Wicked Surrender

by T. A. Grey

  “Tell me you’re naked under that robe.” Vera pulled back and looked down at herself. So much had happened in the last few hours, she’d completely forgotten she was wearing the white terry cloth robe from when she got out of the shower. Licking her lips, she gave him a coy stare and said, “What are you going to do about it if I am?”

  Her body was already on liquid fire for him. His eyes left hers to trail over the thick robe. His eyes darkened, hot and wild, as if he could see her clearly through the material.

  When he spoke, his voice was a hoarse croak, “I need you, and I can’t go easy. If you can’t take it, then I want you to get up and leave the room right now, because otherwise I’m going to be on you and in you in under a minute.”

  “But your hurt.”

  He shook his head and lifted his shirt showing her a cut that already looked like it’d healed a week. “Dmetri told me that not all vampires can heal fast, but he can, and since I have his blood now I can too.”

  Shivering, Vera untied the rope around her waist and shrugged out of the robe. It hissed and slithered down to the floor around her.

  “Last chance,” he warned. His gaze scorched over her naked body. His eyes widened, nostrils flared, and then his mouth was on hers, his tongue thrusting in her mouth, owning her, possessing her.

  Hot, rough hands searched over her body—not with gentle romantic sweeps but with urgent, eager grasps. Plumping her ass cheeks, rubbing her back, pinching her nipples, and squeezing her breasts until finally she let her head fall back.

  His mouth replaced his hands and licked her nipples deep, flicking and sucking them until an answering pleasure throbbed from between her legs. She was wet as if she’d been having foreplay for hours, not mere seconds. Being so long without him had her starved.

  “Jacks.” Her voice was laden with arousal.

  “Can’t wait anymore.” She watched languidly as he ripped open his pants, spread her knees wide, and thrust at her entrance. He slid in like he was made to.

  He didn’t stop. His thrusts were that of a starved man. A man hungry for his mate. His hips slapped against hers as his thrusts pushed her against the couch, her ass bouncing off of it.

  With them both on their knees, he wasn’t hitting her as deep as she wanted it, but he was moving so fast through her wet pussy—pushing her towards something beautiful and earth shattering.

  His hands cupped her bottom and spread her cheeks wide, reminding her of the delicious time he’d taken her in that special way. His mouth came down on hers and nothing could stop the bubbling pleasure that burst forth from her. She turned her head away and screamed as an intense, hard orgasm ripped through her trembling body.

  Before she could float back down to earth, he was right there with her, thrusting jerkily then exploding in hot surges inside her.

  “Vera, baby.” His voice held wonder in it.

  He wrapped her in his arms and fell back to the floor with her. Vera didn’t know how long they lay like that, but their bodies turned cold, their breathing returned to normal. She tried to think of a time when she’d enjoyed something as much as she did this, but for the life of her, she couldn’t.

  He held her, his fingers tracing small patterns on her back. Vera had a sudden, wicked thought and propped herself up on an elbow to look down at him.

  “Baby?” He seemed to have a hard time opening his eyes, but finally he did and looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you hungry?”

  All at once, his soft cock hardened against her thigh like a steel pipe. His eyes darkened and his lips parted. Jackpot.

  “I shouldn’t. I don’t want to hurt you.” She could hear the regret in his voice so she kissed him wetly on the mouth for it.

  “But I’d love to feed you,” she whispered huskily and rolled her hips so his cock rested at the entrance to her pussy.

  Several things happened at once and she didn’t know which happened first. A hand cupped her neck, tilting her head to the side. And then sharp pressure at her neck like sharp teeth. Thick, hard pressure and then his cock was inside her.

  A fleeting pain and her soft skin broke under the pressure of his bite.

  Instantly she was bombarded with sharp, incredible sensations throughout her body. The sensation at her neck was so intense that she lazily lifted herself up and down on his cock. Her eyes closed, his name a whisper from her lips, she held him within her body as he took her life essence into his body.

