Chapter 168

“Wake up sleepyhead.”

She grumbled unappreciatively, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

“So now I get an attitude huh?” She could hear the smile in his whisper.

A spray of cool drops scattered all over her face and naked arms.

“Noooo! Jon!”

Shielding her face with her hands she giggled only to come face to face with a semi naked, wet man on her bed.

“You were saying?” His lips were a breath away from hers.

She snapped closer, catching his lower lip between her teeth.

“Absolutely nothing….”

She sucked it into her mouth, enjoying his groan as it brushed over her.

Rolling onto her back she tangled her hands in his wet bangs, pulling his face closer.

It took a while before they both came up for air.

“I hate to do this baby but we are going to be late for dinner if you don’t get that cute ass of your in the shower.”

His words brushed over her throat as he licked between the words.

“Then you better stop doing this….” She quivered underneath his body, her restless hands raking over his wet back.

“Oookkkk up you go!” He was on his feet in an instant, taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet.

He turned towards the cupboard. A huge sigh turned him back around and he couldn’t control the laughter bubbling from his lips as he stared into her sulky expression.

“And that face?” An eyebrow hitched heavenwards, his lips tucked into a knowing grin.

Ciara shrugged, turning from him she started undressing, throwing him a sultry glare over her shoulder.

“It’s just that…well you know…” Her bra caught him in the face…”I thought I might get some action but seeing as….”, her panties was flung towards him but he caught it in midair, bringing it to his noise he breathed in her sent. A growl filled the air and as their eyes lock she knew exactly what she was in for. She bounced towards the bathroom, her heart thumping in her chest as she realized the hunt was on.

Her, “JON!”, was knocked from her throat replaced by a squeal when his wet, naked frame slammed into her back, imprisoning her in the steely strength of his arms.

“So you want some action before supper baby? Why didn’t you just say so…you know me…I aim to please, sweetheart.”

Ciara’s head was pulled backwards and she shivered with excitement as his mouth closed over her own, his tongue demanding entrance into her own. She was thoroughly trapped against a very naked, very aroused vampire. One arm snaked over her tummy, pulling her tight against his raging erection, the other arm pressed into her breasts, his hand caressing the mount closest to his open palm.

Warmth flooded the triangle between her legs and by his appreciative grunt she knew his senses had picked up on her wanton reaction. Leaning back into him, she raised one arm, capturing his head, holding him right there against her searching mouth.

The hand stroking her tummy grew restless and as he stroked his way lower, Jon felt her pulse leap, throbbing to a new beat. His fingers brushed softly over the soft curls of her mound, sliding lower, he slipped in between the moist slit, searching for the little swollen nub he knew would be pulsing from need. As an expert finger stroked over the tiny heart, he felt her buck into his palm. Ciara moaned into his mouth, pulling back slightly she clamped her teeth onto his lower lip and bit down. The sting of her bite and the taste of his own blood raced towards his shaft and he groaned as if in pain. Her greedy mouth closed over the tiny wound and he gasped when her rhythmic suckling grew stronger as she took every drop of blood the cut had to offer.

Ciara felt Jon pulling her tighter into him lifting her. It only took a few steps and she slipped from his tight hold only to feel her knees pressing into the bed. She was given a slight shove, tipping forward, she balanced herself on her palms, pressing into the bed. Warm lips traced the small of her back, a warm, wet tongue licked at her rounded cheeks. A slight sting drew a gasp from her lips. Jon chuckled mischievously as he kissed the tiny burning spot. A hand stroked down her butt, reaching her thighs he pushed them open.

She felt him rise to his full height; his hands cupped her hips, bringing her flush with the pulsing heat between his thighs.

“Hang on sweet baby, this is going to be a wild ride.”

Ciara obeyed, grasping the sheets as best she could. Her head was spinning, her insides clenching just at the thought of his promise.

His tip probed at her entrance, Ciara held her breath, bracing herself for the mind blowing pleasure she was about to experience.

