Darkness In The Flames (47 page)

She moved clumsily away, trying to keep silent, but awkward as her nourishment flooded energy through her body.

“Don’t worry. They will sleep now. They cannot hear us or see us and if they’re lucky they will remember only their loving.”

Verity stood and let Nick take her arm. “I feel—I feel—filled. As if somebody has poured strength into me.”

“Yes.” It was a brief word, but it told her Nick understood.

They mounted and turned their horses quickly away, heading back to their little hiding place.

The night sang loudly around Verity. Sounds were enhanced, she felt as if she could see for miles and although her heart did not pound as mortals did, there was a level of excitement pulsing through her she’d not expected.

Taking blood apparently fed more than the body. It fed the vampire part of her that she had yet to fully understand.

It also did something else. As they slid from their saddles and unharnessed their horses, Verity realized she was aware of Nick in a new and exciting way.

She could
sense
him. She knew when his body moved, the scent of the leather as it lingered on his hands from the reins. She heard the silky swish as he tugged the tie from his hair and let it brush his jacket.

A new hunger burgeoned inside her that had nothing to do with blood.

And
everything
to do with Nick.

He knew she was aroused. He could scent her—had been scenting her since they’d watched the lovers. He wanted her fiercely but still worried that her strength was not yet all that it could be. They had endless time to enjoy each other. It didn’t have to begin at this moment. He could wait.

Verity, apparently, had other ideas.

“Nick.
Now
.”

As soon as they entered their cave, Verity spun around and pushed him up against the wall. She ground her pussy into his crotch, rubbing herself against his cock. He was hard in an instant.

So much for waiting.

“I need you, Nick. I need you on top of me, inside me, around me, all over me. Any way, every way there is. Dear God, don’t make me wait.” Her fingers were tearing at his clothing even as his lifted to free her from her shirt. It happened to be one of his shirts, so he was a little more circumspect as he stripped her bare.

Fleetingly he recalled his own arousal after he’d fed those first times. He remembered the burning need and he remembered that he’d only had his hand to ease the frustration.

It would be different for Verity. Better. As good as he could make it.

And it would ease his own need at the same time.

Their lips met, a clashing of tongues that only stoked the furnace higher. Fumbling with the remains of their clothes they stripped, Nick eager for the touch of her breasts against his skin.

The soft globes were already hardened at their tips, nipples budded and ripe for his pleasure. He eased himself down to his knees, pulling her breeches and boots away, grazing his body across hers as he dipped his head to her belly and lower.

Two hands fisted in his hair. “Don’t be gentle. I don’t want
gentle
, Nick. I want
you
.”

He could not resist her urgency. With a growl, Nick thrust his face between her thighs, finding her pussy with fierce and almost savage licks of his tongue. He parted her swollen folds, thrusting his mouth against her clit, sucking strongly, demanding she show him how aroused she was.

Her hips pushed back, grinding her body into his face, meeting desire with desire, fire with fire.

He pushed two fingers inside her sex—she was wet, so wet he slid inside with ease. Truly she wanted him, was ready for his possession.

He sucked hard, knowing a mortal woman would feel pain should he treat this delicate pearl of flesh in such a way.

But Verity lapped it up, crying out with delight, urging him on. “More, Nick. Yes…
there
, oh God, more…”

She trembled as he moved his fingers inside her, coaxing her pussy into weeping tears of pleasure, soaking his hand with her juices and whimpering as he nipped her pussy lips.

“Yes, oh…yesssss…” She convulsed around him, an orgasm that was a mere prelude to their night to come.

It was not enough for either of them. Nick released her and stood, lifting her, watching as her thighs wrapped around him.

He positioned her above his cock and plunged upward with his hips as he lowered her.

“Aaahhhh…” She sighed and choked out the small cry, his cock seating itself deep inside.

