Amethyst Flame (The Flame Series Book 2)

by Caris Roane

  “Let me see your mouth. Bare your teeth for me.”

  She opened immediately for him. He rubbed along her gums hunting for the swelling that would release a pair of fangs but nothing was there. When he started to remove his finger she caught it between her teeth, then drew it inside and sucked.

  He groaned, and his jeans shrunk a little more. “I need out of these pants.”

  She let go of his finger. “And I need a shower, and I want you in it with me.” In a swift levitating glide, she moved away from him, rising well above the coffee table. She didn’t even hit the two beer bottles. She then pivoted midair as though she’d been flying all her life and sped to the glass doors that led into the house.

  When the ghosts started to follow, she turned and wagged a finger at them. “Not allowed, girls. What’s going to happen here is private.”

  All three looked downcast for a moment, then simply faded away.

  Emma disappeared inside.

  He followed in her wake, every cell of his body driven toward her. He felt consumed by his need. Once in the bathroom, he stripped quickly. She was already in the oversized shower, three heads flowing with water.

  He had to laugh because she was spinning in a slow levitating move. It reminded him that he’d gone through his own aerial antics when he’d first become a vampire and realized he could fly.

  When he joined her in the shower, she finally settled down and eased her feet to the tile floor. “You going to sex me up, Vaughn, or what?”

  “Hell, yeah, I am.”

  ~ ~ ~

  As Vaughn reached for the bar of soap, Emma let her gaze move slowly over his massive shoulders. His arms were heavily muscled, and while he lathered up, she put her hands on his right arm and tried to span it with thumbs touching and pinky fingers as well. But couldn’t.

  “You’re huge.”

  He glanced down at his cock then smiled wryly. “I am.”

  She chuckled. She liked Vaughn so much, even the way he joked with her. He planted his soapy hands on her breasts and began to massage. She drew a deep breath and watched the intense expression on his face as he got busy.

  He took his time feeling her up, smoothing his hands over her breasts and rubbing her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. She kept stroking his arms while he worked, loving how her hands rose and fell as she moved over his sculpted muscles.

  She angled sideways, enough to get close to his left arm. He saw where she was headed so he released her nearest breast, which gave her just the right amount of room to kiss his bicep then open her mouth and sink her teeth. He pinched her nipple at the same time which had her moaning.

  She pressed herself up against him and kept kissing, licking and biting his arm. His hand went to her bottom, squeezing her and holding her close so that she could feel he was completely erect.

  He pushed the hair away from her neck and kissed her while she continued to nibble her way over all the different muscles. An image flashed in her mind of doing something similar, only with Vaughn flat on his back maybe even tied up at the wrists to keep him under control. The fantasy made her moan.

  She moved up to his shoulder and continued her oral exploration. When he grabbed a good portion of her neck in his mouth, she grew very still. She loved the feel of it as though he was taking possession of her, staking his ownership. She felt a loose sensation move through her mind and knew she was partially enthralled, maybe because he hadn’t bitten her.

  She was at his command.

  He slid his hand between her thighs, and his voice entered her mind. Open for me.

  She took a side step, parting her legs for him. She moaned as his fingers drove inside and began working their own kind of magic. Vaughn, I’m loving this.

  Me, too. I want to bite you. Would you like that, Emma? Would you like to feel my fangs?

  A delicious shiver raced through her head to her toe. Do it. Please. I need you drinking from me, with your fingers buried deep.

  He groaned as began licking her throat. He used a hand at the back of her neck to turn, then support her head.

  The sting of his bite went straight to her sex, and as he began to take down her blood and slide his fingers in and out, a cry left her throat.

  ~ ~ ~

  Vaughn drank greedily. Emma’s blood tasted like a fine wine yet enhanced with the scent of her spellroom, very witchy, and he loved it. He thrust his fingers in and out of her body and he could tell by the way she kept crying out and the way her body writhed that he could make her come.

  And he wanted the flavor of her orgasm in her blood.

  He thrust his fingers faster. Come for me, Emma. I want to feel your sex gripping my fingers and pulsing. Come for me, you beautiful witch. I love tapping into your vein. So much power.

  With that, he could feel her orgasm start to roll and wasn’t surprised when she released a series of cries. He sustained the pace to keep the pleasure spiraling within her body.

  When the cries stopped and her body grew lax, he slowed the drive of his wrist then finally withdrew his fingers from her body. He released her throat at the same time, swiping the wounds with his tongue to seal them.

  He drew her against him, holding her tight. His eyes were closed as the water beat down on his back. Another spray hit Emma’s shoulder.

  He took deep breaths, savoring the feel of her blood working in his body. He felt as though small bits of electricity kept sizzling in his veins. He was pumped in the same way he’d been when she’d healed him. Something about Emma’s power amplified his own and added to his skill set.

  The power of her blood swirled through him and something more. His chest felt very full and warm, but it had nothing to do with his power or hers. Instead, he discovered a deep unsettling truth that somewhere in this nightmare he’d fallen in love with a witch.

  But the next thought shredded him, that Five Bridges was no place to forge a relationship.

  “That was fantastic, Vaughn.”

