Nightwalker

by Jacquelyn Frank

  Viève cried out, throwing her head back as he sought for, and found, the little nub of flesh that would be the key to her pleasure. He found her mouth again as he swirled his touch around that sensitive spot over and over again. She cried out into his mouth, gasping in his breath, devouring his tongue.

  She had only ever reached orgasm by her own hand, and even that had been an empty sort of pleasure compared to this. She launched into orgasm within what seemed like only moments; coming hard, every nerve on fire, caught like tinder to his flame.

  “Yes,” he said on a sibilant s. “Oh yes…I like that. I like it a great deal. Must do it again.”

  She moaned, swept up in his kiss and the redoubled efforts of his touch. She clutched at him with hands and legs, holding him as though she were afraid he would escape. Not until she was done with him. Not until then.

  This time as he stroked her he slipped a finger inside her. She gasped at the sensation, at the profundity of someone other than herself breeching her body.

  “Please,” she begged him, though she didn’t really know what she was begging for.

  “I will do as I please. Yes, I will take as I please.” He lowered his head to her exposed breast and fell on the pointed nipple. Sucking it strongly and in tandem to the stroking of his fingers. It wasn’t long before she was launching into a second orgasm. “Gods above I could come just listening to you,” he said heatedly as her cries filled his ear…filled the room.

  “Please don’t,” she said shakily. “N-not until you’re inside me.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, little dove, I’ll not disappoint you.”

  He gripped the side of her panties and began to pull them down her legs, lifting his body away from hers to do so, laughing when she tried to clutch him close.

  “Would you rather I tear them off?” he asked.

  “Anything. Just don’t leave me.” She was so afraid he would leave her. That he would end it all, bring her world suddenly crashing down around her. She didn’t want to come down. She wanted to ride this incredible high for all it was worth. It mustn’t end too soon.

  “As you wish,” he said, snapping the fragile fabric of her panties, lace and cotton giving way to their ardor.

  “Now you,” she insisted, pushing his shirt down his broad shoulders, her hands shaping to the flexed muscles of his arms as she swept by. He pulled his shirt free and tossed it into the room somewhere. Neither cared where. Then her hands dropped to the buckle of his belt and here she hesitated.

  “Take what you want,” he whispered against her ear. “Without fear. Without regret. Simply take what you want. What you feel you deserve.”

  She did deserve this. She was owed this a thousand times over. The hundreds of times she’d been sneered at, told she wasn’t good enough, would never be good enough. Well, here was a man who thought she was more than good enough. He was on fire for her. For her. No one else. The thought was empowering, and she unbuckled his belt, pulling the leather strap out of his belt loops. Then she went straight for the button and zipper of his pants.

  She was gaining momentum, gaining in eagerness. She wanted to see him. Wanted to feel him. She had never come so close before…had never even wanted to before. But now she wanted. As she cupped him through the fabric of his underwear, she wanted.

  He hissed in pleasure at the feel of her small hand fondling him. Her touch was awkward and unsure, as if she were afraid to touch him yet her desire was overriding her fear. And for a brief moment he wondered if she should be afraid. If they both should be. He feared only two things in life. His own failure and his own hubris. Were either of those coming into play here?

  He didn’t think so. He prayed not.

  Her hand slipped inside the material of his boxer briefs, wrapping around his painfully hard shaft. All outside thoughts flew away. He could only focus on the moment and all he could think about was that it had been so long since he had been touched by a woman. And far longer since he had been touched by a woman like her. She was so open, so pure, so curious. He ground his teeth together as she stroked him, discovered him, shaped her hand to him however she liked.

  “You’re so hard…and so hot. Are all men so hot?” she asked.

  The question stilled him inside, tried to calm his racing heart with its importance. He suddenly realized…

  “That’s right…you’ve never done this”—he indicated their nearly joined bodies—“before?”

  She looked suddenly frightened, her lip going between her teeth and her eyes wide with worry.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said.

