Order of Terminus

by Olivia Starke

  Remann’s eyes feasted on her exposed flesh dressed in only her bra and matching panties. His cock throbbed as Valerie reached back and unhooked her bra. It fell away from her firm, round breasts. She pushed her panties down, and Remann came undone. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers. Her firm lips softened beneath his as her bare flesh molded to his own naked body. They moved as one to the shower.

  The cool water washed over their heated bodies, doing little to temper the raw lust that spread like fire between the two of them. Valerie’s kiss tasted of honey, and Remann wanted to devour her. His cock was lodged between his body and her stomach as Valerie’s hands explored the planes of his back. He wanted to turn her around, bend her over, and slide his throbbing erection deep within her. He needed release.

  * * * *

  Valerie glanced at his lust-darkened eyes before her gaze settled on his wonderful mouth. Remann reached behind her to grab the bar of soap from the shower caddy. He lathered the soap in his hands and turned her around. Then he pushed her braid out of the way and rubbed his hands over her shoulders, massaging her tight muscles. Valerie moaned, leaning into the pressure. His long, thick cock brushed her backside, and she felt her knees go weak. She braced a hand against the shower wall.

  Remann moved to her back, where his thumbs made never-ending circles, kneading and rubbing, until he reached her ass. He cupped her cheeks, using the strength of his fingers to massage the tight flesh.

  “Remann, I can’t take this, please.” Valerie’s knees were nearly knocking together as she sucked in gulps of air.

  Remann chuckled, grabbing the bar of soap again. “My beautiful Valerie, I must know every inch of you before we make love.”

  His voice was a gravelly whisper against her ear. Valerie clutched at the shower curtain.

  With lathered hands he kneaded and massaged each thigh, just brushing her aching pussy with his long, languid, deep strokes. She willed her legs to hold her as he worked his way down to her ankles. He stood and turned her around. After he lathered his hands, Remann washed each arm down to her fingertips.

  He moved to her breasts, and Valerie’s head fell back as tiny whimpers escaped her throat. He cupped each one in his broad hands, squeezing in a gentle but firm rhythm. The pads of his thumbs flicked across her nipples, and Valerie bit her lower lip. Her nails raked over his biceps.

  “This isn’t nice, you teasing me this way,” Valerie said, her ears ringing with her rushing blood and the sound of the running water.

  Remann chuckled and let his hands travel to her stomach. They dipped lower and brushed the front of her thighs. He pushed her against the shower wall and knelt before her, his soapy hands working down to her ankles.

  Then the fun really began.

  Remann’s lips touched the trimmed strip of hair leading to her slit, and Valerie gasped, her hands slapping against the tiles behind her. He pushed her leg over, and she propped her foot on the side of the bathtub. His tongue darted out, parted her lips, and brushed lightly over her swollen clit.

  The sight of his dark, wet hair, and the water rivulets falling down the muscles of his back as his tongue pushed deeper with each thrust, nearly sent her over the edge. She sucked in ragged breaths and wound her fingers in his thick hair. Remann’s finger toyed with her opening before it slipped in just enough to press against her g-spot. She clenched her muscles, needing more penetration. She needed his incredible girth filling her.

  “Please, I want your cock inside me,” she said with growing impatience. “Now, Remann.”

  He peered up at her, smiling, his canines extended as a vampire’s do when they’re stimulated. He was in control of her, and he was relishing that power, Valerie realized. Something within her rebelled against that loss of control. She’d have Remann her way or no way at all.

  She pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out of the shower. “Turn off the water,” she said to him.

  Remann’s brows knit together, his smile fading, but he did as she asked. She left the bathroom, and he followed behind her. His labored breaths filled the hallway with their harsh sound.

  She walked into the kitchen. Another trendy country tune played on the radio. Valerie pulled out a chair from the table and positioned it in the middle of the small kitchen.

  “Sit,” she said, adding a commanding authority to her voice. Remann cocked his head, but seemed to pick up on the game.

  His smile lit up his face once more, and his mismatched eyes crinkled at the corners.

