Strigoi Redemption

by Hall, K R

  He unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and slowly turned the material aside as if opening a much-anticipated Christmas present. Between the edges of the fabric, his fingers traced the line of sensation from her throat to the valley between her breasts. With hard movements, he shoved the soft material down to her elbows, trapping her arms.

  He smiled wickedly and brushed his knuckles along the fine lacework that edged the red bra he’d uncovered. With a quick flick of his wrist, the front fastener opened. The weight of her breasts immediately parted the silk, freeing her. He watched as the bra opened, revealing first the brownish islands of her areolas, followed by her puckered nipples. Damn, this was better than any Christmas present he’d ever gotten.

  Lusty appreciation deepened his look of barely-controlled passion. The woman had a fucking hot body— all curves and softness. A place a lonely man such as himself could call home. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to get lost in the scent and heat of her. It was impossible to feel her against him and not want her. He’d known all along that he’d wanted her. He just hadn’t known how desperately.

  Alana wiggled and her bra fell completely away. He recognized her silent plea for more and didn’t make her wait. This time, he held her breasts without the barrier of her bra and raked his thumbs across the taunt ends, making sure to use the tips of the strigoi claws he’d been unable to contain. He was a tight bundle of need, his strigoi howling to be set free. His claws had partially formed, the knot at his cock was swelling and the shift was rolling along his body.

  He took the swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger, stretching them out from her body. Again and again, he twisted and tweaked, lost in the pleasure of touching his mate. Her nipples turned a red color that told its own story of the rawness of his touch. Her face was twisted in anguish— part pleasure and part pain. The slightly bruised flesh beckoned him and he suckled her right breast, teasing the tip with his tongue and closing his mouth over the hardened flesh, pulling it deep. Alana tasted of crushed strawberries. Sweet and right. And his. All his. He needed to possess her.

  He sucked the nipple into his hot mouth, harder and deeper until the entire end of her breast was inside his mouth. He bit down until he broke the skin, relishing the brief taste of her blood. He opened his mouth and her reddened flesh popped free. Victor’s cock jumped at the mark he’d made on her delicate skin.

  His strigoi snarled in approval. Our mate.

  The man couldn’t agree more. No other woman had ever had their heart, and indeed, no other woman would ever warm their bed.

  He pulled her close, the savaged nipples stiff against his chest, burrowing into the dark mat of his chest hair. His shallow breathing gave evidence that he was affected by the contact just as much as she was. He bunched the skirt of her short dress around her waist and thrust a hand between her legs, cupping her pussy snugly. He dragged his fingers along the silk of her matching red panties.

  “So wet,” he whispered against the skin of her neck. “But I need you wetter.”

  Alana ground herself against Victor’s hand as he stroked her, telling her he wanted her wetter. She wanted him so much already; she didn’t know if she could get any hornier. Her pussy throbbed and her juices flowed freely.

  A wave of tension rolled over her at the thought of his tongue on the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Just thinking about it made her skin swell and plump.

  She was falling onto a soft mattress before she even realized they had moved.

  “Look at you.” His voice rumbled in his chest, a dark, dangerous sound that would make any animal scurry away. A predator was on the hunt. “Soft and round and delicious smelling.”

  He inhaled deeply and licked his lips as if he couldn’t wait to taste her. Just like the prey, she instinctively tried to protect herself, clenching her thighs together. He laughed at her move, a glint in his eyes. She realized right then she would do whatever he wanted. However he wanted it.

  Still standing at the side of the bed, he bent down and hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties. He pulled them off, watching her as he did so. She knew he could simply rip them from her body. She also knew he wanted her to acknowledge what was about to happen. To give herself to him.

  She closed her eyes and threw back her head, bowing her hips off the bed so he could take her panties, her finger still tangled in the skirt of her dress.

  “Good girl,” he whispered and she opened her eyes. The look of approval on his face did much to chase away her nerves.

