by F. G. Adams
We dance for one more song and then go back to the bar for another beer. I’m parched. My breathing is labored from the dancing and the foretaste of what Aldin is promising.
“Hey, you two,” Candie sings as she sets down two more glasses of beer along with two waters in front of us.
“Thank you.” Aldin’s deep baritone voice washes over me, hot desire traveling down my belly.
“So I’m off in about fifteen minutes, Wren.” Candie watches me in anticipation for the confirmation of my hook-up, which she had everything to do with. Thank you very much.
“I’m actually pretty tired, Candie. I think I’m gonna call it a night.” I lean my head over and shrug, glancing at her with my eyes and a slight smirk to let her know my true meaning: I’m taking Aldin home with me. My eyes dart slightly to Aldin, who stands so close our arms touch.
A smile too big for her face covers Candie’s features. She gets my meaning. My drought is over. I chanced another look at the man I hope to consume tonight—or let consume me—and his eyes are hooded with a sliver of silver radiating out from the dark depths as he watches me closely. Candie backs up and walks away, giving me a double thumbs-up as she goes. I angle my body closer to this hunky man. I’ve gained a bit more liquid courage from the tasty beer, but hey, I know what I want.
“So, mister Aldin, maker of beer, sexy dancer and oh-so-delicious to the eyes. Would you like to go back to my place and continue this?” I push a finger into his rock hard pecs and then back to me.
Aldin stares at me, studying me like I’m a puzzle he has to figure out. His nostrils flare as if he’s sniffing for something, and then his lips turn into a grin as he chuckles. He pulls my hand back and places soft, electrical kisses onto the back of my hand, then turns it over to pay the same attention to my palm and wrist. Darkened eyes monitor my response of his affection. My belly is playing flip-flop from his sultry attention.
“I thought you’d never ask, doc,” he answers as he places a few large bills on the bar, never letting go of my hand.
He tugs me through the crowd, out the door, and into the dark night. Aldin’s hand is firm on mine. A man on a mission. Strong and powerful. My insides start the happy dance as Aldin unlocks my car, gently placing me into the driver's seat. After my seatbelt is buckled tight, he captures my lips for another scorching kiss.
“My bike’s right over there.” He lingers in the door for a moment. “I’ll follow you.”
With one last kiss on the lips, he shuts my door and ambles toward a massive machine. I observe his strong legs as he straddles the bike. Aldin is gorgeous, with a capital G. Maybe he’ll take me for a ride. Tonight, I’ll get to ride him. Excitement coalesces over my sensitive skin. I pull out of the parking lot and we drive back to my place. The loud rumbling motor of Aldin’s Harley penetrates my every thought as he follows behind me.
Chapter Nine
Wren
Stumbling through the door, limbs connected, we kiss passionately before and after I unlock the door to my apartment. Aldin is toting me into the apartment, gripping my ass in his much larger hands while my legs wrap around his hard torso. He carries me as if I’m weightless in his arms. Mmmm, so strong. I nibble, lightly biting the soft spot on his neck. I feel Aldin’s cock pulse hard between my legs. Oh, he likes that. I continue my assault covering his neck, chin, and then move on to his lips.
Our tongues begin to duel, each fighting for dominance, but I soon relent as Aldin captures my tongue, sucking it into his hot mouth. Feeling his teeth clamp down softly, I figure he’s letting me know that he will be in control. Ecstasy flows hot and fierce through me, traveling down my spine and saturating my already dripping hot pussy. This is just what I need.
My body’s desire amplifies while my head is confused with the emotional reaction of something akin to love. I’ve just met this man. How can I even think of love when I don’t even know him?
Aldin the domineering alpha takes over as I feel my back against the door. His hard shaft is rocking my world, pushing in just the right places, caressing my clit with just enough friction that I begin to see stars. Aldin’s foreplay becomes frantic as he rocks harder while passionately kissing me into oblivion.
“Aldin,” I call out through my lust-filled haze.
His grip tightens as we bump into the couch. He stops and positions me on the floor in front of the couch, facing him.
