by Morgan Hawke
The breath exploded from his chest. “God, your mouth!"
She released his cock and grinned up at him. “Liked that, did you?"
"Fuck yeah.” Galen shivered and his hands twisted in his chains. “Do it some more."
"How about something a little more interesting?” Sygni ducked lower and nuzzled between his thighs. He opened reflexively and she swept her tongue across his balls then licked him front to back. His plaintive moans were music to her ears. She sucked her finger, wetting it and explored the tight rose of his anus. “Push out and open for me."
"Sygni?"
"Yes, Galen?” She looked up. Was he ready for this kind of love-play? Had she pressed a boundary he wasn't ready to cross?
"You don't have to...” He trembled under her hands, but his erection was hard as granite. It wasn't fear; it was anticipation.
She smiled. “But I want to."
He groaned. His legs jerked wider, and he opened under the press of her finger.
She slid in. He was hot and tight around her finger. She pressed her finger deeper, and then turned her hand palm up, looking for the almond-sized gland that triggered orgasm in a male. Her finger found the swollen gland about midway back at the top. She rubbed across it slowly, then in a circular motion.
Galen choked, then moaned long and hard. His hips moved in slow counterpoint to her finger, encouraging a stronger massage, a deeper touch.
"Oh, yeah, you definitely like that.” She smiled in pure female satisfaction. A lot of men had trouble submitting to such an intimate touch, but leave it to her sex-obsessed vampire to thoroughly enjoy being tied up and debauched, even this fashion.
Hmm ... Let's see how hot I can get him. Leaving her finger deep in his ass, she pulled back to draw his cock back into her mouth. She plunged down on him and withdrew, plunged and withdrew, sucking him while stroking her finger within his ass. It wasn't the easiest angle for her elbow and wrist, but by the sounds coming out of his mouth and the way his hips rocked while pressing down on her hand, he was enjoying the hell out of it.
Sygni looked up his sleek muscular body writhing between the pillars, moving in time to her hands and her mouth. He was so beautiful and so painfully aroused by her actions. Watching him made her hotter than hell. Her core clenched hungrily. She could feel the cream slicking her thighs.
Galen gasped and his hips bucked hard in reflex. His body went rigid, plainly on the edge of orgasm. He groaned, bucked again then gasped and looked down, panting for breath. “Give me ... your wrist."
"Mmm?” Sygni looked up with her lips wrapped around his cock.
"Sygni, I can't...” He sucked in a breath and shuddered. “I can't cum without blood."
Sygni pulled back, releasing his cock and licked her lips. “Oh, I know.” She sucked him back into her mouth.
"Sygni, that's not teasing, that's torture!” He groaned and shuddered in his bindings. “Let me cum, damn you!"
Sygni pulled back and grinned. “Oh, you'll get yours. When I'm ready.” She took him back into her mouth.
"Fuck!” He howled and his hips bucked hard. “Sygni, please! I can't take this!” He jerked hard on the chains. “I need to cum, I need your blood!"
Sygni let his cock slide from her mouth and withdrew her finger. Had she gone too far?
He groaned and sagged. “Sygni, I need you."
She stood and brushed the hair from his brow. “Galen?"
"Release me.” He raised his head and his eyes blazed hot crimson. “Now."
The spell dissolved before she realized she had done it.
Galen snarled and took her to the floor with blinding speed.
Sygni gasped as the cool tile made contact with her back. Galen loomed over her, his long hair a silken cloak over her and his body a solid wall of muscle between her spread thighs. His marble-hard cock pressed for entry.
"No more games.” His eyes blazed with hunger. He thrust.
Sygni cried out and arched under him as he drove into her. Lightning flashed up her spine as lust roared through her.
A growl rumbled in his chest and he wrapped her tight in his arms, pulling her to him as he thrust hard and without mercy.
She gasped. “God, yes!” She wrapped her legs around him, bucking up to meet him in a delirium of ruthless carnal pleasure. She slid her hands down to cup the cheeks of his pumping ass, encouraging him to take her harder. Tension coiled tight and climax rose in a sudden and violent wave.
