Vampire Coalition - Complete Collection

by J. S. Scott

  Daric’s hand fisted into her hair, holding her head for the fierce possession of his mouth, as his tongued plundered relentlessly. Frantic to get closer, Hannah lowered her hands, searching for his t-shirt, desperate for skin to skin contact. Finding it, she thrust her hands under his shirt, moaning into his mouth as her fingers touched his fiery skin, wanting to know every inch of his enormous body, feel every ripple of muscle.

  Closer. I need to get closer.

  Hannah was panting heavily as Daric released her mouth and moved to the sensitive lobe of her ear, nipping gently and then laving it with his tongue. Clothing vanished, leaving Daric nude and Hannah in nothing but the racy underwear he had conjured.

  Her fingers sought and found his enormous cock immediately, sliding over the silky skin with trembling fingers. His length and girth made her pussy clench, flooding the already saturated flesh at the apex of her thighs. What would it feel like to have this inside her, claiming her?

  “You’re going to know very soon,” Daric growled. “If you keep touching me it will be right now.”

  “Yes,” she breathed softly.

  “No.” He backed her up until her bare ass cheeks collided with the refrigerator. He lifted her hands over her head. “You’ll behave before I lose control. It’s hanging from a nearly invisible thread right now. And I need to pleasure you.”

  Hannah shook her head as she glanced at his face, so full of heat and desire. “I need you.” Her pleasure would come from having that mammoth cock inside of her. She went to reach for him again, only to find that her hands were unable to move. “Let me loose, dammit.” She needed to touch him now.

  “There are other pleasures to be had,” he said, his mouth vibrating against her skin as his hands explored her body. “You will experience those delights before I take you.”

  Hannah moaned aloud, not sure if she could take whatever he had in mind. Her need was roaring through her body, demanding to be satiated. She had never thought she would enjoy this kind of complete domination, her body under a man’s control. Strangely, she relished it. A wild instinct rose up inside her to greet the alpha male vampire that was Daric, needing to let him sate her body any way he desired. She just wasn’t entirely sure how much she could take without screaming with frustration.

  She arched her neck as his teeth gripped the flimsy lace of her bra, ripping the garment from her body, freeing her breasts to his gaze. His hands and mouth were there immediately, his large fingers cupping her breasts as his thumbs circled her hard, sensitive nipples. His tongue and teeth teased, alternating from one breast to another, making her core spasm with need, every inch of her body hypersensitive. “Please,” Hannah whimpered, desperate for Daric’s possession, her body aching to be taken.

  “Mine. You’re so beautiful,” his voice was rough against her breasts.

  His touch continued down her body, Daric sliding to his knees as he touched and licked every inch of her skin. “Daric. I can’t. I need. I want.”

  “You may want, but your need could never be as great as mine. You will come for me, Hannah,” he grunted, his fingers playing over the lace thong that barely covered her pussy. Hannah shivered from the brush of his fingers on her pink, saturated flesh, as he hooked a finger under the material and tore it from her body, without her feeling even one tiny bit of pain.

  His hands roamed over her ass as his tongue licked slowly up each of her thighs, making Hannah’s entire body thrash with erotic torture. “I can’t take anymore. Please.” She yanked at her hands frantically, needing a rough possession to satisfy the untamed desire battering at her body.

  “You will take this.” Daric gripped her ass at he spoke, holding her in place. “I can smell your need, your arousal. You will come for me.” He sounded barely human, an animal wildness making his voice vibrate in something similar to a snarl.

  Hannah could feel his hot breath wafting over her quivering pussy. Her muscles tense, she waited, holding her breath.

  She released her pent-up breath in something between a whimper and moan as his tongue finally touched her trembling flesh, pushing his way between the folds, seeking and devouring. He showed no mercy, and Hannah didn’t want any. Her arms secured, Daric pulled her legs up over his massive shoulders and buried his head between her thighs, his mouth and tongue all over her sensitive clit.