“Strip. Now,” he commands as he tosses his shirt behind me and kicks his boots off to the side.
I’m momentarily struck by the man standing in front of me, with his chiseled abs made for worshipping and a happy trail accented by wisps of dark hair on the well-formed V that vanishes below his jeans. I hold my breath as he pops the top button. My anticipation of seeing where the trail will lead builds, and the idea of love creeps back and fills my heart with joy. What the hell? I don’t believe in love at first sight like Candie does. I’m a scientist, and facts are facts. You can debate them all day long, but that won’t change the outcome. Two plus two is four, right? The fact is, love takes time to develop and years to build into a relationship. Love doesn’t happen at the snap of your fingers; lust does. Hmph, wishful thinking. Glass-half-empty mentality. Sometimes love doesn’t happen at all. Hell, some people settle for companionship instead of living alone. Nothing more, nothing less.
My thoughts are interrupted by a low growl when he notices me standing in the same place he put me, still dressed.
“Wren, you have fifteen seconds to remove your clothing or I will be forced to rip them off of you.”
The sound of his threat rings true, and instantly a part of me yearns to tempt him into carrying out his promise. Again, what the holy hell? Not knowing where this newfound hunger originated from, I stutter, “I… um…”
He breaks into my babbling, “Now, Wren.”
His demand speaks to an unknown part of me, initiating actions of a rebellious nature. I slowly, methodically unbutton my top while holding his burning gaze, knowing I’m playing with fire. I want to burn. The last button unfolds and my blouse slides down my arms and lands on the couch. I reach for the zipper on my skirt and he’s there gripping my hands behind my back with one of his, thrusting my chest eye-level.
“Naughty, little girl. Do you want me to spank your ass? That’s what happens when you tempt the beast.”
As I nod yes, his other hand rips my skirt down my body, and I’m standing before him in just my bra and thong. My heart is racing with excitement from his display of strength as he nuzzles my breasts and plants a long lick up the center. A growl escapes his throat and I’m panting, shaking, needing him to stop the pain building in my lower body. Then his teeth clasp my bra and his head jerks back as his bounty is revealed.
I watch as he leans back, marveling at his newfound treasure. His lust-filled gaze catches mine while he slowly lowers his lips for a taste. A moan escapes from me when his teeth clamp down on the tip of my nipple while his tongue laves at the same, his hand still holding mine behind my back—a display of power and dominance. The destroyed bra floats down my arms as I squirm trying to find release from the pleasure I am succumbing to when Aldin secures the fabric around my wrists, binding them together.
I mumble, startled from the pleasure drowning my senses when the silk from the tattered bra tightens. “Aldin … What are you doing?” I ask, unsure of the bindings holding my arms in place.
A flash of red radiates in his lustful eyes as his hand covers my pussy, applying pressure on my clit. A smirk forms on his handsome face when he bends forward and caresses my nipple with his tongue. He takes his time before answering me.
“I’m allowing your fantasy to awaken, my lovely Wren. Fueling the fire burning within you for me. Fulfilling your dreams. Submit to me and let me feed your hunger,” he commands, then his fingers slide between the fabric, rubbing my pleasure spot. “You’re mine to possess. Mine to command. Mine to pleasure. You. Are. Mine.”
The erotic jolts pulsing through my body at his
words calm my mind as his sexual onslaught continues to drive me towards unimaginable pleasure. The upper part of my body leans into his arms, pleading for more, needing him to fulfill the ache churning within.
Aldin
Wren’s body surrenders at my words and her head falls back, accentuating her long, sexy neck. My gums ache as I yearn to sink my canines into her smooth, creamy skin while I feed from my true mate. Yes, Wren Bishop is mine. Everything I have ever wanted is standing before me on display, ripe for the taking. Mine. I want to shout it out loud. I no longer exist in this world. I’m alive. My shattered soul is mending with every moment we share.
