by CC MacKenzie
His other hand pumped his shaft, making it swell and grow even thicker.
He wrapped her long hair around his fist and jerked her head again.
Tears flooded her eyes and she blinked frantically.
She wanted this.
She’d asked for this, actually written it down in black and white, so why did she feel fear as well as a crazy excitement?
"On your knees," he growled.
She immediately complied because her legs had gone as weak as water.
Her womb wept as his hand fisted in her hair.
Still he kept pumping his shaft and now it was right in front of her face.
He stroked the glistening head down one soft cheek and then the other leaving a river of fluid on her skin before rubbing the tip back and forth across her trembling mouth like lip gloss.
Nudging her lips, she received the message and opened her mouth wide.
He slid into her mouth.
For a moment Charlotte thought she’d be unable to breathe, but remembered to relax her gag reflex and managed to take him part way down the back of her throat.
Her husband’s too dark eyes were wild, feral, as they never left her face.
He pumped harder, his breathing harsh now as his vast body shuddered.
His hips swivelled and she moaned deep her throat.
The vibration had that strong jaw clench and so she did it again and again as he spread his legs wider and bent his knees as he hammered himself into her willing, tight mouth and she’d never seen anything like it.
A low whine erupted from his throat as he appeared to be in an agony of utter ecstasy.
Big, strong, always in control James Gillespie was coming apart, falling apart before her very eyes.
This was what she wanted, what she'd waited so long for, and a feeling of immense feminine power lifted her heart.
His slashing cheekbones were hot, burning with an arousal that flushed down his neck. Then she felt him go even harder as his shaft pulsed and he howled her name as if his very soul was being torn from his body. His seed shot hot and salty over and over down her throat. And she loved it as she swallowed and watched him shudder again and again.
Still she licked him before collapsing with great heaving breaths, utterly spent, to the dark blue carpet of thick wool.
Her aching arms were still tied but they were as nothing compared to the sting of the carpet burn on her knees. And Charlotte couldn’t give a damn because at last James had given her what she'd needed for so long. For the husband she loved to let himself go, and to come apart, for her.
Great sobs shook her as James quickly untied her, scooped her up, carried her to their bed and laid her down on her side.
"Och, my wee darlin’. Did I hurt you?"
He held her tight as a shaky hand stroked her from shoulder to hip and back again.
Through tear drenched eyes, Charlotte met the dark blue and anxious eyes of the love of her life.
"No." She shook her head. "You didn’t hurt me. I’ve never seen you look so happy or so free of stress and strain. Honey, I rocked your world."
"Darlin’, you bluidy killed me."
He buried his face against the pulse beating frantically at her neck and took a deep inhale of breath.
She shivered as he dragged his teeth down her slick, delicate skin and felt his big body shudder under her hands.
God she loved him so much.
All she’d ever wanted was for him to experience everything he’d brought to her and more.
But then without warning he flipped her on her back and she realized he was hard and ready for her yet again.
His erection was like steel as it entered her with one hard thrust before he held absolutely still.
Charlotte closed her eyes and simply let herself go.
The way he stretched and filled her tonight was so very special. The sting was both a pain and a pleasure in a way he’d never filled her before. His tongue was lapping at her neck and she tipped her head back and arched her spine, silently begging him to mark her as his. The flash and burn of a sharp stinging sensation at her neck was forgotten so fast she wondered if she’d imagined it.
Slow and easy James tilted his pelvis out and in, out and in, again and again. His shaft hit her sweet spot as her whole body quivered in a response that made her lightheaded, as if the room was spinning. Dizzy now, the sensation felt as if she was floating high in the air, weightless, boneless.
Her whole body went lax.
She was beyond happy, beyond bliss.
Then a warm fluid filled her mouth, just a small amount, and the taste reminded her a little of the rare and full-bodied red wine she’d shared with her friend Eleanor.
Her secret meetings with Eleanor Pattullo in her private club had been one on one over glasses of a strange dark claret, which in the beginning had been an acquired taste. Charlotte had mentioned to her friend how addictive and delicious it was and how she couldn’t find the rare and exclusive label in liquor store or online. Eleanor had generously organized a case to be delivered to their house. She was a good and loyal friend and Charlotte felt terribly grateful to have her guide her through the complexities and social politics of Gillespie, Pattullo and Hindmarch.
These thoughts and more flowed hazily through her mind as James took her body up, up, up slowly and then Charlotte couldn’t think at all as the most gentle, most amazing orgasm of her entire life went on and on taking her relentlessly over the edge and she leapt as James buried his face in her neck and moaned loud and long as his seed emptied into her again and again.
All she could think was that she loved him.
And it was obvious by his behaviour tonight James loved her.
Her life, Charlotte decided as she floated in a sea of utter bliss, couldn't get much better than this.
Chapter Five
When she awoke, James’s eyes of vivid blue met hers and she read worry along with a relaxed release she hadn’t seen in months.
He still loved her.
He still wanted her.
How could she have doubted him?
How could she have doubted herself?
