Adored By The Rancher: Mail Order Brides Box Set

by Dreams, Brittany

  “Yes Sarah. What else? What else would you like to do?”

  She felt herself blush, whether from shyness or the molten ache of wanting him, she wasn’t sure. “I want to take your cock into my mouth. I want to run my tongue over you and taste you until you beg me to stop.”

  That seemed to surprise Calder. He raised an eyebrow and smiled a ghost of a smile. “And Sarah, what would you like me to do to you?”

  “I want…” What indeed? Her experience in this was woefully inadequate. She had read a couple romance novels, had seen it in countless movies… of course she knew how it went… she just wasn’t sure what exactly she wanted Calder to do to her. Besides everything. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “I want you to show me what pleasure is. I want you to give me a night that I’ll remember forever.”

  “Oh my dear,” Calder shook his head sadly. “I can’t let you remember any of this. You understand, don’t you? If you knew about me it would ruin your life. You would question constantly, the world you thought you knew. If you mentioned me to anyone they would think you were crazy. And if they believed you, they would hunt me to the ends of the earth and torture me unmercifully.”

  “Calder,” Sarah whispered. She still stood in the circle of his arms. She now brought her own up, and placed them on either side of his neck. Did he know that her heart wept for him? For his solitude? For his never ending years? He was unloved. He would forever remain unloved.

  Calder reached down and tilted her face to meet his. His eyes told her that he did know. He leaned down and placed his lips on hers. He was not gentle as she thought he might be, but insistent, plundering her mouth with his. The sensation sent an explosion of lights off behind Sarah’s closed eyes. They danced, red and green and white. She opened her mouth to Calder, felt his tongue sweep in and teach hers. Sarah wrapped her hands around his neck, played with the silk of his long blonde hair.

  Calder finally pulled away, his eyes raking over Sarah’s form. “That is a beautiful dress,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “I’m going to take it off of you and I’m going to teach you what true pleasure, unending pleasure, is.”

  “Yes,” Sarah whispered. She turned so Calder could undo the zipper, which he did deftly. He unbuttoned the halter behind Sarah’s neck and the dress fell into a pool of red fabric, around her hips. Calder ran both hands over Sarah’s body, down her sides, over her hips. He pushed the dress to the floor, then taking her hand; he guided her to step out of it.

  “Are you pleased with what you see?” Sarah asked. She couldn’t believe that was her, asking such ridiculously sexy questions, demanding to hear him say out loud what she already knew. She knew that he found her attractive. She could see his own desire play over his features. His eyes became even brighter, his lips parted slightly, revealing the points of sharp, white fangs.

  “Oh yes,” Calder said huskily. His chest rose and fell, his breathing erratic. His hands were on her then, cool, smooth, gliding over her creamy skin. He picked her up in his arms, completely naked. Sarah didn’t question him. She closed her eyes and when she opened them there was a large four poster bed complete with heavy red linens and a gold embroidered cover.

  “What?” She stammered but Calder shook his head.

  “No questions my dear. This is my house; I can make most anything happen.”

  She did as he said, and closed her eyes. He laid her down gently on the softest bed she had ever felt. The cover was silk. It chafed exquisitely against her sensitive skin.

  “Open your eyes Sarah. I want you to watch me.”

  Her lids flew open at the command. Calder stood at the edge of the bed. He slowly removed his suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. His fingers unbuttoned his black collared shirt one by one. He pulled it from his waistband and shrugged it off, uncaring where it fell.

  Sarah’s mouth went bone dry at the sight of his muscular chest. Calder could have been made from stone. He was a god. A perfectly shaped, heavily muscled, chiseled, god. His skin was pale but the gold hue the many candles cast gave him an otherworldly glow.

  Calder’s hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his pants. He pulled them down his hips, stepping from them. Sarah almost laughed when she realized he was wearing boxers. Somehow she hadn’t imagined vampires wore underwear.

  When he shed those too, the smile vanished from Sarah’s lips. Dear god. He was huge. His thick cock stood proudly straight out from his body. He took a step towards the bed, then another and another.

