by Sara K
"I could have lost you." His lips traced the palm of her hand.
"I could have lost you too." She said
"How do you feel, sweetheart."
She frowned. "As if I've been run over by a large lorry." She shivered.
"Cold." He asked. He had no blankets to cover her with.
She nodded.
Slowly he removed her blouse, placed it on the cold ground. Next, her jeans came off he spread that out and lowered her down. When her back touched the ground she shivered again and stared at him trustingly. With her body, spread out he moved over her, shed his jeans quickly, and bent his head towards her ear. "I wish we were in a different situation. A different place. I want to make love to you were you are comfortable." He whispered. "Not on a ground floor."
"I don’t care. I want you."
Her permission to have her made him eager. He vowed he would have her unless she changed her mind. Michael gave a rough sigh and his big hot hands circled her bare waist sweet, ticklish energy rippled along the surface of her skin as his hands slid up and cupped her breasts exploring them with reverent tenderness. They felt oddly swollen, plump and acutely sensitive in his hands. He bent his dark head over her chest, and his hot wet mouth dragged gently across her skin. Her chest heaved and she clutched him, astonished at the melting ripple of delicious sensation he pulled from her. He caught her nipple gently in his teeth, his tongue swirling with tender skill, his mouth waking up millions of beautiful nerve endings, which had been sleeping all her life. Michael pushed her breast tenderly together with his hands and buried his face in them, licking and suckling both in turn until she was out of control, arching and offering herself to him helplessly. Pleasure was shaking her apart, making her whimper and writhe.
He positioned himself over her, a great solid mass of naked heat. She squeezed her eyes shut. She was surprised to feel only a tender kiss nudging her mouth open. He covered her with his body, not crushing her, but only keeping her warm and sheltered. He coaxed her legs open, and his long finger penetrated her delicately, dipping into the sultry moisture pooled inside her hot, sensitive sheath. His eyes wandered over her face. He reminded himself to go slow.
He nuzzled her navel, covering her abdomen with slow dragging kisses that made her shiver and moan. He licked her thighs, her hipbone sliding his tongue tenderly on the curve of her hips. His hand brushed over her soft mound concentrating his attention on everything but the hot aching core of sensation between her legs.
He caressed her slowly, tirelessly until she was moving restlessly beneath his hands and mouth, ticklish and hot. She began to burn for his touch to focus between her thighs. She lifted her hips, opening to him in silent. He laughed softly, his dark eyes filled with pleasure and joy, and then she felt the whisper of his warm breath of her inner thighs. He put his mouth to her, hungry and passionate and incredibly gentle, sliding his tongue tenderly along the wet folds of her sex. The unpleasant memory vanished replaced with this dazzled pleasure. He was insatiable, he seemed to want nothing more than to build her tension higher and push her further. She sensed his fierce satisfaction as the wave crashed violently over her, pounding her under. His arms tightened around her. He prodded her, positioning himself and began to push inside her, slowly, and relentlessly. She gasped as the delicate muscles inside her resisted the blunt invasion. He slowed down "Relax, sweetheart. That's it."
"I can't"
Michael clenched his teeth. "Yes, you can, honey. Relax for me."
She felt that first time hesitation, the heightened tension and the sense of wonder at the ability of her body to stretch apart for a man, to take him inside her and give him pleasure. His body pressed hard against her opening and Clara froze, waiting for the burning sensation to ease. Her body stretched further when he began to force his length deeper. It felt hot and smooth and thick as it tunnelled inside her. Instead of the stretching sensation, easing it grew even more intense with every inch he pressed inside her. She whimpered and shifted her hips, looking for a break from the intensity of the sensation but he grew ruthless. Her head tossed wildly back, her eyes clenched shut, her brow furrowed in distress. He gripped her hips tighter and thrust deeper until he buried his entire length inside her. He had waited centuries to do this. The feeling was unexplainable. Gripping her hips he thrust into her as his passion and desire clouded his judgement; he drowned in the tight sheath of her being.
