For a breathless few moments Ciara stopped breathing as she felt him at her entrance. Her womb clenched…her womanhood was soaked with her eagerness.
Ciara was sure her heart stopped the moment she felt him nudge her entrance. Watching him as he slid home she shuddered as his length stretched her, filling her to the hilt.
A smile broke on his passion filled face.
“Ciara… baby…breathe”
Her pent up breathe mingled with a feminine cry left her throat as he pulled slightly back and shoved deeper.
Her buttocks were balanced on his hands, lifting her higher she opened up even more. Was it possible that he could fill her even deeper?
Ciara was sure the world was spinning. Never in her life had she experienced lovemaking so intense, so devastating.
Their bodies locked together, she met each thrust with her own. Her eyes never left his, her breathe never returned and with each plunge of his powerful body she died a little in his arms.
Jon stared at his angel lost in their lovemaking. Soft, mewling cries drifted from her swollen lips, Tiny ringlets of her hair plastered against her sweaty face. Their bodies were slick with sweat, her body pulled at him, pulsing around his steel, keeping him captive, keeping him right there…
She was never as beautiful to him as she was at that moment. All emotions flowed from her, her dark slumberous eyes shined with love, her hands worshipped the planes of his body.
Ciara was sure she couldn’t stand his unbridled lovemaking any longer. His thrusts were getting stronger, lifting her hips from the bed with every rhythmic pulse of his hips.
Jon fangs scraped along her skin, giving her pleasure and pain. As he reached her exposed neck, her hands clutched his nape. Her lips moved against his jaw and he stilled for a breathless moment.
“Feed from me …”
“I’m going to hurt you baby…Oh Gooodddd.” Ciara had flicked her hips upwards, dipping her mouth lower, she nipped his throat.
Leaning back into the pillows, she locked her fingers in his hair, pulling him down towards her.
His rumble shook his body, vibrating against her skin. His tongue licked slowly over the ticking vein, he poised…and bit down.
The moment his fangs punched into her skin Ciara was thrown into a stupefying world of color and immense pleasure.
Her scream was deafening in his ears, her violent tremors caught him unawares, and as her blood spilled into his mouth they were thrown into the ultimate culmination two bodies could possibly achieve.
Ciara felt him swell and pulse within her, his arms held her safe, his body overpowered her, demanding her release and she whimpered as her womb pulsed wildly.
His mouth surged strongly against her throat, her body rippled endlessly, wave after wave swept through her, never easing its grip on her.
Ciara moaned pitifully when he extracted his fangs, she didn’t want to break the closeness. She wanted him to need her…
Leaning closer to the shell of her ear, he licked playfully, his voice but a whisper.
“I need you baby…in every damn way a man could need his woman…but I just need you that little bit more…you are the only one that can satisfied my needs… ”
Ciara gripped the blonde sweaty bangs as it disappeared once again between her breasts. She was on a high that didn’t seem to lose its strength, even after her violent climax, she still wanted more.
He stilled above her, shielding her with his body, he balanced his weight carefully, not wanting to part with her but didn’t want to cause her any discomfort either.
Their breaths matched in perfect unison, their bodies glistened with sweat.
Ciara felt limbless as she lay beneath him, stamping kisses along his shoulder, she thought her heart might burst.
She felt him shift against her, her circling fingers stilled as she expected him to slide from her but she was so wrong and to her surprise she felt herself come alive once again.
His throaty laugh brought his face into focus and she smiled self consciously. Was it even possible? He was still hard inside her. Her insides clamped yet again.
“Oooh yes its possible. Remember you are an Enepsigos. Your body ache for mine and as God is my witness, I can’t get enough of you…never enough.” His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly rammed deeper into her. Her gasp and her huge dark eyes stoked the fires deep within and his body surged, filling her, giving her every inch he had.
“Ooooh….God…Jon!” His lovemaking woke a storm from within, just as she thought the hurricane might destroy her, he was there to save her, taking her to an even higher level she had never thought possible.
Ciara latched onto a male nipple, nibbling restlessly, she suddenly bit down, drawing blood. There was only one thing missing and that she intended to get…her way.
Strong hands gripped her thighs and he kept trusting, each stroke deeper…harder than the next.
“Take it baby! Do you want more…I’ll give you more…” his finger stroked just above his nipple in one fluent motion and suddenly the scent was there…strong, overwhelmingly delectable.
Ciara was so wrapped up with the taste of him in her mouth and him so deep inside that she only realized he had changed position when her knees dug into the mattress.
Her thighs clamped his hips, she didn’t know if it was even possible but he penetrated even deeper and she didn’t know where he began, and she ended. They were one…one movement…one heartbeat.
His hands gripped her hips, picking her up with his strong hands, he slammed her down, and with every stroke Ciara lost herself that little bit more.
Jon heard her hissed as he flattened her breasts against his chest. He didn’t want space between them tonight, only skin on skin, breath mingled with breath. Jon gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders, her hair cascaded down her back and with every sure stroke, he felt her breasts jingle against his.
Ciara shuddered as her climax crashed over her, her walls pulsed, milking his shaft rhythmically.
Jon groaned as he felt her walls close around him, she was so tight he thought he might hurt her but her moans told him otherwise.
The energy drained from her in one fell swoop. She collapsed against him, her body heaving, her heartbeat a loud gallop in their ears.
A soft laugh tumbled from his lips and her eyes followed his source of his humor.
Their bodies were covered in shed blood, his and hers…dark smudges smeared down her breasts, covering her stomach. Ciara watched in horror as he snickered, his tongue darted out, tracing lazy circles over her breasts, ridding her skin of their blood.
It took him a while and by the looks of it he enjoyed it immensely. Easing her slowly off him he tumbled her onto the bed, his mouth fused with hers, stealing her newly found breath.
Jon settled back, pushing from the bed, he was about to stand up when she grabbed his wrist.
“Wait….don’t I get to return the favor?”
