Redemption of Fate (Fate Series Book 2) (21 page)

“I don’t know; too long,” she panted pulling one hand free and pushing it into Jared’s hair as she tried to force his mouth back down to hers. Jared fought against her a little, grasping her forearm as he flashed r a crooked, fang-revealing grin which flooded her panties with moisture.
 

In a blur, he spun them around, pinning her hands against the wall above her head as he pressed his body against her.

“You need to feed,” he whispered against her neck before he ran his tongue slowly across her sensitive skin. Keeping her arms restrained with one hand, he used the other to reach between them and unbuckle the leather holster which crisscrossed her chest.
 

“You expect me to go down to the blood room feeling like this?” she rasped, pushing her hips forward in an attempt to temper the ache building in her core.
 

“No; I’m going to feed you,” he whispered before he crushed his mouth to hers again. “But first I’m going to undress you,” he continued, releasing her wrists and sliding the straps off of her shoulders. The whole contraption fell to the floor with a loud clang as the short swords knocked together.

“Oh,” she replied, swallowing hard as the thought of taking his blood kicked her hunger and her arousal up another notch. Jared swiftly unfastened the buckle of her belt and added it and the twin Glocks it held to the pile on the floor before he dropped down to his knees and starting working on the laces of her boots.

Standing, he scooped her up and placed one arm beneath her knees as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He sat her down on the black comforter which covered his king-sized bed and pulled off her boots and socks, tossing them aside.

Jared stood upright, grabbing her hands and pulling her up with him. As she slid up against his body, he groaned at the feel of his hardness running between her breasts and down her stomach through the denim and spandex layers still between them. Gripping the hem of her shirt, he slowly pulled it up as she raised her arms in assistance. His breath caught as he looked down at her twin peaks unexpectedly covered by feminine black lace, her hard nipples jutting out under the delicate fabric.
 

Cami reached back and pulled out the tight band which held back her hair, letting the long raven curls tumble over her shoulders. Jared grasped a long tendril in his hand, inhaling the delicate scent of her shampoo and then rubbing it between his fingers.
 

When he reached for the button of her fatigues, she reciprocated, grabbing a hold of the waist of his jeans and quickly releasing the copper-colored button. Just as she got the zipper all the way down, he dropped back down to his knees and slowly began tugging her pants down over her smooth, muscular legs while he kissed his way along her well-toned stomach.
 

She giggled as he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, discovering for the first time that she was ticklish there. Looking up at her with a wicked glint in his eye, he slid his tongue down from there to the top of her lacy black thong. He nibbled the skin there before pressing a kiss over her most sensitive flesh through the thin material. He inhaled deeply as a fresh wave of arousal poured from her skin. Realizing that she needed blood more than she needed the pleasure he intended to give her with his mouth, he reluctantly stood, with his open jeans hanging delectably low on his trim hips.

The smallest push from Cami and they crumpled to the floor around his already-bare feet. She felt her stomach do a somersault as she looked down at his exposed flesh. Apparently, Jared wasn’t a fan of underwear because there was nothing left to conceal the sheer size of him.
 

Sensing her nerves, Jared pulled her against him and pressed his mouth down upon hers, sliding his tongue achingly slowly along the seam of her lips.
 

Tentatively, Cami reached between them and gripped the stalk of his erect manhood, surprised by how silky and soft the skin was against her palm.
 

Jared groaned as she started to move her hand up and down and greedily deepened their kiss. He pressed forward into her touch as he placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her back on the bed. Covering her body with his, he slid an arm around and under her back before rolling them both over.
 

Lying on top of him, Cami stared down into his stormy gray eyes; her breath catching as she took in all of the emotion swimming in their depths.

“I love you, Cami,” he whispered as they continued to stare at one another. “Drink from me; I want to give you everything you need and more,” he continued as he tilted his head back and to the side.
 

