Blood Rush

by Jenika Snow

  He pushed inch after thick inch into her until she felt completely full, completely satisfied. They both sighed as he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. His pumping hips were slow and steady as he found a rhythm that had them both moaning in satisfaction.

  “Oh, Adrik.” She moaned when he pinched her clit lightly. “It feels…it feels so good.” His grunts were encouragement enough that he felt just as much pleasure as she did.

  “Baby, you are so good. You’re so tight and hot. I could fuck you all night long.”

  She would have let him, too, but the orgasm that was slowly approaching was going to be massive, one that might very well bring her to her knees.

  In and out. In and out.

  Faster and faster he slammed his hips against her. His cock stretched her unused hole so fully that the pleasure and pain were one. It was erotic and sensual as hell, a take-your-breath-away kind of experience. He had to grip her hips to keep her steady as he thrust into her, but that was okay because his fingers were no longer needed. Her clit was so swelled that it brushed against her pussy lips and caused its own friction.

  His fingers dug into her flesh, but the pain was good, so very good. Adrik cursed and swore under his breath, his words a driving nail in her lust that took her higher. He praised her, told her how good she felt around his cock, how hot she was. She was vaguely aware of his fingers gathering more of her pussy juice, rubbing it around her asshole, and coating his cock. He was slippery and hot, sliding into her with such force her breasts were hitting the tree trunk with every thrust.

  He pumped into her once, twice, and on the third, he slammed home. Her whole body tensed, and she screamed out at the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. It was just when her climax peaked that she felt Adrik’s mouth at her neck, his fangs sliding into her flesh. The way he suctioned at her neck increased the pleasure, made her buck against him, scream louder, and grip the bark harder.

  His hold tightened, and he pulled her ass toward his groin harder. He slammed her harder and harder onto his rock-hard shaft until he, too, was groaning loudly around her skin. The initial pain from his bite faded quickly, and the ecstasy that followed had her knees buckling. Adrik wrapped his arm around her waist and continued to suck at her throat as he pounded his hips against her.

  It was bliss.

  She felt his semen fill her, jet after jet of his hot cum coating her ass and drawing out her orgasm. He broke the hold he had on her neck and ran his tongue over the wound he had inflicted. The bite tingled and pulsed. She felt high and intoxicated, as if she was floating away from the world and the only thing keeping her grounded was his powerful and solid body. They both shook from the force of his actions. She could feel every movement of his erection against her inner walls, lighting up her desire once more and leaving her dazed.

  Once he was fully out, Adrik turned her around and brought her body flush with his. He cradled her head against his chest, and she closed her eyes in sexual satisfaction. He whispered to her in Russian, the words so beautiful and soft that she could have wept right there for the love she felt for him.

  “I love you, Adrik.” She heard him inhale against her hair a moment before he spoke.

  “And I you.”

  They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, holding each other as the moon cast its iridescent glow upon them. After their reprieve, Adrik gently helped her dress. They walked out of the forest, hand in hand. At that moment, with Adrik beside her, everything seemed more beautiful and right.

  Chapter 28

  Kayla sat in the eclectic coffee shop in the center of town. Her steaming cup of cappuccino sat in front of her, the white froth sprinkled with cinnamon and smelling like heaven. The days following her wild night in the forest with Adrik were still so fresh in her mind. It was at his cabin that she stayed, nestled in his bed, her body wrapped around his.

  She was greedy with the attention he gave her, but what woman wouldn’t be? He cherished and pampered her, gave her everything she wanted or could ever need. Sometimes it felt as if she was dreaming. Sometimes it felt as if he wasn’t even real. He was so strong and powerful, yet he would get down on his knees just to remove her shoes after she came home from work.

  She idly picked up her half-eaten coffee cake slice and stared out the front window. She saw Lana enter the coffee shop and waved her over. She looked ill, her pale skin on the verge of turning green.

  Kayla stood and walked over to her friend. “Oh, my, are you okay?”

  Lana waved her away and gestured for her to sit down. Once Kayla took her seat across from her, they just stared at each other for a suspended moment.

  “I feel like shit.”

  “Is everything okay with the baby?” Worry and concern filled Kayla, and she reached her hand across the table to take her friend’s.

  “Yes. It’s just this damn morning sickness, but to be honest, it’s more like all-day sickness.” Lana looked down at Kayla’s half-eaten cake and turned even greener. “I can’t even stomach any food. I’ve lost five pounds already.”

  “Have you talked to the doctor?”

  “Yeah, even though I told Aleksei I was fine, he insisted we see the Blood Breed physician.”

  “And everything turned out fine?”

  “Just like I told him,” she smirked. “It was nice to tell him, ‘I told you so.’”

  Worry still pounded through Kayla. “You would tell me if something was wrong, right?”

  “Of course I would. The doctor actually said this happens with a lot of women, losing weight before gaining, and the morning sickness, that is. It’s just things are so crazy right now. I may have lost five pounds, but my belly is starting to show. Aleksei is thrilled as all get out, but he doesn’t seem to understand how hard all of this is for me.” Lana motioned over the waitress and ordered a lemon water.