  * * * *

  “As you command, my beauty,” Remann said.

  The water left slick trails over Valerie’s skin. He noted her hair was still in a tight wet braid, and he longed to release it and see its soft waves framing her strong yet delicate shoulders.

  The wooden chair was cold and hard, but he ignored the discomfort as Valerie walked into the laundry room. Cool air caressed his skin, and his cock throbbed. He stroked it firmly, sending a hot wave of pleasure through his system.

  Valerie reappeared and lifted an eyebrow. “Perhaps you don’t need me.”

  She watched the movement of his hand closely, and Remann knew she was enjoying his show. She licked her lips before she brought her hand from behind her back. A pair of handcuffs dangled from one finger. Remann groaned in pleasure.

  “Titanium, and forged beneath UV light, nearly impossible for our kind to break,” Valerie said. Her eyes brightened, but her lips remained in their firm line. “I use these from time to time in interrogations.”

  She walked to him, her hips swaying provocatively. He longed to devour her until he felt her orgasm on his tongue. She circled the chair and snapped the cuffs around his wrists. Remann trembled in anticipation. She came back to face him and, without wasting a moment, dropped to her knees, pressed his thighs wide apart, and closed her mouth around his tip.

  A groan escaped his throat, and his head fell back. Her hands grasped his shaft, stroking it with a firm grip. Remann’s fists clenched and strained against the cuffs. Her tongue roughly massaged him as one of her hands began toying with his balls. He felt them tighten as his orgasm approached, the waves of pleasure hitting him faster and harder.

  “My sweet, beautiful Valerie, you’re going to have to stop. It’s been a while, and I can’t take this.”

  She ran her tongue along his length and managed to bring him within the brink of no return, before she abruptly stopped and stood. Valerie’s hands found her breasts, and she stroked and massaged them, rolling her nipples between her fingers. She groaned beneath her ministrations, and Remann’s throat went dry.

  God, she was a sight; a sight that was driving him mad. As a hand slid down her stomach and two of her slim fingers found her pussy, he struggled against his binds. The cursed titanium held firm.

  “Valerie, please. My beautiful, lovely, sweet Valerie, you are truly killing me at this moment.”

  She ignored him; her flush deepened, and her head fell back. She squeezed and pinched a nipple as her fingers circled faster and faster over her clit. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and whimpers escaped her throat.

  Then it happened: a cry escaped her throat as she climaxed, and Remann wasn’t sure if he liked her game anymore. He growled as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

  “Did you like that?” she asked as she walked to him.

  She straddled his lap and sat on his thighs, allowing her moist pussy to just brush his cock. He fell speechless as she gripped his cock once more. Her tongue traced his lips.

  “Let me go, Valerie,” he said, his voice mirroring his impatience.

  She moved her body up and allowed his tip to toy with her tight opening. She was hot, slick, and tight, just as he’d imagined, as she began lowering her body over him.

  * * * *

  Valerie had to stretch to accommodate him, causing her slight pain even as white-hot pleasure shot through her. She’d played with herself, relishing Remann’s helplessness, needing to fin
d her own release before she took him. She’d been unable to orgasm with her partners since she’d lost Mike a lifetime ago. She pushed away the image of the smiling, ginger-headed man who had been the last to see her human.

  Remann was thick and rock hard. Electric shivers coursed from her pussy as she circled and rocked her hips. He growled, an animalistic sound that brought a hiss of excitement from her own throat. His teeth found her neck, and a sharp nip compounded her arousal. She screamed, thrusting her hips down, and another shock of pleasure hit her as his cock hit the back of her vagina. Her nails dug into his shoulders as his mouth moved to the top of her breast, his teeth sinking in, nearly breaking the skin.

  His love bites were a masochistic thrill that was new to her, as were the sensations his cock created within her. She felt something build deep inside of her, and it took her several moments to register that she was nearing the brink of an incredible orgasm.

  “My beautiful Valerie, I’m going to come,” Remann said, his voice strained. “Please look at me. I want to see your eyes when you climax.”