Jon focused on Ciara’s breathing, her sent, her eagerness for him to be inside her. Her thighs quivered with anticipation, her folds were dripping wet, her scent drove him to madness as he plunged into her tightness.

“Oh God Jon!” her shaky cry stilled him. “Please don’t stop!” She squirmed against him.

Gripping her hips tighter he pulled back slowly only to slam into her again.

Ciara wasn’t sure if the noise echoing in the room was her own, but she didn’t give a damn. Her body was on fire, her insides quaking from what he was doing to her.

Jon experienced his own little death as he toyed with Ciara. Gritting his teeth he forced himself to focus on her pleasure, his would come later.

Pulling back slowly again he paused for a moment, she expected him to slam into her again, he could tell by the way her muscles pulsed, the way she held her breath in anticipation. But he wouldn’t give her what she wanted…not yet anyway.

He thrust slowly into her for a couple of strokes. Ciara was getting impatient he could tell by her squirming. She tried to push back harder but he only gripped her tighter, controlling her movements.

“Don’t do this to me…please Jon!” A breathy whisper escaped from her.

His body coiled with celebration as the words spilled over his ears.

“Don’t you like what I’m doing to you?” Ciara didn’t see the flash of smugness in his glowing eyes. “Should I stop?”

“If you stop I’ll kill you!” another slow thrust stole her breath.” I want it harder…faster.”

“Ooohh I see…like this?” Jon felt lightheaded as he rammed into her.

A tiny cry slipped from her lips, her head bobbed answering his question.

He pulled back slowly, pausing. His body was throbbing with fire.

“I don’t hear you….”, Another hard slam.

“Oh….yes like that…don’t stop …please don’t stop.” Her muscles closed around his thickness and he bit back a groan.

His mind lost control and his body took over. His thrusts came in strong, hard poundings. Ciara’s whimpers morphed into breathy screams, only to set him alight even more.

The moment her climax spilled over her, her body went limp.

Strong arms hitched her upwards, holding her steady. His body surged strongly into her, demanding to take all he had to give. Ciara was a trembling mess in his arms, every deep stroke forced the air from her lungs only to give her that split second to recover before she was gasping yet again.

Jon felt the spiral of need spinning faster and faster. His body ached for release, his fangs pulsed in his gums, seeking their own oasis of pleasure. As if they had a mind of their own, he felt them lengthen.

As if Ciara read his mind, she threw her mass of curls over one shoulder, exposing a creamy expanse of skin that made his mouth water.

Lowering himself towards her he didn’t miss a stroke as his tongue darted out, preparing the soft skin for his sharp fangs. The need sliced though his veins, washing his body with waves of cold and heat all at once. Drawing his lips back, he sank his teeth into her skin.

When Ciara felt the deep draws of his mouth as he fed on her blood she was flooded with yet another climax. Jon felt her response to his feeding. Drunk with lust and blood he let his restraint slip, joining her by exploding inside her warmth.

This time when she collapsed he joined her. Letting her drop onto the mattress, he followed covering her sweaty body with his own.

They lay like that for quite a while, giving their bodies time to float back to reality.

Jon was the first to stir, steadying his weight on his arms, he licked at the bleeding punctures at her shoulder.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Na ah.” She was too shaken to open her eyes.

“Hey Sweetheart….we better get going.” He left a quick kiss on her shoulder before lifting her to her feet.

She stared up at him, her face flushed from their lovemaking but in her eyes the shadows had returned.

“Do we really have to?” She was as vulnerable as a little child.

“Yeah baby…yeah we do.”

When she turned towards the bathroom there was nothing enticing in the slump of her shoulders and the drag of her feet.

Chapter 167

It felt like an eternity but eventually the airplane touched down at Pharos airport. Ciara was a bundle of nerves and as Jon reached out to touch the small of her back as they reached the flight of stairs, she jumped.

His stormy eyes fixed on her.

“Baby you need to calm down. I know this is hard but you aint doing yourself any good working yourself up like this.”

Her feline eyes met his.

“I’m so scared Jon. I don’t know how I’m going to go through with this.” She licked her lips.

