I opened the door then quietly stepped in side, encircling her waist with both of my arms and holding her flush against me. Her body was warm and wet and she smelled incredible.
“Dell!” she gasped.
I released her, but only long enough to let her turn around and face me.
“Are you all right?” she asked. “I’ve been so worried.”
“Right as rain,” I told her, cupping her face in the palms of my hands and then lowering my mouth to hers in a gentle kiss that was soft and tender, just my lips pressing against hers. I pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Immortal, remember? Are you all right?” I asked her.
“Right as rain,” she repeated, as she wound her arms around my neck and stepped in closer, backing me up against the door.
I was momentarily aware of the press of cold glass against my ass, but the sensation of Alex’s slick breasts with their pebbled nipples sliding across by chest was much more compelling.
“God, I missed you,” she moaned, positioning herself so that she straddled my thigh.
I could already smell her desire and the sent of her arousal mixed with the spicy clove was mouth-watering.
I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and pulled her hard up against me, giving her the friction she was craving. Alex moaned and her head dropped back, the tips of her hair brushing across my forearms, her breasts jutting out towards me in invitation.
Like a starving man I latched on, pulling as much of her into my mouth as I could and sucking hard, working her nipple with my tongue.
“Oh, Dell,” gasped Alex, lacing her fingers in my hair and holding on tight. “That feels…amazing. More. I want more—”
I released her breast and attacked her mouth hungrily. I wanted more, was demanding more. I turned her around and pushed her up against the glass wall. Whether it was the impact or the cool glass that startled her I don’t know and I didn’t care. She’d opened her mouth and I wasted no time slipping my tongue inside. I was on fire with desire, my cock hard between us, pressing into my stomach as I sipped from her lips, releasing every ounce of pent up passion that I’d been holding back.
Her hand grabbed at my biceps, her nails digging into my muscle, searching for purchase as she began to climb up my body. I reached down underneath her ass and lifted her so that she could hook her legs over my hips. Her hand was wrapped around my cock, squeezing it, guiding me to her entrance.
I felt my eyes roll up as the engorged head brushed across her coarse curls, slipped between her warm, wet lips, and started to slide inside.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” I murmured against the shell of her ear before dropping down to leave a trail of kisses along her jaw line, down the length of her neck.
Alex fisted her hand in my hair and pulled me off of her so that I could meet her gaze. Her pupils were wide with desire and she was flushed from the combination of heat and passion.
“Hurt me,” she demanded, pushing down against me, driving me further into her depths, her pussy pulling me in. The sensation was overwhelming, so tight, so ready, so wanting. “Oh, God” she moaned, her eyes closing, her head banging back against the glass as the length of my cock dragged across her swollen clit.
I could feel my beast rising and I knew that my eyes were flashing red, my fangs unsheathing, descending. “Look at me,” I demanded, my voice laced with the rumble of a low growl. And she did, her gaze unwavering as I thrust inside of her taking what I wanted, giving her what she needed.
A small cry escaped her throat and I stilled, ceasing all movement.
“All right?”
She smiled, but there were tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Right as rain,” she whispered, lowering her forehead until it rested against mine, sinking down further until I was seated fully inside of her. Then she reached up, slipping her hand over the top edge of the shower and using that leverage to pull herself up.
As I withdrew slightly the scent of blood hit the air and something inside me stirred. “Wait,” I gasped.
“No more waiting,” Alex whispered against my lips before taking my lower lip into her mouth and biting down.
My world exploded in a sea of desire.
“Yes!” she cried out when I was balls deep, the tip of my dick bumping up against her cervix.
“So good, baby,” I whispered into the shell of her ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
My hips were pistoning fast and furiously; thrust after thrust, I buried myself to the hilt. I could hear the pounding of her heart, the rushing of her blood as it flowed through her veins. It was like a roar in my ears. I scented the air. I could still smell it. And I wanted it. I wanted it desperately. And my mouth was right there, hovering over her neck.
“Oh, Christ. Alex, I…”
Alex shattered around me, her pussy clenching down, milking me.
“I love you,” I confessed shooting deep inside her, coating her womb with my cum. I was drowning in her taste and smell, the smell of the two of us combined with the perfume of Alex’s blood, fresh and potent.
I pulled out and lowered her to the floor.
She stumbled a bit and I reached out to steady her.
“I came close to biting you,” I told her.
“But you didn’t.”
“We didn’t use a condom, Alex,” I added, feeling the panic begin to build. I’d never not used a condom before, never been so taken that I’d forgotten the possible dangers.
