Dalakis Passion 4 - Eternal Brothers

by N. J. Walters

than necessary against her skin, she'd hauled on her pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved

  cotton top after her shower. Now she wished she'd at least put on a pair of panties. She

  felt off-kilter and slightly out of control with him in front of her.

  "Can I come in?" She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as his voice stimulated

  all her nerve endings. She'd dreamed of that voice, but had feared that she'd never hear

  it again. "Sophia?"

  Realizing that she was just standing there like a complete idiot, she stepped back,

  almost tripping on her slippers. Zane's hand shot out and steadied her before quickly

  releasing her. "Yeah. Come on in." Great. That sounded calm and in control. Didn't it?

  Get a grip, girl, she admonished herself as she turned and led him into the living room.

  Too nervous to sit, she stood next to her chair with her arms crossed defensively

  over her chest. Realizing how that must seem, she forced her arms to drop back by her

  sides and almost immediately realized her mistake. His eyes zeroed in on her breasts

  immediately and her traitorous nipples puckered even more, standing at attention like

  little soldiers awaiting a general's inspection. She swayed toward him and grabbed the

  back of the chair to keep her feet from taking her closer.

  She wanted to be in his arms, wanted to feel the security and warmth of his

  embrace. Instead, she faced him, needing to know why he'd come now after all this

  time. "Why are you here?"

  Zane winced inwardly, not exactly overwhelmed by Sophia's welcome. Well, what

  did you expect? She said she didn't want you around, he thought. Yet her body told a

  different story. He could see the outline of her pert nipples through her top and, if he

  wasn't mistaken, he could see the dark red thatch of pubic hair though the thin fabric of

  her pajama pants.

  He licked his lips, not even trying to fight his growing arousal. He'd been too long

  without her to even hope to have control. His cock began to thicken and lengthen,

  pressing against the hard zipper of his jeans. Sweat broke out on his body as he

  struggled to keep from tossing her to the floor, stripping her naked and claiming her

  body as his once again.

  He'd stayed away from her even though each night had been pure torture. She

  hadn't seen him, but he'd stood in the shadows, watching her, making sure that she was

  all right. Her determination and sheer guts had made his heart swell with pride as he'd

  watched her dealing with the authorities and the news media.

  As a male vampire, he'd hated every single moment of their separation. He'd

  wanted to destroy the police officers who'd spent hours grilling her over and over

  about her story, even though he knew that they were only doing their jobs. Her physical

  and mental distress had filled him during the interrogation, making him want to roar

  with fury. But none of it had showed on her face. Only he knew the extent of her

  suffering.

  The only other incident in his life that even came close to this was his parents'

  deaths, but even that had been different. He felt everything that she felt, but tenfold.

  Her pain was his, her anger was his and her tears had brought him to his knees. He

  never would have made it through this past month if not for his newfound cousins.

  Even Cristofor had come from Transylvania, bringing his wife and Chase Deveraux

  with him. They'd talked to him endlessly about the family history and that was the

  main reason he was here.

  That and the fact that he just couldn't bear to spend one more moment away from

  Sophia. He had to know where they stood once and for all.

  The sweet smell of her vanilla-scented soap was mixed with the delicious aroma of

  arousal that seeped from her sex, softening her folds, making them slick and swollen.

  He bit back a groan and Sophia leaned forward, growing concern etched on her face.

  "Are you all right?" She took a shuffling step forward and he almost smiled at the

  silly slippers she wore. Sophia was unique and he loved her. That wasn't going to

  change. Not now. Not ever. Where they went from here was another story altogether.

  "No. I'm not," he responded honestly.

  She nibbled on her lower lip and he began to sweat even more. His clothing felt

  tight and confining. "What's wrong?"

  He stared incredulously at her. "What's wrong? What's wrong?" The last came out

  as a guttural growl. "I've spent that last month without you, wanting you every single

  night, craving the taste of your lips and the scent of your skin."

  "Oh." She paled even further, appearing almost shocked.

  "Is that all you can say?" All the frustration of the past month came pouring out of

  him. His hands fisted at his sides. He wanted to grab her and shake her until she came

  to her senses. But that wasn't going to happen because he'd chop off his own hand

  before he'd hurt her. He shook his head, trying to clear it as his animalist nature surged

  forward, demanding he take her and mark her as his.

  "What do you want me to say?" Her brows snapped together and the color

  returned to her face in a heated rush. "You're the one who hasn't been around for the

  past month."

  He couldn't believe she had the audacity to speak to him in such a manner. He'd

  been honoring her wishes. "You told me to stay away," he managed to spit out from

  between his clenched teeth.

  "Yes, I told you to stay away while the heat was on the story. I didn't tell you to

  stay away for an entire month. You're a vampire, for heaven's sake! Couldn't you have

  snuck into my bed...I mean, my apartment sometime during the night without being

  seen?"

