by Ju Dimello
His fingers moved upward, skimming the sides of her breasts, the light touches contrasting with the determined slide of his tongue on her clit. Her blood thrummed, rushing below to the point between her thighs. She convulsed and her ass clenched on the butt-plug he’d pushed in her.
She opened her eyes when he let her legs drop on the bed. He lifted his head, his gaze hot on her. She moved backward on the bed until the pillows cushioned her head. His eyes flared as if approving of her choice. She realized why when he blanketed her body with his, his fangs scraping her neck.
This time, she realized, there was no stopping. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, she welcomed him into her arms.
His cock nudged her thighs apart, teasing her clit.
“Open for me.”
She did and he pushed forward. The head of his erection slipped into her and her breathing all but stopped. A furious tingle started at her sex, spreading to her ass.
“Yes. When I sink deep into your dripping pussy, you’ll see how erotic double penetration is.”
His hoarse whisper fueled her need, caressed the aching place within her that begged to be filled.
Muscles taut, he balanced on his hands, staring down at her. She placed her palms on him, touching, gripping, enjoying the sinews rippling under his silken skin. He pushed forward. She jerked under him, unable to control the way her hips rose to meet him.
“More?”
His question made her whimper. “Yes.”
He slid another inch into her, holding her at bay with a firm grip on her waist, as if waiting for something.
She understood then what he wanted. Words clogged her throat. “I need to feel your cock filling my pussy.”
The moment her words left her mouth, he plunged all the way in. Lightning bolted through her as she clutched his hair and pulled him down for a kiss, a harsh cry escaping her lips as she hurtled into the unknown, where only sensations remained. His hands tangled in her hair, angling her lips until he possessed them in an erotic dance. Wild and yet free.
Exhilarating.
Her climax seared her and she quaked under his powerful body, which barely moved on her.
Their kiss was desperate and his inner beast surged to the surface. Her tongue mated with his, even as she pulled him deeper, her pussy gripping, fisting him.
Greg absorbed her heat, pushed into the maddening whirlpool of the storm, which strangely felt as comforting as home.
His blood roared in his ears and the insane need to feed, to mark her as his, drove him senseless. Her tongue tentatively nudged his fangs and he jerked into her wet folds. Her thighs trembled around his waist as she came down from her hard climax. And then he started moving within her.
He gripped her hips, pulling her close, until her breasts mashed against his chest, her nipples hard and digging into his skin.
She moaned, long and loud. The sound pushed him to tunnel into her, desperate to keep her floating, to keep her in a constant state of bliss while he sought his.
Her fingers clawed at his back, marking him, and he reveled in the sensations, drowning in her. He took over the kiss, absorbing her gasp of surprise and arousal into him. She jerked as he bit her lower lip, tugging it into his mouth. He went below, to the soft skin of her jaw and to the pounding pulse at her neck.
She cursed and the sound shot straight to his groin. He wanted to unravel her bit by bit until she stopped doubting herself and embraced her passions. Until she cured his bloodlust with her sensuality.
He sank to the hilt into her until his balls slapped against her ass.
Hell, he could feel the butt-plug he’d left in her, separated by a thin sheath, as he pulled out and surged in again. Her blood called to him.
He pushed upward, balancing on his hands, trying to delay the inevitable for a few measly seconds, to enjoy the feel of her tight wet heat. The friction of her muscles against his cock devastated him, consumed him, until he understood the adage of not knowing where he ended and where she began. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and he bent down to suckle a plump nipple into his mouth.
“Gregory!”
Her cry of pleasure broke his restraint. His cock surged into her one final time. His fangs pierced the soft skin of her breast, and with it, the world around him convulsed into a pinprick of searing heat and light.
Her pussy became tighter, clamping down on him at the same instant her blood washed over his lips, burning her scent, her taste into his brain for all eternity. The ache in his balls intensified as he merged with her in the most basic way—his seed launched into her, making her his. His orgasm exploded behind his closed eyelids. He flexed into her, seeking warmth again and again, until he was spent with pleasure and more than satiated.
He tried to slow his breathing and his frenzied sucking. She still shuddered beneath him, caught in the throes of the intense passion, multiplied by the blood he took from her. His beast purred in satisfaction as he unlatched himself from her breast, laving his tongue to heal her skin.
She whimpered, clutched his shoulders and pulled him closer, not willing to let go. Her drenched folds seconded her actions as he gave a hoarse chuckle against her racing heart.
His harsh pants in sync with hers, he moved over her lips for a kiss that tilted his earth. She gave a soft cry and snaked her arms around him.
“Easy, Lena. I’m right here.”
A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies as she opened her glazed, lust-filled eyes and he drowned in her violet stare.
“I’m so glad you’re alive, Gregory.”
Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and his gut clenched at the raw emotion he read in them. Relief and a whole lot of love, plus a yearning that matched his centuries long one. In her arms, still nestled within the scorching confines of her body, he did feel alive. As if a vital part of him had indeed gotten life. His heart.
“I’m glad too, love.”