  “I can handle everything, don’t get me wrong. When I heard about the gestational period for a Blood Breed pregnancy, I almost passed out. I mean, half the time of a human one? Blew my mind a little bit.” The waitress returned with the water, and Lana took a small sip. “It’s just a lot to take in, but enough about me. How are things with you and Adrik? I feel like it has been forever since we’ve really gotten to talk.”

  Kayla watched her friend silently. Adrik had told her so much about his kind and others, but she had wanted to know everything, every little piece that made up their world.

  Kayla leaned back and took a sip of her cappuccino. It hadn’t really been that long since they spoke, but she knew the feeling. “I’m sure Aleksei told you most of it?”

  Lana shook her head and took another sip. “Not really. I grill him every once in awhile, but he just tells me I should talk to you. I’ve been meaning to call, but with feeling like shit all the time, I usually just camp out in bed and make Aleksei cater to me.” A teasing note was in Lana’s voice.

  Kayla thought about her and Adrik. The images of everything they did played in her mind, and she felt her face get hot. By the huge smile on Lana’s face, Kayla knew her friend hadn’t missed it.

  “Spill it, Kay.”

  So that’s what Kayla did. She revealed everything she knew. She told Lana that she was Adrik’s Chosen and what she had learned about what she really was. After Lana asked her own questions, Kayla felt more comfortable. It wasn’t as if she felt uneasy around Lana, but what she had just revealed had been a lot of weight on her shoulders. It wasn’t too much longer that Lana said good-bye and left the coffee shop.

  Kayla picked up her cake and took a bite out of it as she looked out the front window again. The residents of Stone Brooke walked the sidewalks. Paper bags filled with their weekly groceries were cradled in their arms, and they seemed so oblivious to what was really going on. The little bell above the door jingled with the arrival of a new customer, and Kayla glanced over. She stared at the man who walked in, recognition sparking inside of her immediately. His gaze scanned the shop, skipping over her, but then snapping ba
ck to her.

  “Nurse Reilly?”

  She stood and swallowed the cake. “I thought you looked familiar. How have you been?” She racked her brain for his name, and then it finally hit her. “Emmitt Volshustiv, right?”

  He took a few more steps forward and held his arms out, as if that alone showed her how well he was. He nodded in response to her question. “I’m feeling good. Phenomenal, actually, thanks to all your wonderful care.”

  She actually blushed at his compliment. “You look great.”

  “Thanks.” He ran a hand over his hair.

  “Next.”

  He held up one finger as he walked over to the counter and placed his order. Kayla looked out the window again. A moment later, he blocked her view.

  “Would you like to join me?” She took her seat and gestured to the empty one. He held a small bag in one hand and a large paper coffee cup in the other.

  “I would love to sit and talk, but I am running late for an appointment. It was really great to see you.” He lifted his hand in good-bye, and she did the same. He took one step and stopped before turning around. “Listen, I just want to thank you for everything you did. You’re a lifesaver, for real.”

  Kayla shook her head, embarrassment slamming into her as she started to pick at her napkin. She never was good at accepting a compliment. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad everything worked out for you.”

  He stared at her for a long moment, so long that she started to become a little uncomfortable.

  “I’d say I’ll see you around, but I’m leaving town tonight.” He held up his coffee cup again. “Take care.”

  “You, too.” As she watched him leave, the hairs on the back of her neck rose. She shook off the feeling of dread, but couldn’t help the feeling of ease as soon as the door had shut behind him.

  Kaleb sat in front of the blazing fire. The red, yellow, and orange flames flickered within each other as if they were in a sensual dance and battling for supremacy. A bottle of Crown Royal was clutched in his hand, and the sound of moans and skin slapping together rang through his ears.

  All around him Lykens fucked, the mating season in full rage and causing everyone to act out uncontrollably. This gathering had started out as an eighteenth birthday party for the little Lyken female Joslyn Patterson. He searched the grounds for her and spotted her in a cluster of males and females her own age.

  She was eighteen now but hadn’t fully gone through the change where her body would recognize the other Lyken males as possible mates. It would happen within the year, and there was something inside of him that coursed through his veins in excitement. He couldn’t explain the need he had for her. At first it had been to protect her, yet now, as he stared at the slope of her breasts under her shirt, or the way her legs seemed to go on forever, he saw her as something much more.

  It wasn’t as if she had changed overnight now that she was eighteen, but the wolf in him could sense the wolf in her. Her animal was still dormant, but soon it would rear its head and seek out what it needed most—its male counterpart.

  She didn’t drink alcohol like everyone else, and when he took a long pull from the glass bottle he held, he almost felt shameful for his acts. He liked to drink, maybe too much, but he wanted to look good in front of her. He didn’t want to come across as a drunk. Then again, it was either he drank to stem the thick arousal that pounded through him and keep the animal at bay, or he stayed sober and fucked the first female who passed him. For some reason, he didn’t want another female. It was as though a light switch had been turned on inside of him. True, he had fucked countless females, just last week, in fact, but the very idea of that now turned his stomach.

