With You In Spirit (The Bassinville Witches Series) (8 page)

He snapped his eyes open at the feeling, and pulled back, making Catherine
look
at him with hooded lids. “Wait…I don’t want to do this…not if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

Catherine shook her head. “I’m not, I was just…it was a surprise, okay? But you saved me, I remember that. And you’ve had plenty of chances to hurt me. I want to do this just as much as
you,
please?”

The sound of her pleading for him to continue
, along with her hoode
d lids and kiss-plumped lips mad
e his groin stir, making him want to pin her down again. But instead, he leaned into her again, kissing her gently, letting her take the lead.

Understanding what he was doing, Catherine wound her arms around his shoulders, probing her tongue into his mouth. He let her explore his mouth, her gentle tongue moving languidly and sensuously. Growling low in his throat, unable to hold himself back any further, Caden
grabbed her nape, pulling her desperately into the kiss. As she fell deeper into his kiss, he let his hand roam over her breasts, his hips bucking towards her.

Catherine gasped, and arched against him, pushing
herself
further into his hands. Without missing a beat, Caden undid her blouse, throwing it to the floor, revealing her lacy black bra. Catherine was suddenly happy
that she had decided to go for
sexy and
luxurious over practical. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, making them harden for him as she whimpered in pleasure. He gently pulled the cups of the bra down, and closed his lips around one of her rosy nipples, suckling it firmly.

A
strangled cry of pleasure
escaped her throat, and she let herself fall back onto the bed, sinking into the crisp sheets. Caden moved himself over her,
caging her in with his body. His mouth left her nipples, to be replaced instead by his fingers, cleverly rolling and pinching them to make her writhe against them,
grinding her hips into the mattress. He lowered his mouth, running his tongue along the curve of her belly, loving the feel of her velvety soft skin.

Her hands found his hair, and fisted in it as he rubbed his cheek against the inside of her thigh, making her feel him even through the thickness of the denim. He leaned up, intending to remove her jeans, but Catherine pulled
herself
up, and pulled at his shirt, popping several of the buttons, yanking it down from his arms. As if amazed by his body, she ran her hands over his muscles.

“You’re so stunning.” she whispered, entranced. Caden
grinned,
flashing his elongated canines, but shook his head.

“No, that would be you.”
His voice rolled over her
, and he grabbed her shoulders, bending his head to her neck. R
unning his tongue
from her ear to her collarbone; h
e felt her freeze a little at his touch near her neck, but at the same time she seemed to get more excited by it. Reaching down, he snapped her belt buckle, and unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her hips. As she reached to do the same to him, his hands roamed over her warm,
round backside, squeezing her towards him.
“Never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

Sliding his zip down, Catherine gasped as she got the first feeling of his thick, hard cock against her sensitive hips. Unable to resist, her hand found his shaft, stroking it along the velvety skin there.
Feeling her way along the length, her eyes opened wide in shock, as she felt how large it was.
There is no way it can be that size…
She
flickered
her gaze down, and then up to meet Caden’s calm gaze. He grinned, raising an eyebrow, and gave a little shrug, casually.

Caden pushed her gently back again, kneeling back in front of her legs. Watching her response, he slowly opened her legs, revealing her glistening folds. He let out a sharp breath, and Catherine whimpered at his hungry expression.
Bending his head, he kissed along her thighs, tea
sing her as he moved further in between her thighs. Looking back up at her, he aroused her further as he ran a finger along her folds. Catherine’s head thrashed about on the pillow as she moved her hips towards him.

“You’re so wet
…so hot
” he murmured, sounding amazed.
His hand moulded around the mound of dark curls in front of him, massaging her. “Gods, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you Catherine?” Her answer was to pant in desperate breaths, writhing against him. She felt a flood of moisture in her core as he looked at her with sinful eyes.
Probing at her pussy, he gradually sank his finger inside, and
placed his lips around her clit, sucking on it firmly. Catherine cried out, her eyes flying open at the touch, the ache inside her growing. Her skin now covered in
a sheen
of sweat, she leaned up on her elbows, and looked down at his dark head moving against her body.

“Please…Caden…I need you.” she whimpered, stroking her hand through his hair. He looked up, licking his lips, which made her gasp again. He saw the gasp, and grinned, devilishly.

“You taste delicious.” he remarked. “
I
wanted to get you ready,
that’s
all.”

Catherine arched her back, laying herself out on display for him, rolling her hips up to his tapering ones. “Please,” she purred, “I’m ready
now.
I ache, Caden.”

He growled at that, his eyes lighting up at her seductive movements. His fangs seemed to grow even longer as he moved across her, taking her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. The movement only made Catherine squirm more, desperate to know what he felt like inside her.

Still not wanting to hurt her, he placed himself at her entrance, pushing only slightly, letting it stretch to his size. They both moaned as they felt their skin truly touch each other for the first time,
and he eased into her, filling her up. An agonised moan rolled from Catherine’s lips, as she rolled her hips again to let more of him in.

As he sank deep into her, up to the hilt, their eyes met. Both of them held their breath, wanting to see how the other
would react. Holding her gaze, Caden withdrew and slid back into her, his cock sliding warmly along her velvety channel. Catherine’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she began that desperate, pleading breathing again. Caden growled in response, and withdrew again, slamming into her this time. He was met with a raptured moan.

Speeding up, he began to slide in and of her with ease, sinking in deep as she mewled and moaned. Caden’s thoughts began to grow hazy as he felt her tightening around his length, her breaths getting quicker and shallower as she grew close.
He looked down at her, gritting his teeth. “Has anyone else ever made you feel like this.” he murmured. Catherine said nothing, but moaned again.

