Blood Betrayed

by Gabrielle Bisset

  "Declan, don't stop. God, don't stop!"

  Solenne's voice trailed off, and Saint felt her orgasm take her over. Taking her swollen nub between his lips, he sucked as she whimpered sounds of perfect pleasure.

  Finally, when her body had finished its ecstasy, she cried, "My legs are going to give out, Declan!"

  Saint grabbed the backs of her thighs as her legs buckled underneath her. It had been so long since he'd had the joy of reveling in the feeling of pleasing one of his kind. God, he'd missed this!

  He stood and smiled, ready for round two. Steam hung above their heads, and Solenne pulled at his clothes to undress him.

  "I hope there's some hot water left," she said with a smile as he stepped out of his pants. As she stroked his already hard cock, she licked her lips and added, "I'd hate to have this ruined by cold water."

  Nuzzling her neck, he murmured against her moist skin, "It could be ice water. Doesn't matter."

  Saint led her into the glass shower and closed the door behind them. When he turned back to face her, he stopped short, struck by how beautiful she was as she stood there soaking wet in front of him.

  Pulling her to him, he pressed his body to hers and kissed her deeply. She arched into him, tilted her head back, and smiled that same sexy grin that had seduced him so many times before. Smoothing the wet hair from her face, he stared into her beautiful eyes, letting himself get lost in them.

  "God, you're gorgeous," he said as he slid his hands to cradle her face. "Every day since the last time I felt your body next to mine this is the face that's filled my dreams."

  "Don't talk about that, please. It hurts too much to even think of it. All those years lost."

  Solenne closed her eyes and lowered her head. "I'm so sorry, Declan. I never wanted to lose you."

  He shook his head and kissed her forehead. "Don't. There's nothing back there for us now. Everything we feel is here now and every night from this moment on."

  Leaning in, he brushed his lips across hers and pulled back to gaze into those eyes so full of everything he'd ever wanted in this world.

  Sexy, strong Solenne.

  His body begged to feel hers next to him, around him, and his muscles ached from the tension of denying himself for so long. Finally, after years of being without the love of one of his kind, he'd returned home to the only vampire he'd ever shared himself with.

  ***

  Declan lifted her, easing her back against the wet tile, and Solenne held on to this neck as she wrapped her legs around him. His body, every inch muscular and hard, felt strong and powerful next to hers. The abs she'd fantasized touching days earlier pressed hard against her, making her pussy run wet in anticipation.

  He kissed her neck and she felt the sharp tips of his fangs scrape lightly over her skin as he whispered in a strained voice, "I need to feel you around my cock when I taste you."

  "Yes...God, yes," she moaned as she tilted her hips forward to take him inside her.

  Slowly, he pressed into her body, his thickness pushing against her walls forcing her to take all of him. Every inch closer made her more desperate to feel him buried completely inside her.

  Her fingernails dug into his neck as her eyes urged him to give her all of him. Declan stared at her and something wild in his eyes made her unable to break the connection. It was as if he were seeing her for the first time.

  Finally, as their bodies met, he groaned her name and buried his fangs in her neck. He was primal, thrusting into her body as he sucked what he needed from her. Every pull on her vein sent a ribbon of need through her body straight to her cunt, and with each thrust into her, he eased that need only to make it spike again.

  His hands on her back bore the brunt of his pounding into her, shielding her from crashing into the wall each time his cock entered her. Over and over, he stroked in and out of her, touching some spot lost to her for so long she'd forgotten the true pleasure her body could experience.

  Things began to spin around her as he stayed at her neck, but she couldn't deny him what he needed. She knew she should cry out to stop him, but she didn't, knowing the risk and not caring. She'd taken this away from him then. She'd give him this now.

  Declan raised his head and stilled his thrusting into her, his dark eyes wilder than before. His mouth hung open slightly, and from his fangs her blood dripped down his chin. Panting, he ran his tongue over his lips and growled as it caught her blood.

  He looked different than she'd ever seen him. Sensual and animalistic. For a moment, she stiffened in fear. The Declan she'd known had never been like this. Yes, he'd known how to please her body in ways no other man ever had, but never before had she'd seen no trace of tenderness in his face like she did now.

  As she watched him, part frightened and part enthralled at how sensual he'd become, he wiped his chin with the back of his hand and licked his lips.

  "You taste so fucking good."

  "Declan..."

  "I can feel you racing through my veins. It feels better than anything I've ever felt. It's like every time I've ever pushed my body to the point of exhaustion—that point right before when my body feels more alive than I ever thought it could."

  As he spoke, his eyes traveled to the spot on her neck where he'd taken from her.

  "Declan, I'm feeling a little weak."

  "Take from me all you need," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.

  The feel of his hard, muscular neck against her lips made whatever fear she'd harbored melt away. Declan moved a hand to the back of her head and held her fast to him, demanding she take from him as he had from her.

  Her fangs pressed into his skin and as she savored the first taste of him on her tongue, he thrust his hips forward, filling her completely once again. His other hand on the small of her back pulled her into him, and he began pumping into her as she took his blood into her body.