  He took her weight like it was nothing, keeping her body supported, ensuring no tension on her restrained arms. All Hannah had to do was feel, and her body responded to his dominant, erotic touch with a relieved groan, her climax approaching like a speeding train.

  He manipulated her clit with his mouth, his strong arms and hands holding her ass, squeezing it, bringing her core tighter against his mouth, and flicking her tender flesh harder.

  “Yes. Please, Daric. Oh God.” His whiskers were abrasive against her tender thighs, another erotic sensation that blended with every touch of his tongue, driving her nearly insane.

  A deep, reverberating sound left his lips, vibrating against her throbbing bud. Tilting her gaze downward, Hannah could see his dark head buried between her thighs, consuming her, the image so erotic that she pulled her eyes away and arched her back, her climax erupting with a force that made her scream. “Oh, my God. Daric. Daric. Daric.” She chanted his name like a mantra, unable to think, her whole body convulsing with the strength of the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced.

  Daric stood, still holding the weight of her body as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her, stealing whatever breath that was left in her body, but she didn’t care. She could taste herself on his lips and her own primal urges rose up to meet his, desperate for him to take her.

  Pulling his mouth from hers, he pushed her hair back from her face. “Now you have had a small taste of want and desire,” he whispered harshly. “Multiply it by a hundred and you might have an idea of how I feel.”

  Hair cleared from her face, Hannah looked at Daric, initially startled by the wild, feral look on his face. As her gaze clashed with his, she found herself drowning in carnal need, swamped with erotic heat. “Take me now,” she answered, her voice low and trembling with urgency, with the painful ache to feel this man inside her.

  “Tell me that you want me,” he rumbled, his expression dark and volatile.

  Hannah knew he sensed her desperation, but some animalistic part of him wanted to hear it. “I want you, Daric. I ache for you. Only for you.” The words came out on a long moan. “Release me. Please.”

  Her hands came loose and she wrapped them around his massive shoulders. “Now fuck me. Please.”

  Daric lifted her ass, pinning her against the cool metal of the refrigerator. With one smooth thrust of his hips, he impaled her.

  “Mine!” He released the word in a feral groan, his hands tightening on her ass, fusing them together tightly.

  He was massive, but Hannah felt no pain, only a satisfying fullness and the incredible joy of being joined with him. “Yes,” she whispered in a husky voice, unable to form any other words.

  “You belong to me, Hannah,” he grunted as he pulled out and thrust again, as though staking his claim.

  Yes. Yes. Yes.

  Her mind screamed what her mouth could not. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hanging on as he pumped in and out of her slick channel, branding her again and again.

  The joining was rough and primal, carnal and needy. Hannah reveled in the elemental fusing of their bodies, heat emanating from both of them in incendiary waves. She was lost in the pounding of Daric’s body, the flexing of his muscles as he pummeled into her, the stretching of the walls of her channel as she accepted his cock inside her, over and over.

  He caught her lips, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in the same rhythm as the phallus sinking into her repeatedly.

  Daric’s overwhelming desire to bite her, to sink his fangs into the tender flesh of her neck inflamed her senses. Tearing her mouth from his, she begged, “Do it. I want you to. Please.” The ca
rnality of the image of him sinking his teeth into her neck beckoned.

  “Mine,” he snarled against the smooth flesh of her neck before sinking his fangs into her skin.

  Daric’s reaction was so intense, so overwhelming, that Hannah didn’t even flinch at the initial strike piercing her skin. It was a mere pinch followed by such a surge of erotic pleasure that it had her imploding in his arms, so submerged in Daric that she could do nothing but spasm helplessly as she moaned, “Daric.”

  He released her neck, licking at the wound, and then groaning fiercely as he buried himself inside her so deeply that Hannah wasn’t sure they would ever come apart again. Daric flooded her womb with his hot release, his massive body shuddering against her.

  “Fuck!” The curse exploded from his mouth a moment before he teleported them to the bedroom.

