Sins of the Undead Patriot (17 page)

That was the thing, wasn’t it? Neither her mind, nor her body wanted to stop this. She was pathetic. For months, all she’d felt was vacant, and more recently, objectified but Vaihan made her feel special–important, like she mattered. Maybe she had no self-preservation left in her. Foolishly believed she could cope with the fallout when all the cards were on the table. She couldn’t let her emotions run amok.

Chapter 15

How he would pull back, if she couldn’t bear him any further, Vaihan didn’t know, but he would end it.

“And miss out on my pleasure? Not a chance.” She brought his hand to her cheek and rubbed into his palm. Her sinfully dark eyes flickered with desire.

A faint male scent lingered on her skin. She’d had physical contact with this male, but to what extent was hard to tell. It could be a comforting touch of a close friend. Or more. It had occurred since he’d last seen her. They hadn’t discussed the boundaries of their relationship, so he hadn’t the right to question her or be jealous. Yet, he didn’t want any one touching her but him...

Vaihan drew her into his body, warming her cool skin with his heat.

“Nicely done,” Mr. Tanner said. “Physical contact was maintained as you checked in with each other. Leera, have you thought about what part of your body you’d like Vaihan to learn?”

Wheels turned behind her intense gaze. Where on her body would she want his touch? When he placed his hands on her, she didn’t pull away. As Mr. Tanner led her to the other bed and Vaihan hopped off his, her half-mast eyes paused at his semierect cock. In that department, he more than measured up to human males, surpassed most, even. He pulled the robe over his nude body and tied the belt around his waist.

She bit down on her lip and climbed up on the bed across from his. “My thighs.”

His heart thumped against his rib cage. In no way had he expected her to request him to endure the delight of her meaty flesh beneath his careful touch.

Mr. Tanner covered her with a sheet and she slipped her housecoat off. Had she stripped? He’d soon find out.

“Vaihan, how do you feel about Leera’s request?”

Thrilled. Hungry. But not in the pit of his stomach. More of an ache in his soul. The longing to share a deep connection with a female had resurfaced since he’d met her. So far, Leera Waltz blew him away in every sense, and in unexpected ways. She had the courage he could only wish for in a partner.

“Anxious. In the dual sense of wanting too intensely, and uneasy.” Over half a century had passed since he’d stood at this threshold. He needed to maintain control of his ability to pull back. He would not permit the hunger inside him to cross into the caution zone. Though, he did want her to let go so he could bring her ecstasy. There was nothing more satisfying than watching a woman orgasm from pleasure he’d given her. Tonight, she might never draw the line, and he wouldn’t seek one.

“I’m going to put Leera in a semiseated position with her legs spread so you may be face to face during the exchange.” Mr. Tanner pressed a button that raised her to a seated position, then went to the foot, and unhooked the end. Her legs parted like the Red Sea. Deliverance at the pinnacle? If not, at least release. Vaihan swallowed.

Mr. Tanner brought the cover down between her legs, tucked it beneath her buttocks. “Please, come take my place.”

She was beautiful, with her curls skimming her exposed shoulder and collarbone. Vaihan moved into position. The thin white sheet was folded beneath her arms. The dark circles of her areola with the hard, centered buds of her nipples showed through. A triangle of gathered fabric wrapped around her meaty thighs, covering her sex. The entrance to heaven.

As hunger filled his shaft, he smiled at Leera.

“Do you remember the scanning technique?” Mr. Tanner stopped in front of the room’s door.

At this moment, he didn’t know if he could remember his name, let alone a newly learned skill. Somehow, he’d manage. “Yes.”

“Start at her knee and work your way up,” Mr. Tanner instructed.

He could do that. “Any preference which I start with?”

“Both need your attention.” Leera relaxed into the support behind her.

“So diplomatic. You wouldn’t happen to be part Swiss?” Vaihan coiled his fingers and palms side by side around the outer ridge of her thigh.

“Not even a smidgen.”

Beneath his examination, her cool flesh warmed. The velvety texture of her skin danced against his palms like a cool breeze. As he glided upward, the muscles under her flesh tensed, and so did his balls. As she parted her lips, a soft gasp lingered in the air. With his eyes locked on hers, he absorbed her intensity. He reached the edge of the sheet, descended further in and continued. Sailing along, he pressed into her inner thigh, to her trim dark curls.

She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. “Revisit.” She had no intention of making this easy on him.

Nor did he want her to, as he couldn’t remember when he’d last felt this alive. “My pleasure.” He moved to her other leg. Slowly, he glided up her thigh. Beneath his touch, her skin grew hot. Pink flushed her face and upper chest. “I do enjoy the changes in pigment to your skin when you’re aroused.”

She smiled.

A hint of peach rippled through the scent of her excitement, as his fingers met the seam of her inner leg.

Both her hands clutched the sheet. “Revisit.”

Not so easy, receiving. “I think we are now at the stage where I am to withhold and occasionally give you what you desire.” He grinned.

The door opened and closed. Mr. Tanner took his leave.

They were alone.

“Because I enjoy you so much, this will be very difficult for me, as I want to give you all the pleasure you seek.” He kneaded the skin beneath his hands next to her inner thigh. “I will try and do justice to the torturous job you did on me.”

“Revenge, is it?”

“Never. I only wish to make you feel as alive as you do me.” He brushed the curls of her sex with the tips of his fingers.

She pressed her pelvis forward. “Remain.” The inner muscles of her thigh quivered.

“I don’t know if I should.” He trailed his touch away.

“Shall I beg?” She rested her hand on his forearm.

“Never,
beaute
. I shall always aim to please you.”

Her dark brown eyes met his gaze. “Vaihan, explain the restrictions between us physically.”

