Vampire Awakening (10 page)

Sexy and dangerous seemed to be a lethal combination for her, an irresistible lure. She crossed the clearing and stood at the water’s edge. The beautiful sight of the still water awed her. It shone like cut glass spread out before her. The bright moon offered plenty of light for them to see, making it easy for her to notice from the corner of her eye Caleb searching the area. Maybe he was paranoid and maybe he wasn’t. Either way the man was on guard. Even as he backtracked to the motorcycle, he noticed everything around him. His gaze tracked all around them, constantly searching. He even carried his tall frame in a loose, defensive manner. She had no idea what he was thinking, but he really did expect trouble.

“Talk to me, Caleb. Tell me what's going on. You said I’m in danger which makes not a lick of sense.”

He paused, his crystal blue eyes piercing through her. The intensity frightened her and her knees began to shake. Under his scrutiny, she felt vulnerable yet for some crazy reason protected.

“I suspect it has something to do with your memory loss, Abby. It didn't take much research to learn that in most cases of nonphysical trauma amnesia, it's due to some form of mental trauma.” His fingertips touched her forehead, tracing down her cheek to her lips. His rough fingers stroked across her parted lips, dipping beyond the entrance to her mouth.

“But there was a car accident.”

Caleb shook his head. “No there wasn’t. You were just made to believe that.”

She didn’t understand but his fingers stroking across her skin made it difficult for her to think straight. His every touch set her on fire. This crazy need she felt for him every time she saw him overwhelmed her senses and overrode her common sense. She just wanted to live in the moment, and in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to be devoured by her cowboy.

“Unless your memory returns, we may not know exactly what your pursuer wants.”

“That doesn’t make sense. I can’t make my memories suddenly reappear. The doctors tell me it will all come back when I'm ready. Which sounds like a ridiculous thing to say. I want to remember and I want to remember now.”

“Are you certain about that, Abby? What if the truth is more painful than you can imagine? Are you really prepared for that?”

“I don't care how painful the memory is; not knowing is driving me crazy.”

Caleb's lips caressed her own with quick, feather light kisses, bathing her face with his warm breath. “Be sure, Abby, be sure. Once your memory returns, you will never again forget what it is you wanted to forget in the first place.”

Her heartbeat quickened at the slow, sexy timbre of his voice. He was talking about her memory and she could only think of him. From the minute she’d left her small house until he’d suddenly arrived, she’d thought of him. She’d take a breath and she’d remember his scent. Even if her head could deny her feelings, her body gave her away. Her nipples tightened and ached against the flimsy lace of her bra, and her panties dampened from the hot moisture of her arousal. She clenched her vaginal muscles and thighs in a useless attempt to control her body.

His nostrils flared as if he scented her lust. A low, dangerous hiss carried between them. That coupled with the scary intensity across his face, gave her the undeniable impression of a true predator. One looking to devour her. From the clenching jaw to the hard swallow causing his adam’s apple to bulge, he looked every inch a man on the edge of his own control.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, girl.” The change in his voice startled her as much as it made her wetter. Dark. Hard. Rough. Those were the images that tone conjured in her brain.

Her unusual thoughts forgotten when his lips pressed roughly to her mouth, his tongue plunging inside. Lips. Tongue. Teeth. Everything clashed. The hard rush of lust surged through her, awakening her from the inside out.

He brought his arms around her shoulders, pulling her hard against him. His hands slipped underneath her shirt, pulling it up and above her bra, exposing her to the cool night air. That splash of cold allowed Abby to see a little through the fog of her brain.

“Caleb, we are—”

“Shh,” he whispered quietly against her mouth, his tone of command unmistakable. “Trust me.” His hand slid up her spine, grasping and releasing her bra, allowing her breasts to spill into the hand that had traveled to her front. A tremor of nervous energy went through her as he gently squeezed her left breast before grasping the stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving a tight squeeze along with a slight tug. Her moan flooded his mouth as her hips ground into him. Her desperate need reached a fevered pitch. Abby shifted her thighs in an attempt to increase the friction between them a fraction more.

