Everlasting Hunger (The Hunger Mate Series)

by Brandy Dorsch

  “Simply breathtaking, little one. You’re stunning and I’m in awe of your taste.”

  “Taste?” Ellie whispers against his chest. “What are you talking about?” “That’s what a vampire kiss is. When you’re reaching orgasm, we taste the sweet nectar of your blood.”

  Ellie sits up slowly, looking into his eyes. “What happens to the person that’s being tasted?”

  “Nothing bad, little one. All the drinks for humans at Everlasting have a compound mixture in them that increase blood production. You can offer taste tests all night long, and the only thing that will happen is you will feel less rested in the morning.”

  Ian slides her to her feet and rises next to her. “How do you feel?”

  “Incredible,” she says, sounding surprised at the truth in her words. “I thought that this would be weird, but I feel so comfortable with you. Is it like that with everyone who ‘tastes’?”

  “No,” he says shortly, and draws her to the window. “Look at the bar now.”

  Ellie glances out the window and gasps in astonishment. The couches, chairs, and dance floor are swarming with couples. They are kissing and fondling, but not to the extent that Ellie and Ian had been doing.

  “Those couples don’t look like they’re heading toward orgasm, Ian. That looks more like a heavy make out session.”

  “The kiss is always sweeter at the height of passion. It’s also early in the evening, and some of the more elaborate tastes are in the back of the bar or in the corner tables. Are you upset that it went so far or not far enough?”

  As he holds her tight, she can feel his erection straining against his trousers. Feeling the pulse of the bass in the club as it melts into her body, she shudders as Ian’s hand slides up and down her stomach awaiting the answer to her question.

  “I don’t think it was far enough, Ian,” she whispers on a breath.

  “Thank God, little one.” He turns her in his arms and presses her against the window. He reaches down and tears the thong off, leaving her naked to his eyes. “You are exquisite and should stay just like this.”

  She brings her hands up to his chest, loosens his tie, and starts to unbutton his shirt. “I think it’s only fair that I get to see and play as well, don’t you think?”

  Ian growls and rips the shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Ellie drags her hands up and down his chest, loving the feel of his rock abs. Leaning forward, she strokes her tongue over one nipple and is startled when Ian pushes her back. “Did I do something.” She gasps.

  “No, little one, I just want to get more comfortable for you.”

  He unzips his pants and slides his boxers and pants down. He toes off his shoes and steps out of his clothes, kicking them aside. Ellie looks down at the erection that has sprung free and unconsciously licks her lips.

  “Don’t tease like that,” Ian growls.

  “Who’s teasing,” she whispers as she turns him with his back against the window and drops to her knees. As she encloses the tip in the moist heat of her mouth, he leans his back against the glass and groans. Ellie begins to work her way up and down his shaft, swirling and sucking. She finds the little ridge under the head of his cock and nips at it. Ian growls and clenches his fists in her hair as she devours his thick shaft. She can feel his orgasm start to build, and she continues to lick and suck so he knows that it’s okay to continue. He thrusts deep into the back of her throat as she works the muscles to make sure she swallows every delicious drop of his essence. He releases her hair and starts to pull back. Ellie grasps his thighs and slowly works back up and down his rod, enjoying the taste of him in her mouth.

  “Little one, that was incredible.” Ian reaches down and helps her to her feet. “Now it’s my turn again, but first you need a drink. It will help with the tasting.”

  Ellie accepts the glass. “Will you taste me again, Ian,” she asks impishly.

  “In more ways than one.” He winks at her.

  Ellie finishes her drink and hands it to Ian. She turns to walk toward the couch. While he picks up their clothes and lays them on an ottoman. As he strolls toward her, she is reminded of a lion stalking his prey and a flash of fear runs through her when she remembers that he is a predator.

  “What is it, love?”

  “Nothing,” she says, “just a random thought in my head.”

  “Well, let us see what we can do about those random thoughts, shall we?” He leans down and tugs her to the edge of the couch. Bending down, he raises her legs over his shoulders and grins. “Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes,” she stammers out. No one has done this before and she is interested in how Ian feels about it.

  He leans forward and slowly licks the lips of her pussy. “You taste delicious. Can I have more of you?”

  “Please.” She gasps. Using his fingers, he spreads her lips apart and wraps his lips around her clit. He licks, nips, and tongues it until it’s swollen and throbbing. Ellie can feel how wet she is and for a moment is mortified that he can tell how aroused she is. Ian continues to pleasure her, drinking in the juices that continue to flow from her body as this sexy man devours her. She opens her eyes half-mast and sees him gulping her body and sucking the clit between her legs. She can feel the orgasm building. Ian raises his head, and she sees her own moisture on his face.

  “Do you want me to taste you here, lover?” Ellie starts to push herself up but Ian stops her. “Yes or no, little one?”

  “Yes, Ian, I want you to taste me.” He pushes her back down on the couch and spreads her legs wide, as he buries his face in her wet slick pussy. She struggles toward the release that’s waiting. She feels a pinch at her clit and explodes into the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. As the ripples flow through her body, she glances down and sees Ian with fangs buried in her pussy as he drinks from her clit. When her orgasm slows down, he thrusts three fingers inside of her and sucks deep on her clit, pulling the fluid from her body as her walls clamp down on his fingers. The friction of his movements sends her over the edge again and she rides the wave to completion.

