He growled his approval as his hips surged with her movements. “A little faster, vixen. Yes, that’s right.” He made a move to unlace his fingers, then thought better of it when she paused and cut her eyes at him. “Since you won’t let me touch you, let me watch you touch yourself.”
She nodded once, then closed her eyes and continued. With the other hand she reached between her legs and rubbed herself. She felt the wetness beneath her fingers, and just the thought of him watching her made her ache more.
“Spread your legs a little further and insert a couple of fingers.” She spread her legs further, slipping two fingers between her folds, brushing the swollen nub as she did. “Deeper, love, pleasure yourself while I watch you.”
Her inner walls clenched around her fingers, plunging deep as he watched, keeping rhythm to her mouth taking in his cock. She felt the peak build with each movement.
“You are so wet. Cum for me love. I want to watch your body clench around your fingers as you cum for me.”
She did as he commanded and a million sensations pulsed through her body as she plunged her fingers in as far as they would go for him. Her juices dripped across the back of her hand.
He roared out his release as he thrust one final time, coming down her throat.
She released her hold on his still semi erect cock, then laid her head down on his thigh. She remained on her knees, spent, as her body’s pulsations gradually slowed.
***
As Drake gazed at her wet curls, the scent of her arousal filled his nose, and he felt his erection swell again fully. He had agreed to let her have it her way, but her way was about to kill him. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her. “May I touch you now, sire?”
She turned her head and grinned. “Yes, you may, sire.”
He moved so fast she squealed when he flipped her over onto her back and covered her body with his. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I will never underestimate the talent of this beautiful mouth,” he said, then devoured her mouth with his, plunging inside and tasting himself on her tongue. He broke the kiss and stared intently into her eyes. “I’m not near finished with you yet, vixen.”
She looked up at him as the corners of her mouth turned up into a smile.
“My turn,” was all he said as he rolled over toward the nightstand and then back with a dagger suddenly in his hand.
Her eyes rounded. “What are you going to do with that?”
“When the time is right, I’m going to place a small cut here.” He pointed to the soft spot on his neck, near the shoulder, then he placed the dagger next to her pillow. “It only takes a small taste to seal the bond.”
She grimaced as she looked at the dagger then back at him.
He brushed his fingers along the side of her face in a tender caress then placed a soft kiss on her lips. “It’s not as bad as you’re thinking, love.” Through their bond he felt her fear. He had hoped that the non-demanding kiss would relax her, and it had some, but if she didn’t trust him this would never work. He needed her trust to complete the connection between them; his soul craved it. “Remember when I took your blood this morning?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“What did you feel?”
She hesitated as she thought about it. “I felt….” A trace of a smile graced her lips as she remembered and her body relaxed beneath him. “Actually it was kind of…erotic. I thought it would hurt, but it was a little euphoric instead.”
“That’s just a small taste of what you’ll feel again, love, only this time it will be stronger because you’ll be feeling what I feel too.”
She looked into his eyes and came to a decision. “I’ll make a deal with you, Drake. You’ll have to agree or I’m not going through with this. It would kill me to walk away from you, but it’s all or nothing.”
“I really don’t see where either of us has a choice, but…your terms?”
“If what you say is true and I can see through the bond that connection that you say is there is actually there. And that you are truly sincere with your thoughts and feelings, then…well…I’ll remain by your side in whatever capacity you want. I’m not one hundred percent sure of the feelings I have for you other than I want to jump in bed with you whenever we’re alone for longer than two minutes. I know that I care for you a great deal, and I can tell you that I have never cared this much for anyone before; you have grown very important to me. The last thing in the world I would want to do to you is hurt you, but love? I’ve never been ‘in love’ before so I’m not really sure what I’m feeling.”
“So far what you’ve said is agreeable,” he said then smiled, and humor laced his voice. “And I find no objections to you jumping in bed with me every time we’re alone.” Returning his smile, the blood rushed to her cheeks. “So far you haven’t said anything negative that we have to bargain for, so there must be a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
“But, if I don’t see that you’re sincere and I feel like you’re just stringing me along…well…it would kill me, but I’d be out of here and I’d expect you to allow me to leave. No strings attached.”
“Agreed.”
Her mouth gaped. “No arguments?”
He placed his finger under her chin, closing her mouth, then kissed the tip of her nose. “No.”
“You’re either overly confident or don’t care if I leave. Which is it?”
“Neither. I know exactly how I feel about you, and based on what you said, you’ll be with me for eternity as my queen. I’m not going to argue with that, love, so yes, I agree.”
“About that…you’ve mentioned eternity several times now, and—”
“Don’t worry about the eternity issue. I hear your questions, but I don’t have all the answers yet.”
“But Drake, I’m human…I won’t live—”
“The Fates have planned this from your birth. The sisters can have a wicked sense of humor, but somehow, some way, you will be immortal and by my side.”
“How do you know? I mean, you are putting a lot of faith in legends. Why do you believe so strongly?”
He kissed her forehead. “I have met the sisters and they told me of my destiny, and that I would rule for eternity.”