He stilled as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Raising up to her knees, she began her onslaught from his navel, working her way slowly upwards.
The taste of her own blood mingled with his tasted foreign to her and she faltered for a moment.
“Don’t you like your own taste?” he hissed as she dipped her tongue in his navel, nipping her way higher. She liked the power she had over him…
After a torturous few minutes spend on his chest and over his nipples, he cupped her chin, lifting her face for his kiss.
He could feel her body slacking, her mind growing weary. She was fully satisfied…for now.
The thought of her begging him to take her, easing her unquenchable lust harden his body yet again and he pulled the sheets aside, easing her back.
“You need your sleep Sweetheart. You will be ready for my loving in a few hours time…until then…sweet dreams.”
The last thing she felt was his lips on her temple, and his arms pulling her closer, shielding her body with his.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Chapter 156
The night seemed like an eternity, her nightmares inundated his mind, setting his teeth on edge. His veins were ignited with jealousy and pent-up passion.
Her pitiful whimpers filled the night, her burning body jerked in fear and at times swayed with lust, her hips rotating against his,
Xander’s blazing crimson eyes were edged in her mind, amber, and emerald irises closed in on her, fangs ripping into her pearly skin, tasting her, low, lustul growls bombarding her. A familiar face loomed into view, the tautning, cruel face guffawed above her, his hands clawing her breasts, his mouth clasped on her throat, latched onto her vein…The bastard was Xander’s brother?!
“No! Please God no! It hurts!” Ciara twisted, tears streaming down her face, her hands dug into the mattress.
Jon gripped her shoulders.
“Ciara…baby wake up! Ciara!” Her eyelids fluttered open, her breaths escaped her lips in tiny gasps.
“Jon!” Her heart bounced in her chest. She hung onto him for dear life, “It was a nightmare …its all over! Thank God!”
Her love for him flooded his wounded soul and he reared onto his haunches, pulling her up and into his chest, his hands cradling her head.
“That’s right Sweetheart. It’s all over. You are here with me, safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again.”
Her body slacked as his promise penetrated her mind.
“Yes…I know.” She turned her face only to bury it into his neck. Her teary gasps morphed into deep breaths. She couldn’t get enough of him, and she tried to fill her lungs with him, her body pushing closer to his, melting into his hardness.
The need to be comforted slowly changed into a craving…a craving to be filled to the hilt with all of him, his body straining against hers, his mouth tasting, his hands touching, molding to fit his demanding body.
The scent of her arousal punched into his groin and he groaned loudly, his chest vibrating with the force of it.
Their bodies suddenly knew, her body grew soft against his solidity. Her pupils dilated even more, her lips slacked, eagerly awaiting his plundering kiss.
“Jesus baby! I’m going to hurt you…I need you so bad!” His eyes flared in the darkness, the azure lights lit behind his irises. He closed his eyes for a moment but she reached out…
“Open your eyes, show me your passion…I want to see it.”
He refused to obey, turning his face from her, he grunted, lisping as he stared at the moon.
“I’m going to scare you, I always do when I’m like this. I’m trying my damndest not to turn but God knows I cannot keep it back…” He roared against her.
Ciara reached out to cradle his face.
“Jon…look at me…” Her hands coaxed him to turn his moonlit face towards her. His eyes glowed from their sockets, his long, white fangs pushed passed his lips.
“Do you like what you see Ciara? A monster…that’s what I am. A fucking monster, aching to ravage you like a animal, taking your body, easing my craving from your vein…you don’t deserve it, you deserve so much more.”
Her fingertips brushed over his lips, paying special attention to each fang. Tracing the length of them she gasped as he suddenly caught her index finger between his lips.
“They’re not toys baby, they kill…”
“They won’t kill me…that’s all that matters.”
Capturing her chin he kept her captive.
“And my eyes…look at me…can you bear to look at me without fearing what I might do to you? What I WANT to do to you?”
She met his gaze straight on, keeping it.
“Yes…yes I can. There is a difference when your eyes look like this and when…when you are enraged. At times I do get scared when I see the violence in them but these last couple of weeks I’ve learned the difference between your eyes and the cold, lifeless ones of the vampires that crossed my path. Yours are different…so different. They sometimes burn with passion, always with ferocity but whatever reason it was there was always something…humanity. You haven’t lost your humanity… you must never lose your humanity.”
His orbs flashed as emotions flared deep inside his core. How well she knew him! And dammit how much he loved her for it! His arms caged around her, pulling her tightly against him, he felt her heartbeat tap against his chest.
“Jon?”
“Yeah?” Was he choking the life out of her?
“Make love to me.”
Ciara wasn’t sure if he heard her. He was frozen, his body poised, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.
“Oh sweet Jesus baby…You dunno what your asking!” She whimpered the moment his mouth slammed down onto hers, his fangs nicked her lips but she didn’t care. She was in Jon’s arms, nothing mattered but him and his fierce lovemaking.
Jon hauled the sheet from her, leaving her naked, exposed to his flaming eyes.
“I’ve missed you like this…”
His hands traced her shoulders, stroking the soft skin of her arms, he brought her hands towards his lips. Jon flipped her palms upwards, kissing the sensitive skin there, licking teasingly.
“Hhhmmmmm.” Ciara murmured appreciatively.
His lips abandoned her palms and she grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep her from swaying into him. His shoulders bunched beneath her touch. Lowering her fingers, they searched for the last few buttons, fumbling clumsily; she managed to pull the material aside, slipping it from his proud, strong shoulders.
His hands were stroking her waist, hovering on her hips, he pulled her closer, his thumbs rubbing the soft swell of her tummy.
“Skin like silk….” He rumbled appreciatively.
Ciara moaned impatiently, grabbing hold of one hand, she ushered it towards an aching breast. His hand closed onto the mount, kneading it slowly, he held her weight in his hand, his thumb flicking across the pink nub. Feeling an irrepressible need to taste it he nipped, drawing it into his mouth, he suckled. The suckling was so intense Ciara cried out. Easing his intensity, he turned towards the twin, unleashing his growing desire there too.
