Catching an Evil Tail

by Mary Abshire

  "Go," Drake said. He wrapped his cool arms around me, then pulled me to his chest.

  Exhausted, I rested my head on his shoulder.

  "You're safe now." He kissed my head.

  Clutching Drake's shirt, I closed my eyes. If this was a dream, I wanted it to last forever.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Warm water washed away the bubbles along with the underlying dirt and sweat from my body. I stood with my hands pressed against the tile in the shower, relaxing as Drake rubbed a soft sponge over my back. He was taking his time, caressing my skin and cleansing me. I was enjoying every second. The sweet scent of lime from the body wash he'd lathered onto my skin drifted in the air. I tilted my head back and the spray soaked my hair while streams of water rolled down the front of me. Drake's cool hand slid down my spine, spawning tingles of desire within me. I wanted him. Badly. I yearned for him to be inside me, but I held back my longings. Sex would have to wait. Every part of my body ached and I doubted my weak legs would support me for much longer.

  My stomach grumbled, yelling at me for food.

  "You should eat and rest." Drake slid his hand over my shoulders.

  I twisted the faucet knob and the flow of water stopped. When I faced Drake, my gaze instantly dropped to his large erection. His excitement to see me was evident. A wide smile formed on my face.

  "Rest sounds good." And my version of rest didn't involve sleep. I was sure he'd catch on.

  Drake stepped out of the shower. His wet feet threw water over the floor. He snatched the white robe hanging on the hook, then held open it for me. His gentlemanly qualities always warmed my heart. After I slipped on the robe, Drake whisked me up in his arms.

  I raked my fingers through his damp hair. "God, I missed you."

  "And I, you," he said as he carried me out of the bathroom. He took me to the bedroom, then gingerly set me on the bed. "Shall I order some food for you?"

  Though I was hungry, I couldn't eat just yet. Not when his naked body was touching me. Not when his rock hard cock kept tempting me. Not when I craved to feel him inside me.

  "Maybe later," I finally replied.

  My attention shifted to the cocktail dress hanging on the corner of the mirror above the dresser. The beautiful red gown looked sleek, sexy, and expensive. I hadn't noticed it before, but then I was preoccupied and in desperate need of a bath when Drake carried me into the room earlier.

  Drake followed the direction of my eyes and glanced at the dress. "I think you should wait before trying it on." He turned back to face me. The centers of his pupils enlarged.

  Staring into the depths of his loving eyes, I wanted to forget about everything from the last two days and mold my body to his. I wanted to taste him and feel him. I'd waited too long for his return.

  He sat down on the bed next to me. "We need to talk."

  My gaze kept going to his erection and all I could think about was it inside me. Talking didn't appeal to me.

  "Am I dreaming?" I forced my eyes to meet his. "How did you get here?"

  He wiped away a dribble of water rolling down the side of my face. "The first time you called me and told me about the challenge, I pleaded with the members of the VETOV to permit me leave. They granted my request and I left the next evening. I was in New York when you informed me where you would be staying. I left Friday night and arrived early this morning. When I called your room late this afternoon, Jeremy told me he thought you might be missing because you failed to show for your spa appointment. I came over right away."

  The small amount of time he'd spent in the evening sun explained his pinkish color.

  He continued. "Alan and Ryan searched the hotel for you. They took several articles of your clothing to track by scent."

  "Not my underwear, I hope."

  The corner of his mouth twitched. "I chose the clothes. I wouldn't let them near your personal belongings."

  "Thank you"—I stared into his dark eyes—"for everything."

  Drake's soft fingers traced the contours of my face. His gentle touch spawned light shivers through me. Thirsting to taste him, I focused on his delectable lips.

  "Rage consumed me when Alan located your scent in the parking lot, and then found traces of blood. I wanted to rip everyone's hearts out." His voice, deep and full of emotion, sent a chill down my spine.

  I sat up and pressed my hand to his cheek. "I'm sorry for making you angry." Licking my lips, I imagined kissing him and his cool body pressed to my hot flesh. The night's events were a fading memory. He was here with me now. Nothing else mattered. "I don't want to talk anymore."

