest of her said screw it and tightened even more around his fingers as she continued to come while he thrust his digits inside her harder and faster.
Shaking, Grace locked her legs around his shoulders and fisted her hands in the comforter as he relentlessly continued to manipulate her clit with his tongue and teeth.
"Dylan, mercy, please. Dear Goddess, have mercy."
"You taste so good, but I can't wait until that tight pussy of yours milks my cock instead of my fingers. I want you to come all over me again and again until you are spent. Then I want to feast on your juices and fuck you with my mouth again."
He chuckled, but slowly withdrew his fingers and lapped at her juices, moaning and groaning while he licked and sucked at her. His sounds of pleasure excited her again. The sweet tension began to build once more.
Who'd have known that she would like conversation during sex, let alone the dirty talk like he seemed to like. While she still had her wits, she looked down at him and said, “You know, that was wonderful and all, but where are these new and unique forms of pleasure you promised me?"
Eyes gleaming, Dylan looked up at her with a grin that made her shiver. He looked like he was up to no good, and she couldn't wait to find out how wonderful it would feel.
"First, I need to be buried deep inside you. I can't wait any longer, Grace. If I don't fuck you now, I'll have cum coming out my ears."
Laughter bubbled up inside her and poured out as Dylan smiled at her and slid up her body. But when he plunged his cock deep inside her in one thrust, she gasped and arched against him.
"I don't know what it is about you, Grace, but I've never met another woman like you. You make me lose control and forget myself. I don't want to hurt you, but you feel so damn tight and good.” He groaned as she tightened her inner muscles.
"Good. I want you to lose control,” she whispered as she rocked against him. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast."
Dylan groaned and dropped his head on her shoulder. “You learn awfully fast."
"Whatever could you possibly mean?” she asked as she feigned an innocent look.
"You know damn well what I mean, you little minx."
Grace grinned and dug her nails into his hips as she moved under him, trying to make him get busy again. Dylan snorted, but resumed his fast, hard thrusts, ramming into her over and over as she tightened around him. Quicker than she thought possible, her body tightened and she careened over the edge into an abyss where she shattered once more. Dylan licked her neck as he filled her with his cock. He rubbed against her sweet spot, making her cry out as she helplessly clutched at him. Screaming his name, she was unprepared for the sharp sting when he bit the side of her neck. She came so hard her vision blurred and her body twitched. The sensations were so overwhelming she moaned and shivered, tingling all over.
Slowly, as her senses returned, Grace realized Dylan was still sucking at her neck. The sensation made her pussy clench around him. Is he giving me a hickey? Then she realized he was making little licking and sucking sounds, like he was feeding on her neck.
"What the fuck?” Did he have a vampire complex or something? Grace shoved at him. “I didn't say you could mark me."
Dylan looked up at her, his eyes glowing as red as embers, and her blood coating his lips and chin. As she watched, his tongue flicked out, licking at the fluid.
"Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess. Not only do you think you're a vampire, but you made me bleed.” Grace swiped at her neck ignoring that inner voice that said his eyes were an unnatural shade.
"Sorry,” he hissed, then cursed as his fangs protruded past his bottom lip. He retracted them, but not before she'd seen them.
Grace screamed and screamed, not knowing what else to do. Then her survival instincts kicked in and she shoved him away. In jerky movements, she climbed out of bed and stepped into her dress. Not bothering to close it, she backed away from him, heading for the door.
"Is this what she meant?” Grace cried out as the doorknob dug into her back. Reaching back, she turned the knob and darted out the door.
"Grace! Wait!” Dylan shouted.
Wait? Does he think I'm stupid? She raced down the steps and to the front door. How in the hell did Josh let me leave with a vampire? This must have been what the fortune teller meant. Dylan must be the man who is either my salvation, or my destruction. Why, oh why did the best lay of my life have to try to literally eat me? She flung open the door and raced outside.
"Grace! Look out!"
His warning registered too late, as something hard hit her and tossed her in the air. She bounced onto a hard surface and lifted into the air again, repeating the actions a few more times before she landed on the ground. Pain so intense she couldn't bear it raced through her body until she mercifully felt everything shutting down. Laying there trying to breathe hurt so bad she wanted to just stop.
Grace closed her eyes and let the hazy warmth wrap around her. A glowing white light surrounded her, and suddenly she couldn't feel anymore pain. Perhaps Dylan wasn't her destruction after all. What hit me? Why do I suddenly feel so weightless? It was then she realized she wasn't in her body anymore.