They shifted, stumbled and ended up with Verity’s back against the hard wall of the cave. He was drowning now, drowning in her scent and the velvet feel of her around his cock. He thrust, hard, driving her against the rock, delighting in the way her inner muscles held on to him, dragging the skin tightly down the length of muscle that penetrated her.

Again and again he buried himself to the balls in her sweetness, frantically pounding into her, driving all that he had, all that he was into her soul.

This was no gentle loving. This was a fuck that they both needed—badly. He sensed the shimmer of his own climax building. His control disappeared, his desires swamped him.

With violent force he fucked her, knowing she was with him every step of the way. When he broke she was there, her sheath clasping him in a vise grip of hunger, milking him, drawing everything she needed from him.

They paused, breathless, black eyes meeting black eyes, both seeing the flames flickering behind the darkness.

And their fangs emerged.

A part of Verity’s mind was astounded. But that part was quickly silenced by the still-present hunger. She and Nick fell to their makeshift bed, still linked, still aroused.

“More. I want it all. Tonight. Here. Now.”

Simple words were all she could manage around her fangs, but she got her point across.

“All right.” Still hard, Nick pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. Instinctively she raised herself onto all fours, pushing her ass toward him in an urgent plea.

He thrust into her once more, finding new places to touch, to excite. Verity licked her lips and felt the hard length of her fangs as they emerged fully, stimulated by the erotic and uninhibited sex.

She was operating on sheer animal instinct at this point, but trusted Nick to guide her, to take her where she needed to be.

His penetration was deep from this angle, grazing places that made her gasp and push back, needing more, always more.

Verity found she was more linked to him than she realized. There was a bond here, an answering of demands before they were voiced. He surprised her with a hard slap to her buttocks, but she found it was what she most needed—most desired.

“
Yes, oh yes
…”

More slaps followed, punctuated by sharp deep thrusts of his wonderful cock. She whirled onto a cloud of sensation, her backside burning now from the heat of his blows.

Greed flooded her. “Nick…more…something…please—
more
?”

He pulled out with a wet and soft sound that made her whimper. Then she felt his hands roughly part her cheeks and she knew. Yes,
this
was the more she was so desperate to feel.

His cock nudged at her ass, gently pushing past the tight ring of muscles and into her body—a new experience that fueled the arousal, the savage need that made her shudder. He stretched her, eased her then stretched her once more, gently rocking at first, finding her clit with strong fingers and opening her to his possession.

She had no shame, no inhibitions. She wanted him in her ass, wanted him strumming her clit, if there had been two of him she’d have been welcoming another cock at the same time.

There were no limits to what she desired—sex. To be fucked by her lover, claimed in all the ways he could claim her. It was amazing, incredible, this feeling of fullness, of being dominated and yet loved.

She moved with him, learning how to pull and to push in the best way possible to stimulate the nerve endings that were awakening to new sensations. Her fangs dripped with hunger and her orgasm grew, refusing to break, to release her, simply driving her higher into a place where there was only a savage and violent need to be fucked and fulfilled.

Nick leaned over her, one hand still playing with her clit as his cock fucked her ass. She felt his arm near her face.

“Come, Verity.
Come
. And bite me. ‘Tis the best thing…” He pinched her clit hard. “I shall bite you, sweetheart. Come with me. Together.”

The scent of his skin so close to her fangs drove her wild. The pain of his touch, the sensation of his cock deep in her darkest places—Verity cried out and let go, sinking her mouth into the vein at his wrist.

At that moment his mouth touched the back of her neck and she felt his fangs slide past the tiny check of muscles and into her own body.

She came—massive spasms shaking her whole being.

Nick’s blood gushed into her mouth even as hers gushed into his. His cock swelled and pumped his come into her ass, a climax that she felt to her soul.