  He forced himself back to the present, and instead of pulling away, he caressed her back. “It was.”

  After a moment, he shifted so that he could meet her gaze. She looked satisfied and once more desire to be buried between her legs surged. He kissed her several times on the lips, one after the other, plucking and tasting.

  Have you had fantasies about this, Vaughn?

  Dozens, maybe hundreds. He could feel his eyelids grow heavy. Some of them just like this, being in the shower with you and kissing you.

  This time, she drew back, caressing his face. “I’ve known love before, with Max. And I want you to know it’s the same with you. I love you, Vaughn. I just never thought it would happen again and until tonight, I was afraid to put a name to what I was feeling. I wanted you to know, because the truth is neither of us knows what Loghry will do next.”

  For a moment, he froze. Would she expect him to tell her how he felt? He hoped not. He didn’t want to speak the words aloud, to open that door, not when he was to blame for his sister’s abduction.

  Instead, he kissed her again, letting his body speak for how much she meant to him. Beyond that, he was unwilling to go. How about we rinse off and test your bed to see how sturdy it is?

  Sounds perfect.

  ~ ~ ~

  Emma’s heart felt swollen in the best way. She hadn’t been this content in a long time, not since Max. She wasn’t surprised Vaughn hadn’t responded to her expression of love by admitting to the same feelings. Something about the pressure of their immediate dire situation had made her bold. Beyond that, she had no expectations. She just wanted to be open and honest about what she was feeling for him.

  She also knew that Vaughn carried a weight of guilt in his heart about losing his sister as he had. He’d never seen her again or discovered her body in a nightly check of the morgue, a ritual he’d undertaken for two years.

  No, she had no expectations. This was Five Bridges, not the normal human world.

  Vaughn carried her from the shower, dried her off,
then levitated her to the bed. He continued to hold her in his arms as he pulled the comforter and pillows away.

  The sheets were cool on her back as he laid her down. He climbed onto the bed to lie on his side next to her. She turned to face him.

  He was so handsome with his dark gray eyes, straight black brows and strong, angled cheekbones.

  He cupped her face and leaned close to kiss her. She parted her lips, and he drove inside, searching the depths of her mouth and making all kinds of promises. As he shifted to move over her chest, she was able to caress his arms again, then his back. She wiggled closer to feel his thighs against hers. She pushed his hip and he drew back enough for her to stroke his cock with her hand.

  Vaughn?

  Yes?

  His tongue teased the depths of her mouth. She forgot for a moment what she was going to ask him.

  When she remembered, she leaned away just a little and thumbed his lips. “I’m really hungry.”

  “You are? You mean you want something to eat?” He looked concerned and started to get up.

  She caught his elbow, pulling him back down, then pushing him onto his back. “I wanted you to feed me. That’s all. Then maybe you’ll get hungry and want something to eat as well.” She was being bold, but how much time would they really have together after this night?

  He groaned and spread his legs as she moved between his thighs. His cock stood upright, and when he leaned up and cupped the back of her neck, she slowly lowered her mouth to him. She held his gaze as she licked the tip.

  His lips trembled, and his cock jerked.

  With one hand, she held him firmly at the base, then surrounded the crown with her mouth. She didn’t suck right away. Instead she swirled her tongue over the head, teasing the rim the entire distance.

  His hips rocked, and he moaned. With his hand still on the back of her neck, he squeezed gently, pushing at the same time. She got the message.

  She took him deeper in her mouth and finally made the first sucking motion. An odd sound came out of his mouth, sort of an anguished grunt. Once more, she sucked, only this time drawing slowly up at the same time, then pushing back down with her lips and mouth.

  “You need to stop.”

  She released him. “So soon?” she smiled. “But I was just getting started.”

  “I don’t want to come yet. I want to make this last.”

  “How about I ride you, then?”

  His sudden smile looked devilish. “You forget. I’m hungry, too.”

  Another shiver raced through her.

  He beckoned her forward with a crook of his index finger. “I’m thinking you should bring your hips close to my mouth, then hold onto the headboard with both hands.”

  Her turn to make an odd sound, only hers was part squeak, part moan. She carefully moved up his body, balancing herself with a hand on either side of him. When she had her knees beside his head, he grabbed her hips and pulled her sex down to him. She moaned as he licked a long line up her clitoris.

  The pleasure was so intense that she cried out. She also gripped the headboard, just as he’d ordered. Using his hands, he tilted her hips at a strong angle. She moaned again, knowing what he meant to do. She gasped as his tongue found her entrance.

  He guided her with his hands on her hips and buttocks and created a steady pumping motion. He was damn strong and used all that power now to work her deep inside.

  He flicked his tongue fast, then swirled. He was a big man and even his tongue filled her.

  He kept moving faster and plunging her hips up and down at the same time. She’d never been tongue-fucked like this before, and it was more erotic than anything she’d ever experienced.

  She groaned and cried out.

  Come for me again, Emma. I love how your orgasm flavors your blood, and I plan to bite you again. Come for me. Come now!