  Sated for the moment, Ellie lets her legs drop to the ground as Ian leans forward and kisses her stomach. He works his way up to her breasts soothing the hard points with little nips and licks. It’s a consoling gesture, not one for arousal.

  “How do you feel, lover?”

  “Hmmm, I don’t think there is a word in my vocabulary for how I feel right now, Ian.”

  He gets up and walks to the bar, pours a drink and brings it to her. “I can’t even begin to tell you how incredible your blood is, little one. I’ve lived quite a while and have never run across a sweeter taste.”

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.” Ellie flinches when he reaches out and grasps her chin.

  “I never say anything that I don’t mean, Ellie. Remember that.”

  “Okay, I got it. Out of curiosity, how old are you?”

  Ian glances at her. “That’s kind of a personal for our kind, lover. Are you sure that you want to be asking questions? The more you learn, the deeper you sink into my world. I thought you were just interested in a fling for the evening.”

  Ellie shrugs as she finishes the drink. “I’ll be honest. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while. The last guy I dated wasn’t exactly faithful or nice, and—”

  “Wait,” Ian interrupts. “Did he hurt you?”

  Ellie shrugged again.

  “Answer me, little one,” Ian growls.

  “Yes, is that what you want to hear? When I didn’t have dinner waiting or got mad at his cheating, he liked to smack me around.”

  Ian pulls her toward him and encircles her with his arms. “What’s his name?”

  “I’m so not telling you that. I don’t need you going out and beating him up or something like that.”

  Ian whispers in her ear, “I’m a vampire, lover. We don’t beat up, we destroy.”

  Ellie looks up to see if he is joking and realizes by the molten silver in his eyes that he woul
d kill the man who hit her. She pats his arms where they are wrapped around her body. “I handled it, Ian.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I did what any woman does when she gets tired of being abused. I hit him with a baseball bat and broke his leg.”

  Ian starts to laugh. “Sweetheart, what good is that going to do to teach him a lesson?”

  “You don’t understand, Ian. He has a limp now and each time he sees me, he remembers that I did it to him.”

  “Wait a minute. You still see him? Personally?” Ian sits back and turns her toward him.

  “No. He works at the hospital in the marketing department. That was one of the reasons that I wasn’t sure about coming out with you. I’ve worked at the hospital for several years and have never heard anything negative about you. I don’t think anyone even knows you are a vampire.”

  “Who is this abuser that works at my hospital? I want a name, now!”

  “Are we really arguing about this, Ian? I thought we were having fun.”

  Ian looks her deep in the eyes and for a moment, Ellie forgets what they were talking about, as she is lost in the bluish-silver of his eyes. As she gazes deeply in his piercing blue eyes, she watches them dilate and turn to silver. She hears a voice in her head, “Who, Ellie?”

  “Adam Thornton,” she whispers with a shudder, as Ian gets up and crosses to the door. When he glanced back at her, she can see his face contorted in fury.

  “Jasper!” Ian calls from the doorway.

  Jasper hears the anger in Ian’s tone and walks toward him quickly. “Yes, my lord?”

  “Adam Thornton, he works at the hospital. I want a complete profile on him, ASAP. I mean complete, Jasper.”

  “Yes, my lord. Do you want us to track him as well?”

  “Yes, I think that would be a good idea. It looks like Mr. Thornton likes to abuse those who are weaker in his eyes, and I think he needs to be taught a lesson.”

  Jasper looks at the silver in Ian’s eyes and moves closer to the door to ensure privacy from the rest of the club. “My lord, is she the one … the one who can satisfy the Hunger? “

  “I don’t know. Is it possible after all these years? I think she could be, but I’m not ready to test it yet. I’ve known about her for a while, but she thinks I just become interested tonight.”

  Jasper nods his head in understanding, now fully comprehending Ian’s anger at Adam Thornton. If he abused the one person on the planet that can satisfy the Hunger of a vampire like Ian, his world is about to end in a very bloody way.

  “Would you like the room for the rest of the night, my lord? I can have refreshments sent for Ellie.”

  “That would be wonderful, Jasper. I know the lady will appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

  Jasper grins with the smile that has melted a thousand hearts and says, “This lady is special and beautiful, and so it’s my honor, duty, and privilege to anticipate her needs.”

  “Thank you.”

  Jasper nods, and walks away to get Ian what he needs.

  Ian shuts the door and turns, facing the dozing beauty on the couch. Could this beautiful creature that has been under his nose for the last several years be the answer to every thought, wish, and dream over the last several centuries? Should he tell her all about vampires, the Hunger, and what it all means, or just take the choice from her? No, he can’t do that to this woman. She’s not aware that he has been tracking her for the last year, waiting to see if she was indeed The One.

  “Ian,” she whispers groggily.

  “Yes, love?”

  “Will you come hold me and tell me more about yourself?”

  Ian shrugs. Perhaps she just made the choice herself.

  “Where would you like me to begin, little one?” Ian asks as he settles on the couch with her.