  Hannah’s head was spinning, and she closed her eyes as Daric gently untangled them and laid her on the bed. He joined her immediately, pulling her limp, sated body against his strength, covering them both with the sheet and quilt.

  “I didn’t know it could ever be like that,” she murmured against his chest, her body still humming as she recovered her breath, waiting for the world that Daric had just rocked to settle back into place.

  “Neither did I,” he answered in a husky, raw voice.

  “But you must have had a lot of experience before…” Her voice trailed off, not really wanting to think about this extraordinary man with another woman.

  “Never like that,” he shook his head, his expression intense. His arms tightened around her before he repeated, “Never anywhere near like that.”

  Hannah snuggled against Daric’s strong chest, feeling sated and completely at peace in a way she had never known. If she had been lost previously, Daric had found her, surrounded her with a sense of belonging. “I was waiting for you. I just didn’t know it.” Even as the words left her mouth, she knew it was the truth.

  “I’m glad you feel that way, love. Because you’re stuck with me. Forever,” he replied roughly, but his arms protected her, cradled her like she was someone precious.

  Forever.

  Hannah closed her eyes and smiled, deciding that as long as she had Daric, she could live with that.

  Chapter 6

  Hannah left Temple’s a week later with a wave to her employees and a broad smile on her face. It was nearly the dinner hour and she knew the little pizzeria would get busy shortly, but she had already done her paperwork and she felt comfortable leaving the place to her capable manager and employees. Taking a deep breath of the frigid air that greeted her as she walked out the door, she stopped to watch the sun setting, the massive fireball slowly sinking behind the enormous snow-covered peaks in the distance, allowing darkness to fall in a spectacular, cloudless sky.

  Hugging herself tightly as she walked toward her new SUV, purchased by her mate for its elevated safety rating, Hannah’s thoughts drifted. Daric would wake soon, and she wanted to get home. He hated it when she went out while he was in day sleep, and his protective instincts grew worse with every day that passed. Usually, she waited until he woke, going to work in the evening. Sometimes he’d come with her, usually eating his way through the restaurant menu while she was doing paperwork. If he didn’t accompany her, it was because he had business to do with his healers, but he always showed up at some point in the evening, making sure she never left Temple’s by herself in the dark. His presence in the little eatery had chased away the shadows, breathing new life into Temple’s. Or maybe Daric was breathing new life into her, encouraging her to follow her instincts, supportive of anything she really wanted. Hannah went to the restaurant every day determined to keep her father’s memory alive by keeping Temple’s open, but she also wanted to make her own mark on the place, something she had been working on by changing some of the outdated décor and adding some new recipes to the menu.

  The peace that Daric had surrounded her with a week ago remained, growing stronger every day she spent with him. Oh, not that life itself was actually peaceful living with a vampire prince. Her mate could be a royal pain in the ass when he didn’t get his way, most of his complaints revolving around her safety, her happiness. It made it hard for her to argue with him when his main concern in life seemed to be her happiness and well-being, even though he growled commands instead of really discussing issues when it came to safety. But even when he was surly and cantankerous, Hannah was happy, accepting her broody vampire prince exactly as he was, because he accepted her with all of her faults. All he seemed to want was her happiness. Like she could not be happy? She was nearly deliriously contented, and Hannah wanted Daric to feel the same joy she felt. It was impossible to put a finger on his feelings, but he was definitely fighting something internally, although he denied it. He was blocking some of his thoughts, and it bothered her, wondering what he was thinking that he couldn’t share or didn’t want her to know.

  She halted at her SUV, pressing the button to open the doors of the vehicle. The lights blinked and the short beep sounded to deactivate the alarm, at the same time that what felt like sharp claws wrapped themselves around Hannah’s wrist, preventing her from getting into her vehicle. Hannah backed up in horror, her ass hitting the hood of her vehicle, as a mass of hideous creatures swarmed her, appearing one after the other. Despite her terror, she didn’t have to wonder what the ugly things surrounding her were or what they wanted - having seen a few of Daric’s darker memories, she already knew. Fallen . Vampires that had turned evil.

