Paranormal Nights

by CJ Ellisson

  “My heart hurts. I want to… But… And Tory…”

  He stroked her back until some of the tension she carried disappeared. “Simply spend your days at my side. For my sanity and your protection.” He sighed, mind whirling with possibilities. “As for Tory, we’ll discuss the situation with Carac. He’s one of the few that could possibly Change someone successfully. The care she’d need post-transition is immense, but if both of them agree…”

  His Fire’s eyes widened, sparkles of hope flaring to life in their depths and a smile gracing her features. In that moment, he realized he’d move heaven and earth, engage in any bargain, to see that happiness for the rest of his days.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, love. He may not agree. Hell, Tory may not want to be Changed. But it warrants a discussion.”

  Wren shifted in his arms and brought their lips together in a bone scorching kiss. Her tongue lapped at his lips and he opened for her, her taste flooding his mouth. His body craved her like its next breath.

  Griffin twined his tongue with hers, stroked and suckled, showing her without words what he’d like to do to her body. His cock hardened and lengthened, straining against the thin cotton pants.

  His Fire wiggled and shifted, thigh easing atop his hips and she ground against him. He thrust, relishing the pressure of her body along his. She whimpered against his mouth, teeth nipping at his lips and he responded in the only way his kind knew.

  Griffin bit her, sunk a single fang into the plump flesh of her lip and then lapped at the wound. Her fresh, crisp blood danced over his tongue and he could smell her musk fill the room. The more he took, the hotter she became, her arousal thick and heavy in the air.

  He let his hands wander and stroke her back, reaching to cup and tease her rounded ass. Her body called to him, each curve beckoning him, urging him to touch, lick and taste her from head to toe.

  Wren writhed, movements growing rougher with his every suck, every nip and lick. He scraped his tongue, opening a small wound and he was rewarded with a full body shudder. His Fire moaned deep, the sound vibrating through both their bodies when his blood flowed into her.

  She became uncontrollable as she climbed atop him and pressed her body to his, knees on either side of his hips. Her hands roamed, his sweet little bird touching him everywhere at once.

  His dick was rock solid now, balls drawn up tight and hard. His Fire nearly burned him as she encased him in pleasure.

  “Wren.” His voice was hoarse as he forced the sound past his lips. Gods, what she did to him.

  Wren smiled, a wicked tilt of her lips, and then slithered down his body, curves caressing him with every inch she traveled. He watched, transfixed, when her hands went to the waistband of his pants, tugging at the elastic and exposing his hardened cock to the room.

  She lowered her head, eyes intent on him as she moved, and blew a warm gust of air across his aching member. When her red locks fell forward to stroke his cock, he immediately reached down and brushed it aside. He’d been dreaming of seeing her plump lips wrapped around his shaft and he wanted nothing obstructing his view.

  Griffin kept his hand tangled in her hair, gently cupping her head as she stuck out her tongue and lapped at the droplet of cum that’d formed on the tip of his cock. The warm wetness sent a bolt of arousal up his spine, his fangs descending and pricking his lower lip as she wrenched control from him.

  Her delicate hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping his dick from top to bottom and back again, twisting and tightening as she traveled over his length. He moaned, her soft touch not quite enough, merely a teasing.

  Wren gripped him harder, wrapped her lips around the head and teased his slit with her talented muscle.

  “Fuck. Wren.”

  She giggled against him, the vibrations of her teasing sliding along his cock and centering on his balls. The pressure was building, shoving him closer to coming in her mouth and the thought of her swallowing his seed only served to stoke the fires of need even higher.

  His Fire tormented the head of his cock further, lapping at it, tracing the sensitive underside of the crown…

  “Suck me.” He rocked his hips, searching out more of her warmth. “Wren.”

  She hummed around his erection and ecstasy radiated through him, stealing his breath. Before he could beg for more, beg this sweet human to swallow him down, she opened her mouth and slid along his length.

  Hand working in time with her rise and fall, she sucked and lapped at him, tasted and tormented the vein on the underside of his dick. Wren swirled her tongue around the tip and then took him in once again. With her free hand, she cupped his balls, toyed with his sac, squeezed and caressed him.

  He couldn’t stop himself then, couldn’t keep his hips from rising and sliding deeper into her talented mouth. Reaching down with his free hand, he held her head steady as he gently thrust in and out of her.

  “Fuck. Perfect. Yes.”

  She moaned and hummed around him, the vibrations yanking him closer to orgasm with every slide of his cock against her plump lips.

  “Wren. S’good.”

  Griffin’s fangs nicked his lower lip, but the sting did nothing to deter his arousal. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside his Fire’s mouth and he had no doubt that droplets of his pre-cum slithered across her tongue.

  The tingles of release built and wrapped their pleasure-filled arms around his cock and balls, squeezing and petting him, teasing him toward orgasm.

  “Fuck. Stop. ‘Nough.” He fisted her hair and tugged, earning a growl from his little bird. “Wren. Wanna come in you.”

  Wren’s focus turned to him, her eyes flashing with arousal, and she slowly eased her mouth up along his shaft. Her tongue still taunted and teased, a hint of her teeth caressed his cock, but eventually she released him with a soft pop, flashing him a wicked smile when she was done.

