Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  Tugging her into the room, he let her pause for a moment as he turned on a few low lights. Not that she needed it—her night vision was exceptional—but it leant the artwork hanging on the walls a new life. She let out a soft gasp and turned slowly in a circle, marveling at the art collection that rivaled her own. On each wall, tastefully displayed, was a work by some of her most adored artists. It was as if Tyler had stepped into her mind and found her favorite things. With a smile she wandered over to a Monet and stared at the carefully rendered trees that seemed to be ready to dance in the morning light pouring down on them. A clear memory of the warmth of the sun on her skin made her sigh with longing. To see the sunlight again, to be able to squint past its blinding-white brilliance…that would be wonderful.

  The sound of cloth rustling drew her attention away from the painting, and she found Tyler watching her with a melancholy smile as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well-built chest that was a rival in beauty to anything hanging on the walls. The small, flat discs of his nipples called to her, and she desperately wanted to rub her fangs over his heart, to feel the precious life beating through him. He was perfectly proportioned, and as he reached the last button, he let out a soft, deep chuckle.

  “Love how you watch me like that.”

  “Like what?” she said in a slightly breathless voice.

  “Like you can’t wait to get your hands on me.”

  Well, that was true, so she didn’t argue the fact, only observed in fascination as he took his shoes and socks off, revealing that even his feet were sexy. Her gaze drifted back up over his muscled thighs to the hard cock still trapped behind his jeans. Saliva gathered in her mouth, and she licked her lips, groaning softly as he gave his dick a good squeeze.

  His voice came out rough as he said, “You want this?”

  “Please,” she whispered, the seething burn of sangue fire tightening her nipples and building her arousal to a conflagration.

  “What do you want to do with it?”

  A purr stirred in her voice as she said, “I want to suck your cock.”

  “Greedy woman,” he said as he walked over to where she stood. “Always want to slide me down that pretty throat first. I’ll give you what you want, but you’ll do it on your knees.”

  Whatever protest she would have made died a quick and painless death as he took off his shirt completely, revealing a sculpted torso that begged to be immortalized in marble. He was pure, grown man perfection. In an instant she moved to stand before him and gave into her hidden desires by pressing her cheek to his chest to listen to his heart. The soft hair on his chest tickled her lips as she placed a kiss on his warm skin over his heart, the thrum of the life pulsing through his veins teasing her lips. Moving slowly, she kissed her way down his torso, slipping into a surreal state of mind where it seemed almost like she’d done this before. She knew how to touch him, how to pleasure him, on an almost instinctive level.

  The only other man she’d ever felt like this with was her Maker, and a shudder went through her as she imagined sharing Tyler’s cock with Sargon, to watch as the male vampire’s lion-like teeth pierced Tyler’s flesh and drank deep. Her clit pulsed, and she squeezed her thighs together while licking Tyler, trying to soothe the ache. It would be perfect if Sargon was here right now, sliding his thick cock into her wet body while she pleasured Tyler. Well, maybe not. For whatever reason, she was feeling selfish about this delicious mortal. They would have only one night together then she would leave…alone and unloved.

  No, no she wouldn’t think about that now. She wouldn’t dwell on the utterly depressing thought that now after she’d killed Arcadia she had nothing to live for. Revenge had been the driving force of her life for so long that she was floundering without something to anchor her. She needed more, knew Sargon would mate her in an instant if she’d allow it, but she knew that when they mated, Sargon would know the extent to which she feared him, and it would break his heart. Her Maker had never been anything but kind to her, done nothing to deserve her distrust, but she’d been psychotic when they met, so her first impressions of him weren’t very good. How he saw past the feral killer that she’d become to the humanity hidden beneath the pain she’d never know, but when he’d broken Arcadia’s bond and fed her his blood, Sargon had managed to rescue the tattered remains of her humanity.

  Sargon was so sexually dominant that he demanded complete submission from his bed partners, something she just couldn’t give him without her fear coming into play.

