Pleasures Untold

by Lisa Sanchez

  He moved back up, and I sighed into his kiss as his tongue sought entrance. A low moan rumbled from deep within me as he explored my mouth, plunging and seeking. The sharp points of his fangs pulled across the soft flesh of my lips sending a warm rush of heat cascading through my veins. Blazing a trail of featherlight kisses across my cheek, his warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered. “You have too many clothes on, cariño. Let me help you with that.”

  There was a bright flash of light, and the next thing I knew I lay naked beneath him.

  The silence in the room was deafening as he sat back, devouring my naked body with his dark, smoldering eyes. No man had ever seen me naked before, and yet, there was no reflex to cover myself. His gaze felt like a lick of smooth satin over my skin as it trailed down the length of my body. I watched the quick rise and fall of his chest and knew he was right there with me — wanting — desiring — needing.

  “So much better than I — ” He hissed. “Fuck me.” His tongue licked out, running the span of his bottom lip as he took in the sight of my recent wax job. Apparently, the pain I’d endured was worth it, judging by the fevered look in his eyes. “You’re fucking bare, carino. Fuck.” He groaned and leaned forward, sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth, gently nibbling on it before whispering, “So fucking hot.”

  His mouth left my ear, blazing a trail of whisper-light kisses down my neck and chest, his tongue darting out and…

  “Oh, God!” My back arched off the mattress as his tongue flicked across my left nipple. And when his lips drew the sensitive nub into his mouth, I thought I might explode. His right hand traveled up my side, his fingertips grazing the swell of my right breast before he moved over to take it into his mouth, doling out the same, delicious torture he gave the left one.

  My skin burned as though I were bathed in fire, swathed in the deep blue flame that was Xan.

  “Madre de Dios,” he groaned, as the tips of his fangs slid down the flesh of my stomach. “You taste so sweet. I have to know. I have to…”

  A loud gasp escaped my lips as his tongue licked a hot trail up my center. Nothing in this life could have prepared me for the sensation of his lips and tongue on the sensitive flesh of my core. Blissfully sweet agony was the only way to describe it. I whimpered and moaned as he spread my legs further apart, lapping — sucking — licking. The slow, sweet burn that was building in me grew into a five-alarm fire. The need, the desperately sweet ache that grew stronger with each pass of his tongue, was almost more than I could handle. As if he knew I was teetering on the edge of release, Xan focused all his attention on the small bundle of nerves at my center, sending wave upon wave of mind-altering pleasure crashing over me. I cried out his name. My toes curled, and my body shook, trembling from the force of my orgasm.

  “You like my mouth on you, mi dulce?” he whispered soft and low as he crawled back up the length of my body.

  Barely able to speak as my breaths still came in slow, shallow pants, I nodded. “Yes…I…yes.”

  A slow, satisfied smile crept across his mouth as he leaned down, licking and sucking the skin on my neck into his mouth. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I plan on doing that every chance I get.”

  I whimpered, the thought of Xan’s mouth on me nearly causing my eyes to roll back into my head.

  He snaked his arm beneath my back, lifting me up off the mattress so that I was straddling his lap. “It’s my turn now.”

  There was another flash of light, and I looked down to see Xan was now completely naked and — holy — ! My breath caught at the sight of the massive appendage shooting out from his taut body like a rifle, cocked and ready to blow. I ran my hand down his chest and abs, my fingertip blazing a trail from his naval down until I could —

  “Oh,” I gasped and bit down on my lower lip. He was impossibly hard, and thick, like a steel rod. But the skin was soft — smooth and incredibly warm. I wrapped my fingers as far as they would go around his shaft and stroked once, delighting in the silky smooth hardness of his member.

  Xan’s low hiss tore my eyes from the sight of my hand slowly stroking him, and I looked up to see him panting heavily, his head hung low, watching me work him. Pulling my other hand to his chest, he looked up, capturing my gaze with his own. “Feel what your touch does to me, carino. Look how I tremble.”

