“No baby, you’re doing everything right,” he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles each little kiss sending a wave of warmth through her. She bit her lip, a twinkle of something devious in her eyes as she began lowering her hand until it rested at the waist of his pants. Slowly, she unfastened them and pulled the zipper down. She moved with such deliberate slowness that he nearly cursed. He did curse when her hand dipped lower. Stroking him slowly, her mouth hovered just inches from his neck. He could feel her breath tickle his skin when she nipped him with her teeth.
“Am I doing this right?” she asked in a low, sweetly innocent voice. He swallowed hard as she continued his voice thick as he forced it through his tightening throat.
“Yes,” was all he could manage. She pushed his jeans lower, freeing him, as she continued her steady caress; his shaft becoming slick from his own wetness. To add to the torture she kissed his chest, slowly, moving her mouth down the length of him. The feel of her soft full lips just below his navel made his breath catch.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath as his body reacted by tensing. He was so hard now he was in pain, he felt as if his skin were on fire. She cupped his balls and everything in him tightened. He was going to come right there in her hands. He put one hand on her shoulder and pulled away, his breathing labored.
“Damn, you’re about to make me finish before we even start,” he mumbled. “And we can’t have that.”
He moved to lift her and she backed away shyly. Celeste had never been tiny or delicate, nor was she fat, but she was over six feet of solid muscle. Even though Eli was a big man, she knew that carrying her was not an easy task, not by a long shot. Determined, he cupped her under the buttocks and lifted her against him.
“Eli, I’m too heavy-” she began to protest, and he stopped her with a kiss.
“No, you aren’t.” He lifted her as easily as if she were a rag doll. She wrapped herself around him, her moist warmth pressing against him and the muscle in his abdomen twitched in anticipation. She dipped her hips lower until the wet slickness of her rubbed deliciously against his shaft. He moaned as she began a new stroke, using that deep warm slick center of herself instead of her hand. He could feel that hardened nub at the center of her moving against him; feel her getting wetter, her breathing coming harder as she moved slower, each stroke of her body accompanied by a whimper. She put her head on his shoulder and moaned, her body glistening with sheen of sweat as her orgasm overtook her. She held him tighter, her body pulsating against him, and his balls tightened even more. She was so hot, so sexy, and he wanted her so much he could cry from the agony of it. It took a Herculean effort for him not to thrust into her. But he couldn’t. That would hurt her, and he never wanted to cause her an ounce of pain.
He held her, even though his knees were getting weak as she came, her legs tightening around him. “Fuck,” he cursed before dropping her onto the bed. She still had her legs clasped around his waist as they tumbled onto the softest down comforter he had ever laid upon. Not wanting to crush her with his weight, he rose to his hands and knees, his pants awkwardly low on his thighs, confining his movements. He rolled to one side and kicked off one timberland boot then the other. ”You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you,” he growled. She looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.
“Really?” She breathed licking her lips and he shook his head a chuckle rumbling his chest. She was playing with him, and she was doing it on purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. And she liked it. She gave him the sexiest half smile he had even seen and purred seductively.
“You are evil.” He growled as she moved against him. She was perfection, long toned legs, the flat musculature of her stomach, the full high breasts that begged for his touch. Lowering his head, he took one breast into his mouth, his tongue continuing the delicious torture his hands had begun. She moaned and pulled him up so that her mouth was against his and pushed his pants down with her feet.
