by Alice Wade
“I already did,” Kailani replied in an amused tone. What she felt emanating from Lainey eased her worries that Talon had not made a mistake by allowing this. “She’s a bit distracted at the moment, and it took me three tries to get through. She should be quieter now.”
“Hmm. My turn to get you to scream like that.”
Talon pounced, pinning her to the mattress and nibbled on her neck before he thrust into her deep and hard, making controlled intense love to his one true mate. Talon was a skilled lover, and had centuries to perfect this with Kailani. It wasn’t long before he achieved his goal, and had Kailani screaming his name over and over before the night was done.
* * * *
Dace couldn’t wait any longer. The need to be inside her was overwhelming, not to mention he could see the burning desire built in her again. He knew this because her eyes glowed a more vibrant green. Using his thighs, he split her legs pinning them wide open, but before he did anything, he looked between their bodies and had a thought.
“May I?” he asked playfully, and nearly fainted when he looked back into her face. The way her pixy face was framed by her wild curly black hair only accentuated her green eyes and fangs. It completed the image he had earlier of a cat. Frankly, the only thing missing from the feline image were whiskers. For some reason, this sent another pulse of blood to his member and he groaned.
“Seriously?” she taunted. “I heard the cat comment from your mind.”
Laughing in response, Dace slide lower and took a moment to admire the body he missed. She was aroused, and when he opened her legs farther, she bloomed like flower.
Suddenly all the energy in the room funneled through her veins when his soft tongue made contact with her body. The feeling was like the softest velvet and his tongue was warm and wet. “Oh, Dace,” she whispered just before she hollered when he claimed her clit in a near painful suction.
Lainey thrashed on the bed, gripping anything she could in order to not pull away from his mouth. When he bit down lightly, the sheets balled in her fists. When his tongue flicked at her body, she ripped them from the bed in a violent flourish. She was dying. She felt her release coil in her stomach and arched her back in preparation for the explosion she felt building.
However, Dace felt like being playful. He held her on the precipice and didn’t let her fall over. The moment he knew she was about to shatter, he moved his tongue down her body to toy with her less intensely. He wasn’t sure what he enjoyed more at the moment—keeping in a simmering state or enjoying the sensation of taste that exploded in his mouth. He enjoyed the flavors that assaulted his tongue, which kept him coming back for more.
“You taste sweet. Like nectar from the ripest fruit.” He seriously loved the benefits of her conversion.
She’d moved her hands from the sheets to his hair, and wove her fingers through his shaggy mop. “Stop talking,” she ordered and shoved him back to her body. She wanted him to finish and she wanted it now. There would be plenty of time later to talk, but now she needed him to set her free.
He got the message and pounced on her again with a certain vigor that had both of them panting uncontrollably. By now his hair was a mess, the sheets ripped off the mattress and he still wouldn’t release her from her torment.
Lainey snarled looking down at him between her breasts. Normally she would have laughed at the wink he gave her. The surge of sexual need dominated her thoughts and she growled for him to continue. “Please, Dace,” she urgently pleaded.
He took pity on her, probably because he felt her need building. This time however when he resumed, he let her cascade into her bliss, screaming his name violently.
Smiling against her leg, he allowed himself a moment to be overwhelmed by her essence. He remained right where he was and kissed her inner thighs letting the residual aftershocks trembled through her muscles. He couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to because her shaky fingers still gripped his hair, pinning him in place with her inhuman strength. When he heard her gulp in air, he looked up at her flushed but now relaxed face. “Better?”
Lainey sedately nodded.
She released the hold on his hair and he crawled up her body. Dace wasted no time settling into a position between her legs that left nothing to the imagination. Yet he didn’t enter her. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her in a slow and deep caress, letting her taste her sweet flavor on his lips.
He was careful of her fangs for they seemed to have gotten longer while he’d been busy and he didn’t want to get cut. It amazed him that her teeth could do this. Top and bottom, she now had sharp points. He could feel that the top curved downward in a wicked angle and each fang about a half an inch long. Exploring carefully, he grazed the bottom teeth which were not as big, yet equally as wicked.
Inspecting them for a moment longer, he was surprised that this feeling aroused him instead of repulsing him as it would have before. How stupid he had he been? Now he was wasting time getting lost and slowly pressed into her warmth. Dace watched as her eyes rolled back into her head as he inched farther inside. Sweet Vasila, this was nearly his undoing and had to bury his face in her neck to retain any semblance of control.
“Lainey,” he said quietly. “I’m about to explode.”
All he got in reply was a gyration of her hips, which forced her body to swallow him deeper. When it wasn’t enough, he heard her emit a tormented whimper because he took too long. That sound was the only encouragement he needed and thrust hard. In one smooth motion, he filled her deepest reaches and slammed his body into hers in an almost painful motion.
