Immortal Fire Series; The Trilogy ~ Eighteen Summers, Severina, Rising Bloodtide

by K. M. Liss

  “Mmmm, you're quite lovely, for a human.”

  “For a human?” She'd obviously recovered her wits enough to giggle curiously at his rather strange compliment.

  “I meant, you're a lovely woman. My tongue has a mind of its own at times,” he corrected himself with a witty double meaning, giving her his characteristic devilishly sexy look from under his heavy brows and lashes. Then he stared into her openly adoring eyes, flashing her a blinding, yellowed blaze and hooking her mind completely. “Come on honey, let's take a walk.”

  “Sure.”

  She left her open mouthed friends without a word of explanation as he took her hand and led her away. They stopped at his sexy new BMW, he unlocked it, and she climbed in without hesitation. He leaned over and kissed her deeply and she wound her arms around his neck passionately. For the first time ever, he wondered why he bothered with vampire women. Take away intoxicated hot food and sex was far more to his liking and he could even choose the packaging it came in.

  If he couldn't have her, the one who made his world stop spinning with just one look at her face, then this lookalike replacement would do just fine for now.

  He drove home, stroking Esther's leg from time to time and complimenting her on just about everything. Not that she would have cared one way or the other. She was under his spell. But he felt the need to fill the silence with something. He parked his BMW next to Luigi's flashy red Lotus Elise with an annoyed sigh. It took a moment for him to realise that Sevi was still inside it, as the windows were so heavily tinted. He focused hard and could see her wrapped around Luigi. His stomach seized up tightly at the thought of them together. It was sickening and almost made him throw up his wine with disgust.

  She should be with me, tucked up in my bed, doing crazy things to me, not out here fondling this fat old creep.

  He hoped to God she was only feeding off him. He got out of the car with Esther and beckoned her around his side. He tapped on the Lotus window and looked inside forcing himself to be civilised and ready to give her a dose of her own medicine.

  “Hey Sevi. Have a nice evening. Don't come back too soon. I have company,” he gestured at Esther waiting impatiently at his side. Sevi unwrapped herself from her date, opened the door and got out to face him, closely followed by a ruffled pink faced Luigi.

  “Actually I've changed my mind. I was just telling dearest Luigi I fancy an early night. I'm tired. Don't be too noisy my love,” she replied with a smirk. Then she slinked off in her far too short dress, back to their apartment. His mind swam with jealousy as he watched her walk away, arm in arm, with their beaming besotted neighbour who was swinging a pair of long boots in his hand.

  “Who's she?” Esther asked in a breathless daze, watching her retreating form.

  “Severina, she shares my apartment.”

  “My God! She is so fucking pretty, what the hell is she doing with him?”

  “Yeah, you can say that again,” he agreed wholeheartedly. He looked at Esther critically. There really was no comparison between Severina and this human. Sevi's looks, her mannerisms, her style, and her off the scale sex appeal were all driving him crazy. His heart beat wildly and his stomach churned with such need of her it took his breath away.

  “Are you and her, you know...? Together sometimes?”

  “No,” he spat out the word a little too harshly and Esther looked at him quizzically.

  Not yet anyway. But we fucking will be.

  “Those legs and that face. She could be a supermodel. Is she signed?”

  “Not that I know of. Look Esther, sorry about this but I don't feel that great. Can I run you back to the bar? I'll see you another time.”

  “Oh no, really?” Her face dropped with disappointment, but he didn't care about this human's sentiments. Other things were boiling up fast.

  “Yeah, I've got a bad head suddenly. I get them now and then. It's food related,” he half lied. In truth, despite the big glass of Pinot Noir, he did still feel a little light headed, due to his need for a feed.

  “Look, don't worry. It's fine. Just drop me home. I only live five minutes away. Can you drive that far? ” She said in a resigned, but understanding tone.