"Grace!” Dylan's cry reverberated in the driveway.
A car door wrenched open, and Grace's head swiveled that way automatically. She watched in horror as Dylan sank his teeth into a man's neck and ripped at his flesh until he severed the head and tossed it, and the body, aside.
Grace looked down and realized she was floating. A quick glance around revealed her now motionless body face down on the gravel driveway. A black sedan had been her downfall. She looked at the dents on the car where it'd hit her, before she'd bounced across it and slammed into the gr
ound.
Dylan knelt over her body, blood red tears slipping heedlessly down his cheeks. Unable to stop herself, his pain too much for her to stand, Grace floated next to him and dropped her hand on his shoulder. He froze as if he could feel her, and shouted at the stop of his lungs.
"No!” He looked up to the heavens and yelled, “You can't let me find my other half and then take her away from me all in the same night. Grace belongs here with me! I love her. I've always loved her. I want her back, dammit!"
At his words, visions danced through her mind. Dylan and her in another time. He wept over her deathbed as another man tried to get him to leave her. Memories of more past lives flashed before her eyes. She'd chosen not to join Dylan. Not wanting to be one of the undead, Grace had chosen to grow old and die. He'd stayed by her side to the very end. In each and every lifetime.
His pain pierced her heart, and she wept for him. Time and again she'd abandoned him in life, only to be reborn and do it again. The instant love and lust she'd felt for him was genuine. He'd fed on her blood, but he'd never intended to drain her or kill her. She'd overreacted and proven the fortune teller correct. She'd died.
All of a sudden Abigail Montgomery's words made sense. "A man will either be your salvation or your destruction."
"I chose life,” Grace whispered. “I want to be with Dylan."
He scooped her motionless body up into his arms and carried her inside the house. She barely heard his order to have the car and body disposed of as he stalked, still naked, through the house to his bedroom. He set her down gently on the bed and then turned to usher out his housekeeper and other servants who'd gathered at the commotion.
"Leave us,” he ordered and shut the door.
Grace winced as she looked at the desolation on his face. Turning back to look at her body, she knew there was no way she could survive. Her entire body was covered in bruises and cuts. It was a safe guess that her back and neck were broken, as well as her hips. The pain from her last breaths led her to believe her lungs were beyond repair as well.
"You know what to do, Dylan,” she whispered. The only way he could save her was to turn her.
"I'm so sorry, Grace. Please forgive me, but I can't go on without you any longer.” Dylan reached into his nightstand and removed a large silver stake.
"Oh, Goddess. He's been planning on killing himself."
"Yes,” a familiar voice spoke. “But we can't allow that."
Grace turned and faced a beautiful woman dressed in a loose white gown. Straight black hair fell past her shoulders, and a large golden crown that looked like two horns holding a golden stone rested on her head. Brown eyes stared at her. “Isis."
"Yes, daughter."
"I don't understand.” Grace lowered her head and bowed.
"You know who I am and what I am capable of, correct?"
"Of course.” Grace looked up into the face of her beloved Goddess. The goddess of medicine and wisdom; goddess of rebirth. “I don't want to be reborn and continue to make him suffer. Each and every lifetime, he has found me and stayed with me until the very end. I cannot bear to make him suffer any longer. If he kills himself, can we be together again?"
Isis shook her head. “No my dear, I do not want you to be reborn. I want you to become a daughter of the night and continue to worship me. I want you to teach the other vampires about me and Horus, and the others. I believe that you will be the one to bring the vampires into the daylight. Your role is too important to let your life end now. He must remain strong and do what he needs. Can you do what I ask of you? Do you love him enough to live as he is and share my word with others? To be my voice, my messenger? The pain will be great, but the reward more than worth it."
Grace looked back at Dylan and realized what Isis wanted.
"Yes. Yes, I do.” Grace nodded and braced herself, but was still unprepared for the intensity of the pain that swept over her as she was thrust back into her mortal body. Crying out, she opened her eyes and focused on her love. He was the reason she was suffering. Only he could make things right.
"Grace?” He dropped the stake. “But you were ... are ... dead. I don't understand."
"I am giving you a chance,” Isis said as she appeared in the room. “A second chance. This time do things right."
Dylan looked back down at Grace, then up again. “What ... who are you? How did you get in here?"
"I am the Goddess Isis. I have brought your love back to life, but her mortal shell will not hold her long. You know what you must do if you wish to keep her."
Isis vanished and Dylan looked back at Grace. The pain hurt more than she could believe, but one look into Dylan's blue eyes, and she knew it was worth it. But if he didn't hurry, she'd kill him after she was reborn again.
