Cain's Identity (Scanguards Vampires Book 9)

by Tina Folsom

  Had he really had a woman like her before when he’d still been the old Cain? When he’d had a memory? What a lucky son-of-a-bitch he must have been to have called a woman like Faye his own.

  The knowledge that nobody had touched her during his absence filled him with satisfaction. And for that he would reward her now, so she would know how much he appreciated her loyalty and faithfulness.

  His fingers slid under the fabric of her delicate panties.

  “Hmm,” she hummed, licking her lips and arching her back.

  Encouraged by her receptiveness, he explored her moist flesh. She was soft and warm, her female folds drenched with her juices, her knees at an angle now to give him better access. By her reaction he knew that he’d done this to her many times. But for him it was all new. Exciting, thrilling. To touch a woman for the first time and learn what she liked, to give her pleasure, was an experience nobody could ever repeat. That he had this chance now, that he was able to start all over again with Faye, he was grateful for.

  Cain bathed his fingers in her wetness before he dove farther south. Impatient to get a taste of what her muscles felt like when they would squeeze his cock, he probed at her entrance and drove his finger into her.

  A gasp came from her. “Cain!” she panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”

  Did she want more than just one finger? Already now she felt too tight for even one digit. Once he thrust into her with his cock, she would milk him in an instant.

  “I’m not gonna rush this. You’ll have to wait for my cock just a little while longer.” Despite the fact that he himself could barely wait any longer.

  Withdrawing his finger amidst a protesting mewl, he gripped her panties and pulled them down before discarding them on the floor. Finally he could feast his eyes on her. The sight made him salivate. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and brought his mouth to her pussy. His hands clamped over her upper thighs when he heard her moan.

  “I haven’t even started,” Cain murmured, grinning.

  “Then start,” Faye begged.

  She didn’t have to tell him twice. He lapped his tongue against her soft female flesh and allowed the flavor to spread. Involuntarily he closed his eyes and let himself fall. Greedily he licked her, explored her, while Faye writhed underneath him, her hips lifting to grind against him, her lips issuing moans and sighs. Sounds of pleasure like the ones he remembered from his dreams echoed in his ears.

  Intoxicated by her scent and her taste, he continued licking her, while he released one thigh, only to drive a finger into her quivering slit, so he could concentrate his efforts on a spot farther up. When he swiped his tongue over her swollen clit, she nearly lifted off the rug. He growled, letting her know that he wasn’t done yet.

  Faye put her hands on his head, caressing the short hair and sensitive scalp, sending a bolt of lust through his body and right down into the tip of his cock. Moisture dripped from its slit, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

  Cain lifted his head from her pussy and looked up. He met her eyes watching him.

  “You’re so different,” she whispered and pulled him to her.

  He couldn’t let her think that something was different about him, so he gripped her hips and lifted himself over her, adjusted his angle, and plunged into her wet heat.

  Faye’s eyes closed on impact and a breath rushed from her lungs. “Yes!”

  Her cry echoed his own as the sensation of her tight muscles clamping around his erection slammed into him.

  “Look at me,” Cain demanded.

  Her eyes flew open and she pinned him. Slowly, he pulled back from her tight sheath and slid back into her, all the while looking into her eyes. Faye crossed her ankles over his butt and pulled him closer.

  “I missed you,” she confessed.

  “All of me?” He plunged deeper into her, emphasizing his question.

  “All of you.” Her fingernails dug into his back, urging him to give her more.

  Clenching his jaw to ward off his imminent climax, Cain began to thrust. Like a silk glove she enveloped him on every descent, and like a vise she pulled him back on each withdrawal. Her body felt like heaven on earth. Heat suffused his body as if the rays of the sun were shining on him, not burning but warming him, giving him a feeling of belonging.

  He’d hoped making love to Faye would be special, but he hadn’t expected it to be as earth shattering as it was. His muscles flexed and his hips worked frantically to deliver thrust after thrust into her intoxicating body. It seemed impossible to think that he’d once called Faye his own and had no memory of it. How could any man forget that he’d been with a woman like her, a woman who made him feel like the most powerful man in the world?

  Every sigh and every moan she released fueled his drive to give her more, to show her that he would do everything to give her pleasure, to make her happy. And to keep her safe and never let her go again. And even though his mind had no memory of their prior lovemaking, his body seemed to remember now. His movements seemed to have a mind of their own, adjusting to the demands of her body, coaxing more pleasure from her.

  Never for a second did he take his eyes off her face, reveling in the signs of lust and passion that reflected on it, and encouraging him to continue even when his body wanted to give into release. Only when Faye found her release would he grant himself his own. This sign of selflessness took him by surprise, because he hadn’t seen this trait in his character before. Was she the one who brought it out in him? Was she the one who made him the man he wanted to be?

  The aroma created by their bodies rubbing together filled his nostrils and brought his movements to a more and more frantic pace. Had Faye been human she would have perceived his movements as a mere blur, and the wildness with which he drove into her would have injured her delicate female flesh. But the vampire vixen beneath him had no such limitations. She reacted to him in the same out of control way. Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need.