  “It does matter,” he insisted strongly.

  “Please…please don’t stop. I don’t want this to end.”

  He absorbed that a moment. “Why would it end?” he asked her. “Do you think I will suddenly stop wanting you? After all the barriers this desire has knocked down, do you think the idea of one more barrier will suddenly make me come to my senses?”

  “I don’t want to take that chance,” she whispered. She gnawed at her lip a moment. “I’ve never had sex before. I’d never even been kissed until you kissed me. No one wanted me because I was a—”

  “Half-breed,” he finished for her. “I see. I am clear enough in my thoughts to tell you that something like that will not stop me from wanting you, will only make the craving stronger. To think I will give you what no one else has…it makes me burn ever hotter with need.” He gave her a hard look. “But are you sure? This is all so sudden and—”

  “Yes! I’m sure!” she hastened to say.

  He chuckled. “Very well then. Let’s proceed. You may resume stroking me,” he said intently, “and I shall resume stroking you.” With those words he slipped two fingers inside her, making her gasp. He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her as much as he could, the touch serving a dual purpose for him. To give her pleasure, and to make her ready for him.

  Meanwhile she was stroking him in earnest, eager for the feel of him, wanting to learn everything about how to please him. He pressed a kiss to her mouth and said, “Easy, little dove. We have all the time in the world.” It wasn’t true and they both knew it, but it did slow her down a little.

  “Take off your pants,” she said. “I want to feel all of you.”

  “Likewise. This dress must go. I would see you free of everything save your skin.”

  They came apart and each undressed swiftly. She laid back on the carpet once she was naked and held her arms out to him, demanding he return at once. He wanted to, but he needed a moment to drink her in. She was so small, so petite and so pale compared to him—she made him look practically tanned up against her. Her ivory skin was broken up only by a thatch of gray curls at the apex of her thighs and the two lightest pink nipples on her full breasts.

  “You’re beautiful,” he uttered, running his hand down over that white skin from shoulder to hip to ankle.

  “I’m not,” she argued, a pink blush appearing on her cheeks. She lifted her hand to cover it up, but he stayed her.

  “Don’t. There’s no need to hide from me. Your blushes please me. Your shyness delights me. Your courage astounds me. Now come and kiss me. Let me find my way inside of you. I find it is the place I most want to be at present.”

  “Oh. I’m so glad,” she whispered fiercely. It made him chuckle. “I like it when you laugh,” she said. “It’s such a nice sound.”

  One he wasn’t prone to making. But he found his heart felt infinitely lighter around her, making it come much more easily. For her. Only for her. His life and his crimes were far too serious for levity to enter any other part of his life.

  And that thought made him hesitate. She didn’t know what he was. Didn’t know what his crimes were. He should tell her now, so she would know the monster she was thinking of bedding. That would be the right thing to do. The unselfish thing to do. He opened his mouth to say something, but she filled his parted lips with her mouth and her tongue and all of his words flew away. Far too easily, he though
t. But he did not want this to end. Not just the sex, but the part where she didn’t look at him with contempt. He selfishly did not want that to happen.

  Not yet.

  Kamen kissed the side of her neck. Her shoulder, her breast. He moved on to her belly, her navel, her curls. There were clearly many things she had not experienced, and he was determined to be the one to introduce her to every pleasure she deserved. He kissed the inside of one thigh and then the inside of the other. The smell of her tickled his senses. Strawberries and sex. Her arousal was sharp and he hungered for her. Holding her thighs apart, feeling her fingers clutching the strands of his hair, he touched his tongue to her. He licked her and she gasped. He found her clit with his tongue and toyed with it in quick little flicks and slow, sensual teases. His tongue danced against her highly sensitized flesh. She moaned with ecstasy, her hands in his hair steering him to what pleasured her most. He heard every sigh and whisper. Every hint of passion. He chased it all down until she was crying out in long, sustained moans of pleasure. Then, when she was nearly at the top, he sucked her clit into his mouth and sent her shooting over like a burning star in the night sky. She cried out her pleasure loud and long and he thrust his fingers into her to feel the spasms he had created from the inside.