Jon wrapped one arm around her, stroking her throat with his splayed palm, he pressed harder into her as he slid lower, pushing her backwards, coaxing her to arch her back, granting him full access to her breasts and jutting hips.
The moistness of his mouth and his eager licking tongue cooled her skin as it trailed all over her. Capturing her hand he pulled it above her head, her other arm followed and she stretched over his arm, her breasts jutting, her throat exposed.
A calloused hand brushed over her face, his thumb rubbed over her lips and just as he circled it once again, she bit down, drawing it into her mouth, suckling hungrily.
His thumb escaped from her mouth, dropping it to her dark nest of curls, he touched the wetness to her swollen nub.
“Ooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmm.” Her hips flicked towards his hand. Not satisfied with what he felt he dropped his hand even lower, pushing slowly, he slid two fingers into her moistness.
Ciara cried out, her thighs quivered as she fought to remain upright. Extracting his fingers from her he swooped her up, lifting her, he settled her onto the bed.
Her hands closed around the buckle of his belt. Pulling impatiently, she felt it slip. Her fingers fumbled with the button, turning towards the zipper she peeled the pants back.
His erection sprung free and she reached out, cupping his heaviness beneath his proud shaft.
He suddenly reared from the bed, pulling at the jeans, he yanked it lower, stepping out of it.
Leaning over the bed, Jon’s hands closed around her ankles pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.
She waited in anticipation as his eyes burned into her, his hands molding her thighs, widening it.
He grew still above her, taking his time, he drank in her flustered appearance, from her heaving breasts down to her glistening womanhood.
“Jon…please…”
She pushed upwards, reaching for him.
Jon moved in between her thighs, sliding his palms upwards, he gripped her hips, holding her restless body still beneath his. His eyes burned with ferocity, something shifted as his gaze roamed over her squirming body.
“Did you beg for his touch just like you are begging for mine?” Jon wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer but he waited for it, staring down at her aroused body, her shocked face.
Ciara gasped at his gritting words. Her body was on fire, her insides were pulsing with anticipation, couldn’t he feel it?
“Never.” She bit her lip, fighting the tears threatening to spill. Why was he doing this?
Jon felt her dishonesty and it hurt like hell.
“Look at me Ciara. I want you to look at me…see me as I am when I make love to you.”
She nodded eagerly, her hips raised from the bed and Jon cupped her buttocks. Possessiveness poured from him in spicy waves fusing with her dark, sweet scent.
Her pitiful whimpers filled the night, her burning body jerked in fear and at times swayed with lust, her hips rotating against his,
Xander’s blazing crimson eyes were edged in her mind, amber, and emerald irises closed in on her, fangs ripping into her pearly skin, tasting her, low, lustul growls bombarding her. A familiar face loomed into view, the tautning, cruel face guffawed above her, his hands clawing her breasts, his mouth clasped on her throat, latched onto her vein…The bastard was Xander’s brother?!
“No! Please God no! It hurts!” Ciara twisted, tears streaming down her face, her hands dug into the mattress.
Jon gripped her shoulders.
“Ciara…baby wake up! Ciara!” Her eyelids fluttered open, her breaths escaped her lips in tiny gasps.
“Jon!” Her heart bounced in her chest. She hung onto him for dear life, “It was a nightmare …its all over! Thank God!”
Her love for him flooded his wounded soul and he reared onto his haunches, pulling her up and into his chest, his hands cradling her head.
“That’s right Sweetheart. It’s all over. You are here with me, safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again.”
Her body slacked as his promise penetrated her mind.
“Yes…I know.” She turned her face only to bury it into his neck. Her teary gasps morphed into deep breaths. She couldn’t get enough of him, and she tried to fill her lungs with him, her body pushing closer to his, melting into his hardness.
The need to be comforted slowly changed into a craving…a craving to be filled to the hilt with all of him, his body straining against hers, his mouth tasting, his hands touching, molding to fit his demanding body.
The scent of her arousal punched into his groin and he groaned loudly, his chest vibrating with the force of it.
Their bodies suddenly knew, her body grew soft against his solidity. Her pupils dilated even more, her lips slacked, eagerly awaiting his plundering kiss.
“Jesus baby! I’m going to hurt you…I need you so bad!” His eyes flared in the darkness, the azure lights lit behind his irises. He closed his eyes for a moment but she reached out…
“Open your eyes, show me your passion…I want to see it.”
He refused to obey, turning his face from her, he grunted, lisping as he stared at the moon.
“I’m going to scare you, I always do when I’m like this. I’m trying my damndest not to turn but God knows I cannot keep it back…” He roared against her.
Ciara reached out to cradle his face.
“Jon…look at me…” Her hands coaxed him to turn his moonlit face towards her. His eyes glowed from their sockets, his long, white fangs pushed passed his lips.
“Do you like what you see Ciara? A monster…that’s what I am. A fucking monster, aching to ravage you like a animal, taking your body, easing my craving from your vein…you don’t deserve it, you deserve so much more.”
Her fingertips brushed over his lips, paying special attention to each fang. Tracing the length of them she gasped as he suddenly caught her index finger between his lips.
“They’re not toys baby, they kill…”
“They won’t kill me…that’s all that matters.”
Capturing her chin he kept her captive.
“And my eyes…look at me…can you bear to look at me without fearing what I might do to you? What I WANT to do to you?”
She met his gaze straight on, keeping it.
“Yes…yes I can. There is a difference when your eyes look like this and when…when you are enraged. At times I do get scared when I see the violence in them but these last couple of weeks I’ve learned the difference between your eyes and the cold, lifeless ones of the vampires that crossed my path. Yours are different…so different. They sometimes burn with passion, always with ferocity but whatever reason it was there was always something…humanity. You haven’t lost your humanity… you must never lose your humanity.”
