Charmed (12 page)

“Turn over,” he demanded. With a firm hand at her waist, he helped position her on her hands and knees.

“Lovely…absolutely lovely,” he whispered from behind her. “Good enough to eat.”

Tristan parted her pussy lips then lowered himself until he was eye to eye with her tight channel. Chloe quivered in excitement as she waited for his next move. It wasn’t long in coming for he stuck out his tongue and swiped her folds. A teasing imitation of their earlier love play.

He eventually dipped lower and found her clit. He swirled his tongue around the little nub until it swelled again and extended beyond her pussy lips. When he took it into his mouth, Chloe thought she would faint. Then he began to suck on it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slipped to her elbows. She was too far gone to hold herself up.

“Do you like this?” Tristan asked, pausing to blow on her swollen clit. “Do you like it when I play with your pussy?”

“Yes,” Chloe replied weakly. “Please don’t stop again, Tristan. Please finish me off this time. I love what you do to me.”

Pleased by her response, he dove back in. Obviously he must have felt her pussy was being neglected for he slid his tongue over her mound until he reached her hot channel. He pushed his long tongue inside again and darted in and out until Chloe’s ass cheeks began to quiver.

Tristan rose to his knees behind her and kissed both of her cheeks. Then he whispered against her flesh, “I love your plump ass and rounded hips.”

Gripping his cock, he slid the head up and down her slit, smearing her juices all over the engorged head. Once he was well lubricated, he positioned himself over the opening of her pussy. He pushed forward slightly then proceeded slowly to fill her inch by inch. When he was fully seated, he spanked her.

“Ah…” Chloe groaned. “Why did you do that?” Although she protested, her eyes were lit with an inner fire for she thoroughly enjoyed his unnecessary roughness.

“That’s for being so bloody tempting,” Tristan quipped, swatting her backside once again. Then, without missing a beat, he alternated long teasing strokes with playful spanks until Chloe thought she was going to lose it. But she still wanted more. She wanted to be fucked good and hard.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she braced herself on the mattress. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed a hold of his balls. This startled Tristan so much that he stilled behind her.

Chloe took that as her cue and she began to move on his cock. At first, she slid back and forth slowly to establish her rhythm. Then, once she was up and running, she began slamming her ass against his belly. She teasingly ground her pussy against him, smearing her juices all over his groin and pubic hair, a movement that elicited the most tortuous groan from him.

“You are fucking the shit out of me, woman!” Tristan gasped, grabbing a hold of her hair and pulling on it. “I should let you take the lead more often.”

A slow heat began to build and burn in the pit of Chloe’s stomach. Although he was filling her to virtual capacity, she loved the feel of his hard cock as it dug in her very core. Wanting him even deeper, she arched her back and widened her legs.

“Do you like my cock driving into you? Fucking you?” Even though his voice sounded unaffected, he wasn’t immune to their love play because when she looked back at him, his face was coated with light perspiration and his eyes were heavily hooded and appeared almost sleepy.

“Yes, I love it!” Chloe panted as she rode him hard. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore and felt her body ready to collapse, Tristan grabbed on to her hips and pulled her back against him. He equaled her in her passion, his thrusts were demanding and his pace just as sure-fire.

“Oh, fuck me!” Chloe cried. “Harder…harder!”

“Tell me you want me!” he growled, his hips pounding against her ass.

“I want you!” Chloe’s voice rose a decibel or two as his cock pummeled her pussy.

“Good, I want you to want me, just as much as I want you!”

Despite her labored breathing and lightheadedness, Chloe still yearned for more. Pulling away from him, she spun around in his arms and tackled him so that he fell flat on his back.

Taking advantage of his momentary shock, she quickly grabbed a hold of both of his wrists and thrust them over his head. She then reached over and grabbed a hold of what was left of the silk scarf and began to wrap it around his wrists.

“You know ‘what’s good for the goose is also good for the gander’.”

Once he was tightly secured, she reached between her legs and took a hold of his cock, which was wet with her juices and pulled it forward slightly until it hovered near the opening of her pussy.

“Do you really think I’m sexy, Tristan?” she asked, batting her eyes at him coquettishly.

