Before he knew what she intended, she flipped them both over. Though strong, she knew it was only because he really wasn’t holding her down tight. He stayed down, curious to see what she wanted; he would let her be in control this time. She began to purr, sniffing him. Licking him on the neck. Inching lower, she took his nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around, she smiled to herself when she felt his cock jerk against her stomach. She ignored it and teased the other nipple.
Lower still she licked and nipped. When she got to his hip, she bit him hard, his cock jumped against her throat. She let her mouth lightly graze his cock and balls as she passed over them, giving him a hard bite on the other hip. She kissed her way down his thigh, feeling his hands on the back of her head urging her to do other things. She would make him wait. She shook her head, letting him know to let go; his hands flopped to his sides as he let out sounds of frustration. She smiled, this was her game.
“You’re killing me,” he said gruffly, bucking his hips in an attempt at more advanced hinting. Still, she ignored him. Allantra parted his legs, kissing the inside of one thigh then the other, inhaling as she took in his male scent. She began to lightly rub her face over his genitals. She could feel rather than see his hands hanging in mid-air at either side, wanting so badly to push her mouth onto his cock, but knowing that was against her rules. Again, they fell defeated to his side.
He hissed as finally she let her warm, wet tongue give one long lick from the base of his cock to the tip, tasting the tiny beads of salty moisture that oozed out. She groaned, loving the way he tasted. She sucked each ball separately, running her tongue over them until they seemed to harden under her ministrations. She pulled her knees under her, ready to finally take the whole of him into her mouth. She grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it straight at her face then speared it into her hot mouth.
This time he groaned loudly. “Oh fuck, that feels so good!” he said in stunned pleasure, feeling his cock go all the way to the back of her throat. She swallowed him again and began humming in her throat, letting the vibrations arouse him further. His cock felt like stone, smooth, long and hard, her tongue caressed it, undulating right under the head.
This time she allowed him to take hold of her head as he pumped his cock like a piston in and out of her mouth. She took him down so easily; no woman had ever been able to take him down her throat. Thank God for shifters, he thought with pleasure.
“Oh no, big boy, you’re not coming now. I want that cock in me, I have needs too, you know.” She pulled back, sitting on her haunches.
Without further invitation, he got on all fours and crawled behind her. With one hand he fondled her breast and used the other to guide himself inside her hot entrance. She was so wet and slick, he just slipped inside. Her walls immediately grabbed him, deliciously squeezing him. He closed his eyes and just felt her. He pumped in her slowly, too much tension, too much desire wouldn’t let him hold the pace and he thrust faster.
He pushed her upper body further to the ground so that her ass rose up to him. What an ass it was! He slapped it playfully, she yelped and gripped him tighter. He fucked her like that for a few more minutes until he wanted more. He withdrew from her, grabbed her by the hips, pulling her up with him, and pushed her backwards to a nearby tree. “Hold on,” he said, more in warning.
She reached over her head and grabbed a thick branch, her legs shaking just a little; he was scary and so damn sexy at the same time. When he saw her lock her hands together, he lifted and turned her until her lower half settled right onto his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and could feel her own wetness as she fidgeted waiting for her pleasure. He did not disappoint her.
He began pulling out and stuffing his large cock back into her over and over again. Her eyes rolled with pleasure as she clung to the branch. He reached for a breast with his mouth and she arched forward. When he clamped down on her nipple she let out a scream of pure ecstasy. He sucked hard on it then switched to the other nipples. She arched her neck forward further until he did what her body craved. He bit her.
Unbearable tension began to build up around her clit and deep inside of her, she strained against him seeking the ultimate pinnacle. As he fucked, he sucked. Delighting in all the tastes of her. She was an odd mixture of a strong, wild, predatory force, tapered with sweet sensuality. As it coursed through his veins it sang sweetly to him, tempting him to taste just a little bit more. It drowned him in warmth and spice, addicting him.
His senses now completely overloaded, he could feel himself on the verge of exploding. She screamed again as she came on him, coating his cock with more of her juices making her hotter and wetter. With one final thrust, he shot his seed, what felt like rivers of cum emptied inside her. At one end, he was giving and at the other he was taking.
Finally he sealed the punctures in her neck, and his cock throbbed in memory of what it had just done. She slumped against him still jerking every now and then from a stray ripple of her orgasm. Her arms hung limply at her sides. His legs buckling, he carried them both to the ground; she now sat in his lap. They listened to the fast rhythm of the other’s heart, his arms protectively around her. She felt a blanket being wrapped around her and looked up in surprise.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“A very advanced form of telekinesis,” he answered her easily. He usually wasn’t so open and forthcoming of information. But with her, it was different somehow. “The item has to already exist and I need to know where it is. This came from my house.” He smiled at her, his hazel eyes still warm from their lovemaking and perhaps he was feeling a slight high from her blood.
“No wonder the Elders are afraid of you,” she said softly, tracing his face with her fingernails.
“Not afraid, wary. It makes no sense, they outnumber me greatly.”
“Yes, but I think they suspect you are probably more powerful than they are or that one day you will be.”