His orbs flashed as emotions flared deep inside his core. How well she knew him! And dammit how much he loved her for it! His arms caged around her, pulling her tightly against him, he felt her heartbeat tap against his chest.
“Jon?”
“Yeah?” Was he choking the life out of her?
“Make love to me.”
Ciara wasn’t sure if he heard her. He was frozen, his body poised, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.
“Oh sweet Jesus baby…You dunno what your asking!” She whimpered the moment his mouth slammed down onto hers, his fangs nicked her lips but she didn’t care. She was in Jon’s arms, nothing mattered but him and his fierce lovemaking.
Jon hauled the sheet from her, leaving her naked, exposed to his flaming eyes.
“I’ve missed you like this…”
His hands traced her shoulders, stroking the soft skin of her arms, he brought her hands towards his lips. Jon flipped her palms upwards, kissing the sensitive skin there, licking teasingly.
“Hhhmmmmm.” Ciara murmured appreciatively.
His lips abandoned her palms and she grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep her from swaying into him. His shoulders bunched beneath her touch. Lowering her fingers, they searched for the last few buttons, fumbling clumsily; she managed to pull the material aside, slipping it from his proud, strong shoulders.
His hands were stroking her waist, hovering on her hips, he pulled her closer, his thumbs rubbing the soft swell of her tummy.
“Skin like silk….” He rumbled appreciatively.
Ciara moaned impatiently, grabbing hold of one hand, she ushered it towards an aching breast. His hand closed onto the mount, kneading it slowly, he held her weight in his hand, his thumb flicking across the pink nub. Feeling an irrepressible need to taste it he nipped, drawing it into his mouth, he suckled. The suckling was so intense Ciara cried out. Easing his intensity, he turned towards the twin, unleashing his growing desire there too.
Jon wrapped one arm around her, stroking her throat with his splayed palm, he pressed harder into her as he slid lower, pushing her backwards, coaxing her to arch her back, granting him full access to her breasts and jutting hips.
The moistness of his mouth and his eager licking tongue cooled her skin as it trailed all over her. Capturing her hand he pulled it above her head, her other arm followed and she stretched over his arm, her breasts jutting, her throat exposed.
A calloused hand brushed over her face, his thumb rubbed over her lips and just as he circled it once again, she bit down, drawing it into her mouth, suckling hungrily.
His thumb escaped from her mouth, dropping it to her dark nest of curls, he touched the wetness to her swollen nub.
“Ooohhhhmmmmmmmmmmm.” Her hips flicked towards his hand. Not satisfied with what he felt he dropped his hand even lower, pushing slowly, he slid two fingers into her moistness.
Ciara cried out, her thighs quivered as she fought to remain upright. Extracting his fingers from her he swooped her up, lifting her, he settled her onto the bed.
Her hands closed around the buckle of his belt. Pulling impatiently, she felt it slip. Her fingers fumbled with the button, turning towards the zipper she peeled the pants back.
His erection sprung free and she reached out, cupping his heaviness beneath his proud shaft.
He suddenly reared from the bed, pulling at the jeans, he yanked it lower, stepping out of it.
Leaning over the bed, Jon’s hands closed around her ankles pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.
She waited in anticipation as his eyes burned into her, his hands molding her thighs, widening it.
He grew still above her, taking his time, he drank in her flustered appearance, from her heaving breasts down to her glistening womanhood.
“Jon…please…”
She pushed upwards, reaching for him.
Jon moved in between her thighs, sliding his palms upwards, he gripped her hips, holding her restless body still beneath his. His eyes burned with ferocity, something shifted as his gaze roamed over her squirming body.
“Did you beg for his touch just like you are begging for mine?” Jon wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer but he waited for it, staring down at her aroused body, her shocked face.
Ciara gasped at his gritting words. Her body was on fire, her insides were pulsing with anticipation, couldn’t he feel it?
“Never.” She bit her lip, fighting the tears threatening to spill. Why was he doing this?
Jon felt her dishonesty and it hurt like hell.
“Look at me Ciara. I want you to look at me…see me as I am when I make love to you.”
She nodded eagerly, her hips raised from the bed and Jon cupped her buttocks. Possessiveness poured from him in spicy waves fusing with her dark, sweet scent.
Chapter 155
Ciara felt her knees buckle as his blood spurted past his mouth. Easing his fangs from his skin, he felt the dark liquid stream though the puncture wounds.
Ciara felt shame as her heart galloped by the mere thought of her using him for her own needs. He turned towards her, waiting…
“Drink up…” her mouth suddenly meshed with his, tasting the warm, fresh blood on his lips she moaned. He didn’t allow the kiss for too long and moved slightly from her, directing her towards his offering.
She latched on like a starving baby, suckling greedily she grab hold of his wrist, keeping him there.
She didn’t realise her eyes had drifted close until they shot open when his growl reached her ears.
His blonde head was tilted backwards, his face bathed by the moon streaming through the window. He swallowed, his adam’s apple jumping in his throat.
The urge to feel it moving underneath her tongue was greater than her hunger and she changed her focus. Spanning his chest with her hands, she stroked upwards, touching the bulge in his neck tentatively. Closing the last remaining space between them she sighed as her lips found its target. He swallowed again and she nibbled, nipping at the skin drawn to tightly over the bulge in his neck.
“Ciara!”
His hands tangled in her hair, keepin her right there, he gave her full reign. Her swollen lips mapped along his throat, tasting, teasing.
Scenes suddenly flashed in his mind and Jon stilled, his veins chilled by the things he had seen in her darkest, troubled memories.
Ciara felt him stiffen.
An akward silence fell over them as Jon refused to meet her questioning gaze.
“You need to rest.” His tongue flicked over the puncture wounds, hie eyes seemed dark, stormy…
Shame washed over her heated limbs and she stumbled over her words.
“I…I am tired. I think I need to shower first.” Her hands touched the stickiness of his blood smeared in her hair. She would do anything right now just to get away from his aloofness. Was it judgement she saw in his eyes or disdain?
