by BJ Wane
Damien clearly saw the moist, pink recesses of her vagina, could practically smell her arousal as he watched those plump folds close around her invading finger. He could feel his hardened resolve slowly softening as his cock spit and his palm heated and pulsed, his body demanding he take what he needed and wanted. Seven days of having Abby close, seven long nights of denying himself that which he craved more than anything else, coupled with Mason’s crushing betrayal and the grief of Marie’s, and now Mason’s deaths, had him struggling to keep control.
Damn it, Abrielle. If you want to help me, knock it off! He knew his voice was as hard and demanding as his cock, but from the way her cream was coating her finger as she slowly withdrew from her sheath, his anger didn’t faze her in the least.
Make me, Abrielle taunted, the desperation she heard behind his anger giving her the gall she needed to continue.
Damien could no longer control the driving need to possess her, claim her for his own. That dare found its way past his barriers to shred his control. God help them both, he thought as he shimmered and reappeared in his room. He tried to control his anger, but it still simmered just beneath the surface as he strode across the room and hauled her up against him. Fisting her hair at the nape, he tilted her head up and glared down into her surprised face, the accelerated beat of her heart easily felt against his chest.
“I taught you the danger of rousing a sleeping tiger, cherie. You should have heeded my warnings.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply or back down as he swooped down and kissed her for the first time. His mouth was hard and demanding, giving her no choice but to open for him, no choice but to accept his probing, sweeping tongue as he molded her smaller, naked body to his taller, harder frame. His other arm went under her buttocks to lift her pelvis against his groin, leaving her in no doubt about where this was going this time.
Abby moaned into his mouth, dueled with his tongue as her lips moved under the onslaught of his. She had wanted this for so long, craved him for what seemed like forever, she was more than happy to have him kiss her with ruthless, dominate intensity for the first time. She knew where her taunt might take her, risked pushing him past the point where he was comfortable by preying on his vulnerable state, and it was only the absolute surety she had that he wouldn’t harm her that kept her from quaking in misgivings instead of shaking with nearly uncontrollable lust.
“Now, Damien, take me now while I’m so hot I’m burning up, now before you have time to think, time to back out and leave me cold again,” she pleaded against his lips before nipping his plump lower lip hard enough to have him gasping.
The demanding, aching need in her voice matched that of the intense need racing through his veins and settling in his groin, further engorging his cock, something he didn’t think was possible considering how hard and full he already was. At least he maintained some semblance of control as he realized he couldn’t risk taking her here, alone in his room where he didn’t have the comfort of knowing others were close enough to stop him if he got out of control. And the way he was feeling right now with her stormy blue eyes never shying away from him even though he knew his eyes were red tinted and she could glimpse the pointed edge of his fangs, and the feel of her soft body glued next to his, her hips gyrating unconsciously, rubbing her mound against his rigid hardness, there was a very good possibility he would forget himself once he was inside her like he had that one other time. No, he wasn’t so weakened from the lack of blood and sex like the one time he had been out of his mind due to Isabelle’s machinations, but his body’s demand for his mate, a demand and need he had denied himself for three years, was so strong he felt out of control, a feeling he couldn’t deny any more than he could deny Abby again.
“You should be careful what you ask for, Abby. Hold on.”
Abby was still clutching Damien’s shoulders when they suddenly appeared in front of the wall of windows and French doors downstairs in the large converted ballroom. She didn’t even have time to re-orient herself from the dizzying trip before Damien turned her to face the windows, the meager light from a few lit lamps behind them barely enough to let her make out the shape of the pool and beyond, the tree shrouded entrance into the bayou.
Damien clasped her hands and placed them against the glass panes, palms flat, fingers spread. Blanketing her body with his own, he leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Do you see my cats lurking out there, hear them at night as they catch their prey and devour it to sake their blood thirsty hunger?” His hands trailed slowly from her wrists, down her braced arms, over her shoulders and around her back to cup her breasts as he spoke. “They’re creatures of the night, just like I am, part of my world that few have seen, and lived to tell about it.”