  Sarah shrank back, her all-consuming need warring with hesitance. He was so freaking huge. There was no way on earth he would fit inside of her.

  “I want you to take me Sarah, and put me in your mouth. You told me you wanted to do this.”

  “Yes…” she stammered. “Yes,” she said again, with more conviction. She did want that.

  “I want to show you, how pleasurable it can be for both of us,” Calder whispered. He walked over to the other side of the bed and sprawled out. “Get on top of me Sarah. Put your legs on either side of my face. Stretch out over me.”

  Heart hammering in her chest, Sarah did as he commanded. He was taking charge, but only because she had asked him to show her, teach her about pleasure. He had said she would not remember it. Dear god, she hoped that was not the truth. She very much wanted to remember what was about to happen for the rest of her lifetime.

  Sarah spread her legs, embarrassed that her most intimate part was overtop Calder’s face. The room was illuminated by candlelight. He could see all of her, in every glaring detail.

  “Beautiful. You are beautiful,” Calder whispered. His mouth covered her core, tasting her, lapping at her, his tongue exploring, delving into her body.

  It was heaven. Sarah closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his mouth against her swollen, aching body. She hadn’t realized anything on earth could feel so amazing. She could do this to him. She could make him moan and see stars behind his eyes. The feeling gave her a heady sense of power.

  She reached out, her shyness vanished. His cock was rock hard. She could barely wrap her hand around him. When she touched him he moaned deeply in the back of his throat. The sound spurred her on, drove her overheated blood to a boil.

  Sarah ran her hand over and down the hard length of him, enjoying the satiny feel of his skin. He was so thick and so achingly hard but the skin was soft as silk. With every stroke she made Calder groan. His sounds of pleasure combined with the feel of his mouth on her core almost drove her to climax.

  Sarah was a virgin but she had, from time to time, brought herself pleasure. She knew what it was to climax but she had no idea what it was to shatter against, or with, another person. The intimacy of it warmed her entire body, made her breath a little erratic. She wanted, more than anything, to taste Calder. Closing her eyes, Sarah kept her hand on his shaft and guided the tip of his cock into her mouth. He shuddered when her tongue circled him and a wave of pleasure washed over her own body.

  Sarah used her tongue and her hand together. His cock became wet and slippery, his hips moving slightly under her. She liked the taste of him. He was salty and coppery and musky. Purely male. She took him deeper into her mouth as his tongue drove her mad. She was as wet as he was, slippery, aching to take him inside of her.

  “Calder,” Sarah whispered, pulling away. “I want you… I want you inside of me. I can’t wait any longer. I need you.” She turned around, straddling his huge chest. She leaned forward and kissed him. His reached up and pulled her into him, crushed her face against his. He plundered her mouth with a brutal, crushing intensity. She tasted the copper of her own blood, the sweet musk of her own body, on his tongue. His kiss was erotic as hell and Sarah felt her entire body respond. Her core pounded, a fierce, horrible ache. It was a need only Calder could satisfy. She wanted nothing more than to move back, open her legs and sit on him. The thought sent chills racing through her.

  Quick as a flash, Calder shifted. He lifted Sarah easily and set her down so she was on her
back. He loomed over top of her his blue eyes flashing as he took his cock in his hand. With his other hand he parted her thighs. He let his hand play over the silken folds of her core, before he slowly slid his finger inside her.

  Sarah cried out. Her hips moved of their own accord, into his hand. He had the power to sate the terrible ache that ripped through her, hard and hot. Calder removed his finger. To her surprise he put it into his mouth, sucking her nectar there. The action made Sarah’s blood soar. She was so close to shattering she could hardly catch her breath.

  Calder leaned over her, his huge body covering hers. His hands were at either side of her face, his knees trapping her legs. He palmed himself again, shifting into place. The head of his cock pressed against her. Sarah stared at him with wide eyes, waiting.