"I love you,” he whispered, peppering kisses on her face. “I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, and for what I almost did."
"Dylan,” Grace moaned. She licked her lips and closed her eyes.
"What, love?” he asked as he leaned so close his breath fanned her cheek.
"Please ... hurry ... hurts.” She coughed, gasping for air as tears poured down her face. If he didn't hurry, she'd die. Again.
"I love you.” Dylan pressed his lips to her, then he buried his face against her neck.
This time she didn't feel anything as he pricked her neck with his fangs, and drank her blood. Lightheaded, she realized he was draining her in order to kill her, but then he would have to make her drink his blood. A weak shudder raced through her body at the notion of drinking the very essence of life.
Something wet pressed against her lips, and Dylan whispered, “Drink. Drink my blood and become one like me. Become one with me. Drink, my love."
This was what her Goddess wanted. This was what she wanted. Grace forced herself to swallow, but choked on the thick, rich fluid. Dylan rubbed her throat and crooned encouraging words as his life force filled her mouth.
Slowly, something began to happen. The pain didn't lessen, but the taste and texture of the blood became addicting as she noticed the sweet and tangy flavor. With a moan, she latched onto Dylan and drank until he pulled away, too soon for her tastes. Grace licked her lips and opened her eyes. She stared into his azure gaze until the first pain shot through her body.
"What?” she cried out as it was followed by another pain, and another.
"You're body is changing. The pain will soon pass, and your wounds will heal. Soon you'll be as good as new."
His hands cradled her face as his lips covered her mouth. Fangs shot out of her mouth and Grace bit down, drawing blood out of his lip.
"Oh my Goddess.” She groaned, but licked at the blood. Breathless, she whispered, “Sorry, Dylan."
"Without you, my life is forfeit. I'd do anything for you, Grace. Take every last drop of blood if you want to. I should have warned you instead of springing the truth on you like that. But you made me lose control, something no other woman has done since I was turned."
"Isis?” Grace asked, looking around the room as she propped herself up on her elbows. Already the pain was easing, and her body felt tired and sore as opposed to feeling as if she'd just been hit by a car.
"She was here. She truly is the Goddess of Magic. I'm sorry I wasn't more willing to believe."
"She brought me back because she has a job for me,” Grace said.
She tried to sit up and winced. Dylan helped her up, but kept his arm around her.
"We need to get more blood into you. The more you feed the quicker you heal. But I don't want to leave you to feed."
"Then don't leave, my love."
Dylan gasped and looked into her eyes.
"Yes, I love you. I am truly sorry that each lifetime before this I chose death over you. I wasn't ready. But now I am, and I have all the memories of those lifetimes. I'm so sorry for all the pain my deaths have caused you. I never meant to hurt you."
"It's all in the past. I would forgive you, but there is nothing to forgive. I love you, Grace. You
're the only one for me."
"I know, as you have always been the one for me."
"And together we shall face whatever it is Isis has in store for you. I'll never leave your side again.” Dylan cupped her face and kissed her, leaving no doubt in her mind that she'd made the right decision.
THE WHEEL
OF FORTUNE
by
Tina Bendoni
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as she signed away the last connection to Darren she had.
Thank God.
She never had to deal with the man or his lawyers ever again. And that was perfectly fine with her. Why she had ever married an ass like him was beyond her.
Because you were young and in love, Sarah. She smiled grimly. God knew she would never make that mistake again.
Sarah pushed the paper over the large oak desk and her lawyer smiled at her.
"It's done. You are finally free. Not to mention rich."
"I never wanted that, Kathy."
Kathy Murphy reached a hand across the large desk to hold hers. “I know you didn't, Sarah, but what he tried to do to you was wrong. There was no way as your lawyer or your friend I was going to let him get away with it."
Sarah grimaced. “But this much?"
Kathy practically glared. “The bastard tried to bribe me and then threatened you. He deserved worse than this. He should be rotting in jail."
"I know. But he didn't actually hurt anyone."
"He might have, Sarah."
Sarah knew Kathy was right. After fifteen years of living with the man, she was pretty sure that if pushed, he would do anything to get what he wanted. The only thing that had saved her was his previous indiscretions. And her proof of them.
She had been perfectly willing to leave everything to him in the divorce. All she had wanted was for him to leave the money her mother left her alone so she could buy a small place to live. She hadn't even asked him for alimony, despite the fact he had forbidden her to work their entire fifteen year marriage.
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