A Kiss Before Dying

by J. A. Saare

  His flavor was headier, his scent more prominent, and behind it all was the most luscious smell. . . .

  “It’s your hunger.” He groaned against my lips and came over to cover me. “I feel it beating at me. You need to feed.”

  His solid erection pressed against my thigh brought other impulses to mind, and I found myself pushing at him, forcing Sebastian onto his back. His cock was fully erect and jutted proudly from the light slathering of blond hair along his thighs.

  I didn’t ask for permission this time and crawled on hands and knees until I reached him. With one hand, I cupped his heavy sac, massaging carefully. With the other, I gripped the base, brought the head to my lips, and licked along the sensitive tissue around the tip that formed the crown.

  “I’m glad to see my extensive library has been put to good use.” He groaned, fisting the sheets just as I had when he pleasured me with his mouth. “Exceptionally good use.”

  I grinned then, knowing it was no accident that I’d found the first book placed on the table near my journals. “You left them for me on purpose, didn’t you?” I said and then licked around his shaft.

  “Of course,” he murmured, pausing as I took his head into my mouth and sucked lightly. “Every time I returned to our chamber and the scent of your arousal hung heavy in the air, I knew you’d been reading them. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to toss you onto our bed and tongue your sex until you screamed my name over and over again.”

  I moaned, picturing him doing just that, and he brought a hand to my head and twined his fingers into the strands. He didn’t instruct me this time, enjoying the slow and sensual exploration I made with my lips and tongue. This time, I worked to take more of his length into my mouth, trying to relax my throat and take him all. Before long, he was pumping his hips and pressing my head down to match the movement.

  “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

  I stopped long enough to purr, “Don’t fight the feeling.”

  He didn’t.

  His thrusts were rough, his hand at the back of my head almost violent. He came in a liquid rush, his cock jerking as wave after wave of his pleasure spilled onto my tongue. I sucked greedily, unable to get enough, and devoured him entirely. Even his seed tasted different, salty but no longer bitter.

  Like this, he was addictive.

  “One day in our future, I’m going to go by the gentlemanly adage,” he told me in a hoarse voice, “ladies first.”

  He changed our positions in one smooth motion, propping me against the pillows. He lowered himself, coming between my legs but stopping short.

  “This time, I’m tapping this vein,” he said, parting my thighs for easy access.

  Sharp fangs skimmed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and then I felt the fiery white-hot pain that was immediately followed by ecstasy. Both of us moaned at the incredibly erotic sensation, his muffled against my skin, mine muffled by the hand I brought to my mouth.

  Before, Sebastian’s bites were kind and gentle, but never were they anything like this. His mouth sucking at my skin evoked fervid longings, which brought me to a fever pitch.

  “What’s happening to me,” I moaned, thrashing as he held me in place.

  Sebastian licked at my thigh to seal the punctures with his tongue. Then he moved, coming to the apex of my thighs and settling his mouth over my throbbing sex. Taking his time, he licked in small laps, driving me mad in the process.

  “Please, Bastian,” I begged, gyrating my hips against his face. “Please.”

  His tongue slid between my folds as his hand came around and his fingers invaded my tight center. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I climaxed. Everything was hypersensitive. Sounds, scents, feelings, sensations—everything was magnified. But when the crest arrived, and my body exploded, I lost the ability to formulate sounds. I allowed the bed to hold me as I shattered, shaking and trembling violently.

  “ ’Bastian,” I croaked and sagged weakly into the pillows. The release left me weak and unable to move, gasping for breath.

  Sebastian appeared above me, palmed the back of my head, and brought my limp body to his chest. “You must feed.”

  I almost asked how such a thing was possible as I had nothing to pierce his skin with, when I felt my incisors lengthening, growing sharp and lethal against my bottom lip. He pressed my mouth to his throat and held me steady. My nostrils flared, going wide. I could smell his blood, the most delicious of aromas. It sang to me, enticing me to sink my teeth deeply and gorge until my fangs no longer ached.

  “Drink.” He sounded impatient, his voice nearly breaking with unexpected emotion I could hear and somehow perceive. “You can’t know how long I’ve waited, Katja. No other but our brides are permitted to take our vein. Taste me. Bring me into your body. Deliver yourself into my keeping.”

  My lips came back instinctually, baring the razor sharp edges of my teeth. I followed the path of my nose and allowed it to guide me. Drawing out the moment, I scraped the sensitive tips of my fangs against his flesh, until I could no longer bear it.

  His skin made a soft pop as my teeth broke through, the vein beneath giving way as a gush of delicious warmth began heating me. The instant I pulled the liquid into my mouth and throat, everything went warm, and I basked in waves of comfort, love, and security.

