Frozen Earth Lionsheart

by Marteeka Karland

  Gretta shifted her position slightly. Without letting Shiff’s cock slip from her body, she let her knees slide to one side so she lay on her hip with one arm supporting her head, the other bent and resting on the opposite hip. She grinned back at Shiff. Daring him. Tempting him.

  It was too much for his already frazzled senses. Shiff gripped her waist and leg and pounded into her. Sweat dotted his skin as he thrust. Where he was or whatever else was going on didn’t matter to him. He was with the woman he desperately loved, and she was inviting him to take whatever he needed.

  “Mine!” He roared the word rather than spoke it. It seemed to be all he was capable of. There was a need deep inside him to claim her, to make damned sure the whole world knew exactly whose she was.

  “That’s right, Shiff. And I’m not going anywhere.”

  Over and over he surged inside her. She was heaven. He never knew physical pleasure could be so fulfilling, so right. Everything centered on her and where their bodies joined. She continued to smile at him, her arm cocked on her hip, and he was helpless. Lost in her eyes. In her body.

  Finally, she raised a hand and pushed back against him. She turned over onto her back and spread her thighs.

  “Come here, Shiff.”

  She didn’t have to tell him twice. He practically pounced on her and wrapped his arms around her. He was about to slide back inside her, where he belonged, when she wedged an arm between them and pushed slightly on his chest with her hand.

  “Slow down, Shiff.”

  “I don’t want to,” he growled and thrust his hips at her. The head slipped inside her, but she pushed again, and he stopped.

  “I know,” she smiled. “I don’t want you to, but there’s something I need to say.”

  “Now?” Shiff raised his eyebrows. “Can’t it wait until we’ve fucked each other into oblivion?” He wanted to laugh, but with such a bad case of blue balls he couldn’t manage it.

  “Yes, Shiff, now.” She did manage a small smile, though looking in her eyes told him she was as uncomfortable as he was. “I need to say I’m sorry.”

  Shiffley stilled. “Sorry? What the hell for?”

  She sighed and slid her arms around his neck. Shiff knew she needed to say whatever it was she had on her mind, but he took the opportunity she gave him and slid completely inside her. They both groaned. Holding himself still took a huge effort on his part, but Gretta was worth any amount of discomfort. She was everything to him, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and at his side.

  Chapter Four

  Gretta took a couple breaths. “I’m sorry about being stupid and getting myself stuck in Dead Man’s Keep. Truth is, I knew you’d be there for me and I knew the consequences. I just chose to ignore them.” She closed her eyes and turned her head away, obviously in distress and hurting. “I put your life in as much danger as I did my own and I’m sorry, Shiff. If anything ever happened to you…”

  “Gretta, look at me.” He didn’t give her a chance to obey. Instead he gently turned her face to him. “You know me better than anyone else. Do you honestly think I was ever in any danger in that place?”

  “Of course! We both were. The guards shoot to kill, the prisoners are all out to make a name for themselves. Killing someone who’d practically named himself a Vampire would ensure as much food as they wanted forever. You were probably in more danger than I was. To say nothing of the very real danger of freezing to death.”

  “I suppose it’s my turn to ask if you consider me a mere Lionsblood, or even a mere Vampire.” He couldn’t help his smile, or the flex of his hips. “I think you knew there was no real danger to me. Rescuing you was difficult, yes, but never dangerous to me. There was no one there -- human or Lionsblood -- who could have bested me.”

  “Arrogance can get you killed. You taught me that.”

  “I also taught you the difference between arrogance and confidence. I never underestimate an opponent. I simply study and act accordingly. What you did, you did because you believed it the right thing to do. No matter what I said to you, you did the right thing. I just did my job.”

  It was her turn to raise her eyebrows and look incredulous. “Your job is to get me out of sticky situations?”

  Shiff smiled. “If that’s what you need. Gretta, you have the heart of a Lioness. I accepted that years ago, probably from the first moment I met you. If that means you get yourself in trouble because you do things your body can’t defend, then I’ll be an extension of your wrath. The force behind the will, so to speak. I always knew you were meant to be a Lionsblood. I even came up with a special name for you.” He dipped his head for a lingering kiss. “You’re a Lionsheart, sweetheart. My Lionsheart.”

  She smiled and pulled him down for another kiss. “I love you, you know. I’ve always loved you.”

  “Me, too, Gretta. I knew it, but was afraid of it at the same time. You were too young when fate brought us together. I was afraid you saw me as a parent more than a man.”

  “Uh, that’d be just gross, Shiff.” She giggled. “Now, if you’re done with all the jabbering, can we get on with the fucking business? I want to come.”