  Valerie’s eyes found his mismatched gaze, dark and tortured with restraint. She could only hold his gaze for a moment. Then she let her eyes travel over his tight features, his amazing square jawline, and straight nose. He had a hint of dark beard growth.

  She drove her hips down harder and faster. Her pussy tightened, and her nails dug into his sinewy muscles as the orgasm hit her. It sucked away her breath, and her cry escaped as a gurgled gasp as Remann let out his own sharp cry. She grew wetter as he pumped his load deep within her.

  Valerie collapsed against him, her whole body wracked with shudders. Remann’s heartbeat matched her own staccato ringing in her ears. The scent of their bodies and sex filled her nostrils as she eased back from him. Valerie wondered if her legs would hold her.

  “I wish the handcuffs were gone,” Remann said. His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine as she tested her legs.

  “I’ll get the key.” She unsteadily made her way to the laundry room.

  After she returned, she released him. He stood and rubbed his wrists.

  “Next time, I believe we should make love my way,” he said. “Not that I didn’t enjoy myself.”

  Valerie felt uneasy. Remann reached for her and pulled her into his arms. She stiffened as he embraced her in an affectionate hug, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. Her agitation grew, and she pushed away.

  “Next time?” she asked, backing further from him. She crossed her arms over her breasts. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—you were a good fuck.”

  Remann’s casual composure faltered, and something that looked almost like pain flickered over his face. His eyes bore into her.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea for this to become a habit, Remann.”

  Remann drew up to his full height, accentuating his muscle and sinew, and his hands clenched. Anger—that was an emotion she could deal with. Valerie waited for his verbal assault, but instead, he shrugged and gave her a smile.

  “I’ve had a lovely time, Valerie, and I sincerely thank you. It has been a pleasure meeting you. You may as well discard my clothing, as I’m sure it is ruined. I simply hope I’m not pulled over for speeding.” His voice was injured as he made his joke, and it tugged at her insides.

  He walked out her back door, and Valerie sucked in a hard breath. The sun played over his olive skin tone, his dark hair gleaming, and he looked to be a god born from the red and orange rays of morning sunlight.

  He got into his SUV and pulled out of her drive. Remann was out of her life.

  Valerie’s agitation grew higher, and she paced mindlessly for nearly an hour, twirling the handcuff’s key between her fingers.

  Chapter 4

  Remann sipped a brandy mixed with blood from a donor agency as he stared out the window of his modest home situated east of the city. He absently twirled an ink pen between his fingers as he watched the sun set, bathing the dry land in golds and reds. Several days had passed since his encounter with Valerie.

  Encounter? That was an understatement. His body stirred even as his ego stung with the beautiful vampiress’s rejection. Remann needed to see her again, and for the umpteenth time he made the decision to drive to her home. He wasn’t sure why Valerie had such an allure—he could visit a blood bar and find willing vampiresses or Feeders.

  His ringtone filled the quiet space, and he walked over to his cellphone. His brother Aiden’s number flashed on the caller ID. Remann dropped the ink pen on his desk and picked up the phone. After a moment he silenced the ringer and set it back down.

  He’d been inside too long, and he made the decision to visit his blood bar, the one he’d taken Valerie to a few nights before. He would perhaps find some women Feeders, a habit he’d left behind in Chicago over a year before. Beautiful willing women and fresh blood would surely temper his lust.

  An hour later he sat in the shadows and watched the mixed crowd of happy, laughing humans and vampires. His fingers drummed on the arm of the overstuffed leather chair, and his glass sat on a nearby table untouched.

  His nostrils flared, taking in the odors of men and women, vampires and vampiresses. The blood sharing took place in the private, closely monitored back rooms, so to an outside observer it was simply an exclusive nightclub. He and Aiden were quite good with commercial investing, and with their centuries of collected wealth, they chose to donate the profits of the investments to various research hospitals.

