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.”

Chapter 166

Ciara swept her wet hair over one shoulder, drying herself vigorously she shivered as goosebumps broke out all over her skin. The sun was sinking fast now and brought with it a frisky evening breeze. Trudging her way towards the house she thought about her plans for the evening.

Slipping inside she headed towards the shower, turning on the taps, she stepped in.

An half an hour later she was heading towards the kitchen, the dinner for the evening firmly in her mind, when she felt a sudden prick in the back of her neck.

Brushing it off, she turned towards the freezer to retrieve the steaks. Glimpsing at the clock against the wall, she knew Jon would be back anytime now and she busied herself with the preparation of the salad.

Deciding to wait for Jon before grilling the steaks, she filled a glass of wine, opened the front door and walked out on the porch. It was a cloudless night, the stars winked in the inky sky, assuring Ciara she wasn’t alone.

A movement caught her eye and Ciara stopped breathing, the glass fell from her nerveless fingers only to be caught by an amber eyed vampire.

Her scream was lodged in her throat as she stumbled from the familiar face.

His eyes were burning into her, seemingly assessing her well being. As he leaned closer to sniff appreciatively her scream dislodged.

A sudden flash blurred before her and she was thrown backwards, her body hitting the wall hard.

The snarling and shuffling turned her head and she froze as the two vampires went full force at each other’s throats.

“No!”

They both turned towards her in an instant, violence edged their faces into cruel masks and she grabbed at her throat, trying to force the lump down threatening to choke her.

As her legs gave way she was caught in Jon’s sweeping arms.

Just as quickly as the violence started it was over.

“I apologize if I’ve alarmed you in any way.” The vampire bowed his head apologetically. “ And to you, sir, for my inappropriate behavior towards your mate.” The vampire swallowed hard, his eyes brushing over her once more.

Ciara nodded, staring big eyed as the vampire walking closer. Jon grunted in acceptance of his apology but it didn’t ease the murderous glare in his eyes.

“My master has requested that I deliver this note to you. The time has come…”

Slipping from Jon’s crushing grip, she watched as Jon accepted the envelope.

The vampire nodded, stepping away, he shot soundlessly into the night air.

“Lets go inside baby.”

Closing the door behind him he stared at the envelope in his hand.

“Was it this all about?”

His eyes locked onto her and she felt the cold clench on her heart.

“I wished I could have spared you this Ciara…as God is my witness I wish I could.”

Ciara’s knees felt like rubber again.

“Jon! You are scaring me, what is it?”

Tearing at the envelope he stared at the piece of paper which seemed like and eternity.

“The trial…the trial is in a week’s time.”

“The trial….oh no! Please don’t tell me we have to be there, JON?!”

He stepped closer towards the hysterical woman.

“I can’t do this! I can’t see him!....Oh my God!”

“We have to put this behind us Angel.”

“I’m not strong enough for this Jon…I’m not…please don’t make me do this?” Tears were rushing down her cheeks.

As Jon cradled her in his arms, he knew exactly where her fears came from, she wasn’t strong enough…not strong enough to deny her feelings for the other vampire.

He clutched at the head buried in his chest and only eased up when he heard her pitiful struggle for air.

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He was staring at a scared, unsure little girl a few days later, her suitcase clutched in her hand as if her life depended on it.

When the car drove up to take them to the airport, she had cringed from his touch, her eyes pleading for his understanding.

“Everything is going to be ok.” A strong hand settled onto the small of her back.

The trip to Greece was and emotional rollercoaster ride. Ciara stared out of the window in silence for hours on end. She only spoke when she was spoken to.

As Jon’s hand squeezed her burning hand, she suddenly jumped.

“It’s gonna be alright baby.”

When she didn’t answer, he tipped her chin.

“Do you trust me?”

She stared in silence at the gorgeous blue eyes shimmering with love.

“I trust you…its me I don’t trust.”

She didn’t miss the flash of shock darkening his eyes. She pushed passed his legs and rushed out as if all the hounds of hell were on her heels.

Chapter 165

Ciara struggled with the pulsing uneasiness clutching her chest. She had been dreaming of Xander these last couple of nights and although she was sure Jon knew, he never mentioned anything.

He was her pillar of strength, holding her in his strong arms, waiting for the fear and despair to end she knew she could always lean on him, trusting that he will be there, waiting…soothing the horror from her mind.

Somehow the dreams were becoming more vivid and regular. There were days that she was so caught up in the pain and sorrow she felt in her dreams that she couldn’t escape from the emotional roller coaster ride.