It wasn’t the soft menace in his tone that made Abby shiver. She knew what he was doing, and it wasn’t going to work. She could have told him if he wanted to scare her off, kneading her breasts and rolling her aching nipples between his fingers definitely wasn’t the way to do it. She saw Tasha and Micah stealthily pacing at the edge of the yard, trying to decide if they wanted to wait around and see if Damien was going to come out and play or to give up and return to the dense bayou to do as Damien had said and hunt for prey. It wasn’t the warning behind his words that he often spent his nights hunting prey that had her shaking against him, but the onslaught of pleasure zipping from her tortured nipples down to her pussy, pleasure that was surprisingly heightened when she saw both Jon and Luc’s reflections in the glass. Seated behind them, watching openly and unashamedly as Damien caressed her, she felt a surge of lust overriding the iota of embarrassment flushing her face.
“You’ve only been privy to the human side of me, Abby, only seen that part of me I’ve allowed you to see. But it’s too late now.” Damien pinched her nipples, eliciting a startled gasp from her before coasting down her waist and palming the inside of her thighs. With a push, he gave her a silent command to spread them further which she obeyed quickly and more than willingly. God help him, she was everything he wanted and needed and he knew there wasn’t much that could keep him from finally taking her.
Abby turned her head and glared at him, her nipples still burning from his erotic pinch, her pussy seeping copiously, more than ready for his cock. “Quit trying to scare me and fuck me. I’m dying here, Damien.”
“In truth, I don’t think I could keep from fucking you now if all the hounds of hell broke in here. But first, you have to learn I’m in charge, what I say goes without rebellion from you. For your safety and my sanity, Abrielle.” Moving to her side, he swatted her right cheek hard then rubbed his hand over the red, offending mark.
Giggling, Abby pushed her hips out, saying teasingly, “Yeah, that’ll teach me. I promise to behave if you’ll do that again.” The sharp sting from his slap sent a bolt of pleasure to her pussy as did the next one and the next until her buttocks felt as warm as her pussy, as swollen as her inner vaginal walls as she creamed her sheath preparing for the hard invasion of his cock. Her eyes locked onto Luc’s and Jon’s in the glass, their heated looks adding to her pleasure as she wondered if her ass looked as red and puffy as it felt.
Just as she was preparing to lower her right hand to her pussy in an effort to relieve the unrelenting ache he had built inside her, Damien cupped her crotch with his left hand, his palm dampening with her dripping juices.
“Damien, please,” she begged without shame, the need pulsing through her raging out of control.
Slipping a finger between her folds as he landed another smack on the under curve of her right buttock, Damien leaned over her and whispered, “I know you see Luc and Jon. Do you know why they’re here?”
“Because you don’t think you’re enough for me?” Abby didn’t know why she kept taunting him. He swatted her ass much harder, making her cry out, but she wasn’t going to back down until he was inside her, where he should’ve been long before this.
“You’re playing with fire, little one,” Damien warned her, o
nly he was afraid he was going to be the one to go up in flames. Releasing his cock, he stepped behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust into her welcoming, scorching heat. “They’re here to ensure your safety, to protect you if I get out of control. And, Abby, from the way I’m feeling right now, with your pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, there’s a damn good chance they’ll have to rein me in.” He could feel a surge of power, of renewed strength already, could feel the need to bury his fangs in her neck as deep as his cock was buried in her pussy, but he swore by all he held dear, he wouldn’t succumb to that bloodlust, wouldn’t take the chance with the only woman who mattered.