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He rubbed his eyes and turned away. Her thoughts cut though him, was he that obvious? Would he ever be able to erase the scenes from his mind?
Ciara stepped out of the shower her mind in a rush but her craving soothed, satisfied with the blood her mate had given her.
Slipping the towel from her overheated skin, she searched the room for Jon but she was alone, feeling deserted…unwanted.
Sliding onto the cool, fresh sheets she fought to keep her eyelids open, she wanted to wait for him but her body had decided otherwise.
Staring at the soft rustle of the curtains dancing in the breeze, she sighed as sleep claimed her, his name on her lips.
Jon stepped from the shadows, his eyes burning onto the slim, naked woman in his bed. Her face was relaxed in deep sleep, her arms, clutched his pillow like a child would cradle a teddy bear. From where he stood he could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the sickly scent of another vampire stamped into her skin. His eyes drifted towards the dark puncture wounds taunting him just above the dark womanly curls covering her womanhood.
The smell of his own blood alerted him that his nails were digging into his palms and he flicked the open cuts towards his mouth, closing it.
He felt the irresistible urge to rip Xander’s stamp from her skin, replacing it with his own, but as he lowered his mouth towards the tiny holes, he licked tentatively, willing them to heal, watching as they sealed shut.
A soft sigh whispered from her lips, easing onto her back, he swallowed at the saliva pooling into his mouth. Even in sleep, she begged for his touch…his or Xander’s?
Hatred cut like barbed wire through his guts and he felt the deft slice as his fangs ripped through his gums. Peeling his lips back he swore he could taste her on his tongue already, her thick, sweet nectar spilling into his mouth, streaming down his throat.
He was about to swoop down and take what he craved when her body stiffened, her hands coming up in defense.
“Please Jon, not like this…I…just can’t…”
Shame threatened to choke him. The fear in her eyes and the shiver in her voice froze him and all he could do was stare at her quivering body, cursing himself for being so unrestrained.
Jon knifed from the bed.
“Jon! Please don’t …don’t leave me alone. I’m scared of my own nightmares…will you stay with me and when it gets too bad, will you wake me up?”
She was almost sure he was going to walk away. It was in his stiff shoulders and the way his fists bulged but he turned around nonetheless, the human Jon stared down at her, his handsome face tight, his jaw ticking.
She waited for his response, her beautiful, flushed face stared expectantly at his. The planes of her curves, were worshipped by the playfulness of the moonlight, dipping into the dark crevices and hightlighting the soft swelling stretching from her delicate neck to her feminine feet.
He stretched out beside her, pulling the sheet up and over her form, he waited …for God knows what.
Just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she turned towards him, her tiny voice driting towards his oversensitive ears.
“Will you hold me?”
His body was coiled like a snake ready to strike but he paced himself, turning slowly towards her, he opened his arms, feeling her shuffle closer, her hair brushed his arm, the scent of roses tickled his nostrils.
Ciara buried her flaming cheeks against his cool chest, sighing softly, she felt him shiver as her hot breath fanned his skin.
“Are you comfortable with your clothes on?” Her nose was rubbing across his naked chest, one hand clamped his shirt, the other brushing his cool skin.
“Yeah…I’m ok.”
She stilled for a moment, her breath hitched.
Rejection was a painful thing, especially if it came from Jon.
“G’night.” Her lips moved against his skin as the words got lost there.
“G’night Ciara.”
He didn’t say a word after that even when he felt her scalding tears soaked in his skin. There were no words only understanding for her pain and confusion.
His hand tangled into the dark, silky curls, stroking softly, he soothed her fear and guilt, lulling her until a deep slumber claimed her overwrought body.
Ciara felt shame as her heart galloped by the mere thought of her using him for her own needs. He turned towards her, waiting…
“Drink up…” her mouth suddenly meshed with his, tasting the warm, fresh blood on his lips she moaned. He didn’t allow the kiss for too long and moved slightly from her, directing her towards his offering.
She latched on like a starving baby, suckling greedily she grab hold of his wrist, keeping him there.
She didn’t realise her eyes had drifted close until they shot open when his growl reached her ears.
His blonde head was tilted backwards, his face bathed by the moon streaming through the window. He swallowed, his adam’s apple jumping in his throat.
The urge to feel it moving underneath her tongue was greater than her hunger and she changed her focus. Spanning his chest with her hands, she stroked upwards, touching the bulge in his neck tentatively. Closing the last remaining space between them she sighed as her lips found its target. He swallowed again and she nibbled, nipping at the skin drawn to tightly over the bulge in his neck.
“Ciara!”
His hands tangled in her hair, keepin her right there, he gave her full reign. Her swollen lips mapped along his throat, tasting, teasing.
Scenes suddenly flashed in his mind and Jon stilled, his veins chilled by the things he had seen in her darkest, troubled memories.
Ciara felt him stiffen.
An akward silence fell over them as Jon refused to meet her questioning gaze.
“You need to rest.” His tongue flicked over the puncture wounds, hie eyes seemed dark, stormy…
Shame washed over her heated limbs and she stumbled over her words.
“I…I am tired. I think I need to shower first.” Her hands touched the stickiness of his blood smeared in her hair. She would do anything right now just to get away from his aloofness. Was it judgement she saw in his eyes or disdain?
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” He rubbed his eyes and turned away. Her thoughts cut though him, was he that obvious? Would he ever be able to erase the scenes from his mind?
Ciara stepped out of the shower her mind in a rush but her craving soothed, satisfied with the blood her mate had given her.
Slipping the towel from her overheated skin, she searched the room for Jon but she was alone, feeling deserted…unwanted.
Sliding onto the cool, fresh sheets she fought to keep her eyelids open, she wanted to wait for him but her body had decided otherwise.
Staring at the soft rustle of the curtains dancing in the breeze, she sighed as sleep claimed her, his name on her lips.
