Shadow Chaser (Undeadly Secrets Book 3)

by Aaron L Speer

  Alex smiled. “It’s your favourite.”

  “It is indeed,” he replied, stopping her hands from going any further. “Turn around.”

  She did as he asked, and although he did take a long look at her from behind, his true intent was the one that followed. He pressed his mouth under her ear, making sure to breathe out onto the skin of her neck. The cool mist made goose bumps rise along the skin of her arms. He resisted the temptation to bite her. He wanted to taste other parts first. He cupped her jaw and she opened her neck up for him, flicking her tongue out to lick his fingers.

  With his other hand, he held her belly. She placed her free hand over his as his kisses got deeper. Nibbling the skin between her shoulders and neck. Moving from her shoulders to the sides of her jaw, the desire to get his mouth on her was threatening to consume him. The sounds she made, soft little moans from what he did to her, did more for him than he imagined possible.

  She used the hand that had been atop his to venture under her panties, and when the fingers rose, she presented them for Dante to taste, which he accepted gratefully. She knew how good she tasted, and she offered herself to him. He cupped and kneaded her breasts as she turned her head, then her body, to give him an open mouthed, deep kiss, using her tongue to play with his.

  He moved his hands to her rear, gripping it and pulling her closer into him. She gave a slight breath out but accepted his soft kiss with delicate ease. Alex opened her shirt without a sound and Dante took the hint. He moved his mouth from hers and travelled down her chest. Snaking his tongue across one breast to the other. He took her nipple into his mouth, between his teeth and suckled as he held her close. Her fingers were in his hair, holding him. He moved further down, kissing her stomach as he got to his knees. He kissed under her belly button, his fingers roving up and down her thighs, ribbed with goosebumps. He moved his head to replace those fingers, leaving open, wet kisses to the side of her groin, his lips enclosing over his tongue with every movement.

  He felt her skin twitch under his mouth, biting her lip and groaning, not taking her hands off his head.

  He eased her underwear down and she let them drop, unmoving. He had half expected her to step out of them, but she didn’t. He took a quick glance up and found her eyes closed, breathing quickly. She was waiting for him. She couldn’t move. He glanced back down and pressed his lips against her clitoris.

  Alex cried out and gripped his scalp harder, as her knees buckled and bent into his shoulders, him supporting her.

  Dante used his tongue to part her folds and circle it, though he didn’t need much to find it. He used his teeth to push the skin just above it higher, so that it could easily, slowly be licked.

  He used one hand to place her leg over his shoulder, so that he could lick along her entire opening. Her juices coated his mouth and spilled down his chin. The leg that supported her gave way and she could take no more, falling backward onto the bed. She kicked off her underwear finally as Dante raised her legs high, holding the backs of her thighs. He moved his tongue from her clit to her arse as she pinched her own nipples.

  He opened her legs and used his elbows as supports, lapping at her with varying frequency. He could feel her climax, as well as hear it. Just before it hit, he took her clitoris into his mouth and pressed down with his lips, peeling back the hood, sucking it in and holding it, before flicking it frantically with his tongue.

  Alex gave an involuntary shiver and shook for several seconds on the bed.

  Dante edged his way up her body and held himself up, looking down at her.

  “You must let her go…”

  “You do this…you’re on your own…”

  She wore an expression of contentment he could not recall seeing before. He didn’t care about Dougie’s words. His warnings. Alexandra was everything to him, and he grew tired of denying it. No matter what, he would never forget this moment, the look on her face and his ability to make her happy.

  He caressed her cheek and this caused her to look at him, the depths of her feelings told to him in that one look. A feeling he shared, and had for some time. There was no hesitancy.

  “I love you,” he said.

  Alex gave a small gasp, her eyes widened. But other than that, she was perfectly still. Neither spoke for several seconds. Until Alex returned her fingertips to his mouth, delicately caressing it, and a small smile emanated from her. Fresh tears brimmed as her smile deepened. “What took you so long?”