  He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close.

  “Yes, baby!” he encouraged her.

  The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck.

  Faye’s breath hitched.

  The temptation of feeling her fangs in his neck was too strong to resist. He needed her to bite him, to drink from him. When he felt her lips connect with his neck, his heart did a summersault, and his cock jerked in agreement.

  “Faye!” he rasped.

  Like tiny pinpricks, her fangs drove into his neck, making him shudder. At her first draw on his vein, a bolt of lust shot into his balls.

  “Fuck!” was all his lips could utter, before he felt his semen shoot through his cock and explode at the tip.

  Then a corresponding shudder coming from Faye’s body collided with his spasms as she reached her climax. He continued to press his neck against her lips, not wanting her to stop drinking from him, because every pull on his vein sent another thrilling shiver through his body and into his cock.

  For seconds that turned into minutes, Cain continued to thrust his cock into her silken sheath, while Faye’s fangs remained lodged in his neck.

  25

  Cain’s arm wrapped around her as he pulled her into the curve of his body, his naked torso sliding against her back, his legs pressing against hers, his cock still semi-erect. His body was as hot as a furnace, his breath irregular and his heartbeat racing.

  Faye’s body felt boneless, yet she’d never felt better in her entire life. Though she knew the fact that he’d been gone for over a year had contributed to their lovemaking being more than amazing, she realized that Cain having allowed her to drink his blood had elevated the experience to a l
evel she’d never thought was possible.

  Cain’s lips now nuzzled at her neck and his hot breath caressed her skin, making her shiver all over again.

  “Hmm,” he hummed, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see whether we can improve on this.” He pressed his groin against her backside.

  Faye chuckled. “You must be joking.”

  “You think I can’t?” he challenged.

  “Oh, I have no doubt that you’ll be ready again in a few minutes. You always are. But—”

  “But what?” he growled, and the sound reverberated in her body like a soft caress.

  “Not even you can improve on perfection.” And that was exactly how it had been: perfect. As if the year-long separation had never happened. Yet, at the same time, something about him was different.

  “Good.” Cain pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, while his hand gently stroked down her arm to her hand, where he intertwined his fingers with hers. “I’ve always loved you biting me while I make love to you.”

  Faye jolted, whirling her head to him and twisting from his embrace. “What?”

  He gave her a puzzled look and opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. “What’s wrong?”

  “Cain, this was the first time I drank your blood.” Her heart pounded.

  He blinked and pulled her to him, his hand cupping her nape, his thumb stroking below her ear. “Of course, baby, what did I say?”

  She shook her head, confused. “That you’ve always loved me biting you. But I’ve never done it before.”

  He gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “You must have misheard. I said I loved you biting me.” Cain nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. “In fact, I’ve never felt anything better, baby.”

  She pulled away again. “And why are you calling me baby?”

  “Don’t you like it when I call you baby?”

  “I do, but—” She hesitated. Was she going crazy and seeing things that were different about him because it had been such a long time since they’d been together? Or had he really changed so much?

  “But what?” he coaxed, and pressed more kisses on her neck and cheek, while his hand traveled lower, palming one breast and squeezing it lightly.

  “You used to call me your love.”

  He sighed and pulled his head back, looking at her. “I want to call you so many things, Faye. I’m overwhelmed by how you make me feel. I feel truly alive again in your arms. I know I’ve changed. I’m sorry.”

  At his heartfelt words, she felt tears rise into her eyes. She held them at bay and caressed his cheek. He turned his face to press a kiss into the palm of her hand.

  “You must have gone through so much in captivity. Tell me what happened to you.”

  A slow shake of his head was his answer, then he turned his face away. “Please don’t ask.”

  Slightly hurt by his rejection, she dropped her hand and made a motion to get up, but he held her back, pulling her against his body and lowering them to the floor again.

  “Please understand. For so many reasons, I can’t talk about what happened. I wish I could confide in you.”

  “But maybe it would help you get things off your chest,” she suggested, hoping to change his mind.

  “It’s better this way.”

  “You made me talk about it back then, and it helped me.” Sharing the details of her ordeal with Cain had been a relief.

  “Back when?” he asked and slid his hand down her thigh.

  Faye was glad that her face was turned away from him, so he couldn’t see the big frown that now built on her forehead. Why would he ask that when he knew exactly what she was talking about? He had to know. Cain was the one who’d freed her. Her and the others.

  “After you saved me.”

  He stiffened for a moment, making doubts rise in her. Why was Cain behaving so strangely?

  He suddenly relaxed again. “Uh, yes, that.” He sighed and caressed her thigh gently. “Faye, it’s just . . . I have to get used to talking to others again. All that time I had nobody to confide in. It’s hard for me. Maybe it would help if . . .” He broke off.

  “Help if what?” she encouraged him, putting her hand on his that rested on her thigh and squeezed.

