by Jane Hinchey
She looked back at the mirror, at her once rose-colored nipples that were now a deep, almost glistening red. They really were quite stunning, she admitted, turning her shoulders and examining them from different angles. What else had changed? Wriggling out of her jeans she stood to examine her naked body. The biggest change was her skin tone, her tan lines gone and her skin an all over luminous golden color, topped with berry red nipples.
"You like?" she queried, not looking at Zak but still running enraptured eyes over her reflection.
"Very much," he growled, pushing away from the doorframe and stalking toward her, his eyes glowing. She turned toward him, watching him as intently as he was her.
"Do you like?" he arched a brow, his eyes dropping to her chest. She ran her hands up over her rib cage and cupped herself.
"Oh yes!" she breathed. "I wasn't expecting these...changes." She grinned in delight.
He moved closer still, crowding her. She backed up, allowing him to steer her backward into the shower stall. With a flick the water streamed from the showerhead, temperature pre-set to a wondrous warmth. The needles of water bounced off her skin, a sensation she'd never felt before. Kinda like acupuncture on steroids. Then Zak was in with her, clothes and all. Grabbing the loofa hanging over the tap handle, he squirted soap on it and began washing her, spinning her and starting at the nape of her neck before working his way down to her feet, turning her again and working his way back up.
"Touch me," she begged when he softly ran the loofah between her legs.
"Not yet," he growled, continuing his upward journey. Finally, he reached her neck, dragging the sudsy loofah across her collarbone before letting it drop to the tiled floor. With trembling hands, he cupped her face in his hands and brought her mouth to his. Her mouth was hot, wet, delectable. He explored her with his tongue, scraping across her fangs until she could taste his blood. She groaned, rubbing up against him, needing more, her blood burning through her veins for more, more of him, his taste, his scent. She mimicked his movements, thrusting her own tongue into his mouth and scraping her tongue across his fangs, her blood flooding his mouth.
With a roar he grasped her against him, pushing her upper body against the cool tiles, lifting her off her feet. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Don't let me hurt you," she breathed, tearing her mouth from the kiss.
"You can't," he assured her, capturing her mouth again and thrusting his tongue inside, mimicking his hips thrusting against her.
"You're overdressed."
"So I am." In record time he shucked out of his clothes, leaving them in a wet pile on the shower floor. "Now where were we?" He lifted her again; this time when her legs went around him her core hovered tantalizingly close to his cock. He chuckled when he felt her wriggle her hips, trying to initiate contact.
"Nuh-uh. I have some making up to do."
"What?" She frowned, thrusting against him in frustration. Tilting her hips she ground herself against his stomach, the friction delicious, the scent of her arousal surrounding them.
"You're killing me here," he growled, mouth dropping to her neck where he sucked, pulling her vein close to the surface and laving it with his tongue. One hand wrapped around her waist, keeping her pinned to the wall, the other glided across her wet flesh, cupping the weight of her breast. His thumb flicked across her nipple and she whimpered, writhing against him. His head lowered, capturing the bud in his mouth and laving her nipple with his tongue.
"Oh God...Zak!" She pushed herself further into his mouth. "More...please..." Her body wriggled and writhed, wet and slippery against him, every touch burning. Every nerve ending was heightened, every touch super sensitive, pushing her closer to the edge. Christ, she was about to come and he hadn't touched her there yet.
He lowered her legs to the floor, keeping an arm around her waist to steady her. His mouth moved to her other breast, biting and teasing, her red nipples becoming tighter, darker. She was mewling, small noises in the back of her throat while her fingers dug into his scalp, fisting his hair. He knelt before her, pulling her thigh over his shoulder as his lips trailed lower, across her ribcage and abdomen, pausing at her navel to dip and play before going lower still.