  Suddenly, the orgasm was right there. He must have known because he moved his tongue vampire fast and she came almost shouting. And what was that sensation? Like small, pleasurable shocks of electricity that had her hips jumping.

  The pleasure intensified and moved in rapid pulses up through her abdomen. She cried out repeatedly.

  When the wave finally passed, her body turned to jelly. She slid off to the side of Vaughn and rolled onto her back. “What did you do? That was amazing. I swear I felt a kind of electricity the whole time.”

  He rolled once more onto his side and gently rubbed her abdomen. “I thought it was coming from you. But whatever this is, it has me hard as a rock.”

  “Maybe it’s us, how we are together.”

  “I don’t know. This whole night has been full of surprises.” He drew close and kissed her abdomen and even tongued her navel.

  She ran her hand through his thick top hair, pushing it back, then raking her nails over the nearly bald tattooed area. “I love these tattoos on the side of your head. All the sword-like points are very sexy.”

  He kissed his way down her abdomen and placed several on her sex. “I could spend another hour just tasting you over and over.”

  Emma drew in a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, because suddenly her chest hurt. She wanted him to spend hours, then days, then years doing to her whatever he wanted.

  But the reality of their situation and that Loghry had known they would be at the storage facility swept over her like a terrible storm. Tears flowed so fast she couldn’t stop them.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  She opened her eyes and saw that he was now on his hands and knees. He stroked her cheeks, swiping at the tears. “Why are you crying?”

  “I don’t want this to end. I want years with you, Vaughn. Dammit, I want decades.”

  He kissed her suddenly. Had she seen tears in his eyes as well?

  ~ ~ ~

  Vaughn’s eyes burned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way. He was in bed with a woman, and a witch at that, but he wanted years as well, not just this one damn night.

  When she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her, he took the hint. He moved his knees between her legs.

  “You said you’d bite me again, and I really want you to.”

  He nodded, searching her face. She caressed his neck, his shoulders, his arms. He took his cock in hand and pressed it against her well and began to push.

  Her body did a rolling wave, the pleasure between them very mutual. The same small jolts of electricity jumped between them, adding another sensual layer.

  He took his time entering her. Between thrusts, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her throat. She settled her hands on his pecs and fondled him, teasing his nipples.

  When he was deep inside, he set a slow rhythm, wanting to savor every moment, knowing it could be their last time together. He planted his forearms on either side of her so he could make as much body-contact as possible. She wrapped her arms around him and he kissed her hard, driving his tongue deep.

  She responded with a mournful cry against his mouth. He knew she was overcome.

  He was, too.

  He kissed his way down her cheek and along her neck, hunting for the right spot. But this time, piercing her vein felt like so much more than a feeding. It was an intimate connection he needed to make with her.

  She turned her head. “Yes, Vaughn. I want this more than anything. I want to feel your thrall.”

  Her fingers sizzled with power, an erotic sensation wherever she touched him. He knew in a concentrated dose, the same energy could kill him. Yet he loved what she was doing, because it came from her, from who she was as a powerful alter witch.

  He licked her throat above the vein. She was breathing hard, waiting.

  He paused in his thrusts, drew his head back, then struck with his fangs to the right depth. Her blood flowed into his mouth once more, and he groaned. The flavor was full of her ecstasy, and he trembled as it went down his throat. Once it hit his stomach, power and desire exploded together.

  He arched his hips and began to drive into her
forcefully, deep thrusts the length of her sex. He loved being buried between her legs and hearing her moans. She tilted her pelvis, catching and squeezing his cock.

  He shook now from the power he was feeling and the need to fill her full of what he had to give as a man.

  In this moment, she was his woman.

  His woman.

  You’re mine, Emma. All mine.

  I belong to you, Vaughn, no matter how much time we have together. I’m yours fully and completely, nothing held back. The sensation of thrall is incredibly erotic. I love being captured by you in this way, held so that I can’t move except to respond to your body.

  He groaned at her words and moved faster. She uttered a series of cries as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He released her throat, swiping the wounds to close them off, then lifted up so he could look down at her. She was panting, on the edge. She was so beautiful, her lips swollen and her eyes dilated with pleasure and desire.

  “Fuck me, Vaughn. Fuck me hard.”

  He groaned at her words, then increased the pace, moving as fast as he could.

  She opened her mouth, arched her neck and began to cry out, a wild sound that took him the rest of the way.

  His balls tightened. “I’m coming.” He released into her and pleasure filled his head with a mighty wind. The electricity from her hands became an electrical field that took his pleasure and spread it all over his body.

  He shouted first, then roared, a sound matched only by her cries of ecstasy.

  After a moment, he began to ease back, but he felt it again, that he’d be releasing a second time. “Emma, do you want more?”

  Her body writhed beneath his. “Yes. Fill me again.”

  He nodded as the need to ejaculate gripped his groin. Once more, he quickened his pace. She moved her hands over his back and the electricity began to work on him again.

  He grunted as he pushed. Then suddenly it was there, the release that had him moving faster and his hips jerking. She dug her nails into his back, which somehow sent the electricity into his bones, and it felt incredibly erotic.

  The pleasure was profoundly intense, and he was roaring once more, joining her cries.