Locked, tooth, blood, cock and ass, they fell, sliding rapidly into a whirlpool that was beyond anything Verity could name. She simply hung on and rode the waves, wanting to scream, to cry out, to tell Nick…

The sensation of his fangs drawing her blood sucked at her nipples and her sex like wraiths of mouths, overloading her brain with erotic impulses. It was coupled with the taste of him, sweet and rich, flooding along the same pathways, swelling her breasts and making every part of her body an erotically charged target.

This
was loving.
This
was sex, heightened by the strength, power and need of an immortal vampire.

And
this
was why they could not die, because had she been anything less than she was, Verity knew she could not have survived her orgasm.

But by God she would have died a happy woman.

Chapter Fourteen

Nick was in another world.

The darkness, which had surrounded him for so long, was now brilliantly lit by the flashes of a need so great he was almost humbled by it. And those flashes were sustained by Verity’s eager response and equally eager body.

He sated himself, claimed her again and again, thrusting his cock almost blindly into her ass and relishing the sensation of her buttocks under his hand as he spanked her. He drowned in this experience that lifted his mind from his head and threw it up against the wall of the chamber, where it spattered, shattered and reformed into something new.

The fucking was beyond anything imaginable. He’d had women before—fed from women before. But this was the first time he’d taken a woman on equal terms—lover to lover, as well as vampire to vampire.

To orgasm, to climax at the same moment his lover’s blood roared across his tongue just as his gushed into her mouth—well, it was outside even
his
vast realm of experience.

Verity’s bite sucked so much more from his wrist than just his life’s essence. The feel of her lips—her fangs—drew at his cock and his balls, a wrenching sensation in his gut that had him spewing his seed for endless moments, a release that astounded him with its ferocity and duration.

It took a tiny portion of his mind back to that instant when he was transformed—that moment when he first experienced the touch of vampire fangs against his skin.

And as he finally eased from his orgasm, a chill whispered down his spine.

She was there.

Thérèse.

He could sense her more than see her, but he raised his head, pulling his mouth gently from Verity’s shoulder.

Oh Nick. You bad boy
. He heard her words clearly in his mind.

Slowly he turned and there she was. A wraith beside him, translucent yet glowing with an odd light. The red hair fell around her nakedness but could not hide her breasts as she touched herself, or the moisture dappling her pussy.

She was gently fondling her clit, watching Nick as he fucked Verity.

“How exciting. How arousing. To watch you fuck like this. Damn, it’s
good
Nick.”

Verity’s blood still hummed in his mouth and he could not speak. Would not speak. To do so would be to acknowledge her and that he would not do. Not now. Not with Verity still shuddering beneath him.

“And we have a new playmate. What fun.” Her fingers worked herself harder, not caring or even aware that Nick watched. Her black eyes remained fixed on Verity. “Nice breasts. Full and womanly. I like that. I like to feed from a woman’s breasts while a man fucks me. It’s…it’s exciting.”

Her tongue darted out and licked at her fangs as they lay sharply across her full red lips.

“Oh, ooohh—do you know there’s a chance I might come just from
thinking
about it?”

Nick’s gut clenched and he pulled himself free of Verity’s body. He turned toward Thérèse and spat one single word.

“
Begone
.”

Droplets of Verity’s blood sprayed from his mouth as he hissed his violent dismissal. Droplets that spattered across the vision of Thérèse.

Surprisingly, she winced. Her hand froze against her pussy and an expression of confusion spread over her face, something that caught Nick by surprise.

Then she vanished.

“
Christ
, Nick.” Verity slumped to the cloak beneath them. “I am so tired.”

Recalled to the moment, Nick settled himself down beside her. “I know. ‘Tis the feeding that has filled you. Yet it drains you as well.”

She chuckled. “I rather think ‘tis
you
who have filled me.”

“Er…well…” He pulled their coats over them. “Are you all right?”

“Never better, my love. That was—well, I’d say
outstanding
but that’s a mere shadow of what I felt.” She turned her head into his shoulder. “There are no words for that, Nick. When I…when I…
came
…and your blood was in me at the same instant…”