“No you don’t, not without me inside you.” He grabbed her hips and plunged himself deep inside her, again and again, pulling out completely then pushing in hard, and fast.
Kyla began to whimper every time his cock left her, and she cried out every time he entered her. He was relentless in his domination of her. Finally, she could bear it no longer and she screamed his name as her orgasm hit her. Crying with pleasure, she mourned the loss of his cock as he withdrew and his hot seed spurted out, covering her opening. Spent and weary, they both collapsed onto the bed.
Epilogue
Kyla rushed on ahead through the chilly evening. Looking at her watch she knew she would be late. Late, for once! Her steps quickened as she neared her goal—The Blood Bar. Amazing to think the last time she was here was a few days ago. So much had changed for her in that time. The girls had been summoned back here, earlier than expected. I wonder why, she mused.
The scent of the bodies inside hit her as she pushed open the door and entered the bar. She looked around and saw the girls sitting where they had been previously. Kyla walked across the floor, took her coat off, and placed it on a stool next to the bar. She dared not look to the right of the bar, to where he had stood the night she’d met him. Biting her lip, she held back tears as memories assailed her of that time.
This time the bartender came across straight away, smiling his lecherous smile.
“What’ll it be, beautiful?” he asked.
“Glass of red wine, please.” Kyla’s reply was to the point, and not inviting any further conversation.
He served her drink and she turned to walk to her friends, but as she did so, she caught a movement to the side of her and a giggly voice trying so hard to seduce. Kyla stepped their way and saw a female, very short denim skirt and a boob tube top.
“So, you wanna go someplace private?” the female asked, leaning forward and offering a view of her small breasts to her victim.
Kyla’s blood boiled and her fangs dropped. Spinning the female around, she spat out her words. “Leave my mate alone, if you want to live!”
The female gulped, looked at her victim, and quickly moved away.
“Thought you would never come and rescue me, my sweet.” Logan’s voice sent shivers down Kyla’s spine.
“Well, if you hadn’t wanted an encore, I would have got here sooner!” With a wink and a cheeky smile, she turned and joined her friends. She knew he was watching her so she added an extra sway to her hips.
What the future held they were not sure, but they had decided they would face it together.
A Pendant’s
Confession
by
Alyssa Fox
Chapter One
Serena pulled her coat closer as the rain sluiced against her and the wind gusted, threatening to tear the material from her grasp. As she turned the corner, hope filled her. Only one more block to go and I’ll be at the bar. Some of the girls in the writer’s group had never been there before, but well, she’d been to The Blood Bar before. The place was a regular hang out for those in the paranormal realm. Somewhere they could go and not have to worry much about the humans. When her friends had suggested they go there, she almost groaned inwardly as she read the e-mail.
The red neon sign shone brightly in the night as rain pelted against her. The muscular guy guarding the door nodded and let her in. At least she didn’t have to wait since the man knew her already. Groans from those standing in line for access to the bar sounded as the heavy door closed behind her with a loud click. Giving her eyes time to adjust to the dim lights inside, she made her way to the bar. She’d been looking forward to the meeting; taking a night off and relaxing for a change had been long overdue. The last time hadn’t gone so well. She’d ended up in bed with Rick. At least she’d gotten the pendant that she needed from him.
“What can I get you?” The good-looking bartender asked.
“Sex on the beach,” she said, placing her order, then took a look around for her group. Serena spotted them laughing over in the corner. She tapped her fingers on the bar, and waited for her drink. Patience so wasn’t her strong point. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. With her drink in hand, she walked over to the table. Something wasn’t right and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Normally, she could tell when something was supposed to happen. Hell, she could see it before it happened, but tonight? Nothing.
“Well, it’s about time you got here,” Jane teased her.
“Yeah, well it took some time at the bar. So how was your flight, Ana?” she asked, turning in her seat to face the rest of the group.
“It was fine, but I was nervous as hell.”
For the next hour, they sat talking, laughing and drinking. That’s when she spotted Rick across the room, sitting in a chair watching her. Shit! What the hell is he doing here? It wasn’t as if those from other realms and the supernatural didn’t frequent the bar, because they did, but to see him here took her back. His aquamarine gaze locked with her, stilling her breath, and caused a slow ache to pulse between her legs. She tried to look away, but her gaze remained riveted on him.
Shaking the sensations off, she turned back to the group in time to talk about their work. They each took a turn helping the others plot new elements into their books. For some reason, each of the women started to be affected by something. Some went down on the floor, not able to move, two went to the bathroom as if in a trance, and then they moved to pair off with men around them. Energy flowed through her, and whatever it was didn’t affect her.
She touched her necklace and saw that it was glowing a bluish-purple ray—one flash then two quick ones before it stopped. Serena rubbed her temples, trying to process what had just happened. In the four months since she’d had the pendant it had never done that, so why now? She’d hoped to have used its powers sooner, but had to get the rest of the things together first. Serena hadn’t planned on things taking so long.