  With the mating heat, it was almost an uncontrollable desire to be with the opposite sex in the most elemental of ways. The drinking sounded better, even if it did make him look bad in front of Joslyn.

  Absentminded behavior and rash decision making were all part of the mating heat. The males were the worst, by letting their inner beasts out to find a mate and possibly produce offspring. Procreating was becoming harder within the clan because most of the males were voicing their concerns about it. They would rather fuck whomever they pleased without the repercussions of taking care of children who might result from a mating.

  Of course, those raising hell about being tied down were the younger generation, and therefore more reckless in their pursuit when it came to sowing their wild oats. He took another swig of the amber-colored liquid. He kept his focus solely on Joslyn, and when her eyes met his for the second time, he felt something else stir in him. The emotions he felt were ones he had hidden long ago. They were a need to make sure she was completely and utterly taken care of. He never wanted her to know harm, although she had already experienced that just a short time ago.

  His thoughts started to turn dark, and he quickly pushed them away. He did not want to start thinking about how she almost died at the hands of Bloodless.

  She ducked her head, and her silky golden hair fell over her face like a curtain.

  “Hey, brother.”

  Kaleb stiffened. Liyam, the object of his thoughts’ brother, sat beside him. Although they were not related by blood, it was the proper greeting between Lyken males. Liyam Patterson was the older brother of Joslyn. They both shared the same golden hair and vivid green eyes, but that was where the similarities ended.

  Kaleb nodded in acknowledgment and passed the half-empty bottle over. He took his attention off Joslyn and scanned the crowd of mingling bodies.

  “I can’t believe it.”

  Kaleb snapped his gaze toward Liyam, expecting the Lyken to have sensed what Kaleb had been thinking about only moments before. It wouldn’t have surprised him, not with a Lyken’s keen and sharp senses.

  “My little sister is eighteen. Blows my mind.” Liyam took a swig of the liquor. “It seems like yesterday she was learning how to walk.” He shook his head in astonishment.

  Kaleb glanced at her. It wasn’t until now that he had actually looked at her as a man does a woman. She was too young for him at only eighteen, but it was hard to control his emotions toward the one he wanted.

  A throat clearing had him coming back to the present, and he turned to look at Liyam. The male watched him intently. There was almost a look of confusion of his face.

  “You shouldn’t deny yourself during the season. I can smell yer arousal. Why do you no’ find a female? There are plenty to appease you, no?”

  “There are, but…” He ran a hand over his jaw and glanced back at Joslyn. She was talking to a male her age, and by the way the boy looked at her, it was clear he appreciated the view. A spike of jealousy rose within him, but he quickly tamed it, not wanting anyone to sense his emotions. “I’m worn out.”

  What was he supposed to say anyway? He couldn’t very well tell Liyam he wanted his sister in the worst kind of way. Kaleb needed to keep his feelings in check for the little female. He needed to keep his head straight, because he knew once she started to make the change, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.

  Chapter 29

  Kayla walked into the clearing. The wildflowers were in full bloom, and the grass was tall enough to brush against her knees. It had been a week since her erotic encounter with Adrik, and although seven days had passed, the memory was as if it had happened only yesterday.

  She looked into the horizon and watched the sun sink below the mountains through a break in the trees. She planned on meeting Adrik here shortly. His message for her to “be ready” for him had caused her arousal to increase all day. It was as though an animal had been let free, both with her and with him. She shivered at the memory. Her whole body warmed at the images that flashed through her mind. She knew he would be with her at any moment, knew that he wouldn’t let her wait long.

  Kayla heard the distinct sound of twigs snapping behind her. She turned around, anticipation and excitement slamming into her. The person who stepped through the break in the trees was not Adrik,
though. In fact, it was someone she thought she would never see again.

  “Emmitt?” She stared at him in confusion. The last time she had seen him had been at the coffee shop. “I thought you were leaving Stone Brooke?”

  He took several more steps toward her, his smile broad, his teeth straight and white. His smile faltered as he took another step forward.

  “I’m so glad you came, Kayla.”

  “What?” She took a step back and swallowed as fear pounded through her. This isn’t right. Something was wrong with him. Emmitt’s expression was dark and foreboding, his demeanor foretelling of the pain he wanted to inflict upon her.

  “You are going to be my ticket to finding what I seek. I would lie and say I’m sorry I have to get rid of you, but”—his smile returned, but it showed nothing but evil intent—“I’d be lying.”

  She took a few more steps back and looked around frantically. Where was Adrik? Was he even coming? She feared she knew the answer to her own question.

  “Listen, Emmitt, I don’t know what’s going on or what you’re even talking about, but I think I’m going to leave now.” She stepped to the side, and he followed. Every movement she made, he mimicked, until she stood still, staring into his eyes and willing herself to appear calm.

  “You’re not going anywhere.” He chuckled.

  “What are you even doing here? How did you know I’d be here?”

  “Do you really think I don’t know what you are? What your little boyfriend is? I’ve been watching the two of you for a long time.”

  “I don’t understand. You were hurt. You were my patient.” She shook her head, confusion clouding her mind.