"What just happened?" she asked, sounding afraid and damn near breaking his heart.
His Danni wasn't afraid, brave, but never afraid and he hated seeing her like this. She looked so close to crying and he knew that would bother her more than being afraid.
"Just a little bloodlust, Danni, but it's over now," he said, dragging the tip of his cock down her slit and giving her the distraction that she needed.
She tried to keep her eyes on him even as she licked her lips hungrily and shifted her hips to force his piercing to rub her just where she needed it. Her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, but she forced them to open as she supported herself on one arm as she cupped his cheek with the other.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, her voice breaking even as pleasure threatened to take over.
"No, baby," he said, shaking his head as he leaned up to brush his lips against hers. "You didn't hurt me. Just relax and let me take care of you," he said, lazily tracing her soaked slit with the head of his cock as his other hand gently massaged her ass.
A soft moan escaped her parted lips as she flexed her hips back and forth, clearly enjoying herself. "We shouldn't be doing this, Caine," she said in a breathy whisper.
"Want me to stop, baby?"
She licked her lips as she shook her head, panting loudly as her body trembled above his. "I'd have to kill you at this point if you did," she said tightly before she released another one of those breathy moans that he was starting to love.
"Then I think I'll take back over," he said with a groan as he stopped what he was doing to wrap his arms around her and roll over.
He didn't waste any time in taking what he wanted. As soon as her back hit the cold ground he moved his mouth between her breasts and pressed a kiss before turning his head and licking the side of her breast. She hugged his head tightly against her as she let out another one of those throaty moans that he loved and he decided then and there that he was going to have to leave her with a satellite phone on top of that mountain because phone sex with this woman was going to be a must.
"I'm not on birth control, Caine," she said, sounding out of breath as she spread her legs wider, cradling him perfectly as he lay on top of her. He propped himself up on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off her.
He could feel her hot and wet against his stomach and shifted slightly so that his hard cock lay across her slit, giving her something to grind against and grind she did.
"We don't need it, baby," he said as he licked around the tight pink nipple.
She stilled beneath him. "I don't want kids, Caine."
He flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple. "Neither do I," he said, shooting her a look of warning. She better not change her mind because he wasn't having it. It was bad enough that Danni had been a bit of a weakness for him for so many years, he sure as hell wasn't going to give his enemies something they could use against him like a child. He didn't want to curse any child with a never ending existence.
"Then you'll have to pull out," she said firmly, squirming beneath him in a desperate attempt to pull his cock inside of her.
Shaking his head, he latched onto her nipple, making her back bow and lift off the ground. Before she dropped back against the ground he thrust, entering the tightest, hottest hold he'd ever experienced in his life.
Danni's hold on him tightened as she widened her legs impossibly further and moved against him. He gave her nipple one last lick before he shifted so that he could watch her as she moved beneath him. He'd never allowed another woman to control anything in bed before, but with Danni he was helpless to stop her.
He loved the look of rapture on her face as she slowly slid down his cock until only the tip remained inside and then flexed her hips to take him all the way back in. For several pleasurable moments he allowed her to call the shots while he watched her. She was so beautiful, he thought as he leaned down and took her mouth.
This kiss was different from the last one. This kiss was slow, but no less hungry as they explored each other's mouths. He loved it when she ran the tip of her tongue over his. It was like a shot straight to his cock. When he couldn't take any more he slowly thrust forward, meeting her halfway before they pulled apart and did it all over again.
Their rhythm and movements were perfect. It felt like they'd had a century of making love behind them instead of this being the first time. Everything about this woman was made for him and him alone. She felt so perfect in his arms and he knew that it was only going to get better in time.
"Don't forget to pull out," she said against his mouth.
"No need," he said, panting hard as he nibbled on her bottom lip, "you're not ovulating." If she had been he would have pleasured her with his mouth and fingers and simply used her mouth for relief. He stayed the hell away from ovulating women. He didn't trust pulling out, condoms or birth control, accidents happened and he'd be damned if he was stuck with a permanent weakness for the rest of his life. Make that two permanent weaknesses, he thought as he looked into Danni's beautiful red eyes as they thrust against each other.
"Harder," she cried into his mouth as her movements became frantic and he felt her walls clamp down tightly around him.
His fingers dug into the ground as he did just that. For years he had to hold back with women, but he would never have to do that with Danni. Anything he dished out she could handle and he couldn't help but feel freed by the knowledge.
He pulled back and slammed into her over and over again, waiting for her to scream for him to stop or show some sign of distress so when she pulled his head down for another hot kiss he decided that there were definitely benefits to having a mate.
