Demon of Desire (9 page)

She wasn’t sure if her lips spread in a smile or a grimace.
“I’m already dead. What else can happen?”

The pain that flashed in his eyes pierced her heart. “Oh
God, I’m sorry, Gower. I know how hard you and your brothers are working at
keeping me safe.”

Moving to stand beside him, she reached up and stroked his
cheek, enjoying the sensation of the stubble there. The shadow of a beard never
seemed to grow longer, giving him a permanent rough, sexy edge.

He lowered the box to the floor and pulled her into his
arms. “I recognized you when I first saw you. Not that I knew who you were,
Sin, but what you were. A part of us, in a way.”

“Why didn’t I feel anything?” Warmth spread over her as she
remembered planting her face in his chest, and just what her body had felt. “I
mean, like I knew you.”

“Who knows? Whatever your gifts are, they apparently aren’t
precognition. It doesn’t matter. We found you anyway.” He tucked a strand of
hair behind her ear, running a fingertip along the shell before trailing down
her bare neck.

Sin shivered at his touch. “I’m glad. Even if I am
confused.”

He met her gaze and held it. “Don’t overthink it. Just let
it happen.”

She wanted to ask what she was supposed to let happen, but
he leaned down and kissed her and she forgot anything but the taste of him.
She’d had lovers in the past, even a long-term relationship with Tim, the man
she thought she would marry. But never had a kiss been like this. Passionate.
Loving. Like a gift from his heart.

Groaning, she crushed her breasts against him and tried to
relieve the urge she couldn’t explain. It was more than sex. More than
physical. She tugged the back of his plaid shirt from his jeans to feel skin
beneath her hands.

Gower broke away. “Not here on the steps,” he said, panting
and grinning. “Too dangerous.”

He led her to her room, yanking off her shirt before she
even reached the bed. As soon as the fabric cleared her head, he captured her
mouth again. Their hands worked as quickly as their lips, tugging at buttons
and zippers. Gower almost fell when he tried to sit on the bed and take off his
boots. “Give me a minute.”

“Too long,” she grumbled, tugging at the heel of his raised
foot. His boots slipped off and she yanked at his socks, then his jeans and
briefs. “About time,” she said when he sat gloriously naked in front of her.

Forgetting her own nudity and the usual discomfort it
brought, she knelt down and cradled his balls in one hand while wrapping her
other around his throbbing cock. He was hard for her. That fact had to be the
hottest thing ever. The sound of him sucking in air when she licked the precum
off the tip was a close second. Nothing would please her more than to please
him at this moment.

She flattened her tongue and lapped him like an ice cream
cone, then took him deep in her mouth until he reached the back of her throat.
Tightening her lips, she slowly drew back, flicking her tongue around him as
she did. She built a rhythm, her need growing as she felt him swelling in her
mouth.

“Not yet,” he gasped, lifting her to her feet. “I want to be
inside you the first time I come.”

He pulled her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing,
rolling onto his hip beside her. When she tried to turn toward him, he pushed
her back. “Let me look. You’re beautiful. So beautiful.”

One hand drew a lazy path around her swollen breast, down
the curve of her waist and across her belly. She tightened her muscles in
reflex, knowing his eyes followed his fingers.

“Relax.” He planted a kiss on the flesh below her navel. “I
plan to get to know every inch of you no matter how well-padded. You might as
well get used to the idea.”

Moving her gaze to his eyes, she found him watching her. “I
won’t say the obvious, since you admit to the well-padded part. I’m not used to
anyone seeing me. Touching my fat.”

“Your body will change with your change in diet. You might
be pleasantly surprised. I, however, prefer you like this.” The tip of his
tongue circled her navel before diving in. It aroused her as much as if he’d
touched her clit. Her hips jerked. Her legs parted slightly.

Gower grinned. “I seem to have found a sensitive spot. I’ll
remember that.”

He shifted on the bed and suckled at her breast, reaching
across to pinch the nipple on the other. Flames shot through her, surprising
her that her nipples were so sensitive, so reactive.