  He took the opportunity to stretch her some more, listening to her pant, feeling her hands fumbling to find him. But listening to her had put him at the razor’s edge. He didn’t think he could bear her curious touch right then. So he surged up her body, took her hands and placed them on his chest as he set his hips between her open and wet thighs. He took a moment to speak a Word, waited for the brief spell to settle, then he slid himself through the slick track of her folds, groaning at the feel. Did she understand how responsive she was? Did she understand what it was doing to him?

  “I’m going to take you now,” he said through his teeth. “Right now!”

  “Yes! Please!” she cried as he notched himself to her and made his opening thrust.

  She was so tight. So untried. He attempted to go slowly, but he failed miserably. Where had all his lauded control gone? Where was the man who had not been stirred to passion for ages? He was gone. So far gone. Because of her. He thrust deeper, his pace all the more hurried as he finally found full seat inside her. He took a moment to take stock of her, to make certain there was no pain. To make certain she was still with him.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered hotly against his ear. “Never stop.”

  He didn’t. He surged into her hard, making her draw in a wild breath. Then he thrust again, and again. Until he had found an almost frantic rhythm inside her.

  “I’m going to come for you,” he said. “Would you like that?”

  “Yes. Very much so. Please,” she said.

  He chuckled. “Well, since you’re being so polite about it, I must make it a point to do so more than once.”

  “Oh yes. That would be wonderful.” She began to pant in time to his thrusts. She started to moan, her pleasure obviously building. But this time would feel different for her. This time her orgasm would be from the inside out. He would see to it.

  He hit into her harder. Harder and faster. She gloved around him, tight and wet and he couldn’t make himself hold back. When she came he went right along with her, shouting out as he ejaculated into her. It was like a catharsis for his soul. Years of staid control had burst apart at the seams. And he was glad of it. Had anyone asked him hours ago how he felt about sex he’d have said he had no desire to do so whatsoever. Now the opposite was true.

  Now, he wanted more.

  Chapter 9

  Apep was seated on the exam table, a little strip of paper under his butt and a dressing gown in his lap. He had been instructed to change, leaving the gown open to the front and, of course, the nurse had said with a chuckle, panties off.

  He didn’t even wear panties, so that was a moot point, but the rest of it…he was a god. Gods don’t get naked for others, others get naked for them. Besides, he didn’t see the point. He was only there for one thing. He had shown up at this random doctor’s office without an appointment and had dropped an insane amount of money on the front desk, stating that the doctor would see him now. That it was a matter of life and death. He failed to mention that it was the doctor’s life in the balance and his death he was talking about. He would get to that part later, but only if necessary. He wasn’t ready to expose himself to the adulation of these puny mortals. For the duration of his pregnancy having the Templar Bodywalkers as his lackeys had been more than adequate. They were sufficiently cowed by him, subservient to him, scared to death of him. Sure, one or two had tried to escape the compound where they had moved in order to wait out the remainder of his enceinte state, but they had been caught and dealt with accordingly, making nice examples for anyone else who thought to do so.

  Apep impatiently plucked at the tie to the robe. Really, where was this doctor? He’d been waiting a whole three minutes already.

  The door to the exam room opened right then and a woman in scrubs with short, pixie curls and a man just past middle age with a balding head entered the room. He had a thunderous look on his face.

  “Now see here, Ms…. Ms…. ” He glanced down at the chart which had not been filled out to anyone’s satisfaction.

  “Odjit,” Apep supplied.

  “Ms. Odjit, you can’t simply stride into a doctor’s office, throw your money around and expect him to heel to your command.”

  “Yes. I can. But, as I said, this is a matter of life and death.”

  “Is there something wrong?” he asked, switching gears. “You have not changed.”

