Secret Life of a Vampire las-6

by Kerrelyn Sparks

  She felt hot and wet and aching with need. "Oh God, Jack, let me have it."

  He chuckled, his breath tickling her damp, tight nipples. "Are you begging, cara mia?."

  "I'm demanding!" She slapped his rump.

  He lifted his head to look at her. "What was that?"

  "I-it wasn't very hard. Sorta… playful, you know?"

  His mouth twitched. "Now you've asked for it."

  "Well, duh, yes. I have been asking—" She squealed when he suddenly dove between her legs. "Oh, oh!" All that licking, suckling, tweaking, and pinching had moved to a new location. She made a mental note to slap his rump more often.

  "Jack, Jack," she breathed. Pleasure spiked and spiraled, growing more and more tense. She strained, lifting her hips to meet his mouth. He grabbed her bottom and pressed her against him. With another squeal, she climaxed, and he groaned with satisfaction.

  She struggled to catch her breath. "Oh, Jack, that was—" He dragged his tongue over her with one long slow lick, and aftershocks rocked her body.

  He rose to his knees, leaning over her. "Cara mia."

  "Pimm?" She blinked a few times to bring him into focus. The blunt tip of his erection nudged against her highly sensitized skin. More moisture seeped from her.

  His eyes gleamed, still red. "I'm going to enter you now."

  Like she wouldn't have noticed? She gasped when he drove into her with one swift stroke. And he kept coming. "Wow." He was big. Her inner muscles spasmed with another aftershock.

  He winced. "I won't last long with that kind of torment."

  Was he actually worried about his performance? "I'm not keeping time. We have our whole lives together."

  He kissed her brow. "I love you, Lara."

  "I love you, too. Just the way you are."

  He smiled. "Then I'm home."

  He started slow, but soon they lost all semblance of control. It was as if he couldn't get close enough. He rose onto his knees and grasped her hips, grinding himself against her. She screamed as another climax jolted through her. He let out a long groan, then suddenly threw his head back as his fangs popped out.

  Lara screamed again.

  He released her and collapsed on the bed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He grimaced. "Merda."

  She sat up. He looked like he was in pain. "Are you all right? Are you… hungry?"

  He shook his head. The fangs were already starting to recede. "I drank plenty before coming here. I–I just lost control. I'm sorry I scared you."

  "It was just a bit dramatic, that's all." She decided not to let the fangs bother her. He couldn't help having fangs. He actually had good control, since he hadn't made any attempt to bite her. And he couldn't help being a vampire. She loved him the way he was.

  She smoothed a hand over his chest and down his belly. He was a beautiful man. Well-defined muscles. She trailed her fingers down the line of hair that led to his groin.

  "You're magnificent." She stroked the length of his manhood. Even relaxed, it was long and thick. She traced a vein. "How did it happen?"

  "What?" He lifted his head to look, then dropped his head back onto the bed. "I was born with that."

  She snorted. "I meant, how did you become a vampire?" She moved her hand down and cupped his balls.

  "I'd rather not talk about it."

  "Oh come on." She squeezed his balls gently.

  His mouth curled up. "Are you threatening me?"

  "No, of course not." She tickled him. "I'm just trying to persuade you to talk."

  "Playing with a man's balls does not lead to conversation."

  She stretched out beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. "I want to know all about you. Please."

  "I'm a bastard."

  "That's a given."

  He snorted. "My father was a terrible womanizer." He stroked her hair. "I'm not anything like him."

  "One woman is enough for you?"

  "Definitely." He smiled at her, and his eyes had returned to their warm golden brown color.

  "Tell me more."

  His smile faded. "I inherited my father's personal papers. Things that he didn't want included in his memoirs. Imagine a twelve-year-old boy reading about his father's struggle with the pox and his search for a cure."

  "Eeuw." Lara wrinkled her nose.

