by Maya Daniels
It takes a lot of blinking to bring his face into focus and for my brain to catch up with what he says. My stubborn side rears its ugly head at him implying that I’m afraid of him. Stupid arrogant males assuming they have anything to do with the way females react. I’m not scared of Zoltan or anyone else. I’m scared of myself because I’m stupid enough to let him inside my heart. You already did. Yup the snide voice is back, gloating at the sweaty mess I am right now.
“Just relax, please.” Zoltan’s lips press against my forehead and on the tip of my nose before moving from one eyelid to the other. “I’m not asking for anything from you. Just let me take care of you.”
“I’m not scared of you.” I finally find my voice but it sounds faint. “And I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” Wiggling to get down only makes his hip press closer between my legs so I stop.
“I didn’t say you need it.” My world tilts upside down when he kisses the life out of me. “I need it,” he murmurs after leaning back a little bit.
Stunned and stupefied because he turns my brain to mush with the kiss, I let him pull me to my feet. My body slides down his firm chest before my feet find the cold tiles. With one hand gripping my arm to hold me steady, he turns around and yanks the shower door open, leaning in to fiddle with the taps. I jump out of my skin when the water gushes out of the showerhead, the glass fogging up fast from the steam.
This is all surreal to me. Yes, I’ve wanted Zoltan from the moment I set my eyes on him. But unless you are dead there is no way for anyone to stay indifferent to the vampire. His body and chiseled features aside, just his personality and the way he carries himself can melt your bones like butter. He is a male that knows what he wants and won’t let anything stand in his way. So why am I here? A conquest? A curiosity? A notch on the post?
A pawn in a power play, the stupid voice chimes in.
Curling his fingers under the silk on my shoulders, he pulls the dress over my chest and down my hips. I stand frozen as I watch this powerful male kneel at my feet, and my chest tightens when he lifts his face to give me a boyish smile. My fingers tighten on my thighs, digging in the skin so he doesn’t see them trembling. Hooking his thumbs on the sides of my panties, he drags them over my hips and down my legs slowly, his eyes following the path. Goosebumps erupt all over me just from his gaze on me. Heat builds in my lower belly as I stare at the top of his head.
I’m left with my jaw hanging unhinged when he springs up and peels his own tattered clothing off. Zoltan dressed will leave you drooling. Zoltan naked will leave you a blubbering mess with your tongue hanging out like a Neanderthal.
Like me right now.
Taking my hand, he leads me to the shower and I follow without protest, unable to stop ogling every dip and bump when his muscles bunch up with each movement. Stuttering slightly when the spray of water hits me in the face, I’m glad it actually snaps me out of it. What’s worse is Zoltan has that smirk back because he knows exactly what I am doing. Or what he is doing to me … whatever the case may be.
Turning me around so the spray of water is pummeling my back, I stiffen when he reaches for me. I expect him to push me against the wall and pounce on me with no warning. His hand comes back with a bottle of shampoo and my face turns all shades of red. Way to go, Franky. Just because you are deprived doesn’t mean he is.
I swallow thickly.
“Lean your head back.” He tilts my face up and I close my eyes when the water soaks my hair, the weight of it tugging on my neck.
Zoltan’s fingers glide through my wet hair, working up a lather. I sigh despite myself. It feels too good for my sake. Having my eyes closed with him standing close enough that his chest is brushing against mine and the tip of his cock keeps bumping my lower belly is much worse. My brain makes up all sorts of things I want to be doing right now.
“Turn around.” Zoltan grumbles low in his throat, his voice deepening with a husky rasp.
“Bossy much?” I murmur under my breath, huffing like I’m put out by doing what he asks.
“A lot actually.” He snickers and I find myself smiling like an idiot a second before I groan.
His large hands press on my shoulders, his strong fingers working out the knots between my shoulder blades. My chin hits my chest, my head hanging limply while another louder moan comes from my lips. I should stop making sounds, but it feels so good that not even being embarrassed or self-conscious can stop me. He works his way down my back then does the same with each leg, turning me into a quivering mess.
