Dirk took Casey's hand in his when she finally stood in front of him. He squeezed it, trying to stifle its tremble. Dirk wanted to whisper assurances in her worried mind but he didn't want to tempt fate. Connor was just too watchful.
“You may take her to a sleeping place further inside the mine. The day will dawn soon. Make use of the darkness here,” Connor said, moving to one of the candles that flickered from a niche in the wall. He reached up and caught the flame between two fingers, pinching it out.
Dirk took note of Connor's fearlessness of fire. Uncommon in a vampire.
“But do be careful of the Three,” Connor said as he started toward a tunnel that led off to the left from the chamber. One candle was left burning to stave off the cold darkness of the mine.
“The Three?” Dirk frowned.
Connor waved a hand dismissively. “The twins and their playmate. Shouldn't be too much to worry about though,” he said. “They've been off hunting but should be back soon.” Connor winked. “Just hope that they found something to quench their hunger. Those twins can be ravenous.” With that, he disappeared into the utter darkness of the tunnel.
Dirk watched the tunnel entrance for a moment, then turned his attention to Casey.
Her eyes revealed her fear but still, the warm candlelight reflected in their chocolate depths exposed a hint of desire that lingered from their first contact. Her lips parted as if in invitation and Dirk felt her lean into him just the slightest bit. That was all it took. All thought of Fagan and his 'Three' disappeared from his mind and pure animal lust took over. Her eyes—hesitation laced with desire—awakened this new strange feeling in him. He wanted to overpower her. To sate her desire while enhancing the spice of fear that she exuded.
To take her.
With a low groan, Dirk jerked Casey to him and caught her mouth with his. A moment of dizziness swept over him as her lips opened beneath his assault and he thrust his tongue deep into her warm, moist mouth. She whimpered when he stroked her tongue with his. It sent a thrill through him. He drew in her tongue, its taste like sugar in his mouth, and gently sucked on it. Crushing her pliant body to him, he pressed her along his length, wanting full contact, wishing she wore nothing. Her kitten-like mews urged him to a state of raw desire. His erection, instant at the first touch, throbbed with the need to be released from the confinement of his jeans. Dirk wanted to devour her completely. Taste her most secret places, inhale her scent so deeply that it became a part of him.
He wanted to savor her blood and her juices on his tongue.
Dirk pulled away from the kiss, the hunger for Casey's blood tickling the back of his tongue. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, catching the mineral odor of the coal dust and focusing on it. He was tainted. He could feel the poison of Fagan's saliva mixing with his own blood, making him crave things that were abhorrent to him. He had to fight it. Fight the hunger for Casey's blood. She was tainted too. Fagan had marked her twice and her blood was now a volatile mix of human and vampire. Add that to his own already mutated DNA and he was playing with fire. If Dirk made the mistake of giving in to his urges and drank from her again, it would only serve to further a transformation in his own body.
Dirk's muscles sparked with unreleased energy. He fought for control. It wasn't easy. Especially with Casey pressing herself against him, her body heated with need, her breath a warm caress across the side of his neck just below his ear.
* * * *
Casey literally vibrated.
If she had thought Connor Fagan brought out sexual desires in her, Dirk made her feel completely wanton. Not only that, Casey felt something much more than unbridled lust for this man with the odd blue eyes. She felt a connection like she had never known.
But she was also afraid.
Her mind was in turmoil. Emotions warred with coherent thought. Casey had wanted Connor. Twice now she had felt the urge to relinquish herself to him while her brain screamed that he was a monster bent on soiling her soul. And now Dirk, her supposed savior. Someone that not only flooded her body with need but also tugged at her heart. Dirk spoke to her in her mind, the connection between them as clear as crystal. Not like when Connor invaded that precious space. Dirk soothed her but at the same time he scared her. He had taken her blood. He had fangs. He was a vampire, too. Wasn't he? Was it only another form of mind control that Dirk was using to insinuate himself into her good graces?
Shut up, shut up, shut up, she told her fevered mind.