He backed away, standing so that he could quickly free himself from the remainder of his clothing as she watched. She’d seen him partially naked before but this was altogether different. She looked him up and down, taking in every single wonderful inch of him. He moved with the quiet grace and agility of a predator, like a cat. Every inch of him seemed to tense, every muscle in him rippled with a ferocious power that lay just beneath the surface. He looked at her with a hunger that made her mouth go dry. This was not a man to be trifled with, not at all. Looking at him made her wonder just what had he done for someone to bind him so completely. If he were this powerful and seductive with his abilities under lock and key, what was he like when he was unfettered? Her eyes moved over him, from the set of his powerful angular jaw, to the wide span of muscled chest, to a narrow waist and hips. The strength of his thighs was evident in every deliberate step he took closer to the bed. Her eyes fell to the part of him she had avoided looking at but had toyed with so much in the past few minutes. Under her gaze, his shaft seemed to grow harder and thicker she found it difficult to swallow, or breathe as he came closer still. She wanted him, and she could see just how badly he wanted her. “Oh man,” was all she could manage before he was on top of her, his mouth on her again.
“You are perfect,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful. I want to make love to you until the sun comes up.” He moved slowly, deliberately, down her body lowering his mouth to the warm apex of her; his tongue toying with her until she arched into him, a sound of guttural pleasure escaping her. Even though the room was decidedly cool, her body beaded with sweat. She felt as if her skin were on fire, every touch, every flick of his beautiful tongue, brought her closer and closer to the edge. When she began to descend into that abyss of pleasure again, her body shaking from the power of her orgasm, he moved and quickly slipped inside of her. She gasped in rapturous surprise at the feel of him hot and hard inside of her. Her orgasm continued and her body seemed to vibrate from the sheer joy of it. How he’d managed to be so gentle amazed her, the strength and size of a man whose touch made her writhe in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. Her body tightened around him. His ragged breath was harsh in her ear, as he held himself in check.
“Eli,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his back. He held her hips still, and tried to collect himself. She ran her hand over his head; the feel of her fingers moving through his low cut curls seemed to drive him over the edge. He wanted to move, to push deeper into her, but he held steady, waiting. She began to move slowly, her body writhing against his, until he could no longer breathe.
“Slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed her softly, and she could taste the sweat beading on his top lip.
“I’m a big girl, I can take it,” she whispered before catching his earlobe between her teeth. She smiled slyly and shifted her hips once more taking, him deeper into her. She was so warm and welcoming, her body tightening around him as if she were meant for only him. Placing her hands on his hips, she pulled him into her to the hilt. He moaned, his resolve melting; he joined her, his body moving with hers causing a delicious friction until soft moans escaped her. Her arms and legs tightened around him as she moved with a new ferocity. He buried his face in her neck, his mouth on her bare skin, nearing his own breaking point.
He moved back to sit on his haunches, gathering her into his arms, until she sat astride him. She sucked in sharply as she settled onto him, her chest rising and falling as he held her to him. He looked into her eyes, as he rocked her slowly against him. Running one hand down the center of her until he found that heat at her center and gently stroked, she grasped his shoulders as her body went into sensory overload. Every muscle, every nerve every molecule of her sang with unimaginable joy. Before she could stop herself, she felt the teeth, those fucking teeth. She’d been able to hide them before, in his bedroom, by clenching her lips shut and hiding her face. But now, now he would see what she was and he would leave. Tears began streaming down her cheeks a
s his tongue teased one breast, then the other.
“Am I hurting you?” He breathed near her ear, holding on to the last threads on restraint, his eyes glowing in the darkness, his skin hot under her touch. She groaned as he shifted slightly, filling her completely. “Are you- Is this-?” He panted.
“No, you aren’t hurting me. No.” She held his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue playfully teasing his. She nipped his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but he didn’t seem to feel it. “No, don’t stop. It’s just- don’t stop.” She whispered, as she moved over him with a new fervor and he lost all semblance of control. He moved in and out of her in smooth fluid motions. She could feel him stretch and grow inside of her and it was a pleasure she’d never experienced before. Her body moved with him as if they were born to fit together. She matched him thrust for thrust, her body slick and smooth, her nails digging into his back and shoulders. She cooed words of encouragement that made him hotter than he’d ever been before.
“You’re so wet, so warm. I want you so much. So much,” he breathed against her throat.
