by K. L. Kreig
She’d never realized she was different than most people, until she was in first grade. Her best friend, Ellie, was talking about Christmas and how her whole family was coming into town. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. She didn’t know what any of those were, so when she got home from school that day, she asked her mom why her aunts, uncles and cousins couldn’t come for Christmas too.
When her mother explained it to her, even at the tender age of six, she’d felt gipped. Robbed. Sad.
She glanced up at Dev, sitting so regally behind his desk, looking so much like the lord he was, and she unexpectedly realized that since she’d met him, all of those feelings of emptiness and loneliness had vanished, and were replaced with belonging. He was her soul mate. The infamous words of Jerry McGuire, ‘you complete me’, ran through her head.
Dev would barely let her out of his sight for a single moment since he’d rescued her from certain kidnapping. Again. When they were together, he constantly touched her, like he couldn’t stand to part his skin from hers. A kiss on her temple. A hand on her knee or the small of her back. He even held her hand, which she thought was the sweetest thing ever. She didn’t think hand holding fit at all with his commanding, domineering persona, but he didn’t seem to care.
She was falling more in love with him each day. If she was honest with herself, she’d completely fallen. He enthralled her. And each day that went by she could envision herself as part of his world—by his side. That he didn’t pressure her to bond was probably the biggest gift he could have given her and she loved him that much more for it, because she knew he would have bonded her days ago, without question. She needed this time to process everything and was grateful for his compassion.
He had been patient, gentle, soft and loving.
And a big tease. A few times during the day, he’d press her up against the wall with his mouth-watering, sexy body and pillage her mouth, mimicking the same motion with the throbbing hardness between his legs. He had her so worked up just an hour ago she’d practically begged him to take her on the spot, not caring if anyone else happened upon them. The quick orgasm he gave her helped to take the edge off, but she was far from satisfied.
Just thinking about it caused her body to heat and her core to ache. She’d changed her underwear more times in the last week than she did in a normal month. At this rate, she’d need to invest in some new ones. Dev would like that.
At that moment, Dev’s eyes connected with hers and a slow, knowing smile spread across his sinfully gorgeous face.
“Just take care of it. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He hung up the phone, stood, and began slowly sauntering toward her. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him sometimes. She still had a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that he wanted her.
“It’s time.” Knowing exactly what he was referring to, she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She was having a hard time getting used to the fact that he could hear her thoughts sometimes. He explained that was also atypical before mating.
But he was right. It was time. She wanted to be his. Forever.
“Forever. You’re mine forever,” he demanded.
She nodded again. Apparently the ability to use the English language had wholly escaped her. As he approached the couch on which she sat, she had to crane her neck to keep his gaze. She couldn’t bear to look away.
His eyes glowed with desire, lust and…love. Even though neither had professed their love in so many words, she knew he loved her too, all the same.
When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly. “Say it. Tell me you belong to me. I need to hear you speak the words, love.”
“I—” She cleared her throat, unable to speak. She tried again. “I belong to you. Forever.” He crouched, bringing them eye-to-eye.
“Please tell me this is what you want, Kate. Tell me you’re coming to me of your own free will.” His voice bordered on desperation. How could he think she didn’t want this?
She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him, hard. Pulling back, she looked him square in his murky eyes.
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. I never will.”
She heard him mumble Thank God, right before he hauled her against his body, savagely plundering her mouth. The next thing she knew, they were in his bedroom. Her back flush with the wall held in place by the gorgeous, hard male in front of her. Her male.
His rough hands pushed up her shirt, yanking down the cup of her bra. His thumb stroked and plucked her distended, hypersensitive nipple, pulling a moan from her lips. His mouth never left hers, nipping and sucking on her upper and lower lips. Their tongues dueled, each one trying to gain the upper hand. Dev was winning, dominating her, and she loved every single second of it, but she wasn’t about to relinquish the fight quite yet.
She heard a ripping sound and cool air hit her torso and her exposed breast. Before she had a chance to react, his mouth sucked her aching nipple hard, her torn shirt hanging in pieces. Her head, too heavy for her neck, fell back against the wall. Pleasure ricocheted through every molecule of her being.
Winner, round 1: Dev.
She wound her hands into his long hair, holding his head to her breast. She wanted him there—forever. “Dev…please.”
“Please what, love?”
“I need you inside of me. Now.”
“As you wish.”
She thought he would take her to the bed, but instead he literally ripped her jeans down the seams, and, along with her panties, they fell to the floor. She was naked, save the ripped bra and shirt that still hung from her arms.
He’d unzipped his slacks pulling his enormous, weeping cock free. He lifted her leg and with one thrust, seated himself fully inside her. They both groaned.
“Oh God, Dev.”
“Kate,” he growled. “You feel so fucking good. You were made for me and me alone.” His voice was tight and hoarse. His eyes glowed, his incisors sharp and long. She knew how much control he’d exerted over the last several days trying not to scare her, but she was ready for him tonight. All of him.