I almost protest stupidly when he spins us around to take my place, but when I blink the water out of my eyes to see him washing all the blood and grime still sticking to his skin hastily, I press my lips together. My thighs slide against each other and it has nothing to do with being in the shower. My eyes trace the tightening and stretching of the muscles on his back while he rubs his hair with deft fingers to remove the lingering shampoo on it. He turns so fast I take a step back when his smoldering gaze locks on mine.
“Oh, look. We are clean,” I blurt out with a squeak. I want to slap my forehead at how dumb that sounded. “I mean we are done so we can go …”
He shuts me up by crushing my mouth with his.
The moment his skin touches mine, I forget my own name and everything else that is about to come out of my mouth. Zoltan’s tongue coerces me to open for him, and I grip his shoulder when he swirls it over the roof of my mouth. Fierce need has me yanking on his shoulders to bring him closer, but he stays unmoving and takes his time exploring with his lips and hands. The callouses on his fingers scrape over the skin on my arms and back, sending a delicious shiver through me.
Gathering me in his arms, he pulls me tight to his chest. I don’t need any more encouragement than that. My legs lift to wrap around his narrow waist, pressing his thick erection between us. Zoltan groans, the vibration of it turning my nipples to pinpricks stabbing him in the chest. He leaves my mouth with a nip on my lower lip and starts kissing a burning path down my neck and collar bone. My fingers tangle in his hair and tug him further down where I want his mouth to be. Not even the arrogant male chuckle coming from him stops me from yanking on the strands. He started this, so he better be able to finish it.
Before I burst into flames or start begging.
My back arches off the wall and I cry out when he sucks one nipple in his mouth, the tips of his fangs scraping on it. Zoltan look up at me, his lips tilted at the corners as if noting my every reaction and gasp while his tongue is lashing the stiff peek. I claw at his shoulders, gyrating my hips in hopes he will accidently slide inside me if I just move a bit more. One hand grabs my ass cheek, tightening painfully to stop my writhing. Moving his head, he gives my other breast the same attention, somehow keeping me immobile while moaning pitifully.
“You are a cruel male.” My gasp ends with a sigh.
“Is this what you want, Ms. Drake.” He stretches his body, letting the tip of his cock graze my entrance. I dig my nails into the skin on his back, scratching and clawing for calling me that right now.
Zoltan grins but his eyes tell another story.
He is suffering from prolonging this is much as I am. Good. He deserves it.
“Zoltan.” The threat in my voice only makes his blue orbs burn brighter in his half-lidded gaze.
We both moan low and long when he slides inside me one painfully slow inch at a time. I think I’m going to go insane by the time his hips connect to mine, but I feel so full with him in me that all I can do is cling to his shoulders. He doesn’t move but kisses me leisurely, taking his sweet ass time. I’m desperate and I’ll beg if I need to.
He pulls back just as slow, not releasing my mouth. With measured, controlled pumps of his hips, Zoltan takes me to the edge of the cliff only to pull me back again and again. My skin feels tighter with each thrust of his shaft bumping the mouth of my womb. Like we have an eternity to stay in this shower, he holds off my release as well as his own. From a distance, I hear m
yself begging him to put me out of my misery or just kill me now. Whichever comes first I don’t care.
“Drink,” he growls through clenched teeth, and it takes me a moment to see him pressing the column of his neck to my mouth.
My heart skips a beat before jackhammering my chest.
“Drink, Francesca.” His hips slam into me with a punishing tempo, a lot faster now.
“I don’t need it.” I gasp out breathlessly, hanging by a thin thread to sanity.
“Drink.” I can hear the stubborn tone in his deep voice and my fangs throb in my gums.
Throwing caution to the wind, I sink them in the skin of his neck, the potent blood adding to the explosion building inside me. It goes up a notch but is still just out of my reach. That’s when I feel Zoltan’s fangs sliding into my neck. His growl sounds feral when my blood gushes inside his mouth. Lights burst behind my closed eyelids. I convulse in his arms, my channel tightening around his shaft and sucking him in like I never want him out of my body. Zoltan swells inside me before hot spurs blanket my insides. He pumps his hips frantically, his fingers bruising my thighs. It feels like forever until I come down from the high of the orgasm and go limp in his arms.
