Reawakening (23 page)

For the second time, he dropped to his knees in front of her.
A girl could get used to this
. He grabbed her legs, pulled her to the end of the chair and then his tongue was on her, trailing the very same path that her finger had just taken.

“Rom …” All bravado faded once wet heat circled her hard nipple. All sanity fled when the scrape of his teeth pricked her skin hard enough to draw blood. And unimaginable ecstasy coursed through her when he moaned as he took her essence into his body for the first time.

“I ache,” she pleaded. “Please.”

Instead of filling her with his cock, thick fingers stretched instead.

He groaned. “You’re so damn tight, Sarah. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside this pussy.
My
pussy.”

Her eyes slammed closed as each sensitive nerve ending was caressed with every movement he made in and out. His name floated repeatedly from her lips.

“Come, beauty,” he roughly commanded. The second his thumb circled her firm clit she exploded. Heat burst from her center outward and she felt the path it took all the way out her fingers and toes.

“Fuck. That was beautiful.”

Yes. Yes it was.

Chapter 36

Rom

He couldn’t be gentle. He couldn’t be soft. He couldn’t be loving. Next time. Not this time. Kneeling on the chaise between her legs, he palmed his cock, stroking up and down until pre-come dripped onto her soaked mound. Sarah watched each glide of his hand with fascination, licking her lips.

No … he wouldn’t be gentle next time either. He was going to fuck her until both their bodies and voices were raw. And then he was going to fuck her again.

Running his throbbing shaft between her slick folds, Sarah closed her eyes on a breathy plea. Taking some of her juices with his free hand, he ran a wet finger to her forbidden puckered flesh, teasing slightly before pushing it in. Her eyes flew open, latching onto his.

“Rom …”

“Shhh. I’m going to make you come hard for me again before I make you mine.” He loved how close a climax brought blood to the surface of the skin. The pheromones made it that much sweeter. And Sarah’s blood tasted like nectar from the Gods themselves.

He slowly eased in and out, getting her used to the foreign sensation. Soon her hips were moving in time with his shallow thrusts. He began circling his shaft on her clit, increasing the tempo of both, as her breathing became choppier, indicating she was close again. She clawed at the fabric beneath her, trying to gain purchase so she could move her pelvis faster and faster.

“Oh God. Rom … don’t stop.”

“You’re so goddamn sexy. Come undone for me, beauty.”

Several seconds later she exploded again, wailing her pleasure into the dusky sky and he was mesmerized. She was a vision with her head thrown back, her back arched, a pink flush on her damp skin and rapture etched onto her angelic face. No woman had ever looked as beautiful during or after an orgasm as Sarah.

Mine.

Unable to wait another second, he found her entrance and with one hard thrust, sunk himself to the hilt, hitting the end of her womb.
Sweet Jesus.
Nothing felt as good as Sarah’s pussy.
Nothing
in his six hundred-forty-two years of life felt as good as his Moira. His mate.

“You okay?” he croaked.
Christ, please be okay.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me.”

“God, Sarah. You’re perfect for me.” He grabbed under her thighs and tilted her sex higher, allowing him to penetrate deeper. “Hold on, beauty.”

Withdrawing nearly all the way, he slammed back home, pulling her hips hard toward him at the same time. He repeated the same movement again and again. Each time he buried himself balls deep in her wet heat. Her head thrashed, her nails bit into his thighs and her moans were a constant litany. Her sex was so tight, so hot, so silky and so well lubed from her earlier orgasms that it didn’t take him long to feel his own climax racing toward him.

Leaning over, he grabbed beneath her shoulders, lifted her and stood. Never leaving the warmth of her body, he walked a few steps and sat her on the thick railing that ran the length of the balcony.

“Legs around my waist, hands on the banister,” he commanded. She immediately complied. Wrapping one thick arm around her back and the other around her nape, he pulled her mouth to his and thrust his hips just as fierce, but not wanting this to be over so soon, he slowed his pace.
Christ, she felt so fucking good.
He never wanted to leave the pleasure of her body.