This close. This free. He felt
sooo
good. The wet slide of his tongue elicited another moan and a sharp twinge between her thighs. She imagined if they stayed just like this he could make her come from a kiss alone.

She rubbed against him. Her breasts aching, her pussy dying to have him inside—thrusting. Just thinking of the way he stretched and filled her nearly drove her over the edge.

More.

Oh God.

It wasn’t enough.

Caleb trailed his right hand down across Abby’s denim-covered ass to the edge of her short skirt. As his fingers disappeared under the hem, he heard the rapid acceleration of her heartbeat, the flow of her blood. Tonight she would have to feed from him so that he could get a glimpse into her memory. The situation with her was spiraling out of his control and he needed to know what Russell wanted from her.

In order for her to feed from him, she would have to be enthralled, and thus far, she'd managed to resist him pretty damn well. 

His best shot at success was during an orgasm when her mind was most vulnerable. Unfortunately the very thought of her clenching around him made him nearly forget his mission and blindly fuck her to sate the unreasonable need he felt for this woman.

He slipped his fingers straight past the edge of her panties to the slick and ready pussy that awaited him and nearly went blind. She was so fucking wet. A throaty whimper slipped through her lips and went straight to his dick.

“I can’t stop touching you. You’re everywhere, Abby. In my thoughts, in my dreams…” Caleb pushed through her swollen folds with ease, plunging two fingers into her passage. Damn. She was so damned tight.

Abby lifted her head and screamed, the sound echoing into the quiet night.

He withdrew from her pussy a split second before the thrust them insider her once again. Over and over he repeated the pattern. Her hips bucked wildly and every grip of her muscles told him how close she was to coming apart.

Not yet. He abandoned her nipple, pushing her back against the tree behind her. With a growl, he dropped to his knees, pushing her skirt up and her legs slightly apart. He ripped the silk panties away from her flesh and leaned forward and stopped a breath away from her sweet mound. Her scent intoxicated him. If he had more time and more control around her he’d keep her like this for a very long time, waiting for him to give her what she wanted. After she begged of course.

“Please, Caleb,” she breathed.

He smiled and pushed forward until the tip of his tongue touched her tiny protruding clit. At the first contact, she cried out, tilting her hips forward until he buried his tongue between the lush folds. This time he touched her everywhere but where she most wanted him. He swirled his tongue through the slit and around the labia, making sure to avoid her sensitive clit. He wasn't ready for her to come yet. With his free hand, he tightly cupped her ass, held her in place and feasted on her like the starved man he was.

With his fingers still buried in her sex, he began a steady in and out motion, dragging her fluids across every nerve ending he could find. He continued to lick and swirl around her clit, bringing her close to orgasm over and over, but making sure to decrease the pressure right before he thought she would go over.

The time had come. Distracting her with a hefty push of his mind and by adding a third finger to her quaking pussy, Caleb sank his lengthened fangs into the vein of her inner thigh, and drank deeply of her honeyed blood. Strength and love for his woman flowed through him, energizing and overpowering him. The need to take her both in body and spirit, rode him harder than a beast from hell rode for freedom. After one last strong pull, he forced himself to stop before taking her too far. He quickly swiped his tongue across her wounds to stop the flow of blood and then licked his lips of the last precious drops.

“Dear God, Caleb, please. Please let me come.” Her fingers tangled in his hair as if using him to keep her from falling. What he wouldn’t give for some rope and a lot more time. Her throaty pleas continued, faltering every time his tongue hit her clit. Her body had begun to tremble and now shook violently as she too reached the point of need so great it hurt.

Caleb quickly stood, ignoring Abby’s whimpered protest. He lifted her off the ground, balanced her against the tree and pushed her knees up and wide, exposing her completely.

