Whispers of Night: 1 (Immortal Embrace) (9 page)

The blood beneath her smooth flesh called to him. Her life would end if he wasn’t careful.

“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he ground out, focusing his touch on her G-spot to heighten her pleasure. “But first I want you to come for me.”

Her high breasts quivered as she moved against his fingers.

“You are mine.” The words slipped out before he could take them back, his primal instincts threatening to surface as her legs fell open in a gesture of surrender. He forced them wider open with his own. He was going to have her again. He kept massaging that tender spot until her sex convulsed around his fingers.

“Oh god…yes.” She arched her back.

He withdrew his fingers and placed them in his mouth. “Mm…”

Christ, I’m done for.
He threw his head back and let out a harsh groan as the taste of her essence drew him closer to the edge of reason. His mouth came down hard on hers as he nudged his tip at her opening.

She broke away from the kiss. “No, wait. We need a condom.”

“Why? I have no disease.” He had forgotten about these human flaws. That would be important to someone like her.

“Haven’t you ever heard of safe sex? We should’ve used protection earlier and we didn’t.”

“I told you, I carry no disease.”

“Okay, and I should trust you because you know that for a fact? Have you been tested recently?” She began to sit up, covering herself as she did. Oh no, he wasn’t about to let her stop now. He was too close to the edge and he might not be able to handle the drive inside him if she pushed him away.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. And yes, I’ve been tested since then and I’m clean.” He hated lying but what the fuck was he supposed to say to that?

“Don’t get upset with me for being responsible. It doesn’t mean that I want to stop.” She reached for his straining cock and rubbed it between her slick folds. “Besides, how could I not want this?”

“Come here.” He gripped her waist and eased between her creamy folds. Pleasure radiated through every fiber of his being.

“Harder, Dane…” She kneaded his buttocks, trying to push him deeper.

He didn’t need any more prompting to drive his hips forward. Warm silk sealed around his shaft, gloriously squeezing it like a fist. He groaned, about to lose control.

In and out he moved, increasing the tempo with even strokes. His eyes locked with hers, lost in their lovely depths. It felt like heaven, right smack in the midst of his private hell. She continued to undulate beneath him with a passion he’d never known before.

He bent forward to reclaim her mouth as he pounded into her pussy. A moan of bliss escaped her.

“Ah, yesss…” he hissed, forcing her legs wider yet again to claim her more deeply. Her sex convulsed around his thick shaft and she cried out. One last pump and he joined her as every muscle in his body locked down. He continued to grind against her, lost in her sweet essence.

He brushed a kiss over her lips though he knew his fangs were fully extended. Their teeth scraped together and the honeyed taste of her blood was in his mouth, setting his body on fire. She was like a drug and nothing had ever tasted so good. He gritted his teeth at the erotic sensation of her inner walls squeezing him through the second orgasm that tore through her. She screamed his name, writhing beneath him.

He nipped at her throat, wanting to sink his fangs into her soft flesh. He drew back, disgusted with himself, pressed his lips together tightly and buried his face into the carpet next to her. Horror filled his mind at the idea of hurting her in any way. What a sleazy bastard.

Christ, get a hold of yourself before you do something stupid.

She finally stilled and he slowly withdrew from her tight heat. He lifted up and took a few deep breaths through his nose, hoping the urge would pass so he could regain some semblance of control. His cock was still rock-hard. He wanted her again. Addicted, that’s what he was—a slave to it.

“You are an amazing lover.” She twined her fingers through his hair to pull him in for another kiss. He stopped short of giving in. If only she knew how close she’d come to her own death.

“Jenny, we should rest.” He lifted up. Desire and bloodlust raged inside him. He grabbed her by the wrists and helped her to her feet. He wasn’t sure if he could handle another round of lovemaking without giving in to his carnal urges.

“Okay.” She sounded disappointed but didn’t protest.

“Come.” He slid his fingers together with hers.

Jenny sensed something was amiss. Dane seemed preoccupied and guarded. Why didn’t he want to kiss her? He was like a light switching on and off. One minute he was totally in the moment and the next he completely shut down. She tried to shake the uneasiness that swept through her and relax, enjoy the moment. It was just a date for Pete’s sake.

The lovemaking was over the top with this guy. There were no words to describe it. She still worried he might be a player. The idea left her unsettled and anxious. She didn’t want to get hurt again.

“I’ll give you a penny for your thoughts,” she said quietly as they entered the bedroom and he released her hand.

“What do you mean?” He regarded her warily.

“You seem distant again. I’m confused with your hot-and-cold response to me after we make love. Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” He closed the distance between them and caressed her cheek. “It’s not you. Come, let’s try to get a little sleep. It will be morning soon.”

“You’re right.” She sighed as he led her to the bed. Sleep was the last thing on her mind though. Envisioning that hot bod pressed against her as he drove into her again sounded like a much better plan.

He climbed under the covers and she crawled in next to him. The heat of his muscled frame enveloped her. The feel of lying in this man’s arms was nothing short of heaven. His punishing kiss a few minutes before had made her climax so hard she believed she was having an out-of-body experience.

That was my first multiple orgasm.
She smiled, inhaling his masculine scent. He kissed her forehead lightly.

“Try to sleep, okay?” His eyes closed and her heart squeezed. The idea of losing him really bothered her. Men who used women always distanced themselves after sex, maybe because they didn’t want to get close to someone.

I shouldn’t allow myself to fall for this guy. He’s amazing though, especially in bed. I could definitely become addicted to having sex with him.
She rolled over and pressed her back against his chest, feeling his hard length trapped between them. She grinned to herself.
Sleep, my ass, he wants me again.
She pushed her bottom against his rigid length, suggestively rolling her hips.