  A woman walked toward him, her hips swaying in a sultry, exaggerated fashion. A vampiress, his instincts said, and one who knew how her body affected men. Remann couldn’t get a good look as she weaved her way through the crowd. Finally, he got a glimpse of her face, and his heart stuttered.

  “Well, hello, sugar.” The young vampiress smiled sweetly. She wore a slinky black dress that accentuated her well-developed curves. “Fancy meeting you here.” Her drawl was smooth, and Remann’s mind flashed to Atlanta, 1899.

  Remann smiled casually. “Margaret, how good to see you.” He nodded, motioning for her to take a seat across from him.

  She flipped her smooth, blonde locks back and took a seat, not bothering to adjust her hemline to a modest level. Margaret Hawes crossed her legs, flashing her creamy thighs for Remann.

  “I heard through the gossip grapevine that you’d settled in Houston for a bit. The vampiresses in the area are all gnashing their teeth over the hunk with the oddly colored eyes.”

  Margaret winked as Remann crossed his arms over his chest.

  “So, what have you been up to these days, dear Margaret, besides, of course, involving yourself in the local gossip grapevines?”

  Even after so much time, he still felt the sting of her betrayal. She blinked and tilted her head.

  “Actually that is my job, of sorts. I’m a Contact now. Fancy that.” She giggled.

  Remann sat up straighter. “Are you familiar with a Hunter named Valerie, by chance?”

  “Valerie McIntyre? Of course, she’s my best Hunter.” Her smile faded, and her delicate nostrils flared. “Why?”

  Remann shrugged. “I bumped into her the other day.”

  “Well, if I know you, bumping into her meant Valerie had one hell of a ride.”

  Remann had no desire to placate Margaret’s obvious jealousy. He was pleased, actually, to be causing her some form of discomfort.

  “You’ve always had questionable tastes,” she said after a moment. “Who was that Yankee tramp you took up with—Sarah, was it?”

  “As I recall, it was you, dear Margaret, who decided to bring another man into our bed. I simply moved my services elsewhere.”

  Margaret scowled and crossed her arms over her full breasts. “Can I help that I enjoy men? At least I wanted to include you. I didn’t lie to you or shut you out.”

  “I never lied to you either. I moved on.”

  “Yes, without a word. I came home and you were gone. It took some real digging to find where you’d run
off to.”

  Remann remained silent. Margaret bared her teeth, and her canines lengthened with her mounting anger.

  “You crossed me, Remann, that’s not something I forget. You made me look like a fool.”

  He laughed. “No, my dear Margaret, you are wrong on that account. You didn’t look a fool—you were a fool.”

  Margaret hissed. She rose and was gone. Remann was confident he’d never see his ex-fiancée again.

  * * * *

  Valerie sat in her Contact’s office. Margaret had left an urgent message that she had news on the head of a Dissenter pocket. The past two weeks had been nearly unbearable, her thoughts returning again and again to Remann. She wasn’t in control of her own mind. She snorted just as Margaret walked through the door.

  “I apologize for keeping you waiting, Valerie. I’m afraid I was caught in traffic.”

  Margaret was, as always, dressed impeccably in designer clothes, her hair expertly coifed. Her large blue eyes regarded Valerie for a moment, her pale eyebrows knitting together.

  “How are you, sugar?” she asked after her gaze raked over Valerie’s tense body.

  “Fine, Marge, what’s the case?”

  Margaret sat across from her and hesitated as she stared at her briefcase. Her lips drew down into a slight frown. After a moment, she squared her shoulders, slipped out several photographs, and handed them to Valerie.

  “It seems he’s moving into the area, buying up property.”

  Valerie gasped, and her hands began to shake as she stared at the face in the photo. Dark hair, a strong jawline, and a pair of mismatched eyes of light blue and dark brown stared out from the photograph. Valerie’s hand came to her mouth.

  “I believe you found a pocket of Dissenters in his warehouse a few weeks ago. I’m afraid he might’ve bribed your Source. Valerie, are you okay?” Margaret’s concerned voice cut through Valerie’s racing thoughts.

  “Yes, I’m fine. I just think I ran into this male a while back.”