She grasped his biceps as if to keep him there, when what
she really wanted was for him to explore lower. Her hips rocked and her knees
rose, letting her legs fall wide open. “I want you to…touch me…”

His palm brushed over her belly and ran down her hip,
avoiding her throbbing center. “Where?”

She bucked again. “Oh yes, there…”

His fingers curved over her inner thigh, stroking upward,
but again moving away before reaching her pussy.

“Gower, please…”

“Please what?” He nipped at her breast, flicked his tongue
over her nipple and ran his fingers through the curls on her mons.

“Please touch me.”

“You said that already. Touch you where?”

Her frustration built until she wanted to grab his hand,
plant it on her labia and shout,
here.
Instead, she showed him. With her
center finger, she reached down and split her lower lips, finding slick wetness
and heat. “Like this.”

He growled and scooted between her legs. Spreading her
labia, he encouraged her to continue. “Let me watch.”

Sin looked away. She’d never masturbated for anyone. She’d
always been too self-conscious about her body, her desires. Meeting his gaze
again she could see how much he wanted her. For him, she could do it. Dipping
two fingers into her juices, she drew them upward, splitting her fingers to go
around her clit. She gasped. His gaze was like an extra hand down there,
touching, stroking.

She pinched her swollen clit, imagining he was the one doing
so. Flicked a fingernail over the sensitive spot and enjoyed the flames. Then
pushed her fingers deep inside and fucked herself with them.

“That’s it,” he said.

When she pulled her fingers out, she felt his tongue lap the
juices escaping her. Taking her hand away, she rocked into his mouth, desperate
for the feel of his tongue inside her.

His tongue plunged deep and stroked her slowly. As good as
it was, it was also torture, dragging out the act when she wanted quick and
dirty. “Faster. I want you to fuck me faster.”

“Not yet. Let it build. We’ve got all night.”

“But your brothers might come in. And it feels too good. I
just want more.” She was becoming a sex fiend. All fucking, all the time. Was
it the availability of the brothers, or part of being a vampire?

She didn’t care, as long as it didn’t stop.

Gower lifted himself above her and inched his way up, kissing,
licking and just breathing as he went. “You’ll get more. You’ll get all I have
to offer. And if my brothers come in, they can wait in line.”

She only barely caught part of what he said. His teeth on
her nipple took all her awareness. Rolling the sensitive flesh, biting just to
the point of pain, he made her breasts swell.

Stabbing lances of arousal reached the places she was used
to feeling and new places, too. Her palms itched to feel the heat of his skin.
It startled her to find his body temperature so cool when she ran her hands
over the sculpted muscles of his back. He nibbled at her collarbone and she
reached for his hard ass cheeks, cupping her hands and drawing him up.

“Fuck me now, please,” she begged.

He rose on his arms. “Fuck me now, who? I want you to say my
name.”

Her lips curled in a small smile. “Fuck me now, Gower.” The
laugh that followed came from deep in her belly. Was there a bit of an ego
problem between the brothers?

“That’s more like it.” His cock hovered at her entrance. She
spread herself wider trying to connect. Slowly, he pushed inside.

Her pussy gushed its welcome and she cried out. He felt so
perfect there. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock. He seemed to swell
in response, thrusting deeper.

She clutched his shoulders taut with the power he kept
restrained. Feral, animalistic strength beneath her hands. Inside her pussy.
The tension in him matched hers as she came closer to shattering.

Sin rocked in time with him, taking him as far inside as she
could. Her fingers dug into his skin and her head rolled back. So close. So
wet. The slapping sounds and their mixed scents added to the sensations driving
her. “Oh God…”

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Come with me. Let me feel it.”

He lifted her knees and pushed in, finding that spot that
took her to the edge. Her pussy clenched and the knot released in ripples of
pleasure that took away all thought.

She woke some time later with Gower lying across one of her
legs, his arm pinning her to the bed. The weight of him was delicious. She
sucked in a deep breath, enjoying the smells of their mutual sweat and cum. She
should be feeling the need to wash, to cover up, but the stickiness between her
legs was proof of life.

Her new life.