  She placed her hand at the back of his head, pulling him down on top of her, holding him in place as she kissed him. With her other arm, she placed the hand she held of his, on her breast.

  He cupped her again, teasing his tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of hers. With a swift movement, she turned into him, gripped his face with her hands. He ran his fingers down her neck as his kiss, his need for her became deeper. She let out the softest moan as she sucked his bottom lip and released it.

  Alex crashed on top of him so fast he was on his back. She kissed him with such force, every time her mouth opened to take more her breath hitched. She straddled him and fisted his hair with both hands. Now she moved down his body, kissing his chest and stomach, as she fiddled with the clasp and zipper of his pants. She lowered herself so that she knelt by the foot of the bed and stripped them almost violently from his legs, throwing them aside. She crawled back up, giving his dick a long, deep kiss. She held his obliques with both hands and pressed her lips to his hip, sucking hard. Biting him.

  Alex flicked her hair back and crawled up his body to straddle him, one hand resting behind her as she gently rocked over his hips, biting her bottom lip. Dante eased his hands up her stomach, to her breasts and pressed them together, pressing them up as his thumbs circled her nipples. He rose to meet her, licking between them. Alex flexed her fingers into the back of his skull, planting kisses on his hair line.

  With a shove, he found himself on his back once more, a curious smile on Alex’s face. A cheeky grin. She raised one knee and turned herself around and Dante looked up to see her on top once more, but her head was between his legs. Dante closed his eyes and inhaled. It was not only her scent being so close, but the blood pumping to her engorged and still wet clitoris. Dante allowed himself a casual, blind lick, tasting her, before he lifted his head, opened his mouth and covered her clit, sucking softly.

  Alex groaned and held his dick upright. Both knew he needed blood to be erect, but that didn’t stop Alex from licking him, running her tongue along his length, coating him with saliva.

  Dante suckled on her and she continued to grind into his mouth, ever so slowly. And every movement brought more of her juices trickling into and over his mouth and down his cheeks, as she moved him to the side and kissed his balls, going back and forth over them with her tongue.

  Dante shifted his face slightly, licking the flesh continuously just under her arse, the joint of her groin and her thigh. He could hear her veins calling to him, her blood was there for the taking. Alex seemed to know what was coming, raising her head, arching her back and lowering herself.

  “Dante…”

  Alex shifted so he could see. But what he saw, he couldn’t believe. Alex held his cock, rigid and stiff. Yet he hadn’t taken any blood from her. Dante looked at his first natural erection in over two hundred years as a vampire. Their eyes met. Neither understood, but there was no need to question. Alex spun over him and positioned herself completely between his legs, looking up at him as she took the tip of him into her mouth, flicking her tongue over him. She slid down his shaft as she opened her mouth wide, taking all of him and sucked him slowly. Deeply. He could not help himself, pumping his hips softly into her mouth which she held still for. She pressed the base of his shaft, lengthening him even more as she released him with a plop, before turning her head and moaning as she slid her mouth along his entire length. She worked him over slowly with a fist as her mouth moved to his balls, sucking them one at a time.

  Dante kept his eyes on her th
e entire time, still not believing what he saw, and how someone could look so happy to be pleasuring someone else. The wet gargles from her throat caused him to lean his head back, and within seconds it seemed, she was on top of him. She positioned herself to accept him and took the initiative, placing him under her, and with a short moan, lowered herself and took him to the hilt after two efforts. Strands of her hair fell about her face, rocking slowly, mouth open, hands gripping her own breasts.

  Dante raised her up and she fell forward onto his waiting mouth groaning into his face as he thrust his hips up and into her as he felt her quiver around him.

  He changed his thrusts. Deep. Slow. Hard. Every one brought a gasp which pleased him. He pressed her up and followed, lowering her down to her back, taking himself out of her. She was breathless, leaning up on her elbows to watch him.