  I couldn't resist my desires any longer. Before he could respond, I pressed my lips to his. His response came fast. He slid his tongue into my mouth and eagerly stroked on mine. His cooling energy tantalized me. Erotic chills spread through me and moistened the hungry spot between my thighs. I savored his electrifying kiss while I slid my hand down his hard chest, then claimed his erection. Mine. All mine.

  A soft moan escaped him as my thumb glided over the tip of his cock. The intensity of the kiss grew. There was no doubt we desperately yearned for each other. He slid his hands inside my robe, wrapped his arms around me, then crushed me to him. My nipples rubbed against his cool chest, making them painfully hard. I wanted him so much. The wait to touch and to taste had been too long.

  Keeping my mouth sealed to his, I released his solid cock from my grasp and brought him down to the bed with me. Our lips parted briefly while I wiggled on top of him. With his help, I slid the robe off my shoulders. Soft hands glided down my back while I slithered my body along the length of his. His cool touch soothed my feverish flesh. My desire increased. I longed to mold my body to his. I loved this man and I achingly needed him. I couldn't wait any longer. I brought my legs up to his sides, then rubbed my moist sex along his rigid shaft.

  He groped my rear and ended our kiss. "Oh, Jessie." His twin fangs peeked from beneath his lip.

  "Tell me you want me," I whispered. His hard piece of man flesh felt so good against me. I knew it would feel better inside me. "Tell me."

  He slithered his cool hands up my body. "I want you." His voice was deep and demanding. "I want you more than anything on this earth."

  I kissed his chin. "Show me."

  Before I could blink, he tossed me on my back. With greedy lips, he drew me into a deep, passionate kiss, where our tongues merrily played. The desire for more consumed me. Now that I had him, I was going to enjoy every bit of him.

  Drake slid his hand between my legs and slipped his fingers inside me. My body ached and tingled with need as he teased my core, stroking it each time he slipped his fingers in and out of me. I clawed at the solid muscles in his arms. The hunger to have him fill me overpowered all other sensations. I had to have him.

  I broke off our kiss. "I need you."

  He smiled before he pressed his mouth back upon mine. As he fondled my tongue, and slid his fingers deep inside me, I wanted to melt away in his arms, in his kiss.

  Anticipation grew within me until Drake withdrew his fingers. Moaning, I dug my nails into his back. How dare he stop?

  But he didn't stop. His strong yet gentle hands traveled up my body. He gripped my breasts, squeezed and thumbed my hard nipples at intervals. Desire-filled tingles shot to the core between my legs. The burning need within me blazed. I lifted my hips, silently telling him how I ached to feel his cool, solid cock inside me.

  "Show me you want me as much as I want you," I said.

  He curled his lips and his pointed teeth appeared. Part of me feared the pain his razor- sharp canines could inflict upon me. The other part of me longed to take pleasure from the pain.

  Drake planted a kiss on my neck, then slithered his tongue up it. Strands of his soft hair brushed over the sides of my face, tickling me while his sharp teeth grazed my throat. My heartbeat accelerated while anticipation built within me, expecting his love bite. But it never came. Instead, he moved his tender kisses downward along with one
of his hands. He latched onto one of my nipples, groped my other tit, then kept his other hand moving south. When he slid several fingers between my wet folds, I couldn't help but moan with desire. One hand kneaded a breast while his strong lips encompassed the other, sucking vigorously on my nipple. At the same time, he teased my delicate core and I whimpered in pleasure.

  "More," I said.

  He lifted his head and our eyes met. After a flash of a smile, he sank his sharp teeth into my breast.

  I expelled a loud gasp and clawed at his back. Pain quickly changed into pleasure as a deep throb rippled through me. He sucked fervently on my tit, drawing out blood and intensifying the pleasure-filled pulse. Fingers stroked my core and slid deeper inside me. I loved how he made me feel. I loved how he teased me, tasted me, and touched me. The sweltering need within me begged for more.

  "Don't stop, Drake," I said between breaths.

