by Caris Roane
Page 15
She felt the hard length of him against her. He drank and drank and with each sucking down of her blood, her heart grew easier and happier, lighter, more fluid.
At the same time, her need for him rose, to have all that beautiful mass that had pleasured her just a few hours ago, inside her once more. She shifted her hand slightly and as soon as he felt what she was doing he created just enough space that she could glide her hand down the front of his leathers.
She found him and rubbed, then groaned. An ache grew, deep inside. Her body responded with deep pulls as though trying to draw within what was held away from her.
He released her neck, but his growls remained.
Off, his mind cried. Now.
She wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t understand. The vampire had a plan and her body was so on board. She lost her jeans and her thong.
With a speed that became a blur of movement, he got his boots and pants off. She gave a little cry as he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up into the air, then planted her against the door. Good thing the storeroom door was made of solid wood.
She wrapped her legs around him as he slid one large hand to cup her buttocks and tilt her hips. He was chuffing against her neck as he pressed against her entrance, then pushed inside.
She groaned long and loud and hoped to hell Elena had had the good sense to leave the building along with Ethan.
“Can’t…. help…this,” he whispered against her ear. Then he was pumping hard.
“Can’t…help…loving…this,” she responded. She giggled then cooed then groaned as the vampire settled into a brisk rhythm, his frequency showering her body head to foot as though touching her with a thousand fingertips all at the same time. Without meaning to, she was suddenly shouting at the ceiling, her head arched, as Gerrod slammed into her, all that movement making a drum out of the door. But the orgasm rolled, tugging at her and pulling and swirling, so she kept on shouting.
As he came, his roar filled the small space and for a moment she went deaf. She felt the jerks of his cock, as his rhythm changed then slowed.
He was panting hard.
Her breathing had the sound of bellows.
She looked up at him. His eyes were closed. He seemed dazed.
She was dazed. Stunned, her lips parted. Her mind seemed a little mushy. She felt certain what she had just done with him wasn’t a good idea, but her rational mind refused to give her even one reason as to why that might be. Or maybe it was because all the pleasure flowing through her veins wasn’t allowing her brain to function at all.
Yeah, that was more like it.
When he opened his eyes, he stared into hers. She stared back. Maybe she blinked. She wasn’t sure.
“Oh, Gerrod,” she murmured. Then she leaned up and kissed him. He seemed hesitant, almost reluctant, then his arms slipped fully around her and he returned the kiss, sinking his tongue deep.
Heaven, she pathed. Just heaven.
Yesssss, returned to her, almost a soft breeze through her mind, a pleasant sensation, so new, yet familiar as though she’d waited for telepathy her entire life.
Oh, good God in heaven. Was she tumbling in love with a vampire?
After a few minutes of more kissing, he pulled out of her and lowered her so that her feet touched the floor.
“Abigail, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. Dear Goddess, I was completely out of control. ” He put a hand over his face.
She caught his hand and pulled it down, holding it pressed to her heart. “It’s okay. I was with you all the way. One hundred percent. A willing participant. ”
“But, it’s not okay. ”
“Well, one thing is for sure, you can’t keep doing that. I mean, all Ethan did was take my hand. ”
“It wasn’t that. You tapped his frequency. I could feel it. ”
“That’s right, I did. It was so weird. ”
But his body stiffened all over again and he had to work to calm down. “Apparently, there’s more going on here, more than I comprehend. Just…don’t ever touch another mastyr vampire again. ”
“You think this would be true of all mastyr vampires?”
“Even the thought of it torments me. ”
She shook her head. “I’m just trying to understand. ”
He nodded. “Very well, my instincts tell me that you could reach the personal energy of any master vampire. ”
“Well, then I don’t think it’ll be a problem since there are so few of you. And because it bothers you, of course I won’t touch Ethan again. I promise. Or any others. ”
He appeared stunned, his eyes wide. “Just like that, without argument?”
She smiled. “I may be pricklish about many things, but I’ve been in Merhaine for over a year now and I’ve come to understand that there are differences between my specie and yours. I notice that most men don’t draw close to women who don’t belong to them, usually at a pace of five feet. I think this was my fault, but I just liked his smile. ”
“Because I don’t smile,” he said, scowling.