Cupping the back of her shiny curls he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“This will be over soon, I wont let anything happen to you.”

She nodded but kept her face buried in the warmth of his chest, inhaling his familiar scent.

From their left someone cleared their throat and as she lifted her face she stared into the soulless crimson eyes of a vampire. Jon felt her hand fisted in his shirt as her body coiled tightly.

“Kaló̱s í̱lthate sti̱n Elláda. Please forgive me….welcome to Paros. I’ll be taken you to the master’s residence. This way please…” he gestured for the luggage to be taken to a small airplane opposite the airport.

With each step closer to the plane, Ciara felt her throat closed more and more.

“Breathe baby…deep and slow….there ya go.” His ever present hand stroked gently on her back.

The airplane touched down what seemed like mere minutes and by then Ciara was hyperventilating. Her eyes almost swallowed her waxen complexion , while her bottom lip was caught firmly between her teeth.

“This way.” The vampire gestured towards a black, sleek car.

“We call our little Island Antiparos. We are a close community, very close knit.” The crimson eyes flashed in the rear view mirror, and Ciara turned her head as if to study her surroundings. The flashing smile of the vampire told her he wasn’t fooled. Her fear and distress was tangible with every breath she took, wafting off her skin like waves.

A humungous mansion loomed before her and for a moment her fear slipped from her mind.

“Its beautiful!”

A multistory with perfect, whitewash walls was edged against the clear blue Greek sky. Palms swayed in the afternoon breeze and as they drove into the grounds the pure luxury of the place hit home. Green lawns rolled endlessly and seemed to disappear into the deep blue of the ocean surrounding the island. The sweet aroma of flowers mingled with the saltiness of the sea, and as Ciara took a deep breath she felt some of her anxiety drift away.

She opened her eyes only to find shimmering blue pools staring at her, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s my girl.” A calloused thumb brushed across her lower lip.

The car slowed and came to a standstill. The magic moment was broken and Ciara’s cat eyes shifted towards the building as if Satan himself was awaiting their arrival.

A tiny tuck on her chin turned her gaze.

“Hey….its gonna be a’right.”, His voice whispered.

Her wobbly smile didn’t seem to sure.

The next moment the door opened.

“After you baby.” He nodded towards the sunlight.

Climbing the small flight of stairs, she watched nervously as the heavy door swung silently on its hinges.

A bright eyed, smiling servant stood in the doorway, not the dark, ominous lord she expected.

“Welcome to Greece.”

She ushered them in, babbling non-stop in a heavily Greek accent.

“The lord and lady of the house apologized for not being here to meet you but they had another meeting. They insisted that you make yourselves at home and get some rest. They will meet you at dinner tonight.”

Ciara’s relieved sigh was deafening in the foyer.They were swiftly led up a swirling flight of stairs to their room.

“I’ll leave you to get some much needed rest. I will send a servant up with some refreshments.”

Ciara turned towards Jon.

“Is she…?”

“yeah…human.” He laughed.

“Wow she can talk!” Ciara giggled shaking her head to rid it of the tingle of the woman’s voice.



“The Greek’s are well known for their hospitality, we better get used to it huh?”

“I guess.” She jumped as a light rap echoed through the room. “What now? You answer it!” She bounced from the door towards the patio, Jon’s laughter following her.

Ciara was met with the most breathtaking view. The endless blue of the ocean stretched before her, the sound of crushing waves welcomed her and she too her second deep breath of salty air.

The clink of ice cubes turned her head and she smiled faintly as she accepted the tall glass of whatever.

“Hmmmmmm sweet…what is it?”

Shrugging his shoulders his blue eyes flashed playfully.

“Dunno but who cares. Its nice and it has an alcoholic percentage…good enough for me.”

With each sip, Ciara’s eyelids drew heavier. By the time she put the glass down on the table she was fighting to keep her eyes open.

“Lie down for a while baby. It was a long trip, I’ll wake you when its time to get ready.”

Stifling a yawn, she slipped her shoes off, reaching the edge of the bed she tipped forward, letting herself fall into the welcome softness.

“Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmm.”