  "Exactly. Now you know why I don't like to speak of it. My father was in Paris when an attempt was made on the French king's life, and he met the man responsible for saving the king. There were some rumors about Jean-Luc Echarpe. Rumors that he had super strength and was invincible. My father asked him what his secret was, hoping to find a cure for his syphilis, but Jean-Luc refused him."

  "This Jean-Luc was a vampire?" Lara asked.

  "Yes. My father didn't give up. He suspected Jean-Luc knew a way to defeat old age and disease. Eventually, my father's investigations led him to Transylvania. He took a job nearby at the Castle Dux in Bohemia. That's where he seduced my mother. I never knew her, but I heard she died years later in an insane asylum."

  "Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry."

  "So was I.I feared my mother had died from syphilis, given to her by my father. And I feared I could have it, too. I was determined not to pass it on, so I decided to become a monk. My uncle persuaded me to go the University of Padua first. Then, when I was twenty-four, something terrible happened."

  Lara sat up. "You were attacked?"

  He smiled. "I fell in love."

  She swatted his arm. "That's not terrible."

  "It is if you think you have a disease that could kill. I wanted to keep Beatrice safe, so I used my father's notes to try to find a cure. A year later, my travels took me to Transylvania. I was riding toward a small village as the sun set. Three beautiful women appeared on the road."

  "And they were vampires?" Lara asked.

  Jack nodded. "I introduced myself, and when they heard the name Casanova, they jumped me. The next thing I knew I was in an old castle with the women biting me. I tried to fight back, but… they were very strong, and I grew weaker as they drained every drop of blood from my veins."

  "That must have been terrifying."

  "I woke up in a dungeon with a horrific hunger." He grimaced. "I wanted blood. I didn't know what had happened to me. I didn't realize I could simply teleport away. They encouraged me to bite their wrists. I did, but there was always a price for survival. They thought I would be a skilled lover like my father. You can imagine their disappointment to find out I barely knew the basics."

  Lara winced. She had been right. Jack didn't realize he was a wonderful lover.

  "After a few months, they threw me out in disgust. Said I would never live up to the Casanova name." Jack sighed. "I've never used the name since then."

  "Well, they were idiots. If you were any better in bed, I would have had a heart attack."

  He smiled. "They would have thought our lovemaking too tame. No swinging upside down from a chandelier or dangling over the parapet of a castle tower."

  Lara laughed. "You've got to be kidding." When Jack shook his head, she gasped. "They really did that stuff?"

  "Yes. They attacked a circus after I left, and they were much happier with a trapeze artist."

  Lara snorted.

  "I nearly died again, trying to make my way across Europe to Paris. I found Jean-Luc there, and he taught me how to be a vampire. Then finally, I went back to Venezia, hoping that Beatrice could still love me."

  "What happened?"

  Jack sighed. "She had died a month earlier during an outbreak of typhoid fever. I have always feared that she died believing I abandoned her."

  "Oh Jack." Lara touched his cheek. "I'm sure she still loved you. How could she not love you?"

  He took her hand and kissed the palm. "I have always been unlucky in amore till now. Over the years, I fell in love twice more, but the women rejected me when I told them what I was. I was afraid you would reject me, too."

  "I love you too much to lose you. And it's about time you f
ound happiness." She frowned at his blond hair. "But I have to tell you I'm not crazy about the new hairstyle."

  "I had to change my appearance." He pulled her close, so he could whisper. "Too many Malcontents know about Giacomo di Venezia."

  "Malcontents?"

  "That's what we call the bad vampires who enjoy killing. They call themselves the True Ones, since they believe they're following the true nature of the vampire—hunting and killing. They were cruel, violent mortals, and becoming vampires has only magnified their brutality."

  "So you and your friends are fighting them?"

  "Yes. I've investigated so many of them over the years that I know how to act like one. I came here with my new look, speaking Czech, and calling myself Henrik Sokolov."

  "Which is your real name," she whispered.

