She did as he asked, and was startled when she felt his tongue against her clit.
He broke away from pleasuring her to ask, “Are you getting the idea here?”
She moved a few inches, gaining access to his cock. “Something like this, maybe?” She parted her lips and took him into her mouth.
He didn’t answer, but when his cock jerked inside her mouth, she knew she’d been right.
She sucked him, tasting herself on the velvety skin of his cock. Fluid seeped out of the tiny slit, and she lapped it away with the tip of her tongue even as he flicked her clit relentlessly, driving her closer to orgasm with every passing second.
She drew a breath, then took him deeper, feeling him against the back of her throat. He began to thrust, filling her mouth with the taste of his arousal.
He rolled her clit between his lips, pumping into her mouth all the while. Her orgasm took her by surprise, shaking her from head to toe.
She could feel his cock tighten before he spilled his come into her mouth, filling her with spurt after spurt. She swallowed, releasing him gently from her mouth before licking the head clean.
“You definitely have lost your amateur status.” Sebastian fell back onto the pillows, looking as spent as she felt.
Silver crawled up to the head of the bed and rested in his arms. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
He laughed. “It was rather good, wasn’t it?”
“Vampire sex has probably ruined me for anything else.” She snuggled against his body. “So, you up for another round?”
“I may need another bottle of blood first.” He turned to the bedside table where he’d left his bottle earlier. Suddenly, his face froze.
“Sebastian…” She followed his gaze to the digital clock radio on the table.
“It’s only about fifteen minutes until dawn.” His voice held a note of barely constrained pain.
“That means…” She sat bolt upright, terror ripping through her. “I may have only fifteen minutes left to live.”
Sebastian sat up. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
Chapter 7
“What could you possibly do to change things?” A sob worked its way through her voice like poison leeching itself into a vein. “If I’m doomed to return to the ether of souls, that’s that. There’s nothing either of us can do to stop it.”
Sebastian’s gut tightened. He wasn’t about to let this beautiful woman fade into mere vapor. Not when she’d made him remember what it was like to live again, to feel something other than the weight of his eternity pressing against him.
“We’re running out of time, and we’ve got one shot, so please listen to me and don’t cry.” He reached up to brush her tears away. “My blood gave you life, did it not?”
She nodded, letting out a shaky breath.
“Would you accept eternal life as a vampire rather than returning to the ether?” He grasped her hands in a tight grip. “It means that you won’t incarnate again as a human… you’ll live forever as the person you are now.”
“With you?” She laced her fingers through his, staring up at him with tear glazed eyes.
“With me.” He squeezed her hands. “I’ll have to bite you and drain you quickly, but if it works, you’ll rise tonight with me as a fledging vampire.”
“Can we still be together if we’re both vampires?” She brightened slightly as she spoke.
“A master and his fledging are bound as tightly as family or spouses.” He freed himself from her grasp to brush her silver hair back from her face. “No one will ever be able to come between us.”
“Then do it.” She turned her head, offering him her neck. “Make me what you are. Give me life for the second time tonight.”
Without hesitation, Sebastian sank his fangs into the soft skin of her neck.
Her blood rushed forth, filling his mouth like the sweetest wine. He sucked harder, drinking from her, intent on draining her before the sun rolled over the horizon.
She gasped, her breathing growing shallower as her life essence flowed into his mouth. Her blood was so rich, so spectacular, he could never have his fill of her.
The blood revealed everything to him in a dizzy spiral. She’d been his bride in several previous lifetimes. They were twin flames, two halves of a whole, separated when his master took his life and made him a vampire. She’d lived out her mortal life and died a natural death, a lonely woman having never found her soul mate.
Until that night, when her wandering spirit had found its way into his dream turned ice.
There was so much he wanted to tell her, so many words he needed to say, but dawn was coming, pushing into their room like a battering ram against a locked door. He took one last powerful draught of her blood, then ripped his own wrist with his fangs. A thick stream of blood flowed forth like molten rubies, and he pressed the wound to her mouth.
“Drink,” he commanded, and felt the pull of her mouth against his veins, until dawn would be denied no longer. They collapsed into each other’s arms, neither knowing what darkness would bring when it fell again.
Chapter 8
Sebastian awakened, instantly aware of the presence beside him in the bed.
His vampiric senses told him that it was a living body, but not human. Was Silver still with him? Had his Solstice wish come true?
He rolled over and gasped at what he found.
It was Silver, all right. At least… it had her features, her size and shape. But her hair was black, black as a raven’s wing. Her skin no longer held the same frosty pallor. It was the rosy living complexion of a pale vampire.
She stirred beneath his gaze, opening wide blue eyes to look at him.
“Is it dawn?” She rose up on one elbow.
“Yes, my darling.” He gazed at her in wonder. “And you are an ice maiden no more.”
Her eyes widened, revealing a fringe of lashes as black as her hair. “Am I… am I a vampire now?”
He indicated the mirror hanging on the wall above the mini bar. “See for yourself.”
She leapt from the bed and ran stark-naked to the mirror. “I look like a human!” She stared at her reflection in shock.
“You do for now.” He stood up and crossed the room to join her. “As you grow older in the blood, you’ll begin to lose your human look and start to glow.”
“Like you?” Her gaze met his in the mirror.
“Like me.” He smiled.
“So, I guess this makes me your fledging.” She turned around, standing face to face with him. “Any regrets about giving me life a second time?”
“Are you serious?” He took her in his arms. “It’s you who gave me life. How could I regret that?”
“You might, when you see how much blood I can drink.” She laughed. “I seem to have gotten your appetite right along with your memories.”
“You didn’t get all of my memories.” The revelations of the previous night played on the screen of his mind. “In fact, there’s a lot I need to tell you, after we’ve dressed and fed.”
“Dressing and feeding sound good.” She relaxed into his embrace. “You know, Sebastian… I think I might just be in love with you.”
“You know what, Silver?” He pulled her nude body flush with his. “I think I might be in love with you, too.”
“Why don’t we go back to bed and celebrate?” She looked up at him with the bright blue eyes that managed to be even more captivating than her silver gaze had been. “Then how about we go get that Christmas tree?”
As his laughter joined hers, Sebastian sent up a silent prayer of thanks. It looked like his Christmas would turn out to be a merry one, after all.
His Solstice certainly had.
Alecia Monaco
Alecia Monaco has been writing since she dictated her first story at the age of three. Now she happily writes paranormal and erotic romance while living in Houston with her family and pets. She loves to hear from readers and they can email her at [email protected], or vis
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