Caden paused, though it killed him to feel that giving flesh gripping his shaft like a silken glove.
Tilting his head towards her, he asked, in a dangerous tone, “Tell me, Catherine, or I won’t continue.”

Her eyes opened wide, and she nodded frantically. “No-one, Caden…n-nobody has ever made me feel like this, ever.”

He grinned wickedly and stroked his hand along her soft thigh. “Spread your legs wider.” Almost to his surprise, she complied, surrendering herself further to him. He sank himself deep into her, the demon inside of him clawing to the surface, as he liked along her skin, tasting her, savouring her.
Bending his head, he grazed his fangs along her neck, the tiniest touch as he thrust in and out, sending her
spiralling
closer and closer to the edge.

To his surprise, Catherine grabbed his head, pulling him closer to her neck. “I don’t know what you want to do…but that felt good…don’t stop!”

No, no…
The demon inside of him awoke fully, driving him to possess her, to make her his.

He felt the pressure begin to build in his shaft as he pounded into her, almost making her teeth chatter with the force of the thrusts. Her soft moan sounded in his ear, and he crashed over the edge, bringing her with him. As her high-pitched cries sounded on and on, he sank his teeth, without thinking, straight into her
tender throat. As his own orgasm raged through him, and the feeling of hers, her pussy fluttering around his cock, the taste of her metallic blood landed on his tongue. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he suckled on her, her rich, warm blood flooding through his system.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide in shock.
What the fuck am I doing?

He turned his head, ready to apologise to Catherine, but a thrill ran through him, as he realised she could feel it as well. She was still writhing under him, pinned by his length. She slowly opened her eyes, a dazed look across them, and smiled at him.

“I don’t know how you did that, but it felt amazing.”

Laughing in relief, he cuddled into her, breathing in her sweet scent. “I don’t know how I did it either, but it
did
feel amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that in my whole life.”

Catherine shuffled off him, turning on her side so that she was facing him. She smiled, and ran her hand along his cheek. “And how long is your whole life?”

“So far? About one hundred and eighty-six years old. Give or take. I think it’s that, but I may have lost count sometime around the Thirties.” He shrugged, and pulled her closer against him, so that he could wrap his arm around her; as if to make sure she wouldn’t leave him.

“Wow. So…when you were talking about your step-mother and father…?”

Caden settled onto the pillow, his other hand lazily stroking her silky hair. “I was telling the truth. Although their ranch was one of the
first
ranches. The cotton industry had never really appealed to either of them.”

Catherine shook her head, smiling. “I still can’t believe it. That you’re actually a vampire.” Suddenly she thought of something, and the colour drained from her face. “Wait. You bit me-I’m not going to-!”

“No. There has to be a ritual first, don’t worry. I would never do anything you didn’t want
me
to do.”

Calming down, Catherine sank back into the pillow again. “You know…I kind of have my own secret I want to tell you too. I’m-“

“A Wiccan?”
Caden grinned at her, enjoying her look of horror and surprise.

“What the…how did you know?”

“You don’t live as long as I do, and learn a few things about people. I passed through here about ninety years ago; I found out it was a town of Wiccans then.”

“Huh.” Catherine snuggled into him, smiling to herself. When she thought about it, why shouldn’t he know? A few hours ago she hadn’t believed vampires existed, goodness only knew what he knew.

Breathing in his delicious, woody scent, she closed her eyes, and welcomed the soft curtain of sleep…

T
he next day, Catherine felt as though she had an extra lightness to her steps, as if nothing could go wrong. The previous night, Caden had driven her home, so that her mother wouldn’t panic. Joe was
up, watching television in the sitting room;
in his usual bad mood about her not returning sooner, but she didn’t bother to tell him about the car. She thought it would only add to her mother’s distress, and knowing that Caden was now watching out for her gave her strength.

As she woke up in her own bed, she could still feel Caden’s touch along her body. Smiling, she turned and rolled against her pillow, imagining it to be his firm body. Sunlight peered in through the gap in her light curtains, and birds sang merrily from outside, giving the morning a soft, dreamy feeling.

Catherine suddenly snapped into reality as she heard Joe’s voice, as you do when you hear something that isn’t normally in your house, when you’re still half asleep. Kicking back her sheets, she jumped out of bed, pacing quickly over to her bedroom door. Listening carefully, she strained to hear what was being said.

“…so we’ve called in…”

“…how did you find…”

“…and we’ve taken him into custody…”

Custody?
They’ve found out who it is!
Grabbing her robe and pulling it on quickly around herself,
she ran out towards the kitchen, where she could hear the voices. As she entered, she stopped in shock, as she saw her mother talking now only to Joe, but also to Ellis. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air, and
there was a sizzling pop from the bacon under the grill.

“Ah, Catherine, I’m glad you’re up, honey. Joe and Ellis have taken someone in.”

“Really? How did you find them?” A sense of relief washed over Catherine, as she thought of the men in the car from last night. She sank into one the kitchen
chairs, its pine wood scraping along the rustic tiles below. Her mother turned and poured a mug of coffee, passing it over to Catherine, who took it gratefully.

“Well, you know that dagger? It had fingerprints all over it. There was nothing on the note, but we had enough. And we found a match. Turns out he was right here in town all along.” Joe
puffed out his chest as if he were pleased, looking rather like a cockerel stuffed into a badly-fitting suit.