by JT Schultz
Anger, frustration, and love flooded her veins where her blood once traveled. “What if I am willing to take the chance?”
“It’s not that simple.”
She groaned in frustration. “I am so sick of people saying that.”
“Could you spend the rest of your existence not only as a vampire, but also the mate to a master vampire who has the sexual appetite of a demon?” He paused and studied her. “Think about this, only one man for the same duration as ten or twelve lifetimes.”
“What if I said yes? What if I told you I don’t want to share my life with anyone but Lance—vampire or not—and can’t do that if he dies?” Fear etched her throat and coated her words. The threat of tears warned of their assault by the fierce pricks behind her eyes.
“There is a way to tempt him.” Monty’s expression turned thoughtful, but hesitation laced his words as if he debated something silently.
“Tell me.” Desperation filled her tone, and she stood. She was open to any idea if it gave Lance a shot at life and her a chance at spending eternity with him.
“No vampire can resist blood. Chances are, if he were to sample yours and he were close to releasing his seed, the urge to feed as he filled you would overtake him.”
“That’s entrapment.” However, if it meant actually saving Lance, the idea held possibilities. Besides, after her morning, the thought of his dick buried deep inside her even now made her pussy clench and grow heavy with lust. Already, she craved his heat and all his body had to offer. “What about Lance, though? If I converted, he’d have to put up with me for a long time.”
His brow lifted, and mischief sparkled in his eyes. “You question his feelings?”
She didn’t know how to respond, but didn’t have to.
“Your expression reveals what’s in your mind and heart. Only Lance can reassure you, but I promise, my dear, he does indeed love you. I would never lie to you, not after watching you grow from the girl to the woman before my eyes.”
“I certainly didn’t feel his love in the kitchen. Actually, I felt like a stupid little girl who gave herself willingly to nothing more than his sexual pleasure. What I carried in my heart became of little regard.” Weight still hung heavy on her from her mixed emotions and wounded pride, but her love for the vampire downstairs ran deep. The ramifications could cost not only his wrath, but also her life.
“Give him a sample of what he can drink.”
“All right.” The words were simple enough, but she wasn’t exactly sure how to go about that. “Any idea how to go about doing that without making it blatantly obvious and having him go running for a Band-Aid, or worse, a doctor?”
A slow smile crossed the butler’s face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a straight pin with a round pearl head. “Lure him to join you in the tub. When he isn’t looking, pierce your tongue. Then share a kiss before he climaxes.”
Anya swallowed hard and wasn’t sure if she had officially become embarrassed discussing sex with the older vampire or struck with the fear Lance wouldn’t want to be bound to her. What she contemplated wasn’t something you resolved in divorce court. If she lived, she would be with Lance for eternity. She swallowed back nerves and quickly took the straight pin. “Let’s hope I am brave enough to do this and he doesn’t kill me for betraying him.”
“Listen to your heart. Now go enjoy your bath while the water is hot.”
“I could die.” The thought, for some reason, seemed less frightening than risking Lance’s rejection of her.
Monty shook his head. “I will send Suez up to be close by, and I, too, will not be far.”
Anya nodded as Monty walked out of the bathroom. She knew the old vampire loved his master, and he risked his life and opened up his loyalty for debate with what he had suggested.
She held the pin tight in her grasp and slipped off her robe. She stepped into the opulent tub and carefully placed the pin on the ledge behind her. What if he noticed? What if he didn’t want her? Did she have a right to take his choice to live or die away from him?
This is a really bad idea.
Then again, Lance dying wasn’t exactly a happy notion, or even an option. She loved him and wanted to be with him, leaving her no choice in what she needed to do.
Anya needed to relax. She reached out and hit the button for the jets, and the whirl of the water started around her. Images of her morning with Lance invaded her head, and her pussy twitched. How could she still crave him after all they’d already shared?
The answer was lost on her, but she ached in need. She slinked down deeper under the water and brought her fingers to her clit. With a slight shift, she aligned her sensitive nub with a jet. The powerful spray vibrated against her, and pressure coiled in her belly. She teased her fingers in her folds, and the pad of her one finger grazed her swollen need between her legs. She dipped her head back and remembered Lance’s tongue laving where her fingers now played. A soft moan escaped her, and she longed to experience his velvety wet licks and hot breath again. She picked up the speed of her fingers caressing her folds and clit, and vivid and detailed images of their earlier encounters played out in her mind. She brought the fingers from her other hand up to a nipple and gently rolled it in her touch with the slightest of pressure.
“I have to admit that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I spent my morning with you.”
Lance’s sexy baritone snapped her eyes open and drew her attention to the door. Her gaze met Lance’s aquamarine eyes. His robe hung open, and he stroked his long, hard length. There was something intensely sinful about the man she loved pleasuring himself while she did the same to her body. Lust burned in his deep-blue-colored depths.
“Come join me.” The head of his dick already seeped with precome, and her carnal need to have him inside her again ravaged her soul. She licked her lips and smiled, darting a quick look to where he still stroked himself. “Are you going to do the job yourself, or will you let me help you with that?”
