by Jacey Ward
I fought like my life depended on it and when the fight was overwhelming, my weapons gone, and I had nothing but the strength of my hands, I struck fear into my enemy’s heart with nothing but my savage nature. The flag of surrender was waved, and I fell back, satisfied.
Chapter Nine
Alexis
“What happened?” My finger was tracing one of Damien’s scars, the harsh one that ran from his chest down to the waistband of his pants. He hissed at my touch but didn’t stop my finger tracing over the raised skin.
“Michael did that when they kicked me out of heaven.”
“You poor thing,” I whispered, leaning closer until my lips caressed the skin. Tracing across the twisted line that crossed his nipple, kissing until I stopped to suck the flat circle into my mouth.
Damien had come home about an hour ago. The first thing he had done was issue the order for me to get undressed and be in his bed when he got out of the shower. It was a good thing that it was past the kids’ bedtime and that they were all sleeping peacefully as I had the feeling nothing was going to keep Damien from taking my virginity tonight.
He moaned and grabbed me by the arms pulling me away.
“Are you trying to test my patience?”
His eyes were burning red like a flame, the face most men see before their death, but I wasn’t afraid. I was excited. It made me feel powerful to know that I could make him struggle to keep his control.
“I don’t need it slow, Damien, and I don’t want to wait.”
He leaned down, kissing me deeply while his hand kneaded my breasts.
I moaned aloud, pulling his head closer, feeling like I wanted to crawl right into his skin. His hands slid down my back, raising shivers along my body as he went. The heat of passion seemed to unfold from my breasts and flow downward, my channel clenching hard and causing my slit to flood with moisture.
A moan rose up in my throat as he sucked my hard nipples, biting gently. It was better than the books said. “Oh my god,” I moaned when he switched to the other nipple, his mouth replaced by his pinching fingers.
“You like that?” he whispered, hot against my ear and struggling to formulate sentences, I nodded instead.
“You want more?” he goaded.
“Please.” I was desperate to feel him inside me. “Damien, please.”
He waved an open hand over my legs, and the blanket I had pulled over myself disappeared.
I was naked, bare except for my red panties. My tiny bit of defiance seeming to inflame him as he stared at the bit of red lace, his breathing becoming ragged.
“You wore my favorite color,” he smirked and slid down the bed, getting close enough to pussy to inhale the perfume of my passion.
“Ah,” he said, after a deep inhale. “Smells delicious. Let me see if I’m right.”
One snap and the panties were gone. My legs spread on their own, ready and willing without his prompting and when he laid his tongue on my mound, I shot forward, moaning. Thankfully his grip on my thighs was sure. He licked me, sucking like he was a man dying of thirst.
“Damien,” I said, shaking like a leaf. “Please. I need you.” It wasn’t enough. I needed him inside of me.
His grip on me was sure. If he held any tighter, I would have bruises in the morning, but that didn’t keep me from squirming, gripping the sheets as the heat inside my body threatened to explode.
He crawled up my body and the heat of his cock between my legs had me rubbing against him like a cat. I glanced down, seeing his girth and length for the first time.
He was a monster.
A monster I hoped swallowed me whole.
“You sure?” he ground out, taking his cock into his hand, positioning it at my entrance.
I swallowed, suddenly cotton-mouthed, and nodded. I had a feeling that he was beyond the point of being able to stop. The passion in his eyes was burning me from the inside out. I already knew from my research that it would hurt, but that was the furthest thing from my mind as my hips flexed and rolled, trying to get him to sink inside.
“Look at me, Alexis.” His voice was deep but almost controlled. I glanced up from his erect appendage to his eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said, pushing inside of me quickly, not giving me time to think twice. Breaking through my barrier, we both moaned simultaneously, caught up in the feeling of being joined at last. He paused when his shaft was fully seated inside of me. The stretch and burn soon turned into a sensual feeling as heat unfurled within my core.
I gasped, arching into his chest and he held me, arms wrapping around me and holding still until I adjusted. The pain was gone and I sighed, relaxing even more. “They didn’t say anything about that in the book,” I said, as I raised my hips a little, looking for more friction for my aching clit.
He chuckled. “Let me show you what a book can’t teach you.”
Every ounce of emotion was battling inside my chest as he slid in and out of me, slow but sure and steady. My body shook with the impact of his thrusts, and it didn’t take long before my legs were wrapped around his waist, undulating to meet him at every arch. His balls slapped against my ass, and his cock twitched inside me, reminding me there was no barrier.
“Oh, Damien,” I moaned, suddenly tensing as I remembered something very important. “We forgot condoms.”
He moaned but didn’t stop. He already had kids. I had no idea if he wanted another but I knew my father would be super shocked if I went from nanny to baby mama.
“I’ll pull out,” he said, closing his eyes, his head falling back as his pace quickened. “Where do you want me to come?”
Inside me. That was the only place I wanted it, but could I say it out loud?
He groaned, his head falling forward, his hand moving to massage my clit. “Don’t think. Just come,” he said, tilting my head so I could see nothing but him.
