DARK ANGEL'S SURRENDER

by I. T. Lucas

  Bracing on her hands, she lifted herself and pulled her legs up. When her feet were on the counter, she pushed up and turned around, leaning against the mirror and pushing her ass out.

  The panties were thong style, tied with a little bow at the back. All Jackson had to do was tug on that bow, and they would fall off.

  After all, it was a bridal set.

  Jackson gasped. “Dear Fates. I have to take a picture of that.”

  What the hell? That wasn’t what she’d expected. “Don’t you dare! I don’t want pictures of my butt all over the Internet.”

  “I’ll erase it as soon as I show it to you. I bet you have no idea how hot you look.”

  Naturally, she’d checked herself in the mirror when she’d put them on, but not from the angle Jackson was seeing now. “Okay. Just one.”

  He pulled out his phone and snapped three in quick succession, then handed her the phone. “You can erase them yourself when you’re done.”

  Wow, that was one hell of a view. Slightly lewd, since the thong didn’t cover much, but sexy as hell.

  Damn, she was turning herself on.

  Tessa erased the pictures, crouched down on the counter, and reached behind her to hand Jackson his phone back.

  “Stay like that,” he hissed, cupping her butt cheeks in his large hands.

  She looked at him over her shoulder. “Are you going to pull on the bow?”

  He answered with a growl, catching the little white bow between his front teeth, which were now framed by his huge fangs, and pulled. The thong fell off, leaving her naked save for the bra.

  “I’m going to eat you up like that.” Holding her in place, Jackson dipped his head, extended his tongue, and treated her to a long lick. “Yum. So tasty.”

  Panting, Tessa leaned her head against the mirror and surrendered to pleasure.

  Chapter 37: Jackson

  Tessa was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm as Jackson lifted her off the counter and hugged her to him, careful not to squash her. But it was hard not to tighten his arms around her when he was overflowing with emotions.

  Every time he brought her to a climax felt like a triumph, hers as well as his. Especially one that had left her boneless like she was now.

  “Ready for your bath, kitten?”

  She opened her bliss-glazed eyes and cupped his cheek. “Could you take off my bra first?”

  He bent to plant a soft kiss on her lips. With his fangs at full length, he needed to be extra careful not to nick her. “Of course.”

  Holding her with one arm, he snapped the bra open with his other and tossed it on the counter next to those sexy panties he was going to keep as a souvenir.

  “I’ll dip your tush first. Tell me if the temperature is okay.” He lowered her gently into the water.

  “It’s good.”

  Jackson lowered Tessa all the way until she was sprawled comfortably in the bathtub, then shucked his clothes and joined her. Slipping in behind her instead of taking the spot across from her as the tub’s design suggested, he hugged her close and nuzzled her neck. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails with, but he didn’t want to rush her. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d suffered a woodie and the way it was nestled between her ass cheeks it was getting even harder.

  Tessa rested her head on his chest and sighed. “You’re so good to me.”

  “And you’re to me.”

  She chuckled. “Not really. You just treated me to an orgasm that left me boneless, while you’re still sporting a boner.”

  “I’m a patient man.”

  “Yes, you are. And a wonderful one.” She turned in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest. “How about we get out of here and put that king-sized bed to good, rigorous use?”

  He kissed her cute little nose. “You can barely move. I think you need to rest a little.”

  “Not necessarily. It’s not as if I’m going to do much work out there. My only job is to moan loudly as you pound into me.”

  The image she’d just painted in his mind had his cock twitch and release a bead of moisture. Tessa was definitely over her aversion to sex and anything that had to do with it.

  A few weeks ago he would’ve never believed she could talk like that.

  “Is that what you want? Just a pounding?”

  “Is there anything else?”

  There was still so much he could teach her. “Plenty. Though eventually it all leads to that.”

  Even through the water, he could smell the flare in her desire his words brought about.

  Her eyes hooded, she trailed a finger down his chest. “I want everything. But most of all I’m looking forward to the pounding.”

  Jackson didn’t need any more prodding. Lifting Tessa with him, he stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel.

  “I love how strong you are.” She had her arms wrapped around his neck.

  He put the towel on the counter, then set Tessa on top of the folded towel, and grabbed another, wrapping it quickly around her.

  His girl got chilled easily. He couldn’t allow that to happen.

  Once he had Tessa cocooned in two towels with only her head peeking out, Jackson pulled one for himself.

  “I can’t move my arms,” she complained.

  “But you’re warm. I’ll unwrap you when you’re under the blanket.”

  “Can we light the fire?”

  Done toweling himself dry, Jackson dropped his bath sheet on the floor and lifted Tessa up together with her towel cocoon. “Good idea. It will make the room all warm and cozy for my girl who doesn’t like to be cold.”

  Stretching her neck up, she kissed the underside of his jaw. “Did I tell you how much I love you?”

  “Once or twice. But I can never get enough.” He put her down on one side of the bed, lifting the thick, down-filled comforter with the other. “Okay, kitten, on three.” He helped her out of the towels and under the blanket.

  “It’s cold. Can you get in and warm me up?”

