Her curiosity grew.
“So, you need my blood to stop the thirst? How does that work?”
He moved closer to her on the sofa. She couldn’t deny the attraction - his beauty, his power. Once he was right beside her, she watched, mesmerized, as he slowly placed his hand on her thigh. A flush of heat pervaded her core, and a shiver of need ran over her skin at his touch.
“Yes, I need your sweet ambrosia baby, but it will be done when I’m buried inside you and you’re screaming with pleasure, that’s when I’ll have a taste of you. You will enjoy it, I promise.”
She was almost swept away by the seduction of his words. She licked her lips, realizing with surprise that she wanted to kiss him, wanted it very badly. His lips looked extremely soft, but that would start something she wasn’t ready for… being a live blood bank to a vampire.
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you wanted my blood right now.” She batted her eyelashes and licked her lips again.
“If you are wondering if I want you, don’t wonder, baby. I want you more than you can possibly imagine.”
Their eyes locked, and she leaned forward slightly, wanting to kiss him, at least once. If they were blood-mates, she might know for sure with a kiss; after all, she was a witch.
Slowly she reached to place her hand gently on the side of his face. He turned his head and took a deep breath, before licking the palm of her hand. She thought it should feel weird, but it didn’t; it felt good. Better than good. Of its own volition her body moved closer to him, and now they were nose to nose.
“This doesn’t mean I accept you as my blood mate.”
He didn’t respond, but closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. She took a chance then. Her lips barely touched his, but a low growl came from his chest. She kissed him over and over again, with soft little kisses, until he took control. With his lips he coaxed her mouth open and deepened the kiss. They were all tongues and hands. He pulled her onto his lap. She was loving it. She was not sure if she loved it because he was her mate, or the fact he was so sexy, but either way, she never wanted it to end.
Her body was on fire. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands moved up and down her back as they continued to kiss. She broke the kiss, and he began placing soft kisses on her neck. She wondered briefly if he would bite her, but at this point it didn’t matter. Her hips started grinding against him.
“Baby, I want you so bad, but I can’t keep kissing you with you grinding that sweet pussy on me. I want us in bed, naked.” His voice was breathy; she continued to rock against him as he spoke.
“I’m not resisting,” she said, panting.
It was all the encouragement he needed to pick her up, rush her to a bedroom and place her on the bed. Her body burned with desire, and all she wanted was to feel him inside her. She continued to lead him, pulling her shirt over her head and unhooking her bra, tossing them both to the floor. His hands cupped her breasts, and she leaned down to grant him better access. His tongue darted out, licking her nipples until they stiffened and stood proud. She was full, overflowing, bursting with lust and excitement. He flipped her over onto her back and slipped his hands into her leggings, pulling them down her body. He planted kisses on her pelvic bone as he pulled them completely off. The anticipation was thick in the air.
She lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, ready for him to make her body sing with pleasure. As he watched, she slid her hand down her body to her center, moving her fingers round and round, moaning loudly. She slipped her finger inside herself as her eyes locked onto his, sliding it in and out until she saw him breathing harder. He stopped her and took her fingers in his mouth, sucking them hard as she watched him. Her lust built even higher, and now she wanted to taste him. She needed to have him in her mouth, to taste his essence and have him come undone under her touch. It will be amazing, she thought with a last shred of rationality. She raised her head to watch him, and it turned her on even more. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted any man, to feel his cock filling her, stretching her, making her come over and over. She spread her legs wider for him, exposing herself not only physically, but emotionally as well. Every touch called forth a moan, and drove her desire almost to her breaking point.
“I’m going to enjoy making love to you.” His voice was deeper than before, and more sensual.
“Don’t make me wait… take me!” she rasped, her voice hoarse with her need.
He dipped his head between her legs and used his fingers to open her folds; he licked her from the apex of her thighs until he reached her clitoris. He continued to lick and suck her, moving his tongue faster, then slowing down, and she gripped his head to hold him still while she pumped her pussy to the speed she desired.
“YES!” she screamed. “Let me taste you,” she pleaded, pulling at him.
He didn’t stop, but flipped her onto her stomach, and almost before she realized what was happening, he pulled her hips back toward him. He lifted her legs from behind, placing them on his shoulders, and lowered his mouth to her.
“Damn, baby, I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered as he sucked and licked.
She pulled at the sheets, hoping to get a hold on all the pleasure she was feeling, but she was unable to hang on. He flipped her onto her back again, and started on her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and with the first flick of his tongue she came, hard and loud, screaming out in pleasure as she fell deep down into a dark pool of ecstasy. When she floated back to consciousness, he was kissing her neck, gently cupping her breasts.
“Let me taste you,” she said. Her voice was raspy from all the screaming and moaning she’d been doing.
He placed a soft kiss on her lips, and nodded okay. Regaining her strength, she moved until her mouth was at the head of his cock while her ass was toward his face. She kissed it before opening her mouth and taking him in. He moved her body over slightly, giving him access to her pussy, to let his fingers pleasure her as she feasted on him. Her head moved slowly up and down as she embraced his taste in her mouth.