  “When we’re finished here, remind me to teach you how to speak your mind. You’re too repressed.”

  Shiff shifted his position a little bit to bring her more securely against his body, then started moving again. He went slowly at first, letting the sensations build gradually. Gretta’s sighs moved him like nothing else could. He hoped he could always keep her so contented. Her fingers danced across his back and arms as he continued his leisurely movement within her.

  Gretta arched her back, offering her breasts to him, and there was simply no way he could refuse. Dipping his head, he took one ripe peak between his lips and pulled gently. He laved the tense nub once before moving to the other, never ceasing the movement of his hips.

  When Gretta’s hands slid down his back to his ass, Shiffley let her nipple go and began fucking her in earnest. Instead of her breasts, Shiff latched onto her neck, licking and swirling his tongue. His fangs lengthened at the temptation of the blood vessel he knew lay just beneath her skin, but he refused to give in. If he hurt her, he’d never forgive himself.

  “Fuck, Shiff! Sweet Sun, fuck me!” She gripped the cheeks of his butt, urging him to move faster, harder. Gretta thrust her hips at him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She screamed his name and writhed beneath him. As much as he wanted it to last this time, as much as he really wanted to ensure her pleasure, Shiff knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost the battle against his orgasm. He just hoped he could make her come before he did.

  With a cry, Gretta arched her neck, exposing more of her flesh to his hungry mouth. His teeth scraped her skin unintentionally, but Gretta shuddered and panted.

  “Ohmigod! Yes, Shiff! Do it! Don’t hold back! Don’t hold back!”

  Unable to refuse even if his life depended on it, Shiffley groaned and sank his teeth deep. Gretta’s pussy contracted around his cock. She kept throwing her hips at him and clawing at his backside, pulling him closer as he drank from her. Her legs tightened around him, and she dug her heels into his thighs, her whole body stiffening. With one ragged inward breath, Gretta screamed.

  Shiff sealed the wounds he’d made with a swipe of his tongue. Though Vampires often killed those they fed from, they also drank during sex, which gave them the ability to seal any wounds they made with their saliva. Thank goodness.

  “Dear God, please tell me you’re OK, Gretta!” This was why he’d waited so long to claim her.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  He blinked, searching her face for signs of repulsion, though he wasn’t sure if he could take it if he actually saw disgust in her eyes. “I -- I thought… I thought you wanted…”

  She shrieked and pounded his shoulder with one tiny fist. “Of course I ‘wanted!’ Why the fuck did you stop?”

  Thank goodness he knew how to recover quickly. “Well, in that case…
”

  He didn’t bite her again -- he’d do it again another time. After she’d had time to recover. Right now, he’d fuck her until they were both giddy with pleasure. Then he’d do it all over again.

  He surged into her, angling his thrusts so he put the maximum amount of friction on her clit. He followed her body movements, giving her what she needed. Within minutes, she began to pant and claw at him once again.

  “Oh, yeah, Shiff. That’s it,” she whimpered. “Please don’t stop. I need to come again.”

  “Then let go, Gretta. Give it to me. Give me all of you.”

  She smiled and nodded her head. “OK.” It was a simple statement, but one Shiffley intended to hold her to.

  With one deep breath, Gretta closed her eyes, threw her head back, and screamed like a Lioness in heat. Her body shuddered around him and sweat slickened her skin. This time, she latched onto his shoulder and bit. Hard. Her show of ownership made his heart swell. And his cock.

  Just as her spasms eased, Shiff’s own began. For the second time, he emptied himself inside Gretta. He couldn’t contain his shout of pleasure. He’d never known such wonderful sensations could exist, and for him to have experienced it more than once was unimaginable. Why the hell had he waited so long to claim Gretta? She had been his from the beginning. Would always be his so long as he took care of her.

  When the last shudder left his body, he rolled them to their sides and held Gretta close. He didn’t want to let her go. It felt good to simply hold her.

  “I owe you an apology, Gretta.” Shiff kissed her forehead and nuzzled her hair with his nose. He loved the smell of her and couldn’t help inhaling deeply. Sun willing, her scent would never leave him.

  “An apology?” She pulled back slightly to look at him, confusion evident on her lovely face. “Whatever for?”

  “For waiting so long to tell you I love you.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Is that all? Shiff, I’ve known you loved me since I was old enough to know what love was. The lust thing is a bit new, but I knew that, too.”

  He laughed. “Is there anything about me you don’t know?”

  She looked at him for a moment as if contemplating his question. “Nope. I think I have you down.”

  He rolled over to his back, pulling her with him so she lay on top of him. “Not then, but you do now. Question is, what will you do with me?”

  “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.”

  Marteeka Karland

  Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried hard to rid her of.

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