Jon stepped from the shadows, his eyes burning onto the slim, naked woman in his bed. Her face was relaxed in deep sleep, her arms, clutched his pillow like a child would cradle a teddy bear. From where he stood he could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the sickly scent of another vampire stamped into her skin. His eyes drifted towards the dark puncture wounds taunting him just above the dark womanly curls covering her womanhood.
The smell of his own blood alerted him that his nails were digging into his palms and he flicked the open cuts towards his mouth, closing it.
He felt the irresistible urge to rip Xander’s stamp from her skin, replacing it with his own, but as he lowered his mouth towards the tiny holes, he licked tentatively, willing them to heal, watching as they sealed shut.
A soft sigh whispered from her lips, easing onto her back, he swallowed at the saliva pooling into his mouth. Even in sleep, she begged for his touch…his or Xander’s?
Hatred cut like barbed wire through his guts and he felt the deft slice as his fangs ripped through his gums. Peeling his lips back he swore he could taste her on his tongue already, her thick, sweet nectar spilling into his mouth, streaming down his throat.
He was about to swoop down and take what he craved when her body stiffened, her hands coming up in defense.
“Please Jon, not like this…I…just can’t…”
Shame threatened to choke him. The fear in her eyes and the shiver in her voice froze him and all he could do was stare at her quivering body, cursing himself for being so unrestrained.
Jon knifed from the bed.
“Jon! Please don’t …don’t leave me alone. I’m scared of my own nightmares…will you stay with me and when it gets too bad, will you wake me up?”
She was almost sure he was going to walk away. It was in his stiff shoulders and the way his fists bulged but he turned around nonetheless, the human Jon stared down at her, his handsome face tight, his jaw ticking.
She waited for his response, her beautiful, flushed face stared expectantly at his. The planes of her curves, were worshipped by the playfulness of the moonlight, dipping into the dark crevices and hightlighting the soft swelling stretching from her delicate neck to her feminine feet.
He stretched out beside her, pulling the sheet up and over her form, he waited …for God knows what.
Just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she turned towards him, her tiny voice driting towards his oversensitive ears.
“Will you hold me?”
His body was coiled like a snake ready to strike but he paced himself, turning slowly towards her, he opened his arms, feeling her shuffle closer, her hair brushed his arm, the scent of roses tickled his nostrils.
Ciara buried her flaming cheeks against his cool chest, sighing softly, she felt him shiver as her hot breath fanned his skin.
“Are you comfortable with your clothes on?” Her nose was rubbing across his naked chest, one hand clamped his shirt, the other brushing his cool skin.
“Yeah…I’m ok.”
She stilled for a moment, her breath hitched.
Rejection was a painful thing, especially if it came from Jon.
“G’night.” Her lips moved against his skin as the words got lost there.
“G’night Ciara.”
He didn’t say a word after that even when he felt her scalding tears soaked in his skin. There were no words only understanding for her pain and confusion.
His hand tangled into the dark, silky curls, stroking softly, he soothed her fear and guilt, lulling her until a deep slumber claimed her overwrought body.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Chapter 154
Jon found her just where he had left her a few minutes ago, only this time she was crumpled into a heap on the floor. Her shoulders shook as heartbreaking sobs wracked her body.
“Baby…” she gasped as his palm stroked her naked shoulder. “It’s all over baby…you are safe now.”
Lifting her face from her hands, he felt his heart clench painfully.
“It’s all over…: her mind couldn’t comprehend the words on her lips and she stared at his face so close to her own.
Was he real? Had she finally lost her mind? Was this all just a dream?
“Feel me darlin’ I’m real…flesh and blood..” He captured her hand, bringing it to his cheek he stroked it across his face. “See?” He turned her palm around, planting a kiss there.
Comprehesion flashed in her eyes and she gasped sharply, her eyes sharp and alert.
“Its really you?! I’m not just dreaming or hallucinating?!” Her hands captured his face, pulling it closer she pressed her lips to the soft swell of his mouth.
“I’m here and I’m never letting you out of my sight.”
Her kiss intensified, capturing her in his arms, he pulled her to her feet, supporting her weight effortlessly.
He let her lead the way, not wanting to overwhelm her, he gulped as liquid fire shot through his loins when her tongue speared into the warm recesses of his mouth.
His grunt made her pull back and she settled her head on his chest, breathing in his scent.
“Please take me away from here.”
“…with pleasure baby. I have a car parked outside.”
A half an hour later they were settled in the intimacy of the car.
As the headlights turned down the lane, he couldn’t help but feel dread as she stared at the colossal house looming in the night.
Her sadness soaked into his weary bones.
“It’s ok to feel sad honey. You have gong through quite a bit…”
Guilt flushed her cheeks and even in the darkness he could see the colour riding high on her cheeks.
As if he was an intruder he felt her thoughts and emotions slip from his thoughts, shutting him out.
Reaching out for her, he brushed her knee.
“No need to keep your feelings from me honey. I’m not Xander…I can handle whatever feelings you throw my way, just remember that.”
She didn’t answer but as he reached out to her mind, he felt the first tingle as her defences crumbled and she allowed him to peek into her dark, torturous memories.
As she huddled against the door, her forehead searched the coldness of the window, she drifted in and out of conciouensess.
Her thoughts spiraled towards him, gnawing at his insides until he clutched the steering wheel so forcefully he felt it dent beneath his fingers.
He suddenly swerved from the road, hitting the brakes so violently he almost sent her through the windscreen.
All her hurt, fear and pain threatened to choke the air from his lungs and he knew he had to give her some respite even if it was just for a little while.
“Jon?! What…!”
“I want to help you…Jesus I don’t know how you live through all this shit! Will you let me help you, you need some sleep…”
Her eyelashes shimmered with her tears.
“I’d like that but if I go to sleep, I’ll have nightmares, I don’t want nightmares Jon. I cannot bare one more night mare.” Her voice was that of a child.