"Caine!" she screamed his name into his mouth as her sheath clamped around him to the point that he actually feared that she might break his shaft in half. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to keep moving as she milked him for all he was worth.
When his orgasm hit him it took him by surprise, robbing him of his breath and sanity. He looked down into beautiful violet eyes as intense pleasure unlike anything he'd ever known before surged through him and he was lost.
Nothing was ever going to be the same after this.
Chapter 24
Danni wasn't sure how much time had passed before she felt Caine's body relax and he began snoring, but it hadn't been fast enough for her. As carefully as she could she pushed Caine's arm off of her from where it lay across her waist and slowly eased away from him.
The cold air immediately assaulted her and made her wish that she could stay in Caine's arms where she was warm and felt protected for the first time in a long time, but she couldn't. This had been a mistake, an earth shattering, mind blowing mistake, but a mistake nonetheless.
What the hell was wrong with her sleeping with a man who not only abandoned her when she needed him the most, but also rejected her two days ago? Was she really that desperate? Apparently so, because not too long ago she hadn't been able to get enough of him.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she remembered clawing at him, unable to get close enough to him. Well, at least his opinion of her couldn't get any lower, she thought dryly as she glanced over her shoulder into the still dark night. She needed to get out of here and put some distance between them before he woke up. Hopefully she'd be able to thumb a ride before he realized that she was gone.
She looked down at her torn, dirt streaked shirt and winced. Getting a ride might be a problem. She chanced one last look at the man who used to be her entire world before she turned around and walked away.
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"Who told you that it was okay to leave your post?" Lucan demanded of the cowering vampire that Greg convinced to go enjoy himself eight or so hours ago.
The vampire threw him a nervous glance, but said nothing. Not that he had to point his finger at Greg. Lucan followed the man's gaze and narrowed his eyes on Greg. With a barely noticeable flick of his hand, Lucan sent the vampire flying across the room.
"Don't disobey me again
," Lucan said calmly as he headed towards Greg with a look that promised all sorts of pain, but Greg wasn't afraid and for a very good reason.
The Master.
Greg wasn't surprised that the Master took an instant liking to him and allowed him to run things. The Master had a keen eye for talent and he knew that Greg would get the job done. Of course, he didn't know that Greg had fucked up and he'd make damn sure that the Master never found out.
The plan had been simple, screw over the competition and clear the path so that when the time came for him, and it better be soon, he could take his place at the right hand of the Master. What he hadn't expected was for Caine and the bitch to make their escape. If he had known the bastard would be able to break loose, he never would have done this. He would have found a different way to screw over Lucan.
Now he had to figure out a way to get Caine back or his usefulness would come to an end and the Master would never change him. He was not about to let that happen. He'd worked too hard and for too long to let that happen and lost too much, he thought bitterly as he looked down at the bandaged stub where his arm should have been.
Caine and that little bitch would pay for that. He would make sure that Caine turned her so that he could torment the bitch forever. He already had a list of at least a hundred things that he planned on doing to her. By the time he found them that list would probably have a thousand fun little activities, but first he had to deal with the asshole standing in his way.
"It's going to take a hell of a lot more to get my position than to set me up with bullshit like this," Lucan said, immediately getting to the point, which Greg appreciated.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Greg said, not even bothering to hide his smug smile as he spotted the Master walking towards them.
Right now he was gold and the Master wanted to keep him around and they both knew it. Lucan couldn't fucking touch him and as soon as he was turned he was going to take the prick out.
Lucan looked over his shoulder to see what he was looking at before turning his attention back to him with an amused expression that Greg didn't quite understand. Maybe the guy was slow, Greg thought as the Master motioned for him to follow. Anyone with common sense could tell that he was the Master's go to guy. If this guy had any brains he'd be groveling to the Master, not trying to bite back a grin. Then again this just proved that Lucan wasn't the right man for the job, he thought as he sent Lucan a smug look and went to follow the Master.
"I've been told that it only hurts for the first minute or so," Lucan called after him, making several of the vampires and minions in the hallway chuckle softly.
Hurt? he frowned, thinking it over and after a minute he realized what they were talking about. The Master was going to change him. This was perfect, he thought as he followed the guy who looked like a typical college kid down a long winding hallway.
It was still hard to believe that this kid was almost a thousand year old vampire. Greg would have hated to have been stuck in a kid's body for eternity, but thankfully he didn't have to worry about that. He was thirty-two and in his prime, except for his arm everything about him was perfect. He'd made damn sure of it. For the last year he watched what he ate, exercised more and started hitting the tanning salons so that he could spend eternity with the perfect tan and now he was mere minutes from his goal.