  “Katja,” Sebastian murmured lovingly, playing with strands of my hair just as I did when he fed. “My love, my bride.”

  With each swallow, I felt my body grow stronger. The lethargy evaporated, replaced with a strength and fortitude I had never known. I drank deeply, savoring his blood that was as rich as the finest Bordeaux.

  Sebastian finally interrupted me. “Not too much, love. I don’t want you to be ill. We have unfinished business between us.”

  I stopped as he asked, closed the tiny holes with my tongue, and lapped at his skin in what Sebastian often referred to as a display of affection. When I opened my eyes and lifted my head, I truly saw my love for the first time. He was beautiful, a god among men. His skin so fair it seemed to glow.

  “I love you,” I found myself saying, lifting my hand and caressing his face.

  “And I you,” he murmured hoarsely, “for eternity, Katja.”

  He shifted me, and I spread my legs to straddle him and bring my feet around and behind his waist. Using one arm to lift myself, I took his shaft into my free hand and guided his cock to the pulsing outer lips of my sex. Fisting himself, he fed that wide round head into my core, inch by slow inch.

  “So good,” he breathed, leaning forward to kiss me, his tongue trailing along my bottom lip.

  “I never knew it could be like this,” I said in a breathy whisper, still pressing down on his shaft and shivering with anticipation of cradling him within.

  He pulled away to gaze lovingly into my eyes. “It’s not. Our coming together will only get better. It’s ingrained in our kind, to ensure we always remain with those we have chosen to share our life with. As the time passes, your pleasure will only grow. We will share everything with one another—life, love, blood, and pleasure.”

  As I settled on his hips, his cock buried deep inside, I imagined us a hundred years from now. I never fathomed this would be the outcome of my actions. But here I was. Claimed for eternity by the only man I had—and would—love.

  That notion in itself made me flush, and I ground my sex against the nest of hair between his legs until I felt his sac at my ass. Impatient, Sebastian growled loudly, grasping one cheek in each hand and lifting me, forcing me to retreat from his shaft, bringing me up until just the head remained inside.

  “Get ready, sweet,” he warned in a deep, throaty voice. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll think you’ve truly died and gone to heaven.”

  I did scream with that first thrust of his hips surging up as he brought me down on his cock. The head of his shaft bumped my cervix, digging into the soft giving skin, and it sent ripples through the walls of my core. As I clenched him
inside my body, Sebastian moaned, throwing his head back and allowing those blond strands to drift along his shoulders.

  He repeated the motion, lifting me slowly and then bringing us together again. We both cried out, enraptured by the bliss, clinging to one another.

  “Ride me until the need has left both of our bodies,” he instructed, guiding my hips with his hands. “We need to rest, sweet. The dawn is fast approaching, and I want to feel your tight, slick sex wringing me dry before we succumb to sleep.”

  “Yes, Shellar,” I demurred without thinking, using the title out of habit.

  “No,” he corrected me, grasping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. “Never again am I your Master. If you must refer to me in my tongue, then do so properly. I am your other half now, your vhirimir.”

  My heart melted, gazing into those intense and unwavering eyes. “Yes, vhirimir.”

  He smiled, unhinging my feet and moving back against the headboard and pillows. He situated himself without separating our bodies, keeping himself firmly embedded in my core.

  “Ride me, little love. Take us to the stars.”

  I did, taking him slow and then fast, plunging down on his hard length again and again. He cupped my breasts, pinched and teased my nipples, and watched through weighted lids as I took my pleasure but gave the same in turn. Soon, he grasped my hips tightly, bringing me down as he drove up, and we both achieved a climax that left us spent and boneless.

  “I do love you, ’Bastian.” I yawned against his chest and tried to resist the overwhelming lethargy sapping my strength and lulling me to sleep.

  “And I you, Katja.” Sebastian kissed my brow, and against him, I relaxed, drowsing as the sun broached the sky. “Sleep now. Rest safely in my arms.”

  As we lay nestled together in the bed as lovers instead of friends, I knew what it meant to bask in sheer happiness and contentment. I had sacrificed an old life for a new one, and because of that, I would have my love for an eternity.

  I went into the world of dreams with images and thoughts of my lover in mind, aware that in the gloaming, Sebastian and I would rise together.

  The End

  About the Author

  I’m a normal gal with a taste for the macabre. I started writing on the down low when I was in high school, keeping my work a secret—until now. In my spare time, I enjoy the simple pleasures in life, like shooting a game of pool (straight eight, if you please), listening to my favorite band (NIN), or spending time relaxing with my husband and our brood. Please come visit me on my homepage: www.jasaare.com.

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