  Each draw wrought a sharp sensation from deep inside her. Her body warmed and pulsed, her pussy tightening and releasing with each kiss at her neck. His tongue licked at her torn skin reverently, his lips pulled tight against her neck as he sucked and pulled.

  It was too much, he completely overwhelmed her. He must have known it too because he thrust up inside her, filling her hard and completely, as he drank from her neck. The orgasm that ripped through her was blinding.

  Her screams blasted off the cabin walls, and she was certain her body would have trembled away had he not held on to her so tightly.

  He pulled away from her neck with a lingering lick, then settled down against the floor just holding her, letting her catch her breath.

  When she could talk without gasping, she kissed his cheek and said, “Why did you stop?” She lifted her hips in question and his hard cock slipped almost out of her before she pushed back down and shoved him deep. His harsh groan turned into a hiss at the movement.

  “Because I want to take you to the bedroom.” He wrapped her arms around his neck and stood with a strength and ease that even she found impressive.

  “Tell me how you lifted me so easily. Is it your amazing vampire strength or could you lift me like that as a human? Don’t lie now.”

  He laughed and started up the stairs. “I’d never lie to you, Vera. I think you overestimate how much you weigh. Yeah, I could have held you before. You’re nothing to hold, baby.” She inhaled his rich, masculine scent and smiled.

  He reached the threshold of her bedroom and suddenly stopped. Vera felt the tension tighten in his shoulders.

  “What is it?”

  He opened his mouth to say something, but then clamped it closed hard. He strode into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Vera flopped around on the bed like ragdoll and sputtered, “Hey, what the hell, vampire?”

  “Do you always resort to name calling when you’re mad?”

  “I don’t know.” He leaned nonchalantly against her doorframe and looked around her bedroom with assessing eyes. When his eyes finally landed on hers, it was like electricity passing between them.

  “We need to discuss a few things.”

  Vera’s stomach dropped through the floor. “Is that just another way of saying ‘we need to talk’?” His rich laughter made her relax, somewhat. He crossed his arms loosely around his chest. She tried not to stare at the way his muscles thickened and bulged, but it was hard.

  “Don’t worry baby, it’s nothing bad. I just need to know if you’ll,” his face darkened and he looked wildly around the room before finding her again, “mate with me.” Vera’s mouth opened and closed several times as a rushing sensation swept through her. God she loved this man. What he was asking for was so much more than a marriage. It was a soul-gripping union between two mates.

  “Of course I will. I love you so much, Jackson Marsh.” The look on his face was raw love. She could see the young man who’d endured through an abusive father, could see the older man struggling with a past that ate at him, and now the man standing here before her accepting and ready for something new.

  He went to her, wrapping her in his arms as he spread her legs and thrust inside her. “I love you, Vera.” He moved hard and fast inside of her, feeling her muscles clench and squeeze his cock.

  Vera had no choice but to hold onto him, her fingernails curling into his strong back as his hips whipped back and forth over her. He pulled back, his fangs white in the darkened room, and bit down into his wrist.

  Suddenly his thrusts slowe
d to a lazy but intense rhythm that had her heart fluttering and her blood pounding loudly in her ears. Blood flowed out in rivulets from his wrist but he merely looked at her, a question in his eyes.

  She nodded and parted her lips.

  His heartfelt grown had her thighs tightening around his. Then he put his wrist against her lips and she drank from him.

  His taste was rich like wine, dark like him, and everything she could ever want. Their eyes stayed locked together for endless moments as together their life forces were exchanged. His pulse beat rapidly against her lips, his eyes darkened to black, his pupils widened. She could have stayed like that forever. Just him and her.

  When he pushed down on her chin and pulled his wrist away, it was the most natural thing in the world to kiss him with his blood still fresh on her tongue, her lips.

  He licked himself off her, kissing her deep and long. He withdrew his cock to the tip then slammed back in as if to remind her he was still there. She moaned loud, wildly as he pulled back again and drove in. Faster, harder he thrust. Until finally he was hammering into her, stabbing at her until she was hovering over the border and about to pop.