Right now, Casey didn't care one iota what Dirk was. He was the most sensual being that she had ever been near. He also had already worked a small tear open in her heart, which no other man had done before. It didn't matter if he was human or not. He was what she wanted.
And she wanted him now.
Casey worked her arms up around Dirk's neck and stood on tiptoe, moving against his hard body. She swiped her tongue along the outer edge of his ear, then gently sucked on his ear lobe. Feeling the tremor that rippled through him fascinated her. She wanted to feel him quake under her touch. It made her feel … powerful. “Dirk,” she whispered against his ear, releasing the delicious ear lobe. “Please…” She wound her fingers into his unruly hair and drew a long wet stroke of her tongue over his jugular vein. Dirk groaned.
Casey used her grip in his hair to turn Dirk's face to hers. His eyes revealed his emotions. The candlelight flickered in his fully dilated pupils, warming the dark center amid circlets of crisp blue. He was struggling for control. Casey could feel it with each shaky breath that he took. Casey's excitement increased.
Her body reacted in kind.
Traces of electricity shimmered over her skin, her sense of touch heightened to the point that it was almost painful. Everywhere his body touched hers was on fire.
His hair slid through her fingers like fine silk. His breath caressed her face with warmth. His chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths, pressed against her straining breasts. She pressed closer, aching for the touch of his hand on her full breasts, his mouth to suckle her nipples that were budded and tight … aching. Then lower, just under her navel, Casey felt the throbbing heat of his erection. Even through their jeans, it burned her. Casey didn't pull away but moved her hips against him, the friction against her dampening mound driving her down into a depth of desire that was undeniable.
Casey sucked in Dirk's breath, letting it fill her. His was warm, not icy like Connor's. She closed her eyes, savoring his taste then opened them again. Blowing lightly, Casey returned the breath to his mouth.
Dirk trembled against her. Casey smiled. “Take me, Dirk,” she whispered. “You wanted me first—so take me.”
Dirk grasped her by the waist. “You don't know what you're saying.”
Casey didn't bother with words. She let her body do the talking.
Casey locked her arms around Dirk's neck and silenced him with her lips. His mouth was welcoming. Casey didn't hesitate. She slid her tongue inside and moaned into Dirk's mouth. He slid one hand down to cup her bottom, branding her with his palm.
“Yesss,” Casey said against his feverish lips. She drew one leg up, locking it over his hip, grinding her pelvis against him. The hand that cupped her butt moved down and under, supporting her in her precarious position.
Then that hand, fingers curious, moved closer to the hot center between her legs. Casey gasped. Dirk pressed the ridged seam in the crotch of her jeans against her damp cleft, opening its folds. Casey pulled away from his kiss and buried her head in his neck. Arching her back, she tried to widen her stance, to give his roving fingers room to move. And move they did. Casey dug her fingernails into Dirk's shoulders as the hand at her crotch drew rough circles over her swollen clitoris. Slow at first, Dirk increased the pace of his fingers faster and faster, the friction of the seam against Casey's slick bud rough and hot. Her legs began to tremble. Her breath came in short bursts. Casey couldn't help herself. She began to buck back against Dirk's hand, feeling a sense of fullness build low in her belly. Relea
se. She needed release,
“Does that feel good, babe?” Dirk breathed in her ear. “Is this what you wanted?”
Casey's lips trembled. “Y-yes … but…”
The hand stopped.
“Nooo,” Casey whined.
“But what?” Dirk asked, moving her leg from over his hip. He released his hold on her, making her stand.
Casey's legs were watery under her. She looked up at Dirk, ready to plead with him. Anything to get him to continue to make her feel what she was so close to realizing.
“But. What.” Dirk cocked an eyebrow.
“Dirk…” Casey grasped the collar of his shirt.
“Ah, ah,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell me what you want.”
Casey couldn't take it. “I want you to touch me. Make me…”
“Hmmm?” Dirk lowered his head. Brushed a kiss across her lips. “Make you what?”