Even as his words left his lips, the dark monster inside his mind rose again, demanding more. With her soft and yielding underneath him, he didn’t even want to restrict himself.
Chapter Eight
Elena hugged him close, never wanting to let go of the perfection of the moment. Of joining with him, of connecting with someone immune to her voice.
His cock hardened inside her and he balanced himself on his knees, readying to start round two.
“So soon?” she whispered, unsure if she was shocked or aroused by his stamina.
His gaze flew to hers and a smile adorned his lips. “Do you need a break?”
Of course not. Did he? “How about—”
He pulled out, hovered on the edge. The head of his cock pressed on her clit, making her forget her question.
“You’re so fucking good that I’m unable to prevent my hunger.”
He slid an inch into her and she wanted more. “Then don’t.”
“For once I want to give you pleasure.” He grimaced and the dark glint in his eyes cleared. “Not take like a ruthless beast.”
His concern warmed her heart. “You aren’t.” She gasped when he slid another inch into her, and her fingers curled on his shoulders. “You’re giving me so much pleasure that I’m unable to hold on to a sane thought.”
“That’s something I’d love to explore more. Care to show me how mindless I’m making you?”
He drew back and smiled. The simple action transformed his face from handsome to devastating. She could imagine waking up beside him or getting used to his light banter and teasing ways. Shushing her burgeoning hopes, she reminded herself to take it one moment at a time.
He slid a hand between their bodies, sliding his thumb until he hit her clit. The resultant electric jolt made her cry out. Not pausing, he moved farther down, easing the butt-plug out of her and then lay back on the bed, grinning, as if to say, I’m all yours.
She clambered on top of him, positioning herself above his cock. The emotions she couldn’t give voice to, she could show. A light jerk of her hips and his he
ad rubbed against her sensitized folds, wringing out a moan from her throat. Sensations spiraled from their point of contact, robbing her of her breath until she whimpered with the effort to hold herself from crashing down on his hard length.
“Yes. I need to be inside you too. I want to feel your pussy clamping down on my cock, milking me as I fuck you.”
With his gruff words, he pulled her down onto him, his cock slamming into her, filling her emptiness with a single stroke.
He held himself still, as if to stave off from coming, and her erratic breathing matched the rough tempo of his heartbeat.
A second passed? An eternity?
He rocked his hips, giving tiny movements, causing her to ripple around him. His thumb sought her clit, the relentless pressure causing her to jerk uncontrollably on him.
“You’re so hot. I love seeing you spread on top of me like this, with your hair cascading over your breasts and your hard clit pulsing against my fingers.”
His words added fuel to the fire ravaging her blood. She moved then, lifting herself up and coming down on him. For a second, he held himself rigid and seemed startled and she worried he might stop her. But she didn’t pause, didn’t even give him a chance to protest as she rode him again and again.
“I must spank you or use the paddle you asked for. But fuck. You’re so good.”
He gave in with a groan, matching her thrust for thrust. Need spiraled upward, fevered anticipation racing in her veins. His biceps bulged with obvious effort as he held back, the sinews roped in his arms as he struggled under her. She shivered and gave in to the sensations coursing within her. Her blood thrummed, wanting him to taste her. His hands moved over her breasts, cupping, kneading until her nipples stood to rosy attention.
“You’re going to make me come.”
His tight words crashed the remaining defenses around her. It felt more than good to give up control and enjoy the sex. Incredible. She wondered how she’d convinced herself otherwise. Gregory managed to unlock her deepest fantasies and she didn’t think she wanted to let him go anytime soon. Would he stay with her? Could they hope to have something together?
Tears pricked her eyes, even as his body filled her, and she allowed him into her mind and her lonely heart. She gave her all to the moment, pushing him to his limits and reveling in it. His eyes glinted, but she didn’t stop and was rewarded with a deep growl of appreciation.
“Yes, pump me ’til I lose myself. Yes! I want you to join me.”
With each word, he flexed his hips, pounding into her, until she lost count of the jolts of pleasure tumbling within her.
Sweat trickled down her breasts, and he tasted her, sucking her nipples as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Her inner muscles tensed signaling another orgasm.
He pulled her closer, his breath hot on her neck as his fangs scraped at the sensitive flesh.
She moaned when she felt him expanding inside her, pushing her into ageless bliss.
“Gregory!”
The shout ripped from her and she detonated with the force of her orgasm. Her blood roared as his fangs pierced her skin and she trembled in the climax that shredded her apart with pleasure. With his first suck, she was hurtled into the realm where only light remained. Breathing suspended, as did reality.
The incessant burning between her legs intruded along with the need to breathe.
“Come back to me.”
His voice caressed her, making her gulp in precious lungfuls of air.
“Yes. Just like that,” he encouraged.
She panted against his lips, boneless. His hands clutched her hair, soothing her while his heart thundered under her fingertips.
He gathered her close. Her heart melted a little more at the strong vampire who’d barged his way into her heart and then she knew no more as weariness claimed her.
Elena’s eyelids fluttered closed and her arms around him went slack.