  His brain threatened to explode as he processed what she'd said. The way she'd

  stuttered over the word bed, changing it to apartment made his blood sing. She still

  wanted him. All the long nights he'd spent alone, thinking he was doing as she'd asked

  had been nothing but a waste. "All you had to do was call me if you wanted me in your

  bed."

  She crossed her arms under her chest, pressing her small breasts higher. The sight

  of her tight nipples momentarily distracted Zane. His fingers opened and closed at his

  sides. He wanted to rip her top off and fill his palms with her. From experience, he

  knew that his hands would cover her breasts completely, her nipples stabbing the

  centers.

  "If all I wanted was a man in my bed, I could have had a dozen during the past four

  weeks."

  A roar escaped him as he leapt at her. She stumbled back, but there was no evading

  him. He pressed her back against the wall, grabbed her hands and held them captive

  with one of his, and leaned down until their noses were almost touching. "You. Are.

  Mine." Each word was issued in a hard, guttural tone. He wanted no further

  misunderstandings. He could feel his eyes burning and his fangs lengthening. He'd kill

  any other man who touched her. She belonged to him. Only him.

  Although she was powerless to move, Sophia continued to scowl. "If all you want is

  sex, what are you waiting for?"

  "What, indeed?" Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over hers. When they parted

  to let him in, he laughed and licked her neck.

  "Bastard," she bit out as she tilted her neck to give him better access.

  "That and worse," he whi
spered in her ear as he swirled his tongue over the

  delicate whorls. "Much worse." He nipped at her lobe, tugging it just hard enough to

  make her uncomfortable, but not enough to hurt. She tried to rub her breasts against his

  chest, but he moved back just out of her reach.

  "All talk and no action."

  Growling, he bit her neck in retribution. Not hard enough to break the skin, but

  enough to make her jump. His tongue laved the spot, soothing the minor hurt. He knew

  that she'd have a small bruise there, but it wasn't enough. He needed to claim her, to

  mark her. He wouldn't be satisfied until his cock was pumping in and out of her slick

  body and she was begging, no, screaming for him to fuck her, to bite her, to drink from

  her. Only when he'd fucked them both senseless and taken her blood once again would

  he be satisfied.

  He held his hand up in front of her and allowed one of his fingernails to lengthen.

  She gasped as she watched. Inserting the sharp nail just inside the neckline of her top,

  he pulled down. Fabric ripped. Only their breathing could be heard above it. Releasing

  her hands, he tore the remnants of the garment down her arms, letting it drop to the

  floor.

  He took a step back, admiring the view. Her breasts, small but firm, were just as

  lovely as he remembered. Her taut nipples begged for attention. He flicked his

  fingernail carefully over one hard bud. Sophia flinched and then she moaned, her eyes

  glazing over. Her response set his blood throbbing through his body, pooling in his

  groin. His cock was harder than it had ever been and his balls felt so full he was

  surprised they didn't explode.

  Swearing softly, he yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside. His boots and socks

  followed quickly. She made a soft whimper and he reached out, cupping her breasts

  and rubbing his thumbs around the edges of her areola. "I love to touch your breasts,

  Sophia. They're so damn responsive." He plucked at both nipples, watching with

  pleasure as they seemed to tighten even more. "I promised you a present once before.

  I've been carrying the damn things around with me for weeks. Dreaming, fantasizing

  about what would happen when I saw you again. I pictured you wearing them a

  thousand times over the past month. As long as I had them, I believed there was a

  chance we'd be together again."

  He could see her trying to remember as he toyed with her nipples, but she was

  caught in the throes of passion. She moaned when he removed one of his hands and

  reached into his jeans pocket. Her pale green eyes widened when he pulled out two

  delicate chains with a bead on the end of each.

  She licked her lips. "What...what are they?"

  "Nipple clamps." Giving her plenty of time to object, he opened one and carefully

  placed it over her distended nipple. She gasped as the clamp closed tightly around the

  hard nub. "Does it hurt?"

  "Yes. No. Not really. Not anymore." She stared down at her breast and he flicked

  the bead with his finger, making it swing. She groaned and her hips arched toward him.

  "Now for the other one." This time he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his

  mouth, tonguing it before nipping at the tip with his teeth. Her breathing was getting

  more rapid by the second. "You like that, don't you, sweet Sophia?" He clamped the

  second piece of jewelry in place, loving how she arched forward, offering her breast to

  him. "I'll bet your cunt is hot and wet, isn't it?" He gently set both beads to swaying.

  "Yes," she hissed.

  "Show me. Strip off your clothing and show me your pretty pussy." She stared at

  him uncertainly for a moment and then her hands went to the drawstrings of her pants

  and tugged. As she kicked off her slippers, he moved his hands to the button of his

  jeans and yanked it open. She shimmied her hips as she pushed the fabric downward.

  The metallic sound of a zipper being pulled down echoed through the room.