"I can't hold it.” He groaned and shuddered. His breath was hot against her ear. “Turn your head ... give me your throat."
Sygni turned her head and felt his lips, then the hard press of fangs on the long muscle below her ear. She shuddered in anticipation. He ground hard into her, striking her sweet spot exactly right. She moaned and writhed, balancing on the edge.
"Cum for me,” he whispered. “Now."
Climax surged with horrific force and crashed, crushing her under in a blinding rush. She wailed and shuddered, held tight in his arms.
His teeth stabbed her throat and his mouth closed tightly, drawing her blood and her climax into himself. He slammed into her, then groaned and trembled, his cock pulsing within her as he came. He thrust again, and then again, filling her with his cum as he drank from her throat.
Long moments later, his mouth released her throat and then his tongue tenderly stroked the wounds he'd created. He sighed then collapsed atop her, cuddling her under his body.
Sygni moaned in repletion. “God, you're good.” She shifted under him. “You're heavy, too. How about letting me up?"
Galen chuckled atop her body. “Gimme a minute.” He groaned. “I'm still recovering from your bondage blow-job."
Sygni leaned up to kiss his brow. “I love you, but this floor is hard and chilly. How about we move this to the pool?"
Galen lifted his head with a frown. “What did you say?"
Sygni smiled up at him. “Let's move this to the pool?"
"No, before that.” He leaned up on his elbows. “The part with the word love in it."
Sygni bit her lip. “I love you?"
"Yeah. That part.” Galen's jaw tightened. “Do you?"
Sygni nodded slowly. She wasn't quite sure when it had happened, but she did. “Yes, Galen. I do."
He took her mouth in a sudden and brutal kiss. His tongue surged in and stroked hers as though devouring her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning under the onslaught.
Galen released her mouth and scooped her up off the floor. “You're right, the floor is hard.” He turned and carried her toward the pool.
Still reeling from his kiss, Sygni barely had time to string two thoughts together when Galen stepped off the edge and plunged them both into, then under the water.
Galen brought them both up with an insufferable grin.
Sygni tossed her hair back and spat water. “You could have warned me, you beast!"
Galen tossed his own hair back and laughed. “Are you kidding? I know better than to warn you of anything."
"Oh! You big brute!” She struggled in his arms, but he subdued her with another possessive kiss.
He released her lips. “You were saying?"
Sygni frowned up at him. “Huh?” For the life of her, she simply could not recall what they were previously talking about.
Galen smiled. “Oh, so that's the secret.” He brought them to the side of the pool and discovered the underwater benches. He tugged her across his lap.
Sygni settled back against his shoulder. “What secret?"
"The secret to shutting you up.” Galen waggled his brows and grinned.
"What?” After a violent, but brief struggle involving an enormous amount of splashing, Sygni found herself being kissed senseless once again while pressed back against the side of the pool.
Galen lifted his head and gave her smile full of masculine pride. “Oh, yeah, I got your number, all right."
Sygni raised a brow in challenge. “Think so? Well,
paybacks are a bitch."
Galen's smile broadened. “Yes they are, and I owe you a fat one for that last bondage routine."
Sygni scowled. “Don't even go there. I owed you one for the ritual ass-fucking Raven put me through to keep your ass in one piece!"
Galen's eyes narrowed. “Think so? Well as far as I'm concerned, you deserved it for the first bondage routine where you made me naked—and teased the hell out of me."
Sygni leaned up. “Oh, no, you don't! I paid for that on the motorcycle, remember?"
Galen's brows shot up. “Oh, I guess you did."
Sygni nodded. “So there."
Galen smiled slyly. “I love you anyway."
Sygni's thoughts ground to a halt. Her heart slammed in her throat. “Do you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” Galen's smile slid away. “I would kill for you."
"Oh.” Sygni didn't know what else to say. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips instead.
He replied by sucking her tongue into his mouth and cupping her breasts. He trapped her nipples in his fingers and tugged.
Sygni whimpered as fire blazed straight to her clit. She arched her back and closed her legs around his waist.