  His hand curled into her hair, holding her as his lips found hers, kissing her again and again. She was so close. She was stuck. Each thrust hit her perfectly, almost pushing her over but keeping her on the border and not letting her go over.

  With a feral growl, he tore himself away from her mouth and pulled her hair to the side. “You’re going to come on my cock, mate. Or I’m going to keep fucking your pussy until you do.” His words in that rough, eager voice shoved her the last bit she needed and she convulsed, her pussy milking and clenching.

  “Yeah, that’s it baby. Feel my cock owning you. I’m going to do this every single day for the rest of your life. You belong to me now.” He pounded into her quivering pussy muscles again and again, and amazingly, his words sent her over again, sent her into a quivering, moaning mass of sensations until her hips were rocking tight and wildly against his.

  “Ahhh, that’s it,” he groaned, slamming into her so fast. “Going to come,” he warned and then he shoved in deep, the spray of his cum so hot and deep inside her. He twitched and jerked against her as he emptied himself deep into her.

  “I love you, lumara,” she whispered with a smile.

  “And I love you, mate.”

  He kissed her again, a promise of a future together.

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  ETERNAL TEMPTATION: The Kategan Alphas 4

  Coming in October 2011!

  Most people wouldn’t have noticed the change in the air. The switch from comfortable silence to sharp anger. But Darien Kategan felt it as surely as he felt the weight of the grocery bags in his arms. He didn’t have to turn around to know who had walked up behind him.

  “Thanks, Joe.”

  “See you next week, Darien.”

  Darien shouldered open the door and caught sight of his pursuers out of the corner of his eye. The bell above the door jingled brightly as the door slammed shut behind him. He headed towards his truck and wondered if he’d at least have time to set the groceries down before they got him.

  He wasn’t so lucky.

  The bell above the door shook loudly and footsteps bounded hard on the concrete behind him. The first shove at his back sent him spiraling into the back of his truck like he was trying to kiss it. He tightened his hold on his groceries and clamped his teeth together as he slowly turned around.

  “Darien fucking Kategan.”

  Darien inclined his head in a nod. “Tom.” Anger flared in the other’s eyes, white-hot and boiling.

  “Don’t use my fucking name, you piece of shit. Don’t you ever use my name. You have no right.”

  The man came closer, eyeing him up and down, assessing, as his two friends circled in closer. Darien stood up straight and hefted his groceries against his chest. He peered straight into the eyes of the man taunting him—the same eyes she’d had. A beautiful mixture of gray and blue, like God had made a special mixture just for her when she’d been born. Of course, her brother had been blessed with the same color. God was a son of a bitch like that.

  Darien saw the fist coming and didn’t move. If anything, he lifted his chin just a little to help the punch catch. The first blow was like a balm to him. The second came from his right in a fast arch that caught his cheekbone. The flare of pain was hot and quick and pushed him back against the truck.

  Deep breaths. Sweet, merciful pain. There everything was going to be fine now.

  He almost sighed it felt so good. The next blow hit his lip and the sharp biting pain reminded him of the time he’d fallen as a kid and bit down on his lip so hard it bled. Only this hurt worse, split his lip open with hot pain.

  Hit after hit assaulted him. Catching his eyes, his nose, the corner of his mouth. Then his grip on the groceries finally loosened as if he couldn’t command his fingers to hold on to it anymore. They sagged went falling to the ground.

  The blows came to his stomach down and his chest. Wonderful pain, delirious hurt bloomed across his pecks and deep into his ribs and organs. The bell above the door jingled, and he almost sighed with regret. Light footsteps bounded closer.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Tom?”

  “Giving him what he deserves.”

  “That’s a load of bull and you know it. Now get away from him. I said get back now!”

  Gentle hands wrapped around his chest and lifted him from his slouched bend against his truck. “All right I got you now, Darien. Do you want me to call the cops?” Joe the cashier was half his height and weighed about as much too. Darien wasn’t surprised when Joe’s arms started shaking while trying to keep him upright.

