Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2

by Black, Jaid

  Her knees locked together to keep her on her feet and the wall at her back kept her standing. “You want to turn me? Make me a vampire?”

  He nodded, still holding her hand. “I don’t want to lose you to old age or illness. Humans are frail. You’d be much stronger as a vampire.”

  She yanked her hand out of his and hugged her waist. “No.”

  Pain etched on his features. “Why not? Isn’t that something tempting? You’ll never age and I’ll always protect you. I’m a skilled warrior. Only the sun can kill you or a beheading. No one would ever get close enough to stake you to the ground or touch that pretty head of yours.”

  “I…this is insane. You don’t even know me. We had sex once and while I kind of thought you might be a vampire, you’re real. I’m still reeling from the fact they exist and why would you offer that to me? I don’t understand.”

  “Kisses don’t lie and nor do our bodies. You’re a perfect fit for me.”

  “It was sex one time. That’s crazy to think just because it was good that we should get married. We’re strangers.”

  “We’ll have a long time to get to know each other.” He smiled. “I look forward to it.” He paused. “And if you believe that was just good sex I obviously need to take my time the next round.” His gaze lowered to the tie of her belt. “Open it up. I’m on my knees already and just hook a leg over my shoulder.” He brushed his hair back, winked, and licked his lips. “I’ll show you greatness.”

  Her jaw dropped open. “You…”

  “Plan to do a little worshipping of your bonnie body.” He reached for her.

  Matty launched herself against the wall, avoided his hands, and ran for the door. The guy planned to seduce her, bite into her again, and make her a bloodsucking creature of the night. That wasn’t on her “to do” list. He might be hot, have a rocking body, be totally hung, but no guy was worth giving up chocolate forever. Besides that, they were strangers.

  She nearly reached the door when an arm snagged her from behind around her waist. Kilt hugged her to his body, wrapped his other arm over her chest, and lifted her right off her feet. She twisted her head to stare at him with fear as he frowned at her, inches from her face.

  “Don’t be afraid.”

  “Put me down!”

  “I won’t hurt you. Are you afraid it’s going to be painful? It won’t.”

  “I don’t even know you and I’m not ready to get married. Or whatever you call it.” She struggled but his strong arms refused to release her. She did however feel his body respond when something hard pressed against her ass. She froze and gawked at him.

  “Sorry.” He shrugged, turned them both to face the bed, and sighed. “I can’t help it. I want you despite this not being the best time to be sporting a pole.”

  “A pole?”

  He cleared his throat. “My dick is hard any time I touch you. Is that clearer?”

  He gently dropped her on the bed and Matty rolled, sat up, and her gaze lowered to the breeches. He either wasn’t wearing underwear or they were thin because his “pole” was pointing straight out, the material of his pants stretched taut. She raised her eyes to stare at him.

  “We’re not having sex and don’t bite me.”

  “How about we make love but I don’t bite? I’m prepared this time for how strongly I will react to you.” He grinned. “I need to convince you it’s better than good between us.” He stared at her lap. “Open the robe and I’ll take you to heaven.”

  “Um, no. Fangs and that area aren’t meeting. No way. I don’t have any piercings down there and never plan to get any.”

  He chuckled. “Do you know what fangs are good for when I’m licking you?” He parted his teeth, revealing they were fully extended. “They fit perfectly on the sides of that pretty little pearl to give my tongue full access. I won’t have to use my hands to keep you spread enough to get to it well. They will be otherwise occupied.”

  The vivid picture he painted made her breath freeze inside her lungs and her body responded. She inched back, scooting away from him. “I think I should go home.”

  “Damn. I was afraid of this.” He frowned. “You’re scared. I won’t force you to turn but you’ve got to at least give us a chance before you say no.”

  “You want to date me?” She paused, considering that. They could get to know each other. It wasn’t as if she had a social life. The idea of it wasn’t scary. Of course they wouldn’t be going out to dinner since he admitted not eating food. Maybe they could see movies together. “We could try that.”