  Hannah tried to break the hold on her wrist, but it only caused the claws digging into her arm to tighten, drawing blood. Despite her terror, thoughts of Daric popped into her mind.

  I shouldn’t have waited to watch the sun set. I should have listened to Daric.

  He had warned her, over and over, about the dangers she faced as the mate of a vampire prince. The fallen were preying on mates who hadn’t completed the mating process yet, and Daric had cautioned her about the creatures that might be able to sense her, even in a remote community like Temple, simply because she was the mate of a powerful prince.

  I’m sorry, Daric. So sorry.

  Hannah trembled as the horde grew larger, more aggressive, swarming around her until there were too many to count. With sunken, hairless faces and freakish red eyes, they were worse than anything she had ever imagined, even in her darkest nightmares.

  Panicked, Hannah tried to close her thoughts. If these things were awake, then so was Daric. There had to be at least a hundred, maybe more, of the fallen. If rescuing her didn’t kill him, the backlash from killing so many just might. She had only seen the backlash in his memories, but she knew he had never killed this many fallen, and that the resulting backlash would be catastrophic. She’d die before she let these disgusting, ugly things take Daric to his death.

  The beast holding her wrist moved closer, its fetid breath nearly causing her to retch. Kicking her legs up, she struck the fallen in the groin, twisting to get away, to somehow get out of its grasp. It didn’t falter, didn’t even seem to feel the pain, but it grabbed her shoulder with its other set of claws, slashing her flesh open.

  Shit. These bastards are strong.

  Male voices rang out in the night, some panicked and others forceful. Obviously, chaos had begun in the small town of Temple with the arrival of a large number of fallen.

  Blank your thoughts. Don’t think about this. Keep Daric away.

  Claws pierced her flesh in other places on her body as she fought to get away, red eyes everywhere she looked. Heart slamming like a jackhammer against her chest, Hannah fought, but was no match for the fallen that pierced her skin with every touch.

  Screams shattered the night, cries of anguish, pain, fear and panic. One shrieking voice was closest to her, loud enough to nearly pierce her ear drums. It was a voice Hannah recognized as her own as she finally succumbed to darkness.

  *****

  Where the fuck did she go?

  Daric had woken from his
day sleep edgy and alone, his only thought to find his mate. It was dark, and Hannah wasn’t in the house.

  Dammit. He loved his stubborn mate more than he ever thought possible, but there were times when she pushed him too far, tested his patience too greatly. He was nearing the end of his ability to stay in control, the overwhelming instinct to protect and mark Hannah as his, nearly making him insane.

  I love her. Goddamit, I love her.

  As he stormed into the kitchen, bellowing Hannah’s name, he admitted that he loved his mate to the point of derangement, his rational mind leaving his body as primitive instinct pounded him. After having absorbed her memories and emotions from her body, he knew her, probably better than he knew himself. And he fucking wanted her more than anyone he had ever desired, making him fight the flare of the mating instinct that had occurred days ago, the overpowering desire he had to dominate and hold his mate to him.

  In the beginning, he had tried to wait, had tried to give Hannah time to adjust, time to love him back, his love for her making him want to have her love in return. However, the time for all that had passed. He didn’t have the strength to hold back what destiny intended any longer.

  Fucking need her. My mate. Mine.

  Daric raked a trembling hand through his hair in frustration, his whole being on fire to find his mate, his rational mind completely slipping away.

  Should have taken her earlier. Made her mine earlier. Now it’s bad. Really bad.

  He had been so cocky about his ability to control the flare - the lunatic desire to brand his mate - even though it had grown worse with every passing day. I wanted her to love me. Now, he had pushed himself to the brink, he was more animal than vampire, unable to control any of his actions.

  Fuck control! Hannah. Mine. My woman. She’s never getting away from me.

  As he stomped into the living room, he stopped abruptly, his face turning red with rage, his eyes burning flame as he sought and found his mate’s mind.