  He inserted two fingers inside her, her juices smothering them. Making sure she was watching, he ran the fingers over his cock, then pumped himself. He wanted her to watch. It gave him a shot of masculine power to see her not only watch him, but that he was using her to lubricate himself. Alex got the message, but didn’t stop her from opening her mouth in shock, before positioning herself to open her legs for him. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, after she dipped her fingers from his mouth and then moved them down between her legs.

  Her breathing quickened, playing with herself in front of him, a mock battle of erotic wits. Using each other for pleasure.

  “Tell me about your dream,” Dante said, this time using three fingers.

  “Which one?” she whispered.

  “The first time I tasted you… What did I do to you in your dream?”

  Alex tried not to smile but Dante saw her already flushed cheeks redden. “You made love to me.”

  “Is that all?”

  Alex shook her head, her smile widening, her fingers working faster. She was visualising it now. “You did things no one has ever done.”

  “Tell me.” He pushed more fingers into her, her juices were not running out, they were flooding him. “Tell me.”

  Dante paused, studying her. She did the same, not taking her eyes off him. Then she told him what she imagined him doing that night. “Turn around.”

  Alex looked shocked only for a second, before turning around quickly, presenting herself to him. He kissed down her spine, gently easing her cheeks apart, giving her light kisses across them. Slowly teasing her tight, puckered fantasy spot. Dante used just the tip of his tongue at first, but that was all he needed, until he sucked the perineum, nibbling it gently.

  “That’s it,” she gasped. “Just like that…”

  The act of him playing out her fantasies was enough for her to shake and Dante slipped away from her. She slumped forward, twitching.

  Alex gave a loud, yelp as Dante eased the tip into her anus.

  “Wait…wait…”

  Alex had her forehead on the pillow trying to catch her breath. She was still for a few seconds and then she readjusted herself. “Don’t move.”

  Dante ran his hand across her back as his answer. She moaned as she backed herself into him. He felt the tightness ease. and took a bit more of him each time. Dante kept still, and Alex took her time. Alex built up a rhythm, the sounds from her getting louder as she reached underneath herself. Dante took in the sight of her pushing back into him, taking more, her visible hand gripping her pillow with a tight fist. It was only until she had almost taken all of him did Dante take over. Alex used both hands to spread her cheeks and Dante took that as a signal. His hands replaced her own as she hugged her pillow, face disappearing into it. Every thrust brought a cry from her. But as the movements got easier, the sounds Alex made were more subdued, and Dante even spotted some teeth as she tried to hide a small smile.

  Alex turned to him and moved her hair out of the way, exposing her neck.

  “Do it.”

  “I don’t need it.” He gave a quick thrust as a reminder to her.

  Alex gasped, but recovered quickly. “I do…”

  Dante clicked his fangs down and Alex bit her bottom lip, opening herself up ever more. Dante lowered himself on top of her and sunk his teeth into her neck. Alex cried out again as he bit down, her blood pooling around his mouth, holding her hand and gently moving inside her in time with sucking in her sweet stickiness as his groin pressed into her arse slowly. Before rising and sinking again.

  *

  Alex felt tingles in her temples. She held Dante’s hand and tried to give him as much indication she was all right as she could, even though she whimpered from what he was doing to her. She would never be able to tell him what this was like for her. To experience something like this with someone that loved her. She had never felt so daring, so free and so beautiful as she did with his mouth on her or him inside her. She wanted to give him everything she had. She would never let anyone else do this to her. And she never would’ve thought she could’ve enjoyed it. Loved it.

  He moved his legs to spread her knees as she used a hand behind her to grip his hair, helpless underneath his weight and strength. The sounds that escaped from her indicated pain, but she pressed his face further into her, demanding he keep going.

  He angled himself deeper, and she clamped her teeth down onto her pillow, in pleasure. He let her hand go and held her by the waist. His thrusts were rhythmic like now, easing himself into her with strength and purpose and her body responded. She relaxed and let him keep going. Submitting to it, her face to the side, eyes closed, breathless repetitions of his name. She couldn’t move, even if she wanted to. Her legs wouldn’t respond, her mind was blank. There was no sound she could make that revealed the shudder her body felt. He must’ve felt it too as he bit harder the moment her pleasure hit. But she wasn’t done yet. There was one thing she needed, and she needed it now.