  *

  Wren licked her lips, tingling from being stretched around Griffin’s cock. God, he tasted good. All salty musk with a gentle reminder of the taste of his blood. As much as the idea of savoring his blood squicked her out, it aroused her just the same.

  And how fucked was that?

  “Come to me.” Griffin’s voice was hoarse, deep and scratchy and it sent a tingle of need down her spine.

  He stroked her head, fingers trailing through her strands, and she leaned into his touch, nuzzled his palm before moving.

  While his gaze locked on her, she crawled from the bed. She whipped her top over her head, bra quick to follow, and then she wiggled out of her shoes, pants and panties until she stood nude before him.

  Any hint of self-consciousness fled at his expression. Pure desire painted his features, his fangs clearly visible and irises flashing red. If his cock wasn’t enough evidence that he wanted her, his obvious need forced all other hesitation from her mind.

  Griffin belonged to her. She was his Fire, his one and only, the other half of his soul. Even though she wasn’t all that sure that he had a soul to begin with, but whatever.

  His hands shifted, but before he could take control and grab her, she moved. In one swift shift of muscle, she hopped on the bed and straddled her vampire, soaking pussy nestling right along his shaft. As he’d teased her the last time they were together, she tormented him in return.

  With delicate precision, she rocked her hips, sliding her exposed pussy along his cock. With each pass, she ensured that his hot length stroked her clit, shooting explosions of pleasure through her limbs. She placed her palms on his chest, let him support her as she teased them both. Back and forth she moved, gasping and panting with every glance of the head of his dick over her bundle of nerves.

  His eyes had bled to full red beneath her ministrations, fangs a flashing white. Those deadly teeth didn’t frighten her. No, just the opposite. They aroused her beyond measure. She was desperate to have them sliding into her neck while he drank her blood. She only wished she had a set of her own so she could return the favor. The pleasure of his bi
te overwhelmed her and she ached to give him the same.

  Griffin’s hands gripped her hips, fingers squeezing her tight, but not stalling her play. “Wren. Lemme in.”

  She leaned down, flicked his fang with her tongue and then slid it into his mouth, groaning when he suckled and lapped at her blood. Reluctantly, she pulled from the kiss.

  “Ready for me?”

  He pulled her more firmly against him. “Always.”

  Rising and reaching between them, she placed the head of his cock at her heat and then lowered her body. Inch by glorious inch, Griffin filled her, stretched her weeping pussy until his entire dick was nestled deep within her sheath.

  As her pussy descended fully, she groaned when her clit came into contact with his pubis. A shifting of her hips yanked a moan from her chest and a flex of his forced a gasp from between her lips.

  “Fuck. Griffin.”

  He repeated the tiny shift, cock momentarily sinking deeper in a small thrust.

  Wren’s pussy clenched around his invasion, milking his shaft as every move stimulated her clit. Shocks of pleasure engulfed her with his slow, delicate seduction. She rocked with him, her bundle of nerves remaining in contact with his pubis as they moved together.

  “Yes. There. God.” She could barely speak past her gasps, the building ecstasy making it difficult to think, let alone breathe.

  Griffin helped her, hands guiding her movements as she sought her pleasure, chased completion.

  “Use me, my Fire. Use my cock.”

  “Oh, god.” A seductive tremble overtook her, growing from her pussy to engulf her whole body. Lightning bolts of pleasure stroked her nerves, toyed with her throbbing clit to wrap around her cunt. Her sheath spasmed around Griffin’s invasion, only serving to increase the building bliss.

  “Gonna.”

  Her nipples had hardened with her spiraling arousal, aching for stimulation, but her mind was too focused on the true source of her pleasure. With every breath, her pace increased, a more fierce rock back and forth while she truly used the vampire’s cock.

  Wren moved faster then, pussy sliding a little further along his dick before engulfing him once again, riding his hardness and stealing what ecstasy she could from his thick shaft.

  “Come on my dick, Wren. Then I’m gonna fuck you, ride this pretty cunt until you scream.”

  “Oh, shit.” That forced uncontrollable shivers to run into her limbs and her toes curled, muscles tensing one by one as her orgasm rushed forward. Her pussy clenched in rapid waves of pleasure. She screamed Griffin’s name, sobbing as her release blew through her from head to toe. The bliss circled her pussy and she arched, screaming to the ceiling.

  As the pulses continued to pound through her body, Griffin flipped their positions, her back nestling against the soft blanket and her vampire looming over her.

  He smirked, flashing a deadly fang. “Now it’s my turn.”

  “Yes,” she hissed, unable to do more.

  Then Griffin fucked her in earnest. He slid free of her pussy and then slammed his hips home again. He pumped in and out of her soaked cunt, their bodies meeting in wet slaps of skin against skin.

  He was right, she would scream.

  Clawing his arms and shoulders, she arched and fought against him, growling and begging for more.

  And he gave it.

  Sweat coated his muscled chest, breath coming in pants while he roughly pounded her cunt. He moved harder and faster, hips meeting her in an ever increasing rhythm while they sought their pleasure. He gave and gave.

