by Tracy Tappan
That was fine; she was done. The taut coil inside her snapped loose, sending wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure thundering through—A surprised whoop burst out of her as the Fiinţă still coursing through her veins grabbed hold of her orgasm and spun it off the charts. Her entire body convulsed and jerked in an explosion of unbelievable ecstasy, bright sparklers dotting the sides of her vision, her sheath clutching at Jaċken’s penis in an impossibly tight grip.
“Ah!” His body strained so hard off the bed at that, he almost bucked her off. She threw her hands against the headboard to brace herself as a primeval roar of rapture erupted out of him, a noise that went so far beyond human capacity for pleasure, she had no idea where inside him it could’ve possibly come from.
Wet heat throbbed inside of her, her womb flooding with warmth as Jaċken shuddered to the end of his very first orgasm.
“Ho-holy fuck,” he gasped, sprawling in heaving shock on the mattress beneath her.
Fighting for breath, she fell forward against his chest, holding him tight as she listened to the wild beat of his heart and the loud, panting grabs for oxygen his lungs were making. As she calmed, she ran a hand idly over his torso, enjoying the contrasting sensations of smooth flesh over thick bones and ridged muscles, discovering a puckered scar near one of his ribs. When the storm inside him finally passed, she lifted her head and peered at her new husband. “So…?” she inquired. “Was it any good?”
She felt him go still. Then his chest rumbled, the vibrations starting out as a small chuckle that grew into full-throated laughter.
“My God.” She gaped at him. “I didn’t even know you were capable of laughter like that, Jaċken.”
He shook his head at her, his eyes bright. “Woman, you seriously need to expand your vocabulary if you think ‘good’ even begins to cover what just happened between us.”
She gave him an intimate smile. “Yes. For me, too.”
His lips settled into a tender, close-mouthed smile of his own. Raising his hand to cup her cheek, he threaded his fingers into the side of her hair. “Hey, you,” he said quietly, his gaze filling with such deep affection that her insides scurried about with frantic joy, aimless and bonking into stuff like a wind-up toy. How long had she yearned to see him look at her like that?
“Hey back,” she whispered.
His thumb swept the curve of her cheek in a gentle caress. “Have I told you how much I love you, Dr. Toni Parthen?”
Chapter Thirty-five
Somewhere along the way, the mattress beneath Jaċken had turned into a pile of soft feathers. He was sunk deeply into it, engulfed in the bed, it seemed, his muscles gelatinous, his bones just…washed away under the effects of satiated exhaustion. He’d never felt more relaxed in his life, never so content. His mind was a desert oasis. No memories of Oţărât were banging on the door to his brain, no grumblings about the crap circumstances of his existence were yapping in his ears. Those were just blurry images at the back of the stadium. Hard to believe just a few short hours ago he’d been moping over scrambled eggs about the endless misery of his life.
He heard Toni puttering around in the bathroom, the soft padding of her footsteps and water running. He smiled and stretched languorously, the sinews in his right shoulder popping. Maybe there’s a God, after all.
There sure as shit was a Heaven, that was for damned certain, and it lay right between—to be unavoidably crass about it—the legs of a certain strawberry-blonde doctor he was completely nuts about. Fan-fucking-tastic. That’s what sex was. How else to describe the indescribable? He’d been utterly unprepared for the whole show. Not that an assload of imaginings hadn’t gone into picturing what making love to Toni would be like, but the reality of having her mount up his cock and giddy-up him to within an inch of his life still had him reeling. He broke into a broader grin. Ten out of ten points for taking a guy’s virginity in a way that was totally cool, though.
“Jaċken,” Toni sang out from the bathroom, “could you come in here for a sec?”
What, he had to move? Stupid question. Damn right he did. Because when hot blonde wifey called, then recently laid male—whose awakened cock was really fucking excited to lend new meaning to the term eager beaver—came running. Or maybe he should say frigging, seeing as the events of the last few hours had turned him into a husband. He should probably try to tone down the potty mouth.