Breaking free of her lips, he leaned her back slightly to reach the ripe berried nipple that was calling him. Latching onto one hardened nub, Sarah’s hands flew to his head, grasping hard.

“Faster,” she pleaded.

Releasing it with a pop, he chuckled. “This is a marathon, beauty. Not a sprint.” Placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on her moistened flesh, he made his way to her other hardened nub, adding, “I told you I was going to fuck you until your throat was raw from screaming my name. I don’t think it’s hoarse enough yet.”

As he drew her other nipple between his teeth and gently bit, she squeezed her inner muscles, clamping down like a vice on his thick cock.

“Fuck, Sarah …” he grated. They locked eyes and she did it again. “Do it again,” he rasped. She smiled teasingly … and squeezed. And that was the beginning of the end. He tightened his grip and began fucking her with long punishing strokes.

“I’m going to make you mine, Sarah.”

“It’s about time, vampire,” she taunted breathlessly, but quickly lost her cockiness as he pounded viciously into her sex. Now her walls were clamping with impending climax versus her taunts from seconds ago.

Hips never losing time, his mouth quickly found that perfect spot where neck met collarbone and sucked, priming her for his bite. Her hands were at his head, holding him firmly in place like she was afraid he’d deny her again. But he was too far gone to deny her, or himself, what he so desperately craved. He struck hard and fast and relished in her sharp intake of breath right before she shattered in rapture in his arms.

Her blood
… he’d never tasted anything like it. Her lush, spicy taste was an aphrodisiac on his tongue. It was heady. It was the Promised Land. And it was his. Two more thrusts and he joined her in mindless bliss, coating her insides with his hot seed. Every clench of her sex milked him, until he was empty and spent. One last pull and he closed the wound.

Now they would complete the bonding.

Chapter 37

Sarah

Pure unadulterated ecstasy flowed like hot molten lava through her entire being. She couldn’t form a coherent thought. Every brain cell was singed with the most intensely pleasurable orgasm she’d ever experienced.

“Sarah, drink.” Rom’s voice tried penetrating through her endorphin filled haze, but she didn’t understand the words.

Drink? Drink what?

Something warm touched her lips. Warm and coppery and tangy.
And fucking magical.
As the first drop of the thick sustenance touched her tongue, her stomach clenched in pain and she became ravenous. She latched securely onto wherever this enchanting flavor was coming from and drank with fervor, holding it tightly to her lips.

It was decadent.

It was power.

It was life.

“Sarah,” Rom growled. He sounded more animal than human. His cock was still hard and his rough thrusts resumed. She loved every single second of his unrestrained lovemaking. She wanted more.

With each swallow sounds became sharper. She could hear the wings of birds fluttering as they flew high overhead. Each cell felt renewed and strengthened. She felt impervious.

Awakened.

Immortal.

The smog of her human life was lifted and she was now perfect and untainted.

She felt Rom’s pleasure as clearly as she did hers and it was pure nirvana. This time they crested the precipice together. All too soon, the life giving nourishment was taken from her and she was being carried somewhere. Soft bedding touched her back and within seconds, a warm cloth was being run over her skin, cleansing her.

Undiluted electricity and power coursed through her body, humming deliciously under her skin.

This is what she was always meant to be.

Sleep beckoned and she couldn’t resist. Her last thought before she fell under slumber's spell was
I love you.
She swore she had heard a deep “
I love you too, beauty”
before she let the darkness claim her.

Chapter 38

Geoffrey

A week. He had a goddamned week to pull everything together needed to kill Xavier and take out the entire operation. No pressure. But Rom had said Geoffrey couldn’t kill Xavier, that pleasure was reserved for him. Well, get in line, fucker. No, he knew he couldn’t do this on his own, and he’d sought their help, but he’d still planned on being the one to take Xavier out.

When he’d talked to Rom earlier, they’d agreed to give him bits of information over the course of this next week. Just enough to make it appear he was making progress on both the additional clubs and the whereabouts of Xavier’s daughters to throw off the cloud of suspicion that hung like a thick, black fog over his head.