“No nightmares.” Gentle fingers circles her temples, soft, intelligable words floated in the air and she felt her eyelids drew heavy, her mind growing foggy. Her head became too heavy for her neck and as it drop forward, two steady hands captured her, settling it against the back rest.
Staring at her sleeping form for God knows how long, he eventually started the car again, making his way towards the hotel where he made reservations a few days earlier.
Ciara fought her way back through the fogginess. She had expected to be met by the demons that haunted her nightmares but there was only peace…peace and Jon’s voice.
“She is safe. She is sleeping. Jesus Rich the things she went through! I couldn’t stand her thoughts without wanting to break something or kill that fucker. I’m going to take her to the Hamptons for a while until the trial begins.”
Her scent wrapped around him and his words faltered as he met her flustered face.
“I have to go Rich. Please tell everyone we are alright. See ya soon my brother….You didn’t sleep too long.”
“I have problems sleeping these days…” the reason was apparent in the outline of her tight nipples pushing against her shirt and the sweet scent her body was drenched in. She was the same Ciara, then again…not. There was this elusive side to her that pulled at his core, setting his loins on fire. Without knowing it, her eyes send slumberous messages, her body were tight, begging for the touch of her vampire mate.
Jon turned from her, raking his hands through his hair he shuddered as he exhaled. If he could only…
“Jon?”
He didn’t miss the hurt in her voice.
“Yeah?” Was that growl really his voice?
“Did I do something wrong?”
He tipped his face towards the welcome shimmer of the Greece moon. His gums were aching from his lengthening fangs, lava poured from his groin into his veins.
He shook his head. He didn’t trust his voice and he didn’t dare to turn around. He knew his eyes had lost their human appearance.
All he needed now was to scare the shit out of her!
He tensed as her bare feet padded towards him, he waited for her touch and when it came he hissed.
She jerked her hand away but he caught it.
“I’m…”
“You are burning up!”
He turned and she gasped, taking a few alarming steps back.
He tried to shield the glistening fangs from her but to no avail. His flashing orbs and elongated fangs were brought on by her delicate state.
“I will never hurt you. I’m struggling to keep turning into this but its almost impossible with you so close by. My body is repsonding to yours and there isnt a damn thing I can do about it. Forgive me baby.” His hand cupped her nape gently, his thumb played with the sensitive skin there.
Her eyes werent focused on his face anymore. Licking her lips slowly, she turned her face towards his wrist. Taking a deep breath she rubbed her nose across his skin, when her tongue suddenly darted outward licking the vein she knew had to be there, it all clicked into place.
His appreciative purr rumbled from his chest.
“You need me baby, don’t you? Is this what you want?” He closed the space between them, stopping just a breathe apart from her lips, he turned towards his wrist and sliced though his skin.
“Baby…” she gasped as his palm stroked her naked shoulder. “It’s all over baby…you are safe now.”
Lifting her face from her hands, he felt his heart clench painfully.
“It’s all over…: her mind couldn’t comprehend the words on her lips and she stared at his face so close to her own.
Was he real? Had she finally lost her mind? Was this all just a dream?
“Feel me darlin’ I’m real…flesh and blood..” He captured her hand, bringing it to his cheek he stroked it across his face. “See?” He turned her palm around, planting a kiss there.
Comprehesion flashed in her eyes and she gasped sharply, her eyes sharp and alert.
“Its really you?! I’m not just dreaming or hallucinating?!” Her hands captured his face, pulling it closer she pressed her lips to the soft swell of his mouth.
“I’m here and I’m never letting you out of my sight.”
Her kiss intensified, capturing her in his arms, he pulled her to her feet, supporting her weight effortlessly.
He let her lead the way, not wanting to overwhelm her, he gulped as liquid fire shot through his loins when her tongue speared into the warm recesses of his mouth.
His grunt made her pull back and she settled her head on his chest, breathing in his scent.
“Please take me away from here.”
“…with pleasure baby. I have a car parked outside.”
A half an hour later they were settled in the intimacy of the car.
As the headlights turned down the lane, he couldn’t help but feel dread as she stared at the colossal house looming in the night.
Her sadness soaked into his weary bones.
“It’s ok to feel sad honey. You have gong through quite a bit…”
Guilt flushed her cheeks and even in the darkness he could see the colour riding high on her cheeks.
As if he was an intruder he felt her thoughts and emotions slip from his thoughts, shutting him out.
Reaching out for her, he brushed her knee.
“No need to keep your feelings from me honey. I’m not Xander…I can handle whatever feelings you throw my way, just remember that.”
She didn’t answer but as he reached out to her mind, he felt the first tingle as her defences crumbled and she allowed him to peek into her dark, torturous memories.
As she huddled against the door, her forehead searched the coldness of the window, she drifted in and out of conciouensess.
Her thoughts spiraled towards him, gnawing at his insides until he clutched the steering wheel so forcefully he felt it dent beneath his fingers.
He suddenly swerved from the road, hitting the brakes so violently he almost sent her through the windscreen.
All her hurt, fear and pain threatened to choke the air from his lungs and he knew he had to give her some respite even if it was just for a little while.
“Jon?! What…!”
“I want to help you…Jesus I don’t know how you live through all this shit! Will you let me help you, you need some sleep…”
Her eyelashes shimmered with her tears.
“I’d like that but if I go to sleep, I’ll have nightmares, I don’t want nightmares Jon. I cannot bare one more night mare.” Her voice was that of a child.
“No nightmares.” Gentle fingers circles her temples, soft, intelligable words floated in the air and she felt her eyelids drew heavy, her mind growing foggy. Her head became too heavy for her neck and as it drop forward, two steady hands captured her, settling it against the back rest.
Staring at her sleeping form for God knows how long, he eventually started the car again, making his way towards the hotel where he made reservations a few days earlier.
Ciara fought her way back through the fogginess. She had expected to be met by the demons that haunted her nightmares but there was only peace…peace and Jon’s voice.