She sensed him even before she looked up and saw him standing before her. The tight pair of jeans hung low on his hips. Slowly, her gaze slid upwards to the fitted black T-shirt that stretched taut against his chest. Next she saw his square jaw where a smile embraced his lips. Damn if her breath didn’t hitch in her chest once again when she finally looked into his eyes.
No way could he have any effect on her still. She resisted the need to squirm in her chair, and it wasn’t an easy thing to do. They’d spent a passion-filled night together four months ago, and there hadn’t been a day since then that she hadn’t thought about him. Her thong grew wet at the heated way his gaze raked over her already heated body.
***
Rick couldn’t believe that she was sitting in front of him. Her eyes narrowed, but not before he’d seen the heat behind them. There was no way to miss the way the pendant around her neck had glowed for a few seconds before stopping again. He was certain the necklace she wore was the one his mother had given to him, and had gotten from her mother, and so forth. He’d get that back for his family’s sake if it was the last thing he ever did. His little sister’s life depended on it.
A rock-hard erection pressed painfully against his jeans. He didn’t expect to be attracted to her the same way he had that night. He was a vampire for fuck’s sake, he had the power to turn off emotions, but it seemed when it came to Serena he couldn’t do it.
“It’s good to see you again.”
“Um...yeah.” She drew her attention away as if looking for someone. Worry etched across her beautiful face. Her black hair fell across her shoulders like a veil, just as it had the night he’d been balls deep inside her, with her nails digging into his back. He’d had half moons for a week.
“Waiting for a hot date?” he asked as jealousy flowed through him. The urge to kill any man that had fucked her since overtook him with the force of being rammed with a ball bat.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I’m looking for my friends.”
She stood and brushed past him on her way out.
Heat raced across his body, making him harder than he already was. It had been two hundred years since he’d felt a damn thing, but every time he was around her, it never matter, she made him feel again. The tight jeans she wore hugged her hips like a lover’s hand, causing him to adjust himself before going after her. Rick wrapped a hand around her arm, forcing her to turn around and slam into his chest.
“Get your hands off me.”
He took a look around. “Your friends seem to have all run out on you.”
She tried to pull away and he tightened his grip. “I should be getting back home.” Still, she never brought her gaze to his, and he wished she would. He loved looking into her captivating grey eyes.
“I’ll make sure you get home safely.” The words rushed out before he could stop them. He must love the feeling of his heart being busted up after being around her—that or he was finally losing his mind.
“N—”
He placed a finger on her lips, cutting off her words. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”
She shook her head and her brows furrowed. He’d bet anything she was trying to figure out why. Not that he’d tell her even if she asked. No, never. With a gentle finger, he lifted her head so that she had to look at him. He waited for her to fall into a trance. Her lips opened slightly, and she sagged against him. One nifty thing about being a vampire—he could compel people to do things. Not that he used it often, but he was desperate and running out of time.
Rick slipped her hand into his and led her out of the bar. He had to do it quickly before his powers wore off her. Once outside in the dark of the night, she pulled back from him. Damn, he’d not gotten her to his hide-out in time. Why had it worn off so quickly? With humans it normally lasted for two hours, but with Serena it had only lasted ten minutes, if even that.
“What the hell did you do to me back there?”
“Nothing. You blacked out for a moment, so I took you outside for some fresh air.” He turned and caught the pissed-off look on her face.
“I’ve never blacked out. Did you put something in my drink?” She crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze.
He ran a hand down his face. Shit. She was onto him. This was so not good. “No, crazy woman. Why would you think that I put something in your drink?”
“Who knows with you? I’m leaving because I know you did something.” She spun on her heels and headed down the dark alley without wasting any time. Stupid fucking manners, he couldn’t let her go out into the dark alone. Didn’t the crazy woman know anything about the scary things that lurked in the night? Things that legends and horror stories were made of? He suppressed a laugh, knowing that he fell into that category, and nothing could be done about it.
“I’m not going to let you walk home this late and in the dark. It’s not safe.”
She stopped, then turned and jabbed a finger into his chest. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not the boss of me.”
Taking a step forward, he backed her against the brick wall. He placed his hands on either side of her head, blocking her in. Rick heard her take a ragged breath as her gaze slid to his lips. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, and all reasoning of why he needed to get the pendant back fled.
Chapter Two
Serena froze when his mouth closed over hers. He coaxed her lips apart with his tongue. The second she opened to him he dived in, taking control of her mouth. He gave just as much as he took from her. She could taste the hard liquor that he’d been drinking not long ago as his tongue slid across hers again. Spicy.
What am I doing?
She arched her back, trying to lean into him, but he wouldn’t let her. Rick pushed her arms above her head, placing them in one of his hands. He skimmed a fingertip down over her breast and shivers assaulted her skin from the sensations he forced to the surface. The word “stop” ran through her mind, but the ache between her legs took over and she couldn’t say it to him. A moan slipped from her lips as he continued his descent down her body.