He now sat back in this dingy human bar, nursing a beer, updating Xavier via phone. It was still slop, but far better than the rum and Coke he’d had the other day.

“Devon and his mate will be back in the country in two weeks’ time.” Lie. They were already here.

“And that’s been verified?” Xavier’s smarmy voice echoed through the speaker.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Any progress on locating his new estate?” The new witch Xavier had found was actually working for Geoffrey, so of course, she hadn’t been able to locate shit. Except for two more of the facilities where they’d kept the children. He had six now located. Were there others? Could he find them in time? He hoped so.

But the information he’d uncovered today was actually far more disturbing and needed his immediate attention.

“I have a couple of leads, my lord. But nothing has panned out so far. His subjects are very loyal.”

Silence.

“I’m also checking out a lead on another club in the St. Louis area. I’ll have an update on that tomorrow.”

Also lies. Tomorrow he planned to be in the godforsaken hills of Wyoming where they’d located the newest child facility. He needed to scope it out and get in and out undetected, which shouldn’t be a problem.

“You have a week to get me something solid. At the end of those seven days, if you have nothing, I’ll have to seriously rethink your position in my ranks, Geoffrey.”

Which meant he’d be dead
. Guess what, fucker … you’ll be the one missing his head at the end of seven days.

“Of course, my lord.”

Ending the call, he downed the liquor, waved for another and thought about his conversation with Rom when he’d asked about Ainsley. He was told, in no uncertain terms, to “fuck off and mind his own business”. So Ainsley was telling the truth and Rom’s life
was
in danger. Christ on a cracker … could this get any worse?

Wanting nothing more than to be with his Moira at the end of this blessed mission, he also felt an overwhelming obligation to repay the favor of trust that Rom had bestowed upon him in letting him live. Rom’s friend must be genuinely worried to seek him out, which meant this was a very real threat. So the question was … what was it and how could Geoffrey repay a debt, while keeping his life?
If
he had one after this next week. The last thing he wanted to do was to get out from underneath Xavier’s bootstrap only to be under one of the lord’s for all of eternity.

Feeling eyes on him, he glanced toward the door. Standing there was none other than the stunning Ainsley. Today she was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and some sort of red whimsical, flowy top. Apparently in her world, making eye contact was code for “
don’t mind if I do”
because seconds later, she had her ass planted in the chair across from him.

Leaning back, he crossed his arms. “You stalking me?”

“Why? Is your dick hard?” She waived the waitress over and ordered a double whiskey, neat.

“You wish, sweetheart.”

Laughing, she said, “I’ve seen a lot of cock in my days, vampire. I’m sure yours is nothing special.”

Geoffrey couldn’t help but smile. He liked her. “I beg to differ, but I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

Her drink was delivered and she took a healthy swallow, regarding him silently. He had a feeling meeting her here a second time wasn’t random in the least.

“So, you know Romaric?”

“You could say that,” he replied.

“How well?”

“We don’t get together for afternoon tea and fucking biscuits, if that’s what you’re asking. We have a … common business interest. So, you talked to Romaric, then?” Of course he knew she did, he just wondered how much she would volunteer.

“Yes.” She hesitated before continuing. “It’s serious.”

“I gathered.”

“He could die.” She looked genuinely concerned for Romaric’s wellbeing and not for the first time he wondered the nature of their relationship. Not that it was really his business, but he was a nosy SOB.

“And you care …?” He’d asked her this question before and didn’t get a straight answer.

Smirking, “I told you. I’m an old friend and I care about him. He’s got a good soul.”

“You are aware how powerful Romaric is, yes?”

“Yes. But his father is more so. Or at least … different.”

Geoffrey thought on this for a moment. As The Reaper, Romaric could essentially steal another vampire’s power and it became his own. Since Romaric’s father would also possess the same skill and had lived longer, he’d had the chance to acquire more. Or different, as Ainsley had suggested. A thought crossed his mind.