“Ah, love, you’re so sexy that you should be illegal.”

“Good answer!”

Chloe lowered her body over his eagerly, pressing her hips against his body until her thighs rested on his lap. Closing her eyes briefly, she waited as her body became accustomed to his girth. Squeezing her inner muscles, she finally moved her hips back and forth slowly over his cock.

“Bloody hell…you’re torturing me!” Tristan growled.

“Well…you feel delicious to me,” Chloe moaned. “So you better get used to this ‘torture’ because I’m going to keep riding your cock until you yell my name.”

With that said Chloe dug her heels in the bed and began to pump her hips against him. Once she established her rhythm, she leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on his chest. Back and forth, she thrust wildly until the only sound in the room was their labored breathing and the squeaking of the mattress.

“Oh shit…oh shit…” Tristan moaned. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to pant. “Chloe…oh shit…Chloe, ride my cock, baby!”

Chloe raised her hips then slammed them back down. Again and again, she thrust against him. As her tempo increased, Tristan reached between them and, despite his hands being bound, he began to strum her clit.

Undaunted by the mischief he was causing, Chloe continued to ride him hard. She palmed her breasts and looked down at him. She giggled to herself when his eyes began to roll back in his head and his breathing escaped in short puffs. Taking pity on him, she reached down and released his bindings.

His hands went instantly to her hips, clutching her to him. He lifted his hips and thrust up in her, over and over again until he opened his mouth and finally let go, screaming her name while Chloe continued to buck against him.

Tristan’s release galvanized Chloe’s own climax. She tossed back her head and allowed her passion to take over. On and on, she rode his cock as her blood roared in her ears and her heart thumped wildly against her chest.

Then, just as she was nearing the edge, a searing heat exploded in her chest. She looked down and saw Tristan’s head bent over her right breast, his canines embedded in her skin. His cheeks slightly flushed as he feasted on her.

Chloe felt her climax bubbling up inside her like a wellspring. Digging her heels deeper into the mattress, she pounded her pussy onto his cock, heightening her release. Just when she was on the verge of completion, Tristan suddenly released her breast.

“It is time for you to complete the transition. You must drink of my blood. In doing so your existence as a human will be no more.” Tristan reached up and ran his index finger across his chest just above his left nipple. The skin parted easily and his blood spilled forth over the now-serrated flesh.

She had never been a big fan of seeing blood in the past, in some cases she’d even become lightheaded when she’d donated. But now Chloe was stunned at how anxious she was to taste him. When she leaned forward, his hand upon her shoulder stopped her. She looked up at him and was surprised at the depth of emotions playing across his face.

“I warn you, this is not to be taken lightly. Once you have accepted me into your body, you will be mine forever. And I will never let you go.”

“You better not!” Chloe huffed, removing his hand from her shoulder. “Especially after this emotional roller coaster you’ve put me through. I’m not going anywhere if I can help it.” She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his muscular shoulders. She then leaned forward and parted her lips. She licked her tongue out and tasted his lifeblood, which was beginning to stain his chest.

Chloe drew back in surprise. Although his blood was of the same consistency as her own, it was tinged with a tart sweetness, thoroughly more enjoyable than the coppery taste she’d been expecting. Wanting to taste more of him, she dipped her head and drank from him.

At that moment, Chloe felt a completeness she’d never known before. It was so ironic how life worked!

Just when she’d accepted herself for who she was—a plus-size diva with a few insecurities—and stopped trying to fit into society’s petite-size mold, she’d been sent Tristan Smythe, who’d chosen her to be his mate when he could have chosen any other woman in the world.

Chloe wrapped her arms around Tristan’s shoulders and held him tightly to her as she felt her life slowly slipping away.

* * * * *

When Chloe finally drifted back to reality, she felt exhausted but wonderful at the same time. This wasn’t how she’d imagined the transition. No pain, no revulsion. She still felt like herself. Just a slight heaviness in her limbs and…happiness. When she looked down, she was surprised to find herself still sitting astride Tristan. But she was even more surprised that he was still hard. When she met his eyes, she smiled for he was looking at her intently as he guided her hips over his cock.