He pumped his cock slowly in and out of her tight channel. She could tell his control was ready to snap. “You’re mine, Kate. Tell me.”
“Yes. I’m yours.” Her breasts bounced with each slow thrust. She couldn’t look away from his mesmerizing eyes. A sudden, intense longing to have him take her blood rushed through her. The need to have his was just as intense…surprisingly.
His nostrils flared. “I’ll never let you go, Kate. Ever. You’re mine forever, do you understand?”
“Forever. Yes.” He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster, reaching his hand down between their slick bodies to stroke her sensitive clit.
“I want you to come all over my cock, love.” She wanted that too. Her head fell back against the wall, bearing her fine, sleek throat to him. She heard him hiss.
She looked at him under half-lidded eyes, knowing full well what she was about to offer and knowing deep down into the depths of her soul this was what she wanted. What she needed.
“Take me, Dev.”
He instantly stilled and she whimpered at the loss of the immensely pleasurable sensations he was delivering with his impressive manhood. No one had ever made love to her so intensely or so sweetly all at the same time.
With extreme effort, she lifted her head from the wall and looked him square in the eye, answering his unasked question.
“I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” At his slight hesitation, she whispered, “Please. I need to be yours now.”
Chapter 38
Dev
Her entreaty was his undoing. He’d wanted nothing more than to take her sweet blood since the moment he laid eyes on her. Every time he made love to her this past week had been hellish torture because he couldn’t have her completely. She was his and tonight he would make her irrevocably so.
He exercised every bit of control not to sink his fangs into her sweet, milky flesh that
second. He wasn’t going to bond with her against a wall. She deserved far better than that.
Never breaking eye contact, he carried her over to the bed, whipped off the comforter, and after removing the remnants of her shirt and bra, laid her down on the black silk sheets. Her raven hair blended in with the sheets, so that her ivory skin looked even starker against the darkness. She positively glowed. He could hardly breathe.
“Kate…you are…so…fucking…beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful, Dev.”
He shucked the rest of his clothes before crawling onto the bed. Her eyes roamed over his nakedness and he could both see and smell her powerful desire for him. She reached for him, but he gently grabbed her wrists, pulling them to the headboard.
“Hang on. Don’t let go.”
At her confusion, he said, “I don’t think I can handle you touching me right now. I want to be gentle and when you’re touching me, all sane thought and reason completely escape me.”
She laughed. “What a coincidence.”
His smile was slow and seductive as his eyes roamed her mouthwateringly naked body. If possible, his cock got even harder. And that didn’t escape Kate’s notice.
His eyes traveled all over her sexy body. “Oh, the things I want to do to you, love.”
“What things? Tell me,” she whispered.
He lightly drew his fingers down the inside of her arms, which were still securely latched onto the headboard, creating goose bumps in their wake.
“What things…hmmm. Well, first I want to stroke every single inch of your body with my hands.”
His fingers continued lightly running down the length of her body, over her collarbone, skirting the outside of breasts, firmly squeezing her hips before he continued on down her thighs. Her eyes were heavy with lust, but she never looked away from him.
“Next, starting with your toes, I want to kiss, lick and suck my way back up the length of your toned, firm legs, spreading them wide open when I get to your pussy, so I can see how pink and creamy you are for me.”
He knelt between her open legs, holding them apart with a broad hand on each calf. Her breasts rose and fell with every rapid breath. Her perfect pink nipples were hard and puckered, begging for his mouth. Her honeyed blood was coursing just below her fragile skin, singing to him like a siren’s song.
“Then, I want to run my tongue over every curve, mapping every nook and cranny. I want to put my mouth and tongue on—and in—your pussy, and make you come over and over again, while I lap up every drop of it and you scream my name until you’re hoarse.”
Her breath hitched.
“After I’m done fucking you with my tongue, Kate, I’m going to fuck you with my cock. I’m going to take you hard and fast first. Then I’ll make love to you slow and sweet. While I make love to you, I’m going to make you mine permanently, by sinking my fangs into your neck, taking your life essence into my body. I will bring you pleasure like you’ve never known.”
Her heavy eyelids closed as he heard her say, “Yes. God, yes.”
“I want you every way possible and then we’ll make up some new ones. I want to take you in every single room of this house, Kate. I want to play strip pool and when you lose to me, I’m going to fuck you on the pool table that you’re so fond of. I want to make love to you on the chaise out on our balcony and hear your screams of pleasure reverberate in the night sky. I want to own your body, your heart and your soul.”
“You already do.”
“I will never get enough of you, love.” It was true. He could hardly focus on anything other than the intense need to be buried inside of her.
“Neither will I.”
His slow, gentle intentions vanished like dust, his tongue ravenously licking the length of her slit. She tasted better than the finest wine he’d ever consumed, better than the sweetest chocolate that ever crossed his lips. He slid his tongue into her tight pussy, thrusting several times before moving to her clit, lashing at it with furious intent.