She searched his eyes. “When?”
“Three hundred years ago, when I was still human, I lost my wife to childbirth. I never got to know my unborn son. Everything had been stripped from me. I was alone and had no desire to continue living, so I lost myself in the bottle.”
“It must have been awful.” Her voice caught, and a tear trailed down her cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“A few days after they died I drank myself into a drunken stupor. I woke three days later, in a dark barn, covered in my own blood and vomit, with the stink of the livestock surrounding me. My life as I knew it was over. I somehow knew that I was alive, but not. A feral rage now consumed me…I was lethal and ravenous. Life, human or otherwise, meant little to me. I had nothing left to hold on to my humanity. The lust for blood was all I cared about. Instinctively the only thing I feared was the sunlight.
“My sire was Reginald Loxley. At the command of the Fates he took advantage of my drunken state, and was ordered to convert me rather than end my pitiful life. He left me to wreak whatever havoc a newborn could inflict on an unsuspecting society. He was reputed to be a rogue, an outlaw, and as vicious as they come. He cared for no one but himself. I’m surprised he managed to follow orders. When a vampire sires another, we are supposed to be responsible for our progeny, but Reginald didn’t stick around long enough to even see if I survived the conversion.
“The city of London was spread before me like the finest feast at the tables in the king’s castle. Some bloke’s horse fell victim to my cravings, but the taste of its blood only whetted my appetite. I was prepared to take London by storm, but when I stepped out of the stall the sisters were there, waiting for me. They were hags really, old and haggard, but they commanded a power, a power that couldn’t be ig
nored. I initially had a mind to devour them and set out for London, but they laughed when I fought their invisible wall, and proceeded to tell me of their plans for me and what my future held. They laid their hands on me and calmed my uncontrollable bloodlust. Oh, I still craved blood, but I was now able to control the cravings and only took what I needed to survive and thrive.
“For five years I was their tool of destruction. They commanded me to convert my friend, Mica, and build an army, and so the vampire wars began. The fighting took place in the black of night. Any human that was unfortunate enough to be caught out in those late hours we either converted or drained. Our armies inflicted mayhem on the unsuspecting city. The death tolls, both vampire and human, mounted until the hags were satisfied. Then, as suddenly as they began, the wars were over, and peace once again reigned over London.
“It was now the year 1720. Had I remained human I would have been thirty. At the time of my conversion I was twenty-five, and so I will remain for eternity. The sisters took me aside, and as a reward for my loyalty told me to set sail for the Americas. The country was young and our kind hadn’t established a foothold there yet. I was to take my first progeny, Mica, with me and reign as king over my territory. I was told to build an army and rule my subjects with an iron fist and little leniency, because when my mate was sent to me it would trigger a vampire war that would put London to shame, and I would need every able body loyal to my command. I’ve had word that there is unrest in the Texas clans and they seek my territory. That was the first sign that I would find you. The hags also said that I would be betrayed by someone close to me, and to hold those I considered dear closer to me. Am I protective of you? Yes, love, I am, because I know what lies ahead. The future is set, but not written in stone. My enemies would use you like a weapon against me.”
Chapter Seventeen
He has overcome so much, she thought as a few more tears coursed down her cheeks. She reached up and ran her fingertips down his face in a soft caress. “You’ve waited almost three hundred years for me?”
He leaned his cheek into her hand, then kissed her palm. “Yes, and I would have waited three hundred more if necessary.” He then kissed the tears from her cheeks. “I wanted you to understand why you are so important to me.”
“I’m sorry if my episode in the diner hurt you. For what it’s worth, I believe you. I can hear the sincerity in your voice.”
“But?”
She sighed heavily. “But…it’s just…I don’t know, Drake. It’s like everything came down on top of me at once. Look at it from my perspective. One minute I’m myself, living my boring everyday life, wishing something exciting would happen. And in the blink of an eye the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever laid my eyes on walks into my life and takes me hostage. After he steals my innocence and introduces me to some of the most mind-blowing sex on this side of the planet, he tells me he loves me and we are to spend eternity together. I’m sorry, but that kind of stuff only happens in romance novels. It doesn’t happen to me, and it just doesn’t seem real. It’s like I dreamed you up and now I can’t wake up. I’m afraid when I do wake up you’ll be gone and I’ll never be the same.”
Drake sat up on his knees, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile as he positioned himself between her legs.
From the soft glow of the bed lamp she saw the muscles in his massive chest flex and ripple as he positioned her legs over his shoulders. She watched him with fascination. His body, so god-like, was perfection. And the way he looked at her—his eyes smoldering and that sexy smile—sent a jolt of pure need through her body. God, all he has to do is look at me and I want to jump him, she thought, then smiled back coyly. “Obviously you aren’t even listening to me. What are you doing?”
His smile grew as he slipped his hands beneath her hips, lifting her to his mouth. “I heard every word, vixen.” She realized in that moment that he had evidently read her thoughts and felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “I’m going to prove to you that I’m not a figment of your imagination.”
