“Love, look at me.”
She refused to look at him. “Just let me go…please.”
She squealed in surprise as he tossed her onto the bed. He untucked his shirt then pulled it up over his head. Sherry’s eyes rounded as he exposed his massive muscular chest and rock hard abs. Her gaze dropped to the bulge straining his leather pants.
***
He had never dealt with a reluctant woman before, one that turned hot and cold within a second. When he tossed her on the bed he had every intention of ravaging her, by force if necessary. He was tired of the games. But he saw her eyes darken and her nipples pebble as she stared at his crotch; there was something erotic about that, so he decided to take another tactic and purposefully slowed his movements. After toeing off his boots, he slipped his pants half way down his hips, freeing his cock and fisting it with slow deliberate stokes.
***
She sat up and licked her lips, her eyes focused on his every movement. Her heart hammered in her chest. My God, she thought, he’s perfect. This can’t be real; I must be dreaming or still back in that coffin in the mausoleum having dark fantasies. She reached out her hand to touch, but thought better of it and pulled it back. But his hand grabbed hers and guided her fingers to the hot silky flesh.
He placed his hand over hers—guiding her movements—showing her how to please him. He was relieved when he let go to remove his pants that she kept up on her own, growing bolder as he lengthened and grew harder in her hands. He clenched his teeth together as his cock twitched, pre-cum seeping from the engorged head. “I won’t last long if you keep that up, love.” He placed both hands over hers to stop her movements. “When I come I want to be buried deep in your tight sheath with it pulsating around my cock, milking me in the throes of your own pleasure. But….” She shivered, then raised her gaze to his. “I want to pleasure you first.” She bit her bottom lip. “I want to hear you scream out my name when you come for the first time, and I’ll make sure you come many times before I’ll even consider letting you out of this bed.”
She just nodded, afraid to say anything in fear that this fantasy would shatter. She was thoroughly convinced that her mind was indeed fabricating this. Things like this just didn’t happen to her.
Chapter Eleven
Drake knelt on the bed over her and covered her mouth with his. He slipped his tongue between her parted lips as he eased her down onto the mattress and he lay down beside her. His tongue stroked hers as his hands caressed and explored her body.
Her legs parted as his hand slipped between them. She was wet and ached for his touch.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss and rose above her. He briefly watched her expression change to wonder, then lust, as he plunged his fingers deep within her, pumping and stretching as she writhed on the bed, clutching the sheets in her fists.
He continued the tender assault with his mouth as he traveled down her body, tasting and suckling as her flesh twitched beneath his lips. Then he settled himself between her legs and draped her calves over his shoulders.
Her eyes flew open in surprise and she struggled a bit. “Drake?”
He grabbed her hips firmly, staying her movements. “Relax, love. I intend to teach you the pleasures of the flesh. You will enjoy yourself more if you let it happen. Just trust me.”
She took a quivering breath, then expelled it slowly. He had her body wound tight and she needed release. “Okay.” Her gaze met his. “I trust you.”
“Good. Then close those beautiful eyes and let me have my wicked way with you.” His tone was teasing.
She smiled as she closed her eyes, responding to his teasing tone. “Yes, sire.”
“Prepare yourself, vixen; to tease and tempt a king comes with dire consequences.” Her eyes flew open again. “You will get no rest tonight.”
She laughed softly, warming up to the playful side of his personality that she hadn’t seen until now. “I am nothing but your humble servant, sire. I place my body in your care.”
He lifted an eyebrow and smacked her on the ass, then massaged the abused area. “You shall be no one’s servant, vixen. You will be my queen.”
She blinked at him in surprise.
He plunged three fingers deep within her, pumping in and out as he rubbed his thumb over her swollen nub. She caught her breath, raising her hips to the rhythm of his fingers as her eyes rolled beneath shuttered lids.
“Say it,” he breathed. “Say the words.”
She whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side. The sensations running through her body were intoxicating. She couldn’t think.
“Say the words little one, and I will bring you sweet release.” His fingers continued the assault, keeping her throbbing around them, hovering on the brink with no release.
“I will be your queen,” she panted. “I’ll be anything you want me to be…just please….”
He lifted her hips with his free hand, bringing her up to his mouth, then ran his tongue over the swollen nub. She cried out as her juices soaked his fingers. He covered her with his mouth and his tongue replaced his fingers, plunging into her creamy depths. Her inner walls gripped his tongue, soaking him as she shouted out his name and came hard.
***
He kissed her inner thigh while she was still coming down and rubbed his tongue over the sensitive area, releasing his venom to numb it. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it as his fangs sank into her tender flesh, releasing the endorphins from his venom into her bloodstream, marking her as his. He then drank the virginal blood from her femoral artery, sealing the bond with her soul. This was a very intimate act for a vampire, bringing its own highs. He withdrew his fangs and sealed the tiny wounds. His cock ached…it was now time to seal the bond with her body.
He lowered her hips to where her legs now draped across his thighs. He reached up to tweak her nipples to wake her. They puckered beneath his fingers.
She caught her breath and opened her eyes.
He smiled. “I told you that there would be no rest for you tonight.”