Jon watched in silence, easing into her troubled mind he struggled with the burden everyday as he knew the ultimate truth. It weren’t dreams but the blood connection to the vampire. She felt his suffering, his longing…his pain.

Her body he could satisfy but her mind was unreachable and it disturbed him more that he could deal with and what disturbed him the most was that she never confided in him.

He balanced himself on an elbow, watching her as her expressions changed in the flood of the moonlight. Her dream playing in his mind’s eye, her compassion for the captured vampire brought a snarl to his lips but still he refused to retreat from her mind, knowing damn well that it might be the best for his sanity.

Ciara fought her way through the oppressive darkness. Fear made her drag the lead in her legs. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she didn’t know where she was…yet she had to move forward, had to go …the gravely silence seemed to be screaming from everywhere. Where was she, why was she here?

“Ciara…Agapi mou…I need you.” The voice drifted towards her and suddenly she knew…he needed her, Xander needed her!

“Xander! “

“I’m weak ….I need blood…will you please help me?”

Ciara struggled to breath, fighting her way through the darkness she felt panic settle in as she ran as fast as she could to reach him.

“Hold on Xander I’m almost there…please hang on!”

She burst into a cold chamber. Xander was before her shackled at his feet and hands, he was on his knees, his naked body as pale as death.

Lifeless, crimson orbs shimmered from a ghostl y face.

“You came…I knew you would.” His head dropped tiredly onto his chest.

Ciara rushed forward, falling onto her knees, she cupped his face in her hands.

“Drink…you have to drink from me or you’ll die.”

Ciara inched closer, feeling the cold lips pressing against her skin, she shivered, the scrape of his fangs where right there, seeking the perfect entry spot.

Her cry rang in her ears as he bit through her skin, but she grabbed hold of the dark head nonetheless, guiding him, soothing him.

“Ciara….”

Suddenly an unseen force dragged her from the vampire’s embrace.

“No! Please I have to help him!”

“Come back to me…baby…come back to me…”

A welcoming warmth brushed her back and she turned….Jon was waiting at the end of the long hallway. Love was shining in his eyes, a reassuring smile tucked as his lips…his arms opened invitingly and Ciara ran.

“I’m sorry….I’m sorry but he needed my help.” She was snuggled in his arms, her tears soaked into his shirt, her hands locked in the material of his shirt. “Please forgive me…I don’t want to betray you…I’m sorry.”

Gentle hands stroked the mahogany curls down her back.

“No need to be sorry baby…no need.”

A finger touched her chin and tipped it upwards.

Ciara woke with a start, cradled gently in his arms, his lips were on hers, her salty tears mingled with his taste and she gasped, guilty eyes lifted towards glittering orbs.

“Its all over honey…you are a’right.”

“It was a bad dream…just a bad dream.”

Sinking into his strength, she let herself be rocked like a frightened child.

Staring into the darkness he gritted his teeth…”Yeah.”

The horror of moments before swirled into a pounding need for acceptance and Ciara’s cramped hands eased, her palms touching the familiar planes of his chest.

Jon sensed the change as soon as her muskiness wafted into his nostrils.

“Please make love to me?” Her voice vibrated over his collarbone and he stilled, his body jerking to instantaneous attention.

Ciara moved backwards, slipping the nightgown over her head, she only lost eye contact for a mere moment.

The moment was more than enough to lit the fire in his irises and sliced his fangs down his lips in full display.

Ciara sagged onto the mattress, holding out her arms, she shifted her thighs slightly, opening them invitingly for his hungry stare.

She was glistening for him already, her tight little nipples, puckered perfectly against creamy skin.

“C’mere.”

His weight pushed down on her, cupping her calves he made sure she accommodated him fully between her thighs.

“You sure you wanna do this baby?”

“Very sure…” she lifted her head and flicked her tongue over his bottom lip. Caging his head with her hands, she pulled him down, gently touching her quivering lips with his.

Tonight she would set the pace…slow and easy…

A wet pink tongue swirled around each fang, her favorite pass time these days, only to spear into the wet cavern of his mouth.

Her hands freed his head, brushing slowly, she traced the strong frame of his muscles, down his bunching biceps, up and over the corded muscles in his back.

Jon’s hand followed the feminine curves of her body, touching here, stroking there, he soon had her purring in his ear and writhing hungrily beneath him.

Ciara’s hand dipped in between them, grabbing hold of his thick member, she stroked it firmly. A growl rumbled from the chest pressing her into the bed, their kiss caught fire, their cores following suit.