“You’re wrong. You’re the most elaborate dream I’ve ever h—” The words caught in her throat as his tongue glided across her slit and his mouth descended on her sensitive nub. Her inner walls clenched and her body jerked at the strong sensations his mouth created as he suckled and teased. She felt a couple of his fingers glide easily into her wetness and pump in and out to the rhythm of his mouth. Locking her ankles around his neck, she clutched his hair between her fingers, pulling him closer, panting and writhing beneath his lips. She whimpered his name as her whole body tensed and the climax hit her hard.
“That’s it, love, cum for me,” he said as he lowered her hips level with his cock. He placed his cock at her opening and penetrated just enough to submerge the head. She was wet, and her inner walls still pulsated from her recent climax. She opened her eyes and his gaze leveled with hers. His muscles were tense with restraint. “Tell me what you need.”
“Need?”
Her eyes widened as he moved slightly, penetrating a little deeper, then pulling out again. “Tell me what you need from me.”
“I need….” She paused. Her eyes left his to travel down his body, and stopped to stare where their bodies were partially joined. His muscles were taut, and what she could see of his cock was deep pink and swollen. She licked her lips and tried to move her hips a little closer to take him in. The ache to have him fill her was almost unbearable, but he remained unmovable. She looked back into his eyes. “You, all of you. Please, Drake, I need to feel you inside me. Please, make love to me.”
Her eyes closed as she felt his hips shift forward, his cock filling her, probing deep. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to plunge in and out of her tight sheath, her juices coating them both. Her body welcomed his as her inner walls clenched around his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. He shifted, slicing a small cut in his neck with the dagger, then grabbed her hips and picked up the pace. Her breath caught as she felt her body start to explode.
“Drink, love,” he said. “Complete the bond.”
As her body pulsated around his cock, she opened her mouth and placed her lips over the wound at his neck, letting his blood fill her mouth. He roared his approval as his own climax gripped him. He bit down on the soft spot on her neck, letting her blood fill his mouth and calm his soul.
Just as soon as she tasted his blood, her world burst in a multitude of sensations. Never feeling more alive, she felt his cock throbbing within her. She felt what he felt as the cum shot from his body and the first tastes of her blood hit his tongue. Her heart swelled as all his emotions and feelings washed over her. My god, she thought in wonder. He does love me.
Yes, I do.
Did I just read your mind?
Yes, love.
How cool is that?
She felt his body shake with laughter as he withdrew his fangs, sealing the small wounds with his tongue. “I will never grow bored with your innocent take on life.”
***
Sherry sat up in the enormous bed, straining her eyes to see past the dim light coming from the lamp on the nightstand. The room was vast and appeared endless in the inky blackness just out of reach of the meager light. She glanced over at Drake. He was propped up against the headboard watching her reactions.
“There must be no moon tonight. It is so dark in here.”
“There are no windows in this room, love.” He nodded to her questioning look. “Vampire.”
Her eyes widened at her own stupidity. “Since I’ve seen you in the sunshine I forgot that you have a problem with the sun.” She glanced around at the darkness again. “With no windows or clocks of any kind that I can see, how do you tell what time it is?”
“Vampires sleep very little and have an internal clock. We can generally sense the time quite accurately. And since we’re nocturnal we can see very well in the dark as well.” He felt her apprehension. “I can feel your unease, love. I don’t want you to feel that way here, es
pecially in our chambers. I can get you a clock if it would make you feel more comfortable.”
“Thank you.”
He smiled. “A clock is a small concession on my part. As for the time, you weren’t out long. I believe it’s still afternoon.”
She nodded then looked at him curiously. “Drake, something you said a few seconds ago doesn’t make sense to me. You said that vampires sleep very little. I saw you sleep at my house—quite soundly I might add.”
“That’s the first good sleep I’ve had in ages. I believe I have you to thank for that.”
“Me? What did I have to do with it?”
“After bonding with you, my soul was finally at peace. I’ve not really known peace in three hundred years. ‘Lights,’” he said aloud and the room lit so brightly that Sherry had to close her eyes for a second to adjust. “The lights are on voice command. Right now they are programmed to my voice. We will have your voice commands added when you’re ready.”
Sherry rubbed her eyes, then looked around again. The darkness had made the room appear smaller than it actually was. In full light it carried the richness of a palace. The bed, where they sat, was on the back side of the room in the middle of the wall. To her right, the bathroom was incorporated into the room with a large shower with stone walls on one side and an oversized jetted tub on the other. The tub was surrounded by greenery and unlit candles. A doorway stood between the shower and the tub. Through the lit doorway she saw a long granite countertop adorned with custom double sinks and gold fixtures. She assumed, from her vantage point, that the toilet was across from the sink, just out of sight.
It is, he answered in her mind.
She raised an eyebrow as she looked over at him. “No walls?”
He shrugged. “I’ve never had the need for them. No one enters our chambers unless I allow them. Even then, few get this far back into the room unless it’s being cleaned.” He pointed to the long colorful drapes that hung separating the sleeping area from the rest of the room. They were tied back with golden cords. “Those curtains can be released if you feel a need for more privacy.”
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