  He lifted his lips from my sore breast. The throb vibrated through my nipple, keeping it firm and tender. Meeting my gaze, he moved to my other nipple and tugged on it with the flat edge of his teeth. He continued to fondle my slick core and the anticipation within me magnified. My heart pounded. I was on the verge of exploding. As if he knew that, he flashed a wicked smile at me and then drove his fangs deep into my breast, close to my nipple. Sharp pain rocketed through me as the violent orgasm erupted. In ecstasy, I screamed.

  A sweet pulse vibrated between my legs and in my breast. Wave after wave of bliss flowed through me and stayed alive while he fed from me and continued stroking me. Still, I felt empty. I needed more.

  "Drake, I want you inside me."

  He removed his hand from between my legs and lifted from my breast. "Not yet, love."

  I almost complained. But when he wedged his hands underneath my buttocks, then groped me and pressed his hard shaft against my sex, I decided not to say anything. He closed his eyes and parted his blood-tinted lips while he rubbed himself along my wet folds. His desire was strong, but he held himself back.

  "Please," I said, a bit breathy.

  His eyelids opened and pitch black eyes captivated me. "Soon."

  Strands of his hair fell forward. I brushed them aside and marveled at him. High cheekbones emphasized his beauty while the bones encompassing his dark eyes detailed power and strength. His European look would capture any woman.

  He covered my lips and claimed my tongue. As he sucked on it, I tasted blood. My stomach tightened from the coppery flavor, yet it didn't stop me from wanting him.

  I threaded my fingers through his hair, then gently lifted his head. "I want you, Drake."

  "And you shall have me." He kissed my chin. "When I've finished devouring you."

  Excitement flooded me. My pulse quickened. Yes, devour me.

  He moved his hands to my breasts again and fondled them. My nipples were achingly hard. He licked under my chin, then glided his tongue down the center of my throat. Desire rose within me and spread like a vine as he traveled farther down my torso. I was so wet and eager to have inside me. My body reveled in his touch and seductive kiss.

  Past my navel, he gently nibbled at my flesh. He slid his hands from my breasts, over my ribs and abdomen. He lifted his head from between my legs. "I love touching you." He kissed my thigh and I quivered. "I love hearing your heartbeat." He kissed my other thigh and another quiver ran through me. "And I love tasting you."

  I swallowed hard and flattened my hands over the bedspread. I was in agony, heart thumping fast and desire strong as I waited for him to give me more satisfaction. My body was on the brink of a meltdown with my temperature soaring. Then everything changed when he sent his tongue into me.

  I clenched the blanket and gasped with overwhelming delight as his cool tongue flicked my hot core. He stroked it, and each time made me shudder. Holding tight to the comforter, I arched my back and tossed my head back onto the pillow. When he buried his face between my legs and sucked greedily on my sweet spot, I gasped.

  "Yes." My breaths came faster. "More. Don't stop."

  My insides burned with need as he drove me mad with lust. I craved more of him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to explode in ecstasy again.

  He paused and lifted his gaze to meet mine. The corners of his mouth curled, baring his sharp teeth. My eyes grew wide and my heart leapt. No, he wouldn't dare…

  He lowered his head and gently bit into my core. A scream of pure joy released from me. A jolt of pain turned into pleasure. It was as if my body had exploded into a wealth of pure happiness.

  I thrust my hands into my tangled hair. "Oh, fuck, Drake." The words spilled out of me.

  My core throbbed violently while he tenderly suckled it. I was lost in the moment, too enwrapped with the brutal throb, too enthralled by his gentle sucks and tugs. Never before had I felt such an intense release of pleasure.

  My mind spun out of control. Overwhelmed, I screamed. "Yes."

  Drake crawled over me, licking my skin. My sensitive core beat with vigor even after he'd stopped nourishing from it. Reaching my breasts, he tugged on each perky nipple with his flat teeth. Each pull energized the heartbeat of my orgasm. Then he wrapped his arms underneath mine and locked his hands on my shoulders.

  "Now, I give myself to you," he said, hovering above my face.

  He slowly submerged his rigid shaft inside me. The emptiness I'd felt earlier was disappearing. With a gentle rock of his hips, he slid deeper and deeper until he filled me. He flicked my tongue with his and I tasted blood and salt. I didn't care. I wanted all of him.