Ciara arched beneath him…guiding him towards her she met his gaze.

“I need you inside me…”

Ciara’s breath caught in her throat, slowly but surely he inched his way inside her warmth. When he was finally fully sheathed inside her, he stilled.

“You set the pace tonight Sweetheart…I’m all yours.” Turning slowly, he settled on his back, keeping them intimately coupled they switched positions.

Ciara’s flushed face stared down at him, her muscles gripped him tightly as he pushed even deeper.

Her hips rotated slowly at first, flicking carefully she quickly found her rhythm, her thighs keeping her stable, his hands guiding her gently.

Pleasure shot through her core with every deep stroke, anticipation was building into a crescendo, her senses were suffused with sizzling sparks shooting though her veins, threatening to consume her insides.

The surge slammed into her unexpectedly, flinging her into a burst of fuzzy clouds.

His groan told her he was right there with her, following her willingly to their mind blowing zenith.

Ciara sagged onto the heaving bunch of muscles beneath her, leaving soft pecks on his chest, she felt her heartbeat slowing.

She was drifting again…maybe she could close her eyes just for a few moments….just a few…

Chapter 164

His climax  spilled into her, filling her, a curse stumbled from his lips and she quivered as he bit into the lobe of her ear.

Ciara reached backwards, grabbing hold of the back of his head, she turned her face, slamming her mouth against his, her tongue spearing into his warm mouth. The taste of her own blood was strong in his mouth and she groaned…suddenly wanting to taste his blood too.

His rhythm slowed down, his kiss became less insistent and was soon replaced with a slow, drugging kiss.

He slipped slowly from her and turned her around, settling her back onto his thighs he cradled her against him, pushing her head onto his shoulder.

They didn’t say a word, they didn’t need any words, their bodies had said it all.

Jon felt the drop of her heartbeat to a slower rhythm. Her muscles became lax as she slumped even more against him.

“Can I take it off now?”

“Not yet.” She turned her blindfolded eyes towards him and he kissed the black scarf covering her eyes. “Why?”

She could sense his smile.

“You haven’t begged yet.”

“Buuut…?!”

“You haven’t begged me to stop angel…but you will…tonight you will.”

He chuckled at the surprised pull of her mouth.

“No stopping until there is some begging…serious begging.”

He felt her heart kicked into gear.

“I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“We’ll find out soon enough wont we?”

Her cute blush pulled even harder at his lips.

“Drink.” The glass was against her lips again, reaching up she took the flute from his fingers and tipped it eagerly.

He watched as she downed the glass, holding it out, she demanded. “More…please.”

He took the glass from her, replacing it with his own.

“Don’t get drunk on me now…the night is still young.”

She slipped from his lap, turning towards the table she searched for the plate.

“Did we build on that appetite all of a sudden?”

Her cheeks warmed again. She heard the scrape of the plate and felt it bump against her fingers.

She popped another sweet strawberry in her mouth.

“Ooohhmmmm…where did you get sweet strawberries like this…its divine. You should taste one.”

“Feed me.”

Finding another strawberry she searched for him, touching a knee, she swiped it aside, crawling in between his thighs.

Her free hand reached out towards his face, her hand brushed his cheek and trailing lower, she stroked his upper lip.

She popped the strawberry in his mouth, pinching the tiny stem between her fingers she felt the strawberry gave way as he bit down.

“HHmmm it is sweet.”

“How does food taste to you? Is it better when you are a vampire? Can you survive on food alone?”

“Our senses are sharper yes but no blood is the main source, food is just for show or pleasure.”

Her hand searched for another bite and soon she was feeding herself quite easily. He watched as she cleaned off the plate, taking sips of champagne in between.

“Its good to see you eat baby. Your color is even coming back.”

“I don’t think its just the food.”

He reached out to touch a much cooler fore head.

“Your temperature is down too.”

“I feel better…much better.”

She sagged her head, she wasn’t able to see him but she could feel his eyes on her.

A forefinger tipped her chin upwards.

“No need to feel ashamed Ciara. This is what you needed and I wanted to be the one to give I to you.”

She nodded, licking her lips she felt a brush of cool air as he moved closer, catching her tongue between his teeth. She was surprised to feel his fangs pushing into her lips. Releasing her tongue, she turned slightly to the side, twirling her tongue around each jabbing fang in turn.

Sweeping her into his arms, she sagged her head against his chest, expecting him to take her to the bedroom but she was so wrong.