She couldn’t help it. She laughed then launched herself against his chest and slung her arms around his waist, which turned out to be a lot of leather coat to hold even though so soft. But the whole thing was absurd. She still wore her tank top and bra, but had nothing on below. And she had her face pressed against the silver-studded Guard belt.
She liked the feel of his bare legs against hers, though. But man, had her life really gotten bizarre.
He was tentative, but after a moment he surrounded her with his arms as well. Which made her sad because this was his truth, that he hadn’t had someone in his life for a long time.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “I’ve grown very fond of your scowl. I may tease you about it but I’ve come to understand that it reflects how serious you take your job as the Mastyr of Merhaine. I really do understand, or at least I try to. I think that was what I saw when I observed you and the community leaders last night through the entrance hall landscape. ”
“Indeed? You saw my concern for my realm-folk?”
“The weight you carry on your shoulders. ”
“Is that why you…washed my hair?”
She looked up then kissed him again. “I washed your hair because I admire and respect the hell out of you. ”
At that, his scowl softened at least a little and he kissed her back. “You warm my heart. ”
“Oh. That is the sweetest thing you could have said. ”
He looked away from her, and his scowl deepened once more. “We need to visit Vojalie. ”
At that, she backed away from him, feeling her own brows high on her forehead. “I’ve never met her before. I’ve heard of her of course. She’s said to be the most powerful fae in Merhaine. ”
“She is. Perhaps in all the Nine Realms. She’s also very wise. But I think we need to understand better what is going on here. With you. ”
“And with us?”
“Yes. I want to understand why I could have killed Ethan right now for touching you. ”
Abigail nodded. “Well, give me a few minutes, to, uh, make myself presentable. ”
He smiled. Well, perhaps just a half smile. But it was all she needed.
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Gerrod worked himself back into his leathers and boots, then left the absurd storage room to give Abigail some privacy. He rolled his eyes, all accusatory thoughts leveled at himself.
He had been badly lacking in control. But he had spoken truly when he said he could have killed Ethan and was glad that his good friend and fellow mastyr had understood his dilemma so quickly. If he hadn’t backed off, Gerrod would have fought him.
Not a good thing.
How had his life gotten so complicated? He did not understand what was going on. He needed advice, good, worthy, fae advice, the kind he always received from Vojalie.
She was pure
fae and wed to a very unattractive troll, whom she adored with every fiber of her being. The union had been one of the most stunning of Gerrod’s long life, so unexpected, even absurd, that the elegant, beautiful Vojalie of Shepherd County would have been wooed and won by the homely troll, Davido of Bergisson Realm.
He was very old, perhaps one of the oldest realm-folk Gerrod had ever known. The best historians thought he was perhaps two-thousand-years-old, but Gerrod had a strange feeling that Davido was well beyond that. Davido seemed to take peculiar enjoyment in refusing to reveal his age. He was funny, charming, and devoted to Vojalie, to her comfort, to her security and protection especially when with child as she was now.
He drew his phone from the pocket of his leathers and made the call.
“Vojalie The Wise’s residence, your handsome troll speaking. What might I do for you this fine realm day?”
Gerrod felt his mouth curve up, well at least part of it. “Hallo, Davido. This is Gerrod. ”
“Well, by the Goddess’s beautiful pink nipples, how the hell are you?”
Ethan and Davido got along really well, but then they both had deep ties to Bergisson.
He heard Vojalie in the background. “Stop that nonsense. Give the phone to me. Gerrod’s been on my mind for days now. ”
“Yes, my lovely one, anything you desire. ” Then to Gerrod, he continued, “Heard you got laid last night. ”
Gerrod really did need to have a long talk with Gus. Maybe he should seriously think about firing ‘his gossipy troll’s ass’, as Ethan would say.
“I was given a measure of blood by the human and it has bolstered my physical well-being. I wish to bring her to Vojalie to see what she can discern about Mistress Abigail. I,” he cleared his throat, “I nearly battled Ethan for her because she shook his hand. ”
The next words were muffled as though Davido held his hand loosely over the phone, but Gerrod could make out the words. “My dearest most pleasing one, love has struck Gerrod at last. He almost killed Ethan over the human, the one called Abigail. ”
“Give. Me. The. Phone. You are as bad as Augustus. ” Gerrod heard a spitting noise.
A muffled ‘ouch’ followed.