"I love you," she whispered, everything in her heart for him in her eyes.
He nodded. "I know it. But, darlin’, I’ve let you down. I’ve let work come between us. Why the hell didn’t you tell me you wanted more from me?"
"Don’t be angry with me because I want to try different things."
Those intense eyes became an even more brilliant shade of blue as they captivated hers.
"I’m not angry with you. How could I ever be angry with you? I love you. Whatever you want and need I’ll do it for you, for us."
His mouth finally captured hers and she knew immediately why he hadn’t kissed her gently before. His mouth was desperate, starving for the flavor of her and she was with him all the way. The deep moan in his throat told her he savoured the taste and she opened to let him suck her tongue into his hot mouth.
Immediately fluid released from her womb and she gasped in absolute bliss.
Rolling onto his back, James scooped her up so she lay full length on top of him.
Strong hands massaged her body from shoulder to bare bottom and back again and it felt so good.
Still his mouth crushed hers in a deeply bruising kiss that told her more than words how much this big man loved and adored her.
Then his hands spread her legs wide so they lay either side of his hips and his fingers explored her slick, wet heat.
Jet eyebrows shot into his hairline.
"You're so hot and wet for me, Charlie. I'm ravenous for you.” He proved the words with action and his hips ground his shaft against the slick lips of her entrance.
Charlotte licked the salty flesh from below his Adam’s apple like a cat lapping fresh cream, and her gums felt as if they actually ached with the pleasure of it. The scent, the taste was so terribly intoxicating as was the mad, overwhelming desire to suck and bite him. Before she reali
zed what she was doing her eye teeth took a testing little nip. A nip which had him gasp.
She blinked. What on earth did she think she was she doing? Shock with a generous amount of shame had her lift her head to look at the damage.
James simply tipped up her chin forcing her to meet his dark eyes filled with a strange hunger that made hers blink in confusion.
"Bite me if you want. I like it," he whispered.
What?
He tipped his head, exposing his carotid artery.
Laying a strong and possessive hand on the back of her head, he gently pressed her face into the spot and his shaft swelled again between her legs pressing into the slick, hot and tight entrance to her sex.
With an easy thrust he was buried to the hilt deep inside her.
Her gasp of liquid pleasure made him groan deep in his throat.
Big hands gripped her buttocks and pumped her, lifting her up and down, up and down, his thick, rock hard erection.
The sensation was so amazing, Charlotte marvelled again at the wonderful tingle in her gums. Pure instinct alone drove her to sink her incisors into his vein. Somewhere in the back of her mind an alarm bell dinged, but it fell silent as a rich warm liquid pooled in her mouth. Deliciously rich and peppery, the copper scent and delectable taste made her suck hard. And abruptly something feral and wild rose fast within her. A menacing growl came from her lungs and she took more.
He went utterly still.
Dimly, she was aware of James trying to pull her back, but all she could think was she wanted more.
More.
He spoke words she didn’t understand and Charlotte latched onto his body, her arms and legs clinging to him like a sea snail clung to rock in a stormy sea. Her fingernails and toenails seemed to grow and sink into his flesh and her mouth fed, drinking deeper. And Charlotte couldn't think at all.
Holy shit.
This was not good.
Christ, she was clinging to him, digging her claws into him.
A huge wave of blind panic washed over James. She was taking too much, too soon. Her newborn vampyre jaws clung to him like a fucking limpet. And that was nothing compared to what her newborn needle sharp claws on her hands and feet were doing to him, too. Her sucking and sealing technique of her mouth needed work since his blood was flowing freely down his neck to pool on the pillow.
"Charlie, darlin’. Don't take too much. Let me go now, there’s a good girl."
She ignored him and his vampyre rose roaring with a mixture of fury and alarm. The only way to disengage a newborn was pain. He couldn't bring himself to hurt her. But she was taking more and more and the sucking and growling thing she had going in her throat was seriously scaring the bejesus out of him. Christ knew he didn’t want to do it, but what choice did he have? His hand came down hard on her bare bottom.
The feral howl she made when she released his neck gave him the opportunity he needed.
He flipped her over onto her back.
The sight that met his horrified gaze stopped his heart for a couple of beats.
Jesus.
Christ!
Her skin was bone white.
Tiny fangs bit into her bottom lip making her bleed. Her incisors were so white they could have been seen from outer space, which made the blood oozing down her cheek, her neck, look worse than it was. He’d never seen fangs so sharp and they actually had real fear tickle the base of his spine But it was her eyes that seriously creeped him out.
They were the color of a whore’s lipstick, gleaming with wicked intent and filled with a sexual lust that petrified him. His brain cells gave up the ghost and screeched his capacity to think to an emergency stop.
His vampyre took the opportunity to punch through his free will to take full control. Thank God, was all James could think because Charlotte’s superhuman strength in her claws and her feet were doing their level best to shred the skin from his bones. His vampyre flipped her onto her belly as her screams and shrieks threatened to shatter mirrors and windows. And his vampyre had absolutely no compunction about paddling her bare bottom fast and hard.