  He turned and reached for his sword. Fear gripped her. Would he kill her for refusing to become a vampire? He discarded it and fiddled with the belt he’d removed. He turned, holding up fur-lined handcuffs, and her fear eased. The relief was short-lived when he lunged at her.

  Blaron hated to do it but he needed to convince Matty they belonged together. She cried out when he grabbed her, he was careful not to hurt her, but she put up a hell of a fight when he stripped her of her robe. He was careful not to bruise her creamy skin as he gripped her wrists, tugged her up the bed as her feet kicked at him, and secured her wrists through the bars of the headboard.

  “Asshole!” She tried to kick him in the face.

  He dodged her foot, barely, and grunted when it impacted his shoulder instead. The lass had fire and he loved her a little more for it. His Matty was a fighter. He wouldn’t bite her, he would refrain from tasting her blood. She struggled when he released her, her hips rising from the bed, her feet flat on the mattress, and his cock hurt from the sight as she twisted and wiggled.

  He backed away and reached for the waist of his borrowed breeches. He hated the feel of them, the constricting material rubbing the crown of his straining cock, and sighed with relief as he tugged them down. He sat, yanking the damn things off his legs and tossed them to the floor. He was a kilt man. He moved on his hands and knees, watching her wear herself out, and grinned at the curses she muttered. His lass had a mouth of a sailor when her temper was riled. He found it adorable.

  She’d learn he’d never take her by force. He’d never be a brute to her but this was for her own good. Lethal would try to harm her if she attempted to run away, and her old life was gone. Guilt ate at him a little bit over that but he’d been in shock after finding her.

  Chapter Six

  “Now, Matty,” he sighed. “Calm down.”

  She glared at him. “Let me go. This is your idea of convincing me you’re honorable? Stripping me and handcuffing me to a bed?”

  “It’s not perfect but it will do.”

  “Jerk. Asshole. Creep!”

  He grinned. “I just heard you use more colorful terms.”

  “You’re amused?” She’d fought the restraints until she grew tired. “This isn’t funny.”

  “It’s not.” His gaze lowered down her body. “Open those pretty thighs for me and I’ll improve your mood. I won’t bite you this time and I won’t turn you during the heat of passion. You have my word as a gentleman.”

  She snorted. “You’re a vampire.”

  “I’m one who wants to pleasure you.”

  “You want my blood. You admitted to using sex to get women to allow you to feed off them.”

  He looked hurt at her words. They stared at each other and he sighed.

  “You’re more than that to me.”

  “Let me go, Blaron.”

  “Give us a chance first. I will convince you or give your life back.”

  She wanted to believe him. Why does it feel as though I’m making a deal with the devil? A hot, sexy one, who keeps staring at my thighs as if I’m a big kid’s meal he’s starving for. She hated how her nipples hardened, knowing it didn’t have a thing to do with the room temperature but more for what would happen if she gave him access to her pussy.

  “You’re saying if we have sex again, you’ll let me go it doesn’t convince me to marry you? You know that’s screwed up, right?”

  He smiled again. “I do
love that term. Up. Down. Hard. Fast. Slow.” His eyes seemed to glow. “Any way that will please you and make you scream out my name while I’m inside that tight, wonderful sheath of yours.”

  Her body wanted him, tingled from his words, and it pissed her off. “Fine. Your word, Blaron.” She glared at him. “Do your worst but I’m going home.” She took a deep breath. “No biting.”

  “No biting. I love a challenge, lass.”

  His hands reached for her and she spread her thighs at his urging. She dropped her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. No matter how good he might be at oral sex, she had a life to get back to. She probably had nothing to worry about. Men had gone down on her before but it hadn’t been great. They sure hadn’t made her scream their names.

  She relaxed when the bed moved and he spread her thighs apart. She glanced down, saw him sprawled out on his belly, his face inches from her pussy, and he raised his arms. They braced over her legs to hold them down. His gaze met hers and he gave her a cocky grin that showed his fangs.