The hard, cold surface of the dining room table told her other wise and when she reached for the blindfold she felt his hand there stilling her.

“Ahahah…not so fast Sweetness…I’m not done yet.”

Her hands fell from her face, reaching forward she rested her splayed palms on the hard pecs so close by.

Jon cupped her face, bringing her lips closer to his own. Their mouth meshed in a heated clash of passion and longing.

Ciara shuddered as heat pooled between her thighs yet again.

Could it be possible?

“Ooh yes it can.” He licked the words across her chin.

Ciara wasn’t sure how he did it, but he woke the storm once again, turning her into he begging, mewling wanton in his arms.

Her body belonged to someone else, the sounds rushing from her lips not her own…but the huger she felt for his blood she couldn’t deny...it was her… all her!

Ciara wasn’t sure how long Jon was making love to her this time but by the time she shuddered in his arms, she was begging for his mercy…begging him to fulfill her need…begging him for his blood.

Ciara nuzzled at his jaw…licking her way down his exposed neck, she bit impatiently.

“Aaahhh….let me baby…” He swiped, opening up the vein in an instant.

She latched hungrily to the pulsing wound, swallowing quickly as the strong pump of his blood rushed into her mouth.

The wine, blood and endless lovemaking joined forces and she swooned as his body surged against her.

As they exploded in each other’s arms once again, Ciara whimpered, begging pitifully.

“No moorrree….please Jon….I…I… can’t…” her eyelids flickered for a moment, shielding her beautiful dark eyes.

Jon lowered her slowly, a smile lit his face as he looked down at the unconscious woman. Brushing the back of his hand slowly down the length of her body he felt triumph stretching his chest, lifting the weight from his shoulders.

She was cool beneath his touch, her breathing normal for the first time since her ripening started. He had eased his mate’s discomfort…

Slipping the scarf from her eyes, he swept her gently in his arms as he took her to the bedroom.

Ciara woke from a dreamless sleep, stretching slowly she expected to feel sensitive muscles but there were none. She felt absolutely….wonderful!

The growl of her tummy plucked a tiny smile from her lips and she pushed the sheets from her, ready to hit the showers.

“My…my ...the angel had awakened.”

He was standing at the patio door, the breeze fingered his blonde bangs, chasing with it a fresh breeze of salty air. Dressed only in a hip hugging pair of jeans, she couldn’t help but linger at is perfection.

“What time is it?”

“Eleven…”

Pulling a face at him she huffed.

“That’s not sooo bad…considering what we’ve been doing all night long…”

He flashed his pearlies and advanced towards the bed.

“Two nights ago..yeah.”

“What!? Oh no you’re lying!”

He brushed the soft lids of her eyes as he reached her.

“You needed the rest Ciara…don’t you feel better…not so feverish?”

Her eyelids popped open, coming face two face with a pair of aqua pools.

“Yeah…yeah actually I do.”

“We better keep it that way then…a good, healthy diet and long, slow lovemaking…plenty of it.”

Ciara felt her face caught fire as their previous sessions hit home. She shook her head fiercely.

“I don’t think…what happened..did I faint?”

His lips turned slowly upwards, accompanied by sparkling white fangs.

“Something like that…I need to keep you satisfied baby…and satisfied is what you’re gonna get until its all over..I’ll take care of you… again and again…and again…”

The last part of the sentence brushed against the shell of her ear.

Chapter 163

“Do you trust me Ciara?” His breath brushed over her lips.

She nodded.

“Are you sure?” she shuddered as his tongue dragged over her bottom lip.

“Yes.” Her voice wavered.

“Good girl.” He sucked at her bottom lip and she shivered with anticipation. “Now relax for me...’k?”

She waited in silence as he busied himself with the champagne, the sweet, fruity scent filled her nostrils and it was only when the glass touched her lips that she realized he was probably swirling it under her nostrils.

The bubbles tickled her nose as he tipped the glass slightly towards her. The cold fizzled on her tongue and she swallowed greedily at the heady taste.

The glass left her lips and she sat back, waiting.

A plump, sweet object was pressed against her lips. Her tongue snaked out to taste and it began to move, tracing the length of her mouth. It paused for a slight moment and she bit down, the taste of fresh strawberry flooding her mouth.

“Strawberries bring out the taste of the champagne…or so they say.” His low voice vibrated down her spine. Reaching out towards him, she settled her hands on her thighs, closing her palms on his hips.

“Personally I don’t think it could taste better than when….” He was licking her again, “I taste it this way.”