"Zaaaakkkkk," she begged, needing his touch, the anticipation killing her. Then he was there, his hot mouth closing over her, his tongue pushing between her folds, lapping at her in long strokes. Her legs wobbled and he pushed her harder against the tile, keeping her upright while his tongue pushed deeper, harder, faster. A finger joined the action, pushing into her, then withdrawing, over and over. A second finger, then a third, pushing her wider, feeling her walls clench around him. He pumped her and she writhed against him, pushing herself against him. He kept her hovering on the edge, withdrawing his fingers, slowing his tongue.
"No, no, no," she wept.
He curled a finger up inside her, searching for and finding the small smooth ridge, stroking over it while he laved her clit with his tongue again and again. She shattered, her climax screaming against the walls as she fell apart around him, drenching his hand, her walls tight against his finger as he tongue continued its relentless pulsing against her. Finally, he withdrew, allowing her to slide down the wall so she was sitting before him, legs spread, eyes closed, a dazed expression on her face.
Opening her eyes she gazed at him, her irises redder than ever.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God."
"Good?" he grinned, pride in his voice.
"Incredible," she agreed, slowly coming to her senses. A different hunger hit her, driving every other thought out of her head.
"Feed." His voice sounded so far away. Then her face was pressed into his neck. Without thought, her fangs sank into his flesh and she drank, bliss pouring down her throat, heavier than water, sweeter than syrup. This time it was he who groaned against her, pressing his erection into her stomach and rocking. Minutes passed, until, sated, she pulled her fangs from his flesh, running her tongue over the wounds to seal them. He pulled away from her, erection straining but looking at her with a strange expression on his face.
"What?" she asked defensively, "what did I do wrong?"
"Nothing...you...you stopped drinking. On your own, I didn't have to pull you off. Then you sealed the wounds. I hadn't even taught you that yet."
"Guess I'm just rocking this vampire business then." She grinned cockily. She eyed his erection. "Let's take this to the bedroom, there's something I want to do." He didn't have to be asked twice. Rising to his feet he flicked off the shower, pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in a towel.
"I'm going to finish you off in a way you've only dreamed of," she purred. He almost came listening to her sultry voice and the wicked things she promised. Who knew Georgia would turn into such a sexual siren now she was a vampire.
She threw the towel over her shoulder and walked loosely across to the bed, hips swaying.
"Come," she purred, eyes dark with passion, "stand before me, Zak." Her eyes lovingly took in the muscles tapering from his broad chest down to his narrow hips ... his erection jutting proudly. He moved to where she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hold yourself," she commanded. One brow arched but he did as she requested, taking his shaft into his hand.
"Bring it to my lips," she whispered. He groaned, easing himself to her mouth where she licked the tip. Leaning forward she ran her tongue over the head. He groaned. She grinned. His skin was so smooth, so sensitive. She gazed up at him, running her tongue along the slit.
"Delicious," her voice deepening into a husky growl. "Don't blow too soon, Zak," she warned, "I'm just getting started."
Lifting her hand she fit her fingers along his shaft, feeling him pulsate in her palm. She stroked him, his breath whistling between gritted teeth when her fingers brushed his balls. A drop of moisture beaded on his head and she ran her tongue around it.
"Suck me," he begged. She leisurely swirled her tongue over the head again, then drew him deeper, licking as s
he sucked. She pumped her fist on his shaft as her mouth followed in time, her free hand cradling and stroking his balls.
"I'm about..." His voice was ragged, his hips rocking. She upped the pace, greedy for his release, wanting to feel it, to taste it.
"...to come..." His body froze and with a roar, he climaxed, spurting jets against the back of her throat. Warmth slipped down her throat as he groaned his approval, "Yes, yes, Georgia!"
With a final groan, he pulled away and she collapsed back on the bed, a grin on her lips. How primal.
Zak flopped next to her, breathing hard. She turned her head to find him watching her.
"You are the most beautiful, sexiest, woman I have ever laid eyes on," he murmured, his hand lazily tracing patterns across her stomach. He propped himself on one elbow, head resting on his palm as he continued to allow his fingers to drift across her skin. He'd loved her body when she was human, but now her skin glowed with luminosity, golden and, he knew, hypersensitive.