She came apart within moments, chanting his name over and over. His chest swelled in pride that he was able to elicit such responsiveness in such a magnificent woman.
Mine.
He grabbed her under the shoulders and pulled her astride his lap, taking her mouth with bruising force. She met him stroke for stroke. His throbbing cock was nestled right outside her hot, wet pussy and he rocked against her, wanting to gain entry, but needing to be absolutely sure she was ready for this.
He caressed her face, his forehead against hers. She blinked her eyes open, slowly. Desire clouded her sparkling emeralds.
“This can’t be undone. Once I make you mine, you will be mine forever. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“There is no such thing as vampire divorce.”
She grabbed his face in her hands and looked at him fiercely. “Yes, this is what I want. Stop asking me and just do it already, damn it!”
He laughed. “Who am I to deny my woman what she wants.”
He shifted his hips and thrust into her hard. A gasp escaped her lips; her head fell back on her shoulders. He began a slow punishing rhythm.
“Oh God, Dev. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“Nothing could make me, love.”
Her creamy, milky neck beckoned him. Her blood sang to him, practically calling his name. His teeth ached something fierce. He scattered hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down her neck, his teeth grazing, nipping, all the while his hips pumped, driving them both higher. With each kiss, nip and thrust, her moaning got louder. So did his.
He stopped at her carotid and sucked hard, drawing a low moan from her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He gently pierced her silken skin quickly with his sharpened teeth and at his first pull of the world’s sweetest nectar, Kate’s hands flung to hold his head to her, as she broke apart in his arms, chanting, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.”
He had never tasted anything sweeter. Her blood was an aphrodisiac and in ten lifetimes, he’d never have enough.
Chapter 39
Kate
Kate had never felt anything like the pleasure currently coursing through her body. She even felt like she could feel Dev’s pleasure, which of course couldn’t be possible. Reality had vanished and she was floating outside of herself. Dev’s bite, while fleetingly painful, was the most pleasurable thing she had ever experienced. With each mouthful of blood he took from her body, her pleasure ratcheted up another impossible notch.
She never wanted this to end. She was officially an addict to the pleasure Dev could deliver.
She vaguely realized that he had sped up his thrusts to a frenzied pace, his fingers digging into her hips, and she felt another rush of euphoric pleasure as he stiffened and released his seed inside of her. He withdrew his fangs from her neck, crying out her name. Every cell in her body felt like a live wire. The feel of his tongue across her sensitive skin when he licked the wound was intensely erotic and she wanted his tongue on her entire body from head to toe, like he said he promised earlier.
They were both still breathing hard and he held her tight, whispering in her ear, but everything sounded like Charlie Brown’s mother at the moment…wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.
They stayed fused together for an indeterminable amount of time, and she was finally coming back into herself, when she felt him twitch inside her. His cock was still as hard as granite and he was beginning to slowly, ever so slightly, rock his hips back and forth. He was insatiable and she loved every minute of it.
Abruptly a hunger hit her that was so painful, so severe, so undeniable, she knew it would mean certain death—her death—without Dev’s blood running through veins. She actually felt her incisors lengthen in anticipation.
She felt desperate. She felt terrified.
She felt empowered.
She was still sitting on Dev’s lap, his head buried in her neck. Going on what she could only later describe as instinct, she grabbed his hair with one hand and yanked his h
ead backward and to the side, barely registering the surprised look on his face before she sank her teeth into his neck.
With the first drop of blood that passed her lips, she felt rapture like she’d never known. She knew this would be her life’s sustenance. Everything became clearer, sharper, crisper.
She felt strong.
Powerful.
Invincible.
Dev moaned in pleasure. He shifted their positions, so he was lying on his back and she riding his stiff cock. He held her head tightly to his neck with one hand and her hips in place with the other, as he ruthlessly thrust upwards into her wet, slick body.
“Christ, Kate,” he growled. He barely sounded human. Well…he wasn’t, was he?
Their pleasure mingled until she didn’t know where hers ended and his began. As they quickly fell over the precipice again together, their shared orgasm shattered them into a billion pieces. She had never known such ecstasy or eroticism even existed.
She felt a sharp tug on her scalp and heard Dev tell her to stop.
“Stop, baby. You’ve had enough.”
No. She didn’t want to stop. But as she was taking another pull, he grabbed her head with both hands and pulled more forcefully, extracting her teeth from his neck.
“Lick the puncture closed, my love.”
She had a single-minded focus. Blood. As she started back down toward his neck, he stopped her, forcing her to look at him.
“Kate, that’s enough. Lick the wound shut, love. Okay?” Her mind was in a haze. She heard him talking, heard the words he said, but the only thing that mattered in that moment was getting the sustenance that was being denied her. She was like a babe to her mother’s breast.
His blood was paradise. It was powerful. It was hers.