He groaned in her ear. “Jenny.” He seized her breasts, kneading them. He licked the soft curve of her neck, scorching a path that made her belly clench. Dear god, that man’s tongue was talented. She shivered in anticipation of what he might do next. Her pulse was hammering. She reached her arms over her head to clutch his silky hair. He pinched her nipples, rolling the swollen buds between his fingers.

“Take me again, please,” she begged. His fingers drifted lower as he rubbed his swollen cock deliciously against the seam of her ass. Jenny opened her legs and let the crown slide between her slick folds. “Oh yesss, touch me there!” Every fiber in her body cried out.

He rocked slowly forward with a moan and then stilled. He squeezed her hip once. His whole being trembled and then he froze again. “I’ve got to get some sleep, Jenny, I’m sorry.”

“Umm—okay.” She exhaled. Her pussy ached to be filled by him again. Never in her whole life had she ever been overcome with such lust for a man.

Jenny mourned the sudden loss of his touch as he flipped onto his back with an arm draped across his face again. What was going on inside this guy? Someone must’ve hurt him. She understood that one better than anyone. Part of her wanted to ask but she wasn’t going to push. They didn’t know each other well enough for her to pry anyway.

She scooted toward him and placed her cheek against his chest. His hot-and-cold reactions left her sad and confused, but at least he didn’t push her away.

They were both surrounded by walls. He had his and she had hers. What a pair they would make. Talk about a therapy session. No thanks.

He draped his arm around her and she snuggled into the crook of his neck. Her mind was racing. She hoped it could work out between them. Frustration gripped her because she knew all too well how these things worked in the world. And when morning came and they parted ways, well, that would be that. She shuddered and his grip tightened around her protectively.

I’m crazy about you, damn it. God, I hope the feelings are mutual.
She closed her eyes, realizing she was sleepy after all. The warmth of his body and the anxiety she had experienced throughout the day had worn her out. Lulled by his presence, she finally drifted off.

* * * * *

Dane got up after Jenny fell asleep. He needed to think. His instincts warred with his rational mind. He glanced down at her sleeping form. He craved her so badly that his body shook from the intensity of his need.

He closed his eyes and ground his teeth in frustration. Their worlds had collided in such a way that for him it seemed there would be no escape. She was beautiful, trusting, yet he sensed there was something she hadn’t shared. There was a deep sadness there. He assumed it was the reason she didn’t question him.

Tortured by her nearness, he put some space between them. There had to be a way to leash the frightening drive inside him. He wouldn’t sentence her to live a half-life with him, especially if her past had been filled with sorrow. Why subject her to more? He’d sworn he would never do that to anyone and he intended to keep it that way. He had to. There was no other way, goddamn it.

He sat on the sofa, lost in thought. Daylight was only maybe an hour away
and he needed space. Her scent lingered from their recent lovemaking. It taunted him like a drug. His cock throbbed painfully and his fangs extended again. He gripped his shaft and caressed the swollen crown with a groan. He slowly stroked from the tip to the base, his hips rocking back and forth in time with each pump of his fist.

He imagined taking his Jenny from behind as he sank into her tightness. He stroked faster. His eyes closed, his muscles tensed and he groaned as he started to come. He convulsed with each powerful jet of his release. When the spasms subsided, he opened his eyes.
I can’t believe I am reduced to jacking off.
He frowned.

He went into the kitchen to get some paper towels to clean himself off. “I should feed,” he sighed. It had been awhile.

He went into the cold storage where he stored his blood supply and finished off three pints. It helped take the edge off and his control slowly returned. He left the cellar and showered in one of the guest rooms.

The situation was an impossible one. If he stayed with her, he feared he’d eventually give in to the bloodlust. Ta’breyian’s words replayed in his mind as a warning, which only made it worse. What if he had made her a target because he didn’t take out the other Rogues? He shuddered at the mere idea. Rage coiled like a viper ready to strike. He had to keep his distance but protecting her would be difficult if she wasn’t in his life.

His phone vibrated and he reached for it. There was a text message. “Marcus,” he whispered, pressing his lips together. He was being summoned to headquarters.

He couldn’t ignore a direct order from Marcus. He quickly dressed, scribbled a note for Jenny and left it on the bathroom counter along with a toothbrush and a change of clothes. He hated not saying goodbye to her in person but it couldn’t be helped.

He checked the building to make sure the area was secure. Dawn was approaching and he figured she’d be safe for now.

He closed his eyes and traced. It was cold and dreary out when he materialized on the gravel path that led to headquarters. The skies opened up and rain poured down. Heavy gray clouds filled the heavens. He loved Scotland; the weather here was perfect for his kind. It rained a lot, which meant they didn’t need to hide indoors as much.

He trudged up the gravel path to the towering front gates. Two Sentinels dressed in black guarded the entrance to the manor. Dane did not like that he could not trace inside. No one could, unless they were allowed access by the Order. It was protected by some sort of magic.

“I’ve been summoned by Marcus,” Dane told the guards.

The Sentinel nodded, opening the gate for him. Dane made his way toward the main house. He knocked on the door and was greeted by Lena, Marcus’ mate. Her long chestnut hair was up in a French twist. She had on black dress slacks and a cream-colored turtleneck. Her facial bones were delicately carved, her mouth full. She had a slender build and by all appearances seemed fragile.

Looks were deceiving. Lena was no lightweight. She had slain more than her share of Rogue vampires who crossed her path and believed they could take her.

He bid her hello with a smile and she gestured for him to follow her to Marcus’ study.

“My love, Dane’s here.” She went over to her mate. Marcus was sitting at his desk, staring at his computer.