Galen caught her hips and pushed her tighter against the side of the pool. His cock nudged the soft folds of her body for entry.
"Again?” she whispered against his mouth.
Galen snorted. “Shut up and fuck me.” He pulled her down onto him, impaling her.
They both groaned. Holding the marble edge with one hand, he cupped her ass with the other. He took her mouth with drugging kisses as he surged slowly within her.
The rise to passion was unhurried and full of kisses that left them both breathless. Galen finally nudged her chin to the side and sought her throat. He ground up into her with a hungry groan.
Sygni felt her climax crest with a wave of tenderness that shook her to the soul. She wavered on the edge, burning and trembling in his arms.
"Cum for me,” he whispered.
Delight burst in an outward wave. She gasped out her release and felt his bite. For no apparent reason, tears pricked her eyes as she pressed the back of his head to her throat.
He took only a taste and shuddered his groaning release into her body.
* * * *
Replete, exhausted and wearing only a small towel each, he carried her up to the room they shared. He set one knee on the mattress and laid her on the bed, yanking her damp towel from around her body.
Sygni smiled up at him. “You know, I could really get used to you carrying me to bed regularly."
"I have been carrying you to bed regularly.” He followed her down into the blankets.
"Why, so you have.” She snuggled up against his heart as he pulled the blankets over them both. “I love you, Galen,” she whispered.
"I love you, too.” Galen pressed his lips to her brow. “Don't you dare die on me."
Sygni opened a sleepy eye. “What?"
"Nothing.” He tucked her under his chin. “Go to sleep.” PAGEBREAK
~ Nineteen ~
Somehow, Bernard managed to keep his dignity intact as he stood on the castle portico with the tall velvet witch's hat perched on his silver head. The setting sun glittered on the hat's ornate buckle. “I will attend the ‘trick-or-treaters'.” He handed Morwyn to the keys to the huge black Jeep Cherokee parked at the bottom of the stairs. “While you do battle with evil."
Morwyn smiled. “I have absolute faith in your competence, Bernard.” She looked sleek and aggressive in her black leather pants and snugly belted, knee-length leather coat. Her long black hair had been combed back into a tight tail.
Bernard rolled his eyes. “I will certainly do my best."
Poor Bernard ... Sygni shook her head wryly and leaned back against the Jeep. The witch's hat looked so very wrong against his immaculately pressed tux, and yet he seemed perfectly comfortable wearing it.
Speaking of comfort ... She tugged at her jacket sleeves and checked to make sure her gloves were in the pockets. It was going to frost tonight and she wanted to be damned sure she was comfortably dressed for the battle ahead. She had used a conjure circle to get into her closet at home and extracted her favorite leather pants and her tall boots. She had also grabbed her favorite black T-shirt. ‘Insane and loving it’ was scrawled in white across her chest. Her old floor-length leather coat had been in the trunk of her Saturn.
Galen grinned as he stepped out of the front door. “Nice hat, Bernard."
Bernard nodded regally. “Thank you.” He raised a brow. “I like yours as well."
Galen fingered the brim of the soot-black fedora that matched his long black trench coat. “Always was a Humphrey Bogart fan.” He grinned and shoved on a pair of dark sunglasses as he came down the steps. The long tail of his black mane slid off his shoulder and fell down his back. He stepped into the late afternoon sun and immediately strode for the deep shadow by the Jeep. The dying sunlight gleamed on his black leather pants.
Sygni reached out to slide her hand under his coat and stroked his leather-encased thigh. “I like the ‘fetish-spy’ look on you."
Galen leaned down to pull her into an embrace and pressed a kiss to her lips. The scent of warm male perfumed with leather rolled off him. “You would, since you picked it out for me."
Sygni widened her eyes. “Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I?"
Sam came out onto the portico smiling grimly. Wrapped around his wrist was the end of a chain leash fastened to the silver chain around Tyrone's throat. The chain and Tyron's collar shimmered with rainbows, evidence of the spell that held him in his Rottweiler form.
Sam bit back a grin as he came down the stairs. “Nice hat, Bernard."