  He tasted so exotic and foreign, like nothing she'd ever experienced before, but somewhere in there was the familiar. The combination made her body come alive, and she craved the release he could give her.

  "I need..."

  Her brain couldn't seem to tell her mouth what words to say. She needed so much. To come with him deep inside her. To feel him come inside her. To never lose him again. To feel this every night for the rest of her life.

  She hoped her eyes would do the pleading her mouth couldn't. Staring into his wild eyes, she saw he understood.

  In a voice that touched the spot his cock had so expertly found, he said, "I know, baby. Let me give you what you need."

  He took her hands from his neck and pressed them against the wall above her head. Weaving his fingers in between hers, he pushed her arms high as he pumped into her body. He held her under his control, but she wouldn't have fought him for anything in the world. His powerful body crashed against her softer body, but she didn't care. Every thrust of his cock inched her closer to the release her body begged for.

  Her arms ached, the pain radiating from the pressure of his hands on hers and her wrists against the wall. It didn't matter. Her legs throbbed as they held him to her desperately, rubbing against his flexing back muscles, but it didn't matter.

  Declan pressed his forehead to hers and panted warm breath in her face. "Come for me. Give yourself to me again," he groaned.

  Turning her head, she bared her neck. She needed to feel him take from her as she came again, the joining of her body with his in the most intimate way of her kind. "Take from me."

  Pumping even faster into her now, he let his mouth hover over where she desperately yearned to feel him again. "Declan, don't make me beg!"

  She heard him say, "Never, baby," and then he latched onto her neck, his teeth burying into her skin and the vein beneath.

  Her orgasm rolled over her like a freight rain, taking her breath away. Her legs squeezed his waist tightly as her cunt spasmed against his thick cock, milking him to his own release. His groans into her body echoed in the shower and then he exploded into her, coating h
er channel in hot liquid.

  Declan lapped closed the holes he'd made in her skin but remained at her neck as his body released torrents into hers. Solenne felt him kiss her softly as he stilled against her. Something cold sprayed on her and she realized the water falling onto his back was like ice.

  "You must be freezing. Let's get out of here."

  Silently, he shook his head and released her hands. Cradling his face, she lifted him from her neck and saw the remnants of his feeding from her again staining his lips a deep red. Still wild looking, he opened his eyes and something of the soul she'd known all those years ago shone in them.

  "Declan?"

  When he spoke, his words sounded like they were being torn from him. "I can't live without this anymore. I can't live without you anymore. I don't care about the Archons, my part in the Sons, or anything else. As long as I have you, none of that matters."

  "Don't say that. It does matter."

  "No, it doesn't. I spent a century alone, an outcast from the world, but what was worse was not having you. I won't live like that again."

  Solenne ran her hands over his closely shaved head and kissed the mouth that had just said the words she'd prayed to hear since the day she'd lost him. "I'm sorry we lost all those years. I can't bear the idea of losing you now to the Archons."

  Declan gently traced his finger over her collarbone. "I intend on making up for lost time, and the Archons don't know what they're up against. I was going to be hard to kill before. Now that I have something to live for and someone to kill for, they're the ones that need to worry."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Saint stretched his legs and felt the ache in them ebb from his muscles. Tired after getting just a few hours rest, he nonetheless wouldn't have traded his exhaustion for anything in the world. Memories of the previous night with Solenne danced through his mind, and his cock hardened at the thought of making love to her again.

  Her body still pressed against his, her breasts rubbing against his ribs as they rose and fell with each breath. He threaded his fingers through her hair and enjoyed the silky feel of it against his skin.

  Solenne turned and looked up at him. "Sleep well?"

  "I don't think three hours of sleep adds up to well," he said with a chuckle.

  Tracing her finger over his nipple, she smiled up at him. "I should have let you sleep."

  "You're right where you belong," he said as he wrapped his legs around her and settled her body between them.

  Shyly, she slid up his body and kissed him on the lips. "I could stay here for the rest of time."

  So could he. Forget the rest of the world—Archons who wanted him dead, vampires who cared more about who he fucked than who he was, prophecies, Sons, and the Order. All he needed was right there in bed with him, where she ought to be.

  "But I have to go out tonight."

  He heard the fear in her voice and knew what she meant. She had to go to the Archon's. Fuck, he hated the thought of her anywhere near him!

  Saint lifted her chin to see her face. "I want you to know I meant what I said last night."

  "Declan, I..."

  "Don't think about it. Just know he will know what hatred feels like before I end his life."

  Saint held her close to him, needing to feel the love of the woman who lay in his arms. This time he'd make sure things were different. This time nothing was going to take her from him.

  He rolled her over onto her back and hovered over her, his weight resting on his forearms. She looked up at him with those watery blue eyes filled with fear at what she had to do once she left their bed that night, and it tore at his gut.

  He was supposed to protect her. Not the other way around.

  Gently, he lowered himself and entered her, needing to prove to her he could take care of what she needed. Her body welcomed his invasion, taking him completely. She clung to him, her hands clutching at his neck as he thrust in long, slow strokes into her slickness.

  His teeth cut into his lower lip as the need to taste her blood surged in him. The desire intensified with every plunge into her, but he knew he shouldn't. She'd almost let him go too far when he'd taken from her the first time.