Her soft as silk muscles milked the entire length of his hardness, scalding him with her heat as she surprised him by climaxing before he had moved. Cursing as she cried out in pleasure, her arms rigid as she remained braced against the window, he tried to control his own forceful need. Withdrawing slowly, he groaned as her pussy clenched around him in an effort to hold him inside her. “I’ll be back,” he reassured her as he managed to stop with just his cockhead enveloped in her softness before plunging back in with another hard, deep stroke. But his efforts to go slow, to give her more pleasure and prolong his were in vain.
Demanding, long denied need overtook him and with his fingers digging into her hips to keep her still, the long cascade of her mink hair flowing over her back and down her sides, he took her like a demon possessed. Pounding into her over and over, all he felt was the fiery scorch of her liquid heat as she clutched around his girth again and again, definite signs of her own out of control response his saving grace as his balls drew up and a red haze filled his vision. With a roar he let go, let himself embrace the ultimate pleasure as he struggled with super human effort to keep from taking her blood. Even as his body convulsed with pleasure so keen he could barely stand it, he managed to refrain from taking that ultimate step to consummating their mating.
Damien pulled out of her still spasming sheath, turned her and took her lips in another demanding kiss, his body still shuddering from the unbelievable height of pleasure he had just experienced and from the surge of power and strength struggling for release. Despite his innumerable sexual conquests the past two hundred years and the enhanced physical benefits he received from each encounter, he had never achieved the depths and heights he had just experienced with Abby. Her soft lips moving under his, meeting his urgent demand for more as their tongues dueled in a moist dance of intimacy had his blood rushing south again, filling his cock with what seemed to be insatiable need. He couldn’t imagine that sex could be any better, the pleasure any keener despite the fact he hadn’t taken her blood while fucking her, but from all accounts from his mated brethren, it was indeed likely.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t ready to risk taking that final step. Abby was too important to him to take the chance of losing all control and succumbing to the bloodlust that had taken over his body and mind that one time so long ago. Even though he wasn’t that newly transformed, confused and desperate man anymore, he simply couldn’t rid himself of the guilt or the fear his one lapse was responsible for. He might be rethinking his plan to meet the dawn once Jacob, Jon and Luc were settled with their mates, but this one, successful encounter with Abby wasn’t enough to make him risk his future with her by forgetting the consequences of his past.
“You’re mine, Abrielle,” he told her as he released her mouth, their breath mingling, their lips damp and still close enough to touch as he spoke.
“Which means you’re mine also.” Abby was more than willing to be his and intended to hold him to her as tightly as she could. She wasn’t about to give him the chance to back away again, especially not now, not after she had experienced the ultimate in sexual pleasure with him. Her body was still humming with pleasure, her series of explosive climaxes still rippling through her hypersensitive system, her nipples still achingly hard and throbbing, her pussy still clutching spasmodically even though he no long filled and stretched her.
“Mmm, yes I am yours, but I wouldn’t mind seeing Kim pleasure you again. God, Abby, that was hot.”
Chuckling, Abby said, “Tell me about it, but just how far are you wanting this sharing to go?”
Damien looked down into her censuring blue eyes and smiled at the jealous look she couldn’t hide. “Relax, cherie, a little girl on girl touching is a given for just about any guy, but that’s it. Vampires tend to be a possessive breed, at least those of us belonging to the brethren.”
“You done with us, Damien?” Luc called out with a snicker. “Cause if you are, there’s enough time before dawn for Jon and I to hit the streets again.”
“I bet he means enough time for them to get laid before turning in.” Abby grinned mischievously up at Damien, her body soft and pressed against his still clad one, his semi erect cock nestled against her abdomen.
Damien returned her smile, swatted her still warm ass and said, “Unless you want them to miss out by sticking around while I nail you again, quit rubbing yourself against me like that.” Turning to the brothers, he saw Jacob leaning against the entry doorway, his face sad and pensive as he looked across the room at them. “I think Jacob has a favor to ask of you that has to come first.”
Abby hadn’t noticed Jacob until Damien pointed out his presence. Now that her mind and body wasn’t consumed by lust, she suddenly felt self-conscious about her nudity in front of the three men she had known since she was a child. Damien, damn him, just chuckled when she attempted to shield herself behind him.