Bare and up against a tree, bark pressing into her skin, Abby shook with the anticipation of Caleb filling her, and her pussy wept in response. How he managed to keep her in position with one arm while he opened his jeans with the other she couldn’t comprehend. He had an amazing sculpted by the Gods body and obviously the strength to go with it.

She begged for him to hurry as she felt the head of his erection at her slick entrance. He repositioned his hands and held her wider while he worked his entire length inside her tight channel. She couldn’t breathe. It was too incredible for words. He pushed forward and placed his mouth at her ear.

“You’re mine, Abby. No matter what happens tonight that doesn’t change. Do you understand me?” With a final rough thrust, he sank his remaining length into her welcoming body. His fingers dug into her thighs as he waited for her to adjust around him. He licked a fiery trail along her neck and it was all she could do to stay conscious.

“Tell me you’re mine, Abby girl.” When she didn’t answer he tilted her hips and deepened his penetration. “You’re mine. Say it.”

Abby could think of nothing else. Caleb had possessed her like nothing she’d ever imagined and leaving him had hurt far more than she’d expected. There was no doubt her heart belonged to her gorgeous cowboy. With her surrender on the tip of her tongue, he pulled out, once again leaving her climax out of her reach.

“Yes. You. Me. I’m—yours. Please, Caleb. Make me come.”

He slid back in and leaned forward, first nuzzling her throat before he covered her mouth with his own. Her eyes slid closed in abandonment while he devoured her in a fierce all consuming kiss. Skin to skin, and with short fast strokes of his cock, he took her over the edge.

Her orgasm slammed into her. She screamed in pleasure, the sound muffled by his mouth. Her body bucked of its own volition, her control gone. Caleb pumped harder, taking her from the first orgasm and straight into a second. In the midst of the chaos she vaguely noticed the familiar taste of him had given way to something different, a strong flavor she didn't recognize but needed nonetheless…a taste of honey and spice that bloomed within her as her body convulsed around him.

Before she could question anything, flashes appeared in her mind. Pictures of a past she had forgotten. Not clear pictures, but fast glimpses of a handsome man with blond hair and a ruthless smile. Fragments of various thoughts and memories swept through her as Caleb came inside her. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his arms as emotions of fear, satisfaction, lust and love surrounded her. Caleb’s emotions. They were overtaking her, making her feel. She was all caught up in a jumble of sex, memories and emotion driving her to an edge she'd never seen before.

Looking into Caleb's eyes, Abby couldn’t hold back. She let go of the fear and opened her emotions to him and all that entailed. Old fear, longing, need and, yes, more love than she could explain. His muscles tensed against her as they rode the wave together as one. It went on for what seemed like forever. Aftershocks rippled between them, prolonging the pleasure to the edge of pain.

His hips thrust one final time before he finally collapsed against her. With tears in her eyes, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was as overwhelmed by emotion for her as she was for him. Then there was the added confusion of sudden unbidden memories she couldn't quite get a handle on.

As her breathing returned to normal, Caleb stroked her neck and shoulders as if memorizing each curve. “I want to do this to you every night and every morning. Then I want to do it again. Maybe till you can’t walk and can only lie here in my arms, sated.”

“Oh, Caleb.” She touched his cheek. “I—”

“Ahh, Caleb, very nice. Looks like you haven't lost your touch.”

Caleb twisted at the male voice, to see Russell standing in the clearing by his bike. Blocking Abby from his cousin as best he could, he withdrew from her quickly and set her on the grass. 

“I’m not—” She scrambled to cover herself before jumping up against his back. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on here and who this....”

He turned slightly back to see what had interrupted Abby and was surprised to see her pale, shocked face bathed in moonlight, her eyes wide, fear stark in her features. Even if he couldn't already feel her terror, there would have been no mistaking the look on her face.

“Abby!” he yelled in hopes of breaking through to her. “Go now.” For a few long seconds, she continued to stare past him toward Russell before he blocked her vision with his body and hissed at her one final time. “Go!”