Then his tongue swirled over her clit and between her lips, and she found it impossible to think about anything else. Even as he lapped and suckled with wicked skill, his fingers went to work on her ass, sliding deep, pumping slowly, stretching and preparing her for his cock. The thought of what he meant to do to her only added to the excitement.
But as her need spiraled higher and hotter, his stroking tongue slowed. No. Oh, please, she was close, so close, and so hot… Driven into a hot frenzy, Amelia began pumping her hips against his face. David drew back slightly, denying her the stimulation. With a frustrated groan, she circled her hips, grinding down on the two fingers impaling her ass. The penetration, painful as it was, was also intensely erotic. Imagining what his cock would feel like opening and stretching her, she shuddered in helpless hunger. “Fuck me!” The pleading in her own voice perversely added to her arousal. “God, David, fuck me!”
“Careful what you ask for, baby. You know where this cock is going, and it ain’t your pussy.”
She shut her eyes, shuddering. “Yes. Sweet Jesus, yes.”
“Beg me.”
“Fuck my ass, David. Please!”
David laughed, a note of hot male triumph in his voice as he sat up between her thighs and reached for the lube. “I hope you’re not expecting mercy, Amelia. You’re not getting any.”
Dazed with raw lust, she lifted her head and watched him squirt a shining line of lube down the length of his cock. He stroked himself, getting the big shaft good and slick.
David grabbed one of her ankles and lifted it, pressing upward until her cheeks parted and her asshole lay undefended and ready for the thick head of his cock.
The shaft nuzzled the tiny hole gently, then sank forward slowly as he started forcing his way inside. Pain rose, cutting through Amelia’s desperate arousal with the sensation of brutal impalement. She groaned. David’s eyes blazed with hungry triumph and dark pleasure, and he panted as he drove deeper. “God,” he growled, “that’s good.”
Amelia gritted her teeth. “It hurts!”
He stopped only halfway in. Startled, she looked up at him. Frustration and need tightened his face as he looked down into her eyes, reading her face. Delicately, he reached a big hand down and circled her slick clit with his thumb. The swirl of delight made her catch her breath. He began to pull out, slowly. After the pain of entry, the lush sensation of his exit was darkly seductive. It was the exact opposite of vaginal sex, when the pleasure was in the entry.
By the time only the head of his cock was still inside her, she was panting with lust, intrigued by the painful pleasure.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Startled, she met David’s gaze and caught her breath. His eyes glowed with that odd ruby light she’d seen in Varina’s. He clenched his teeth, as though against his own savage need, and his fangs curved down in stark reminder that he was no longer human. But the warm concern beneath the hunger was pure David. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” His voice was low and strained with hunger.
“I thought you said I wasn’t getting any mercy.”
His smile flashed, a little bitter. “Seems us bloodsucking monsters talk a better game than we play. I can’t stand to hurt you.”
That’s when Amelia knew.
It was him.
Relief poured through her. Despite the fangs, despite whatever he did or didn’t drink, he was still the man she’d loved. Her resistance shattered as she realized how she must have hurt him. Yet he obviously still loved her. Hot tears stung her eyes. “David,” she whispered. “God, David, I’m sorry.”
His face closed. He pulled out and sat back on his knees, obviously about to stand up and walk away.
He thought she was rejecting him.
“No!” Amelia gasped. “Don’t stop. Please, take me. Take my ass. Take me however you want.”
David hesitated, searching her face. “Baby, my cock is too thick.”
“I don’t care!” And she didn’t. It wasn’t just the desire to atone for the pain she’d caused -- it was a hunger to surrender herself to him in this hot, alien way. “I need you to fuck me. It felt good when you pulled out. I want more.”
Indecision flashed over David’s face, lust and fear and love battling in his eyes. Then he met her gaze, and whatever he saw there decided him. He knelt again.
To her surprise, he flipped her over onto her belly and did something to the cuffs. They sprang apart, and she gasped in relief as the tension vanished. Pins and needles raced across her skin as blood and sensation poured back.
“Now,” David said, rolling her over onto her back once more. “Let’s try this again.” He lifted her legs until her heels rested against his shoulders, then presented the thick head of his cock to her ass once more. But this time, he started thrumming her clit with his thumb, sending a sweet surge of pleasure through her even as he pressed for entry.
Slowly, carefully, he sank inside. The sensation of being stretched and taken was still edged in pain, but it was offset by the delight he sent vibrating along her nerves with every stroke of his thumb. Panting, aroused, she watched him come down over her, his face dark and intent. He looked so damn big looming over her like this, all chiseled muscle between the spread vee of her thighs. His cock stretched her ass brutally wide in a slow, fiery possession as he took her one slow inch at a time. She writhed, maddened by the searing pleasure.
Until, finally, his balls rested heavy and full against her ass.