  Once her panties had been removed, he curled his fingers around her ankles. Gently, but insistently, he pushed her legs up, spreading her, opening her to his gaze. She swore she saw his eyes glow and heard a low, hungry growl as his eyes explored her. The look made her modesty— and any lingering self-consciousness she might have felt— impossible to maintain and, more importantly, unwanted.

  In that instant, she felt not only wanted but beautiful.

  Victor watched as a red blush stained his mate’s cheeks. Her breathing sped up and she no longer tried to hide away. He knew he was pushing her, taking her where no one else had taken her before. He looked his fill.

  His gaze was dropping to the swollen flesh between her legs, he had to agree with his strigoi. She was almost clean-shaven, the lips pink and glistening with her juices. At the top of her mound, she left a neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair. It took everything he had in him not to plunge into her and bury himself deep. He feathered his fingers along her calves and across to her knees.

  “Must learn you,” he muttered in an urgent tone. “Mate you.”

  Need surged through her as she felt the velvet tip of his tongue on her inner thigh. Her legs trembled as he nuzzled the crease of her pelvis. He traced her contours with his lips in a way that made her stomach quiver. Even though she knew they were both starving for satisfaction, he took his time nipping and licking along her skin. She struggled in his hold while he dragged his tongue up her slit, drinking up the juices that had already spilled from her body.

  He growled into her sex, tightening his hold on her round thighs. She knew she’d have fingertip-sized bruises all over her body in the morning, but she didn’t care. He could mark her any way he wanted to.

  With infinite slowness, he separated the lips of her pussy and licked her with a savage rawness. Hot sensations slipped down her insides like melted butter. His tongue touched her from the bottom of her hole to her needy clit. His hands burrowed under the cheeks of her ass as he lifted her to him, tilting her hips to just the right angle to give him better access to her pussy.

  Although his cock pulsed and ached for relief, Victor wanted to go slow, savor the journey, and bring Alana past her inhibitions and modesty. A sharp thud to his chest wall brought him to realize his strigoi had very little control left— all he could ensure was that he didn’t hurt Alana. The beast could smell the readiness of their mate and heaved at the restraints Victor had placed on it. He leaned closer and buried his face in the moist heat between her legs. He used the stubble on his jaws, chafing her skin and adding another dimension to her pleasure; her hips jerked and she emitted wild little cries.

  He parted the blushing outer lips with his thumbs as he tongued her. When the sensations became too much and she tried to draw away, he stopped licking her, taking her clit between his teeth and biting down in a show of dominance. He didn’t bite hard, knowing it would send her over the edge if he did. Once she calmed down, he started all over again. His dick throbbed and his balls drew painfully high and hard against his body, wanting to release his seed. Still, he ate at her, burying his tongue in her silken sheath until more salty cream coated his tongue.

  He drank down the taste of his mate, his strigoi howling on the inside.

  Alana had never known such pleasure existed in the world. The sensations of his rough tongue over her pussy flooded her bloodstream with heat. So much heat. She sobbed as it rushed through her.

  Please let him hurry.
r />   Patience my love. Patience.

  She’d forgotten for a moment that he said that he could read her thoughts through the mating bond. It was so surprising. She tried to say how much she loved him, but her senses were so overloaded that all she could do was make husky, mewling sounds. She writhed, intensely aware of every nerve ending he brought to life. She felt loving and lusty— an explosive combination just waiting for the right spark. When he sank his tongue inside her, she went up in flames. She felt power pulse from her and closed her eyes tightly.

  A bright light exploded around them, showering them with sparkles.

  Victor felt the bed shake and looked up. Small, white orbs flew around them, suspended in midair by an unseen hand. It took him a moment to realize what had happened and the feeling that had been growing inside him all night— completeness and wholeness— settled deeper inside him and he smiled.

  Victor watched Alana’s pussy spasm repeatedly, glistening wetly in the flickering light. Victor grunted as her pussy melted his tongue, wanting to feel her muscles clenching around his thick meat. He kept lapping up the cream gushing into his eager, questing mouth.

