Dalakis Passion 4 - Eternal Brothers

by N. J. Walters

  from exhaustion. His teeth tingled, his fangs lengthening. He wanted to taste her too. To

  feel the blast of heat and energy that her blood gave him. She was so sweet, her blood

  thick and potent and his.

  Zane managed to get them in through the bedroom door, kicking it shut behind

  him. Sophia's hands were everywhere. On his shoulders, his back, his chest. His skin

  felt as if it was stretched too tight over his bones. He needed to feel her hands on his

  naked flesh.

  Staggering to the bed, he tried to place her on the mattress, but she wouldn't let go

  of him. Turning, he lowered himself carefully to the bed. The motion pressed her groin

  against his and he groaned.

  "You have to let go of me."

  "No." She nipped at his neck, her hands slipping beneath his shirt.

  In spite of the need pounding through his body, he laughed. She raised her head

  and stared at him. Her lips were soft and slightly swollen, her red hair tousled and her

  pale green eyes were passion-filled. His proud fairy queen was now a seductress.

  "I want you naked." He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed.

  "Why didn't you say so?" She scrambled from his lap, standing right in front of him

  and began to tug off her clothing with wild abandon.

  No sexy striptease could have aroused him as effectively as Sophia tearing at her

  clothing. Her shirt came off first and she tossed it aside. She toed off her sneakers as she

  reached for the snap at the front of her jeans. His own clothing felt restraining, so Zane

  ripped his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Sophia stopped, her hands on

  her zipper and just stared at him.

  "Don't stop." If she stopped now, he'd go mad.

  "Right." She yanked her zipper down and then shimmied out of her jeans, taking

  her underwear with it as she pushed them over her thighs and calves. Bending down,

  she shoved her socks off as well and then she was naked.

  Her skin was milky white and, he knew from experience, very soft. He could spend

  hours just running his fingers over her supple flesh. There were several intriguing

  freckles on the curve of her small breasts that he just had to taste. He knew she was self-

  conscious about her breasts, but to him they were perfect. They weren't even a handful,

  but they were incredibly responsive. Her nipples were a light, dusky rose. Puckered

  proud, they stood at attention. He licked his lips and she moaned.

  Her rib cage was narrow and her waist small, but her hips flared out slightly. The

  nest of curls at the apex of her thighs was just a shade darker than the hair on her head.

  Reaching out his hand, he sifted through the dark red curls, loving the way they

  wrapped around his fingers.

  He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, see the fluttering of her pulse in her

  neck as he pushed his fingers between her thighs. She parted her legs, allowing him

  entry. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep, calming breath. Reaching out, he took

  hold of her hand and guided it between her thighs. He felt her slight resistance and then

  she relaxed, allowing him to do as he would. He glided her fingers over her slick folds.

  Could feel the moisture coating his hand. She was already soaking wet for him.

  Withdrawing her fingers, he brought them to his mouth and licked them.

  She whimpered as he sucked one finger farther into his mouth, drawing her essence

  from it. Her hips undulated slightly as he slowly pulled his head back, scraping his

  teeth over her fingers "You taste perfect. Like peaches and honey."

  "Zane!" she cried, her head falling back as she swayed toward him.

  Pulling her closer, he closed his mouth over one of her pert nipples, drawing it

  deep. She gripped his head, tugging his hair as she held him to her. He loved the slight

  sting of her nails digging into his scalp. His hands molded the firm, pliant flesh of her

  ass.

  Sophia's hands slid down his neck. She placed her palms on his shoulders and

  pushed. He reluctantly released her, swirling his tongue around her areola before he sat

  back.

  "It's my turn." Her husky voice had his balls pulling up tight against his body.

  "What do you want?"

  "You." Dropping to her knees in front of him, she reached for the zipper of his

  jeans.

  Zane held his breath as she slowly and ever-so carefully drew the tab downward,

  parting the metal teeth. He bit back a groan as her fingers shoved aside his underwear,

  releasing his heavy erection. It strained toward her, the bulbous head dark and wet.

  Sophia made a purring sound as she eased forward. She opened her mouth and

  flicked her tongue over the tip, drawing a bead of pearly fluid into her mouth. "Mmm.

  Salty."

  Zane fisted his hands in the bedcovers on either side of him to keep from grabbing

  her and fucking her mouth. He wanted to give her time to explore, time to get used to

  him.

  He almost came off the bed when her hand cupped his scrotum, her fingers gently

  massaging his tight balls. His back bowed and he felt his fingernails elongate and rip

  through the comforter, all the way to the mattress. "Sophia," he groaned.

  She ignored him, intent on what she was doing to him. Her lips nuzzled his heavy

  sac and then her mouth drew one of his balls inside. Liquid seeped from the tip of his

  erection. Just when he thought he might come, she released him and ran that clever

  tongue up the underside of his cock, tracing the long, pulsing blue vein. He swallowed

  hard, his chest heaving as he tried to suck in enough air to breathe.