He sauntered into the bathroom on deliciously weak knees. “Yes, dear?” he drawled.
Toni was standing near the tub, her body wrapped in a plush white towel and her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. He was brought up short by the sight of her exposed neck. Shit. The skin where he’d bitten her had already purpled into a nasty bruise, the twin puncture marks an angry red. Yeah, he knew the first bite always went rough for a newbie, but it still rankled that he’d hurt her.
“I thought we could take a bath together,” she said.
Behind her, both faucets were jetting water into a tub large enough for four men. It was a tub fit for royalty—which worked out really well for her now, didn’t it?—the basin enclosed by a wide, semi-circular ledge of white tiles, about every fifth one painted with a blue fleur-de-lis. The ledge ascended in steps to a pedestal at the back where a vase of silk flowers about the size of a small child sat. Short mirrors, bordered in gold curlicue frames, and already fogging up from the rising steam, surrounded all sides of the tub.
“I wash you,” she went on, “you wash me.” She slanted a smile at him. “I did say you could touch me later, after all.”
He scratched the back of his head. “Did you? Ah. That must’ve been around the time you were taking my dick in your eager little fist and ramming it inside you.” He reached for a back tooth with his tongue. “I might’ve been a bit distracted.”
She planted her hands solidly on her hips, huffing at him. “Okay, so maybe I went a little too fast, but I was extremely horny, buster. Are you really going to stand there and complain about that?”
“Nope. I actually think there’re probably some awesome perks to having a tartlet for a wife.”
“A—?” Her lips twitched before she could stop them. “Well, this bath isn’t about sex, bub. All right? It’s about touching only. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Sure. Easy as pie, Doc. I don’t want to have sex with you at all.”
“Excellent.”
“You pretty much wrung me dry on that last one.”
“Well, hop in, then.” She dropped her towel to the bathroom floor and gave him a saucy look.
Oh, damn me…. His gut went buttery as he raked his gaze over her body: her high firm breasts with those rosy nipples that poked out at him as impudently as the woman herself, the sweet nip of her slender waist flaring into softly rounded hips, the apex of her thighs where gold—in every sense of the word—nested. It whacked the air right out of him. He had to flex his toes into the tiles to keep from flying at her and frantically scrambling his hands all over her goodies like she was an exploded piñata.
Her eyes sparkling sassily, she stepped into the tub and sank down into the water with a sinuous movement that kicked the flow of his blood into high gear. He inhaled a deep, groaning breath. Christ, that felt so good now. Ever since he’d fed on her, it was as if every vein in his body had become a super highway conduit for blood, pushing feeling everywhere it needed to go. Especially right into his—
“You will be careful with that thing, won’t you?” She cast his hard member a sideways glance as she cranked off the faucets.
Yeah, yeah, so he was a big fat liar. And here was Lesson One of all the things he needed to learn about the male-female relationship; the woman would always hold the upper hand, no bones about it. Right, sue him for not caring.
“I’ll try not to knock anything over,” he remarked dryly as he started for the tub.
Her smiling gaze remained on that part of him sticking straight out from his body and bouncing along like a divining rod seeking out damp
, warm places that were the Mount Everest of happy places to be.
He joined her in the tub, and she straddled him again, this time high up on her knees, and began to lather shampoo into his wet hair. He groaned as her massaging fingers did exactly what she’d set out to do: open up a whole new world of touch for him to just about die over. His eyelids kept trying to sink closed, but he forced them to stay open. There was just too much good stuff to look at right in front of him.
“Your body rocks,” he murmured, watching foamy soap suds slip off the bud of her nipple.
She smiled. “Duck under to rinse.”
