The Vampire & the Reporter (8 page)

“You obviously don’t share this same fear.”

“
Meu
dulciuri
, you have always owned my heart, always will. Without you I am nothing.”

Kyra’s heart swelled at his declaration. “Had I not met you, I would have selected a suitable vamp from a prominent f
amily to share my existence but thus far I had managed to put it off
. Perhaps we would have had a child, but my heart would not be completely whole, not so long as you existed on this earth with
out
me.”

What he’d said should have overwhelmed her, but in the most inner workings of her heart and mind she knew it was the truth.

“So now what?” she asked, finally looking up at him.

In answer he held out his hand. “Now you come with me.”

Kyra complied without hesitation, easily unfolding herself from the window seat. Within seconds she was in his arms, succumbing to his firm embrace. It was amazing how a man she hadn’t k
nown existed
could suddenly become
such a prominent figure in her life. Her heart raced at his touch. When s
he looked up into his
eyes her legs threatened to
give way. If it were not for his arms easily engulfing
her waist, she was certain she would be an embarrassing heap at his
feet.

You feel it too, meu ducliri
?

Yes, dear God, she did feel it. Emotions she’d never experienced threatened to burst through her like a tidal wave, to drown her if she didn’t hold on to the lifeline he offered. Was this what love felt like? She’d heard people describe it, had even thought the affection she felt for William was the r
eal thing. She realized now
it didn’t compare to what she was feeling for Dumitri.

He bent to take her lips in a tender kiss that had her pressing her body into his, her own mouth taking the lead in her desire for more of him.

Dumitri seemed to bask in her eager r
esponse, holding her tighter in
his
arms.

Kyra felt a brief floating sensation before realizi
ng
he had transported them
to the windowless room from earlier.

He pulled away slightly. “Are you ready,
meu ducliri
?”

“No,” she admitted, feeling the instant stiffening in his body. “But I want you, want to be at your side from now till eternity.”

If he wer
e of the Werekind, Dumitri
was certain he would be howling his joy now for all to hear. Instead, he busied himself with manually peeling the leather off his mate’s lush curves. How beautiful she was, he thought, as the zipper at the back gave way to expose her ass.

“You are perfection. Never have I seen a woma
n as lovely as you.” He nuzzled
her neck with his seeking mouth, nipping the skin lightly. The one-piece material slid surprisingly easily from her body. Underneath she wore leather thong-like panties that served only one purpose, to arouse. He sucked in a quick breath at the impact of seeing her as he’d envisioned for so many months. Finally, she would be his.

She kicked away the smooth material of the cat suit, enjoying the way Dumitri’s
eyes lingered on her firm body as she wiggled out of the thong panties.

His enormous arousal was evident in the legging-style pants he wore, leaving nothing to the imagination. Eager to see all of him, she tore at the buttons of his filmy loose-fitting shirt. In her haste, several of the round obj
ects dislodged and flew helter
skelter around the room.

Her e
yes feasted on
his muscular torso, she spared
him one last glance before pressing butterfly kisses against h
is chest with deliberate slowness
. Dumitri
at her initiative. Just getting started, she switched her attention to a turgid nipple. His sharp intake of breath and the feel of his masculine hands tangled in her hair was all the encouragement she
needed. She flicked the
nipple with her tongue several times before switching to its neglected brethren.

With one finger under her chin, Dumitri dislodged
her mouth, causing her to look
up at him with questioning eyes.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,”
he instructed, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

Kyra complied without reluctance, pressing her
bare breasts against his hair-
roughened skin.

“Dear God, I need you,” he muttered into her neck, inhaling her heady scent. She smelled of fresh jasmine. He’d never known a person could be so sweet.

With long st
rides he had them at his
bed.
She tilted her head giving him
better access to her throat.
Dumitri resisted the temptation to drink from her exposed
flesh, to take her sweet lifesblood
into his body.

He lifted her further until her breasts were level with his eager mouth. Kyra threw her head back with the pleasure of his lip’s first contact, b
urying her fingers in his thick mane
.

“Oh… yes.” She sighed as he swirled his tongue around one erect nipple, switching to pay equal reverence to the other until she fisted her hands in his hair. He pulled away, easing her down his body to give her another of his impassioned kisses before allowing her to slide the remainder of the way
to the satin sheets. His pants
dissolved away, permitting his engorged cock free rein. On her knees, she touched him tentatively with curious fingers. When he didn’t make a move to halt her perusal, she wrapped her fingers around his thick flesh.

“
Meu ducliri
.” He moaned.

Kyra smiled mischievously at his heated response. She dropped down to lay on her stomach, catching Dumitri completely off guard.

“You don’t have to do that,” he croaked, just as her tongue darted out to taste the salty tip of his cock.