"Thank you,” Bernard said dryly.
Sam pressed a brief kiss to Morwyn's brow in passing, then moved with feral grace toward the Jeep. For once, his clothes fit him properly. Morwyn had taken him shopping that afternoon. The black jeans skimmed his muscular thighs and the black muscle-shirt showed off his impressive chest and sculpted arms. His silver hair floated loose past his shoulders. ‘Fang-Boy’ was scrawled across his chest.
"Fang-boy?” Galen frowned. “Hey, that's my name."
Sam shook his head. “I have more fangs than you do.” He grinned showing of an impressive set of uppers and lowers.
Galen lifted his chin. “I had it first!"
"Tell you what, I'll let you borrow my shirt on occasion."
"All right, everybody...” Morwyn pointed the small black box on her key ring at the Jeep. The vehicle beeped and all the locks disengaged. “It's time to mount up and move out.” She looked over at Sygni. “And I'm driving."
Sygni scowled. “You drive like an old lady."
Morwyn grinned as she yanked the driver's door open. “And you drive like a maniac."
Sygni tugged open the front passenger side door. “You say that like it's a bad thing."
Sam opened the hatchback door to let Tyrone hop up into the cargo area. “Just out of curiosity, if we're the good-guys, how come we're all wearing black?"
Sygni turned around and gave him her most evil smile. “Because we're scarier than they are."
Sam climbed into the back seat behind Morwyn. “You know, that almost makes sense."
Galen stretched out in the seat behind Sygni. “Makes perfect sense to me."
Sam leveled a glare at him. “It would."
Morwyn started the Jeep. “And off we go, to save the world."
Sam snorted. “Or at least a suburb of it."
For some ungodly reason, the tune: ‘We're off to see the wizard...’ was running through Sygni's mind as they drove out of the gate.
* * * *
Following Sam's directions, Morwyn pulled into the main gate of the South Century Garden Estates. Medium-sized trees shaded medium-sized houses with medium-sized lawns and back yards. It was an entire housing development for people with medium-sized families and medium-sized incomes. Kids in Ha
lloween costumes darted from door to door in the last light of the dying day.
Sygni smiled grimly as they drove along the curved main drive. “Welcome to Normalcy."
Morwyn changed gears. “Hey, I lived in Normalcy myself. It wasn't so bad."
Galen leaned forward. “You lived in a suburb?"
Morwyn looked up at her rear-view mirror and smiled at his astonished reflection. “Yep, for quite a while, too."
"That was before she got her government land grant and put a castle on it.” Sygni looked over her shoulder. “I met her right before that."
Sam frowned. “A government land grant? What did you do? Save the president, or something?"
Morwyn bit her lip and flushed. “Something like that."
"But what about all that stuff in the castle?” Galen shook his head. “I thought you were collecting that stuff for years?"
"She was.” Sygni grinned. “Let's put it this way, you didn't go in the closets in her old ranch house. You might never come out."
Sam shook his head. “I don't get it."
Sygni turned to Morwyn. “Didn't you tell him what you do?"
Sam lifted his chin. “She's a librarian."
Sygni barked out a laugh. “She's way more than that, she's a Preserver."
"A preserver.” Sam crossed his arms. “Why do I have the feeling that you don't mean a round thing that floats on water?"
"I preserve and protect old magical treasures.” Morwyn turned the Jeep onto a narrow lane lined with slender birches and redundantly called School Drive. “The books are just the biggest collection."
"Okay...” Sam arched up his brow. “So, what does that have to do with closets?"
Morwyn bit her lip. “Remember what a time-still is?"
Galen set his chin on Sygni's backrest. “An imaginary world made by a sorcerer, right?"
Sygni nodded. “Normally made from a moment pulled out of time."
Morwyn glanced at Sam. “I kind'a make them."
"Huh?” Sam leaned forward and poked his head between the seats. “You make them?"
Morwyn shrugged. “My talent lies in shaping time and space."
Sygni chuckled. “Now you know why you didn't walk into her closets. She literally had more closet than house. Some of them were big enough to get lost in."