  Desire swept over me as I felt his ancient heart, pounding a strong, steady beat beneath his skin. Sliding my hand up his chest, I let it come to rest at the base of his neck and pulled him forward until our lips were one.

  “Oh God, Xan,” I moaned into his mouth, running my fingers up into his messy hair.

  “I can’t wait any longer, mi amor.” His voice was strained, his breathing labored as I continued to stroke him, faster now. Taking hold of my wrists, he placed them around his neck before kissing me with a tenderness that nearly shattered me. “It will only hurt for a moment, and then I promise you, carino, you’ll feel nothing but pleasure.”

  Lifting me by the hips, he held me so that I hovered, just over the tip of his cock. The smooth, slick sensation of his hardness, rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center had me panting and moaning his name.

  “Please,” I moaned, right before he pulled me down onto him, sheathing himself fully within me. I cried out from the force of the burn, the tearing away of my innocence, and the huge invasion that was Xan.

  Holding me still, rubbing soft, easy strokes up and down my back, he waited patiently for the pain to subside before moving. Slowly at first, he lifted me up and down, the muscles in his arms cording and flexing as he gradually picked up speed. It wasn’t long before my body relaxed, and the slow, delicious burn started to return. My head fell back as I gave myself over to the sensation of Xan sheathed deep inside me.

  “Fuck, carino,” he growled in between thrusts. “So…much…better…” He let out a loud groan and suddenly my back was flush against the headboard of his bed. My legs wrapped around Xan’s hips as he pounded into me with reckless abandon. “Never…I’ve never felt — ” His voice was wild — deep and raspy as he fought to suck air into his lungs. “Mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

  The world spun, and I was on fire. He tore into me, pounding and thrusting, until I teetered on the brink of release. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back.

  He grasped the back of my head, forcing me to face him. “Look at me, carino. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me there will never be another. Say it!”

  “I’m…yours,” I said breathlessly as I looked into his impossibly dark eyes.

  “Para siempre. Always,” he growled and sank his fangs deep into my neck, sending me over the edge into oblivion right along with him. I cried out his name, holding his head to my neck as he drank, riding on the waves of the most powerful orgasm he’d given me yet.

  Licking the remnants of my blood off my neck, Xan held me to him, and turned, laying me down atop the bed once more. Sweeping my hair off my face and out of my eyes, he leaned in and kissed me gently before staring into my eyes with a look of total adoration. “I know I’m a monster, carino. And I know I’ll never deserve you. But — Cristo! Everything I am…my heart…my body…my soul…is yours. Always. I love you.”

  Chapter 17

  “Concentrate, carino.”

  I raised an eyebrow and flashed Xan a look of warning, hoping he would zip it. I’d been trying to concentrate, but he kept yakking it up. Apparently, I had no luck; he kept on talking.

  “Your body is a conduit for your magic. Embrace your emotions. Take all your anger, all your frustration, everything you are feeling, and channel it through your body. When you can do that, you’ll — ”

  “Xan,” I said, doing my best not to snap at him because, really, he was just trying to help. “I can concentrate better when it’s quiet.” Fingering the silken sheets I sat on, I closed my eyes, focused on my destination, and embraced the elec
trical surge that came each time I teleported.

  Smiling, because I’d just poofed myself from his bedroom to the kitchen, I opened up his refrigerator and pulled out an apple. The cool air from the fridge felt good against my skin, and I tore into the fruit like it was the last piece of food on the planet. I groaned in delight as the juice from the tart fruit filled my mouth.

  There was a loud pop, and I smiled as I felt Xan’s arms wrap around me, pulling me close.

  His warm breath tickled my ear. “Very good, mi amor. You’re getting faster. Learning how to teleport amidst distraction is key. Lucian and his minions aren’t likely to stop fighting and be quiet so you can teleport away from them. That’s why you — ”

  Rolling my eyes, I teleported back into his bedroom. Pulling my knees into my chest, I sat atop his bed and waited. Xan flashed in beside me moments later. I treated him to smug grin and took another bite of my apple. “You were saying?”

