by C. L. Quinn
The nagging pain in her side brought her eyes back to the inviting bubbling water, and while it was compelling, she couldn’t take her clothes off around Will. That would be only slightly less dangerous than giving him a blood draw.
“I’m fine.”
“Stubborn, is what you are. Okay, whatever you want. I, however, am going in. I imagine that my friends have told you I’ve suffered from my recent bondings.”
Olivia’s eyes moved from Will’s face to his body and back up. Muscles bunched in his arms as he flexed his hands, his torso presenting the defined abdominals, but he was slimmer than the last time she’d seen his body without clothes. “Yes, and I can see that they are right. You’re too slender now. Your face is almost gaunt.”
“I realize that. This pool is energized by an infusion of healing minerals as well as the power of the crystals. Its purpose is to heal and that is exactly what I need, so forgive me, but I am going in.”
“Huh.” Olivia’s eyes moved over his body again, lingering below the beltline. “Naked?”
Will’s eyebrows lifted. “Naked. You have a problem with that?”
Oh, fuck yes, I have a problem with it!
“No. I’ve seen your equipment already.”
His eyes on hers, he snapped the top of his jeans, hooked his thumbs around the edge of the waistband and tugged them over his hips, lower, over a cock that popped free, growing erect, as her eyes stayed on it. The pants on the ground now, he stepped out of them and recaptured her gaze.
“Olivia, join me. It’s safe.”
She watched him step into the water and wade deeper until the delicious cock bobbed at the surface before it was submerged as he went deep enough to begin to swim across to the opposite side just below the trickling water.
Lifting her eyes back to his face, she wasn’t surprised to see a wide grin.
“Still thirsty? Come on in, the water coming down the wall is cool and pristine. I can’t bring it to you.”
Cool water on her parched throat was the least inviting thing in that pool. Could she undress and get in with Will without fucking him? Unlikely.
“Not now. Maybe later, after you’re finished.”
The humorous expression on his face changed. He lingered against the wall for a few moments longer before he suddenly surged across the pool and out, the water splattering as he shook his hair. Unexpectedly, he lifted Olivia off her feet and carried her with him into the water, still dressed, still wearing her boots and dropped her into the middle of the pool at its deepest point.
Sputtering, treading water, the boots tugging at her feet, Olivia surfaced, shoving soaked strands back over her head, fire in her eyes. “What the fuck, Biker?”
“You want me. Even I can tell that’s why you didn’t want to get into the pool with me. Get over it, take your fucking clothes off, and come over here to let the water heal you.”
“You motherfucking…you think you’re irresistible? Hardly asshole! Dick! Jerk!”
“Wow, all the classics. Call me whatever you want, just get over here, relax, and heal.”
Still treading water in the center of the pool, Olivia admitted she needed this, admitted he was right, but she was still pissed at him for forcing her into the water. Since she was already in and her clothes were now soaked, she might as well see if the water really was so magical.
She wouldn’t make it easier for him either, though.
Swimming back to edge, she lifted herself from the pool, dripping from every square inch, and pulled her boots off. Watch me now, she thought, see how it affects you.
Locking her eyes on Will, Olivia pulled her sodden shirt over her head. The thin lace bra she wore held her breasts high, and when she released the snap and let it fall to land on her discarded shirt, full breasts, nipples taut, stayed in place. She smiled when she saw Will’s eyes on them, and his hand drop beneath the waterline. Good, motherfucker, suffer.
Her jeans came off next, exactly as Will had removed his, slowly, revealing herself to him, her legs spread apart slightly as they fell to the ground. She turned away from him to pull them over her feet, her rounded bum on display as he stared.
Will couldn’t look away; he wanted her more now than ever. Together in this setting, an intimate hot springs that smelled like gardenias, he had no doubt, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from a woman he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the first moment he saw her.
“Is this what you want?” she chided as she reentered the pool and swam over to where he leaned against the edge, his hands still below the water.