  He drove her home, falsely assuring her he'd see her again, and then quickly fed from her when he kissed her goodnight amorously at her door. He believed in treating his human acquaintances with care. After all, you never knew when you may need their services, one way or another. Other humans were another matter entirely. The anonymous masses were food, pure and simple. Although he hadn't knowingly killed anyone, he was pretty sure he had overfed many times in the past. It was so easy to get carried away. He did try to control himself to a degree, as it wouldn't be a good idea to leave a trail of bloodless corpses all over the city. Vampires needed their invisibility for their long term survival.

  He carried Esther inside using her key to unlock the main door to her building and placed her upright on the chair in the foyer. He sat patting her hand reassuringly as she recovered and explained she had passed out on him. He humoured her, very convincingly, that he knew he had exceptional looks and was an expert kisser, but he'd never had anyone pass out on him as a result of that, and he was most flattered. After accompanying her inside her apartment, trying his best to be gentlemanly, although it was most difficult for him, he drove back hastily making his way up the stairs quickly and into their apartment ready for a Sevi showdown.

  He barged into her room without knocking and loomed over her. She was lying in her tantalising black skimpy outfit, propped up on her pillows like a goddess of seduction, reading a large book.

  “Do you mind? I was just becoming settled and engrossed in my tale.”

  “No, I don't fucking mind at all.”

  “Well I do! Had enough of your mortal fun already?”

  “Obviously you have.”

  “Mmmm, he was rather dull and far too overweight for my taste. You were right. I should not have entertained the idea. I suppose the trip in his hot car was worth the price of his fevered hands wandering all over me. And I did get my dinner served up readily when we took a detour to his shoe factory. Do you like my new boots by the way?” She gestured to a pair of high heeled sexy black patent boots lying on the floor.

  Suddenly, his mind couldn't take it anymore and his mouth took over. He couldn't stop it from running amok.

  “Sevi, stop playing with me. Tell me what you want and I'll do it. I'd do anything for you.” He wished he could have bitten his tongue off. This wasn't the way he wanted it to go. Begging her like this.

  “You would?” Her eyes glinted with victory, subtle sparks of yellow warming them up.

  “Anything you desire,” he replied in a soft sexy drawl feeling a little hopeful at her tone.

  “You'd rub my feet for two hours non stop?”

  “Yes, I'd love to. Can I kiss them too?” He couldn't wait to get those perfectly sweet toes in his mouth.

  “Perhaps... And you'd read me Lord of the Rings in bed? I do so love the Ring Wraiths, the delicious Lord Sauron and his blazing fiery yellow eye. I feel such an affinity with the dark side of Middle Earth, don't you?”

  Reading a fucking book? She's gotta be joking!

  “I'll read whatever you want and I must admit I haven't ever read Lord of the Rings. I suppose it'll be an education for me.”

  “And perhaps you could suck all my fingers, one by one after that? I have a finger fetish. They are so sensitive.” The thought of sucking those divine little fingers with those heavenly red nails almost made him come on the spot.

  “Now you're talking. Can I do that first?”

  “No. I am in the mood for some more of those ghastly, annoying Hobbits. Here you go. Come sit next to me and begin where I have placed my bookmark.” She thrust the large volume at him and he sighed to himself wearily as he felt its weight in his hands. He suddenly realised how much he had to do in order to earn her affections. He opened it with dread. Reading wasn't his strong point, especially as
he was dying to fuck her. His mind was shot to pieces.

  He lay down at her side and began reading in a bland, hypnotising tone as he tried to concentrate on the ocean of words before him.

  He woke up with a start as the book slid off his legs and landed with a thump on the floor. She was lying asleep in his arms, her face almost touching his. He could feel the slow and soft puffs of warm breath coming from her slightly open mouth.

  Dare he? Fuck yes! All that reading deserved a kiss in payment. A long deep one.

  He moved an inch closer and touched his lips to hers, savouring their softness before he pushed it further. A lot further in fact. She murmured sleepily against his mouth and pulled him tightly to her.