He did as instructed, breaking back through the surface to find her with a bar of soap in her hands. She lathered up her palms, then smoothed them over his shoulders, up his neck, and down his chest. Ecstasy abated slightly here, as the mode in which his tattoos had been applied had left his chest semi-nerveless. Then pleasure rocketed right back up as her hands dipped below the water to wash his—
His head slumped back on his neck, his eyes spinning up into his skull as she took hold of his arousal and stroked him from tip to base, then back up. His fangs, already half-extended, stretched into his mouth on a near-painful surge. Her hand moved down again, and then he was panting short, tight breaths through his teeth because her hand slid all the way down to his balls. She cupped them and tested their weight, her fingernails lightly scoring the underside of his sac. He moaned low. Here again, was something really fuc…frigging new. Previously not much more than a pair of lead weights hanging between his thighs, his balls were now doing a real number on him, tingling and aching and…being very insistent about what needed to go down next.
Abruptly, she stopped and pressed the bar of soap into his hand. “Your turn.”
He flipped his lids open.
Steam was drifting in hot clouds around her, coiling loose strands of her hair against the moisture on her throat. She looked like an enchanted mermaid.
He curled his lips back from his teeth in a wolfish smile. “I can wash you anywhere, right?”
She sloshed backward from the sight of his fangs, although the glittering heat in her eyes contradicted her retreat.
“Oh, payback’s a bitch, sweetie pie.” He rose to his knees, water cascading off his body, and came at her.
A husky laugh tripped past her lips, her gaze dropping to watch him work the soap into a lather between his hands.
“I wonder where I’ll start. Hmm, maybe your—”
It hit him like a Monster Truck. With an umph, he lurched forward and fell against her, his forehead clunking against her chest. The soap tumbled from his lax fingers as a raw, primitive sound tore out of him.
“Jaċken?” Her arms came around him. “Dear God, what’s wrong?”
His mouth fell open and hung there.
“Jaċken?”
“Your…scent.” Turning his face into the upper swell of her breasts, he rubbed his open lips over her skin. “It’s changing.” He drew deep, gulping breaths of her newly emerging aroma into the back of his throat, the shifting power of it swirling through every cell in his body, holding him in thrall. He could do no more than stay as he was, his arms wrapped around her body and his lungs voraciously taking in every aromatic morsel of her. “I’m…bonding to you…Toni. Oh, Christ….” A hard shudder shook him, then another rocked him to the core of his being as the biological process worked at transforming him into what he’d be for the rest of his married life: a fully bonded male.
After several mind-blowing minutes, he drew a last, fractured breath, Toni’s scent making its final descent into all the small fissures of his brain. He’d never smelled anything so good in his life as Toni smelled to him now. Damn, he’d heard other bonded males rave about The Change, but he’d just never believed it could be this powerful. Toni was his now, he felt it completely. The territorial Vârcolac in him stretched and roared. He straightened off her, the Phoenix rising from the ashes, and stared down on her with ruthless possession. “Mine,” he snarled at her.
Her eyes sprang wide. “Uh, oh.”
Eye-blink quick, he hefted her out of the water and tossed her onto the surrounding ledge of tiles. “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we do that tasting-thing I also missed out on?” Grabbing her ass with two hands, he tipped her hips up, the maneuver forcing her to fling her arms behind her to brace herself.
“Jaċken!” she gasped as he went down on his knees before her.
He shoved his face between her thighs, needing her new taste down his throat right fucking now. Thing was…he didn’t exactly know what he was doing. He was only able to poke his tongue and nose around the area a bit at first, too stupefied by the intoxicating mixture of her newly mated aroma and the scent of her arousal to do much more than grunt like a Neanderthal. Then he caught on to licking as the best way to experience her, and here he was in his element; the folds of her sex were the softest skin he’d ever felt.
He would’ve been happy enough just to spend the next week lazily running his tongue all over their slick contours. But he was paying attention to Toni, the noises she was making and the ebb and flow of tension in her body, and although she definitely liked her folds tended to, stroking her clitoris was what really spun her top. The thing must’ve been packed full of more nerve endings than he’d realized, based on what he was able to do to her. Giving it a little suckle had earned such a noise out of her, her pelvis straining up so hard into his face, that he’d nearly laughed for joy. Still…. He couldn’t seem to spend all of his time there.