"Zak," she purred back arching, seeking more of his touch. He was hard, again. Grabbing her, he dragged her further up the bed, settling himself between her thighs. His hand dipped to the core of her, she was so hot and wet, ready for him.
With one swift thrust, he entered her, withdrew, plunged into her again, twisting his hips to make Georgia feel things she didn't know she could.
She began to orgasm almost immediately. She could feel herself clenching his shaft again and again, while he shuddered and sweated above her, already on the verge himself.
"Oh God," she cried, her orgasm continuing on, his cock sliding inside her, never easing the pressure, the pace. He was merciless, kept plunging, plunging, driving her higher.
"Harder!" she demanded.
"You want it hard?" With a growl, he flipped her over, pulling her to her knees. Knowing what he wanted she rose up on her elbows, ass in the air. With his hands clamped on her hips, he pounded into her. Her forehead lowered to the mattress, exposing the nape of her neck. He moved his body over hers, hips still thrusting and sank his teeth into that exposed flesh at the back of her neck. She screamed, her climax clenching him so hard it was as if she'd had him in her fist. He released her neck and straightened, thrusting harder. She reached up and braced herself against the headboard, her upright position adding more friction. His hands swept up the front of her body, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She pushed back against him, harder, harder.
So close, he was so close. Needed to take her with him. While one hand continued to pinch and squeeze at her breasts his other delved between her legs, rubbing against her clit, pressing, releasing, massaging, tickling. He could feel her muscles tensing, feel the tension building, and he pounded harder. Almost there.
Another scream. She shattered, arching, hips pushing back into him and her head falling forward. Yes, yes, yes. His balls drew up tight. He sank his fangs into her neck and his climax hit him, roaring through his blood, hips surging forward uncontrollably, pistoning between her thighs, emptying into her over and over.
He pulled her into his arms as they collapsed onto the bed. He pressed a kiss to her damp temple and whispered soothing words as she struggled to calm her thundering heart. She laid a limp hand against her chest, feeling the beat.
"I thought I shouldn't have a heartbeat?" she questioned.
"During the transition, you don't, then it kicks back in. Same with breathing. You don't need the oxygen anymore, but it doesn't hurt to breathe, makes us less of an anomaly when we're amongst humans."
"I hate it when you're right," she muttered.
"I don't follow." He frowned at her sudden change in subject.
"The sex. We couldn't have done it like that if I was still human, right? That was no holding back?"
"I let you have it all, baby," he agreed, stroking her. He grinned when she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her long chocolate hair draping around them as she leaned town to brush her lips across his mouth.
"Why do I still want more?" she whispered, her hips slowly undulating over him, the delicious friction rubbing his hard again cock against her clit.
"Remember I told you about the blood lust?" He cupped her breasts, pulling a nipple to his mouth where he laved it with his tongue.
"Urgh," was her garbled reply, tipping over the edge into a passion-filled haze.
"And I told you that sex and blood got all mixed up in this burning need?" He pushed against her and she pressed back in return. So responsive.
"That's where you're at." His own breath caught in his throat when she fisted him, squeezing and pumping his cock. Arching into her he nearly dislodged her from her perch on top of him.
"Nuh-uh-ah." She released him, pushing him back to the mattress. "This is my ride." Positioning herself over him and lowering, sheathing him inside her. She alternated between raising and lowering her hips, then swiveling them in a rocking motion. He'd lost count of how many times she'd climaxed; she was relentless, wanting more, more, more. She'd slow the pace to a crawl, torturing him, then speed up, riding him fast and hard. Sitting upright and bouncing on his dick, she reached back, cupping his balls. He climaxed with a roar, bucking against her, his fingers bruising her hips where he held her on him.
26
They remained in his room for two days. Two days of sex and blood, blood and sex. Georgia would never have survived as a human, but as a vampire she was insatiable. Her blood lust was nothing compared to her lust for him. She only had to look at him, his wicked grin and sparkling eyes, and she wanted to peel off his clothes and mount him. Eventually, she knew she'd have to face the real world. Marius was still out there, and Skye was probably anxious to check on her. And Zak needed to check in on his warriors.