“Oh God,” she choked and he quickened his pace, his body moving roughly, his mouth covering hers, his tongue deep in her mouth. She tasted the nectar on his tongue, the strength of him inside of her; every sense seemed to be on fire and filled with him. They were one, moving in unison, he was buried so deeply inside of her, he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
She tasted the skin of his collarbone; finally, her teeth dug in, he tasted of something she had never experienced before. There was sweetness, purity, something old, ancient and very powerful in him, and she was gone. Her hips moved in slow pulsating circles, her body melting around him as the warm ache she’d felt before seemed to fill her entire body and multiply as she cursed him and his ancestors in French. She clung to him as her body was overcome with the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. She came hard; her body shuddered violently, as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy rolled over her. She made a noise that she couldn’t believe was actually coming from her. It was a deep guttural almost primal growl as she dissolved into unfathomable ecstasy.
His voice was a ragged raspy curse whispered into her hair. He held her head in place, his fingers in her hair, he rode his own wave of joy, his mouth on her neck. He had the sudden urge to bite her. The feel of her mouth on him, those teeth in his skin, as she sucked, he lost complete control of himself, and he buried his face in the curve of her neck, and grunted something incoherent. He wanted to stay just where he was, he wanted to live with her body connected to his at all times.
She stared at him in amazement as his body transformed into something darkly beautiful. His skin was the color of onyx, and shone like polished marble. She watched as deep blue tribal symbols etched themselves into his upper arms as if being drawn by an unseen hand. They moved fluidly from his shoulders, down his arms until they circled his wrists. She stared in awe as they flamed vibrant neon blue that matched his glowing eyes, which had lost all semblance of human. They were large and bright with no pupil, no whites, just an endless cerulean sea that bore into her. He was even more beautiful and it brought tears to her eyes. She touched the birthmark on his chest that now shone a pure white. Again, she felt her body slipping into throes of ecstasy, her thoughts clouding, somewhere far off; she thought she heard Eli follow her into the pink cloud of bliss that surrounded her.
He held her, his breathing rough and his heart racing. They lay in a sweat soaked heap, Eli on top her of his body twitched every now and then from the aftershock before he lay completely still. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of his weight on her, and waited until his skin and eyes returned to something closer to human. She exhaled, her pulse racing as she realized what she had done. He was the one they had been searching for, the myth, the fallen one, and she had just signed his death warrant.
“Son of a bitch!” she thought. She had just fucked them both.
***
Finally, he rolled onto his side, collecting her in his arms as their breathing returned to normal. She rolled in his arms so that she faced him, resting her head on his shoulder. She looked at him with a tight smile. His eyes still glowed bright in the darkness of the room, but the fangs were gone. So were the blue etchings and onyx skin. After a few minutes, her eyes drifted closed, so she didn’t feel him getting up. He went into the bathroom. When she felt the soft warmth of a towel between her thighs, she flinched slightly. Opening her eyes, she looked down to find Eli cleaning her. The warmth of the towel felt wonderful on her skin; he was so gentle, carefully touching her. No one had ever cared about after; she had always been made to clean herself if at all, and here he was taking the time for her. She made a tiny noise of embarrassment and he looked up at her, concerned.
“Was I too rough?” he asked. She touched his lips with the tips of her fingers and gave him a small satisfied smile. He held them to his mouth, kissing each fingertip softly.
“No, it was perfect,” she whispered.
He returned to the bathroom; she could hear the water running and a curse as he knocked something over, and found herself smiling. It felt good with him here, even if he was destroying her bathroom. After a minute, he returned, coming to lie beside her, pulling the covers up around them. Immediately she rolled toward him, resting her head in the crook of his arm. She dropped a kiss on his bare chest.
“I guess your tongue isn’t the only talented body part you have, Detective.”
He tilted his head to one side, staring at her curiously before kissing the tip of her nose. There was something different about her, he thought, something special but he couldn’t remember what it was. He should, but he seemed to be immersed in a pink fog. There was something that he should be aware of about her, something wrong but he’d forgotten what it was.