Buoyancy let her breasts stay in sight as she treaded water in front of him. Yes, it’s what he wanted, and so much more…
But he said, “It’s what we need. Come, get comfortable over here. The stone wall is warm and will aid in your healing. Olivia, relax and let your body rest.”
Shooting daggers at Will with her eyes, Olivia did as he requested and, only two feet from him, settled in, her back up against the wall which did feel amazingly warm and healing. After closing her eyes, she let her mind drift to the ever-repeating image of that first time when he walked toward her dripping sparkling drops off his hair, his arms, his cock, just like tonight. Keeping her eyes closed was good, wise, she had to do it. Otherwise…no, there would be no otherwise. Brigitte. Keep seeing her sweet happy face when she looks at this man. He is not yours, he will never be yours.
I could devour him.
Olivia opened her eyes but kept them raised to the crystals that lined the ceiling. Unbelievably beautiful, more so than those in the cave above. Gently floating, relaxed more than she’d been in a long time, the water caressing her, she let a sensuous sigh slip out.
Beside Olivia, feeling much better, the water having already rejuvenated his flagging strength, Will felt a primal tug in his loins when Olivia sighed in pleasure.
He opened his eyes and turned to her. Her head back, still damp, the globes of her wet breasts bobbing on the surface of the water, her lips curled up, happy, Olivia was healing too. Will didn’t know a lot in this world with so much that was unknowable, but this, what he had to do, he knew.
The water held his big body afloat as he moved around in front of Olivia. His hands moved down to curve around her waist, the fingers of his left hand sliding along the injury. Damn, the slash was nearly closed and well on its way to healed.
Vampire healing and earth magic in tandem, anything was possible, including a rare fourth generation vampire accepting a night of depraved sexual fantasy with a mere human male. Right?
Fuck, he didn’t need permission. Unless she made it clear she had no interest in him, he was going to fuck her until she saw the stars.
Olivia opened her eyes when she felt hot fingers curl around her waist, and had to quash a moan.
“Will?” His name came out in a whisper, she had no doubt why he had touched her. When she looked into his eyes, filled with need, no other words followed.
Lifting her hands to his hair, fingers tight in the strands, she pulled him to her, perhaps too brutally, and his mouth sought hers as hungrily as she sought his.
Tongues warred, twisting, her hands pressing him into her, harder, seeking him. She wanted to feel him, to taste him, to crawl inside him. Their mouths sealed against each other, she plastered her body to his. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her legs lifted to wrap around his waist, and there, cradled between them, his hard cock grazed her between her legs. Heat built and she pulled away from the kiss enough to speak.
“Fuck…me…now.” Breathless, she made it clear what she wanted, and Will, given the permission he had thought he’d never have, moved to make room to lift her legs to his shoulders to kiss her there, the beautiful slit, shining with her moisture, the tongue that had been in her mouth now inside her, the same deep seeking, the same licking at the place begging, begging, needing…
While it was incredible to feel Will’s lips on her, nipping that most sensitive organ, twisting it around his tongue, his hands cu
rved around her bum, sliding along the contours as his tongue laved her, it wasn’t what her body craved. He felt it before she could ask and moved backward yet again to lower her legs so she could bring them to his waist again. Will lifted his cock, his fingers scoring his own weeping slit and fed it into hers, the thickness growing wider as he pushed inside, hard, too hard? No!
He began the ancient strokes that brought pleasure to man and woman, in, out, in, out, in, hold, feel her, let her feel you, out…forced an orgasmic reaction that often meant a claim for eternity.
What neither noticed, neither realized, was that the universe marked the moment too, sprinkling scattered lightning flashes all around the already sparkling cave. All Olivia saw was Will, his handsome face, so near her, his eyes soft, focused only on hers, and when he began to ascend to orgasm, pleasure enough for both, as their orgasms arrived seconds apart, hers driven by his, and he emptied himself into her, pumped, pumped, until he collapsed into her, his breathing hard, arms tangled around her.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he whispered seconds later. “I’m afraid you’ll disappear like my dreams.”