Chapter Eight

“We need to talk.” Sin stood at the head of the basement
stairs looking down at the three men gathered around the boiler.

Baen looked up. “Can it wait until we get this piece of shit
working? I’m afraid the alternative is hibernation until spring thaw.”

She grimaced. It had taken her two days to work up the nerve
to say those four words and he wanted to put her off. A cool draft swept over
her and made his point. “Okay. I’ll be sitting near the fireplace.”

Somehow, her body reacted more slowly to changes in the air
temperature since she became a vampire, but when she got cold it seemed she
would never be warm again. She snuggled into the wing chair closest to the
flames and pulled a quilt around her. Cleo jumped into her lap and kneaded her
thigh while purring.

Suddenly the cat froze, her golden eyes looking toward the
basement door. The other two cats ran out of the kitchen and stopped, also
staring at the door. Three furry tails twitched their distress.

“What is it?” Sin waited, as if they would answer. Maybe the
guys were coming up the stairs and the noise caught the cats’ attention. She
continued to watch the door to see who would appear.

Cleo growled. Inky’s fur rose on the back of her neck and
her tail doubled in size as the hair there stood on end.

“Baen? Gower? Anyone?” She couldn’t bring her feet to carry
her across the room, closer to the basement door.

Knowing something had to be wrong since no one had opened
the door, Sin forced herself to walk. When she was within three feet, a black
mist filtered through the cracks around and beneath the door. “What the—”

Stumbling back as she tripped over a cat, she called out.
“Gower! Enos? Someone come up here now!”

She clawed at the rug beneath her hands in her rush to back
away. No noises rose from downstairs. Had they gone out the exterior door?

The black shape hovered above her, constantly changing shape
but never taking a definable form. Her fear for the men outweighed her fear of
whatever this thing was. Carefully, not looking away more than a moment at a
time, she rose to her feet and backed into the kitchen.

As soon as the kitchen door flapped shut behind her, she
turned and ran to the back door, yanked it open and crossed the back porch. She
fumbled with the handle of the outside door, not expecting it to be locked.
Finally, cold air blasted in her face and she ran down the three steps.

The ground was icy and her shoes skidded as she rounded the
corner where the exterior door sat a few inches above the ground. She was
grateful Enos had shown her where it was, so she didn’t have to run all around
the house.

Sin slid to a stop at the base of the door, reached for the
handle and yanked, bending her nails below the quick. It was locked from the
inside. She shook her hand to ease the sting and blew on her fingers. Balancing
on one foot, she stomped on the door. “Baen? Can you guys hear me? Open up!”

The stillness in response sent chills clear to her soul, if
she still had one. She kicked again at the metal door. “Gower? Enos? Come on,
guys, this isn’t funny.”

When no one answered, she ran back into the house. The cats
stood just at the edge of the living room, tails still twitching. The black
mist had taken an elongated, almost humanoid form in front of them.

“Who are you?” Sin asked.

The mist rippled like a stone skipped across it.

“What are you?”

Suddenly the cats looked toward the basement door. Sin
strained to hear what they did. Taking a deep breath while she tried to figure
out how to get to the door without confronting the mist, she smelled smoke.

With a glance over her shoulder, she confirmed the glass
doors in front of the fireplace were closed and the smoke exited through the
chimney. Was that what she smelled?

Pale, grayish tendrils of smoke escaped under the basement
door, curling as they rose. The basement was on fire.

Where were the men?

Instinct told her fire could kill vampires, just as it did
humans. She had to get the door open and make sure they weren’t trapped.

Gathering her nerve, she ran toward the basement. The mist
moved to block her. She hesitated, bit her lip and ran through the mist.

A mucky, rank slime coated her skin. Sin squealed. It stank
of rotted flesh and stagnant water. Still, she had gotten through and reached
the door. Grabbing the handle, she let go immediately as it burned her palm.

She pounded on the door with both fists. “Baen, Enos, are
you in there?”

The only sound she heard was the growling of the cats behind
her. She had to reach the men. Covering her hand with her shirttail, she tried
the handle again.