Who knows, maybe by this time tomorrow he'd be the Master's right hand man and Lucan would be a pile of dust.
"Take your clothes off," the Master said as they stepped into an opulent suite that looked nothing like his room. Where his room was drab and had only the basics this room was large with a four poster bed, black silk sheets, a Jacuzzi and every amenity Greg was going to make damn sure that he had and soon.
He opened his mouth to ask why, but then remembered something his father had told him years ago about some vampires' weird habits when they changed a human. A lot of them were very particular about how they changed someone. He remembered his father talking about one vampire who made the men and women he changed take a two hour long shower as a symbolic gesture of washing away their old life.
To be honest, it didn't matter what the Master wanted, Greg would do anything for immortality and if it required him to get naked then so be it. As he pulled his clothes off he saw the Master disappear through a door. He hoped his transformation was fast. Most vampire transformations took a day or two, but if he was given a continuous supply of blood, his transformation would be faster.
The faster he was changed, the faster he could get his hands on Caine and that bitch. He'd drag her back here by her hair and by the time he was done punishing her for leaving and jeopardizing his future she'd be only too happy to fuck every vampire he shoved at her. She would give them an endless supply of Pytes, Pytes he planned to control. The Master might think that he was going to have an army of Pyte created vampires one day, but that would never happen. They would be his and he would use them to make all his dreams come true and destroy everyone that got in his way.
"Get on the bed," the Master called from the other room.
With a shrug, he crawled onto the bed and laid back, barely able to contain his excitement. Finally after all these years he was going to have everything that he deserved.
"I can't begin to tell you how much I need this, Greg," the Master said as he walked back into the room wearing a pair of black silk boxers that matched the sheets. "I really don't handle stress very well," he admitted and Greg could understand that and his decision to change Greg. The man wanted the job done right and obviously Lucan wasn't doing it. Once the transformation was complete he would be more than happy to take over.
Greg opened his mouth to respond when the Master dropped his underwear, confusing him. He'd never heard of a Master disrobing as well and he sure as hell never heard about a Master needing to get hard to do it. Apprehension crept up his spine as the Master sent him a wicked smile and palmed himself as he reached for a something in the nightstand.
When the Master applied lube to his erection Greg froze as his heartbeat picked up, threatening to pound its way out of his chest. Obviously there had been a miscommunication somewhere along the line and Greg needed to set him straight and hope the Master didn't go into a rage.
"I-I'm not gay," he blurted out instead of using a little finesse to let him down.
The Master simply chuckled as he joined Greg on the bed. Without any hesitation he moved on top of Greg and settled between his legs before he could so much as blink. "Trust me. I know, which is why I want you, Greg," he said as he ground his erection against Greg's limp cock and groaned while Greg stared at him in horror. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to love cock more than I do," the Master promised as he leaned down and covered Greg's mouth with his own.
When Greg moved to push the Master off, he found his arms pinned above his head in a painful grip and silver eyes glaring down at him. "You gave yourself to me, Greg, the moment you became my servant," he said, positioning the tip of his erection at Greg's ass and pressed against the opening, "and I fuck what's mine," he said through clenched teeth as he shoved in without any preamble, leaving Greg to bite back a scream of agony as the Master chuckled, truly enjoying himself. "Think of this as your official welcome, Greg."
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"Ephraim?" Madison said around a yawn as she rolled over in the bed to face him.
"I'm sorry I woke you, sweetheart," he said, moving to go to her only to remember that he was covered in shifter blood. Tonight's full moon had been a bitch. Normally they doubled their patrols during full moons just in case, but they usually didn't come in contact with any shifters roaming around Boston. Most shifters got out of the city during the full moon and headed for the country, but since the war started they'd been dealing with at least three shifters a night during each full moon phase, but tonight they'd found a whole fucking pack lurking around Boston Common.
It had taken nearly every Sentinel in the compound to take them down and lock them up fo
r the night. Well, all but three of them that is. Three of the fifteen shifters were currently being carted off to Middleboro to have their bodies burned and their ashes scattered. It had been a bad fucking night almost from the beginning and would have gotten a hell of a lot worse if they hadn't had Kale with them.
Not that the damn Alpha shifter had tagged along with the intention of helping them. No, not that bastard. He only came because he was apparently bored waiting for Izzy's program to give him what he needed and decided that irritating the shit out of everyone was more fun.
Only three things saved the Alpha from getting his throat torn out tonight. One, he saved his sons' lives a few months back. Granted, Kale was the reason they were put in jeopardy in the first place, something Ephraim struggled with every time he saw the Alpha, but then he would be forced to remind himself that Kale had saved his sons, his daughter-in-law and precious granddaughter in the same day.
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