Limitations. Pain gripped his heart. He stepped back. Of course, all the things she could share with a man would lie between them. Despite the restrictions, he’d worked to perfect his ability to satisfy a human female’s sexual needs, but what lacked always created a barrier.

“Please, don’t shut down on me.” Leera grabbed his hand, tugging him toward her. “I want to understand.” Guiding his hand between her thighs, she pushed the fabric further away, revealing the shimmering bronze folds and pink inner lips. She offered herself to him in this way to keep him connected.

His heart pounded. Beneath his fingers she was slick.

Breathing in quick shallow breaths, she covered his hand with hers and pressed his fingers to her tender flesh. “Please, remain.” She settled back.

This hadn’t been his last point of contact–not that he’d make note of it, if she elevated the intimacy. He gained more of what he wanted. Her. He smiled then traced her slick outer labia. “Like this?”

“Yes.” She forced her sex into his touch.

“Very well.” He massaged her pulsating nub. “My fluids cannot have contact with any open part of your body. My preference is at all, but no more than tiny amounts at a time.” Slipping his caress to the swell of moisture, he smeared her need all over her folds.

“Good.” She thrust her bottom forward.

What did she mean,
good
? He went from worrying she would be upset to wondering why she didn’t want his fluids to touch her. “How?”

She lowered her brow. “I’d been worried I couldn’t put your cock in my mouth.”

Her full lips wrapped around him. Mmm. He shook the image away. Maybe he hadn’t been clear. “You can’t.”

“What are you talking about? You just said no contact with your body fluid, so I can lick and suck it until precum–fluid finds its way to the tip.”

If something happened to her because he lost control, he wouldn’t forgive himself. “It’s far too risky.”

“The same would go for unprotected intercourse.” She gasped. “We’ll just have to find ways to manage.”

Most women freaked at the idea, and she was figuring out ways to work around it for bare contact. Not since his mortal life had he been inside a woman with nothing between them. At least, not a woman he intended to have live past the encounter. Precum collected at the tip of his cock. He brushed her clit with his index finger.

She jerked forward. “Harder.”

The idea of coming inside her with protection on made him too anxious. And was not something he intended to do. Even with double or triple prophylactics. What if all the condoms broke? With his luck, some type of a one in two billion scenario would occur.

The risk to her was too great. “Not possible.”

Leera slid her hand inside his robe, inching to the ridges of his scars and grazed them. “Inevitable.” She pressed his fingers down, into her wet opening.

Tight. Her inner walls stretched around his intrusion, as he kissed her collarbone, he pushed two fingers inside her.

“Harder.” She scraped his scar with her nails.

He groaned. He’d be damned if he’d stop. He wanted her. Every part of her to respond to him. To be his. How primal and instinctual. And he didn’t care if it made him weak. He withdrew then thrust a third finger in, and pressing his thumb to her clit, circling.

She lowered the sheet, exposing her full breasts. Dark chocolate areolas with centered peaks. Freely, she offered herself to him. Unlike any other woman. As he pumped his fingers in and out, he skimmed over a bud with his lips. Wax, peach and her sex filled his breath. He pressed his stiff cock to her thigh.

“Vaihan.” With her plump lips, she met his chest then scratched his flesh using her teeth.

The coolness of her skin washed over him. The urge gripped him. He fought the intense impulse to consume her. The room closed in around him as he plunged his fingers inside her folds. Her juices ran onto his palm. Jaw clenched, he wanted to see to her fulfillment.

“Yes, Leera?” He sped the inner stroking of her canal.

She whimpered. Her fluid ran down his forearm.

Wound tight, his core quivered with the desire to bite into the tender flesh. The push-pull of having a woman in his arms twisted him. But he would see to her needs–to her release. He had to.

“Stop.”

He froze. Barely able to keep it together, he held his breath. Had he hurt her?

“Please pull out.” Her voice was barely audible.

He relaxed his fingers and withdrew them then straightened upright. Face turned from him, she covered her nudity.

“Did I injure you?” Fear lodged in his throat, and he swallowed it back.

“No. I’m sorry... I can’t believe I-I–” She hopped off with a sheet around her, housecoat in hand. “I’m going to go get dressed and then I’d like you to take me home. Okay?”

How badly had he screwed this up, if she wanted to go home?

“Sure.” He wouldn’t push her. Not when he’d let things go too far, too fast, and she wasn’t ready.

Chapter 16

Rowley shifted in his driver’s seat. A stream of staggering females exited the z-luv club in an old Victorian brownstone. He bet the people who’d built these places couldn’t have imagined in their wildest of dreams what the house would be used for. The women’s glossy eyes gleamed in the night as they stepped on the porch greeting the costumers. If he couldn’t get Leera to see the light about Vaihan, this would be her. These women were better off dead than in the state they were in. The addiction turned them into demons.

“You’d better not fuck this up, McKie.” The Fed talked too much.

“If this creature can give me the materials I need, it and I will be the best of pals.” In his day-to-day life, he had no reason to pretend. “You, Mr. DeGruis, need to get me the name of the individual who ran over Leera Waltz’s husband.” The extra job he was asking him to take on would have a price. If he could help it, Rowley would be long gone before the man could come collecting.

“Wasn’t the case a hit and run?” DeGruis slid back into the passenger seat.

“Perhaps. Except that someone has contacted Ms. Waltz claiming they were the driver. So, either the person is a nut job playing a sick game with a grieving woman, or maybe the police report is a lie. Another option is, getting away with the crime has left the driver with a guilty conscience, but someone knows something.” If the person was a nut, he’d picked the wrong woman to mess with, and Rowley would make sure the individual paid. “With all the dignitaries living in the demilitarized perimeter, I wouldn’t put it past the government to lie to the public or the victim’s family.”

“I’ll look into the matter and see what I can dig up.”