I begin my assault on her once more, scraping my teeth along the life-giving blood vessel on the side of her throat. I fight the beast inside of me demanding I take what is mine. Her juices soak my palm as a finger penetrates her vagina. She’s wet and tight as I try inserting a second one. Her moans grow louder and her body tightens as I finger-fuck her, setting a steady rhythm for her ultimate pleasure and massaging her clit with each thrust. She’s on the edge as I strum her body like a well-played instrument. I stop, and instantly she is begging for more.
“Who’s your master, Wren? Who owns this pussy?” My heart yearns to claim her as my mate, but the Vampire in me desires total domination.
She whimpers, “Please, I need…”
“Look at me, Wren,” I order. “Who owns your body?”
She answers me with shuttered eyes. “You do, Aldin.”
“Very good, my lovely Wren. Obey me and my pleasure is yours to take,” I state and further explain her role in our first joining. “You are not allowed to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?” I want to savor our first time and learn what makes her tick.
She nods, acknowledging me, but I want her submission completely. My hand leaves her panties, snapping the flimsy material away. Lifting her, I sit down on the couch and place her over my lap. Her snowy white ass is lifted in the air, begging my hand to paint it blush as she squirms beneath my hold. My hand descends as a yelp fills the room, a faint handprint stamped on her skin—temporary ownership imprinted on my mate.
She moans; the little minx enjoys being dominated. She is my perfect match. Warmth surrounds me, knowing I am complete.
“You will answer ‘yes, sir’ when I question you, Wren,” I tell her as my hand comes down once again.
“Yes, sir!” she cries out and her musky scent permeates the room.
I restate my command, asking for her submission. “You will not come until I allow it.” Old habits die hard.
Sobbing from her arousal, Wren stammers, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” The beast within purrs, sated by her answer.
I pat her reddened ass, sliding my fingers toward her puckered hole. She tenses for a moment, and then my fingers enter her dripping-wet pussy, slowly scissoring back and forth, in and out, again and again until her moans are consuming my every thought. Her body is tense as a ripple washes over her.
“Please, sir. I need to come,” she pleads.
I release my hold around her waist and thrust my fingers deeper than before, pinching her clit at the same time.
“Come now for me, my lovely Wren.”
Wren’s body tenses as her moans escalate. A chant gushes from her mouth. “Aldin, Aldin, Aldin.” Her piercing cries soothe me to my core, releasing decades of turmoil and loneliness.
My final wish has come true. I’ve found my soulmate.
Knowing I’m the one that gave her unspeakable pleasure, I continue pumping, easing her back from the euphoria her body savored. My dick is throbbing, trapped in my jeans and needing release. I want to bury my cock so deep inside her, she won’t know where I start or she ends. When her breathing returns to normal, I remove my fingers, lick them clean, and gently turn her over on my lap. Her hair is wet from sweat and is sticking to her forehead. I lean down and kiss her lips. She sighs, tasting herself on my lips as the fire released from her moments earlier builds again into a burning inferno with my tongue.
I want her lips around my cock, but my discipline is waning. I break our kiss. “On your knees, Wren.”
She obeys and sinks between my knees to the floor. The sight of her sweaty, bound, and submitting to me releases the animal in me. I stand to remove the remainder of my clothing. She watches my movements intently, recording each step in her mind. I turn away, bending to remove the pants from my ankles. I rotate towards her and she gasps. My erection is throbbing as she stares her fill.
“I’m not sure that’s gonna fit,” she stammers, licking her lips as I fist my weeping cock from root to tip.
I see the juices dripping down her thighs and my hunger escalates.
“I want you now, Wren.” My hands cup her elbows, lifting her eye-level with me as I spin and help her place her feet on the edge of the couch. I place her bound wrists above my head, connecting us.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs for me, Wren,” I order and she obeys.
Her breathing quickens as I lubricate my dick by sliding back and forth through her juices, pleasuring both of us. I’m trembling, restraining so my Vampire strength doesn’t hurt her. I have to be careful; she’s human, and my true mate. Her body is burning for me, and only I can satisfy the longing she craves.
“Please, Aldin. I need to feel you inside me.”
I gaze into her passion filled eyes, my future. “I want to possess and own every single inch of you, my Wren. Body, soul, and mind. The same that you have done to me.”