His concentration faltered for a moment when she bellowed. Looking down at her, he feared he’d hurt her with his forceful entry. Her eyes were scrunched tight and her mouth held open as if readying to scream. He grew concerned until she opened her eyes and he could see the depth of joy that radiated back. It wasn’t pain that caused her reaction, but instead she relished this. To further highlight the depth of her pleasure, she released another feral sound and arched her back. Dace swore his heart would burst at the sight of her sweat covered body just before their skin touched. “Oh, Lainey,” he mumbled, watching her fall deeper into the pleasure he offered. Throughout every inch of her body, he and felt her muscles tremble when the incredible sensations consumed her again. The next time she met his gaze, he could see her emotion immediately. Dace saw that the pain from their separation was less and the metaphorical wound sealed closed with each sensual thrust of his hips. His original intent was to go slow and gentle. That went out the door each time she purred or growled and his body reacted as if it had a mind of its own. He became crazed like a madman. His pace quickened, generating slapping sounds as their sweaty bodies collided. Even though he was on the wild side at the moment, he controlled his rhythm to be sensual and rolling. Each time his body stoked hers, it earned a few more sounds he’d never heard from his vampire.
She matched him too. Dace loved this, increasing his tempo and feeling her body follow. Together they performed a dance that was fantastically synchronized and intimate, filled with grunts, groans and a quite few snarls mixed in. In addition, the purring. He loved the purring.
Between his undulations, he couldn’t stop kissing her. He only pulled his lips away from hers long enough to catch a breath before they were affixed again in a fanatical kiss. He used their bodies to take them to new heights, orchestrated by their love. He didn’t care that their breathing was labored or their skin hot. He only cared that they were joined intimately and vowed he would never be separated from her again.
Her loud sounds continued to emanate from their joined lips. The sensations vibrated against his mouth and inflamed him further. It urged him to take her hard and she obviously wanted nothing else but this at the moment. Dace hoped it was curing the itch she felt within her body.
At one point, he surprised her by placing his hands on her hips be
fore pulling her buttocks off the bed and kneeled high. Her seductive smile encouraged him. Seeing that, he forced her upper back to remain pressed into the bed while he lifted her hips into the air at his waist. The view down her elongated body to her flushed face was erotic.
He gave one seductive smile before he pressed into her, earning a loud expulsion of air. He cried out in satisfaction when he watched the grip of her sexual urge release yet again, curbing more of her pent up power.
Dace couldn’t move because he trembled badly. He ended up holding her pinned in this position until he found the strength to detach and collapse to the bed in an ungraceful heap. From the side, he watched her come came back to her senses. That last release nearly knocked her unconscious and Dace wanted to give her a moment to recover. Hell, even he was slightly stunned when the feelings finally subsided.
After long moment, Lainey finally blinked until her green eyes were not so glazed over. He resisted laughing. She turned her dazed and satisfied face to him, gracing him with a bold smile. Her curls were wild; she looked like she’d not brushed her hair in weeks. That sight did make him laugh, and she bared her teeth in mock viciousness. That drew a deeper laugh in response. He couldn’t remember being this happy, ever.
Chuckling, Dace rolled over quickly in order to cover her with his body before she could move away. He wasted no time and ravaged with a tender and loving kiss before she could resist. Pulling back a moment later, he gazed down into her face, “I love you Lainey.” He said heated and deep between kisses. “I’ve missed you, honey. I’m glad you’re home.”
Lainey’s eyes filled with moisture and all she could do was smile up at him. The playful humor from moments before evaporated. Now that he eased some of her sexual urge, she knew her life would start to balance again. This was what she needed. This was who she wanted. Dace, her strong and handsome Dace.
Dace continued to admire her face, so different yet the same as before. He traced the contour of her cheek, down her neck to her breast. “I do like the improvements.” To highlight his point he cupped one of her breasts and kneaded the succulent mound.
Lainey finally found her voice after being so overwhelmed. The urge to jump him and have steamy sex subsided for the moment, and she took this moment to enjoy this peaceful reunion with her lover. “I’m still confused. Two days ago you were disgusted by me.”
“I know. I was stupid. Immature.” He said, leaning up on his elbows to look down at her upturned face, “I was wrong.”
“Yes you were. You didn’t even give me a chance to explain. That hurt a lot.”
Dace buried his face in her neck while he inhaled. Shite…she even smelled more succulent. “I was wrong.”
“Yes, you were,” she said again. “I wasn’t kidding that it’s going to take you years to make it up to me.”
“And I will, I promise.” His lips tickled the skin along her neck and she shivered.
Lainey captured his face between both hands and turned it towards her, breaking his fascination with her body. “I need to know one more thing. I know this may not be the right time, but I need to know what this means for us, Dace. Where do we stand?”
He knew exactly what she was referring to. She wanted to know if they were still betrothed. “Hold on. I totally forgot.” He gracefully departed the bed and found his trousers, digging around in the pockets until he found what he was looking for.
She watched him with curiosity and a little apprehension. The optimistic side of her prayed whatever he was collecting was what she hoped for.
“I went on a robbery last night and again today to find what I was looking for. I finally succeeded this morning.” He captured her hand and extended the finger, sliding a ring in place on her left hand. It was larger than the first, still a princess cut of at least two carats in size. The band was more elaborate as well, but not so much that it was gaudy. It still screamed ‘Lainey’ so he stole it. “Does this answer your question?”