She took him deeper and deeper, wanting to feel him exploding. She felt his fingers moving inside her, and she pumped her body in time to his thrusting of his fingers inside her. It was not long before she felt his cock began to shake in her mouth, and she heard him moan and felt a hand gripping her hip.
“Ahhh.” A long, sighing moan was drawn from him, while her mouth filled with his warm juice. She raised her head to look at him, and with the sexiest expression she thought she had ever seen, he pulled her toward him. He kissed her, a deep, lingering kiss. She could taste herself on his mouth.
“It’s my turn again,” he said, and laid her gently down.
Chapter Eight
He loved the taste of her pussy on his tongue. The idea that it was finally happening, that at last he was making love to his blood mate, had him in a dark pool of ecstasy. He could feel his thirst running through him like the beat of drums. It was not unbearable, only because he was so close to her and had tasted her sweet arousal. He admired her body as she squirmed under him, anxious to be inside her. Her moans were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear more.
With a supernatural speed, he stripped. He didn’t want anything to touch his body but his blood-mate. He opened her legs again, wanting to bring her to an orgasm with his mouth.
“Baby, you’re addictive,” he said, just before he pushed his tongue inside her pleasure pit. She started to shake and moan, pulling at his hair and shoulders, and it drove him to a frenzy of passion. He held her legs further apart, licking and gently sucking, over and over. Soon he was rewarded with the flood of her arousal filling his mouth. He moved up her body, reveling in the myriad of sensations as her hands tugged at his arms to draw him closer.
As soon as he reached her mouth, she started kissing him again. He had never wanted to kiss a woman since he had been turned, but it felt right to kiss Rachel.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, giving her a chance
to change her mind. Even though they were both fully naked, he would still allow her to back out of this. He didn’t want her ever to feel forced.
“Please…” was all she said. He took her moaning as permission to go ahead.
He adjusted his cock at her entrance and it was as if his body recognized her. As he lifted her leg up onto his hip he pushed forward, entering her, and he felt a pain he had never consciously recognized leave his body. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, as he knew he was bigger than usual. Once he felt her body begin to move, he began a slow rhythm, lazily pushing in and out, building the tension. She lifted up her head as her body arched off the bed, meeting him with each stroke.
He started to feel his fangs coming forth, so he buried his head in the pillow next to her, but never missed a beat.
“Do it, you can taste me,” she urged.
Unable to control his need, he began to place soft kisses on her neck, while increasing the speed of his thrusts. He lifted his head slightly, and just as she began to come, he bit down into her neck. As the warm scarlet liquid filled his mouth, his body began to shake. Background noises of which he had been unconsciously aware of had all of a sudden ceased. His body calmed as he sucked more of her blood. He could feel it streaming through his body, and as he reveled in it, almost fainting with the pleasure of it, the thirst stopped, flicking out as if it had never been.
He could feel his cock shaking inside her body, but he wanted her to come again for him.
“Let it go, baby, I want to fill you.” She submitted to him, climaxing while he finds his release.
He pulled her close to him as she catched her breath. Her head was lying on his chest and he rubbed her back gently, wondering what to say. He didn’t want to make it weird, but it was an urgent necessity that he speak to her about the blood-mate bond. From what he had heard they were now bound forever, and he felt guilty for not giving her a ring.
Just as he felt ready to talk to her, he heard a low snore. He allowed her to sleep, lying quietly as the small sounds of the day seeped back into his awareness, savoring the absence of the thirst, the cessation of the constant craving. He was complete. This, just this, he thought.
Life was perfect.
Morning came too quickly, and fatigue was starting to overtake him, but he was not going to rest until he spoke with his love.
He slipped out of bed, put on his pants and wandered into the kitchen. He was not sure what she would like for breakfast, but he could at least make her some hot coffee. He had seen that done enough that he thought he couldn’t mess it up. While the coffee was brewing, he scrabbled in the junk drawer for a pen, and added her aunts’ names to the list at the door. He figured they should be arriving soon.
Back in the bedroom, he stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her beauty. Something hit him from behind, hard.
“What the hell?” he yelled, as he was thrown across the room.
His fangs were out and he was in defense mode when he saw it was Rachel’s aunts. Rachel jerked awake, looking confused and unfocused, sitting up to pull the cover over her breasts. One side of her hair was flattened, while the other was a tangled mass. Her aunts threw their hands in the air, yelling and screaming, and Rachel wrapped the sheet around herself and jumped out of the bed.
“Get behind me!” He pushed her behind him, holding up his hands to show he was no threat.
“You kidnapped our niece and we find her naked!” Maxine started chanting a spell. All the furniture began to rise from the floor, and he could feel the ground shaking.
“You need to stop this; I’m not going to allow you to do this.” His voice was powerful.
Rachel moved in front of him, putting one hand on his chest and holding the other out to her aunts in a gesture of warding. They looked at her in surprise. She turned to Markus and smiled.
“I know you think Markus has harmed me,” she said, “but he hasn’t. I left with him on my own.”
Even though they were her aunts, he was not going to let them take her away, or harm Rachel trying to hurt him.