  With a sigh, Darien braced his feet apart and stood up straight, shaking away Joe’s thin arms. “No need to call the police, Joe. We were just taking care of some old business.”

  “Yeah, right,” Tom said. He sneered at Darien and then walked away, his friends trailing behind.

  Darien bit back his sigh and bent to retrieve his groceries. The brown bag was torn so he just started chucking his items into the bed of the truck. He crumpled the paper bag into a big ball and handed it to Joe.

  As he started for the driver’s side, Joe sputtered. “Wait, where are you going? You need a doctor. You’re bleeding. You’ve probably got cracked ribs at the least.” Humans. Joe had no idea that a few days from now, his face and this fleeting pain would be just a happy memory.

  “Would you mind throwing that away for me? Thanks, Joe. I appreciate the help. See you next week.” Darien climbed into his truck, turned the key in the ignition, and drove away.

  It took him under half an hour to find the dirt road he needed. He slowed and drove all the way up the road and into the forest. He parked the truck under a large canopy of trees and took a second to catch his breath. His chest felt like it’d had a hammer taken to it. Each breath felt like a knife was jabbed between his ribs.

  Wincing, he leaned across the seats and snatched a plastic bag from under the passenger seat. Then he hopped out of the truck and stared loading the food into it. By the time he was done a sheen of sweat covered his forehead and his breathing was labored.

  He pressed his teeth together and started into the woods. Normally the chirping of birds and the pattering feet of squirrels and deer calmed him, but today it only helped the throbbing tempo beating at his head.

  He passed through the thick layers of trees and into a small clearing with a small cabin. It was a tiny, one-bedroom cabin. About the size of his bedroom and bathroom combined back at his real house. He opened the door that he never bothered to lock and set his groceries on the table.

  The edginess that had been riding him for so long itched at him, clawing its way into him until he stomped outside and picked up the axe leaning against the cabin. He walked over to the fallen tree near the cabin and eyed the wood, looking for the perfect spots to make a cut.

  D
arien lifted the axe over his sweaty head and let it fall in a hard arch, cracking into the waiting log and splitting it half-way down the middle.

  He lifted the axe and let it fly again and again. Until sweat dampened his shirt like a rag and his hand cramped around the wooden handle. When at last the last blow fell, the entire log was cut into stacks of wood ready to burn. His stomach was burning with raw pain from the exercise, and his arms had a faint trembling to them.

  Pulling his shirt off he used it to wipe the sweat off his face. The pain in his arms was just dull enough that he could feel it every time he bent his elbow. His stomach and abs still felt wonderfully battered and his face burned swollen and hot where he’d been hit. The burn was better than any relief whiskey could ever provide him.

  Inside the cabin he tossed his dirty shirt in the bin and grabbed a bottle of water from the counter. He downed the entire bottled until it crinkled in his hand.

  He stilled, his head cocked to the side. The water bottle crinkled loudly as he set it back on the counter. There it was again. The mush of leaves and dirt...like steps.

  Darien snatched his knife off the table and silently sprinted through the trees. Hunching down against a tree, he was grateful nighttime was pouring in and darkening the forest. It’d be hell for anyone to see through, except he had fantastic night vision. With a deep breath, he let his beast out to the surface.

  More of that noise like the soft rustling of leaves but constant and with weight to it. And it was headed his way. Sprinting to the right, Darien turned left and headed north. He was going to box in whoever it was. The steps grew slower and slower, and he followed, too far back to see who it was. Though now he was certain it was a person. He wished like hell there was some wind tonight, but damn if he wasn’t an unlucky son of a bitch.

  Darien crept closer, but there was no need because suddenly he heard a curse and then a heavy thump landing on the ground. He kept his ear poised towards the sound. Had the person walking just dropped something heavy or did they just drop? There was no other sound except for the voices of insects.