  “Don’t you want me to start the fire first?”

  “Later.”

  He was fine with that. Getting under the blanket with a naked Tessa wasn’t a hard sell.

  “Come here, baby.” He wrapped himself around her small body. She was so tiny. At six feet two inches, he was a tall guy. Were they going to fit?

  He would’ve been really worried if Tessa were a virgin.

  “Jackson?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m not on any contraceptives. Are we going to use a condom?”

  “No. I told you what Bridget said. The bite has to come together with intercourse.”

  “I thought she meant the act.”

  “I have to get my seed inside you at the same time as my venom.”

  “What if I get pregnant?”

  “Very unlikely. Immortals don’t procreate much.”

  “I’m still a mortal.”

  “But I’m not. And I haven’t gotten anyone pregnant yet.”

  “You did it without condoms?”

  He shrugged. “I can’t get or transmit diseases. All I had to do was push a little thrall to let them think I had protection when I didn’t, and no one got pregnant.”

  “That’s because all those girls are on the pill or something else.”

  It was going to kill him, but if she wanted to get contraceptives first, he was okay with going home without consummating their union. They had managed up until now, they would manage a few more days.

  “Do you want to get pills first? We don’t have to do it tonight. What’s one more week, right?”

  “No way in hell. If you’re willing to chance it, then I am too.”

  Fates, what a relief. “I am. And if by some miracle I put a baby in you, I will not mind it at all.”

  “Me neither,” Tessa whispered into his chest.

  Chapter 38: Tessa

  A baby.

  Images of her and Jackson with their baby popped behind Tessa’s closed eyelids, and there was
nothing but joy in them. She would finally have a family of her own. Not an adopted family, not a foster family, but totally hers.

  It would be wonderful.

  That didn’t mean she would be devastated if she didn’t conceive on their first try. They had plenty of time, and Tessa wanted to transition first.

  Nathalie and Andrew had had a hell of a time worrying about the baby because Nathalie had gotten pregnant as a human. On the other hand, conception was much more difficult for immortals. Tessa’s chances would drop significantly after her transition.

  She kissed Jackson's chest. “Whatever happens, happens. Your Fates are going to decide.”

  He cupped her breast and thumbed the nipple. “I don’t trust them. They do as they please, and our prayers fall on deaf ears, but there isn’t much I can do about it other than helping along with lots and lots of sex, that is.” He waggled his brows.

  She could live with that. “Starting tonight.”

  “Yes.” His eyes blazed in the dark room. “Are you all warmed up?” He started pulling the blanket down, exposing her breasts.

  “I am, but my nipples are getting cold.”

  “Not for long.”

  With a gentle push, Jackson turned her on her back, and covered her body with his. Bracing on his forearms, he looked into her eyes and waited.

  It took her a moment to realize what he was waiting for.

  He was on top of her, his big body pressing hers into the mattress, a position that used to freak her out because she couldn’t stand being trapped under a man’s body. Except, the fear was so completely gone that she’d forgotten she’d ever had a problem with that. All she felt was love, acceptance, and simmering arousal.

  Tessa smiled and wrapped her arms around Jackson’s neck, pulling him even closer, so his entire weight was pressing into her. He wasn’t too heavy, he was just perfect, feeling wonderful on top of her. She could stay like this forever. “Kiss me,” she breathed.

  He took her lips gently, his tongue flicking over them in a playful request for entry, then getting bolder when she granted it. His kisses were still gentle as he moved to her neck, then her collarbone, and then slid down her body to take one aching nipple into his hot mouth while his fingers teased the other.

  How the hell was he doing it? Being so patient with her and holding back the inferno she was seeing in his blazing eyes?

  His erection hadn’t eased since he’d brought her to a shattering climax in the bathroom. Jackson was no doubt desperate to get inside her, but he was taking the time to give her slow and sweet, showing her love with every touch, every caress.

  Threading her fingers through his silky blond hair, she whispered, “I love you.”

  His mouth left her nipple with a plop. “I know, kitten. I love you too.”

  “I’m ready,” she said.

  He shook his head. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  Even if she wasn’t before, she was now. Bossy Jackson was sexy as hell, especially since his bossiness was always about ensuring her pleasure.

  He was such a giver.

  Resuming his suckling on her other nipple, he pushed a hand down to her center, first just cupping it possessively, then trailing a finger down her drenched folds.

  She groaned as he pushed a finger inside her, the muscles in her sheath clamping around it. He pulled it out, dragging the moisture up to her throbbing bundle of nerve endings, then circling it without actually touching. A moment later, he came back with two fingers, pumping a few times, and then pulling out to smear more juices before resuming the maddeningly slow circling.

  Waiting for his invasion, she was on the verge of climax, panting breathlessly. But instead of his shaft, he used three fingers to stretch her wide.

  Tessa knew he was doing what he thought was best to prepare her, but fingers weren’t what she needed.

  “I want you inside me when I come.”

  As he lifted his head from her breast and looked up at her, Jackson’s conflicting emotions were all over his face. There was lust, and need, and love, but also fear. He didn’t want to hurt her, to trigger a panic attack, and she didn’t know how to reassure him that it wasn’t going to happen.