He moved from her, only to come back a few breaths later, his mouth on hers again. She felt him open his mouth and champagne spilled from him, dribbling it slowly into hers. A few drops escaped but he caught them with his warm tongue, drawing a long, shuddering sigh from Ciara.

A session of slow, sensuous feeding followed a burst of various tastes kept Ciara guessing. From goat’s cheese, to salty crackers to juicy, messy fruit was placed on her lips one after the other.

“I’m thirsty…” Ciara whispered.

She heard a clang to her left and turned her face…was it ice cubes in a bucket?

“Right you are baby…”

Wet, icy fingers brushed her lips, pinching the frozen morsel. Pouting her lips, she drew it into her mouth, sucking on the offering.

She heard his intake of breath, felt his chest expand as it brushed over her nipples.

The cube was taken from her lips, brushing it down her chin, it found its way slowly down her throat. Her neck arched as it slipped lower, melting on her scorching skin.

A splayed hand followed the wet trail, hooking on a button he popped them one by one pealing the material aside, leaving her bare before his hungry, glinting eyes.

The coldness swirled over her left breast, as it touched her puckered nipple she hissed. Her head suddenly felt too heavy for her neck and she slumped it backwards, unconsciously exposing the wild ticking vein in her neck.

A hand cupped her chin, keeping her head just there…”You’re a seductive little witch aren’t you?” the voice was a low, growl in her ears. Jon’s forefinger rubbed at her lower lip and for his trouble he received a sharp bite from Ciara.

“Ssshhhhhhhhhhh…you like to bite…hhmmmmmm.”

The ice cube was now swirling around the second nipple, the extreme coldness brought a stingy, numbness with it and she moaned as pleasure and pain fused together.

“Hmmmmmm…your moans set my veins on fire…lets see if I can make you moan summore…”

His dark admission stroked her core and she felt the unmistakable rush of heat between her thighs.

The cube was trailing towards her stomach, slow twirls mapped all over her skin, it kept on circling lower…

Jon’s lips puckered against her neck, the wild throbbing picked up a notch, pushing against his sensitive lips. He snarled as his fangs punched down, scraping past his lips.

Ciara was in a battle of her own, trying to focus on his lips in her neck and the ever lower moving ice cube proved difficult but as his hand brushed her inner thighs and the first brush as he nudge at her nub she lost all strength in her body and she became bone less.

She arched backwards onto the carpet, her hands stroking his hairy thighs.

Jon watched as her hips undulated with each stroke of the ice cube against her womanhood. Her breasts swelled as hormones flooded the mounts, the tight tips reached for the sky. Jon felt his mouth water in anticipation as the slosh of her blood drummed in his ears.

The rush of pleasure hurtled through her body like an electric charge rendering her panting.

Her temporary blindness heightened her senses to a sharp awareness and she focused on every sound from him, every unexpected touch, every growl…snarl…

Jon lifted her off his thighs, gripping her waist, he twisted her around setting her on all fours.

His hands brushed the gentle slope of her spine, tracing the swell of her buttocks he leaned closer, stamping kisses over the soft skin of her buttocks. His hand dipped between her thighs, finding the soaking wetness there he eased two fingers into the tight walls.

“Ooohhhh God Jon!” She pressed into his hand, her hips bucked as he punched into her, his strength pushing her forward.

She felt him behind her, towering above her, his thighs brushed against the back of hers. Jon’s free hand roamed across her burning skin. His gums ached from his ever lengthening fangs, a fist was punching in his chest and he groaned as if in pain. His shaft felt heavy, throbbing painfully as Ciara’s moans became louder, her breaths leaving her lungs in tight, little gasps.

“Please d..on’t stop….Jon!”

“Begging already baby?”

His throaty laugh washed over her pulsing body.

Not able to fight the excruciating ache in his body anymore, he replaced his fingers with one hard stroke as he seated himself deep inside her.

Ciara cried out when his length filled her, the hunger clawed inside her and she pushed back, her nails digging into the carpet to keep her from collapsing when he answered her thrust with a violent thrust of his own.

Together they moved as one, their breaths matched each other, his strength overpowered her, but it was meant to be, her femininity against his feral possession.

Jon was sure he was about to explode, the pleasure was immeasurable; he could drown in her tight heat. Another unquenchable craving hit him in the gut. Swallowing at the sandpaper scraping his throat, he ached to feel the warmth of her blood spilling down his throat.

She was splayed before him, her bare back was his for the taking, anywhere he wished.