She placed her hand over her face, then peeked at him from between her fingers. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
He stroked his cock. “Your desires were sated temporarily, but you left me awake to entertain myself.”
She giggled.
“Vixon, you should know better than to giggle at a man.”
“Sorry.” She reached out, taking the silky member into her hands, running her thumb over the engorged head. He sucked in a breath. “Will it always be like that…? The sex, I mean.”
He shook his head. “No.”
Her expression fell, and he could see her disappointment.
“No, little one, it will only get better.”
Her eyes rounded. “I don’t know if my heart can take it. I thought it would burst before and I’d die from the sensation.”
He smiled at her innocent remark and ran his hands down her body, then stroked his fingers between her legs. “You’ll live to love it, vixen. I’ll show you what it’s like to have your sweet body worshiped by a vampire.” He leaned forward and grazed his lips across her neck, and felt the responding goose bumps travel beneath his lips. “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her from the mattress, his palms supporting her butt. “Now wrap your legs around my waist. That’s right.” He lowered her to just above his throbbing member. “The first time will hurt you a little, but it won’t last. I’ll try to take it slow.”
She nodded. “I still trust you.”
He slanted his mouth over hers and plunged his tongue inside, stroking her tongue with his. She kissed him back with abandon as he eased her down over his cock. He pumped his hips, feeling her wet sheath stretch to accommodate his size. He slowly rocked his hips, plunging deeper. He felt her tense when he reached her barrier. Knowing there was no other way around it, he pushed through it, seating himself to the hilt. She whimpered and he froze t
o allow her time to adjust to his size. It was all he could do not to move. She was so tight and hot, it was a sweet torture. She rocked her hips, and then again, her juices coated him. He couldn’t wait any longer and he began to thrust in and out of her. He grazed his lips over her throat while she threw her head back in abandon. He couldn’t believe how passionate she was as she matched him stroke for stroke. It had been a long time, years in fact, since he had even cared about a woman’s body beneath him, other than to slack his lust. He would enjoy spending time with this one. He felt justified in marking her. After all, she had agreed to be his queen. Her breathing picked up and her breasts bounced with the increased rhythm of their bodies locked as one. He felt her hot walls spasm around his cock, milking him, and he let himself go. He thrust harder and felt the roar start at his cock and expel from his lungs. He bit down on her sweet spot as the cum spilled from his body, filling her.
***
She shuddered again as he laid down on his back with her straddled on top of him; he was still buried deep within her. Her breathing was slowly coming back under her control. “My God,” she panted softly. “I’m still tingling all over.” She propped up on her elbows, resting her chin in her hands. As she gazed into his eyes she said, “Can I keep you?” He raised an eyebrow at her question, causing her to laugh. “Chill, sire, I was only teasing you.”
With a growl he flipped her over onto her back and plunged deeper into her. “What if I won’t let you go?”
Her heart raced. He can’t be serious, can he?
He started to move again and she didn’t give it another thought.
Chapter Twelve
The morning rays peeked through the blinds, shining into Sherry’s eyes. As she stretched she felt Drake’s grip tighten around her, and the memories of the night before washed over her. He had indeed kept her up most of the night and she felt a bit sore, but just thinking about the things he had done to her and with her made her wet all over again. Her stomach grumbled, then she heard Shadow’s soft meow coming from the kitchen, so she eased out from beneath Drake’s arm and headed to the kitchen.
As Sherry put on a pot of coffee and fed the cat, her thoughts drifted to the events of the day before. She had to admit that this morning was certainly different from any other. Drake was first and foremost on her mind. He was certainly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, definitely arrogant and a bit overbearing, but there was something about him…. She caught herself grinning for no reason at all, then laughed out loud, causing Shadow to stop eating and stare. He tilted his head, then trotted out of the room. “Strange cat,” she said to the empty room.
Her stomach rumbled again, and she realized that she hadn’t eaten a thing since breakfast at the diner yesterday. She was suddenly starving. Opening the refrigerator, she stared at the contents. Deciding on bacon and eggs, she placed them on the counter, then paused. Do vampires eat? Just call Desiree and ask her, she reasoned.
She picked up her cell phone from the counter and noticed that she had three missed calls, all from Desiree. Three calls? Sherry frowned at the phone. I wonder what was so urgent. “Hmmm.”
Her finger pressed redial and Desiree answered on the first ring. “Sherry, are you okay?” Desiree nearly shouted into the phone.
Desiree’s panic irked her. “I’m fine, Mom! Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just that you were alone with Drake all night.”
Sherry sighed. “Des, in case you haven’t noticed recently, I’m twenty-three now, not thirteen.”
“I know, I know, but I know how overbearing and forceful Drake can be. I’m just worried, that’s all. I was afraid that he’d force you—”
“He didn’t force me to do anything.” Sherry smiled to herself. “Let’s just say that we worked it all out. He’s amazing.”
“Your meaning?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You had sex with him, didn’t you? Didn’t you?” Sherry pulled the phone away from her ear as Desiree shouted into the receiver. Sherry heard Mica in the background telling Desiree to calm down.