At last she stopped struggling.
Her breath now came in shaky little sobs in her throat.
Straddling her small body James felt physically sick with anxiety and a bone deep guilt that sat like a heavy stone in his gut.
What the fuck had he done to her?
He rolled off her.
She curled into the fetal position on their blood stained bed.
Seriously alarmed, he rolled her over to face him. Her hair was damp with sweat. Trembling fingers pushed her hair back from her flushed face. God, she was burning up. His brother’s horrendous experience with Anais came roaring back into his memory banks.
Lifting her from the bed, James rushed into their bathroom.
Just in time as Charlotte clutched her belly and a low moan of agony came from her throat.
She was so violently sick again and again that the bathroom with its pristine white marble wall tiles looked as if an axe murder had taken place. He sat with her in the bath covered in unmentionable bodily fluids.
And nothing he did seemed to help.
Desperate, he tried to think.
This wasn’t right.
The sequence of events was all wrong.
According to Marcus, Anais had been sick with a temperature before her vampyre emerged. Charlotte’s vampyre had emerged before she’d become unwell.
While he was frantically trying to think of a solution, Charlotte’s whole body abruptly went rigid. Her spine arched back too far and with something like utter horror he heard the crack of bone echo through the room. Her anguished screams had him leap from the bath slipping and sliding on the slick tiled floor as he bolted for his cell phone.
Saira Pattullo answered after the first ring.
Fighting a losing battle to keep his voice calm, James explained what was happening, all the while Charlotte’s cries rose in a crescendo to scream in agony before going low and then rising up again.
Saira told him she was in San Francisco and that she’d be there with a team within minutes.
James didn’t wait to hear another word.
He tossed the cell and ran back to the emerging horror in his bathroom.
His heart was going crazy in his chest, threatening to batter right through his ribs.
And all the while he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene in the bath. Now his eyes stung. Dear God. He couldn’t bear it. Her right shoulder appeared dislocated. Her left wrist was flopping around, the skin alone keeping it attached to her arm. The screaming had stopped now, replaced by a low whining sound that chilled the very blood in his veins.
He reached out, hands trembling, but he knew he couldn’t touch her because it would cause her even more untold agony.
Gripping his hair, James pulled it hard to make himself think, dammit. There must be something he could do to help her.
Never in his life had he felt so utterly helpless, so utterly useless.
And he had done this to her.
To the love of his life.
His bedroom door flew open and Saira Pattullo followed by two Centuri medics ran past him.
Saira slid to a halt at the edge of the bath and simply stared wide-eyed in stunned disbelief at Charlotte’s broken and bloody body.
Orders were given in rapid spurts like gun fire as she hunted for a vein in Charlotte’s ankle to insert a line and another medic did the same to the vein in her neck.
Bags of plasma, a cloudy liquid, were held above by a medic while another delivered gas via a mask over her mouth and nose which blessedly rendered her unconscious.
James was standing naked and covered in blood and gore and didn’t give a rat’s ass.
Machines were rolled into the bathroom and the beep beep of his wife’s too fast heart sounded too fucking loud in his brain.
Saira kept a sharp eye on the machines as they were hooked up to Charlotte’s blood pressure, heart rate a
nd brain activity and spoke to him.
"Go and clean up. You’re in the way here."
James couldn't seem to get his legs to move.
Again, he ran bloody hands through his hair.
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked, voice breaking. "Saira, what the fuck has happen..."
The medic shook her head, all the while frantically adjusting the flow of plasma.
"I don't know," she yelled in his face. And then her eyes went soft as she reached out to touch his cheek. "I don’t know what has gone wrong here. It could be because she’s human with none of our DNA. I won’t know for sure until I run blood tests and get her stabilized. James, we need to get her, and you, out of here."
"But, Saira," James fought like a warrior to keep his voice steady. He knew the more information he could give the medic the better. "She was a fully emerged vampyre before she got sick.’
Now Saira looked at him, her dark eyes razor sharp.
"You are certain?"
"Yes, I’m fucking certain."
"How much blood did she take from you before she fully emerged?"
James closed his eyes, forcing himself to remain calm when all he wanted to do was drop to his knees and fall apart.
"Not much. I was careful after what happened to Anais. At first Charlotte appeared fine. Then she took more and wouldn’t fucking stop. I had to..."
Saira got the picture because she heaved a sigh and shook her head.
"Christ, you Gillespie boys know how to show a girl a good time."
"If anything happens to her..." His voice broke and he didn’t give a shit if it made him look like a fucking pussy in front of Saira and the Centuri.
Saira’s tone went gruff as her gaze remained riveted on the numbers on the machines.
"Go and clean up, James. I promise we’ll do our best to save her."
With a heart that felt like a lead weight in his chest, James turned and left Charlotte alone with three vampyres who were total strangers to her.
Why the fuck hadn’t he listened to his instincts to leave her be, leave her as a human?
He didn’t care what it took, he’d make it up to her.