“I take it you’re not mad at me anymore?” He let go of his thick cock and allowed the robe to slide to the floor as he stepped toward her.
Nope, not mad. Livid still holds possibilities, though.
“Monty did an incredible job assuring me I’m not like the other women you’ve fucked.”
“Don’t say that.” A pained look crossed his face when he stepped up the stair then into the tub. The water came almost up to his large sac. “Anya, I don’t mean to hurt you. You’ll never understand how deep my feelings run. I swear to you, my angel, sex with you, no matter how intense, was nothing short of making love.”
Okay, that was sweet, and he seems sincere.
Anya remembered what Monty said, and beyond doubt, she was willing to take the chance to save him and quite possibly suffer his wrath. A smile tugged at her lips. She lifted a hand from the water and grasped Lance’s large dick in a snug hold. She slid closer, snaked her tongue across the tip, and relished the musky, salty flavor of the gorgeous vampire’s precome. A loud groan filled the room, and Lance held her head tight as she covered his cock with her mouth.
“God, Anya, you will be the death of me.”
Whether the sexy vampire knew it or not, she was actually going to give him life. He just needed to take the bait.
Chapter Six
The suction of Anya’s hot mouth around Lance’s cock almost led to his undoing. His libido jumped into overdrive. Why did she think she was like the other women? Hell, if he didn’t love her as much as he did, he would have sucked her blood by now. However, no matter how much he loved her and wanted a life with her, he wouldn’t risk her death. When he told her brother he wouldn’t survive, he knew losing her would be death even if he fed.
Her hand, already wet from the water, stroked his dick while her mouth and tongue feasted on the erection in her grip. The slight sucking made his desire more intense. The way her tongue ran over his throbbing dick, combined with the emotions he had for her, he didn’t know how much s
tamina he would have. As it was, their sexual escapades this morning had taxed him, and he needed rest. Even though he had slept some, he required more. Only Anya drove him wild with lust, and he doubted he would ever get his fill of the woman now picking up the speed of her strokes, her mouth carnally savoring every inch.
Her lips came off him, and she blinked. He found it a little hard to believe the little girl he’d cherished had grown into the woman who boiled his blood with desire with the bat of her dark lashes. “Have a seat.”
His balls ached from the thought of where this was leading, and he knew that this time his climax would be even more intense and, in turn, sap his energy even further. Every time he made love to her, the more she seared herself into his soul. He couldn’t imagine spending a day without her now that he’d experienced what she had to offer. “I can stand.”
She shook her head, and a sweet smile crossed her face. “No. I don’t want you to overdo it.”
Her concern touched him, and he allowed her to guide him to the marble bench of the tub. He took a seat and stared into her eyes. “Come here.” A gentle tug brought her closer to him, and despite his weakness, he longed to have his dick buried deep within her wet walls.
His chest tightened, and hunger ravaged him. Witnessing her long black lashes close held an intimate sexiness, and he lowered his head toward her and covered her lips in a passionate kiss. Truly she belonged with him. Her mouth tasted divine, even with the mild blend of him on her tongue. The ache of need straining his length reminded him of not only all he’d shared with the beauty but also of how close he had been to climaxing when he interrupted her intimacy with the jet of the tub. Neither of them had reached their peak, and he now planned to remedy that situation.
Anya moaned and slid her tongue into his mouth, which allowed him to completely mate with her tongue. Lance savored the gentle touch of her hand as she laced her fingers through his hair. Needing more of her, he pulled her into his lap. Her lips lifted, and her lashes fluttered open.
“Positively delicious.” He smiled weakly, and she nodded.
As she straddled his hips, her breasts came against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she lightly kissed near his ear. He enveloped his arms protectively around her slender waist. His aching cock brushed against her folds, and he resisted thrusting inside. By the speed with which her heart pumped blood and the fear radiating off her, he knew she just needed holding. Guilt panged him, and he didn’t need anyone to tell him that the lady in his arms loved him with all of her heart and soul.
He reached for her breasts and teased the hard tips between his fingers. Anya’s back arched in response, and the pleasure on her pretty face aroused him further. He removed his fingers from her nipples, grabbed her hips, lifted her, then wrapped his mouth around one of the taut peaks and began to suck. Her hands reached for his shoulders, and her long, dark hair fell back as she exposed her neck. His eyes rested on her jugular and the steady rhythm silently beckoning to him.
Lance lifted his mouth from her breast as she wrapped a hand around his dick, guided him to her entrance, and sheathed his length in a single downward motion. Lance groaned and bucked his hips, and she took his entire cock, right to the hilt. He couldn’t get enough of her. Having waited all these years to reveal his emotions and true feelings for her had truly been worth the wait. The only regret now—he’d acted too late. She wiggled, contracting her pussy and enticing his dick to grow even harder within her snug walls. Lance tossed back his head and tightened his hold on her hips, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down. He groaned and straightened his head to stare into her eyes. He thrust hard, and she moved with him. He wanted to give her the climax of her life.
If only things could have been different.