I pledge my life to her.
I angle my cock at her entrance and slowly push forward, inch by excruciating inch. “You’re so tight,” I huff, continuing my short thrusts and needing her to take all of me. She starts to rock her body and I grab her hips, holding her in place. “Don’t move. I’m barely controlling myself.” I take a deep breath and growl. Her body is heaven, perfectly made for mine. We’re two halves of a whole that form a magical bond, sealing us together for eternity.
A few small thrusts later and I’m bottomed out. Our pelvises meet and we are joined as one. No beginning and no ending, only my Wren and me.
“Lift your legs up and rest them on my hips. Lock your ankles and hold on,” I demand urgently. My patience has ended and I need more of her.
She pants in my ear, her hands threaded in my hair as her pussy squeezes around my dick. A groan escapes my lips as I question, “Are you ready, my Wren?”
“Yes, sir.”
I wrap my arms around her. The intimacy of watching her face as I slowly withdraw to the tip breaks my concentration and calls to the animal inside me. I begin hammering into her clenching muscles.
“Oh god, yes,” she encourages me, digging her fingernails into my back and rolling her hips forward thrust after thrust. “Harder. More. I need more.”
Primal instincts take over to claim my true mate as my fangs lengthen, scraping against her intoxicating pulse. The tension builds into pain. My hands curve up to her shoulders and I’m driving into her over and over. The need grows stronger and I’m lost in her sweetness.
“Oh, Aldin … I need to … I’m so close. Not going to last …” she huskily utters in rhythm with my entrance into her silky, warm body.
I blissfully mutter my response. “Not yet. Too good. Don’t want to stop.” The feelings she evokes, I don’t want to end.
“Please,” she exclaims, then sinks her teeth into my neck, biting hard and causing a chain reaction.
I wildly continue slamming into her clenching channel as my heavy balls start to tingle and draw up. I struggle for control as sweat drips in the space between our connected bodies. With my legs spread wide, aching for release, I growl in her ear, “Now, Wren. Come with me, now!”
Immediately her body convulses and her pussy pulses around my cock. “Aldin,” she sobs, reaching the pinnacle of her pleasure. Quivers of ecstasy rack her body as my eyes zoom in on her drumming pulse, and the scent of sex fills the room.
Inst
inctively, I react, sinking my fangs into her neck and drawing her blood, her life source forever bound to mine. She is now a part of me. Mine. Pumping almost savagely, the blood rushes to my swelling cock, and her body spirals into a second climax from the endorphins released into her from the bite. The taste of her essence in my mouth and her convulsing tight muscles around my cock triggers my orgasm, milking every last drop of cum from me. I continue to revel in her taste when incoherent words of praise and satisfaction filter my sexually-induced trance.
The hunger and intense pleasure subsides as I become aware of what I have done. I retract my fangs from her and lick the two puncture wounds on her neck, sealing them instantly. Only another Enchanted Immortal can see them. By taking her blood, my fate is sealed to her for eternity. Even if she doesn’t choose me, I will never again be with another woman. She is the only one my body will accept now.
She’s boneless in my arms as I bite down on my tongue, causing blood flow, then kiss her, exchanging my blood for hers. I open her mouth and encourage her to drink. I give her only enough to replace what I took from her. She’s oblivious to what happened and I won’t complete the binding without her knowledge and acceptance. For now, I will wait.
Once I’m assured that she’s taken enough of my blood, I ease out of her and adjust her limp body in my arms. Cradling the precious cargo, I pivot and walk down the hallway to find her bedroom. Her scent is strongest in the room on the right. Entering, I’m overwhelmed with emotions I haven’t encountered before now. She’s mine. She was made for me. The perfect light to my darkened soul. I have to protect her. She’s vulnerable to others until we complete the ritual, bonding us as mates.
I need to leave soon. Wren’s breathing evens out as she’s wrapped securely in my arms after our night filled of passion. No, that isn’t right. It was the most amazing sexual marathon I’ve had since … ever. She gave me everything she had as I took everything I needed from her. Again, I can’t help but think that we are perfectly matched for each other.
