Breaking the kiss, he ran his hands up her back and under her shirt, lifting it off her body. He watched as her cream colored skin became visible and her breasts played peek-a-boo behind a green satin bra.
“Mo Chroi,” he whispered as he gazed at the beautiful creature above him. Unable to resist he pulled the small hair band from her hair and a tumble of long blonde wave hair fell down like a halo around her face. Her eyes were heavy with lust and he was lost. Never in his many years had he run into a more enchanting woman, who not only did he hold captive, but had managed to captivate his heart.
Pulling her down to him, he licked and sucked her neck right above her pulse point and the smell of her arousal filled the air like a cloud of perfume. Tiny whimpers escaped her as he nipped and sucked her neck while palming her breast. Marlee began moving back and forth on him, causing him to almost come in his pants like a young schoolboy. Not wanting to stop, he unhooked the small clasp in front that held in her bountiful breast, which now bounced in front of him like a forbidden fruit. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked while pulling and elongating the other nipple between his fingers. She seemed to need more while holding his head to her chest. Wanting to feel skin on skin, he quickly removed his shirt throwing it behind him on the couch. Shifting, he pressed her back down into the lush cushions while his body was firmly on hers.
“Please,” she begged while kissing his neck. Her hands moved up to his back while her nails dug into his skin. The faint smell of blood hit him, spiking desire deep within him. Her mark was on him, a primal instinct took over and he ripped her jeans from her body pushing his fingers into her hot channel. She was so tight and the need to be in her consumed everything when her panting and moaning started. Quickly unbuckling his pants, he pulled them down just enough to free his throbbing cock.
“Yes, please, I need you, Sin,” she egged him on. Within half a heartbeat he slammed into her to the hilt. Marlee cried out, clinging to him as he held himself still, enjoying the feeling of being inside her. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled out until only the top of his cock remained lodged in her velvet tunnel before he thrusted back inside, hitting her sweet spot. Over and Over he pulled out with exquisite slowness before slamming into her good and hard. But all too soon his desire picked up and he started to really move. In and out he moved with her, meeting him thrust for thrust until the two of them cried out. Her nails dug more into his back and he could feel her walls tighten around him, knowing she was close. Thank fuck, he thought as he too was on the brink. Lifting his head, he watched as Marlee's head was thrown back baring her neck to him, and upon instinct he struck, sinking his fangs deep into her pulsing neck, finally getting a true taste of her. It was just what she needed and she cried out his name like a prayer holding him while he pumped and he too found his release, coating her inside with his come. In all the years of taking woman after woman, he could never remember coming as hard as he had with Marlee. Removing his fangs, Sin licked the point of entry closed, sealing them shut, before peering down at the beauty beneath him.
Marlee felt like she had just been fucked ten ways to Tuesday, and then back again. Holy hell. She didn’t even know if she could move her legs, and she didn’t care. Right now she was laying with Sin on top of her, enjoying her orgasmic glow. Sin was kissing her softly, sweetly.
“Are you okay, Mo Chroi?” Looking up into his sparkling green eyes, she couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m more than fine.” That seemed to reassure him. “Sin, what does Mo Chroi mean? You have called me that before.” This time he kissed her palm while she touched his face.
“My sweet Marlee, it means, my heart.” Her heart melted right then and there, and she realized that in this moment he cared for her too. No longer fighting against each other to avoid danger, but coming together. Never in her life did she ever think she would fall for a man so fast, nonetheless, fallen for a vampire. She went to reply when there was a loud knock on the door, before it swung open. Marlee screamed trying to cover herself, when she realized that Sin was already doing that.
“My Lord, are you alright, I heard screaming,” said the guard, who now looked mortified by their appearance.
“We are fine, leave now and I will forget this ever happened,” Sin snapped. The man bowed in fear before heading out of the room.
“Sin, it’s not his fault, I got, you know, kinda loud. He was just looking out for your safety.” She tried to reassure him when he sat up, pulling out of her. She winced at the feeling. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it. As Sin stood she noticed all the scratches on his back and the blood. “Oh shit, Sin, I’m so sorry. I hurt you. Here let me help clean you up.” She felt mortified. His beautiful back held various tattoos, now with several scratches and trickles of blood running down. “Shit,” she whispered and stood.
“What is it?” Sin said, looking over his shoulder quickly.
“You are bleeding,” she said.
He laughed and looked over his shoulder. “No worries, I am a vampire, it will heal. For now I wear it as a badge of honor.”
Marlee blushed and shook her head. “Let me clean it up,” she whispered and he smiled.
“You wish to take care of me?” he said, sounding pleased.
Slowly she nodded, realizing she wanted nothing more. She walked toward him slowly, acting on pure instinct she touched one of his scratches, coming away with blood on her fingertip. Marlee stared into Sin’s eyes as she licked the blood away, closing her eyes, tasting him. It was nothing like she expected, it wasn’t bitter or tasted like copper. It was smooth with a hint of spice, it made her tongue tingle and want more.
“Baby,” he whispered, feeling a small connection to her. How could this be, she is human?