  "I love the hot feel of you." Her fingers skimmed over his shaft as she licked the

  head. "Your skin is so soft, but you're so hard."

  "Sophia." This time there was no mistaking the warning in his voice. The time for

  teasing was over.

  Her husky laugh washed over him as her warm breath teased his erection. Then she

  was taking him inside her. Her open mouth closed over his cock. Zane shut his eyes and

  gritted his teeth to keep from coming. It was too soon. He wanted to savor every

  moment of this. The glide of her mouth as she took him deeper. The wet heat that

  surrounded him. The firm but gentle massage of her fingers as she caressed his balls

  and the lower part of his shaft.

  Zane had had many women over the course of the two hundred years of his life,

  but never had anything felt as good as Sophia's mouth on his body. Her teeth teased his

  cock as she drew her mouth away from him, swirling her tongue around the head

  before taking him back inside.

  Sweat covered his back and chest as he struggled to maintain control. Every muscle

  in his body tightened in anticipation. He growled when she removed her mouth,

  teasing the tip yet again. He couldn't take it any longer.

  Gripping her head in his hands, he drew her mouth back to his cock. She parted her

  lips and took him willingly. "Suck. Hard." He flexed his hips toward her, driving his

  cock deeper. She squeezed the base of his shaft and then she began to move her hand

  up and down.

  His balls constricted and his cock throbbed. Blood pounded though his veins. The

  blood vessel in his temple pulsed. He was only seconds away.

  Holding her steady, he fucked her mouth. Her tongue stroked his hard length as he

  plun
ged in and out, going as deep as he could. She took more of him than he'd thought

  she could. It was heaven. It was hell. It was driving him to the brink. His fangs

  lengthened and he knew his eyes were turning red. Could feel the change in them as

  she pushed him higher.

  Her fingers slid from the heavy sac hanging down between his legs and massaged

  the flesh just behind it. That, combined with the pumping motion of her other hand and

  the sweet sucking of her mouth, pushed him over the edge.

  Zane shouted her name as he came. Hot cum shot into her mouth and down her

  throat. She swallowed and kept sucking. He thought that the top of his head might

  explode as his cock continued to pulse. A shudder racked his body as he felt the last

  vestiges of his release.

  And he'd thought he would be able to walk away from her.

  There was no way that would ever happen now. No matter what kind of

  relationship they ended up with, Zane knew he would never leave her. She was the

  woman for him. The only woman for him. He knew it. Sensed it on a deep, cellular

  level. There would never be another woman who would complete him as Sophia did.

  She released him and sat back on her heels, smiling up at him. Once again, she

  looked like a mischievous fairy, so delicate and light compared to him. But he knew

  that looks were deceiving. She was strong and courageous and...perfect.

  Dragging her up into his arms, he captured her mouth, twining his tongue with

  hers, needing to kiss her, to claim her. He could taste himself on her lips and found

  himself getting hard again. The smell of sex permeated the air, making it feel thick and

  heavy. Her skin was warm and damp against his chest and he could feel the heavy

  thump of her heart as she leaned into him.

  His boots were still on and his jeans were barely pushed down his hips. He knew he

  should undress, but he couldn't let her go. Instead, he lay back on the bed, drawing her

  down with him. She covered him like a blanket, surrounding him with her heat and her

  scent.

  His fangs ached, his blood pounded, demanding he satisfy the other need beating at

  him. Blood. He had to have blood. But not just any. Hers.

  Zane shook his head to try to clear the bloodlust that was clouding his brain. He

  wanted to bring her pleasure first. He wasn't sure she'd want him to drink from her and

  he'd vowed he would never take what she didn't offer.

  Sophia ended their kiss and raised her head to stare down at him. Her sex was wet

  and hot against his stomach. Her skin was flushed, a vivid reminder of the rich blood

  that pumped through her veins. He had to taste her if not her blood.

  "Come and sit on my face, my love. I want to eat your sweet pussy until you

  scream." His eyes followed her tongue as she licked her lips. He could see the desire in

  her eyes, the need, the hunger. "Ride my face first and then you can ride my cock."

  Sophia sat on Zane's stomach, her hands resting on the hard muscles of his chest.

  There was no give in him anywhere. The man was solid as a rock. She'd never thought

  of herself as the type of woman who was turned on by rippling abs and bulging biceps,

  but there was something about knowing he was so much stronger than she was that

  was a huge turn-on. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she couldn't stop him.

  But she knew that all she had to say was no and he would stop. For the first time in her

  life, she had a taste of feminine power.

  She licked her lips, loving the tang of him that lingered there. She'd given one of

  her former lovers a blowjob from time to time, but she couldn't say she'd actually

  enjoyed it. But everything was different with Zane. She'd wanted to take him in her

  mouth, to taste him, to feel him tremble and shake as he came.