  “They won’t cut you and I’ll show you how you’re going to love them.”

  Fear and excitement fought for dominance. She’d kill him when he let her go if he bit her tender skin. He breathed on her clit, making her more aware of the vulnerable position she was in, and she pulled on the handcuffs that refused to release her wrists. The sensation of being tied and pinned to the bed had a certain amount of sexual appeal.

  He lowered his head and growled softly, a masculine sound that turned her on. He nuzzled his mouth against her folds, she tensed when she felt two fangs brush her clit, and they pressed tight against her skin on either side of it. It seemed to push the bundle of nerves closer to the tongue that teased her with a slow trace of the tip of it. Matty squeezed her eyes closed and her fingers wrapped around the chains of the handcuffs.

  He tortured her with flicks of his tongue over her clit until it throbbed. When he applied pressure, pushed the flat of his tongue against it to rub, she tried to buck her hips but the weight of his arms kept her down. She jerked though when he reached up and both of his hands found her straining nipples. He pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling the taut nipples, and her body tensed.

  Moans broke from her lips. His forearms pinned her but his fingers drove her crazy. “Faster. Please?” She hated begging but she wanted to come so bad it hurt.

  He refused to quicken the pace. Instead he kept the slow gliding of his tongue until she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her body. His tongue paused until she stopped trembling and the pleasure eased. His hands stopped pinching and instead massaged her breasts, kneading them gently. She gasped when he began again, his tongue fixating on her clit.

  “I can’t,” she panted. “Too sensitive.”

  He ignored her and she cried out when he began sucking on her instead. Strong tugs of his mouth with the occasional swipe of his tongue made her writhe and moan. She came again, his name bursting from her lips.

  “Blaron!”

  He mouth pulled away. “Will you marry me?”

  “No.”

  “I’m not done.”

  “You can’t mean to keep doing that until I say yes.” She had a sinking feeling he did. And damn him, he was good at it. She wouldn’t survive hours of him licking her.

  “Aye, lass. I do.”

  “Bastard!”

  He chuckled. “But I’m all yours.”

  She gasped when he nuzzled his mouth against her pussy again, his fangs fitting around her clit, and his tongue licked her slowly. Her toes curled, feeling the side of his ribs, and hoped she at least tickled him. Her breathing grew faster as she panted and he refused to let up until she came again. She screamed his name that time. Her body bucked from the intensity of it. He pulled away.

  “Matty?” His voice was a little rough sounding. “What say you?”

  “Fuck you.”

  He growled. “That’s next.”

  She gasped when he sat back on his haunches. He gripped her thighs, crawled in closer until they were spread over him, and his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy. She stared at him, a little afraid of the dark, dangerous look on his handsome face.

  “I won’t hurt you but I have to have you. Say yes.”

  She nodded, wanting him. She hurt inside, needing to be filled. The orgasms had been great but they’d felt a little empty. He entered her, her body stretching around his thick cock, and both of them moaned.

  His hands slid down her thighs, cupped her ass and adjusted her a little higher on his lap. He rocked them, fucking her deep and fast. His thumb moved to press over her clit and Matty went wild. The sensation of him inside her and touching her clit, his powerful body taking hers, too much ecstasy to handle with the ability to think. She screamed out as she came and opened her eyes in time to watch Blaron throw back his head, his body tensed, and he shouted out her name as he came inside her. He shivered, his muscular, sweaty body the sexiest sight ever, and his chin lowered and their gazes met.

  “What say you, Matty?”

  She couldn’t form words. She was too blown away by what he’d just done to her and too out of breath. His eyebrow arched as he smiled.

  “Again? Okay, Matty. I can go all night and day for you.” He adjusted his hold on her, running his fingers over her lower stomach. “We’ll both learn new limits of how much we can survive.”

  He began to move inside her, still hard, this time in slow, long drives, nearly withdrawing from her pussy, only to drive back in deep. He paused there, staring into her eyes, and withdrew. Her fingers clamped around the chains and her back arched. Blaron smiled.