  “Damn, you taste so good. If I didn’t need to be inside you so badly, I’d make you come again.”

  Victor rose from the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He stared down at Alana the entire time, his face flushed, his lips heavy with sensuality.

  “I hope you’re ready for me, pretty vixen.” He watched her eyes skim down his body. He watched them widen when she caught sight of his hard flesh, his need for her had made him longer and wider than he’d ever been before.

  Alana almost jumped from the bed and turned tail and ran when she saw the size of Victor’s cock. The plum-shaped head pulsed with demand and the skin over the steel-hard shaft stretched so tightly it looked ready to burst. She’d held him in her hand just moments before. But he’d felt nothing like he looked now.

  “Alana.”

  “I, ummm.”

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll go slow. I promise.”

  Alana swallowed and let a small smile tug at the corners of her mouth. If size really did matter, she figured she’d hit the mother lode. He locked his gaze with hers and a wicked grin curved his mouth. It made such a difference. The brooding mate before her was gone.

  She bucked when she felt his finger slide along the wet slit of her pussy. There was no hiding how much she wanted him.

  He stroked his cock as he spoke, pumping hard until precum dripped from the reddened slit. Alana bit her lip but didn’t look away. She knew what he was doing, ensuring he could take her. Or that she could take his cock inside her body. He spread the lubricant over his length, coating his cock with his cum. She shivered, wanting him.

  “Take me, Victor. Please. I need you so much.”

  Victor watched a storm of passion rage in Alana’s blue eyes. He knew his own had grown turbulent, gold no doubt swirling in the dark depths as his strigoi pushed forward.

  He moved closer. She squealed as he lifted her and tossed her further up on the bed, handling her weight with ease. Her dress was still bunched around her arms, restraining her movements. Before she could catch her breath, she felt a jerk at the waist of her dress.

  “Damn it,” Victor cursed as the material of the fluffy skirt got in his way. It startled her when he ripped the dress, freeing her. He moved closer and his mouth closed over hers, another rough, raw show of passion and possession. He rose and jerked her legs apart, kneeling between them.

  “Better. Next time. Promise,” Victor grunted as he lowered himself over her body and pushed himself between her legs. She felt the head of the gigantic cock pushing against her entrance. He grunted and pushed a hand beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis higher as he continued to thrust inside. The repositioning aligned their bodies perfectly. But his size…

  Alana whimpered and closed her eyes as his thickness stretched the virgin walls until he breached her virgin barrier, which caused Victor to stop immediately.

  “Shh, dragă, it’s okay,” he whispered as he gently rubbed her legs. “We’ll wait a minute.” He said soothing words and gently rubbed her body as she fought to get used to the breach of her body. When she looked up at him, Victor smiled down at her.

  “Are you okay?”

  Alana nodded her head; Victor bent down and kissed her deeply as he moved for the first time.

  “Can’t,” he grunted into her neck. “Can’t ever let you go.”

  The sound of his voice calmed her as he continued his forward thrust. His deep, desire-roughened voice came to her through a haze as her body softened and stretched to take her mate inside.

  He was kneeling again, taking her hard and fast as he had promised. She panted with him, her body trying to arch upward to meet his hungered thrusts, but she couldn’t move. He was deep inside her and his hands gripped her thighs, no doubt marking her with his fierce hold. His chest heaved, the muscles bunching and falling as he breathed. His head jerked and he was looking down at her, his lips drawn back in a snarl, revealing the elongated tips of his teeth.

  “Mine.”

  Victor pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. His long, thick cock thrust hard and deep. They both groaned when he arched back, hammering into her. His hot flesh filled her as she panted with the effort of holding back, he wanted her that desperately. No, needed her that desperately.

  Alana moved back into his thrusts, melding her body into his. She threw back her head, offering her neck in submission. His eyes swirled with the power of his strigoi as he pressed a hand between her shoulders, holding her down. He bent his head and found the juncture where her neck met her shoulder.