  “How old are you, where are you from, do you have any family?” she asks in a rush.

  “Whoa! Let’s start at the beginning shall we? I was born in a little village in southern England in May of 1445.”

  “1445? That makes you five hundred and sixty-seven years old! Are you serious?”

  “I cannot lie to you, Ellie, you would know if I was. Anyway, at this point I have no real blood family as you would describe it left alive, but I have several members of my ‘court’ that I consider family.”

  “Court? I’m not sure that I understand.”

  “Court is a term that we use to describe those who live and work with us for many years. I’m what you would consider a royal vampire. I’m one of the oldest left in this area and take my responsibilities seriously. All of the vampires that move into this area or desire membership at any of the bars need to request it from me.”

  Ellie sits up and looks at him. “So you’re sort of like the CEO of the vampires in this area?”

  “I think that’s the easiest way to describe it, yes.”

  “What is this that we are doing, Ian? When we go back to work, do I pretend that I don’t know you?”

  Ian growls and yanks her toward him. “You will not pretend you do not know me. That’s completely unacceptable. Do you understand?”

  Ellie notices the silver in his eyes and glances down at the erection straining in his jeans and says in a sultry voice, “I don’t think I could pretend that well. Let’s save the talk for later and continue where we left off.”

  “I think that’s a wonderful idea, little one.” He pushes her down on the couch.

  Leaning over, he brushes his lips across hers as he reaches and covers her breasts with his hands. Gently squeezing the round globes, he pinches and pulls the nipples while making love to her mouth. Ellie groans and rubs her hands up and down the muscles in his back. She reaches around to undo the button on his pants and pushes them down. Ian stands and kicks them to the corner before, tugging her down the daybed and covering her with his body. Ellie begins rubbing her feet up the backs of his calves and caressing the hard firm cheeks of his ass. She can feel his erection rubbing against her inner thigh and longs to feel it buried deep within her aching pussy. “Please, Ian, don’t make me beg you to fuck me.”

  “I’m not going to rush this, little one. I want to savor every drop of moisture in your body, and relish the feel of your silken walls wrapped around me as I thrust into your willing body, over and over again.”

  “Dear God, I could come just by the things you say to me.”

  “How about this, lover? I want to feel your clit on my tongue as I lick the sweet juice of your pussy over and over again. I want to feel your orgasm on my tongue as I thrust it into you and taste you at the peak of completion with your legs over my shoulders.”

  Ian reaches down and strokes a finger up the slit of her core and brings his finger to his lips. “Delicious, love. You taste like strawberries and cream.”

  Ellie moans and squirms as he strokes her repeatedly while placing love bites on her breasts and throat. He brings his hand up again and looks in her eyes. “Taste yourself, Ellie.”

  Ellie opens her mouth and as he places his finger on her lips, she sucks the digit into her mouth. He laughs at the surprise on her face as she tastes herself.

  “I told you that I don’t lie, not about anything.”

  Ian pulls her hands above her head thrusting her breasts up in invitation. “Keep them there, little one, don’t move them until I say so.” She nods her head in agreement as the sexy vampire strokes his hands down her arms and over her chest.

  Ian moves down her to her breasts and worships them with his lips and hands. He wants her to understand the feelings he is developing for her. He knows it’s too soon for her, but he wants her to remember this night when she has to make the hard choices that she will be facing in the near future.

  Knock, Knock, Knock.

  They both freeze and Ellie drops her arms to cover her body.

  “Damn!” Ian jumps up, crosses to the door and opens it without bothering to pull on his clothes. He sees his friend standing there. “What is it, Jasper?”


  “We have a VIP on the floor who is requesting you, my lord. She’s insistent that you will want to see her.”

  “Well, who is it?” he demands.

  Jasper leans closer and whispers, “Annabelle.”

  Ian shakes his head. “I’ll be out in a few moments. Take her to the VIP table and tell her I’ll be there as soon as I possibly can.”

  Jasper nods. “Of course, my lord. I’ll take care of her till your arrival.”

  “Annabelle?” He watches as she struggles to pull her dress on and find her undergarments.

  “Calm down, little one.” Ian walks toward her with palms up in a gesture of peace. “Annabelle is not my lover, at least not anymore.”

  “Really? You don’t owe me any explanations, Ian. I know what this is and it’s nothing but a one-night stand. Just tell me this. She’s not a wife or fiancée, is she?”

  “Do you think I would bring you to my club and make love to you if I had a wife or fiancée?”

  “I don’t know you very well, so I can’t say if you would or not, can I?” she tosses back at him.

  “Ellie, Annabelle is the woman who made me a vampire. She’s a royal princess and I can’t ignore her. I owe her too much that can never be repaid. Please stay here and watch the bar and patrons through the glass. Jasper will bring refreshments and I’ll return shortly.”

  “I would rather go home now, Ian. It has been a long night and I need to get up early in the morning.”

  “As you wish, my love. I will have Jasper take you home if that’s okay. He is my second, which means he is my right hand man. I’ve known him for over four hundred years and I made him. You are safe with him and he will not harm you.”

  Ellie nods her head and whispers softly, “That will be fine.”