Lowering himself against her back without missing a thrust he kissed the spot he had decided on.

“Forgive me baby…” his whisper didn’t hit home until she felt the burn sliced into her skin. His mouth latched onto her, suckling greedily.

An explosion went off in his head, nothing could ever taste like this…nothing! Her dark, thick nectar zinged in his veins warming him where the other feeding of earlier tonight left him cold…wanting more.

The grip of her body as she was thrown into a climax had him extracting his fangs from her skin. Her energy shot from her and she was about to collapse but he slid an arm around her waist bringing her up against his chest.

Jon thrusts was getting even stronger, his arm kept her upright as it slipped beneath her breasts, pushing her tightly into him.

She yearned to see his face as he made love to her but as she reached for the blindfold, his hand closed over hers.

“Just feel me...listen to my breathing…are bodies are one…” his words brushed the whorl of her ear.

Chapter 162

Ciara stared at him in silence. His body was above her, his muscles coiled, his body still rock hard inside her.

His gleaming dark eyes burned into her, his handsome face drawn tight.

How was it possible that she could still want him? She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, she ached for him…endlessly.

She arched wantonly as his lips touched the flat planes of her stomach. His teeth clamped together, pinching her skin and she hissed, arching towards his onslaught.

His tongue soothed the sting, circling higher motioning towards the creamy mounts bathed by the moonlight.

Ciara’s fingers dug into the soft, springy locks at Jon’s nape, a soft mewling floated into the air and when Jon’s satisfied rumble joined in she realized it was she.

She focused on the soft play of his mouth underneath her breasts, his tongue lapped, his lips suckled, his teeth nibbled. When those full lips closed over her aching, sensitive nubs, her mewling morphed into soft little gasps. Her hands became restless, pressing down on his head, keeping him captive against her breasts.

His powerful hands stroked her skin igniting her overheated skin until she thoughts she might sizzle into a heap of ashes.

He seemed to have read her mind, and he mumbled between her breasts.

“I cannot seem to extinguish the burning inside you baby…but hell…I’m so gonna enjoy trying…” His words faltered once again as he lost himself between her swollen breasts, rubbing his still swollen member over her mound.

An unexpected cry shot from her throat as she was suddenly snapped up in his arms.

“Close you eyes honey…I’m taking us home.”

Moments later they were in the sitting room.

Setting her down, he laced his fingers with her own, leading her towards the bedroom.

Reaching for one of his shirts, he threw it towards her, busying himself with a pair of comfortable, worn shorts.

His eyes examined her pale features. She looked so frail, her slim form spoke of poor eating.

“You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” He turned to look at her pouty lips, a soft laugh filled the air.

“I sometimes forget how young you are…so precious.” He left a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll fix you something…and I wont take no for an answer!” He had already turned from, her thoughts bringing a sly smile to his face.

“I always keep to my promises Sweet Angel…I need you strong for what I have planned for you…and there is gonna be some begging…trust me.”

The flash of fangs and the raw promise in his eyes brought the tee over her head in a second flat.

She tip toed towards the kitchen, standing in the door way, she watched as he prepared her some light snacks. Fresh fruit were diced and cubed beneath deft fingers.

Inching closer, she settled onto a chair, drawing her knees up as she watched him work in silence as he prepared a platter fit for a king.

“I hope you are going to join in? I’ll never be able to finish all that.”

He didn’t falter, the knife carved masterfully, his hands placing the food artfully on a plate.

He eventually came towards her, the colorful platter balanced on his palm.

“Your appetite is quite intricate these days. I just wanted to make sure there would be something you’ll like.”

She eyed the carefully prepared feast with growing interest.

“Thank you.”

He walked past her, nodding towards the living room she followed silently.

He stopped in the middle of the room, waiting silently for her he handed her the plate.

“I’m gonna get us something to drink, be back in a minute.”

He found her on the carpet, the plate balanced on her on her knees.

She eyed the tray in his hand.

“Champagne? What are we celebrating?”

“Your return.”

She smiled as she popped a grape into her mouth.

Placing the tray on the coffee table, he lifted the plate from her sliding it next to the glasses.

Grabbing both her ankles he opened her legs, pulling her closer to him until she was between his legs. He bent his legs keeping her in an intimate circle while her thighs rested on his own.

From out of no where a black satin scarf appeared in his hands, Ciara’s heart skipped a beat.

The silent request was written in the glowing orbs, she nodded, closing her eyes, she waited willingly.

His gentle touch feathered on her face as he tightened the soft material around her eyes.