Stretching, she slid off the bed. Shower and dress. She could feel him watching her, knew if she turned and met his gaze she'd be back in his bed and it'd be another twenty-four hours before they surfaced.
"Cut it out," she growled, striding across the room and grabbing the bathroom door handle, only to have it come off in her hand. What the?
"Egg shells, Georgia," Zak reminded her. Right, right. She was super strong now. He'd told her to touch everything as if it were made of eggshells. Except him. She could touch and squeeze him as hard as she liked. Which she did. Often.
Giving what she hoped was a gentle push, the bathroom door fell off its hinges. Ok, not eggshell level yet. Casting distressed eyes to him, he nodded in encouragement. Almost too scared to touch the light switch, she gently, softly gave the lightest touch with her forefinger. The light came on without sparking or fizzing. Buoyed by her success, she moved over to the shower, reaching in to flick the tap on. Careful, careful, careful, she muttered, brows drawn together in concentration. It felt like she'd barely made contact when the water began streaming from the showerhead. Pleased she hadn't ripped the plumbing from the wall, she stepped beneath the spray. Ahhh, the water over her sensitive skin was almost sexual, like a million fingers caressing her.
Cut it out, she told herself, quickly cleaning her body and washing her hair. She stepped out, not trusting herself to linger under the seductive spray. Back in the bedroom, Zak had tossed some clothes on the bed for her and again, she carefully picked them up and dressed. Success, no tears. Zak was dressed and waiting for her, handsome in black fatigues. Her hair was still wrapped in a towel and he moved behind her to massage her scalp and dry the still dripping ends. He ordered her to sit on the bed while he knelt behind her and gently combed the tangles out of her hair, the long waist-length strands curling around his fingers as he worked.
"I need you to stop," Georgia growled, blood heating and pooling, the familiar desire surging through her at breakneck speeds.
"What if I don't want to?" He swept her hair back from her neck and placed a kiss upon her skin.
Suddenly she was on top of him, pushing him down while straddling his hips. He laughed.
"We'll never leave this room again if you don't stop leading me on. I can't
resist you."
As much as he loved her passion and insatiable thirst for him, Zak could see the distress in her eyes. Grabbing her by the shoulders he transported them to the door, setting her away from him.
"It's okay, love," he promised, "we'll keep you to bagged blood when outside of our room. And if it looks like you're about to tear my clothes off and have your way with me, I'll transport us back here." He knew she was worried she'd disgrace herself by shagging him in front of everyone.
Georgia nodded. Hand on the doorknob, she gently turned, this time opening the door without damaging it. She threw him a triumphant grin over her shoulder as he followed her out.
She halted at the top of the stairs. Looking down, the warriors and Skye had gathered. She could feel them watching her, all eyes intent. Rattled, she took a step back, bumping into Zak who steadied her with a hand on her hip.
"They're not going to hurt you," he whispered in her ear, then eyed his warriors, his gaze demanding they back down. "They're a little unbelieving that you could have gotten your blood lust under control so quickly. They think you'll fly off the handle any second."
She looked at him. "I won't, will I?"
"Doubtful. You have amazing...control." His innuendo was clear and she elbowed him in the ribs.
They descend the stairs, side by side, hand in hand. At the bottom, Skye pushed forward and hugged her. The warriors relaxed and gathered around Zak, updating him on what had been happening over the last few days - not much - and their plan of attack on Marius. They drifted toward the conference room and Georgia could actually feel his presence pulling away from her, like a shadow of herself. She stood with Skye and watched the others leave while examining the bond between her and Zak stretching, stretching, stretching. But it didn't break. It just stretched and flexed between them, never breaking but always there. So this is what it meant to be blood bonded, she mused.
"You look amazing." Skye smiled at her, standing back and running her eyes over her sister.