  “Confidence is one thing, mi dulce. Cockiness is another. Don’t forget whom it is that we’re up against. Lucian has walked this earth for a very long time. His power is beyond anything you’ve ever seen before.”

  I took a deep breath, rested my chin on my knees, and frowned up at Xan. “You don’t have to remind me. I know I’m outmatched.” There wasn’t a second that passed by where I didn’t worry about how I was going to get my friends back, or wonder how I would best Lucian and his Legions of Doom. Frustrated and on the verge of a headache, I rubbed at my temple and sighed.

  Reaching out, he brushed my hair behind my shoulders, running his fingers through the longer strands. “I’m not trying to burst your bubble, mi amor. I just want you to be prepared. Lucian will use whatever means necessary to try to take us out, and we need to be ready.” He plucked the apple from my hand and took a bite before disappearing.

  “Xan?” I started to crawl off the bed and was hit with a burst of energy that sent me flying back against the wall.

  “Goddammit! What the — ” I was hit with another blast before I could finish my sentence. Channeling my emotions, I teleported into the living room of Xan’s apartment and put up a protective barrier. Taking a fighting stance, I scanned the room in search of him.

  “Your barrier won’t help you, carino.” Xan’s deep voice filled the room, yet he was nowhere to be seen. “Lucian can break it just as easily as I can.” My breath quickened as I took in my surroundings, my gaze darting back and forth in search of him.

  I was hit from behind, the force of the blast sending me head first into his coffee table. I smashed the abused piece of furniture to bits yet again. Moaning, I pushed up onto my hands and knees, as broken pieces of wood pierced my skin. I cried out because, dammit, that shit hurt. Just as I got to my feet another blast took me down. “What the hell?” I hollered. “Why are you — ”

  “Focus, Ainsley!” There was a pop, and I looked up to see Xan standing over me, jaw clenched in anger. “This is not a game. Lucian will come at you with everything he’s got, and from the look of things…” He paused, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, then continued “…it won’t take long for him to destroy you. You’re not ready. Not even close.”

  The force of his words struck me like a crowbar smacking me across the face. They hurt. But more than that, they fueled my anger. I didn’t care what he said. I was ready. Determined to prove him wrong, I narrowed my eyes, focused, and disappeared, teleporting to stand just behind him. With a quick flick of my hand, I sent the crushed remnants of his table flying toward him. He disappeared, and I was forced to throw up a barrier to protect myself from the flying wreckage. Not wanting to stand in one place too long and remain an easy target, I flashed about the room, my eyes always searching for Xan.

  “Good, carino, but not very creative. You’ve assaulted me with flying toothpicks once before. Try cloaking yourself.”

  “Try what?” I asked, narrowly dodging an energy pulse and sending back one of my own, destroying a nearby lamp. Xan’s poor apartment had seen better days.

  “Render yourself invisible. If you can change your appearance, you can cloak yourself with invisibility.”

  I paused, thinking about what it was that he wanted me to do and was hit from the side. The blast sent me spiraling back against the nearby wall, my head and shoulders taking the brunt of the impact. I cried out in pain as I scrambled to my feet. Tired of feeling like a punching bag and determined to prove my strength, I narrowed my eyes, took a deep breath, and focused on disappearing. Once out of sight, I lifted the television from where it sat and sent it flying across the room toward the sound of Xan’s voice. The large flat screen stopped mere centimeters from the wall and disappeared with a flash of light.

  “Let’s not destroy perfectly good electronics, mi amor.”

  I rolled my eyes and frowned. Men and their gadgetry!

  “Concentrate, carino. Reach out with your senses to locate me.”

  Yeah. Easy for you to say, buddy. You’ve been doing this forever.

  I chewed away at my bottom lip and concentrated. Still cloaked, I popped around the room several times, dodging energy blasts while trying to get a read on his location. Taking a deep breath, I fixed all my attention on the tugging sensation I always felt when Xan’s eyes were on me, letting his fresh, woodsy scent fill my senses. With a wicked grin, I sent a set of knives flying out of the kitchen and across the room. The cutlery disappeared with a brilliant flash of light, right in front of Xan who rendered himself visible once again.