He held her tighter, kissing the top of her head, his hands on the curve at the small of her back. She lay there stroking the soft springy hair on his chest, her eyes closed. Finally, she exhaled, her body feeling scrumptiously boneless and the teeth retracted. She stretched against him and he playfully ran his fingers up and down her thigh, until she felt him, hard against her lower stomach. Her whole body tingled at his touch. She sat up, gently coaxing him to lie on his back.
“What are you doing?” He chuckled.
“The sun isn’t up yet. I’d say you still have a few hours. Do you want to- again?” She straddled his hips, her eyes on his face. He cupped her ass, holding her as he positioned himself beneath her.
“For future reference, you never have to ask that question again.” He chuckled.
***
He hovered above the skylight looking down as Celeste lay in the tangle of Eli’s arms. He moved lower, setting down light on the roof. She looked so happy, so contented. It had been a long time since he’d seen her that happy. Nicky walked around the perimeter of the skylight, his hands deep in the pockets of his pants. They would be looking for him soon, the creature and the others. So would the Collective and the Dark Fae. He was changing he knew. That was why he’d left the safe house Briar had put him in. He didn’t want to risk that he would change into something- worse. Worse than the blood sucker he thought he’d become once he’d awaken from that casket. More than the walking dead.
He could hear the whispers from the others in his head, calling to him. Calling for him to do things he never wanted to do, be what he never wanted to be. As he watched his friend now, his very best friend, he could feel himself becoming angrier. It wasn’t his anger, it was their anger. They were speaking to him, calling him to kill her.
“Destroy the Caelestis before it is too late for us,” they called. “Before he becomes who he was.” Nicky pulled his hands from his pockets and stared at the sharp bird like talons that had taken shape. His skin was a slick yellow green and he was sprouting a dusting of baby fine black and yellow feathers. What was he becoming? He wondered. What sort of monster had he been turned into? What was left of his shining platinum
hair was greasy and lay flat against his head. His once vibrant eyes were sunken into dark hallows in his skull. He was not the beautiful Nicky Sky that the world had known. He wasn’t even the romantic tortured vampire he believed he’d become upon his awakening. No, he thought as he rose slowly into the depths of the night sky, he had become an abomination, just like the others, and he needed to leave before he did something that could never be undone.
ELEVEN
She had just dozed off when the insistent buzz of her intercom began. Moaning, she rolled out of the bed and searched the room for something to wear. She blindly grabbed his Superman t-shirt, pulled it over her head and stumbling over one of Eli’s shoes, made her way downstairs to the intercom.
“What?!” She yelled.
“Open the fucking door!” Remy bellowed at her. Rolling her eyes she looked at the wall clock mounted over her stove.
“Remy it’s two in the morning. I thought you were playing with Jinxie.”
“We’re done playing. Open the fucking door,” he yelled.
“No. Go home.” She hit the do not disturb button on her intercom and returned to bed. As she snuggled in closer, Eli wrapped his arms around her, kissing the corner of her mouth. He groaned and sat up.
“What are you wearing?” he asked sleepily. “You should be naked, woman.” She giggled as he ran his hands under the shirt, lifting it over her head. He sat with his back against the headboard looking down at her. “The sun isn’t up yet,” he mumbled. She climbed astride him, her knees resting snugly on either side of his hips. He kissed her, his hands caressing the full roundness of her butt.
“You have the best ass,” he mumbled against her lips. She laughed.
“Is that all?”
“Not at all. Your breasts are perfection.” He placed his hands over her exposed breasts. “But this,” he kissed her collarbone. “This is my favorite spot.” He ran a string of tiny kisses from one shoulder to the other. His mouth was against her neck, teasing and tasting her; she sighed and felt his lips curve into a smile. She leaned against him; when the door was thrown open so hard it bounced against the wall. At the same instant, the lights came on. Eli rolled tossing Celeste onto the bed before he stood.
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