  She took and took.

  Still recovering from her orgasm, the pleasure that had drifted away returned in a rush. Her sensitized pussy tightened around him and she rode the line between pleasure and pain.

  She planted her feet on the forgiving surface of the bed and met him thrust for thrust, working toward a second release, desperate for another taste of ecstasy from her vampire.

  And he didn’t disappoint. He moved with greater speed, thrusting into her with increased force and then he did what she’d been craving. Griffin leaned down, hips continuing to pummel her, and sank his fangs into her neck, sliding deep.

  A brilliant suction followed his secondary penetration and she screamed with the overwhelming bliss that overtook her. Further and further she flew with her ultimate release, voice growing louder with every passing second. In the back of her mind, she realized that the others could probably hear her, but she didn’t care.

  Then, once, twice and again and Griffin stiffened above her, his cock pulsing deep within her walls, his cum pumping into her waiting pussy. His release added to hers, extending it that much further.

  His bellow joined her shout while they came together and then no sound filled the room beyond their heaving breaths. Sweat coated them both, the sinful scent of sex filling the room, further evidence of their pleasure.

  Still gasping, Griffin eased to the side, bringing Wren with him and laying her across his chest.

  She was too tired to fight about whether she was squishing him.

  His cock, softening, still lay passive inside her pussy and she welcomed their continued connection. She was filled by him, body and soul.

  “Sleep, my Fire.” He brushed his lips across her brow and she figured, for once, she’d listen.

  *

  What felt like seconds later, the soft click of his door sprung Griffin awake, his body on alert. He cradled a sated Wren in his arms and was ready to defend his Fire to the death. He’d run into the Devil’s domain and had no problem going toe-to-toe with the demon if necessary.

  Thankfully, it was just Brom.

  Griffin snagged the blanket they’d discarded and was quick to cover his sleeping little bird. No one should enjoy his love’s body but him.

  “What?” He kept his voice low, unwilling to wake Wren.

  “I just wanted to tell you that Carac has decided we’re all to live on the estate until we figure out what’s going on. The Novices packed up your home and brought most of your belongings here. The rest is in storage.”

  Griffin closed his eyes and counted to ten. He hated having decisions made for him, regardless of the fact that living at the mansion made sense. Wren would have the close shield of the Protectors, Novices and the trainers that lived on the grounds.

  “And Wren’s things?”

  “I’ll send for them now.”

  He sighed. Wren wouldn’t be happy that others had gone through her belongings, but it couldn’t be helped since a very serious threat still lingered. “Very well.”

  Wren stirred and he stroked her arm, hoping to soothe her back to sleep.

  No such luck.

  “What about the glitter guy? Living here? And Tory?” She mumbled against him.

  Brom smirked. “No word from the king in response to the attack. For now, I’ve been instructed to tell you that the two of you shouldn’t worry about our current difficulties. And, yes, Carac has gently requested our presence for the foreseeable future.”

  “So, current difficulties is code for ‘nutso super villians’ and Carac did a decree thing, not a suggestion.” His little bird wasn’t an idiot.

  “Quite. And I believe Tory is a discussion best saved for our Sovereign when he’s in a good mood. You may be waiting for a little while.” Brom sketched a bow and disappeared. The move had been so reminiscent of the days of curtseys and cravats that Griffin smiled.

  His Fire wiggled against him and then settled with a soft sigh. “So, we’re shacking up and Tory is a ‘discussion’. Wouldn’t it be easier for her to do the blood exchange with her own Count Suckula instead of going fully vamptastic?”

  He chuckled. “We are. Did you think I was kidding about that? And a human can’t just decide to do the ‘blood thing’. A vampire has to discover that she’s his Fire and then complete the exchanges.”

  “So, you’re saying that it has to be a particular Count Suckula? Not just anyone?” Wren huffed. “Well, I’m sure someone will want her.
She’s fucking awesomesauce.”

  “I’m sure, love.” He wouldn’t laugh.

  “Anyway. I also didn’t realize the whole ‘moving in together’ thing would happen today. As in now. This second. It seemed more like a five year plan to me.”

  Griffin rubbed his chin over the top of her head. “Try five minutes.”

  She nodded. “I’m getting that.” A shift of muscles and his love was once again focused on him. “So.”

  “So.” He took in her tousled hair and ravaged lips.

  “Whatcha doing for the next gajillion years?” Her eyes twinkled, happiness shining bright.

  “You. Loving you, fucking you…” He growled and flipped her to her back, baring his fangs as he hovered over her prone body. “Nibbling on you.”

  Wren rolled her eyes. “No, that’s what you’re doing today.”

  “And tomorrow.”

  “Unless you have to be all Batman and save our city.”

  Griffin snapped his teeth. “Vampire, not bat, love. But I’ll always return to you.” He lowered his body, giving his Fire more of his weight. “Now, will you shut up long enough for me to kiss you?”

  “I don’t know, try to kiss me and we’ll find out.”

  So, he did. And she, in fact, shut up. For all of five minutes.

  God, he loved her.

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