  "Yes. I pretended to be an old friend of Jedrek Janow, who died last December, so he can't confirm it. I dropped some other names, and I knew so much, like the location of this place, that Apollo bought it."

  "Thank goodness." She raked her hand through his short blond hair. "You took a big risk."

  "The others are close by. They would have charged in if I'd put out a psychic message for help. Robby wanted to attack tonight, but I wanted to make sure you were all right first. And I wanted whatever information you could tell me."

  "Of course." Lara explained the routines and how many maidens there were, how many guards, and how many vampires. "There was a guest vampire last night called Zeus. We never saw him. A maiden was chosen for him, and this morning she had no memory of him. But she was covered with bruises."

  Jack shook his head, frowning.

  "When I first arrived, the Chosen One was Brittney Beckford. The next morning, she was gone, and I'm afraid—"

  "She's dead," Jack said quietly. "Her body was found."

  "Oh no. That poor girl."

  "The wolves found her body in the woods."

  Lara winced. "I saw the wolves. They scared the hell out of me."

  "They won't harm you. And they told me where to find you. They've agreed to help us tomorrow night."

  "Whoa." Lara lifted a hand. "They… talk?"

  "They're werewolves. Shape shifters."

  She gasped. "No way."

  "The delivery man who left the Cracker Jack is a werewolf. Works for Mackay S & I, just like me."

  She shook her head. "This is getting too weird."

  "We're worried that the minute we attack, the guards may be under orders to attack the women."

  "What?"

  "If the compound comes under attack, Apollo may have the guards programmed to kill all the witnesses."

  Lara shivered. "God, I hope not."

  "We hope not, too. We need you to help keep the other girls safe. Can you do that?"

  "Yes." She would find some reason to get them all into the kitchen. They would have a supply of knives there.

  "One more thing." Jack took her hand. "It will look very suspicious if you're here in the morning without my mark on you."

  "Your… mark?"

  He nodded. "On your neck. I'm sorry, but it will have to be done."

  She swallowed hard. "You want to bite me."

  CHAPTER 25

  "Is it going to hurt?" Lara asked.

  "It could." Jack stroked her hair. "Some vampires, like the Malcontents, enjoy causing their victims pain and terror. But if a vampire takes the time and effort, he can make it very pleasurable."

  "I vote for the second option."

  His mouth curled up. "Are you sure? I was still undecided, myself."

  She swatted his arm.

  With a grin, he pushed her down and leaned over her.

  She gave him a wry look. "You want to be on top again?"

  "It's easier for biting." He frowned, considering. "I guess I could bite you from behind."

  "Or you could hang upside down from the canopy."

  He chuckled. "I knew I shouldn't have told you that story."

  Lara gave him a weak smile. She was joking around in a sad attempt to delay the inevitable. Surely it wouldn't hurt too badly. Jack had said he could make it pleasurable. "Are you going to… feed from me?"

  "Just a little. I don't want to leave you weak."

  "Okay." She turned her head to expose her neck and squeezed her eyes shut. "I'm ready."

  She waited. Any minute now. Sharp fangs jabbing into her neck. She curled her hands into fists. And she waited.

  She opened her eyes and glanced his way.

  He was propped up on an elbow, smiling as he leisurely inspected her body.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Admiring the view." He touched a spot close to her left hip bone. "You have a little mole here." He leaned over and kissed it.

  "I thought you were going to bite me."

  "I am." He skimmed his fingers across her belly, then circled her navel. "I'll have to use Vamp power to make you conceive pain as pleasure and heighten your senses."

  "Oh."

  He dragged his fingers up to her breasts and circled them. "You'll need to open your mind to me."

  "Okay."

  He looked at her, and she suddenly felt herself caught in the intensity of his gaze. A wave of cold air swept around her. Her skin chilled. The gold flecks in his eyes expanded, turning the entire iris gold and glittering.

  She was mesmerized, unable to move or think.

  I am with you. His words whispered in her head.