All Lainey could do was nod as she admired the ring on her hand. He still wanted to marry her. After all that he had said. He still wanted her.
“I’ll always love you, honey. I realized yesterday that won’t ever change. My words and actions were wrong, as I’ve said multiple times tonight.” Dace leaned forward, “I wanted you to have this since your last one was taken from you. Will you still marry me Lainey?”
“Dace!” she practically flew into his arms and buried her face in his neck, smelling his blood as it ran through his body. Instinctually, her fangs dripped venom at being that close, but she resisted. Her joy overrode her need to feed, since she wasn’t hungry at the moment from her early hunt. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Now that we’ve cleared that up, can we please continue?” His body already recovered and he wanted to plant himself between those marvelous thighs once more. He tried unsuccessfully to detach her arms from around his neck and had another realization—she was now ten times stronger than him and he gave up.
It took her a moment to retract her arms and look into his face. With a single smile and nod, she sat up and formed a mischievous smile. “Of course.”
“How long can I expect this need to have the most passionate sex I’ve ever known to last?” He asked curiously.
“Awhile yet. You’ve eased a tremendous pressure already. Dace, I don’t need these urges to love you this way. I’m yours whenever you want me.”
“In that case,” he kissed her sweetly. He smiled against her lips when he heard her moan.
He wanted to show her the depth of love he felt bursting inside. He wanted to love her as if this were the last time he’d ever see her again and did. He wanted her to drown in the emotions that threatened to stop his heart. This felt complete right where he was and vowed he’d never let anything come between them again. His hips told that story; the frantic beating of his heart strengthened the message. It was their combined closure that ended the telling for this round. Looking into her glowing green eyes, he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Not by far. The sexual urges that still rolled in her system were far from over. So he continued to love her, filling every need she might have and healing his own broken heart. It wasn’t until hours later that she finally announced, “Enough.”
Laughing and exhausted, Dace rolled over, “Thank Vasila, because I’m about to pass out.” He brushed her sweat-soaked hair out of her eyes and cupped her face in his palm. Are you able to take a bath?”
She was sprawled on the bed and slick with a healthy covering of sweat. She watched him with heavily lidded eyes, too tired to lift her head. That did sound good.
“As long as it’s short. I’m good as dead.”
* * * *
An hour later, they both finally settled down to get some much needed rest.
He grinned wildly as he pulled her against his chest, feeling her get settled snug against his body. Dace felt her smile as she pressed her ear to his heart, listening to the beat until she fell asleep. Holding her like this, right now, he realized one thing. He was one lucky man.
Chapter Eight
Kaen felt Lainey’s first broadcast of pleasure yesterday and it grated on his mind like a call that he needed to heed. There was another brief flutter last night, but that didn’t compare to the explosion he felt now. Her arousal was a siren announcing her current state of mind. Which meant she must have hunted for the first time, probably on human blood. That incensed Kaen. He should have been the one to teach her this. He should have been the one to ease the urges she currently fought.
Next to him, his fist slammed into the wall punching a good sized hole in the stone. Damn Talon!
Lainey belonged to him and now he was left to feel her experiences through their dwindling connection. He seethed in a turbulent rage and knew he needed to do something. He stomped through the castle to his new dungeon that Ondre had allowed him to use. He could lock himself d
own there until this passed because now was not the time to rush out and behave rashly. If he miscalculated, all his plans would be for naught. No, right now, sprinting to Lainey was not the answer.
Gnashing his teeth, he slammed into to the cell and snorted. Kaen felt the delicate balancing act of one who was close to losing humanity completely, so this idea suddenly sounded like a good one. Kaen squatted down covering his head to mask the sensations that battered at him. He knew he must wait to collect her and it ate at him. That point was proven when his men found the renegade camp and informed him that it was completely abandoned.
Unknowingly, she just made this more fun and the moment he had her again, he would show her just how excited it made him to have to chase her like this. At the same time, however, he’d punished her for leaving in the first place.
This obsession was why he needed to be locked up, for the thrill of reclaiming her had his body hard and throbbing in anticipation of grinding into that succulent body once more.
She was loud, which meant she was close. Kaen could tell by the intensity of her desires and the wild fashion in which they were unleashed, that she must be out of control. She needed a firm hand and a steady lover to get her through this and damn it if he wasn’t pissed off he was locked in a cell. A smile pulled his scar, which turned into a snarl. Damn it! He should be the one teaching her these things, not Talon! He sired her, not the elf! It was his right ultimately and it belonged to him!
Kaen stood and stalked around the cell, snarling and hissing in anger as the bombardment of emotions sang to him like a lover’s song. Crazed, Kaen gripped the iron bars and shook violently and thrashing with anger at being denied his black haired toy. This level of fury struck him each time her sexual levels rose and left Kaen panting with exhaustion by the time she was finally done. When he entered it had been night, but a ray of sunlight fell across his hand announcing morning. Shite. She lasted all night in that state.