Rick pulled back, pinning her with a heated stare that only revved her up more than before. A slow burn started to travel across her body, and he’d only kissed her while pinning her arms. She was screwed when he touched her in the one spot that she wanted him the most.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk on a face.
“Yes. Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will, but wait a little bit and let it build some more.” He lifted her shirt and then pulled her breast from the bra. Rick bent and took a beaded nipple into his hot mouth. She took a ragged breath in. The thought that someone could come by at any moment and see what they we’re doing added to everything. The cool air caressed her heated body. He lavished attention onto the other breast and her clit pulsed to life.
Rick knew how to play her body just like he had the last time they were together. He pulled her skirt up, slipping his hand under her thong, and into her wet fold. Her hips buckled as she pulled forward to get closer to his touch. She closed her eyes—it was all too much, all the stimulations. She’d craved this from last time. Hell, she’d laid awake at night letting her mind drift back to that night. There hadn’t been a time when she touched herself that she’d not thought of him. Still, she kept trying to find relief and recreate the feelings she’d had that night when he touched her.
Now here she was being held up against a brick wall as he touched her again. Her body screamed yes, as did her mind. His erection pressed against her thigh as he added another finger to the two already deep inside of her. Rick pressed deep inside right on her g-spot, and she swore at any moment she’d explode. As he pulled away she found herself whimpering, and didn’t care.
“Please...please.”
“Please what?” He growled. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and started stroking it. Her gaze followed the movements and wetness began to drip down her legs. She was mesmerized by his length and thickness once again, and without thinking her tongue slipped out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. She knew he was waiting for her to answer him. She wondered if she could, as it felt like a lump had been lodged deep in her throat. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
“Fuck me, please.”
He dropped his hand away from stroking himself, and wrapped it around her ass, then lifted her into his arms and onto his shaft. Heat laced between them as he slid her over every delicious inch of his length. She didn’t think that she’d be able to take all of him, but he bent at the knees and drove home. A gasp fell from her lips as he became fully seated at her hilt. Her muscles milked him and she swore that her eyes were going to cross over from how full she felt.
“God, you’re so damn tight.” Each word came out strained as if he was trying to hold on. “How long has it been?”
No, she couldn’t admit that out loud or he’d know that last time he’d affected her on some deep level. Feelings and such just wasn’t something that she did. Sex was just that, sex; nothing more and nothing less. Except with him. Rick brought out things that she didn’t want to really think about at this time, or never for that matter. She wiggled her hips, trying to create the friction that she needed to send her over the edge, but he was having none of that. He dug his fingers into her hips, causing her to stop the movement.
“Answer me, or I’ll get you close to the edge and leave you hanging there.” He pulled almost all the way out, pinning her with a stare that told her he meant business.
Shit. The hunger to come roared forward and still there was no release in sight. He held it in his hands and she knew if she wanted this she had to play along with his game. He dangled it so close to her that she could taste it, and wanted the orgasm more than anything. “Four months.”
“So...you’ve...not...had...anyone...since...me?” he asked, punctuating the question with each thrust he pushed deep inside of her.
“Yeah, so? Are we going to talk or fuck?” she snapped at him as need rac
ed through her. It was like he’d lit a fire deep inside her body that only he could bring out, and he knew that he got to her like no other had before.
A smirk fell on his lips.
“Wipe that smile off your face.”
“I’d watch that smart ass mouth of yours, or you might find yourself getting your ass smacked.
“That’s what you think.”
He pulled a nipple into his mouth, biting down on it. Oh, the pain was certainly there for a moment, before pleasure plunged from her breast to her pussy. She felt herself get wetter, if that was even possible. Serena pulled against his hands; she needed him to release his hold so she could touch him. She ached to feel his smooth, cool skin beneath her fingertips. As if he read her mind, he released her hands.
Serena gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into them as he plunged deeper into her. All she needed was one more stroke to her oversensitive nub to send her into bliss. He continued to suck on her breasts, one then the other. She thought it might be possible for her to die before he let her have a release. He pulled out and slammed deep into her as he bit her nipple. That was all she needed and over the edge she went.
“Rick!” She screamed out her release, then floated back down to earth.
He wasn’t having any of that as he continued to stroke her with his cock. Just as she caught her breath another orgasm slammed into her. Her vision went black, and her head fell back onto the brick wall. Nothing registered; it was as if she was in another world, floating and watching as he spilled his seed deep inside her pussy. As she came down she heard him groan out her name. He pulled out of her body, and she wanted to beg him not to. Then he did something she never expected him to do—he gathered her into his embrace and held her close.
***
Rick pulled back, looking down at her. She rested in his arms, with the look of bliss on her face. The confession that she’d not had anyone deep inside her since him filled his heart with something that he didn’t want to think about. She sighed in contentment against him. Damn, it was going to be harder to take the necklace and never see her again than he thought. He feared that not being near her again would rip a hole in his heart that would always be there until the end of time.
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