Her body clenched around his and her nipples clenched into painfully tight buds where they rubbed against his chest. His weight lowered onto her, pinning her down and holding her in place. His arms slipped beneath her and clamped onto her shoulders, pressing her body hard into his pounding thrusts. He moved in a blur of motion, racing with her toward orgasm. Her body fluttered around his and he groaned. He lowered his head, and she felt his forehead press against her chest. A thin sheen of moisture slicked both their skins, and they rubbed together so hotly she knew they would spark at any moment.
Harder and faster he thrust until she could keep with his restless pace. She stopped moving instead held her hips high and hard against his. His thrusts became shorter and faster and he rubbed hard against her clit with her motion. The tension coiled inside her, and she chocked on her own breath. Her mind went blank and she swore her heart stopped. The pleasure rippled through her, as brutal as their mating itself, wringing her off all feeling. He began to lose himself in her perfect rhythm, hard and fast, plunging into her, driving deeper. He thrust harder, revelling in the way her body trembled with pleasure, the way her breasts jutted upwards, her stomach rippled, her eyes glazed slightly as their bodies came together. His hips thrust ferociously, almost brutally, his hands pinning her to him, whilst he erupted with jets of hot liquid, filling her as he gripped tighter.
The hazy fog eased out of his mind and Michael lifted his head, Gently she ran his hand over her skin. Her hips were bruised where he had held her tightly. Disgusted with self-loathing and hatred Michael looked away. Her blood had strengthened him. With her eyes closed, she had lost more than she could afford to lose. Slitting his wrist he poured few droplets of blood into her mouth to keep her heart beating.
Lying on the ground he brought her body over him and wrapped his arms and legs around him. She had saved him. Given him back his soul. He had repaid her so brutally. Would she understand the monster in him? Would she understand his need? Finally he had made her his. With her naked form above her his erection throbbed against her thighs, his craving for her body was enormous, incessant. Michael stroked his hand down her back and urgently sent a message to Justin. He prayed both were well and safe. He feared if he didn’t get Clara away from here, Shea would return and destroy her. He could not allow such a thing. Affectionately he kissed her temple. She had given him her treasure; he would give her life even to sacrifice his own.
Sometime passed and Michael felt a vampire approach the dungeon. Easing Clara down, he put on his jeans and waited. Nothing happened.
"I took care of the vampire outside. Along with several others." Justin's voice from behind was a great comfort.
"Thank you." Michael greeted his friend. Justin didn’t look happy. His face was filled with stress, his eyes hard and filled with fury.
Michael placed himself possessively in front of Clara to hide her nakedness from Justin. "I am sorry I couldn’t come earlier." Justin said apologetically.
"Cassie…"
"She’s safe."
"I'm glad."
"Shea is coming." Justin warned.
"Find a blanket for Clara. She is cold." Michael said.
"You look different, Michael. I am pleased."
"She is finally mine and the venom is gone."
Justin nodded in understanding and disappeared only to reappear with a brown blanket in his hand. Michael wrapped it around Clara and carried her in his arms.
"Take her and leave." Justin warned, keeping his senses open. "Shea is near and furious."
“I will return to help you." Michael vowed.
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Michael fulfilled his promise and returned with Markus and his Team 10 warriors. With their loved ones safe and unharmed, they took their own revenge. The battle lasted just before dawn. As the morning sun rose rapidly in the sky, Shea died a painful death as she was burnt by the sun. Her ashes were found in the cage which Justin had drifted to sea.
Chapter 29: The RUN
The harsh breeze swept at her hair, wrapping an arm around her waist. Clara watched the sunset alone. Watched the dark clouds enfold the sky. She thought of her best friend. Poor Cassie. Where was she now? How desperately Clara wanted to see her friend. The one that had guided her. Taught her so much. She wanted to visit her; maybe Michael could take her to Cassie. She had felt carefree and a vibrant teenager in Cassie's company. She thought of Cassie's baby, a little life growing inside her. Had the baby been harmed by their enemies? She needed to know.