  “I want you to cum…” she breathed.

  He released his bite and eased himself out of her. She needed a minute, her limbs tingled, her head pulsed bringing silent giggles. She turned side on and took his lips, pulling him in again for a kiss. She tasted her blood, drinking it, moaning appreciatively against his lips. “You need to cum…now”

  Dante shook his head but Alex wasn’t having it. Grabbing him and bringing him down on top of her. “Yes, dammit.”

  Alex reached between his legs, positioning him where she needed him. She made him look into her eyes as he paused. “Please…”

  There was a second, perhaps two, but Dante supported himself with his two hands and sunk lower to her neck. No biting this time, just his mouth. Alex gave a loud gasp as Dante buried himself to the hilt between her legs. No easing. Just entering the woman he loved. Her. Claiming her like she wanted him to. His quick thrusts caused her hips to rise to match them. Her legs straightened in the air by their own accord. She held him so close to her neck there was no space between them. They were skin on skin, their lips continuously kissing, breathing into his mouth. Alex crossed her ankles above his arse, increasing her cries, holding him closer, gasping and moaning. “Don’t stop”

  Alex felt her climax building, yet another. She had never pushed herself like this. No, no one had ever pushed her body to the brink like this. Relentless, continuous sex. But this was Dante. This was different. Even he was groaning with his exertion. Instinct took over. Alex clamped her mouth on Dante’s neck and bit down.

  Dante’s reaction was instantaneous. He hissed her name and proceeded to relentlessly pound her into the mattress. Alex screamed into his neck as she felt the contents of his balls flood into her. But he didn’t stop thrusting. His fangs flared and face clenched. He sat up and lifted her hips off the bed, arching her back, holding her up by the arse, her entire body quaking as the tip of his cock continuously and deliberately cannoned into her g spot.

  Her body clenched and pleasure burst through every limb, every crevice. Flashes went off behind her eyes. Sparks burst in her mind as her vision blurred. Sound was muted; all she could hear was the rapid thump of her
heartbeat. She was numb. Her arms lay outward, her legs like jelly. She felt herself rising. Like a ghost. She could see herself from above, legs wrapped around Dante’s furiously pumping waist, her feet bouncing.

  Dante bowed over her, perhaps checking on her. But she was fine. More than fine. Alex saw herself reach for him and place his head on her chest. After several seconds, she descended back into her body.

  Whether it was a weird freak-out or something more, Alex didn’t know. But she did know it was the greatest feeling she had ever experienced. And after some much-needed sleep, she wanted to go again.

  “I’m so sorry,” Dante said suddenly.

  Alex was breathless, dazed, smiled through her reply. “What on earth could you possibly be sorry for…”

  “I…I…”

  Dante was looking down between them. The blood he had ejaculated. Alex made him look at her. “I don’t care. I wanted you too. We’ll shower. I’m fine… Come here.”

  Alex brought him down and turned away from him, yet holding his arm across and under her chest, kissing it before relaxing into her pillow. She had wanted to know what made him go hard without blood, she had wanted to tell him so much. That love was not the word she would use. She was in love with him. Her mind was a pleasantly numb, blissful void. But one thing was clear, although she felt it wasn’t the time to tell him. She had made her choice about her immortal future, and what Dante offered her.

  “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  Surprisingly, Alex was in such an exhausted daze, she wasn’t sure which one of them said those words. But she didn’t care.

  *

  Father Thomas rose from his chair and stretched. He checked the clock on his desk, but realized that the tap tap sound wasn’t the ticking of the hands. It was slower than a second hand, now he took the time to listen. Tap. Three or four seconds. Tap.

  It wasn’t in the room, it was outside his office. More like the main foyer.

  He moved outside and flicked the light to brighten the pitch-black hallway. Nothing. Strange. The power couldn’t have gone out as his desk lamp was unaffected. Burst bulb perhaps.