  My body instinctively moved in line with his, welcoming and seeking more of him. I locked my legs around him and raked my nails along his plump buttocks. Anticipation grew fast. His rhythm increased along with my heart and breaths. I dug into his skin and moaned, encouraging him to give me more. He thrust deeper, harder, faster, pounding his cool, hard muscle into my hot, wet flesh. I broke off our kiss, gasping for air.

  "Don’t stop, Drake." I breathed heavy.

  He gripped my shoulders tight as he thrust into me. My body burned and was ready to explode again. I needed him and nothing else mattered. He nuzzled my neck, then grazed his sharp teeth along my skin. Heated shivers spread through me. My muscles tightened and I squeezed my legs around him. I was on the edge of another release. He raised his hips and slid almost completely from me. When he plunged inside me again, he sank his canines into my neck.

  I cried out as pain and pleasure erupted. An aggressive throb battered my inner walls while he gently pulled blood from me, sucking as if I were a delicacy to him. My orgasm followed his, sending another wave of euphoria through me, overriding the small pain spreading from my neck to my heart. If I breathed my last breath of air with our rampant pulses flaming, at least I'd die a happy woman.

  Enjoying the spasms rippling within me, I lay peacefully while Drake fed from me. The force of his suction lessened until I could no longer feel it. As my breath steadied, I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair. Sleep weighed down my thoughts and I struggled to evade the inevitable. In slow secession, my body cooled and the pleasure ripples ebbed.

  The tip of Drake's nose tickled my neck before settling near my ear. "You are divine. I want to spend an eternity tasting you."

  I grinned, recalling how he'd told me demon blood gave vampires an energy boost. I was sure the boost contributed to the violent orgasm.

  "Okay, vampire, but don't get addicted to my blood."

  Drake raised his hips and slid his hard shaft almost completely out of me. "I already am." He drove himself back into me with a quick thrust.

  A loud gasp sprang from me. He felt so incredibly good and cool inside me. I never wanted to let him go. Consumed with the need to have more of him, I merged my lips with his and took to sucking his tongue. Yes, I would have him again. Sleep would have to wait for later.

  Chapter Nineteen

  A loud rumble from deep within my stomach woke me from my slumber. The smell of food perked me up even more. I open
ed my eyes and found Drake sitting beside me on the bed. He had his usual black pants covering the lower part of his body. An unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt covered most of his top half. I enjoyed looking at his chest before I noticed the plate in his hand with a tall hamburger surrounded by large steak fries on it. Naked and sore, I wiped the drool from my chin and pushed myself up.

  "The food arrived two minutes ago," he said. “I wondered when you would wake up. Your stomach has been making obscene noises for the last hour."

  "Only an hour?" I smiled.

  Finding my bathrobe still on the bed, I slipped it over my shoulders. The aroma of the food was making my mouth water. I leaned against the headboard, next to Drake.

  He picked up a fry and brought it to my lips. I leaned forward and snatched it. The seasoning and salt made me crave more.

  "Jeremy stopped by earlier to check on you," he said, holding the plate over his thigh.

  I finished chewing and swallowed. "What did you tell him?" I took another fry and chomped on it.

  "I told him you were still sleeping, and you would talk to him when you felt up to it. He said to remind you they're leaving around nine tonight for the party."

  "What time is it?" I took the plate from him and placed it on my lap.

  "Almost noon."

  "I guess I was pretty tired," I said as I picked up the hamburger. Considering I had been knocked out, survived a car crash, run in temperatures over a hundred degrees, fought a werewolf, run from a werewolf, and then spent hours having great sex… Yeah, I needed the rest.

  "I wasn't going to wake you," he said with loving smile.

  "Have you been awake all morning?"

  "Of course. I refuse to close my eyes with Jeremy in the next suite. He might open the curtains."

  I paused chewing and stared into his eyes. His loathing of Jeremy ran deep. Had it not been for me, he probably would've killed Jeremy by now. And the same was true for Drake. Jeremy could've easily destroyed him. One touch from the demon would set Drake on fire. It amazed me they were even speaking to each other.