Casey moaned. She had never been with a man before. Never had a man touch her deepest center. And now, this man wanted her to voice what she was feeling? She was so wet, she was surprised that there wasn't a puddle at her feet. The new animal instinct that had invaded her with Connor's first bite kicked in. Casey looked Dirk directly in the eye.
“I want you to make me come.”
With a smile, Dirk stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “With pleasure.”
Casey shivered in anticipation when Dirk deftly unbuttoned the waistband of her jeans. She reached for the buttons of his shirt. Dirk shook his head, stilling her trembling fingers with one hand while unzipping her jeans with the other. “Only you just now,” he said softly.
Casey dropped her hands and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, trying not to acknowledge the gnawing hunger deep inside. The hunger that Connor had instilled in her. A hunger that had grown in intensity since the latest bloodletting she had suffered. She shook her head, banishing thoughts of Connor and his vicious bite, giving herself over to the hot trails that Dirk's hands were burning into her fevered flesh as he worked the confining clothes from her body.
* * * *
Dirk fought the urge to tear Casey's clothes from her body and ravish her. His need to be close to her, be inside her, nearly consumed him. His mouth tingled, craving a taste, just a drop of her sweetness.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and slowly slid them down over the curve of her slender hips. Continuing down, Dirk bent his knees, lowering himself while caressing the jeans down her firm thighs. He smiled when her muscles twitched under his touch. The jeans finally at her ankles, Dirk tapped lightly behind one of Casey's knees, signaling for her to raise her foot. He carefully removed her shoe and slid her foot out of the jeans, then repeated the same thing on the other leg.
Dirk crouched in front of her, stroking her shapely legs. A fine dusting of soft hair tickled his palms as his hands moved over her calves. The skin of her thighs was pure silk and he couldn't resist a gentle brush of his thumb along the tender inner thigh of her left leg.
Casey gasped and dropped her hands to his shoulders.
Dirk looked up.
Casey had her neck arched, head thrown back, her breath coming from her parted lips in tiny gasps laced with a flick of her tongue across her bottom lip. She was pure beauty in his eyes, loved by the flickering candlelight.
Her scent wafted to him on a brush of air, announcing her arousal with its heady perfume.
Dirk pried his eyes from her face. His face was level with her curl covered mound. He stroked the inside of both thighs, asking her to open to his touch. Casey widened her stance, hands gripping his shoulders.
Dirk leaned forward and drew in a deep breath. Her need for him was evident in her womanly scent and the glistening juices that wet her, beckoning him to taste. Even in the dim light, Dirk could see her pleasure bud peeking from her cleft, begging to be nuzzled. Dirk clenched his jaw for a second, his swollen member almost painful in the confinement of his clothes. His jeans tight, he lowered himself out of his crouch and onto his knees. Blood chugged through his veins, hot and fast. God, how he wanted her. In every possible way. On his knees in front of her, Dirk worshipped this goddess of the impending dark, knowing that he was lost.
* * * *
Casey's body crackled, her heart thumping against the walls of her chest so hard that it scared her. Dirk knelt in front of her, his face directly in line with her damp, needy cleft. She held her breath. Waiting.
Dirk's fingers slid up her thighs, tickling the place where her thigh joined her crotch. They danced deftly through the curls that covered her mound, then ever so gently, eased open her labia, exposing her swollen clit to his warm breath. A ripple of pleasure shuddered through her, his breath wafting across her hot, wet bud.
Casey bit her bottom lip, moaning in her need. Instinctively—as if she'd done this before—she clenched her glutes and rocked her hips forward, searching for the touch that would release her from her torment.
Dirk's warm hands moved between her legs, skirting around her most sensitive place. Suddenly, one thick finger entered her virgin depths, stroking the inside of her vagina with a tantalizing touch. Casey's muscles clutched at him, her cream slickening her passage. Another finger joined the one nestled inside, stretching her. Dirk began to stroke slowly, in and out, sending waves of pleasure all the way up Casey's spine. Casey dug her nails into his shoulders, her hips moving in time with the thrust of his fingers. The sensations inside her began to build. Casey bit her lip again, tasting blood, to keep herself from screaming in ecstasy.