Tears gather at the corners of my eyes when I realize what he did. I blink them away just as he slides his fangs out of my neck and I do the same. His tongue swirls gently over the punctures while I’m turning into mess inside. Drinking from each other is what mates do when having sex. He can never be my mate, but he gave me this. A lump forms in my throat. Stupid vampire. I feel the wall I’ve built around my heart crack open and I want to scream my rage at him.
Zoltan tightens his arms around me, sighing contently with his cock still hard inside my body. I just had the best sex in my life and I want him again. Just as I thought. I’ll never be able to have enough of him. I knew this was a bad idea. Regardless of that, I hug him close.
“We should go,” I mumble after a long time.
“No take backs.” He doesn’t pull out of me, still keeping me pinned to the tiles. The now-cold water splashes both of us.
“What?” He can’t possibly expect me to understand what he is saying right now.
“You and me.” He searches my eyes with determination set in his jaw. “No take backs.”
“’There is no you and me, Zoltan.” I cup his face while fighting the tears that want to come. “You are a pure blood, or did you forget?”
“There is a you and me, and I know very well what I am.” One side of his mouth kicks up to reveal the tip of a fang poking from under it. “And I know what you are, too.”
“A dragon blood.” My mouth twists in a grimace. “Like Soren.”
“But Soren is not the same kind of Fae you are, is he?”
“Why are we having this conversation with your cock still inside me?” The magic jumps up at Zoltan’s words and alarms blare in my head.
“Because you can’t run away when I have you wrapped around me.” Zoltan sounds like it’s a very logical explanation.
I gape at him.
“Fine, I’ll bite.” My channel pulses, involuntarily tightening around him. He groans deep in his chest. “What Fae are we talking about?”
“You told me yourself you are from the Courtless Fae.”
“I don’t get your point.”
“Rules do not apply to you, Francesca. You and Soren share the lineage of being dragon blood, yes.” He peppers kisses over my face. “But you are more. I don’t think anyone has come across a bloodline like yours.” All humor leaves his face when he looks at me again. “That’s why Roberti will go to any lengths to get his hands on you. He believes that not only will your blood help free the Titans, but he thinks it can control them too.”
“Nothing can control Titians.” My blood turns to ice.
“We don’t know.” With that, he pulls out of me and leads me out of the shower.
My mind is swirling so much it’s making me dizzy. I know nothing about Courtless Fae, or anything else for that matter. If what Zoltan is saying is true, tonight was just a small setback for Roberti. Next time he will come prepared, and I’m not sure I’ll get out of it so easy. I don’t even want to think what he will do if he gets me like he did Zoltan. I’m not even aware that the Vampire has dressed me or that we’ve left his apartment. Still holding my hand tightly, and with the book in his other hand, Zoltan leads me inside the portal.
And right into chaos.
To be continued …
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Hello rebels,
How about that, huh? I still have goosebumps from writing this one. If you enjoyed reading it half as much as I did writing it, I’m over the moon. I keep going back to the part where Zoltan attacked Franky. Do you think it’s possible to care about someone that much that you’ll allow them to kill you? Emotionally we’ve all had one of those that will hurt us enough to feel like they’ve killed a part of who we are. But physically? If I was Francesca, I would’ve knocked his ass out LoL I have to agree with Myst on that one. And what do you know. Our mysterious girl Myst is getting her own series. Wanna have a wild guess which male will test her patience? Secret Origins is up for pre-order so check it out. Join my NL to keep up to date on new releases, giveaways or other goodies.
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I can’t wait for you to see what happens in Initiated. If things were intense here, you’ll be surprised what an old order with their set ways is capable of doing just so they don’t change. Or lose the power they have over everyone. As for Franky, our girl is neck deep in doubts and fear or being hurt. I wonder if Zoltan can change her mind on the way she looks at relationships. I wouldn’t mind letting him try. As Myst says, he is a hunk. Until next time rebels.
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Maya xxx
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