  The low rumble of Tyler’s groan pulled her back to the present, and she smiled against his skin, scoring him gently with her fangs. She paused at Tyler’s lower ribs, nibbling on them then smiling when he tensed and squirmed. Dragging her fangs down his torso, she looked up at him and thoroughly loved the hard, demanding stare he was giving her. The need to please him tingled over her senses, and she sighed against his skin. Tyler was one of those men who had been born to be in charge, to be the master of his own destiny through sheer willpower. He was almost as strong mentally as a vampire, and she found herself submitting to him with ease.

  While she’d had many, many sexual partners during her time on Earth, in the vampire world, a pairing always took on a dominant and submissive vibe. It wasn’t full-on BDSM, but rather an acknowledgment of the greater predator. There had been very few times she’d allowed herself to be with a male vampire who was capable of dominating her. She didn’t trust many people that much, and she’d never been with a human who could make her kneel before him as subdued as any servant that had ever lived to please a stern master.

  “There’s my sweet girl,” he said as he stroked the top of her head. “Now open my pants, take my cock out, and lick the head. You’re going to deep throat me, and when you come, I want you to gently bite the base of my cock, just enough to break the skin, and take what you need. My cum and my blood.”

  She swore her pussy quivered at his words, and she stared up at him, befuddled that he would know one of a vampire’s favorite ways to feed. “How do you know that?”

  He growled at her. “Open my fucking pants and suck my dick like a good little girl, now.”

  Obeying without thought, overwhelmed by his will, she made short work of his jeans, shredding them from his body with her bare hands. Her display of strength obviously didn’t bother him because when his cock was freed and the last of the denim fluttered to the ground, his long, thick length, at least a good eight and a half inches, pointed straight at her face. She let out a soft coo of happiness that had Tyler laughing. That laughter abruptly cut off as she did as he’d demanded, swallowing him all the way to the root of his cock.

  A mortal woman wouldn’t have been able to do that without great difficulty—he was very thick—but Lisabetta hadn’t been mortal in a long time, and she knew how to please a man. Rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue, she slowly slid him in and out of her throat, pausing to swallow around him. Every time she did that he’d make a rough grunt, and his thick thighs would tense.

  She ran her hands over his legs, enjoying the slight friction of his hair against her palms. When he buried his hands in her hair and began to plunge in and out of her mouth like she was his own personal sex toy, her pussy spasmed just short of a climax. Her moan got choked off by his cock as she surrendered to him, loving the rough side of him that was coming out.

  His growled out, “Touch that hot pussy. Bet it’s dripping wet for me. Being used like this gets you so fucking hot.”

  Slipping her fingers between her legs, she found that she was indeed soaked. While she wished it was Tyler’s hands between her legs, she knew how to touch herself just right, and soon her orgasm was a breath or two away. Her hips rocked against her busy fingers while he continued to fuck her mouth, demanding that she suck harder, faster, that she please him.

  He stiffened, his cock impossibly hard between her lips, before he thrust himself down her throat all the way, his pubic hair tickling her face. “Lisabetta, take what you
need, bella.”

  The pulse of the thick vein against her tongue drew a snarl from her, vibrating his dick while her fangs sank the slightest bit into Tyler’s shaft. He yelled out his release, saying her name over and over again while she sucked his cum and blood. Goodness he tasted delicious, a sweet and coppery flavor that tasted almost as good as her Maker’s blood. After swallowing down every drop of seed he had to offer, he pulled out with a long, groaning noise that made her smile. The coagulates in her saliva quickly healed the shallow scrapes on his still hard shaft, and she leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on the tip before smiling up at him.

  Instead of smiling back, he leaned down and picked her up before throwing her onto the bed in a violent move that made her desire flicker back to life. He snarled at her when she tried to roll off the bed, and for a moment, she swore he gave her a bestial growl that only another vampire was capable of, but he was human. There was nothing supernatural about this man that somehow had enchanted her.