  When she was naked, she hesitated.

  "Show me."

  Throwing back her shoulders, she widened her stance before reaching between her

  legs and spreading the folds of her sex. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. He

  fell to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her thighs. Her arousal

  intoxicated him as he licked a hot path up one side and down the other. He traced each

  fold with his tongue, absorbing her taste, arousing her even more.

  Beads of liquid seeped from the tip of his cock and his balls pulled up tight against

  his body. He didn't have much time.

  He circled her clit with his tongue, pleased when the red bud slipped from its

  protective hood. Her fingernails dug into his scalp, tugging him closer one moment and

  trying to pull him away the next. He laughed, drunk on the taste of Sophia.

  Sliding his tongue across her sensitive flesh one final time, he then dragged her

  down on the floor beside him. "On your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from

  behind."

  She crawled away from him, coming up on her hands and knees. He stared at her

  pussy, wet and pink and open, just waiting for him. It still wasn't enough. Shoving his

  jeans down around his hips, he pushed his way between her thighs and pressed his

  erection into the dark cleft of her ass. Her cheeks clenched around him and he sucked in

  a breath. He could see the sheen of sweat that coated Sophia's back and knew that she

  was as aroused as he was.

  Shifting slightly, he adjusted his hard length so that it went between her thighs, but

  not inside her. "Zane," she cried as he stroked her clit and her sex with his cock. She

  squirmed, trying desperately to get him inside her, but he kept his hands on her hips,

  not allowing that to happen.

  "What do you want?" He slid his cock forward, his jaw locking tight as shards of

  pleasure shot through him. She was so wet his erection skimmed over her easily and

  effortlessly. "Tell me and I'll give it to you."

  "I want you," she wailed, squirming again.

  "Not good enough." He leaned down and nipped at her neck, whispering hotly in

  her ear. "Tell me," he commanded, ready to break.

  "Fuck me," she screamed.

  Relief flooded him as he pulled back and slipped the head of his cock just inside her

  slit. Her feminine muscles clutched at him, urging him further. Gripping her hips, he

  rested his forehead on her back. "Mine," he yelled as he surged forward, burying

  himself to the balls in her waiting heat.

  Her back arched as she pushed herself back toward him. Primal need surged

  through him. There was no finesse, no style, just fucking at its most basic. He

  hammered his hips against her, feeling his blood surge through him as he sheathed

  himself over and over, trying desperately to get deeper inside her with each plunge.

  Sophia was panting hard as her ass slammed back against him. His balls surged

  forward with each thrust, slapping at her slick folds. He could feel her inner muscles

  clenching and unclenching with greater urgency and knew she was close.

  "Come for me," he urged as he leaned forward and sank his teeth into her nape.

  Blood, sweet and warm, spurted into his mouth and he sucked hard. She bucked even

  harder against him and might have even unseated him if it wasn't for his unnatural

  strength. He wrapped one
forearm around her stomach and used his other hand to toy

  with one of her nipple clamps.

  Sophia went wild. She thrashed her head from side to side and screamed as she

  came. Her orgasm flooded though her pussy, her inner muscles contracting, squeezing

  his cock in a hot vise. His balls tightened and his semen rose through his shaft and

  erupted out of the tip, shooting deep into her. His head swam as he sucked her blood

  and continued to hammer his hips into her. Miraculously, she began to come again and

  he rode her hard as she milked his cock dry.

  When she slumped in his arms, he shuddered and withdrew his teeth, dragging his

  tongue over the puncture wound to close it. Swearing, he carefully pulled out of her,

  shuddering as her hot cunt reluctantly released him. He turned her over and lifted her

  into his arms. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. He'd taken more blood

  than he'd planned and definitely more than she could afford to give.

  Her breasts brushed his chest and he swore again. The nipple clamps were still in

  place. Gently he removed each one and tossed them on the coffee table. He laved each

  tender bud with his tongue in silent apology. She was too new to them to leave them on

  for so long.

  Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled at him, but her smile faded as he

  continued to watch her. "What's wrong?"

  "I took too much blood. I need to replace yours."

  She swallowed hard and shivered. He grabbed the throw from the back of the chair

  and wrapped it around her. He'd taken her on the floor with all the finesse and care of a

  rutting bull. It was a wonder she wasn't screaming at him to leave her alone.

  "Was this just a quick, easy fuck for you?"

  Zane stared at her as if she'd lost her mind. "How can you even ask such a thing?"

  She shrugged and looked away. He cupped her chin in his strong fingers and tilted it

  until she was watching him. "There is nothing remotely easy about this, Sophia. You

  know what I am and what that means."

  She nodded again, this time more firmly. "I do."

  "Then you know that our relationship will not be the same as a regular one. I will

  come to you after dark for as long as you wish it."

  Her brows came together as she studied him. "You mean you'll drop by at night for

  a roll in the sack, or the floor or wherever."