“There might be some truth in that.” He concurred, pulling the large blanket around him as well. “We can’t stay here. I have a house that they don’t know about, at least not right now, we can go there and figure out what it is we need to do. Besides, unlike you I am not a sun-dweller so we will need to move quickly.”
“I didn’t know vampires could shift.” She looked at him, wanting him to volunteer information not having to pull it out of him.
“Some of us from certain bloodlines can, only the more powerful can assume more than one shape.”
“How many can you assume?”
“Three,” he answered truthfully. “The wolf is my favorite.”
“What three forms?” she asked, truly curious now.
“The wolf, the falcon and for a short time I can appear completely human.”
Allantra’s eyes widened, he liked shocking her.
"Why human?"
"It comes in quite handy when the dawn finds a vampire unawares. It gives me a small window to find shelter."
“Why don’t people generally know this?”
“Because we are vulnerable in our animal states, we can be killed far more easily. That’s not information a dominant species wants to give out.” He grimaced suddenly.
“What’s the matter?” she looked at him in alarm. “Did I hurt you?”
He threw his head back and laughed. She punched him in the arm, which caused him to abruptly stop laughing and groan again. She pulled back the blanket and looked at the spot where she had hit him. It was where he was shot. It seemed to be trying to heal but was having a difficult time.
“Why isn’t it healed?” Her brow furrowed, staring at the wound.
“Any damage done by holy items takes longer and is much more painful to heal,” he answered her, looking over the wound himself.
“Blessed bullets?” She laughed at that. The Elders certainly were an odd lot.
“No, my guess is the bullets were dipped in holy water. No human will bless a bullet. Sacrilege.”
“Oh.” She shook her head in agreement. “So lead the way to your castle.”
“We travel by wolf, but keep to the trees. Wulf can only shift into a hawk and he’ll definitely be searching for us.” He made the blanket disappear. They rose and he took her head between his hands and kissed her. Hip tongue going deep into her mouth, she moaned.
“Like that do you?” he teased her.
She smiled and nodded her head yes.
“Wait until my tongue tastes your other places, you’ll love it.” He promised her with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Promises, promises,” she teased back.
A moment later, two wolves hidden against the trees began to make their way through the dark forest.
Chapter Seven
“So, Wulf, you’re telling us you failed to secure both prisoners? Prisoners that were already arrested and in your care?” an Elder questioned him, displeasure prevalent in her voice. Wulf tried to make out the shape of her, but the Elders always remained blurs, never definite shapes.
He took a deep breath looking around the Elders’ meeting chambers. Not a chair to sit in, not one piece of furniture to make one feel remotely welcome. The Elders remained hidden in the many shadows of the room. No one actually ever glimpsed any of their faces. “I did not expect him to fight.”
“What reason would he have to do so?”
“I suspect he cares for the Shifter and did not want her to die.”
“Is that all?” Came another voice even more reprimanding.
“I can only guess at his reasons, Elder, that seems the most logical to me.”
“He is suspicious of us now, he thinks we mean him harm. He can become quite dangerous. We elected you to take him in because you know him best and assured us you could do so without incident.” Censure soaked in every word the Elder spoke.
“He can be recovered.”
“But there has been death already, you yourself smell of a recent injury.”
“I can handle…” he began.
“Yes, you will do well to handle this, Wulf. The Elders do not need word of any of this to get out to the general public. Mayhem will ensue and you know as well as I our numbers have declined, there is strong evidence that we might not be the dominant species anymore.”
“I know that, your Excellency, it is a secret we will hold well and near to our heart.”
“Khaelen was a fair executioner, the people liked him and therefore feared but respected our race, he kept them well under control. Without a new strong executioner we will perhaps need another Mass Execution to remain dominant.”
“He has appointed me Council, to act in his place. I have served alongside him, the people know me as well.”
“But do they respect and fear you?” an Elder challenged.
“They will. I will make an example of Khaelen. I will show them no one is above execution. I will be willing to do what he was not.”
“Perhaps we have acted hastily in having him arrested. It was but a small infraction on his part. There is no evidence other than the girl to support he even killed Demetri.” An Elder began to rationalize to the others.
“Why would someone fraternize with their kin’s killer if they were not involved? I love him like a brother. But he lied during interrogation.” Wulf informed them.
“Oh, about what?” came a reply from one of the Elders.
“He said he had not had relations with her and had not bitten her. There is another disk that says otherwise.”
“How is it you came about this evidence, Wulf?” Came the suspicious question.
“When Hound was killed a uniform found it on him, obviously he was corrupted as well. Maybe he needed something to keep Khaelen from killing him. Perhaps they are in this together.”
“Doesn’t sound like much insurance,” an Elder laughed rudely.
“I agree. Still, we need to believe that Khaelen may have been corrupted. If not, give me the chance to prove his innocence.”
“Very well, we will supply you with what we have to help secure him. However, if you fail, your death will surely follow. The Council does not approve of failures.”
“I will not fail,” was Wulf’s last remark.