“You get dressed and get over here, right now!” Paula screamed.
“He’s my blood-mate, and he knew you would look for me, that’s why you’re able to be here. It’s to keep you safe as well, please trust me. I’m fine.” Rachel spoke with passion.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
“Are you saying you’re with this bloodsucker?” Maxine took a step forward and he took a step back, pulling Rachel with him.
“I’m saying you see me naked in a sheet sleeping, he’s my mate and I’m his, please leave the room, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
She seemed finally to have gotten through to her aunts. They gave him an evil look and walked out of the room. Rachel closed the door with a wave of her hand, then turned and buried her face in his chest.
“This is new for me, and I’m still trying to understand it. Now I have to explain to my aunts, whom I love dearly, about something I don’t understand myself.” Her arms came up, wrapping around his neck.
“I’m a businessman. I sell all sorts of things to supers, to all kinds of people. If you want me to speak for you I can. It’s new to me too, although I hear it’s becoming less rare these days.” He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead.
“You know I don’t know anything about you except you’re a vampire, persistent and a great lover.”
Desire rose in him. What he really wanted was to take her to bed again. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“If your aunts were not in there waiting for you, I would kiss you for hours, and feed from you some more.” He leaned in, inhaling her scent.
“You are going to be a handful, I can tell. Put me down now. I need to get dressed and go speak with my aunts.”
He reluctantly set her down and took a seat on the chair in the corner. He watched her as she dressed, fixed her hair and stood for a moment before the door, taking a deep breath, clearly bracing herself for conflict. As she opened the door, he was right behind her. He didn’t want her to face them alone; besides, he felt partly responsible.
In the sitting room, Maxine was sitting by the window, and Paula on the sofa.
“Please, Aunt Maxine,” said Rachel, “come over to the sofa. I want to talk with you both.”
Silently, Maxine left her chair and moved to the sofa. Markus didn’t want to impose on their conversation, but until he was sure they wouldn’t try to take her away, he was not going to leave her alone. He was able to think more clearly, now that the thirst was no longer stabbing at him, but he was not taking any chances.
“I have been drawn to Markus from the very first night he came to the condo in his building. I didn’t say anything because… to be honest, I don’t know why myself. As he continued to seek me out, I wanted to be around him even more. I know it sounds weird, but he also felt a draw to me. Although he also had a bloodlust for me, it was never his intention to harm me. I will give you both a chance to speak, but this place is to protect us. Not only is the coven seeking me, but The Directive as well. So before you try and kill him, understand he’s trying to keep you safe as well.”
Her body visibly tensed and he wanted to go over to her, but he waited to see how her aunts respond. He knew that Rachel wanted them to accept their mating. The long night was catching up with him and tiredness rolled over him like a wave, but he would not leave her alone to deal with her aunts.
“If he’s your mate, then he drinks your blood?” Paula asked.
“Yes, he does, it helps him, and it gives me a pleasure that I’ve never felt before.”
The fact that she experienced pleasure from his bite had eliminated, for him, any doubts he had about the blood-mating, any thought that he could be wrong about it. Now, he had to watch as she tried to convince her aunts about them being together.
“You have made the decision on your own, without any coercion from him?” Maxine spoke harshly.
He couldn’t help her with this, but he wished she didn’t have to defend their relationship. In his view, it ought to be a private matter. “I’m sorry about this,” he mouthed to Rachel. She shook her head at him.
“I’m not leaving him, so what are you going to do - accept him, or what?” Her voice was low, and he could feel her pain, not in an empathic way, but directly and physically. He had heard that drinking from a true mate, could cause them to become connected in this way, but had not believed it.
Paula frowned. “He hasn’t hurt you, forced you to be with him?”
“No he hasn’t. He’s been nothing but a gentleman. I would like to have a wedding and have you both there, once we get past people trying to kill me.”
Her words held true for him, as he didn’t think The Directive would kill her, but the coven needed her dead. His body tensed at the thought of her dying. It would surely kill him.
Her aunt Paula stood, walked over to her and gave her a hug.
“I love you, and if you want him to be a part of your life I’ll accept it. I don’t have to like him, but that’s beside the point. But we still need to keep you alive, and that’s more important right now.”
Rachel was crying in her aunt’s arms and he stood, wanting to stop her tears and make her happy. Maxine glared at him, but moved along the sofa, and they all hugged.
At last, he thought it would be okay for him to sleep. He stood and walked toward the bedroom. Rachel got up from the sofa and followed him.
“Where are you going?” she asked, smiling.
His heart softened at how naïve the question was. One day, after many moons, he would be able to go into the sun, but as of right now he needed to sleep.
“I didn’t get any sleep, baby, and besides, I’m a vampire. We sleep during the day.”
She nodded her understanding, but he needed to kiss her before he did anything. He pulled her into the bedroom, pinning her against the wall. He soon discovered that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. They kissed deeply, forgetting everything else in their mounting passion. The need rose in him to taste her sweet essence again, but he didn’t want to make her weak. He hadn’t told her about her drinking from him yet, but he would soon.
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