  But he needed it.

  She was like his drug.

  He pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled the sweet smell of her as he felt her pulse quicken. Its steady beat pounded against his lips taunting him. His body telegraphed his need with shorter, faster stabs into her body as it began to overtake his senses.

  "Solenne, I need to taste you on my tongue, but I don't know if I can control what's inside me that wants more."

  He let her roll him onto his back and watched as she straddled him, his cock still deep inside her. More beautiful than any other woman he'd ever met, she personified strength and power as she pushed her hands onto his shoulders and began to slowly fuck him.

  "Take what you need, Declan. I know you'd never hurt me."

  He'd sooner die than hurt her now.

  He pulled her down on him, holding her tightly against his body as he found the tender spot just below her ear. Silently, he hoped he'd be able to stop and sunk his fangs into her, puncturing her vein that instantly flooded his mouth with her precious fluid.

  Her blood made his head spin and his heart pound in his ears, almost drowning out the sounds of her moans. His hips pushed up from the bed, ramming his cock into her slick pussy.

  Solenne pulled his head to her neck and held him there, letting him know she trusted him. Each gulp of her blood made him stronger, and he fought the demon inside that craved more, no matter what the cost to the woman in his arms.

  Tearing his mouth from her neck, he struggled for control as she continued to ride him to climax. She felt so good, her tight cunt wrapped around his cock, squeezing him until he craved release, and to take her blood as he came inside her would be heaven.

  "You look so sexy with my blood on your lips," she said sweetly as she rocked back and forth on him.

  With his thumb, he touched her swollen clit and she bucked wildly. "And you look so sexy riding my cock."

  Solenne ran her tongue over her fangs and smacked her lips as he rubbed tiny circles over her nub. "I'm thirsty," she whispered in a needy voice.

  "Take from me. Everything I am is yours."

  The feel of her mouth taking what she needed to exist sent his body into overdrive. He thrust into her willing body one last time before his release exploded into her, and a sense of complete happiness took him over.

  This is what life was meant to be. The love of a good woman in his heart and in his bed. The feel of bringing one of his kind the pleasure he'd only given human women more nights than he could count.

  Solenne stilled on top of him and murmured softly in his ear the words he'd missed for so long. "I love you. I always have from the moment I saw the true soul behind those dark eyes."

  She slid her tongue like a whisper over his neck and rose to kiss his lips. Her face was flushed with satisfaction, and the pleasure of knowing he'd given her what she needed made his heart swell with love.

  "My Solenne. My life was empty without you. No love, no meaning. Nothing. There has been no one in my heart since the last time I pledged my life to you."

  He wiped the tears that ran down her cheek before she lifted his hand to cover her heart. "This is yours, Declan. It always has been. It's waited for you to return."

  Saint felt her heart beat beneath his palm as she placed her hand on his. For the first time in a century, he wasn't alone.

  Sliding from the bed, she began to ready herself for her time at the Archon's. Saint moved to stand behind her and brought her close to his body, not wanting to let her go, but he knew she had to, at least for tonight. Following her to the main hallway, he began to miss her already.

  "I'll be back before dawn. Maybe you should try to get some rest because I think a repeat of last night is in order," Solenne said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You better be careful. I might be too much for
you."

  "You think so? We'll see. But I want you to be careful tonight. In fact, I plan on telling Vasilije we need to find someone else. You can help us better right here with me."

  Solenne lifted herself up on her toes and kissed his lips. "You won't get any fight from me. Every time I have to go to Verrater's I hate it. But there might not be anyone else who can get in there like I have."

  Saint kissed her deeply, his tongue playing with hers as his desire began to rise once again. Pressed against him, her body ignited the urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her back to his bed.

  Knowing she had to go, he reluctantly broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. "The Romanian is a resourceful vampire. Let him figure out who can replace you."

  From behind them, Vasilije said, "Thanks, Saint. I think that might be the only nice thing you've ever said about me."

  Saint tensed at the sound of the Romanian's voice, but he saw the pleading look in Solenne's eyes not to take his bait and knew she was right. His brother's sire wasn't worth it.

  Turning to face him, he held her hand. "Was the door open, Vasilije?"

  "Not exactly, and I do apologize to Solenne for intruding. But when you find out why I'm here, you'll understand."

  "Since you're smiling, can I assume you've heard when the Archons plan to kill me?"

  "Declan," Solenne chastised and playfully grimaced at him.

  "Declan? Interesting. No, we don't know when the attack will occur. Hopefully, Solenne, you'll find out something soon."

  "About that. We need to find someone else. It's too dangerous for her," Saint said in a voice he reserved only for Vasilije.

  "Fine. But about why I'm here."

  "Vasilije, you look..." Solenne stopped and took a step back. "How?"

  Saint followed her gaze to a figure standing behind Vasilije. For a second, he looked like any other stranger, but quickly Saint recognized the familiar angles of his face.

  What stood facing him was a ghost. It had to be.

  Solenne stammered a few words he didn't understand and dropped his hand to move closer to Vasilije. "What is this? Vasilije, what's going on?"