  Heat surged through her, and her skin turned pink, flushed with rushing blood. Her heart pounded. It felt like her blood was racing, racing toward him, on fire with the need for him to take it. It was bizarre. She actually wanted him to bite her.

  "Jack." She reached for him. "This is so strange."

  He brushed a thumb over her nipple, and she cried out as a jolt sizzled through her. All her nerve endings were extra sensitive and burning for his touch.

  She wrapped a leg around him. "Jack, I need you."

  "It's the Vamp power." He stroked her cheek. "It's just an illusion. It will pass."

  "I don't want it to pass." She gritted her teeth. "I want you. Now."

  "I'm only going to leave my mark. It will be over soon. I promised I would never use my powers to trick you into sex."

  "You're released from that promise." She held his face in her hands. "And this isn't sex. It's love. I love you. I love everything about you, even this—this strange thing you're doing to me."

  His eyes turned red. "Then hang on, cara mia." He grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her.

  She shattered with a powerful orgasm. He arched back, and his fangs jutted out. He fell on her, and she shivered with pleasure as his fangs gently scraped her neck.

  Her blood was throbbing in her veins, desperate to be released. He licked her neck, and she felt the same sensation magnified between her legs. He eased in and out of her vagina. She was swirling, drowning in pleasure and barely felt the pop on her neck as his fangs slid into her. He continued to rock in and out as he sucked on her neck.

  I love you, his voice echoed in her mind.

  "I love you, too."

  He pulled away from her neck. She had a glimpse of blood on his lips before he licked it off.

  "You're still bleeding a little. I can stop it." He leaned over to nuzzle her neck.

  Every lick of his tongue caused a shudder of pleasure. Tension coiled inside her, begging for release. He scooped her up into his arms and sat back, settling her on his thighs.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself against him. He seized her hips, supporting her and pulling her to him with each powerful thrust.

  The room spun around Lara, and she held on tight. He slid a hand between them and tweaked her clitoris. A strangled moan escaped as another orgasm ripped through her. He pumped into her, his eyes flaming red hot. Then, with a long groan, he tumbled onto the bed with her. They held each other, still breathing heavily.

  "Oh Jack." She stretched, still lingering in a lo
vely, sensual daze. "You're so good. You're going to kill me someday."

  He flinched, then rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

  She winced. What a stupid thing to say. She hadn't meant it literally. She hadn't even been thinking properly.

  A chill stole over her. If she wanted to stay with Jack forever, and she did, then he would have to turn her into a vampire. He would have to kill her someday.

  She sat up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

  The look he gave her was so full of pain, it wrenched her heart. "You know I never want to hurt you. If there was any other way…" He grimaced. "If you want to change your mind about me, I won't stop you. I would never force you."

  "Shh." She placed her fingers over his beautiful mouth. "I'm not going to leave you." She lay down beside him and nestled her face in the crook of his neck.

  He held her tight. She relaxed against him and grew drowsy. She drifted off to sleep.

  "Lara," he said softly, "it's getting close to sunrise. I need you to wake up."

  She blinked awake. She was still in bed with him, and at some point during the night, he'd pulled the covers up over her. And he'd dimmed the light. "I didn't mean to sleep."

  He smiled. "It's all right. I enjoyed holding you."

  "I guess you don't sleep?"

  He shook his head. "I need to go and finalize the plans for tonight."

  "I understand."

  "Try to keep the girls safe. See if you can get them to leave the compound. The werewolves will be waiting, in human form, about half a mile down the road with a few SUVs. They'll take the girls to town. We'll come later to alter their memories."

  Lara sat up, frowning. She had serious doubts she could convince the girls to cross the gate.

  He touched her shoulder. "I hate to leave you here."

  "I'll be fine. The girls will be amazed that I'm still here and not getting punished in Hades. They'll think I served you really well."

  "Oh, you did." He chuckled when she made a face. "I'll see you tonight."

  Fear gripped her as she envisioned him fighting armed guards and Apollo. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "Please be careful."