  “Raffaele my love...” Her words were like a bucket of ice cold water on his head. He got up and left her abruptly. There was no way he was kissing someone who wanted another so badly that she dreamed about him, even if his rival was dead. His head and heart sunk with feelings of hurt and jealousy. How could he compete with a dead vampire? And worse still, one he himself had made into a hero, of sorts.

  “Fuck it. Actually, fuck my whole life!” he announced to himself in angry frustration as he stood in his room.

  “What's the matter?” Her voice startled him and he turned to find her standing behind him.

  “Nothing, what could possibly be the matter?” he asked in a sarcastic, hurt tone.

  “What happened? I felt you kiss me and then you left suddenly.”

  “Sevi, you called me Raffaele. I do have my pride.”

  “I did? I am so sorry. I don't know why I did that. I wasn't thinking of him at all. It was simply habit, I guess. He was in my life for a long time Saba.”

  “You're not lying to me are you?”

  “No. My head is filled with someone else these days, someone very near to me.”

  “Oh yes, now who might that be?” He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her close.

  “Mmmm...” She traced her finger along his jaw and down his neck. “Someone who read me eight long chapters of Lord of the Rings before he fell asleep completely exhausted. Such dedication.”

  “It was very challenging. Maybe you could read some to me later.”

  She took hold of his hand and with a sly smile started to lead him back to her room.

  “Much later I feel. Because, I was just thinking, my fingers and feet need some urgent attention. Come along now and warm me up.”

  His mind spun wildly for a moment. His arousal grew rapidly with her intimate suggestions as he followed his obsession back to her room. She sat on the bed and patted the space next to her, gesturing for him to sit.

  “We both know who and what we want. Don't we?” she asked in a sultry tone, her eyes heavy with desire.

  “Well I fucking do.”

  “So do I. Now, fingers first. I'll let you off the foot rub. Then you can do whatever you want with me. Absolutely anything. But I have to warn you, I can be very dominant in bed. You'll have to be rather firm with me to stop me taking over.”

  “Are you for real?” His head spun with such desire he felt dizzy.

  Could she be any more fuckable?

  “Get sucking honey,” she demanded and held out her hand.

  He took her forefinger inside his mouth like a starving man who had been offered a divine meal and sucked sensuously. His eyes closed with heated sensations coursing through him, and he let the taste and feel of her consume him. She gasped and let out a long sigh of pleasure. He pulled it out with a pop and started on the next tasty morsel. By the time he had sucked his way through one edible little hand she was writhing on the bed in a state of rapture. He was harder than an iron rod, painfully so, and dying to get her dress off and inside her luscious body.

  “Don't fucking stop...” She ordered loudly, glaring at him with passionate need.

  He started on the next hand and she moaned repeatedly, arching her back and thrashing about in wild abandon. His eyes widened in surprise as she suddenly came in a snarling, sparkling, red eyed blast while he finished off her thumb.

  “Whoa, Sevi darling, you really do have sensitive fingers, don't you?”

  “One moment... Please...” She managed to groan as she lay gasping, licking her fangs in bliss. He'd never felt so completely enamoured with anyone in his entire life! He gave her ten seconds. That was the most he could manage.

  “You've had your moment. Take your dress off or I'll rip it off you.”

  “Rip it... and make sure you rip it really, really hard.” Her eyes locked onto his.

  “I think I'm going to like this so very much.”

  “So am I.”

  He took hold of her dress with one hand, and held her down with the other, and then with one harsh tug the dress tore away noisily, the seams ripping apart. He gasped with lust at the perfect body that lie underneath.

  “Baby...! Let me get at you.”

  “Not if I get at you first.”

  She tore his clothes off in a wild frenzy. She growled deeply at him and sprung on him like a mountain lion attacking her prey, biting him neatly on the neck and sucking so hard it made him gasp with pain. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head away, biting her shoulder and throwing her body onto the bed in a heated passion. His hand slid between her legs and probed the through the slick wetness. His finger pushed up hard and fast, slipping inside her body.