Slowly she reached for him, he watched over his shoulder as her small tongue peeked out between her lips as she moved closer to him. She touched the tip of her tongue to his back, catching a drop of blood as it began to run down his back. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen and before he could comment she grabbed hold of his waist bring herself against him as she laid the length of her tongue to his back and began licking every drop of blood from his skin, tasting his blood, moaning with lick. He felt his cock standing at attention yet again.
“So good,” Marlee whispered and then her eyes popped open and she screeched. “What the fuck? What am I doing?”
Marlee ran for the bathroom and slammed the door before he had a chance to speak, leaving him stunned. What had just happened? He could feel her even more now, her feelings slamming into him, coursing through his mind. He needed answers before he could speak to her. Pulling on his clothes, he left the room quickly. He had to fix this.
Chapter Eleven
Marlee heard the door to the room shut and she cried. What the hell was wrong with her? Looking in the mirror, she saw herself. She looked wild, her hair still messed up from their lovemaking, and her face blushed with desire. Then she stared at her lips, in the corner of her mouth was a small drop of blood, she froze.
Shit, she thought and then ran to the shower and turned it on. She didn’t even have time to appreciate the luxurious surroundings, needing to get the blood off her. She didn’t even understand what had happened.
The water was scalding when she stepped in and raised her face to wash it. Then she opened her mouth, as if the water would wash the blood from her insides. Marlee shivered, how could she have done that? Shit, was she going to become a vampire now. Still unable to believe she had drank blood, but no matter how much water ran through her mouth, the spicy taste of Sin's blood remained—a taste she would never be able to forget. The thoughts swirled in her head as she showered. She stepped out of the shower, catching her reflection again. Wiping away the steam from the mirror she looked at herself closely, was she paler, or fading? Vampires couldn’t see their reflections, right?
She sunk to the floor in tears, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.
*****
“What does it say?” Sin demanded of Cillian.
Since entering his office, Sin and Cillian had been scouring the books, which Sin had collected over the years. Some of them were from older vampires, diaries of sorts he had found after they had been killed.
“Do you remember the vampire we found on the Cliffs of Moher?” Cillian asked.
“The one who lived in the small lighthouse that is there?” Sin asked and Cillian nodded. “He was crazy, secluded himself up there to prey on tourists. We had to take him out.”
Cillian nodded, it had been only thirty years ago when they had heard of the man. He had hidden well in the caves close to the cliffs. When they finally found him the man had been crazed, talking and mumbling about finding the one again. Sin had tried to help the man, but he had been nuts. They ended up having to kill him in order to keep humans safe, it didn’t make it easier to kill a fellow vampire.
When Sin had become Lord of Ireland after killing the previous evil lord, he had made an effort to change things. Under the previous rule, vampires had been allowed to do as they wished, killing and drinking from humans as they wanted without any rules. The humans had been fearful, having created many folklores to explain the deaths. Some had even discovered their secret, and in an effort to remain hidden, Sin had been forced to turn them. So he made the decision to kill any vampire whom refused to change their ways, and accept those into his clan who did. It had taken years to find all the evil creatures, but they had.
“What does it say?” Sin said absently. His thoughts quickening as he read from a book he was holding, thinking he may have come across something.
“When we found him, remember, he was spouting off about finding the one?” Cillian said slowly.
“Yes,” Sin said, paying closer attention now.
“According to his journal, he was referring to the female whose blood called to him. He writes, with one taste it intoxicated him, but she ran. For years, he sought her out, feeling a connection yet not being able to find her. It drove him mad,” Cillian said.
“I have a similar account here. A fisherman who discovered a man whose blood did the same. Except he and the man remained together, feeding only from him for the rest of his life. Where was the journal found?” Sin asked quickly.
Cillian looked at it and shrugged. “Some of the journals we bought in estate sales.”
“Listen to this,” Sin said and stood. “I have found my mate, the only one my maker said is meant for me. His blood is the only thing that can nourish me now, if he dies—I die, if I die—he dies, our lives intertwined for eternity.”
“What?” Cillian asked. “How long did the human live with him?”
Sinful looked at the last page in the journal, none of this made sense, humans' lives were not tied to theirs. They could drink from them, but unless they turned them, humans would only live their normal life span.
“We have lived for a hundred and fifty years together, my husband is sorrowful now. His family dead, and all those he knew have left this land. He has no desire to live forever, and to be honest, without him, neither do I. We have decided, tomorrow we will die together, when the sun rises we will bask in its warmth in each other's arms one last time before we do what needs to be done.” Sin finished reading and looked up. “Could it be?”
“One human for us to mate with?” Cillian asked and then frowned. “Why would it matter? We can drink from humans as it is. What makes the one’s blood so much better?”
“This is why,” Sin laughed. He had flipped back through the pages of the journal. “Since finding Jeremy I have noticed a change in me. I can walk in the sun for the first time in a century. The first time was an accident, I had been stranded on the boat during a storm, Jeremy found my boat which was adrift, being starved I bit him, and he ran. I chased him into the sun without caring. It had stung, but I had not burnt to my death. Jeremy had calmed down, because he felt a pull. After drinking my blood from a cut I sustained, we became bonded. We experimented, and found I now have new powers. We are not speaking of it to anyone, as it would make us vulnerable.”