Sherry was angry now. Desiree was taking the protection issue a bit too far. “Yes, Mom, I did. I never knew that my sex life, or lack thereof, was any of your business. But it doesn’t seem like you are going to let the subject drop without an answer, so here it is…it was amazing, mind-blowing in fact. It was the best damn night of my life. Happy now?”
“Did he mark you?” she shouted.
Mark me? What in the hell is she talking about? “What?”
“Did he claim you?”
Sherry rolled her eyes. “He claimed my virginity, nosy.” She heard Desiree’s sharp intake of breath and calmed down. “I haven’t a clue as to what else you could be talking about, claiming.”
“Sherry, I’m so sorry. I feel like this is all my fault.”
“Look, Desiree, there’s no need to be sorry. He can be an ass, yes, but I really like him. I’ve never felt this drawn to someone before. I don’t have much experience in this kind of situation, but I think he really likes me too. But with guys, who knows?”
“I think he more than likes you.”
“Good, I hope you’re right.” She heard Desiree sigh on the other end. “Des, you know what it’s like to be a witch. The locals shunning you in fear of what you might do to them; the feeling when a new guy comes into town and he seems to like you, and you think to yourself, ‘now finally’; then the next thing you know someone’s whispering in his ear and you never see him again. Drake is not afraid of me. He’s a little intimidating, but I actually discovered a playful side to him last night, and it really surprised me.”
“Playful? Drake?”
Sherry giggled. “Yeah, I was teasing him, calling him sire. He teased me back and called me his queen. He actually made me say that I was his queen or he wouldn’t…never mind. That’s too much information. But I’ll admit that that game was…interesting, to say the least.”
“Hang on a second, Sherry.” Sherry heard muffled talking in the background, then Desiree came back on the phone. “Sherry, just please be careful. Drake is dangerous. Mica says that Drake doesn’t play games.”
“You just tell Mica that he’s wrong about Drake. He’s not as tough as he appears. He’s actually quite caring.”
Desiree sighed. “I hope you’re right.”
“I am right. Stop worrying. Um, Desiree I actually called for another reason.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, Drake’s still sleeping and I’m starving. I was going to cook breakfast for us but I don’t even know if vampires eat.”
“I had the same question with Mica. They can eat food, but generally don’t. It doesn’t satisfy their hunger and they don’t crave food anymore.”
“Thanks for the info. We’ll probably see you both later. I’m gonna eat something before I fall over. Later.”
“Bye, Sherry.”
***
Thoroughly sated, Drake hadn’t slept that well in years. He opened his eyes and was startled to find himself nose to nose with a black ball of fur. “Where in the hell did you come from?”
Shadow sat down on Drake’s chest, his intelligent green eyes seeming to mock him as he placed his paw on Drake’s chin. Drake frowned as Shadow began to purr, circled his chest, then curled up in a ball and laid his head down.
Sherry walked into the bedroom. She wore a long white terrycloth robe, and had her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. She paused next to the bed and stared at the cat. “Hmmmm—interesting.” She smiled at Drake as she reached over and stroked her pet. “He seems to like you—which is odd. He doesn’t usually trust strangers, especially men.”
Drake picked the cat up, holding him in front of him, and stared into his eyes. He sat up and looked at Sherry, frowning. “How long have you owned this fur ball?”
She huffed out an exasperated breath. “Drake, that’s not very nice. Shadow is—”
“How long?”
She shru
gged. “I don’t know—two years, maybe. He showed up on my doorstep right after I moved in. He’s my familiar. Why?”
He put Shadow down on the bed, then crossed his arms over his chest. “Your pet isn’t what he seems.”
Sherry smirked. “What, you can talk to animals? He told you that he has some deep dark desire to harm me or something?” She brought the coffee cup up to her lips.
“If that were the case then he would be dead right now. No, I can’t talk to animals, but I can recognize shape shifters.” Shadow hung his head and looked toward the door.
Sherry’s eyes bugged as she choked on her coffee. “Shape shifter!” She coughed a few more times as Shadow backed slowly toward the edge of the bed, away from Sherry’s reach. “Shadow! The whole time….” Her eyes bugged again and she slammed her coffee cup down on the dresser. “The whole time?” Shadow froze, trembling. “All that time I knew you understood me, but I thought the reason was because you were my familiar and I thought we had a connection. But you understood me because you’re not even a cat. You watched me change and take baths…you little pervert!”
Drake laughed softly. “Calm down, Vixen.”
She pointed toward Shadow. “I find a traitor in my home and you find this funny?”
“He is just a child.”
“What?”
“He is just a child,” he repeated. “If he were here to harm you he would have done it a long time ago. My guess is he is hiding from something or someone, and you were safe.” Drake nodded toward the cat. “Reveal yourself.”
The air around the cat shimmered and formed into a boy of about twelve. His black wavy hair was long and in bad need of a trim. He was a handsome kid with large green eyes. He looked away, clearly ashamed of his nudity.
Sherry opened her top drawer and tossed him a t-shirt. “Here, put this on.”
He slipped it over his head and mumbled, “Thank you.”
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