  “Maybe if you could talk to me, tell me about us, remind me of the things we shared.”

  “But you know all that.”

  “In my head, yes, it’s all there. Our past, everything. But I missed your voice. All those sleepless days I was dreaming of listening to your voice telling me about our life together.” He kissed her neck softly. “And perhaps hearing your voice will help me find my own voice again.”

  His kisses were pleading, wiping away her momentary doubts. Hadn’t she too needed to find herself again after her imprisonment?

  “Just before the old king died, remember when you lifted me up into your arms and carried me out of that hellhole?” she started and snuggled into his embrace.

  “Yeah,” he murmured.

  “I knew then that there would never be another man for me but you.”

  Cain chuckled. “I made quite an impression, huh?”

  Faye smiled wistfully. “You were covered in blood, and you looked like the devil himself. But you hadn’t come to hurt me or the others. When I watched you open the cell, I shrank back into my corner, so afraid of you. Afraid that you were just one of the many who’d hurt us before. The smell of death clung to you. It made me shiver. But then you looked directly at me, and I couldn’t escape your gaze. You were a warrior, and everybody yielded to you. So strong, so formidable, so fearless.”

  Cain’s breath blew against her nape. “Was I all that?”

  “To me you were.” She paused. Retelling the darkest time of her life still hurt. But knowing that she was safe, safe in Cain’s arms, soothed her pain.

  “Tell me what happened.” There was a strange tone in his voice, almost as if he was interrogating her and wanting to get to the bottom of an important question. She shook off the thought.

  “But you know everything. You were there. You know what he did. I don’t want to talk about the torture and the rapes. It’s all behind me now. I’ve healed.”

  She felt a sudden tightening of his hand over her thigh, accompanied by Cain’s breathing and heartbeat accelerating. When he spun her around, making her face him, she was shocked to see a mask of horror in his face, and pain sitting deep in his eyes.

  “Faye,” he murmured, moving his head side to side.

  It looked as if he wanted to say something, but no words came over his lips for long moments.

  “Nobody will ever hurt you again,” Cain finally said, his voice choked up.

  Then his lips were on hers and he kissed her more fiercely than before. She slung her arms around him and pulled him onto her, spreading her legs to make space for him. Hard and heavy, his cock rested against her center, but he didn’t enter her. She took his head into both her hands and severed the kiss.

  “Make love to me,” she demanded.

  Dark eyes looked down at her, the storm in them evident, though she didn’t understand the reason for it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Then love me.”

  Gentler than ever before, Cain slid into her in slow motion. And just as slowly, he pulled back. Her sex was lubricated not just by her own juices, but also by his semen, and Cain could have taken her even more fiercely this second time—which was how he’d often done it in the past—but instead his lovemaking felt as if he were touching a virgin.

  She didn’t understand what had brought on this change in him, but it didn’t matter. Cain making love to her with such reverence, such tenderness, was new, and she welcomed every second of it.

  “I missed you, Cain.”

  His mouth descended on hers and prevented her from uttering another sound for a very long time.

  26

  Bending over the desk, Cain slammed his fist on the wooden surface and glared at his brother.
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  “I don’t care that Baltimore is your personal guard! I won’t tolerate him on palace grounds any longer! That goes for everybody who treats my fiancée with disrespect.” He pointed his index finger at Abel. “And your guard did more than that. He manhandled her! He’s lucky to be alive!”

  “You’re overreacting. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding. Baltimore is a fine guard. He knows not to overstep his bounds.”

  “He did overstep. I suggest you pick another personal guard.”

  “You have changed, brother. A little disturbance like that would have never derailed you to the point where you put your own desires before the good of the kingdom.”

  Cain narrowed his eyes. “And how would having Baltimore remain here be for the good of the kingdom as you say?”

  “He’s a valuable and loyal guard. Are you sure we can turn men like him against us in this difficult time? Have you forgotten already that somebody out there wanted to kill you?”

  Cain straightened, letting his brother’s last words sink into him. “Kill me? It was a kidnapping, not an assassination.”

  Abel scoffed. “Well, same difference! You’re no good to the kingdom either way—dead or kidnapped.”

  “At least on that we agree.”

  “Then reconsider your decision about Baltimore. You’ll need men like him to protect you. He knows everybody. He’ll be able to warn us if anything nefarious is going on. You need him.”

  Cain shook his head. “No. My decision stands. Anybody who hurts Faye will have to deal with me.”

  “Well, I guess that means you’ve taken her back despite my cautioning you about her motives.”

  At his brother’s attempt to continue to show Faye as a gold digger, anger boiled up from Cain’s gut. “Yes, I’ve taken her back. So I would advise you to keep your opinions about her to yourself.”

  Abel raised his hands in defense. “Now, now, since when are you so touchy? I’m looking out for you, Cain, as your brother, your closest advisor. We’ve been through too much together to let a woman come between us. I regret now that I gave into Faye’s advances . . .”