  Apep laughed. “Oh, of course not. Let’s not be silly. And yes, something is very wrong. You need to take this thing out of me.” He pointed to his swollen belly.

  “Your child? You want me to remove your child from your womb? How far along are you?” Again he looked at the chart.

  “Far enough. I’ve had it with this whole impending motherhood shtick. It’s time to move on to bigger and better things. And I cannot do that with this thing sucking half the life out of me. You have no idea what a drain on the resources this has been!”

  “Pregnancy can be very taxing,” the doctor said, looking suddenly uneasy. “But you can’t rush to the end of it just because you want to. These things must conclude in their own time. You can’t have that much further to go. Who has been your doctor to date?”

  “You are my doctor,” Apep said, as though talking to a not-too-clever child.

  “I’ve never seen you before!”

  “Of course not! You aren’t the brightest bulb in the package are you?”

  “You mean to say you’ve had no prenatal care until now?” The doctor was incredulous. He exchanged a glance with his nurse.

  “I took very good care of myself. There was no need for doctors then. But there is a need now. Now, I’m losing patience. What can you do to get this thing out of me?”

  “You need tests! A sonogram! We need to find out how far along you are. We have to make certain the baby is healthy.”

  “Oh, it’s healthy all right. You won’t find a healthier baby, believe you me. It’s half god after all. Demi-gods are notoriously hearty.”

  “D-Demi—?” The doctor’s face screwed up into a strange expression. “I see. Well, we’ll have to run a battery of tests and perhaps have you sit down with our staff psychologist.”

  “Screw your tests!” Apep roared, his patience at an end. He leapt from the table and grabbed the doctor around his throat. He slammed the annoying little man back against the door and held him there as his feet flailed and his face turned purple from a lack of oxygen.

  Apep sighed and straightened his clothing with his free hand. “Now see what you’ve done? You made me pee myself a bit. My damned bladder can only hold a teaspoon of liquid these days, and one little sneeze or if I move too quickly…” He shrugged. “And you!” he snapped, looking hard at the nurse. “Don’t move. I have one free hand.
If you cause me any trouble…” he trailed off meaningfully and she of the pixie curls cowered in the far corner of the exam room. “Now listen to me very carefully,” Apep said to the doctor, speaking slowly as the doctor suffocated. “You are going to do whatever is necessary to remove this child from my body. Is that clear? You have no other purpose on this planet until that is done. Cancel all your other patients, call your wife and tell her you won’t be home. If you don’t I will break your body one small bone at a time until you are screaming in agony. As I understand it there are two hundred and six of them. Shall I start with your pinky?” Apep grabbed for the doctor’s finger with his free hand and the doctor cried out in a garbled sound. Apep smiled his prettiest smile. “Good. We have an understanding then. Yes?” He waited for the man’s strained nod then finally let go of him. He crumpled to the floor in a heavy fall of bones and flesh, his head thumping noisily against the door. The nurse didn’t so much as budge from her corner to help him. Apep was pleased. He liked her immediately. He loved when his worshippers were appropriately awed and frightened by him.

  “Where shall we do this then? Here?” Apep bent down and kindly picked the doctor up, settling him on his feet and supporting him with a single hand as he reached out to brace himself.

  “Hospital,” he croaked.

  “Hmm. No need for that. In fact, I think it would be best if you gathered all the supplies you need and come with me. Bring your nurse too. I like her.”

  The nurse’s eyes widened and she shook her head wildly. Apep couldn’t resist tormenting her. “And, sweetness, if you even think of running or calling for help, there will be a price to pay. Whether it be by you…or by the good doctor here. Now, you wouldn’t want to be responsible for a man’s death, would you?”

  The nurse began to cry.

  “Pull yourself together,” Apep said in his kindest tone. He really was feeling benevolent now that he knew relief was at hand. “And remember, I’ll kill anyone you think to ask for help. Now send everyone home and let’s get back to my compound.” Apep sighed. “My own personal doctor. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?”