“Five minutes ago it didn’t bother you that they were in the room,” he reminded her as he pulled off his black silk tee shirt and slipped it over her head.
“Five minutes ago I didn’t care how many people were in here as long as you didn’t pull away from me again.”
Damien pulled her long hair out of the shirt and ran his fingers through its length as it fell down to her hips. “If you knew why I kept pulling back, you would never have pursued me. Maybe that’s where I went wrong, maybe I should’ve sucked it up and watched the light in your pretty eyes when you look at me go out by telling you the truth about the monster you’ve hooked up with.”
Abby wasn’t going to argue with him, would never believe he was capable of behaving like the monster he kept naming himself unless he had good reason and refused to ruin the night by arguing with him. “Too late. Now, what’s going on with Jacob?”
“He’s found his mate.”
Abrielle knocked on the door to Jacob’s room now knowing why Damien didn’t sound pleased about Jacob finding his mate. She had been lucky. Her introduction to vampires had come about by way of a rescue from a human and she had been grateful for their existence ever since. She couldn’t imagine going through what Grace had and then calmly accepting she was destined to become the one and only to a vampire.
“Grace, my name’s Abby. Can I come in?” she called out when there was no answer to her knock.
“If I had known the door wasn’t locked, I would’ve tried to escape,” Grace said as she flung open the door and stared accusingly at the pretty woman eyeing her with compassion. She didn’t want pity; she just wanted to go home.
“You’re not a prisoner here.” Abby moved past her into the room. She was still wearing nothing but Damien’s shirt and felt herself blush at the other woman’s sneering look. “I know you have no reason to believe me, but you’re safe here. These guys won’t let anything happen to you.”
“From what I’ve seen of these guys, they’re just like the one who kidnapped me and kept me prisoner in his home for the past two weeks.”
“Really?” Abby asked with a raised brow. Even though she was unsure of how to deal with a traumatized victim, she wasn’t about to let this woman malign the men she has known for most of her life, men she knew were good and honorable despite being vampires. “You’re not tied to the bed, you’re dressed and I know Jacob hasn’t forced himself on you.”
“That doesn’t mean he won’t,” Grace snapped defensive
ly as she plopped her hands on her hips and glared back at this woman who seemed to be in bed, literally, with these creatures. “So, I’m free to leave?”
“Of course,” she answered readily, surprising her. “It’s dawn, so we’re both safe from a rogue attack, at least until tonight.”
“How can you be so calm? My God, two weeks ago I thought vampires were just myths. I can’t even go to the police and tell them what happened to me because no one would believe me.”
Abby heard the fear in Grace’s voice, the disbelief of everything that had happened. She wasn’t completely cowed by what Mason had put her through, but she wasn’t far from it. Taking a seat on a large recliner next to the fireplace, Abby curled her legs under her and said, “Sit down a minute, Grace. I’ll tell you my story and how I came to know about the brethren.”
Grace didn’t want to sit, she wanted to run, run back to her life, pick up the pieces and pretend the past two weeks never happened. But she sat on the bed facing the other woman whom she hoped had the answers she needed. Questions like why she was so drawn to Jacob after what Mason had done to her and why the thought of leaving and never seeing him again filled her with sorrow instead of relief. As if her physical reaction to the vampire wasn’t enough to send her into a tailspin of confusion. Her eyes widened in alarm and then surprise when Abby pulled the wide neck of the man’s tee shirt she wore down to expose the side of her breast, showing her a birthmark similar to the one she bore on her neck.
“Mine just suddenly appeared shortly before my twenty-fifth birthday three years ago. When did yours appear?”
Grace swallowed convulsively before replying, “Four years ago, right before my twenty-fifth birthday also. Mason was obsessed with it, constantly looking at it, touching it. The one time he took my blood, he bit me right there.”