  Chapter 6

  When he entered her, the sensation sent a thousand lights flashing behind Sarah’s closed eyes. She moaned and gripped Calder’s shoulders. Calder buried himself to the hilt in Sarah, slowly, inch by aching inch. It should have hurt. It did hurt a little, but the hurt was delicious. It was more of a slow ache and then a twinge and then pure fire built in Sarah’s limbs.

  Calder waited for a moment then began to move in and out, slowly, letting her savour every delicious inch of him. Sarah lifted her hips. She wrapped her legs around his muscular waist, feeling him strain with every stroke. A delicious heat was building in her. Calder filled her completely. She took him deep into her body, deeper still when she wrapped her legs around him. She moved with him, shuddering, rocking.

  Tingles stole up Sarah’s legs. There was nothing but the sensation of Calder inside of her, stroking her with long, languid strokes. Sarah’s breathing became ragged. When she closed her eyes it was almost as if she were looking down on herself, writhing under Calder’s muscular body, soft moans of pleasure torn from her throat. Theo muscles of his back strained as he supported himself. He thrust in and out, his hips flexing with the movement.

  Her next breath sent Sarah crashing back into herself and careening over the edge. She cried out, reached for Calder and grabbed his shoulders. She dug her nails in, moaned his name over and over. Her body soared, her climax taking her, jacking her off the bed.

  When the aching pleasure had subsided, Sarah moaned and opened her eyes. Her core still pulsed. She saw the wild look in Calder’s eyes right before he bent his head and struck her breast. She gasped, white hot pain and pleasure radiating out from the wound. His fangs sunk into her tender flesh. He began to drink in slow, long pulls. The feel of him taking her essence into his body, taking her blood and using it to keep himself alive, sent Sarah over the edge again. She buried her fingers in Calder’s long blonde hair, stroking his head while he drank.

  When he pulled away his lips were red with her blood. He reared up and with a groan, grabbed her hips almost painfully and continued thrusting inside of her. It was painful, the urgency of his need. Sarah grew raw under him and his fingers bruised her tender skin. Watching Calder come was sexy as hell. He pulled out at the last second, spurting hot liquid spurts over Sarah’s hips, pelvis, breasts. She watched the rapture that washed over his features, changing them, turning his handsome face into something that was completely serene. He seemed almost happy in that moment, alive.

  Calder shifted to the side. “My god Sarah. You have no idea how beautiful you are. How amazing you are.” His breath was ragged, before it returned to normal.

  Sarah realized how human he seemed. He had a heartbeat, he breathed, he made love, he had emotions like a human man. Was the difference between them solely his need for blood? No, she knew it was more than that. He could control her mind at will, force her thoughts or listen to them. He could enter her head. He was immortal he had said. Sarah couldn’t imagine such a thing. Immortality. How brutally painful it could actually be. She sensed it was more of a curse to him than anything. For a moment she had given him happiness, she was sure. The thought brought a warmth to her body that spread from the inside and radiated through her whole being.

  “Here.” Calder grabbed a corner of the sheet and began wiping Sarah’s tender flesh. He leaned forward resting his body against her. His lips found the spot on Sarah’s breast where he had bit. He lapped at the wound and Sarah was surprised to see how quickly it healed.

  “You don’t think that I’ve managed to stay a secret all these years by leaving bite marks all over people do you?” Calder chuckled. He moved his face over, and lapped at a spot where his own juices had flowed over her.

  Holy. Shit. Sarah’s whole body burst into an inferno of flame at the sight of it. Her flesh cried out for him as if she hadn’t already shattered apart twice. The ache was fierce and insistent and burned brighter than before.

  “Calder, I want you,” Sarah whispered. His eyes lit immediately, his cock throbbing where it rested against her hip.

  She shifted away him. Calder stared at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. He knew exactly what it was that she craved. He laid back against the bed, resting his head against the pillows. Sarah knelt on the soft bed beside him, her flesh still slightly sticky from his love. The candlelight flickered over her body, illuminating the sheen of sweat that stood out on her skin.

  Sarah moved. She turned and opened her legs, placing one on either side of Calder’s hips. She faced away from him, faced the darkness of the room beyond them and the hundreds of candles shimmering on the floor. His cock stood up, hard and ready though he too had just come. Her core pounded when she looked at him, imagined his thickness buried to the hilt in her own flesh.