  “I’ve had hundreds of years to learn how to please a woman but none mattered as much as you. Think of doing this every night.”

  She moaned in response when he brushed a thumb over her swollen clit. Her vaginal muscles clenched, and Blaron groaned.

  “Matty, my love, say yes to me.”

  She nodded, wanting to come again. His hand released her ass and he bent over her, bracing his arm on the bed next to her ribcage. His mouth took hers in a kiss that was so tender, so passionate, that she wished she could cling to him. Her wrists strained against the handcuffs and she whimpered in protest.

  More of his weight came down on her and his fingers brushed hers and she felt a hard jerk on the chain. Her arms lowered when he snapped the restraints. Her fingers delved into his hair, holding his mouth closer while she kissed him back. His hips rocked them into another shared orgasm and he broke the kiss when they both cried out.

  “Love me, Matty. Allow me to love you, darlin’.”

  She opened her eyes to stare into his. “This is totally not fair.”

  He smiled. “Love isn’t fair but it sure feels amazing, doesn’t it? We’re right for each other. I’ll keep convincing you.”

  “I’m never going to win an argument with you, am I?”

  He chuckled. “I’ll let you win sometimes. I like the idea of you restraining me to a bed and convincing me you’re right.”

  The idea of him tied down at her mercy excited her. He smiled. “I hear your heart racing. Like that, do you? I’d allow you to do anything to me you want. I’d welcome it. We’ll be happy together.”

  Her life flashed inside her mind. She’d become a recluse, no life outside of her home, and she’d been lonely. Blaron was offering her a life with him. She trailed her hands down to his cheeks, staring into his eyes, and knew she didn’t want to lose him. It might be scary to face an unknown future but at least it was one. He gave her such a look of longing and hope that she believed he wanted to be with her.

  “Will it hurt?”

  “I’ll love you always and make you happy. There’ll never be pain in my arms.”

  “I mean turning.”

  He grinned. “No. I will let you drink from me while I drink from you. It’s not the way you’ve seen in movies. We’ll sleep after, both of us tired, and when you wake you’ll feel the same. You’ll just need t
o drink blood from a bag.”

  She grimaced.

  He chuckled. “For you I’ll drink from the bags and you can drink from me. Way more pleasurable and it’s what a good man does for his woman.”

  “It sounds gross.”

  “You know how it feels when I lick your little pussy? The fangs feel almost as good when you sink them into my skin and drink from me. It’s sexual and I’ll fuck you while you do it. I promise you’re going to love it. I just may have to quit my job since we won’t want to climb out of bed for a few hundred years.”

  She took a deep breath. “Okay.”

  He kissed her again, the passion between them igniting, and he slowly began to fuck her. Matty moaned when he pulled his mouth away. Their gazes met.

  “Drink from me, love.” He brought his wrist to his mouth, bit down, and pressed it against her parted lips.

  She thought she’d gag but he began to fuck her hard and deep as his fangs sank into her neck. Pleasure and pain blurred as she drank. The taste of blood barely registered. It was just Blaron, the bliss his body gave hers, and the taste of him. She grew lightheaded as she came. The climax made her pull her mouth away from his wrist when she cried out his name.

  Blaron’s fangs left her skin and he licked her wound. He turned his head, met her gaze and smiled while he licked his wrist closed.

  “That’s it, love. Sleep. I’ll clean us and we’ll cuddle until we wake. I’m with you.”

  Matty closed her eyes, too tired to even speak.

  Epilogue

  Matty woke when two strong arms lifted her. She was confused until she met Blaron’s gorgeous eyes. The blue of them seemed more brilliant, more breathtaking, and he’d put her on his lap straddling him as he sat naked against the headboard on their bed. Memory returned and she stared at him as her hands gripped his bare shoulders.

  “I survived? Am I dead?” She flushed at her words. “I mean, am I the living dead now?”