  Perhaps it was because he was so incredibly giving when it came to her. He seemed

  more concerned about her satisfaction then about his own. She wanted to do everything

  with him. Anything he wanted. Including having him drink from her. She knew that,

  intellectually, she should be grossed out totally by the mere thought of him drinking

  her blood. However, after having been through the experience, she knew it was

  anything but disgusting. It was intimate and erotic and made her feel connected to Zane

  in a way she'd never felt connected to any other person in her entire life.

  His raw demands made her pussy clench tight. There was no right and wrong

  between them. There was only the two of them, and whatever they wanted to do was

  right.

  Shifting up on her knees, she crawled forward until her legs were on either side of

  his head. His green eyes seared her body with their heat. She could feel the warmth of

  his breath against her inner thighs as he clamped his hands over the backs of her legs

  and positioned her where he wanted her.

  "Touch your breasts."

  "What?" His words startled her.

  His tongue pressed into the crease at the top of her thigh. "Touch yourself, my

  love." He took her hands in his and placed them over her breasts.

  He'd called her that before. My love. The words made her heart soar even as she

  told herself not to read too much into it. Men often said things in the heat of passion

  that they didn't mean. Still, it sounded nice and made her feel warm and cared for.

  "Pinch your nipples between your thumbs and forefingers," he urged.

  Somehow it was easy for her to do it with his encouragement. She'd never done this

  before. Sure, she'd masturbated with her vibrator, but she always avoided her breasts.

  Their small size had always made her feel inadequate.

  "That's it," he murmured as she did as he asked. Her nipples were tight and the

  slight pinching sensation felt good. She moaned and undulated her hips. Zane

  chuckled, and she could feel the vibration against her pussy as he kissed her there. "I'll

  have to buy you some nipple clamps. You have such sensitive nipples, you'd love the

  feeling they'd give you. I'll bet you could come just from them attached to your

  breasts."

  She shivered and pinched her nipples tighter.

  "Would you like that, Sophia?"

  "God, yes." There was no thought of denial. She knew that he could feel her

  growing desire, her excitement.

  "Maybe a clit clamp as well...eventually." He flicked the swollen nub with his

  tongue, making her flinch. His hands left her breasts and wrapped around her thighs,

  tugging her pussy closer to his mouth.

  Her face was flushed with heat at the mere thought of wearing such body

  adornments. Then she couldn't think at all as she lost herself in his touch.

  His tongue stroked up one side of her labia and then down the other, parting her

  slick folds. Moisture seeped from her core as her inner muscles clenched and released.

  She plumped her breasts in her hands and continued to stroke and tease their tips.

  Zane caught her clitoris between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. Heat

  suffused her entire body, engulfing her in the flames of desire. He slid one of his hands

  between her legs and pressed the tip of one finger just inside her slit. She groaned and

  squirmed, trying to push him deeper.

  He sucked her clit hard and then released it. "Tell me what you want."

  "Put your fingers inside me."

  He thrust one
finger and then inserted another one. Her inner muscles clamped

  down hard, drawing him deep. "Yesss," she hissed as he slowly withdrew them and

  plunged them inward again.

  Sophia rode his mouth and his fingers as he pushed her closer to the edge. She

  could feel her orgasm gathering within her. Her body was fluid as she followed its cues,

  shifting and moving to get the maximum pleasure. Her skin was covered in a light

  sheen of sweat, her hair plastered to her scalp as she pushed forward, seeking.

  Her hands dropped from her breasts to tangle in his hair as he sucked her clit

  harder, his fingers pushing deep within her. It flashed over her, exploding within her.

  She came in a rush of release that gushed from her core, coating his fingers. His arm

  banded around her, keeping her close to him as he continued to pleasure her with his

  mouth and fingers. She convulsed hard, all feeling centered between her thighs.

  Closing her eyes, she rode the waves until she felt replete. She practically melted

  against Zane, slumping forward. He shifted her body easily, sliding her down his own

  body so that she was once again draped across his torso. His arms locked around her,

  hugging her close and she snuggled into his chest, nuzzling the patch of chest hair with

  her nose.

  With her eyes still closed, she trembled as the occasional aftershock shook her. As

  her body relaxed and began to cool, she shivered. Zane yanked the ends of the

  bedcovers, pulling part of them over her. She snuggled closer, seeking his heat.

  The tip of his cock nudged her behind, letting her know that he still wanted her. She

  raised her head and stared down at him. She could see the strain on his face, see the

  tinge of red in his eyes. Knew what he wanted.

  Sitting up, she scooted back so that her slit was poised just above the tip of his cock.

  She slowly rocked back and forth, teasing the head of his shaft with her slick folds.

  "Sophia," he moaned as he steadied her hips. He could easily have taken control,

  but he was allowing her to set the pace.

  "Yes." She started to slide down him. Her inner muscles were still swollen and he

  was so thick that it almost hurt. But it also felt amazingly good. She pushed him another

  inch deeper.

  Zane palmed her breasts, making her cry out. Her pussy clenched with growing