What? “Your dreams? You dream of me?”
He groaned. “When do I not?”
He dreamt of her. Whatever he had with Brigitte couldn’t be as deep as she’d thought, not if it was Olivia in his mind and dreams. Then again, she could just be hoping that was what he meant. Gods, this destiny thing was a bitch!
Still, whatever the truth was, for this moment in time, this irreplaceable moment, he was here, in her arms, his spent cock nestled inside her.
If he’d had feelings for her since that first night, anything even approaching what she felt for him, then this moment had to come.
“We were inevitable,” she whispered.
Moving back from where he’d buried his head beneath her hair, Will slipped his hands around her face. “Were we? I can’t read this destiny thing you vampires believe in. I have no idea what it wants of me or plans for me or expects of me. Unless it is…”
The abrupt stop brought Olivia back against the ledge, her eyes searching Will’s. “Unless?”
“Unless it’s just this earth thing. That, I understand. Maybe that’s the destiny I’m made for. Nothing more.”
“Will, it is apparent that this tie to the living world is your path. Other trails you might travel may not be destined, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other beautiful things waiting in your life. I know of a young vampire who would agree.”
Nodding, Will let himself float another twelve inches away from Olivia, the vision of her elegant arms stretched along the rock ledge, lifting full breasts above the waterline enough for the nipples to perch on the surface, her face glowing, he thought he might be falling in love with her all over again.
In love? Was he? Was it real or just the culmination of finally being with the woman who had haunted his dreams for so long? What about Brigitte? The relationship he shared with her was real. He couldn’t deny that they’d been building something over the past year. The great companionship and amazing sex had been satisfying.
Gods in the heavens, where did this go from here? He had just been inside Olivia, and all he wanted was to crawl inside again. He watched her and when she smiled suddenly, it lit up this already magical cavern.
“Will, don’t let what we just did torture you. Life takes turns, takes its time, leads us astray, leads us where we need to be, and leads us home. In other words, relax, it will all work out in the end. Whatever the universe has planned, however destiny sets us on our path, it is all okay. I know you have a lot going on now, and I won’t be something that makes it harder.”
Olivia moved closer to wrap her hands around his waist. “Making love wasn’t wrong. We have an attraction to each other, we’re here in this magic-filled place in a warm pool and naked. Honestly, what else was going to happen? There is nothing to feel guilty about. I mean, you and Brigitte aren’t exclusive, right?” There was one more word she had to say but it stuck in her throat. Finally, she let it come. “Yet?”
“I can’t define our relationship, Olivia. I respect Brigitte, we’ve had a lot of fun together. We’re connected, of course, but is there a future for us? I don’t even know how she really feels. You guys are immortal, I’m not, so I don’t have a clue what you need.”
“The same thing everyone does. Look, let’s just work on getting out of here. You were right. I’m already healed. And Will, you have undergone a transformation. Can you feel it?”
He lifted his arms, filled out again now, his chest fuller.
“I feel strong again. For the past few weeks, I’ve felt drained, like I could barely hold onto my bike. I haven’t missed the fact that my clothes have fit looser and my appetite’s been weak. Yeah, I feel incredible.”
“You look it. So, let’s get out of this heavenly pool and get our clothes on, because, Biker, if you’re looking for truth, here’s some. Little has changed since I first saw this body naked coming out of the muddy pool in Arizona, and what we just did, as perfect as it was, barely touched the surface of my desire. But once will have to do, so get dressed while I linger in here and let me know when you’re covered.”
Will stared at this supernaturally radiant woman floating in front of him who had just admitted how badly she’d wanted him and still did. With a comment like that, if he’d been fully free, he would have pulled her from the water and pounded into her on the more stable surface of sand on the floor of this cave. Could he admit the same to her? That his need to be inside her wasn’t even marginally satisfied. Brigitte’s smiling face filled his mind and he lowered his gaze to the sparkling water.