Damien was pure fire. His eyes were red with passion, his jaw clenching. I felt like Icarus without the wings. I knew I could fly as high as I wanted. I wasn’t afraid to fall because I was sure Damien would be there to catch me.
I came, loudly, screaming his name and shaking, and he held me, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible. With his control finally fraying, he asked me again, “Where do you want me to come, Lexy?”
“Inside me. Please.”
I would deal with whatever came from it when it happened.
He shuddered, then I felt the heat of his seed inside me, burning me, branding me as his.
I had never felt more complete, as he sagged over me, clenching me to him tightly.
Chapter Ten
Damien
Alexis rolled over, her head propped up by her hand, her hair curtained over her shoulders to cover her breasts. She was a vision I wanted to paint. And I hadn’t painted in two thousand years.
“So,” she started, with a satisfied look, “you want to date me.”
I laughed, not expecting that to come out her mouth. Needing to be closer, I slid over, mirroring her position until we were face to face. “I want to do more than that.”
She giggled and covered her mouth. “Is that right?”
“Oh yes. Stick around, and I’ll show you exactly what I mean,” I said with a smirk as I reached over to trace my finger along the curve of her waist.
“I don’t know if I can stay. My father didn’t tell me how long I was allowed to work here. He can be pretty protective,” she said quickly, her cheeks pink.
“Aww, it’s cute that you think he can stop me,” I teased.
Her brows rose, and I could see that she couldn’t tell if I was teasing or not. I decided to let her know that I had already spoken to him, before I had taken her to my bed.
“I know. You’re right. Which is why I already told him I plan to keep you by my side.”
She gasped. “What? What did he say?”
“Well, first I told him that I was falling in love with you.”
Her eyes turned glassy with happiness. “You did?”
“I did,” I said, kissing her forehead. “He made sure to tell me I couldn’t play games with your heart.”
“You better not,” she said, scooting closer and tracing her fingers over my various other scars.
“I promised him I had no intention of doing so, though I made no such promises about bed games.” She flushed again, and I couldn’t keep myself from kissing her.
“Is that right?”
“Oh yeah, and now that you’re properly deflowered, I think we can play more interesting games.”
“I can’t wait,” she said, rolling to get out the bed.
“Then where are you going?” The bed was colder without her in it.
“To make sure the twins are distracted enough for us to have some fun,” she said with a smirk. “You still have war on you, and I get the feeling that you and I in a shower has the potential to be very fun.”
I laughed, climbing out of bed and walking behind her to hold her. She fit the curve of my body, my head tucked into the curve of her neck. She smelled like desire.
“You have ten minutes to check, then I’m coming to get you,” I said, kissing her.
She grabbed her clothes, giggling as she tried to pull them on quickly. “No fair, you can’t count the time it takes to get dressed.”
“Oh yes I can. I control time down here. As a matter of fact, you’ve only got seven minutes left now,” I warned, and she took off running out the door, half dressed.
I loved this woman and couldn’t wait until she was back in my bed.
THE END
BLOOD PROMISE
The bodies of virgins in Ava’s small city of Mountain Crest have started piling up. Being a newly licensed reporter and the police chief’s daughter, Ava starts investigating immediately.
All fingers are pointing to the secret but peaceful clan of vampires who live up the mountain – and that’s where Ava meets Chase – the soon to be leader of the Lexus vampire clan.
Chase has two problems, being suspect #1 in a murder investigation AND the marriage his parents have arranged for him to a lovely, yet treacherous vampire who is hell bent on becoming Chase’s new mate, no matter what she has to do to achieve it.
Azalea decides that if it means she has to conspire against Chase’s human love Ava, then bring on the demons, and the witches – and let the conspiring begin!
Chapter One: Something in the Shadows…
It watched from the dark shadows provided by the thick, dense wooded area it was hiding in. It watched and it waited. Two bright, blood-red eyes blinked slowly from beneath a low branch of a large tree. A long, snake-like tongue emerged from its mouth, licked its upper lip and then receded back into a large, fanged mouth.
The dim light of the new moon cast a pale glow over the shimmery silver paint of the Silverado pick-up truck that was parked nearly 50 feet away from where it was standing. It watched the young couple in the open bed of the truck patiently, attentively, and intently.
The young curly-haired brunette was stretched out on her belly, lying on top of a thin green blanket. The blonde-haired young man was lying next to her sipping light beer out of a small can.
“I thought you said you had, booze, Bryan!” the young woman said, reaching across the young man’s back and grabbing a can of beer from behind him.
“Beer. Booze. Same fucking thing, Kelly,” he stated bluntly, before taking another long sip.
“Well, when you said booze, I figured you’d swiped a bottle of your stepdad’s whiskey from the locked liquor cabinet in his den,” the young brunette replied, rolling her eyes at her date’s nonchalant attitude.
“Naw, the bastard hid the key in a different spot, this time,” Bryan explained. He let out a long, loud belch.
“Gross!” the brunette sputtered, fanning the air in front of her face. Bryan laughed as he set his beer can down on the edge of the truck bed.