Because whenever he really got going on that knot of nerve endings, the entrance to her body would squish full of more of her juice, and, damn, the stuff was frigging amazing. Like honey in consistency, and just as sweet, it tasted as good as her blood, and that was saying something. He just had to get down there and lap it up.
He was down there now, pushing his tongue into her opening to chase more of it down—a move which ramped up the noises she was making, a bunch of uh-uh-uh, oh-oh-oh shit in his ears that nearly brought him to his own explosion. She reached between her legs and dug her fingers into his hair, frantically twisting up fists of it. A message that she was done with his messing around? Her folds were plumped up like a biscuit and a series of broken gasps were hissing between her gritted teeth, so yeah, he probably needed to give her a break. Curling his hands around her legs, he spread her thighs wider and really latched on good to that jewel of hers. With his lips and tongue and jaw all working together, he got down to the serious business of sucking on—
He was rewarded almost instantly. She yelped once, then settled into a high keening cry as her thighs clamped tight around his ears, and—the best part—her feminine core pulsed rhythmically against his chin. His New and Improved Balls got off on that big time, pulling up tight against his body and—Oh, shit. A droplet of liquid leaked to the tip of him. He reared back from her with an anxious expulsion of air. He was going to come.
He heaved unsteadily to his feet, bringing her with him to the next highest step of tiles. “I have to get inside you.” He probed around her silky wetness and just about ended himself right there. Damn…damn. He looked down between her splayed legs to aim better. Another huge mistake. That secret place of hers was a deeper pink than before, the petals glistening and fuller. So ready for him. With a ragged groan, he just drove his hips forward…only to succeed in shoving her backward along the slippery tiles. He growled in frustration.
“Pull me toward you at the same time you push.” Her voice sounded heavy and breathless.
His hands were trembling with the force of his need, his fingers no doubt digging too roughly into her skin as he grabbed her by the hips and hauled her forward and upward into his next thrust. An incoherent noise burst out of him as he plunged deep inside her this time, and—ah!—the hot petals of her sheath closed around his shaft like a velvet fist. He jerked forward from the intensity of it, bonking his head on the mirror behind her.
A muffled sound of amusement escaped
her.
He gulped for air. Yeah, laugh it up, lady. See how well you do after thirty-odd years of deprivation.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly.
“I just can’t seem to get used to…how good you feel.”
Her fingers caressed the length of his spine. “Do you want me to get on top again?”
“No.” He licked his lips and swallowed. He didn’t think there was time for adjustments. “I got this covered.”
Right. He felt like an oaf as he started to surge between her thighs. He tried to be proficient about it: straight in, straight out, nice and smooth. But she was such a tight glove of torturously squeezing muscles that, time and again, imminent danger would rise up through his testes and tighten the muscles in his lower back, making his strokes go all sloppy and uneven, his frigging knees banging into the side of the tub.
But then…why should he care, if she didn’t seem to? Each deep thrust inside her body, whether unskilled or expert, earned a corresponding groan of pleasure from her, so he must’ve been hitting something good in there. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, too, her head thrown back, the picture of a woman in the throes of passion.
Saliva filled his mouth as he hungrily eyed the elegant stretch of throat, bloodlust rising up to join the action. Without warning, he lunged for the unblemished side of her neck and sank his fangs in with one clean stroke, her resilient flesh giving way with a satisfying pop.
She jumped only slightly this time, then melted beneath him into a pile of groaning jelly.
He gulped her quenching blood down his throat drunkenly, wondering if he’d ever get used to the incredible taste of it. The power and energy it gave him. How it filled him with—
He went rigid as his climax came at him full throttle, as unstoppable as a bullet. Yanking his fangs out of Toni’s throat, he flung his head back and shouted in pure barbaric ecstasy, the blood-Fiinţă combo pouring through his system back-loading his orgasm with staggering force. A bolt of lightning sheared his balls in two and blew the top of his cock off. Shuddering again and again, he pumped hot liquid into his wife’s body in what seemed an endless stream, the convulsions of her sheath around him as she found her second orgasm damn near pushing him into a dead faint.