“You’re ready to go
again
?” Chloe asked, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“How cannot I not be insatiable with such a lovely inducement?” Tristan growled, rolling her onto her back. Once he was settled snugly between her thighs, he lifted her leg over his shoulders.

“Oh my, you really keep on going and going and going…” Chloe sighed as he thrust up in her. Although she felt like her body had turned to mush from their earlier rounds of sexual play and the effects of the transition, she wasn’t adverse to another round.

“Is it a crime that I like my wife’s pussy so much?” Tristan asked, planting a kiss on the side of her neck. “That you’re so hot and tight inside that my cock can’t get enough?”

“Well, when you put it that way, I would be wrong for denying you your pleasure,” Chloe purred. She wrapped her arms around his strong neck and accepted his ardent kisses as his body slid over hers in a leisurely manner. His skin was now hot and sticky but not as hot as his cock as he thrust deeply inside her.

The room itself seemed to grow hotter as his thrusts became more insistent, more demanding. Just when she thought he’d established his rhythm, Tristan stopped and threw her other leg over his shoulder.

His thrusts were so strong and powerful now that he was practically lifting her off the bed, while his balls slapped in time against her bottom.

“Oh…you’re so deep!” Chloe cried as Tristan rose up on his hands, with her legs still wrapped around his shoulders. In this position, she found herself completely open and vulnerable to his driving thrusts. Closing her eyes, she could do nothing but hold on tight as his cock pummeled her.

Chapter Nine

“Mrs. Smythe, there’s a Yasmine Patel here to see you…” Chloe heard a popping sound. “She’s looking to buy an investment property.”

She cringed. She was going to have to talk to Monique about chewing gum at work.

“Isn’t Shawn still on the floor?” she asked, throwing aside a good-faith estimate she was preparing for one of her investors.

“No, ma’am, he’s gone home. Plus, Ms. Patel is requesting you personally.”

Chloe sighed heavily. If she didn’t leave soon, she would miss her plane to Las Vegas. She and Tristan had decided to spend some time just the two of them, away from ringing telephones and business demands, which had been taxing for her in her newly weakened state. For Chloe quickly learned that, in her condition, it was almost impossible to run a business and come home and please a randy vampire who wanted to fuck her every single waking moment.

So, three days ago, she’d packed Tristan off to Las Vegas to wrap up some business with the Kensington and to make arrangements for their trip while she’d stayed behind to handle a closing with an influential client. But she’d promised him that as soon as the closing was over she would be on the first flight out. And she was going to make that plane even if it killed her. For despite the fact that he’d only been gone a few short days, it felt like eternity, she missed him so.

“Send her in, Monique. But could you tell her I can only spare a few minutes because I’m on my way out the door. I’m meeting Tristan in Las Vegas and I should have been in my car thirty minutes ago heading for Hartsfield Airport.”

“I’ll send her right in. By the way, Mrs. Smythe, if you don’t need me for anything else, can I call it a night?”

“That’s fine, Monique, I’ll be out of here myself after I see to this potential client.” Chloe hung up the phone. She grabbed her briefcase and readied it to leave. As she tidied up her desk, the door opened.

“Well, well, well.
Mrs. Smythe
.” Chloe looked up from her desk. The woman who just entered her office had to be the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen in her entire life. Of East-Indian ancestry, Yasmine Patel looked no older than forty-five but she had the figure of a woman half that age. Dressed all in white, she sauntered into the office in a pair of four-inch heels, which Chloe secretly admired. Her pitch-black hair, which hung almost to her knees, swung seductively with each step.

“Have we met before?” Chloe murmured. She watched the woman take one of the seats in front of her desk then her eyes darted uneasily to the door, which was now partially blocked by a burly giant.

“You tell me?” the woman asked, crossing her legs. She glanced down at her painted black fingernails then back up at her. “Has your husband never mentioned a Yasmine Patel?”

“No. Should he have?” Chloe asked, her brows knitting together in confusion. But then she remembered the night at Sir Raleigh’s and their host speculating about how Tristan had been able to sidestep a certain Yasmine’s clutches.