Carefully, David leaned down until he could brace his fists on the floor. The pose bent her double and seated his massive shaft that last fraction up her ass. Amelia panted, loving the sensation of being surrounded by his hard, hairy male body. Somehow it made her feel delicate and female and deliciously helpless.
“Jesus,” she moaned, “I never realized how damn big you are.”
“While you’re so damn tiny.” David threw back his head, his eyelashes fanning dark against his cheeks. The cords of his strong neck flexed with effort. “God, your ass feels good milking my dick like that. It’s all I can do not to blow right now.” Licking his lips, he started pulling out.
Amelia gasped. God, it felt even hotter this time than it had the first, a slick, sliding pleasure, wicked and darkly erotic. She whimpered, the sound stark with pleasure and lust.
When he pulled out to the tip, he stopped. “Push out this time,” he growled. “Take it.”
Biting her lip, she obeyed.
He sank in easier this time, though there was still a savage ache and fullness to his possession. “Ohhh, yeah,” he growled. “That’s right. Here I come, baby. I’ve wanted to fuck this perfect little ass for a long, long time. Every time you bent over, I’d get hard.” He stopped to gasp. “But I was afraid of hurting you.”
“You’re not…” She sucked in a breath and shuttered her eyes. “You’re not hurting me. More!”
“Oh, yeah.” David braced his big hands on her helplessly bent thighs and started thrusting, picking up speed until he was grinding. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe as he rode her, that big rod pistoning deep in her rectum, stretching and tormenting on the way in, pleasuring on the way out. And with every thrust, his pelvis ground against her sex, dragging her closer and closer to a hot, glittering orgasm.
She’d never felt so thoroughly fucked in her life. Or so hot.
Until suddenly he slammed in all the way to the balls and arched his back, roaring out his pleasure through bared fangs. The roll of his strong hips ground against her clit just right, and she exploded with a mindless shriek.
The pleasure tore through her like a glittering hurricane, on and on and on.
Endless moments later, he collapsed over her, then rolled off her with a groan, sliding free of her violated ass. Amelia whimpered with a combination of relief and regret. The whimper became a moan of pleasure as he drew her into his arms.
She lay there, unable to move, her body quivering and jumping in the aftermath of her savage orgasm. His chest work
ed like a bellows against her cheek, and his heart pounded. Wrapping her arms around his sweaty chest, she met his gaze. “You didn’t bite me. You didn’t feed.”
David frowned, searching her gaze. “I didn’t think you wanted me to.”
Suddenly shy, Amelia had to look away. “Dimitri told me about the… the blood bond.”
He went still. “And?”
“I hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. I was afraid, but I should have trusted you.”
He sighed and shook his head. “Anybody would have been afraid, Amelia. For all you knew, I really had become a bloodsucking monster.”
“But you didn’t.” She gazed into his handsome, beloved face with desperate hunger. If he said no… But she had to take the chance. “David, we should have been married by now. Let’s do it. Right now. The blood bond first and then maybe a church.” She broke off and bit her lip. “Unless you can’t…”
David smiled reluctantly. “Churches and crosses don’t bother me. I’m not undead.” His smile broadened into a grin. “And I kept your wedding dress.”
Her eyes widened as she remembered the beautiful gown she’d abandoned the night he turned. “You’re kidding!”
He sobered. “It was all I had left of you.”
For a long moment they gazed at one another, remembering the last lonely months. Finally Amelia said softly, “I never want to be separated from you like that again. I want us married in every sense of the word.”
He searched her face. “You mean it? You really want the blood bond?”
“Yes.”
“But Amelia -- if anything happens to me, it would kill you. Literally.”
“These past months without you, I might as well have been dead. It’s been like somebody tore a hole in my chest. I just wouldn’t let myself admit it.”
“Yeah.” His mouth tightened. “It’s been the same for me.”
“I need you, David. I love you. Love me.”
“God, Amelia,” he said, rolling her beneath him. “I already do. And I always will.”
Quickly, he dragged a thumbnail along his wrist, opening a shallow cut. He lowered it to her mouth.
As she gently began to suck, his fangs sank into her throat with a quick sting. She moaned in relief, hearing his rumble of pleasure.
Then light and heat burst into her mind, and she felt his mind touch hers -- strength and will and fire, backed by a purity of spirit she knew.
And most of all, she felt his love.
Her own rose in a tide of sweet joy. They came together and fused in a wash of warm light.
Home for Christmas.
The End
Angela Knight
Angela Knight has worked as a comic book writer, a newspaper reporter, and a novelist. Her stories have won several awards, including the South Carolina Press Association award.
Her first writing love has always been romance. In 1996, she discovered the small press publishing and realized her dream when her first Romance was published in Red Sage’s Secrets 2 anthology.
Angela is now multi-published, as both an author and a cover artist, and enjoys success under several names, but that success would be hollow without the love and support of her friends and family. It’s no surprise Angela Knight considers herself a profoundly lucky woman.
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