But a moment later she stopped any attempt at holding back.
Dirk's fingers pulled out, hesitated, then another finger joined the two, ramming her deep at the same time his hot mouth closed over her hardened clit.
Casey's world shattered into a million mirrored pieces.
Rolling waves of pure pleasure rocked through her as her first orgasm swept her away on an intense tide of sensation. She screamed her release, the sound echoing through the dark cavernous mine.
Dirk did not stop. His mouth, so warm, and his hands played Casey's body like a tightly strung violin. Shock waves rippled through her over and over. As soon as they began to ebb, Dirk would bring her right back up to the brink, then she would come all over again. Casey saw stars behind her eyes. Her body bucked and shuddered. Her breasts taut, nipples peaked, strained against the cloying t-shirt she still wore. Sweat dewed her body while the honey of orgasm after orgasm melted down her inner thighs. Her throat was raw from the screams of passion but she had to find her voice. She had to tell Dirk to stop. Stop before she blacked out from passion overload.
Casey unlocked her grip from Dirk's shoulders and buried her hands in his hair. She tugged. “Dirk,” she gasped, her voice raspy.
With a last swipe of his tongue, Dirk leaned back from her moist mons and looked up at her. His fingers stilled. “You alright?” he asked, his voice deep as a sultry summer night.
Casey looked down at his upturned face, her heart lurching as it tried to slow its beat. His eyes were now a smoky blue, pupils wide and dark. His lips glistened with her cream. She combed his unruly hair back from his brow and took a deep, shuddering breath. “I'm more than alright,” Casey said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her whole body tingled, her over sensitized nerves sparking. “But you've got to stop.”
Dirk settled back on his heels. He slid his fingers from inside her and, his eyes never leaving hers, proceeded to suck the remaining juices of her orgasm from them.
Casey thought her knees would buckle. This … man … was a fatal dose of sensuality. Her heart quickened again in a stuttering beat, her nether region reacting to the scene with a few clenching shudders of its own. “I really need to sit down,” Casey said, untangling her fingers from his hair.
Dirk finished licking his fingers and stood in one fluid movement. Before Casey knew what was happening, he had picked her up, draped her over his arms and carried her to a small ledge that jutted out from one wall. He
sat, placing her in his lap. “So tell me, are you satisfied?” he asked.
Casey sighed. “You have no idea…”
A female voice with a distinct southern drawl bounced loudly off the walls, cutting Casey off. “Well now, what do we have here?”
Casey froze, fear striking her like a hot iron in the pit of her stomach. She felt Dirk tense, immediately on guard. They're back, Casey thought. The others are back.
She turned to look.
The two red-haired twins stood side by side, mirror images of each other, buxom and undeniably female. Their playmate, a wisp of a boy, stood a few feet away, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. The women smiled, their lips full and red, their interest obviously directed toward Dirk.
Casey said a silent prayer.
Lord, please don't let them be hungry.
Chapter Four
John Raven glared at the phone that sat on the corner of his desk. He should have heard from his little brother by now. If only a quick message, saying that he had arrived in Kentucky.
“John Raven, stop your scowling,” Madison scolded from the doorway of his office. “Don't you realize that it's the middle of the night? You should be in bed with me.”
John looked up and was struck anew by his wife's emerald green eyes. Her eyes flashed with the glitter of an imp and her cinnamon hair that had once only brushed her shoulders now hung like a silken curtain all the way to her waist. John smiled, thinking of how those silken strands had tickled his thighs a few hours ago as Madison had traced her tongue along the length of his erection, teasing him with the promise of her moist mouth until he thought he would explode. Instantly his penis twitched to life with the memory.
Madison crossed her arms. “You've got that look in your eye again,” she said. She crossed the room, stopping on the other side of the desk in front of him. She placed her palms on the desktop and leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulders, its length grazing the desktop. “Don't you ever get your fill of sex?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
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