by Kiki Howell
He moved his cock through her tight fingers, his ass against her mouth. She knew he was ready when the slight thrust of his hips gave way to a tremor from head to toe. He stiffened and she sunk her fangs into the start of a red circle she’d made on his ass. Immediately he growled, fierce but sensual. He started to move again, slowly this time but she easily followed his rhythm. His dick got harder the more blood she took from him, her bite and saliva enhanced the erotic sensations she knew already overwhelmed her lover. His toes curled, his knees pulled up under his torso, and lifted her off the bed.
Yet, she held onto his body, arms and legs wrapped around him. The entire time her fingers never let up on his cock, which had gotten harder, the veins in it pulsed strongly against her palm. She took a little more blood from him; the warm metallic liquid tasted better than any she’d ever had, quenched –for the moment – every thirst, every hunger. The tight muscles in his ass bunched up, tightened and relaxed, slowed the flow of his life’s fluid to let her savor the moment. She watched with a full heart his lower body continued to move to erratic, unheard beats, react to the pleasure only she could give him.
On all fours now, she hung on for dear life as she pumped him. As she sucked life-giving blood from him, he came with a loud roar he stifled into the pillows on the bed. With her legs wrapped around him tightly, his body rocked back and forth, and made the muscles in his back rub against her clit. She approached that precipice of pleasure as well, and retracted her fangs. Suddenly, he collapsed on the bed, a little to the side of where he’d spent himself all over the comforter.
Having no choice but to fall to the side herself, she quickly licked over the two sexy holes in his ass that she had left behind. Kane made a noise in response like he was ready to go again. Amberlyn had guessed right, because she’d barely gotten to her feet beside the bed when Kane had grabbed her, lifted her up into his arms, kissed her passionately and then tossed her onto the bed.
“Good thing the were in me lets me recover quickly because I want you squirming under me now. I think I’m getting used to the taste of my own blood from your mouth. You bit my ass.” Kane laughed the words. “That’s new! And, I liked it. Damn, I’ve missed you and your bites my wild little Vamp.”
With that, he was between her legs. He forced her thighs open on the bed, opening her wet pussy to his view. His face looked fierce, like an animal would as it looked upon its prey. And, oh, how she loved that feeling more than anything in the world. Being a fierce predator herself now, something she relished as a survivor of child abuse, she willingly gave up her power to him. Only, she wanted Kane to dominate her in the bedroom, because she knew he would never dream of it, if it were anywhere else.
Being a Vampire, she liked it rough. Kane, she knew, he’d have to fight his animal now that he’d come. He would eat her with a wild abandon. She opened for him as wide as she could even as his fingers pressed into her folds, spread her open, and revealed the flesh, which pulsed with want inside them. His tongue brushed over her skin, his first taste right over her opening. Her inner walls contracted and heat began to surface on her cool skin.
The swipes of his tongue were heavy. The sucking of her flesh into his mouth was harsh; the probing of his fingers up inside her opening was fast and rough. She loved every minute of it, hissed and clawed. When he nipped at her clit, drew the engorged nub into his mouth, and sucked hard, she came. Her hips bucked toward him and she ground her wet sex against his mouth. Strong as ever, he held onto her, let her ride out her pleasure. The fierce waves of it made even him growl until he leapt off the bed. As her body trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm, Kane shifted. She shuddered.
She found herself naked, laid spread eagle on the bed, at the mercy of his wolf. Her body pulsed with desire as tiny electric currents still ran through her core. Even though it’d been drilled into her head that they were natural enemies, that he could or would rip her head off with one bite, Amberlyn felt completely safe.
He snarled. Saliva dripped from his bared incisors. The side of his lip raised and curled, trembled over his teeth. Right beside her he stayed for a few minutes, sniffed her, looked over her with his wolf’s eyes. Then he started to pace at the foot of the bed. She laid perfectly still, not because she was afraid, but because she liked the way the wolf looked at her, took in every inch of her body. She got excited all over again by the small sense of danger he provided.
Kane had just gotten carried away in loving her. That he could no longer hold his wolf back after he’d pleasured her, she took as a damn big compliment. Maybe no one would ever understand that, or them for that matter. But who the fuck cared? A part of her craved, understood, felt comforted by a bit of danger, some darkness. Her base desires she wouldn’t analyze. She’d had enough of that crap in her younger years. With Kane, she felt accepted and protected regardless of any possible jeopardy or shadows. So, she waited with great patience for the wolf to come to her once he’d calmed down.
Several minutes later, the large animal walked up beside where she still laid on the bed. She wasn’t stupid enough to make any sudden movements or even to sit up. She stayed at his level, just beneath him actually. Who said a Vampire couldn’t submit to anyone and why should they have to always be the bastard on the top?
The wolf sniffed at her body, her hair, her breasts, her stomach, and her still dripping sex. Slowly, she reached out her hand, encouraging the animal to smell her again, to come closer. Then Kane, as his wolf, laid his head on her stomach. She was able to pet his head, stroke his beautiful long snout, which had fur as white as snow on the tip of it around his black nose. He was so warm, so soft. Amberlyn loved how his thick hair slid between her fingers. His ear twitched and his eyes blinked closed for a second, like a wink. This brought a small giggle from her, something she only did in Kane’s presence. The wolf looked quite pleased with himself. She swore the way he held his snout, back and tight, panting, that it had to be the equivalent of a smile.
“I love you, Kane. I don’t care who understands it or who condones it. I just love you. We’re going to be together forever. We’ll find a way to make you the first hybrid, a Werewolf who can live forever as a Vampire, so that you can live forever with me. If I could become a were instead, I would do that too, but I can’t. Heredity is your curse, anyone can get mine, my love.”
The wolf nuzzled his snout into her stomach and she giggled at the feel of his whiskers scratching over her skin. Opening her eyes when he moved off her, she gazed deeply into the wolf’s eyes. Sometimes, she could see Kane in them, a flicker of the man. Now though, a hint of mischievous light sparkled in their depths. The wolf sniffed her again, lower, between her legs. Then, he licked her once with his massive tongue over the sensitive flesh. The caress gave her whole body a jolt before he turned back into a man.
“Bad wolf,” she laughed as she swatted Kane’s shoulder playfully while he climbed back on the bed and on top of her. “You’ve never done that before.”
“I wanted to claim you in all of my forms. When you turn me I shall bite you as well, on the shoulder, in my wolf form. Vampire or not, you are going to be my mate and that is part of the ritual.”
“I’m yours babe, whether you’re man or animal. I want you to make me yours in every way. Someday soon, I hope.”
“Thanks to the Gods who created this fucked up world for that,” he whispered, then kissed her hard on the mouth. At the same time his tongue entered to war with hers for possession, his cock entered her. Both where demanding of her body and she clung to him greedily, took all the man offered. Their emotions, their sensations, their love climbed together, built, played off each another until they came together this time.
She had barely begun to catch her breath though, when her phone began to ring from wherever her jeans were on the floor.
As she groaned, he growled and they disentangled themselves. She moved through the clothes on the floor to search frantically for the ringing phone, which she knew may communicate good or bad n
ews. Still, she was desperate for news period. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she missed the Willows – the only place she’d ever truly called home in her eighteen years as a human and her three years as a Vampire.