No. He wasn’t fully free. Best to agree with Olivia’s statement and leave her to continue healing while he pulled his clothes on. There would be time later to find out exactly where they would end up from here. Will pushed out of the pool.
Soaked, he shook his hair, squeezed the excess water out with his fingers and reached for his jeans. He’d told himself to keep his eyes averted, but they slid to Olivia anyway, and collided with hers. She leaned against the ledge again, watching him.
“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself. Gods…” she moaned. “If I ask you to come back in, will you?”
“No.” The word came out strangled, the struggle to decide what to do ended. “You, come here.”
He didn’t move, barely breathed, when Olivia smiled and swam forward, her arms graceful in the water until she reached the center and stood to walk out. She lifted her hands to capture her hair as the water sluiced over her shoulders from the sodden strands and curled down full raised breasts to drip from her nipples. Will didn’t miss a drop. He reached out to snag his fone from where it lay on top of his discarded pants and held it up to capture Olivia at this perfect moment.
“I hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t let this image fade away.”
The water sliding lower and lower as she moved from the pool, it revealed her curved waistline and belly button before she rose from it enough to show dark hair around the V between her legs. No, once could never be enough.
“Biker,” Olivia whispered, standing inches from him, her breasts touching his chest.
“Vampire,” he answered, his refilled cock pressing against her, ready once more.
Will had been standing, then he wasn’t, with no recall when he had gotten there, but he knew how he had. Now lying on the sandy floor, Olivia straddled him, and he was buried deep inside her. She did not move.
Leaning over him, she pushed his hair away from his neck. “May I drink?”
He remembered how sensual it was to feed Brigitte. To feed Olivia, to be inside her while she fed, he couldn’t have refused it to save the world again.
A simple nod had to do, he couldn’t speak since Olivia was already licking him along his neck, grazing sharp lines on his skin, but she hadn’t broken the skin yet. Her hands moved into his hair and dug into his scalp, and simultaneously, she bit into him and raised to stab herself
with his cock, feeding him into her core, and feeding his blood into her mouth. Heat soared into Will’s mind and body and his hands went to her buttocks, holding her close, pulling her closer, grinding into her as she sucked.
Feeding Brigitte had been sexy, but this, this with Olivia, he felt like he was on the edge of an orgasm the entire time, his skin and cock on fire. Somewhere deep inside of him he knew, he had no doubt, he belonged to her. If he had ever been searching for his destiny, she was it, she was where he had always been meant to be. He could live inside her!
The transfer of blood from his body to hers fed every nerve ending in their bodies, every sensation heightened beyond belief. When Olivia finally finished drawing the life-giving blood from Will, it felt almost as orgasmic as what his cock was doing inside her.
Lifting away after sealing the wounds, Olivia rode Will, hard, fast, in, out, in, out, her thighs moving on his, her breasts touching his chest when she lowered herself to lick his lips just before ecstasy drove them both to a unified orgasm, Will holding her tight to his loins as he pumped into her, her fingers locked into his chest. Her moan mingled with his groan as the lights scattered through the cave again, this time bouncing off the diamond-coated walls and ceiling to flash radiantly throughout the space.
Spent, exhausted, Olivia collapsed to the ground beside Will and neither moved or spoke. Minutes passed, and although at one point, she started to move, it was all she could do, and she let herself lie still again.
Never, in all the centuries of sex, had she been this drained, this satiated, this turned on. Will was it, the mate she’d been waiting for. The connection they’d shared just now was beyond any normal sexual connection. It was as if the universe had built him for her.
But was it the time to tell him? Finally able to move, she rolled her head to look at him. Had he felt it?
A smile curled her lips. Yes, he had. Would he know what it meant? Maybe.
Olivia rolled onto her side to look at Will, and slid her finger over his lips.