Constantine

by Alicia Sparks

  As if he knew what she was thinking he leaned to the side and reached beneath her. As she continued to suck his cock he covered her wet pussy with his hand, his palm resting against her clit as his fingers spread her labia, teasing her, gently pulling her apart but not slipping his fingers inside her.

  She arched into him, trying to coax his fingers to move, but he resisted. Still she continued to suck his cock, reveling in the feel of his hand in her hair while his other hand teased her pussy.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” he moaned against her.

  “What do you want, Constantine?” she whispered, smiling wickedly.

  “I want you. I want you ten thousand ways. I want to sink my cock into you while you sit just like this, your beautiful ass in the air. I want to bend you over the edge of the sofa and drive into you while you cling to the pillows. I want you to impale yourself on me, sitting in my lap while I watch you move, watch your breasts bounce in time with your cunt.”

  “How do you want me right now?” She stopped sucking him and began stroking him slowly while her free hand caressed his balls.

  “I want to worship you. You tell me what you want.”

  “I just want you inside me. I want you to take me, to show me what two thousand years of history has taught you.”

  “So you’ve decided Roman history may hold a few gems after all?”

  “Like I said, I’m smarter than your average antiques dealer in a miniskirt.”

  “That you are.”

  He covered her hand with his and then moved it from his cock.

  “What are you doing?”

  “It’s your turn. Now lie back and enjoy. I want to show you how crazy you make me.”

  “Spoken like a true leader of Rome.”

  She lay back on the sofa while he moved on top of her. His cock pressed against her opening. “Open your eyes,” he whispered. She opened her eyes as he sank into her. The heavens and earth collided as his body took hers. He filled her so completely she thought she’d die from the sensation. Her breath hung in her throat as he continued to move. He wasn’t in all the way yet. She relaxed against him, reaching down to spread her labia, hoping to give him more room to move.

  “You are beautiful,” he whispered into her as his balls finally rested against her.

  “Shhh. Don’t talk.” She covered his lips with her fingers as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her body. Her pussy quivered as she swiveled her hips and arched her back. She didn’t want this moment to ever end. He took her to some other place where ancient Aztec gods and vampire clans didn’t exist. It was a place where a man from two thousand years ago and a woman from today could make love and no one would question their sanity.

  His hands sought out her pussy, spreading her lips open as he looked down at his cock moving in and out of her body. “So beautiful.”

  His thumb flicked against her clit, causing a unique blend of pleasure-pain. It was more than she could stand. Moving her hand to cover his, she pressed his fingers on the edges of her clit and guided him as she drew tiny figure eights around it. That was the way she liked it. He continued to thrust in and out as his fingers moved, grazing her clit but avoiding touching it outright as he pressed against her.

  Her hands went up to cover her breasts, tweaking her nipples, teasing them as he continued to move around her clit. With each thrust she felt his cock press against her cervix, filling her to the hilt. She wanted to scream out, wanted to thank whatever gods had brought her this man. In all her dealings with antiques she had never found one nearly as erotic as the one whose cock was taking her body and making it his own.

  Her thoughts fled as her orgasm built. Somewhere deep inside her body another place and time collided with this moment. Her nails dug into his arms as he remained still, buried inside her. Her orgasm pulled his from his cock. She felt it build as he began to spasm inside. Then he threw his head back, let out a primal growl and thrust into her one last time. Wave after wave of come shot into her body and joined with hers before spilling out of her pussy.

  This was how it felt to be sated. God, she’d read that word so many times in books but had never known how it felt to be completely satisfied. He looked down at her and smiled before covering her mouth once more, slipping his tongue inside, staking his claim on her in the darkness.

  “I have fallen in love with you,” he whispered against her ear before giving it a playful nip.

  “I believed you earlier. You don’t have to convince me.”

  “I know this complicates things.”

  “Yes it does.”

  “I’m here to help you. In a few hours we’ll find this stone of yours and place it in the hands of someone who can protect it. Someone who has more power than either of us.”

  “Who are you talking about? I’m not giving up the stone.” She pushed him off her. Her pussy clenched, attempting to catch his cock even as he slid from her body.

  “Just listen to me. I know someone who will help us.”

  “Who?”

  “Vlad.”

  “Vlad who?”

  “Tepes. From Romania. He’s a…”

  “Vampire.” She pushed her hair away from her eyes. How crazy was this that she had come to accept the existence of things, of people, who should not exist? She had studied Vlad briefly in high school and knew that his death had been mysterious. If she remembered right Constantine’s “death” had been mysterious as well. So many questions still swirled in her mind. “This is too much to take. I need a shower.” She stood but he grabbed her hand, forcing her to stand still.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t push me away from you. You may not like my answers but don’t push me away. What we just shared was the most beautiful, most incredible thing, and I won’t let you shut me out now.”

  “You don’t know what we’re up against.”