Walking over to the bench under the huge oak tree, she sat down and waited for him. He came then just as soon as the sun slipped below the horizon and disappeared from the vibrant sky and darkness evaded all around. He approached her quietly as she stared off into the night sky, tall and muscular with a stealthy walk. She glanced to the left as he came near, his dark eyes focused of her. Solely on her. He paused, opened his arms and she rushed into them without pause, without hesitation.
Michael ran his hands slowly down her back, hugged her close rubbing her back gently as he signed in relief. She was finally in his arms where she belonged. He had missed her terribly. After last night's events and with Clara being kidnapped, he had feared for her safety more than his own. How easily she could have been taken away from him, forever. The thought made him shudder with dread. In all his existence he had never felt dread or fear; she had brought those emotions in him, ones that were too intense.
"I've waited too many hours to hold you like this." he whispered, pressing her against him, tightening his hold on her. She whimpered against his chest, in alarm he drew back and caught her face in his hand, his fingers gently wiped at the tears. "What is it, honey?"
She sucked in a breath and rested her forehead against his. "I just… I don’t know how to explain how I feel."
"It will get easier. You are still very new to this."
"Will it. Will it get easier?" She challenged looking into his eyes. "Or all the more harder as time passes."
"I'm with you. That's all that matters, sweetheart." He told her, stroking back her hair. For several seconds she went limp against him, clinging onto him for strength. His entire body became aroused at the way she affected him, he cuddled her ran his hands down her back to cup her bottom in both hands and squeeze the soft flesh through her one piece dress. He heard her gasp, lift her head and stare at him, her eyes filled with wonder and surprise.
"I'm beginning to wander if I'm losing my mind." she said with a half-smile.
He laughed gently, loving the way she smiled. It warmed his heart. Her smile was the sun he hadn’t seen for centuries. Bright and full of life. Her sadness and despair was like the endless dark night which he had been doomed to wander for centuries.
"There is a full moon tonight." He told her softly.
She raised an eyebrow. "You can predict the weather now."
Smiling, he pointed to the moon behind her. "There, so bright in the sky."
Following his gaze she looked up at the starless sky. "It's beautiful." She said breathlessly. The moon looked down at her.
"Not as beautiful as you." his eyes roamed over her face. She flushed bright red and looked away. "There are many secrets of the night, sweetheart. Ones I will show you soon. We will explore the night together. I will show you many things you have never known before." He smiled warmly. "I will tell you the name of each individual star in the sky."
"You love the night."
He looked down at her. "Yes. We are part of the night." feeling her shiver in his arms he rubbed her bare arms. "You should have put a jacket on, Clara. The nights can become cold."
"I don’t need a jacket." She told him breathlessly. "I have you to warm me. I feel very warm with you."
Desire flickered in her green eyes, which started to become hazy. He knew what she was feeling, the same as him. He didn’t mistake the longing in her now wide eyes. Without warning his eyes flashed with strong emotion. He caught her mouth swiftly and kissed her long and hard until she was gasping for air. Reluctantly he released her mouth, traced his fingertips across her now reddened lips.
"You're a wonderful kisser." She admitted shyly, licking her lips.
"Don’t forget sinful and sexy." He added with a grin.
"Oh sure." She rolled her eyes." And did I forget to add that you're a perfect gentleman – a little irritating when over possessive."
Michael touched the side of her face, stroking her chin. "You have changed me, because of you I am all the things you mentioned before."
"Is that a good thing – the change I mean?"
"Yes." His lips trailed down her exposed throat, "because without you I would be lost."
"Umm." Clara closed her eyes as his lips kissed along her slender neck. "That feels nice."
He smiled as he licked her pulse. Her scent was intoxicating and unique. All of a sudden they were floating in the sky. Clara stared around at the large forest spread before her the moonlight illuminating the darkness.
“Why are we here?" she asked curiously.
"Tonight's the night to run with the pack."
"The pack- you mean wolves." Clara turned around to face him.