  “Good, mi amor.” His eyes, though serious, held a hint of approval, and I knew he was proud of me. “Now do it again.”

  ***

  It was well into the night by the time Xan deemed me proficient in the art of supernatural warfare, and his apartment looked like a tornado had gone through it. I watched in awe as he went about his home, righting the damage and cleaning the place with just the slightest of hand movements. He truly was magical in every sense of the word.

  “So what’s the deal with Gabriel? How did you two meet?” I followed Xan over to the kitchen and watched as he dished two platefuls of what looked like leftover orange chicken and noodles, popping them into the microwave. My stomach growled despite the fact that I wasn’t a huge fan of reheated Chinese food. With all the training we’d done, I was starving.

  He handed me a bottle of water and pointed to the couch, indicating he wanted me to take a seat. “I’ve known Gabriel my entire life. We were childhood friends.”

  With the amount of out-of-this-world crap I’d seen in the last week, one would think I’d become desensitized to shocking revelations. Amazingly enough, this was not the case, and my jaw dropped in astonishment as I stared open-mouthed at Xan.

  “Gabriel is as old as you? What — what is he?” I hadn’t picked up any undead vibes from him, but that didn’t mean anything. I hadn’t been able to sense Xan’s otherworldliness either. At this point, nothing would surprise me.

  “Here,” he said, handing me a warm plate of food and taking a seat beside me on the couch. “Eat. Your body needs the fuel for the fight to come.”

  One look at the plate of food in front of me, and everything else was temporarily forgotten. I tore into the Asian cuisine like an animal, barely taking time to chew. Three quarters of the way through my plate, I felt a warm set of eyes on me. With a mouth full of noodles, I looked up to see Xan staring at me with a look of smug satisfaction. Shrugging, I shoveled down another bite. I didn’t care of I looked like a pig; I was damn hungry.

  “A warlock.”

  “Huh?” I said, trying not to choke on my last bite of chicken. I set down my plate, took a swig of water and looked over to him.

  “You wanted to know what Gabriel is. He’s a warlock, just like me.”

  I choked on my water, coughing and sputtering as I tried to catch my breath. “So he’s a hybrid as well? I thought you were unique to this world?”
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  He sighed. “Okay, well, I suppose he’s not exactly like me. His father was a warlock, not a vampire. His mother belonged to the same coven as mine.”

  Twisting the cap onto my water, I set it down and turned so my entire body faced Xan, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. “If he’s not a vampire, then how has he lived so long?”

  Xan’s face, already serious-as-a-heart-attack from all the training we’d done, grew more severe as he prepared to answer my question. “My blood.”

  My head snapped back, as I stared at Xan wide-eyed. “Your blood? I — I — don’t understand.” There I went again, stammering away like an idiot. There was obviously a reasonable explanation for why Gabriel had fed from Xan. But regardless, his confession left me a bit weirded out.

  “He was dying. We’d been fighting off an Aerico demon. Damn filthy bastards. Their venom is filled with poison, disease. We took the demon out, but not before Gabriel was bitten. As you know, magic can do a lot of wondrous things. Mend broken bones. Remove bullets from flesh. But it can’t rid the body of disease. My blood, however, can.”

  My mind was reeling. I knew Xan’s blood had healing properties. I’d listened to the tale of his foster mother, Katya, and I’d experienced its magic firsthand after being poisoned by the Chromandi. But that didn’t explain —

  “Oh, my…” I shot up off the couch as if it were on fire, slowly backing away from him with my hand covering my mouth. My heart pounded like a jackhammer as I stared over toward Xan. He sat perfectly still on the couch, watching me come to terms with my discovery. I slowly dropped my hands from my mouth. “Gabriel fed from you…and now he’s…immortal.”

  He nodded. “In a way. He can be killed just as I can, or you for that matter. My blood has merely prolonged his life.”

  My breaths came in short gasps. “I…fed…from you.”

  And so did Jess.