Greg cursed and withdrew from her, his cock still twitching from the rocking climax. He pulled the quilt over her enticing, naked body and reached for his slacks. She slept on, unaware, not knowing how close he’d come to losing control. Losing himself to the monster instead of being grounded by her.
His blood pounded even harder and a red haze filled his vision.
What if something had happened to her? What if he hadn’t had the discipline to stop?
The thought of her in any kind of danger ate into him. And if he were the cause of it, the guilt might just kill him. She’d unraveled him to the point of insanity, but that wasn’t an excuse for what he’d done. He tried to calm himself, to view the situation objectively. No freaking way.
How the hell could he have lost control? Hadn’t he always kept his hunger under wraps until the essential need to feed burst forth? He’d not only fed from her twice, but the second time he’d taken more than he’d intended.
Why didn’t he stop earlier? Everything had seemed so simple. He’d reveled in the give and take of mutual pleasure until the dark needs consumed his mind. He hadn’t even tried resisting the takeover. And that made his insides shiver with conflicting emotions—fear for her and disgust on himself.
He needed to get out and should probably never come back. The thought of parting from her made his heart ache. He needed her like he’d never needed anyone in his life. She fulfilled him in all ways—emotionally, intellectually and physically.
But that didn’t mean his beast wouldn’t surface again. Why didn’t the bloodlust subside? Shouldn’t sleeping with her free his mind from darkness?
He’d hoped she would be the one to tame him as she’d unleashed him. He was worse than a fool for allowing his hopes to affect his emotions.
He strode back to her living room—the one that had clued him to the different sides of her personality. The contrast mocked him now, dangerous instead of pleasant. He owed Leon for providing him with everything he needed to know about her. Since he’d believed, prayed that she might be the one for him…
Dammit!
Shaking his head, he made the agonizing decision. He’d wait until she woke up and then excuse himself, instead of slinking away while she lay unconscious in the other room.
He flipped the light switch and settled himself on the couch for a long wait. The clock ticked as his stomach roiled. Patience had been his strong suit. Until he’d met her, that is. Now even a few seconds tested his resolve. He wanted to check on her and maybe shake her awake? His cock more than agreed with the idea.
Control yourself, dammit!
A tapestry caught his eye and he sprang to his feet, striding to the far end of the room. He peered at the colorful cloth, trying to place the scene she’d probably woven into it. He didn’t know a damn thing about fine arts, but he couldn’t help but admire her piece of work.
“I worked on it during the war.”
He stilled on hearing her voice, almost afraid to turn around. Was she all right? Would he see censure in her amethyst gaze?
Afraid of trusting his voice, he gave a terse nod.
“There were so many families, torn apart, ravaged by the battle. I did what I could. Knitted them clothes, made quilts and ensured I kept a piece of the past with me always.”
He swiveled toward her then, his eyes eating her up, from her pale face to the determined line of her jaw. She wore a T-shirt that barely covered the reddish-brown curls between her thighs. His cock swelled against all his good intentions, even as he held her gaze.
She was beautiful—both inside and out—in addition to being honest and everything he might ever want in his woman. He’d tried to have his chance with her and failed. Whatever reasons he’d intended telling her seemed inane platitudes. All he wanted was to hold her tight and never let go.
The question in her eyes made him want to beg her forgiveness, worship her the way she deserved. How could he when he could take her life any moment in the grip of his madness?
Throat dry, he tried to get past the big boulder blocking his windpipe and failed. Conc
entrating on taking the next breath took all his effort. The darkness in his mind spread until the black crowded on his vision, reeling him into a vortex of churning sensations where only need and lust ruled. His cock hardened and his fangs lengthened as a growl escaped his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, pushed back on the thing overtaking his senses with all he had and opened them again.
Elena’s rich scent and the subtle aroma of her arousal hit him square, urging him to bend her over, fuck her senseless. No!
He picked up his shirt, not meeting her eyes. Probably when push came to shove, he was nothing but a coward. His hands trembled as he buttoned up. He’d rather be a coward and allow her to live since he wasn’t brave enough to lose the one female who held his heart.
Turning around and walking away without a word seemed the hardest thing he’d ever done to date, until he stood outside on her porch in the charged night air.
Gray clouds hung low on the horizon, the roiling, seething mass in perfect tune to his mood. The intermittent flashes of lightning didn’t throw any light on the situation at hand. He stumbled to his car, yanked the door open and got inside. The darkness raged inside him, as furious as a caged beast. The unleashed part of him wanted blood, sex and wanted them right now. Every instant he denied himself, a part of him crumpled inside, as if dying.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful? He’d die rather than have her blood on his hands, on his conscience. A snarl of frustration tore from his throat as he realized he’d probably never see her again or hear her voice.
As if on cue, his cell phone rang. He didn’t have to glance at the caller ID to know it was Elena. The ringtone was hers.
For all his smartass reasoning, he wasn’t selfless enough to miss hearing her again. One last time.
He flipped the phone open and pressed it close to his ear. “Yes?”
“Haul your mighty fine ass back in here.”
He lost himself in her voice, in the anger coming across loud and clear. She was a fighter, his Elena. And she could never be his.