  Cupping his cheeks, she held his gaze as she gave it her best. “Right now, there is nothing in the world I want more than for you to fill me so completely that I wouldn’t know where you end and I begin. Make us one, Jackson, I don’t want to wait another second.”

  She watched as the last of his fears dissipated from his eyes, and all that was left was love and lust.

  That was how she wanted him to look at her for the rest of their lives. No longer as the broken doll who had to be handled with care, but a woman who loved him and lusted after him.

  A true partner, not a fix-up project.

  Jackson fisted his shaft and guided it to her entrance, but he didn’t immediately push in, as she’d expected. Rubbing the velvety smooth hard length over her slit, he coated it in her juices, teasing her for a few moments longer before pushing in with just the very tip.

  There was no panic, just an intense craving for more.

  His eyes were locked on her face as he pushed another inch in.

  It was a tight fit, but delightfully so. Her own eyes hooded with desire, she let out a moan that was a mix of pleasure and relief.

  Finally, Jackson was inside her, and it felt perfect.

  Encouraged by her moan, he pushed a little deeper and stopped again.

  Was she half full or half empty?

  Tessa lifted her butt off the mattress, impaling herself on another couple of inches before he stopped her with a hand on her chest, pushing her back down. “Patience, kitten.”

  “I’m all out.” She clutched at his shoulders, letting him feel her short nails.

  That broke the last of Jackson’s resistance, and he surged all the way in, filling her completely.

  For long moments, they just clung to each other, savoring the unbelievable feeling of connection, of oneness. It was more than desire, more than love, it was magical.

  “I love you so much,” Jackson breathed.

  He was so tall that lying down they couldn’t be face to face unless he folded himself. As it was, her face was pressed against his pecs. Tessa put her lips on them, kissing, licking, nipping, she couldn’t get enough of him.

  Bracing on his forearms, he lifted his torso and looked down at where they were joined. Moving with shallow thrusts, he watched himself going in and out of her, his expression one of awe.

  His blue eyes shining with inner light and his fangs long and pointy, Jackson would’ve looked terrifying to anyone but her.

  To Tessa, he was just breathtakingly beautiful. There was nothing about him that she feared. She loved everything, accepted everything, and would have not changed a single thing about him.

  There was only one of him in the world, and he was hers.

  As Tessa spread her legs wider, taking more of him inside, Jackson lifted his head then dipped it again to kiss her, the force and tempo of his thrusts increasing.

  His control was admirable.

  Still holding back, he was increasing the ferocity in small increments instead of going all out, making sure not to overwhelm her. His reserve was sweet and considerate, but at the same time, it implied that he still saw her as a broken doll.

  Tessa felt a tinge of disappointment, but then pushed it away. It might have had nothing to do with her past. After all, she was still a fragile human, while he was a super strong immortal who could easily break her if he weren’t careful.

  She bucked into him, meeting every thrust with one of her own and spurring him on.

  He threw her a wicked grin before adding a slight spin to his forward thrusts that had him rubbing against an ultra-sensitive spot inside her.

  “Oh, my, God, oh, oh!” she exclaimed as her climax started building up momentum at a ferocious pace. Reaching the point of no return, she let it wash over her in wave after wave of electrical currents that wer
e shocking in their intensity.

  As her inner walls clamped around his shaft, Jackson emitted a feral snarl, and his restrained snapped. His hard pounding wringing another orgasm out of her, he erupted inside her, pouring his essence into her for long moments until she was overflowing with it.

  But that wasn’t the end of it. Just when she thought he couldn’t have any more in him, Jackson cupped her head, tilted it sideways, and with a hiss struck her throat.

  A split second of pain, and then unimaginable bliss.

  Chapter 39: Kian

  Up on the roof of his keep, Kian awaited his mother’s arrival with Syssi at his side.

  He was grateful. Syssi could’ve easily wriggled out of having to welcome his mother, but she hadn’t, taking the day off and in doing so forcing Amanda to do the same.

  After all, the daughter could do no less than the daughter-in-law.

  His sister, however, was late as usual. Not much of a welcoming committee if she arrived after Annani had landed.

  “Are you cold?” Kian glanced down at Syssi who huddled close to him.

  She wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her cheek to his chest. “A little. But mostly I’m tired. Someone didn’t let me sleep much last night.”

  He smirked. “Guilty as charged.” In preparation for his mother’s impending visit, Kian had been in desperate need of lowering his stress levels a notch, and there was nothing that could do it better and faster than a night of wild sex with his wife. “Do you want to go back inside? I’ll tell Annani that you are waiting to welcome her in the penthouse. You could lie down for a few minutes. Fates know you will not get a chance once she is here.”

  His mother was a very demanding lady and an attention-hogger. He was so glad he had Syssi to take some of the burden of dealing with her off his shoulders.

  Annani would’ve driven him crazy. She still might.

  “I think I hear the chopper,” Syssi said.

  “I’ll call Amanda and tell her to hurry up.”

  “Tell her to bring me a jacket.”