  “So, I can do anything, can I?” He grinned licking one of his fangs suggestively, his eyes glowing and bright.

  “I insist. Whatever comes into your handsome head Saba.”

  His finger jerked out and the next second he thrust his cock inside her deeply. She gasped loudly with the sudden large pressure of him and he smiled in satisfaction.

  “Nice?” He asked, tongue in cheek. It certainly felt nice to him.

  “I do so like a man of depth.”

  “One second...”

  He thrust harder and forced himself more fully inside.

  God, could anything feel better than being deep inside his lifelong obsession?

  “Deep enough for you, honey?”

  “Mmmm. Depth matters, at least to me. And you are a deep and sizeable man. What more could I possibly want?”

  “Right, then shut up and feel me work you real hard girl.”

  He smothered her mouth with his and set about her with a real passion. He stroked her neck, teased her ears with his teeth, and pulled at her hair whilst giving her a really deep and hard experience at the other end.

  She was more than a little surprised at his bedroom demeanour. He had appeared to be much milder in nature outside of it. She smiled broadly as he took control of them with great strength and enthusiasm. It seemed like she might have got more than she bargained for with Saba. What a delightful dark horse he was. She closed her eyes in pleasure and submitted to him. There was plenty of time for her to be her forceful self later on. Right now she was enjoying his forceful self immensely.

  She draped her arms around his neck and sighed as he assaulted her pleasure zone with reckless abandon. It was so brutally blissful she felt as high as a kite.

  He suddenly stopped and withdrew from her. She slowly and lazily opened her eyes to find him lying at her side, propped on his elbow, looking at her.

  “And?”

  “I'm taking a break and having a look-see.”

  “So, do you think you like what you see?” she asked whimsically.

  “What's not to like?” He sighed deeply and smiled in a way that melted her heart somehow. He fixed his eyes onto hers in a blatant and unblinking stare.

  “Things are looking very pleasant to me too,” she said softly, trailing her heated gaze up and down him openly.

  “I don't doubt it,” he said seriously, his eyes burning into hers.

  She laughed at his conceit. She liked a confident man.

  She ran her finger down his face and arm slowly, their eyes locked in a yellow fevered inferno.

  “Come, you need to keep my fire burni
ng.”

  “A slow fire burns the longest.”

  “If you didn't look so hot, maybe I could burn slower.”

  “It's not just looks, is it?” he asked cryptically. His face was dark and brooding as he continued to stare at her.

  “I'm not sure what you mean Saba.”

  “Looks and us. You're the hottest looking female I have ever known, but you're far more than that to me.”

  She was suddenly breathing heavily, her heart started racing.

  “Yes, it's more than looks for me too.”

  “Then let's stop playing rough and tough games and show it, hmmm?”

  “Saba, I....” she started to protest. She rather liked their rough and tough behaviour so far.

  “Shhhh, no more talk Sevi my love. Kiss me and really mean it. We need closeness and each other far more than another hard and wild fuck.”

  Saba, if you only but knew it, you've just taken the air from my lungs.

  Stunned by his open words of affection, she leaned towards him and brushed his mouth gently with hers. How her lips tingled with pleasure. Her heart was fluttering in her chest like a wild hummingbird's wings in flight. They kissed each other softly and gently, touching faces, moaning with pure delight, and murmuring each other's names.

  She had played soft with Raffaele before. It was her favourite game. But it had always been just that, a game, another side of their sex games. This was different and she wasn't playing sex games anymore. As he wrapped his arms around her, she felt like she was one with him, fused in mind and body.

  His lips moved over her face, kissing every part thoroughly. She lay back and took his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers gently, pulling him towards her. This time he took her slowly, watching her face in a solemn, silent moment of deep intimacy. There were no witty comments and no jokes or harsh words. Raw feelings filled her to the brim and she could hardly breathe as they washed around her, whipping through her mind. She had never felt anything like it. If she could cry real tears she certainly would have.

  “I feel so strange inside.”