  “Mine,” Victor growled.

  “Mate. Mine,” the strigoi growled.

  His thrusts, if possible, came harder and faster. He sank his fangs into her flesh. His cock jerked inside her, pumping his cum inside her willing body as her blood flowed into his mouth. Their souls joined together. The union was beginning and they were sealed, forever.

  “I love you, Alana,” Victor said, lying next to her and pulling her close. “I think I was supposed to say that before I took you to bed, but…”

  Her giggle made her body quiver against his and a whole new way.

  “I love you too, Victor,” Alana laughed. “Victor,” Alana said, her eyes wide. “I…” She shook her head. There were tears in her eyes. “My whole body is tingling.”

  If anything, this development only solidified the rightness of their having mated. He took his hand in hers. She was trembling.

  “Do you know what that means?” Victor asked. She stared at him. He raised her hand and kissed her palm. “It means this night was fated,” Victor said. “We are meant to be together.”

  Tears filled her eyes. He froze. Why was she crying? She smiled and relief flooded over him.

  “I knew I wanted to be with you,” Alana said the words softly, as if unsure how they would sound out loud in front of him. “But I was scared to imagine we were destined for one another.”

  He squeezed her hand. “I only wish we had given in all those months ago.” Then he winked at her. “Think of all the time you could’ve screamed my name while I pleasured you.”

  Chapter 17

  New Year’s Eve had arrived. Usually, Victor threw New Year’s Eve parties but, this year, he was doing something completely different. They were driving to Plymouth and ringing in the new year celebrating under the stars, cruising the fantastic Plymouth Harbor. Of course, Nicolae and a few enforcers would stay in rooms on the same floor. With the attacks on both him and Alana, Victor wasn’t taking any chances.

  Historic downtown Plymouth is part of the Massachusetts State Route 3A and the setting for the delightful Ardmore Inn located minutes away from the historic waterfront. The twenty-minute drive was relaxing.

  “Romance, relaxation— and being treated like royalty— are at the heart of the Ardmore Inn. The cozy accommodations offer guests warm, inviting f
ireplaces; large, French-style soaking tubs; and gorgeous views of the Monet-inspired pond and gardens or village green. The colonial-themed decor, modern amenities, and decorative antiques all add to the charm,” Victor said as he read the brochure after they were shown their one-bedroom suite.

  “This suite is simply breathtaking,” Alana said as she looked around. “Just look at the reading area. That chair looks cozy and the oil paintings are beautiful.”

  “I love the four-poster king bed,” Victor said with a wink. “We must make love in front of that fireplace tonight.”

  “Will I have time to visit the spa?” Alana asked. “I would love to have the Chocolate Fig Fondant manicure and pedicure. It says here that it begins with a coconut oil soak to soften the skin. With the chocolate aroma, I am going to need a chocolate treat from Fedele’s Chocolates after.”

  “Anything you desire, Alana,” Victor said, smiling. “Remember the cruise departs at seven o’clock sharp and we don’t want to be late.”

  “I promise to be ready on time,” Alana said and quickly made an appointment for the spa treatment.

  “While you are there, I will work on a few things,” Victor said.

  ~ ~ ~

  Victor called the inn’s concierge to have two dozen red roses delivered. Half a dozen flowers’ petals were strewn over the bed and the other half would be scattered around the bathroom, concentrating on the bathtub. Victor took some flameless candles out of his luggage and placed them strategically around the bed and bathroom. He was delighted to discover the fireplace was gas and turned on with a flick to the switch.

  As he placed the final touch for the romantic afternoon he had planned, Alana returned from her spa treatment. He was pleased to see that she was completely relaxed.

  Alana saw the look on Victor’s face. His eyes damn near glowed with lustful intent. He walked through the room, each step deliberate, as though he was holding onto his control by a thread. Before she could think, he swept her up and laid her on the rose petal covered bed. In seconds, he had them both stripped bare and he nestled between her thighs.