“But I want to.” She peered up at him with hooded eyes.

He crooned as she slowly took him in, inch by inch. He was lost in the total sensation of having her mouth stroke him, watching as her head bobbed rapidly. Leaning over her prone body while she continued her wonderful sucking, he stroked her velvety back with one large hand. Gradually moving to her round firm buttocks, he squeezed it appreciatively before dipping further to spread her legs apart. He slipped expert fingers between her open thighs until he came in contact with the object of his desire.

“Aahhh,” Kyra sighed around his engorged cock, spreading her legs even wider to allow him deeper access to her ravenous cunt. He fingered her in rhythm with her suctioning mouth. Her mouth full of him, she cried out in protest when he pulled his drenched fingers out of her channel.

“Don’t move,” he growled as he slid the soaked fingers between her butt cheeks, zeroing in on his new target. He traced the puckered flesh of her anus, teasing the tiny hole before edging into the tight confines of the walls.

Kyra tensed in automatic reaction.

“Relax,
meu ducliri
. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His words seemed to have an instant calming effect on her body because her muscles relaxed of their own accord, granting him further entrance into her tight ass.
For
several moments she lay still, not making any sudden movements while he stretched her with his thick finger. When he was kn
uckle deep in her tightness, he
began a gradual twirling motion that nearly rocketed her off the bed.

Oh my, oh my, she repeated mentally while moaning over his stiff c
ock. Never in her wildest imagination
had she thought to be able to gain
so much pleasure from this type of intrusion. To show her appreciation, she took him deeply into her mouth again and again, sucking as one woul
d over a favored treat
. She repeated the action until he removed the thick finger from her ass.

“I will not waste my seed in your mouth,” he growled while pulling her greedy
lips
away from his rigid cock.

Kyra wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t mind, but the words never had a
chance to formulate
. In seconds, Dumitri had her positioned on all fours while he guided hi
s engorged member into her
core.

“Aahh,” Kyra cried. Her head fell forward from the pleasure of having him drive into her over and over, her breasts swaying from the fierce domina
tion. Just when she thought
she couldn’t take anymore, he slid an arm underneath her, his fingers finding their mark on her aroused clit.

“I… I… oh my God, oh my God,” was all she could manage, her impending climax loomed in the distance like a beacon of light, which her body seemed to gallop toward.

“Submit to me,” came his rough request a
nd she knew immediately what he
meant. Tossing her curly mass of hair to one side, she bared her neck for him, not having to wait long before she felt the sharp stab of incisors in her soft flesh. The light became even brighter, blinding her as her orgasm racked her body.

“I’m coming!” she yelled, while he continued to pound her with determined strokes.

He drove into her with the uncontrollable force of a man on the edge of sanity, easily encircling her small waist, pulling her repeatedly onto his ramming cock. The need to completely possess her was like nothing he’d ever experienced, and he knew he could never get enough of her.
The combina
tion of her orgasm and the saccharine
taste of her blood flooding his
mouth pushed him over the edge, causing his seed to burst forth into her welcoming womb like a tidal wave. Even after the last ounce of him spurted into her body, he continued to drink from her quivering body. Finally, he forced himself away, flipping her in his arms while using an extended fingernail to slice an opening for her own feeding just below his neck.

“
A bea meu dulciuri, a fi unul cu eu pentru tot timp
.”
Drink my sweet, become one with me for all time.

Although weak, she did just that, taking in his sweetness like a hungry babe.

“Lay with me,” he said moments later, pulling her down with him on the soft surface. “You must rest and gain your strength.”

“I can’t sleep now. There is so much t
o consider. Do you realize
when I wake up tomorrow I will no longer be Kyra Rochelle Littleton, ordinary reporter?” she said shakily, feeling both drained and alert.

“I doubt if you were ever ordinary,
meu sotie
.”

“What exactly does that mean?” She loved it whe
n he spoke in his native tongue
to her.

“
Meu sotie
?
It means ‘my wife’.”

Wife, the word rang in her ears. “I’m a wife
? My God, I don’t even know the
simple things
a wife should know
about her partner;
like your favorite color, if you prefer boxers or briefs, how many children you want.”

Laughter
vibrate
d
in his chest. “Blue, although I’m becoming very fond of mahogany, neither, and as many as you will give me.”

She smiled at his answers before giving him a playful punch. “Hey, how come when you thought you were going to spend eternity with a pure vampire you only wanted one? If you think that I’m going to be a baby factory for you, then you
better change your thought process quick
, bucko.”

“Had I married a vamp, we would have been lucky to produce one child. With a
descendant of a Worthy as my
life
mate
, there is no limit to how many we can have.”