She stepped into the spray of the shower and she pulled me along with her. Then she bent over and picked the sponge up off of the shower floor. When she’d dropped it I wasn’t quite sure. My hand developed a mind of it’s own, reaching around her to caress her bottom. I couldn’t stop touching her, wanting her, wanting more of her.
“So, next time you’ll wear a condom and I’ll wear a leather collar,” she teased as she poured some of the clove shower gel onto the sponge and began to wash my chest.
And there was definitely going to be a next time. My father was right. We were playing with fire
Chapter Twenty-five
When I woke it was early morning, the sun barely up. Alex was splayed across my body, one leg draped casually over mine, her arm curled around my waist, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder. She’d never even stirred as I slipped from the bed and into the shower. Looking down on her now I once again admired her beauty.
“Are you hungry?” I whispered, placing a kiss softly on her forehead.
She opened one eye and lazily smiled up at me. “Sleepy,” she yawned, “some very enthusiastic vampire wore me out last night.”
I pulled the blankets up around her shoulders. “I believe that was me.”
“Maybe. There’s definitely a resemblance. If you were to take your pants off I could probably tell for sure,” she whispered, her eyes drifting shut as she once again began to succumb to sleep.
Although I would have loved to crawl back into bed, wrap myself around her warm body and make love to her again, the truth was that I was ravenous and the smell of pancakes cooking down in the kitchen was only fueling my appetite.
“I’ll bring you up pancakes,” I told her, standing up and slipping a t-shirt over my head.
“Pancakes?”
“For food she awakens.”
Alex sat up. “I’m starving.”
“Meet me downstairs. Or do you want me to wait?”
“Promise to leave me some?” she asked, slipping from the bed and snuggling into my embrace. She was completely nude, the scent of our lovemaking still clinging to her.
“Alex,” I murmured. I ran my hands up and down the length of her bare back, my lips brushing across the top of her head. “Right now I think I’d promise you just about anything.”
She looked up at me with those amazing green eyes and they sparkled with unconcealed mischief.
“Anything?” she asked stepping out of my embrace. She retrieved her robe from the end of the bed and slipped it on.
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nbsp; “I live but to service you, my lady,” I declared with a sweeping bow. “What do you have in mind?”
I was betting that whatever it was, I was going to like it…a lot.
“Crap,” she pouted when her cell phone rang, interrupting what was shaping up to be an interesting conversation. She moved towards her purse.
“Ignore it,” I told her.
“I can’t,” she replied, even before pulling out the phone. “It’s Sullivan. He’s probably worried.”
He had his own ring tone? Of course he did. He was her boyfriend, wasn’t he? She’d spent the night in my bed. I’d spent the night in her body. But the human had his own ring tone. Bastard.
I reached for the phone, swiping it with one hand while I pushed her down onto the bed with a firm shove from the other.
Alex gasped, landing with a bounce, her robe splayed open to display those glorious tits, taut stomach, and thick thatch of dark curls.
Overcome by a sense of fierce possessiveness, I tossed the phone onto the floor then I climbed onto the bed and straddled her, my conquest.
“He’ll just call back.”
“And when he does, you’ll tell him,” I told her, placing my hand around one of her ample breasts and palming it gently before rolling the nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger.
“You don’t break up with someone over the phone.”
I leaned down and sucked her breast into my mouth, biting down and worrying the nipple between my teeth. I could feel my fangs start to unsheath.
“Christ, Dell!” she gasped as one of my incisors grazed the top of her breast leaving a superficial scrape.
My cock was hard and stiff and it wanted to be inside her again. I wanted to take her. I wanted to make her mine.
“Tell me it’s me you want,” I demanded, pausing in my ministrations to look up at her.
For a moment confusion clouded her face, then she obliged. “It’s you I want. You know it’s you I want.”
I did know. I knew that she wanted me but I needed to hear her say it. Now that she had, it wasn’t enough.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” The reassuring words spilled from her mouth.
I felt like crying. I never cried.
“Dell, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head and looked away, embarrassed. Then I climbed off the bed. “I don’t know. Tired, maybe. I…”
“What? Talk to me,” she whispered, encircling my waist with her arms, pulling me into what should have been a comforting embrace.
A minute passed, then another. I wrestled with my feelings, not sure how to put them into words that she could understand, not sure that I understood.
“Dell?”
“It’s not going to be enough,” I finally said.