Cami’s eyes widened as she took in the deliciously slow thrum of his pulse beating in the vein there. Her fangs, which had retracted slightly from earlier, dropped back down to their full length as she leaned down and swiped her tongue along his carotid artery.
 

Jared gripped her hips tightly as she struck, her fangs cutting through the soft flesh with ease. He growled his approval as her first long pull sent a jolt through his body and straight to his achingly-hard length. Running on pure instinct, Cami’s hips began to thrust involuntarily; grinding her hot flesh against him through the thin fabric barrier of her panties.
 

He responded in kind, grinding his hips upward to meet each of her thrusts, feeling her incredible heat against his tender flesh and striving to get even closer; his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. As she continued to drink, Jared pulled on the thin straps of her thong, the material snapping free easily before he gripped under her thighs, lifted her and positioned his wide tip between her wet folds. He held her there, suspending her as he rocked her back and forth so the head of his cock slid over the tender flesh, skating over her engorged clit before returning to her tight opening. With each pass more of her sweet moisture coated him as he pressed a little harder; testing, teasing, torturing them both.

Her body began to quiver as an orgasm built and she struggled against Jared’s grip while she remained attached to his neck, trying desperately to push her body down onto his, aching to feel him inside her. Sensing that she was close, and feeling precariously close the edge himself, Jared eased his hold slightly, letting her slick heat sink a little further down onto his throbbing cock. When he met with the delicate barrier there, he stopped, squeezing his eyes shut from the sweet torture.

“Fuck, Cami; you’re so tight,” he husked, “I can’t, I can’t hold back much longer.”

She released her grip on his vein and slid her tongue over the marks there as she lifted her head, feeling slightly drunk and on fire with need. “Please, Jared. God; please fuck me,” she begged.

Hearing those words, his body took over with his hips thrusting upward forcefully as he released his hold on her legs and she sunk down onto his cock, the thin barrier of flesh giving way with a slight pop. She cried out from the pain, her nails digging into Jared’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood as she buried her face against his chest. With great struggle, he remained motionless waiting for the pain to subside; his body trembling from the effort as he fought the urge to move inside her. She was so tight; her body surrounding him so completely, drowning him in her sweet juices. Every little movement she made, every breath she took seemed to squeeze him tighter, pushing him closer and closer to the edge until finally she began to relax against him.

Lifting her head and pressing up with her arms, she began to move her hips against him as the pain gave way to pleasure. Jared moaned as she moved forward and her hot flesh stroked up his length before she slid back down again. With him buried to the hilt, Cami swiveled her hips in small circles, drinking in the feel of him as a tingling sensation spread across her body.
 

Unable to hold back any longer, Jared rolled them over and pressed himself even deeper, sending her over the edge as she called out his name in ecstasy. Her body pulsed around him, squeezing his cock like a wet fist, which quickly set of his own exquisite climax as he continued to thrust inside her.
 

When their bodies finally stilled, Jared lifted up on his elbows and looked down at Cami as she stroked his back lazily, her eyes closed and a small satisfied smile on her face.
 

“What are you thinking?” he asked as he started to roll away from her, but she gripped on to him and held him in place.
 

“Don’t move yet; I like this, feeling you all over me,” she said opening her eyes. “I was just thinking I can’t believe I waited so long for this. If I had known…” Her voice trailed off.

“If you had known what?” he pressed

“Just, wow; I never realized it would be like this. If I had known I don’t think I would have—”

“Don’t even say it,” he said cutting her off. “You were made for me. This experience, this incredible experience wasn’t just sex, it was us; soul mates coming together for the first time. It wouldn’t be like this with anyone else; that is why you waited. You were waiting for me.”

Cami smiled and started stroking his hair where it fell forward onto his forehead, but her smile quickly faded into a frown.
 

“That’s a nice sentiment, but you’ve clearly been with other women,” she said bitterly as she turned her head away from him. As soon as the words left her lips, she was angry with herself for acting so childishly; but her jealously was stronger than her sense of reason.
 