  Normally she’d have destroyed anyone that tried to control her, but with Tyler, she was his willing slave.

  “Take your clothes off. Show me that beautiful body of yours.”

  She slowly bared herself to him, and by the time she was nude, his cock was jumping with anticipation. With an almost dazed expression, Tyler walked over to the side of the bed and stared down at her, his gaze touching her like a caress. She stretched out, displaying herself in a move that made him smile.

  “Just when I think that you couldn’t be this beautiful, that it’s impossible that God ever let me touch something as fine as you, I’m reminded that you’re even more stunning than I remember.”

  “Remember?” she said with a small frown.

  He merely shook his head then reached down to cup her breast and tease her nipple. “We’ll talk about that later. It’s been far too long.”

  Whatever her reply was became lost as he joined her on the bed and kissed her breath away. Soon she was wrapped around him and flipped him over onto his back, the need to have him inside of her growing with every beat of her heart. She purred when he cupped her buttocks and slid her slick pussy over his dick trapped between her body and his stomach. He was so warm beneath her, so solid, so alive. For reasons she’d rather not think about, she wrapped her arms around him and placed tender kisses over his jaw, across his cheek, and down to his firm lips.

  It was almost like…she’d missed him. But how could she miss someone she’d never met? Yet that distinct emotion was there, the relief of being reunited with her beloved. The thought threatened to send her into a panic, but he picked that moment to tease her rear entrance with the tip of his finger. Heat rushed through her, and she gasped as he expertly touched her just the way she liked, seeming to read her mind before she was even aware of what she was craving. He devastated her, left her floating in warm pleasure as she absorbed the taste and smell of him.

  He kissed her back, tenderly, and when she shifted her hips to allow him to line his thick cock up with her pussy, he took a ragged breath. With one shift of his hips, he slid into her, filling her so perfectly that tears filled her eyes. It was like she’d been waiting for him, missing Tyler in some way that she didn’t understand. A feeling of coming home, of being where she was meant to be, of filling her heart like he was filling her body had her crying out. He was a big man, and the broad head of his cock seemed to push forever into her until he was fully sheathed.

  They paused like that, each shivering as they held each other tight.

  Almost as one, Lisabetta and Tyler began to move, their hips rocking in perfect rhythm as if they’d done this a thousand times before. She sank her nails into the mattress on either side of his head, her lips pulling back from her teeth as she growled at him. To her surprise, he bared his teeth in return and growled back, sending vibrations through her body and soul that made her want to melt with pleasure.

  A mental image of Sargon lying next to them on this bed, watching her closely as Tyler fucked her, made her already engorged clit throb and had her pussy clutching at the magnificent cock filling her. She could almost taste Sargon’s kiss, feel the brush of his silken hair falling around her, cloaking her in darkness while Tyler feasted on her sex. She arched into Tyler’s thrusts, little purring growls escaping her as she writhed beneath him and imagined Sargon watching them. Flipping her over, Tyler threw her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to fuck the hell out of her. He took her like a man possessed, forcing one, two, three orgasms from her in rapid succession.

  Her heartbeat slowed, and she tried to move out from beneath him as her body burned through blood at an alarming rate.

  Instead of releasing her, Tyler began to do this twisting thing with his hips that stole her breath, and her voice came out breathy as she said, “Stop, don’t make me come anymore.”

  “No,” Tyler ground out. “You’re going to drink properly from me again even if I have to fuck you to death to get you to do it.”

  She tried to push him off, and almost succeeded, but the position he had her in limited her movements. “I’ll drain you.”

  “No, you won’t,” he said then leaned down and bit her nipple hard enough to break the skin with his blunt, human teeth. “All I need is a few drops of your sweet blood to heal me.”