“We need to read more of the journals, see if any of them have a similar story,” Cillian said absently.
“Only you and I will know if this,” Sin warned and his friend nodded. “I need to speak to Marlee, see what she is feeling.
*****
Marlee had laid down after she had dressed in a robe she found, she was exhausted, the door had been locked and she was stuck in Sin's chamber. Her emotions were all over the place, but the only thing she could think of was Sin, where was he and when was he going to be back.
Sin pushed aside the silky robe that had taunted him with glimpses of her full breasts, her soft curves. His mouth traveled from her lips to her shoulder, lingering on her sweet smelling skin, then moving down to bite gently at first one breast, then the other, until he had taken each of her sweet, firm nipples into his mouth, grazing them slightly with the points of his fangs.
It was enough to draw the faintest drop of blood, the taste exploded on his tongue as he lapped at it gently, wanting more from her. While his mouth nibbled one breast, his fingers caressed the other, pinching the nipple until it was peaked and ready for him, feasting on her ripe nipples, Sin was taking as she offered greedily.
Over and over, she cried out her pleasure, little moans that sent sparks of hunger coursing through his body, driving him nearly mad with the need to sink his teeth into her neck, his cock into her pulsing heat. He wanted to share the feeling with her, the overwhelming desire to claim her. Sin smiled and stepped back, he smiled as he looked in her lust filled eyes and bit gently on his finger, breaking the skin and holding it out to her. She could already feel what he was feeling and she knew what he wanted.
Marlee grasped his hand, brought it to her lips, and sucked on his finger. Sin closed his eyes as he felt the tug of blood leaving his body. Together they felt the connection burning though them. Marlee sighed, the feeling of love and belonging swept through her, she would never leave this man, because he was the other half of her soul.
She was tugging at his clothing suddenly, complaining softly as her hands sought to touch his skin, tearing away his jacket and yanking the sweater over his head. She was desperate and he could feel it. He stood to rip off his pants, and Marlee came with him, her slender fingers pulling at the button. Slapping Sin’s hands aside, she sunk her hand into his pants. Marlee grinned at him seductively while she pulled his hard cock, freeing it from the confines of his pants. She took him in her mouth, shoving his pants down below his hips, sucking him deeper as his full length was freed, her tongue playing along his sensitive head.
He groaned, struggling to control the desire to plunge into her throat, to fuck her hot, wet mouth as he would the slick pussy between her legs. He gripped her head in his big hands, fingers twisting in her hair, as she glided up and down, her wicked tongue licking him like a favorite candy.
When he could stand no more, he tightened his hold and pulled her away with a muttered oath, pushing her back onto the bed, then following and trapping her there, tasting her, teasing her with biting kisses until she cried out, tearing at his hair and forcing him down to her pussy. Cupping her ass with both hands, he lifted her to him, spreading her legs, opening her wide to his exploring mouth. His tongue slid into her swollen folds, probing inside her, then stroking upward to her hard clit.
She gasped in shock as his tongue circled the sensitive nub, rousing it to hardness, then biting down to draw the sweetest blood of all, the taste lingering as Marlee screamed in orgasm, her body bucking against the grip of his hands, his mouth. Shudders rippled her muscles beneath him as he lapped up the delicious juice of her orgasm, eliciting renewed cries of pleasure from Marlee.
“Mo Chroi,” he whispered, blowing softly on her sensitive clit. “So sweet.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Oh God, Sin, please.”
Desire overwhelmed him. He lifted himself from between her legs and
drove his cock deep inside her with a powerful thrust that lifted her from the bed.
She groaned with pleasure, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, trapping him, holding him in the scorching heat of her pussy. He lowered his head to claim her mouth once again, mingling the tastes of their bodies, tasting himself on her tongue, letting her taste her own sweetness on his. He plunged in and out, driven by a lust he’d never felt before, claiming her, marking her as his own so no other vampire, no other man, would ever dare take her from him.
When he felt his climax building, felt the tightening in his balls that told him he wouldn’t be able to resist her temptation much longer, he let his mouth find the sweet vein in her neck, letting his fangs drop completely to caress her skin and sink into her. Hot blood slid down his throat as his come shot deep inside her.
Marlee convulsed beneath him, joining him in an overwhelming orgasm, muffling her screams against his shoulder as her nails clawed his back open once again. He collapsed on top of her, his tongue lapping lazily at the trickle of blood from her neck, feeling her heart pound against his chest.
Her legs fell open and he shifted slightly, taking the weight of his body off her slender frame. His cock slipped from within, and she murmured a small protest, one long leg coming up to wrap around his hips, holding him close, nestling him in the warm, wet valley between her legs.
Sin raised his head and chuckled softly. She opened her eyes at the sound and a fresh bolt of lust stabbed right through his heart. He growled low in his throat. She felt their connection, and her eyes widened. They were mated, she thought and then frowned as she wondered exactly what that meant.
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