Jared lifted his hand and gently turned her back to face him. “Are you jealous?” he said with a slight chuckle, which only pissed her off further. She pushed him off of her and jumped from the bed, gathering up her clothes as she moved towards the bathroom.
 

“Cami; wait,” he demanded speeding across the room to block her escape.
 

“Move out of my way,” she commanded as she regarded him angrily.

He just stood there completely naked, staring at her standing there with her arms full of her things, her eyes blazing, her black curly hair crazily framing her beautifully-flushed face.
 

“There’s been no one else, Cami; only you. This was my first time as well,” he stated stepping towards her to take the clothes from her arms. Seeing the truth in his eyes, she relented, letting him drop everything to the floor and pull her against him. He kissed her lips softly and started moving them back towards the bed. “Come on; I want to hold you.”

Jared sat on the bed, turning her and pulling her with him. He slid them to the middle and wrapped his body around hers, her back to his front. She snuggled into him and started to relax, suddenly feeling very tired. She turned her head back towards him. “Well, at least now we’ll save some time,” she stated with a yawn.

“What do you mean?” he asked, puzzled by her statement.

“If you’d been with other women it would have taken me a while to hunt them down and kill them,” she replied sounding completely serious.

Jared just laughed, unsure if she was being sincere; but judging by the way the thought of another man touching her made him feel, he was pretty certain she was.

CHAPTER 18 -
Comrades Lost

Layla stepped through the thick curtain to the VIP room at Blood Runners, her sharp green eyes immediately cutting to their usual table, the one she’d shared with Dante more times than she could count over the years. A wave of disappointment washed over her when she didn’t see his muscular frame occupying a seat.
 

Taking a breath, she immediately picked up on his intoxicatingly masculine scent as she continued to survey the room. It was a typical crowd of rich civilians sprinkled with an occasional human brought in from the other room.
 

“
Looks like you missed him,” Jasmine said over Layla’s shoulder. “I don’t know why you bother asking anything here,” she continued referring to the tight-lipped bouncer. They all knew the deal at Blood Runners. You could ask, but they wouldn’t tell.

“Sorry, Layla; but we’re here now. Might as well make the most of it,” Rachel said stepping around her two companions on her way to the booth.
 

As Rachel slid onto the seat, her eyes went wide, shooting to Jasmine as she shook her head. No sooner than her ass made contact with the bench, she was back on her feet and in front of Layla.
 

“We should grab another table,” she said trying to move her friends towards the other side of the room.

“What the hell, Rachel, we always—,” Layla swallowed the rest of her words as Rachel’s motivation for moving became apparent.
 

“Maybe it wasn’t him,” Jasmine said trying to ease the hurt which flashed across Layla’s eyes as she picked up the scent of a human woman. And sex.
 

“I’m fine,” Layla said in a tone of agitation. “We’re just friends; he can do as he pleases,” she added attempting to school her features into a mask of disinterest as she sat down.

Jasmine gave Rachel a knowing look as both women reluctantly followed suit and joined Layla.

“You two can stop looking at each other like that,” she said, glaring at her friends.

“Sorry, Layla; but it’s just us. You don’t have to try and act so tough about it; we know how you feel about him. What we don’t get is how you can spend so much time with him, letting him talk about all those other women, and not just tell him.”

Layla let out a heavy sigh. “I’m going to tell him; I tried to back on the compound, but everything got all fucked up.”

“Really?” Rachel asked with surprise. “What the hell finally changed your mind?”

Layla looked at her with uncertainty. “I heard him talking to Martinez about kissing Cami. I know you’re friends with her and she said nothing is going on, but he likes her; I think he always has and I don’t know,” she paused leaning back against the seat, “I guess before, with the other women, they were all just strangers; mostly humans, so I know it never really meant anything. But with Cami it’s more. I think if she wanted, they would be together, as a real couple.”