“What movie is this again?” he asked as he draped his arm around Kelly’s bare shoulders. He was asking about the movie, but his eyes were looking at the way his date’s large, pert breasts were squeezed together in her tight pink halter top.
“Grenade’s Revenge, I think,” Kelly replied and gulped down a mouthful of beer. She turned her attention back to the large outdoor movie screen.
Bryan began to nibble on her neck. She started to giggle and tilted her head back a bit. He moved the hand that had been resting on her left shoulder and slid it beneath her, cupping her left breast in his hand. She giggled again and turned her head to kiss him on the mouth.
She let out a soft moan as his tongue entered her mouth and intertwined with hers. They kissed passionately and Bryan moved his hand beneath her top and ran the tips of his fingers across her nipple. His mouth muffled Kelly’s moan as her nipple hardened against his touch.
“Mmm, Kelly, you’re so sexy,” he mumbled against her lips. He moved his hand from beneath her halter top and slid it slowly down the small of her back until it found the curve of her ass, covered by the thin, sheer fabric of her yellow silk skirt. He gave her left buttock a squeeze and then attempted to slide his hand under her skirt. That’s when Kelly suddenly stopped him.
“Come on, Kels! We’ve been dating for almost a whole entire year! How much longer are you gonna make me wait?” he pleaded.
His hand was still on her upper thigh and her hand was on top of his, preventing it from sliding any further up her skirt. Kelly sighed and pushed his hand away.
“Bryan, we had this conversation already. You know how important my virginity is to me. I want my first time to be…special, you know? And I want it to be with someone who loves me.”
“You know I love you, Kelly. I’ve told you a million times!”
“I know, Bryan, but, I just want things to be…you know…right.”
Bryan, clearly annoyed, let out a defeated sigh of disappointment and sat up.
“I’m gonna get something to eat. You want anything?” he asked dismally.
Kelly shook her head and reached for her can of beer. She didn’t even bother to watch as he started walking toward the area where the other vehicles were parked. They had purposely parked further back than the rest of the cars because they had snuck alcohol into the drive-in and didn’t want any of the other patrons to notice.
Suddenly, Kelly heard a weird noise, like a low growl coming from a dark corner of the wooded area to the left of where she was parked. She sat up quickly and looked over in the direction of the sound.
Was that some kind of animal, she wondered silently. She held on to the side of the truck bed and peered over the side. Again, there was a low growl.
It has to be some kind of animal. A wolf? A coyote? Squinting her eyes into narrow slits, she swore she saw something move under one of the trees.
Hear heart started beating faster and she began to wish that she’d gone to the snack bar with Bryan. Or perhaps it could be Bryan over in the woods playing some kind of sick joke?
“I-Is someone there?” she called out, stammering over her words. A shiver of uneasiness ran down her spine.
Humans! Such a waste of life, the creature thought.
Its bulbous eyes glowed with its hatred toward humankind as it glared at the young woman. It realized that an opportunity had finally presented itself and it moved swiftly and purposefully, closing the distance between itself and the bed of the pickup in less than two seconds. The young brunette named Kelly didn’t stand a chance against the creature’s superhuman speed and herculean strength. She barely had a chance to open her mouth to scream before it was immediately muffled by a huge, almost beast-like hand that closed around her neck with almost enough brute force to snap it half. Kelly’s body went limp and her doe-like brown eyes closed. She was snatched from the bed of the truck and dragged off into the night.
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Kelly opened her eyes groggily, and struggled to adjust to the dim light of the room she was in. She immediately realized that
she was completely naked and that her hands and feet were bound. She was tied to some kind of weird contraption and she could barely move at all. Her mouth was tightly gagged with some type of restraint that all but stifled her whimpers and cries of utter terror.
Immediately, her heart began to pound so hard it felt as if was about to explode from her chest. Tears of panic started filling her eyes and goosebumps spread across her completely exposed body.
A grizzly, guttural, evil-sounding laugh filled her ears and she turned her head to the left. What she saw caused her eyes to widen in horror.
“That’s a good girl,” it spoke with a deep, gruff, croaky voice. “I wanted you to be awake for this. It’s so much more enjoyable when you struggle.”
The creature was draped in a long, dark hooded cloak. It stood nearly seven feet tall, staring down at her with the largest, blood-red eyes she had ever seen. She couldn’t make out the rest of its face in the darkness, but she knew there was no way this thing could possibly be human.
Her tears overflowed her eyelids and began to stream down her trembling face. She was trying hard to speak, to beg for her life, but no words would come and the gag was suppressing every sound she attempted to make.
The creature moved in closer to her and a long, green forked tongue slid slowly out of its fanged mouth and slid across the nape of her neck. Her large brown nipples war pert and erect, but it was from the cold temperature in the room, not from any sort of sexual arousal.
“Ahh, delicious,” it whispered evilly, as the red color of its eyes deepened. The creature sucked its tongue back into its mouth and bared its huge, sharp fangs.
Kelly struggled as much as she could, panicking at the horrifying sight. The creature’s breath smelled of rancid brimstone as it lowered its hooded head to the base of her neck until she could feel its jagged fangs scraping against her skin.