  Sarah lifted herself from her knees. She moved forward over Calder. Slowly she lowered herself down onto his cock. Closing her eyes she took every delicious inch of him. He filled her, hot and hard, pulsing inside her body. Calder let out a groan of pleasure. He filled Sarah, his body, his scent, his sounds of pleasure. All of it drove her mad, intoxicated her, made her completely high.

  Opening her eyes, Sarah glanced down. She had imagined this, watching him plunge in and out of her body. It was even sexier than she could have thought. His cock, glistening with her own body’s wetness, slid in and out with the rhythm of her hips. Sarah rocked against him, watching their sexes meet, watching him slide from her and rejoin her. Eventually she shifted her legs and feet so she could ride him. She wished she could watch his face as she rocked and shifted, ground herself against him. She imagined his eyes would be closed, his lips parted in rapture.

  Calder began to rock with her. His thrusts underneath of her became more rapid. A heaviness settled in her stomach and spread lower and lower. The pressure built until Sarah could stand it no longer. She gave herself over to the waves of pleasure that rocked her body. She cried out, arching her chest into the air, turning her face to the ceiling. This climax was nothing like the first. It was like an ocean. Deep waves washed over Sarah, pulling her under, tossing her in their strong currents. It lasted forever. The pleasure was all consuming, earth shattering.

  Strong hands came around Sarah’s hips and she was lifted gently from Carter. She was placed on the bed and turned onto her side. He lay down behind her. His strong hands ran over her quivering body, teasing her as lightly as a breath of air. He nudged her legs apart before he moved his body up against her own. He slipped into her from behind.

  Sarah gasped, her core stretching to fit him, aching for him.

  “Sarah,” Calder whispered her name like a praise, hand roaming over her hips, nestling itself between her thighs. He found her bud and circled it, his fingers insistent, bringing her to the peak of pleasure once more. She cried out Calder’s name, reaching back to grip his hip. He was thrusting into her painfully now, growling. He came with a shout, burying himself inside of her. She felt him spasm again and again inside of her, her tight core gripping him, milking him.

  Calder collapsed back against the pillows, pulling Sarah with him. He held her, his index finger gently tracing a line over the curve of her hips. He trailed his hand down her thighs, over her b
elly, back up to her breasts.

  “Please Calder,” Sarah whispered. “Just let me lay here and enjoy the feel of you. I’m exhausted.”

  She turned to face him to see that he was smiling. Grinning actually. It lit up his entire face, revealed his fangs, and caused his eyes to sparkle.

  “Alright Sarah, if that’s what you wish.” He draped a strong arm around her and held her against the rigid wall of his chest. Her hips were jammed into his but he had pulled out and lay comfortingly beside her.

  Chapter 7

  Sarah closed her eyes. This had been a crazy night. One she never, in her wildest dreams, would have foreseen happening. Even taking home a regular man and having a drunken, fumbling exchange would have been far past her most deluded expectations. Another thought ripped through her mind, painful and unwelcome. She wouldn’t remember anything about this. This had been her first time. Calder had been her first and she would remember none of it. Not his face, not his body, not the touch that ignited a thousand fires in her.

  A tear rolled down Sarah’s cheek. She let it fall quietly but was surprised when Calder reach out and dried it with his hand. “I’m sorry Sarah, but this is the way it has to be. I shouldn’t have let any of this get this far. I shouldn’t have done it. But you’re right when you said I was… lonely. It’s been centuries since I have… made love to a woman. I’ve never known I could be so weak until I set eyes on you.”

  Sarah turned over and threw her arms around Calder. What was worse? Losing her memory of this night or living as he did, with the knowledge of it, forever alone.

  “It’s okay Calder,” Sarah manage to say between tears, which she now let flow freely. “I understand. Just know that this night has been one of the best of my life. I was always so busy with everything. I’ve lived my whole life not really knowing what it was like to be truly alive.”