Smiling he caressed back her hair. "Yes."
"You run with the wolves. Why." She asked incredulously.
"Call it tradition but running with the wolves brings us closer to nature. They understand me. We connect to the forest, to the wind, the earth. To all elements in the universe."
"Will they be coming here." she asked worriedly.
"Not yet. Soon." His hands reached for the buttons of her dress. "I cannot wait any longer." It was almost a desperate plea. She nodded, allowing him to undress her. Within seconds the dress was thrown to the ground and she stood naked before him watching him as he shredded his shirt swiftly. Almost too fast for her to notice. He began slowly at first, caressing every inch of her body, being extremely gentle. The little fear which had formed in her soon decreased and she drifted closer to him lost to his touch which lighted fire and lava. Soon she was burning wild in his arms.
"Michael…please." She gasped as his hot tongue circled her swollen nipples continuously his teeth nibbling and sucking on the tight bud.
"Soon… my beloved." His husky voice flowed over her bare skin as she cried out for him to take her. The pressure built higher and higher until she sobbed his name and withered beneath him. His arms caged around her, refusing to release her all the time his tongue swept across her body languidly and his teeth nibbled her soft flesh of her breast.
"Wrap your legs around me." he stated roughly as he shed his jeans and rested over her. She obeyed him without a doubt.
Michael cupped her head in his palms and nuzzled her face, every instinct in his body cried for him to take her quickly. Ignoring the strong impulses, fighting the sudden urges of his body and mind he lowered his erection gently into her, pausing only for a second as his tip brushed her entrance. She gasped; his eyes flirted over her face for any sign of discomfort. He saw the mixture of emotions across her face; bending his head he kissed her lips passionately. She lifted her hips for him, and a sense of pride welled inside him.
"Relax for me. You are too tense." He told her gently feeling her hips tense and close. She obeyed him after several seconds. He parted her hips, stroked her hipbone. She moaned. "Please… Michael."
His control slipped and he lunged into her with one strong force. She tensed, gripped his arms tightly and tears formed in her eyes. He raised his head and swore loudly. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry." he froze inside her, bent his head and placed kisses over her face.
"I'm ok." Despite t
he tears she smiled.
"I should have realised, honey." He told her regrettably. "I was too fast."
She lifted her hips and moved beneath him. Reluctantly he moved inside her only once to test her readiness. She responded well and he took it as an urge to continue.
It took a lot of strength for him to keep his entire weight off her little body. Placing both hands on either side of her and balancing his weight on the palms of his hands he thrust deeply, gently at first followed by deep long penetrations into her silk sheath. Her channel loosened to accompany him, she squeezed him with each thrusts her muscles relaxing to accommodate him. Passion and heat engulfed them both. His tongue flickered over her breast; his head lowered and drew one taunt nipple deep into his mouth. His mouth felt like a furnace against her skin, and he drew on her flesh with strong, rhythmic pulls. As he pushed into her, his body shuddered with pleasure. She was like soft velvet but so tight, he nearly lost control.
He forced himself to take time, to fill her slowly to push deeper and deeper into her body, wanting her to take every inch of him. She felt his body invading hers, a thick, hard fullness that brought a friction of intense pleasure. She could feel her body accommodating his larger size. And then he began to move and she was completely lost. He rode her higher and higher into an endless friction of heat and fire were both burnt finally his hips thrust ferociously, almost brutally, his hands pinning her to him, whilst he erupted with jets of hot liquid, filling her as he gripped tighter.
Michael rolled over bringing her on top, ran his hand down her back, along her spine. He had never felt so sedated although he knew it was temporary before he had an urge to make love to her again. With him still inside her she moaned and shifted hardening him painfully thick inside her.
From the dense trees two black wolves emerged and walked towards them howling in greeting. Their green eyes were so bright in the darkness. Clara wrapped her arms around Michael's waist and stayed at his side. The wolves stopped before them, Michael spoke to them so fast she didn’t even hear him. She blinked in surprise.