  Her orgasm came crashing down in the form of burning pleasure, her body straining for something to use to fuel itself. The sharp edges of her fangs cut her lip, and the world began to grow dim around the edges. The scent of blood, his blood, filled her, and she struck out like a snake, latching onto the wrist that he freely offered her. His cock swelled inside of her as she began to suck, and a moment later, the first wave of his warm seed bathed her sheath. She wanted to howl with joy, to scream out her pleasure, and to tell this amazing man how much her heart cried out for him.

  She never wanted to let him go. She wanted to keep him with her forever, to make him her marito, her husband.

  That thought brought her back to herself with a rush as her past pushed against the gates surrounding her memories of her death and rebirth.

  A cry of agony escaped her lips as she jerked her mouth from Tyler’s wrist, moving inhumanly fast across the room, as far as she could get from him while she held her hand to her blood-covered lips.

  Tyler collapsed on the mattress, blood still leaking from his wrist, a sure sign she’d taken too much. With her heart racing, she quickly moved back to his side and sliced her wrist open with a fang then hesitated. If she gave him enough blood, he’d be bound to her, and if she gave him too much, he’d begin the process of being turned into a vampire. Something she had to have the express permission of her Maker to do. She wasn’t worried about that, Sargon would love Tyler, but she couldn’t bring anyone back from the dead, and that’s what would happen if she didn’t give Tyler some of her blood. Even now his heart worked faintly, sluggish and weak.

  Pressing his lips to her wrist, she managed to get a mouthful into him, and after a moment, his slack muscles tensed then quivered. Her breath came out in short pants as she realized just how close he’d come to death. The foolish man had let her drain him, and she wanted to both choke and kiss him as he groaned and rubbed his mouth.

  “You taste like merlot.”

  Befuddled by his unexpected comment, she licked her wrist to seal the wound then did the same with his before saying, “Are you all right?”

  “You must have been really hungry,” he murmured.

  She flushed, so stuffed with his blood that she felt almost human. “I haven’t eaten in two weeks.”

  He tried to frown at her, but his eyes were smiling. “Two weeks? Why so long?”

  Shrugging, she played with her hair and considered that thought. Why hadn’t she fed? She was staying with Sargon, and he had a house full of blood donors who would kill to be hers for the evening. Yet she wanted none of them. “I wasn’t in the mood.”

  That wasn’t exactly the truth. She’d been in the mood, but it didn’t seem like she could find
anyone she wanted to be with. Unease moved through her as she tried to think further back, but she kept coming up with fuzzy memories. Her last clear memory was of coming to Dallas to visit Sargon and celebrate her independence, being finally recognized as what surmounted to an adult among the vampire nation.

  Tyler picked up her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing skin that would never wrinkle, never mark, never change.

  The thought was depressing.

  “I’ve been in Italy for the last two weeks,” he said and shifted so he was lying on his side, facing her with his semi-hard cock providing a rather delicious distraction. “Didn’t mean to be away that long, but it was harder than I’d anticipated to hunt down the painting I wanted.”

  Eager to think about something other than her empty life after death, she smiled at him then stroked the side of his face. “What did you buy?”

  An unexpected sorrow filled his gaze, and she would have sworn it was directed at her, but she had no idea why he’d be sad for her. “A beautiful mystery I’ve been trying to solve.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  He sighed then sat up and kissed her softly on the lips. “Come on. I’ve got something to show you, and moonlight is burning.”

  “Moonlight is burning” was a saying among the vampires, and she gave Tyler a suspicious look. “You seem to know an awful lot about vampires.”

  “Only vampire I really know is you, Lisabetta.” He gave her a small smile.

  He slipped on his jeans but left the top button undone. Instead of allowing her to wear her dress, he pulled out one of his T-shirts from his dresser and slid it over her head. The hem reached mid-thigh, and she couldn’t help a little feminine thrill going through her at how much she liked wearing his shirt. They went back downstairs, then he led her through a spacious kitchen and dining room before they arrived at a living room that seemed strangely familiar. Almost like she could have found her way here without having ever been in the home before tonight.