  “And you don’t know Vlad. He held off the Turkish army. He will help us.”

  “I hope you’re right about this.”

  “Trust me.”

  Trust. Not something she was accustomed to doing. There was Trinity but outside of her there were very few people whom she trusted. The only reason she trusted the monks who guarded the stone was because they had taken vows of silence. At least they wouldn’t tell anyone where the stone was buried.

  “I’ll try,” she managed as she felt tears well up in the backs of her eyes. “That’s all I can promise.”

  “It’s enough for now.”

  He finally released her hand and she didn’t look back as she stepped into the bathroom. Things had gone too far and now she felt as if she were spinning out of control. When had she lost control? The face in the mirror didn’t even resemble the woman from a few days ago. This one was changed, almost beautiful. Beautiful and in love.

  Chapter Six

  He stood at the bathroom door listening to the shower before he slowly pushed against it, hoping she had not locked him out. Thankfully she hadn’t. He stepped into the steam-filled room and closed the door behind him.

  Water ran down her back, illuminating her skin as she stood beneath the flow. He was in love with her. It had happened so quickly he didn’t even think it was possible but as Trinity had pointed out to him, it was obvious.

  He stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her soapy body against his. She let out a gasp when he touched her then she relaxed in his arms. The water flowed over his back as the steam rose, enveloping them in a safe haven.

  “Why did you follow me?”

  “Because I have to convince you how much I need you.” He kissed her back, ignoring the water as it brushed across his face.

  “And you won’t rest until you do?”

  “Helen. Sweet Helen.” His hand stroked her cheek as she turned in his arms. Then his finger grazed her bottom lip, teasing the drops of water that had gathered there.

  “You’re incredible.” He smiled slightly before pulling
her to him. His fingers gently lifted her chin as he lowered his face to hers.

  Desperation enveloped him as she fell against him. It was as if someone else had taken over his body, forcing him to take what he wanted.

  She opened her lips for him, allowing his tongue to delve into her mouth, to breathe his soul into her system, to send liquid fire through her body just as it was rushing through his. Her hands wrapped up in his hair, pulling him in deeper until they stumbled against the wall.

  Covering her breasts with his hands, he kneaded her flesh, gently rubbing then squeezing like a man who had been set on fire. He could feel the need coursing through his body. But there was something else going on beneath the surface, something he couldn’t understand. It was as if they were enacting an ancient ritual, dancing to an ancient rhythm as their bodies clung to one another.

  Bracing her with one knee, his hand sought out her pussy. One finger ran along her labia, teasing her skin, causing her clit to stand at attention while her cream continued to spill onto his leg. Her fingernails bit into his arms and she dragged them around to his back, holding him closer to her.

  “You are beautiful,” he whispered against her lips.

  “So are you,” she managed.

  “I want to love you,” he whispered against her ear.

  “Constantine.”

  “Yes, love. Say my name. Do you feel me?” Slowly he licked the nape of her neck then moved around to her shoulder, biting it slightly, causing a sweet sensation to flow through her, causing her to quiver even more.

  “I can see Rome when I look at you.”

  “And I can see it when I look at you. You and I have known one another before. And now I am here to protect you. But I need something from you.”

  “What do you need?”

  His answer was muffled against her hair as he lifted her against the wall. He pressed his cock to the opening of her vagina, teasing her with it, rubbing it against her but not giving in and taking her. Slowly he slipped his cock into her body, filling her completely. He stood perfectly still, pressing her back against the wall, digging his fingers into her hips.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he impaled her with his cock, filling her with his desire.

  His lips closed over hers, feeding on her, hungrily opening her mouth to slip his tongue inside. She opened for him, ground her pussy into him and threw her head back against the wall. Tears stung the backs of her eyes at his confession. There were no other words needed. This was something that couldn’t be explained using words. It was truly otherworldly.

  Her nails went into his back as he rocked her up and down on his cock, causing her unshed tears to spill down her cheeks. She pressed against him, rubbing her clit against his pubic hair, moving against him in an attempt to show him how this affected her. His pace slowed.

  “Why are you crying?”

  “I don’t know. I just feel you so strongly. It’s like you’re a part of me.”

  He smiled and pushed back her hair. “I am a part of you. Now hold on. I want to take you back to bed.”

  He carried her back to the bedroom, his fingers caressing her ass as he moved. Gently he laid her down. They were still joined as she moved her legs from around his waist to place them up close to her hips, opening her pussy for him even more. Her hands sought her nipples, which had sorely been neglected earlier. Now they stood proudly as her hands closed over them, teasing them, tweaking them, causing them to ache from the sensations.

  He smiled down at her before leaning forward, closing one hand over her left breast while the other sought out her clit. As he lowered his mouth to take her nipple his fingers found her clit and began to slowly draw figure eights around it, avoiding touching the tender nub. She struggled to move against him, to force his hand to graze her clit rather than move around it. There was no use. He had her firmly in his grasp and his hips held her firmly in place.