* * * *
Anya tightened her hold around Lance’s neck. Did the vampire not have any idea how much she loved him? Then again, would a proclamation of emotion make that much difference? He’d sentenced himself to death, and now she debated still thanks to a twinge of insecurity about changing his destiny and, more so, possibly her own. She closed her eyes tighter until her lash line ached. This plan had to work, and she seriously hoped her antic wouldn’t piss off Lance and induce his temper. Of course, she was setting him up. Her intentions, however, were ones of love.
His hand tenderly cupped her head in his palm, then stroked the length of her tendrils. “Don’t be afraid, angel. I’ll stay with you among the living as long as I can. I can’t give you promises on the length of time.”
His soft words of comfort fell short. Anger and determination swirled with her love and arousal. She refused to let him die. Not without a chance to save him—no matter the risk. Suddenly her own life meant nothing without the vampire she cherished and had become addicted to, to share the days and nights with. Her eyes rested on the straight pin on the cool marble behind his back.
The time is now.
A whisper inside her mind taunted her, and the sick sensation of “now or never” hit her stomach similar to a punch. She lifted herself up and pressed her breasts in his face. She reached for the cool pin and took the thin item between her fingers as his tongue roamed and teased over one of her nipples. Without a second thought, she parted her mouth and delivered the pin into the flesh of her tongue in a fluid swipe.
Pain shocked her mouth, and she released the thin, sleek metal at the same time she lowered her pussy down Lance’s thick length. She sealed her mouth tight as the bland metal taste reached her palate and she fully realized what she was about to do. She swallowed back her own blood, blending now with uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.
She turned toward Lance and gulped down more blood. Her tongue pulsed, and she tried not to make the swallowing noticeable. Again, his strong hands wrapped themselves tight around her hips, then eased her up and lowered her back down in a slow, penetrating thrust.
Riding his dick, she tightened the muscles of her inner walls. His one hand raised and cupped her head. His even strokes hit the right spot every time, pressure worked across her belly, and her body begged for release. He brought his mouth to hers, and her heart thudded loudly in her ears. His tongue thrust between her lips in a hungry kiss, deep into her cavern filled with blood. The force coiled in her pelvis snapped, and she pushed the blood from her mouth into his as she shook in a violent climax
Lance groaned, and his thrusts came to a stop. Her strength left her from the intensity of the orgasm. Tiny dots danced in front of her eyes in a multitude of colors. His fingers laced through her hair, then gently pulled back. She lifted her lips from his to meet his gaze.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his lip curled over a fang before his tongue, dark in color from her blood, snaked across the incisor. Grief filled his eyes as surprise overtook his expression. “God, angel.” He sounded stunned. “What have you done?” A hand came off her hip, and his finger ran along his lip line. He glanced to the blood on the tip, and color drained from his face.
“I didn’t know what else to do.” Her voice was now a mere whisper, and fear chilled her blood.
“You truly are sweet, angel.” He closed his eyes, then opened them. Tears filled his aquamarine gaze “Why?” The word came out in a whisper.
“Because I love you.” She swallowed back her sadness and more blood while her pussy muscles tightened around his length, coaxing him in a dare to continue making love to her.
“Damn it!” The words held temper, but his hand gently pulled her hair and drew her close. He licked her lips. “I love you too.” Lance wiggled his cock inside her, then tugged her hair while he placed a soft kiss on her neck and ran his tongue over the skin. “I love you very much.”
Those words gave her strength, and she lifted her body until his dick was almost completely out, then slammed back down over his length. She gripped his shoulders, and he groaned. His hand fell from her hair to her hip, and his hips bucked her weight in a hard plunge. She moaned as he hoisted her up before
he thrust her down again. This time his fangs pierced her skin on her neck. She closed her eyes against the pain, and the gentle suckling sent fire through her body. His hands lifted, and she worked her pussy as much as possible. Her ears took in the sound of his gulps, and his suction increased as, again, the pressure increased across her belly. Blood burned in her veins, and still Lance fed on her. Her head became light. Without warning, her climax exploded, and her body ignited in invisible flames and shook.
Lance’s sucking didn’t stop. All she saw was a flash of brightly colored dots behind her eyes before the room reappeared in her vision, only to sway. Dizziness assaulted her while her pussy contracted and sent another wash of orgasm over her. His gulping increased, and Lance continued to drink. Then he plummeted into her deeply, and his release shot out in hot spurts. The room spun. A feral groan vibrated over her neck, the sound cutting through the ringing in her ears while his seed pumped inside her inner walls.
Exhaustion filled her, and she closed her eyes. Her blood became hotter, to the point she swore she would combust, and her stomach rolled in nausea just before her mind went blank and weakness consumed every muscle of her body.
Oh my God, I’m dying.
* * * *
Lance’s heart slammed to a stop when Anya went limp in his hold. Grief consumed his soul, and movement at the door brought his attention. His faithful housekeeper, Suez, stood with the loyal butler. Terror ripped and shredded his being with the realization of what he had just done.
“Your color has already improved, master.” Monty’s words held no meaning as Lance took in the white pallor of the lifeless woman in his grasp.
“My God!” He scooped the beautiful brunette into his hold and smoothed her hair back off her pretty face. “What have I done?”