“What’s not going to be enough?”
I felt sick to my stomach. My eyes burned. I didn’t want to turn and face her, but I did.
“This,” I told her, gesturing between us. “You and me. I want more.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m not human, Alex. Something inside of me has risen and it wants you, it wants to make you mine, to mark you as mine so there’s no mistaking who it is you belong to.”
Alex smiled softly. “I am yours.”
“For now. I want you to be mine…forever. I don’t see that want going away.”
“I’m not going to live forever, Dell.”
“What if you could?”
“I wouldn’t want to.”
I nodded. “What if…”
“What?”
“What about if it was just for the rest of our lives?”
“Dell…”
“It’s going to come to this eventually, maybe not today, maybe not this year, but eventually. A decision is going to have to be made, it’s inevitable.”
“We have time,” she said, her eyes now glistening with tears.
“Not a lot.”
“But things are good,” she said, tears leaking from her eyes. “I’m happy. We’re happy. Aren’t we?”
I cradled her face in the palms of my hands and kissed her tears away. “Yes,” I assured her. “Very happy.”
“But that’s not enough, you want more.”
I held her close, released a breath, then spoke from my heart. “Yes, I want more. I know that you’ve waited a long time to be free, to be normal. I know what I’m asking would take that away from you.”
“And if I say no, if I’m not ready, if I need more time… Will you still love me?”
“Alex, I will always love you.”
Chapter Twenty-six
I left Alex upstairs to shower and wandered down to the kitchen in search of pancakes and a talk with my father. I assumed he was cooking and expected to see him standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand. Pancakes were one of his specialties, banana nut. But it wasn’t my father, it was Luna and I was totally unprepared.
This time…her beauty took my breath away. She was radiant, the air about her humming with an undeniable sexual charge. Her indigo hair hung framing her face, cascading over her shoulders and down her back in a spill of thick loose curls. As she turned towards me it was almost as if a breeze were blowing about her, warm and gentle. The gown she wore clung to her now curvaceous body like a second skin ending in a pool of what looked like liquid mercury. Her azure blue wings fluttered behind her lazily, releasing what appeared to be a sprinkling of metallic silver powder that disappeared before it hit the floor.
Arousal slammed into me before I had time to shield myself. Every ounce of blood in my body was rushing to my dick making it stiff, hard, ready.
“I am sorry, vampire,” Luna said. She turned back to the stove and busied herself removing the pancakes from the griddle “Forgive me. It’s been so long since I’ve been this strong, I’ve forgotten.”
“Can you help her contain it?” Chris asked me, he was standing just a few feet from her, a steaming coffee mug in his hand. I hadn’t even noticed him before. Luna turned off the flame and moved to join him, dropping her head into the crook of his neck and nuzzling.
“I’m afraid I am almost drunk on the power,” she admitted.
Chris ran his hand over her hair. “A dampening spell maybe?”
“If it’s all right with Luna.”
“Make it so,” Luna nodded.
I cupped my hands and raised them up. “Habannatu,” I whispered into them, then I blew, softly, propelling the invisible blanket forward. In the space of a moment, Luna’s power was essentially shut down. It happened so quickly, the transformation so abrupt, it was staggering.
“Better?” asked Chris.
“Yeah,” I muttered on my way to the door that led out onto the back porch. “I’m just going to, um, step outside for a minute.”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, vampire. I’m used to the affect that I have on men.” She glanced down at my obvious erection.”
“I need coffee,” I said, heading over towards the pot to pour myself a cup. “Alex is going to be down here in a few minutes and—”
“I assumed that since you’re well again that she’d finally given in and got some sleep. She wouldn’t hear of it while you were in stasis,” said Chris.
“I came out of it late last night. Alex slept…some,” I told him, taking a sip of the steaming brew. It was a dark roast, stout and bitter.
“You kept your promise, for that I’ll always be grateful,” Chris began.
I waited for the other shoe to drop and Chris didn’t disappoint me. He was a glass-half-empty kind of guy. I’ve always attributed the rain cloud over his head to the fact that he lost his wife and child at a young age and probably hadn’t been laid since. But here he was, with his daughter back and a succubus in his arms and he was about to rain a shit storm down on my parade.
“But you’re both so young,” he continued. “You have so much ahead of you. I hate to see either one of you do something you’ll regret and get hurt.”
I pulled out one of the breakfast table chairs, spun it around, and straddled the seat. “Is this the part where you lecture me about my impulsive nature.”
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