A series of whispers and a cool draft let him know the Elders had exited the room and he was alone. This night did not go well. The sun would be up soon, come sunset he vowed this would be over one way or other.
* * * *
Allantra swore she could feel every bone, every muscle God put into her. All in all she had really enjoyed this night. She and Khaelen had arrived at his small shack of a house, only on the outside of course, inside it was warm and modestly furnished. It only had three rooms, a living room that doubled as a bedroom, a bathroom and a tiny kitchen.
On the outside there appeared to be windows, it even looked like you could see inside of the small cottage. But it was all clever artistic carpentry. There were no windows at all. A vampire haven.
She was curled up naked under the blankets, fatigue beating at her like a drum. He puttered around in the bathroom, trying to remove the bullet he discovered was still lodged inside his arm. He made no sounds of torment and it amazed her how much pain he could take.
I’ve had years of practice.
Oh, we’re back to this again.
Yes, I like it. Especially when you don’t realize I can hear your thoughts.
All the time?
No, only when I reach out for you.
Allantra didn’t know why she liked the idea of him reaching out to her so much but she damn well did. She heard the lights flick off in the bathroom, but that was all. She couldn’t hear his footsteps or even the sound of his breathing. The feel of the mattress dipping under his weight was the only indicator that he was near. He settled in naked next to her and pulled her into his arms. There was no mistaking the pulsing cock against her ass.
“Did you get it out?” She asked, inquiring about the bullet.
“And up, too,” he answered her wickedly.
“You can’t be serious?”
“Oh, do you need to rest? I forgot Shifters aren’t really a match for a healthy male vamp.” He turned over as if to dismiss her.
She punched him in the back. “Asshole,” she shot in his ear.
“But you didn’t deny it.” He laughed, his powerful shoulders shaking from his laughter.
“I’ll do you one better,” she whispered seductively in his ear.
“Promises, promises,” he mimicked her.
She answered him by nibbling on his ear, which stopped his laughter immediately. Her tongue swirled around the crevices of his ear while she blew lightly into it. He groaned and turned to lay flat on his back while she explored his neck then down to his chest, loving the salty taste of him. He was quite literally good enough to eat.
Then in a second much too blinding to comprehend, he changed their positions. He flipped them both and coaxed her legs open until she was spread wide and he was settled comfortably in between them. On all fours above her, his mouth latched on to her bare breast, addicted to the taste of her nipple, the texture when it puckered for him.
She pulled his head closer. His hand explored her perfect tight little body, finding the very core of her spilling over for him. He slid his middle finger inside her while his thumb worked her clit. She began to writhe beneath him. His finger moved in and out and she moved with it, trying to achieve satisfaction. But he wouldn’t let her have it, not this way at least. He broke away from her breast. “I need to taste your juices,” he rasped at her.
She shivered in anticipation and watched his dark head descend lower down her body until she felt his hot gaze boring through her. For a creature with such preternatural speed, he was going awful slow, she thought.
It’s my game now, little girl, and my rules, she heard in return.
He was getting back at her for torturing him. Oh what sweet torture this was. She wanted to grab his head as he had done and pull his mouth down onto her, but she would
not give him that satisfaction. So she settled for agonized squirming. When he finally licked her lust-swollen nub, she nearly screamed. His mouth felt so warm, his tongue doing lazy circles around her clit. She ground herself against him. It felt so good. When he slipped his tongue inside her, lapping at her from the inside out, she was wound up so tight the scream wouldn’t leave her throat.
He laughed and continued his lapping, pushing his face between the apex of her thighs as if he wanted to crawl inside. Slipping his hands between her thighs, he rubbed his thumb against her clit while thrusting his tongue in and out of her. This vamp was so talented and attentive she might just keep him around, she thought to herself in bliss. She felt the beginnings of her first orgasm and held his head tightly to her while she bucked, giving his face a wild ride.
*
Khaelen loved the taste of her; she was sweeter than anything he ever had in all of his three hundred years. She was hot just for him. He loved the way she pulled him closer, urging him on. And when she came right on his tongue, he believed he now knew what a taste of heaven was. She fucked his face for all she was worth, holding him tight while spilling herself right into his mouth. When she settled down, he lifted his face, now covered in her cream, and slowly trailed his way back up her body. He held her gaze; her eyes were dilated with passion.
Without warning he shoved himself into her—hard. She hissed in pleasure and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. “Do not look away from me,” he ordered her, “look at me when I come in you.”
Her eyes never left his, she watched him as he fucked her. Pounding into her, she grabbed his ass pulling him as deep as he would go. The room was quiet, save for the slapping noises their bodies made.
“I’m coming in you!” he roared.
She came again, feeling his hip jerks as he filled her with his semen, her eyes never left his. He was truly magnificent, she thought to herself, shuddering against his cock. After the waves of pleasure subsided, he kissed her softly and stroked her hair.
“We need to rest,” was all he said.
The sun was beginning to rise taking his very strength from him. He settled in next to her, holding her so that her ass curved against his manhood. Almost instantly, they both fell asleep.
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