  Moving his mouth to take the other nipple, he slid his hand down to her labia, rubbing against his cock, massaging her as he made tiny circles with his cock inside her body. Her pussy squeezed him, holding him in place, begging him to give her the release she needed while his tongue darted across her nipple.

  “You taste like the heavens,” he whispered before running his tongue back and forth in the valley between her breasts.

  “You feel so good.”

  “Good. Do you want more?” he teased, almost pulling completely out of her before pushing his cock back inside.

  “Yes.” She arched her back.

  “Can you give me more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Roll over.”

  She obeyed, rolling onto her knees, raising her ass in the air, spreading her legs so that her pussy opened for him. It felt so wet, she could imagine how slick it looked, covered with her juices. He moved away from her rather than taking her as she thought he would. Instead he placed his hand over her vagina, covering her labia and clit. Then he slowly pressed inward and upward, causing her g-spot to stand at attention. He began to rub her pussy without taking his hand off it, slowly at first then with increased friction, concentrating on her clit.

  Each time his palm pressed against her clit she let out a whimper. He was teasing her beyond belief. Finally he slipped his fingers into her ever-so slowly. When he was in to his knuckles he began moving them in and out with such intensity she could hear her juices swirling around him, squeezing out onto his fingers. He then crooked his fingers forward and brushed against her g-spot, sending her into orbit. As her pussy quaked around him he pulled his fingers from her body and slowly slid his cock into her again.

  It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build. She threw her head back, forgetting for a second she was already against the wall. She laughed at herself as wild abandon coursed through her.

  “Oh gods, Helen. You are incredible,” he groaned against her ear. The low growl he emitted echoed his orgasm as he clung to her, his arms wrapped around her, his breath on her neck as he shot his hot seed into her body.

  Her mind raced with questions as her body overloaded from the sensations of loving him. She clung to him even as she wanted to push him away. There was nowhere to go. She knew they were bound to one another now.

  Chapter Seven

  “Getting the stone won’t be a problem. Keeping it will be.” Helen looked like an ancient warrior with her hair pulled back in a long braid and her tight jeans. Her look was accented by a leather jacket and dark sunglasses.

  They had left Trinity at Helen’s apartment, still sleeping in the darkened rooms. She had enough money to get out of town as soon as night fell. Constantine hoped they would also be long gone.

  “The stone will be safe with Vlad.”

  “I hope you’re right about that. I’ve fought for too long to keep it hidden.”

  “I feel I should tell you something. There is so much more to my presence here than you realize. More than I had realized.”

  “Save it. We’ve got to get to the church if we want to get the stone and have it safely tucked away by nightfall.”

  “Then we shall come back here and deal with Sebastian and his brood.”

  “Yes. Then we will take care of them.”

  She led him down the stairs and out into the street. Her car was not far away. As he slid into the seat he knew he should be honest with her. He needed to tell her exactly what had happened before his fateful battle so many years ago. The desire to have everything out ate away at him as she pulled the car out onto the street.

  Later. There would be time to discuss this later. For now they had to acquire the stone and then make their way to Romania. He watched as the sun streamed in through the window, dancing in her hair. He reached out to touch her knee. She glanced at him sideways before covering his hand with hers. There was no need for words now. They were on the same mission and had the same desires. Right now they must recover the stone.

  “Tell me about Vlad,” she finally spoke, her voice still heavy with sleep. She ha
d not slept well last night, which was mostly his fault due to their lovemaking. It was a fact he did not regret.

  “Vlad. He is not what history has made him to be. None of us are. But we have made grave mistakes. We all made the mistake of vanity.”

  “You all made deals with devils you couldn’t control.”

  “We were deceived.”

  “How many are there? How many of you made this deal?”

  “There are twelve of us. The twelve black rainbows.” He sucked in his breath as he spoke. “You would not know we were immortal seeing us on the streets. We have had centuries to deal with our places in the world. We have gone down in history but we have not succumbed to it.”

  “So who else is roaming the world that I should know about?” She gave a nervous laugh but he sensed her tension when she removed her hand from his.

  “There are many of us. People whose names you know aside from Attila, Justinian and Vlad.”

  “And you guys are all here in modern times? Shit.” She pulled the car off the street, parking it haphazardly in the loading zone of a nearby store. “I have to take a minute.” Unbuckling her seat belt, she turned to him. “Who else is here? How did you all get here?”

  “Not everyone is here for the purpose of good. Most of us have confined ourselves to our places in history and exist in the real world as nameless, faceless revenants. We all died mysterious deaths, as history will tell you. There are others who long for the power promised us back when we made the deals.”

  “Who did you make this deal with?”

  “With your Aztec gods, long before the Aztecs were a known people. They are ancient. The gods transcend time. They were banished to Central America and they sought their revenge.”

  “So everything really is connected.”