“She is safe. She is sleeping. Jesus Rich the things she went through! I couldn’t stand her thoughts without wanting to break something or kill that fucker. I’m going to take her to the Hamptons for a while until the trial begins.”
Her scent wrapped around him and his words faltered as he met her flustered face.
“I have to go Rich. Please tell everyone we are alright. See ya soon my brother….You didn’t sleep too long.”
“I have problems sleeping these days…” the reason was apparent in the outline of her tight nipples pushing against her shirt and the sweet scent her body was drenched in. She was the same Ciara, then again…not. There was this elusive side to her that pulled at his core, setting his loins on fire. Without knowing it, her eyes send slumberous messages, her body were tight, begging for the touch of her vampire mate.
Jon turned from her, raking his hands through his hair he shuddered as he exhaled. If he could only…
“Jon?”
He didn’t miss the hurt in her voice.
“Yeah?” Was that growl really his voice?
“Did I do something wrong?”
He tipped his face towards the welcome shimmer of the Greece moon. His gums were aching from his lengthening fangs, lava poured from his groin into his veins.
He shook his head. He didn’t trust his voice and he didn’t dare to turn around. He knew his eyes had lost their human appearance.
All he needed now was to scare the shit out of her!
He tensed as her bare feet padded towards him, he waited for her touch and when it came he hissed.
She jerked her hand away but he caught it.
“I’m…”
“You are burning up!”
He turned and she gasped, taking a few alarming steps back.
He tried to shield the glistening fangs from her but to no avail. His flashing orbs and elongated fangs were brought on by her delicate state.
“I will never hurt you. I’m struggling to keep turning into this but its almost impossible with you so close by. My body is repsonding to yours and there isnt a damn thing I can do about it. Forgive me baby.” His hand cupped her nape gently, his thumb played with the sensitive skin there.
Her eyes werent focused on his face anymore. Licking her lips slowly, she turned her face towards his wrist. Taking a deep breath she rubbed her nose across his skin, when her tongue suddenly darted outward licking the vein she knew had to be there, it all clicked into place.
His appreciative purr rumbled from his chest.
“You need me baby, don’t you? Is this what you want?” He closed the space between them, stopping just a breathe apart from her lips, he turned towards his wrist and sliced though his skin.
Chapter 153
Xander’s hands were all over her, scalding her body. Ciara struggled to stay pliant in his arms, had
to bite her lips to refrain her from screaming at his feverous lovemaking.
Tears threatened to spill at the knowledge that Jon might be watching them right now, seeing her in another vampire’s arms, seeing him kissing her, touching her breasts, coaxing her towards the bed.
Panic flashed through her when she felt the mattress dipped beneath her. Xander was crowding her in, his hands skimming her hips, ridding her of her underwear.
He stilled for a moment.
“Are you ok Meli? Are you scared of me? I will never hurt you.”
“Yes…I know.” He caught the tears running down her cheeks.
“No tears please, Agapi mou. I don’t want you unhappy. Do I make you unhappy?”
“No...of course not.”
“Am I making you nervous?”
Ciara smiled.
“A little.”
His hand dipped between her thighs, searching for paradise he knew she would provide.
The curtains bellowed as a rush of air speared into the room.
Xander’s head shot up, his fangs in dull display.
Ciara cried out as the force of Jon’s weight slammed into Xander, ramming her body deeper into the mattress.
A painful yell erupted from Xanders lips, as vicious fangs tore into the side of his neck.
“Get your fucking hands off my woman.” The blazing azure eyes chilled Ciara’s veins, blood covered the handsome face, the face of a beast…
“She isn’t yours anymore. Cant you tell? Go on, smell her. My scent is all over her. She is mine.” His cruel smirk splayed across his face, his hand pressing into the gaping wound in his neck.
Jon reached for the vampire still straddling his woman, yanking him so hard, the noise was deafening as he tumbled to the floor.
“You cant get your own so you steal others? That’s kinda pathetic don’t you think?”
“She ran away from you, thats worse.”
They snarled at each other. Jon lashed out and Xander growled as Jon’s clawed fingers ripped at his face, leaving their marks there.
“For such an old vampire you really act fucking stupid, don’t you? We had a misunderstanding, we would have sorted it out. What is your miserable excuse for abducting her? And lying to the coven! You could get the death sentence for that!”
The door to the bedroom opened and all eyes turned towards it.
The Elder with the gold flecks in his stormy eyes entered the room. His pale features were locked onto the flustered women on the bed.
Xander’s shocked face was frozen onto the age old vampire.
“My lord!”
“I apologise for intruding in your bedroom. I see you decided not to wait for us?”His eyes rested on Jon’s bloody face before he turned his attention towards Xander.
“Échete psémata sto ántro vrikoláko̱n. Échete lávei éna Enepsigos »enántia sti̱ théli̱sí̱ ti̱s. o sýntrofós ti̱s ti̱n échei férei sti̱n prosochí̱ mou. Échete ntropiásei to ántro vrikoláko̱n. (You have lied to the coven. You have taken an Enepsigos against her will. Her mate has brought it to my attention. You have shamed the coven.)”
“Eíche tréxei makriá apó af̱tón. Í̱thele na spásei to desmó mazí tou. Pó̱s boró̱ na theo̱ri̱theí ypéf̱thyni̱ gia goi̱teía ti̱s? (She ran away from him. She wanted to break the bond with him. How can I be held responsible for her charms?)”
The Elder’s tongue tripped heavily as it switched from his mother’s tongue to English.
“You should have asked her permission to court her. I’m sorry Xander but this is unacceptable. You will now be taken as prisoner and await the trial that will be held for you by the coven.”
Two burly vampires entered the bedroom, their familiar faces brought a flashback to the night in the boardroom and she shuddered, clutching the sheet even tighter.
Their polite nods and glowing irises soon turned onto the wounded vampire and as they settled him on his feet, their faces grew even more grim, Xander winced as their claws dug into his biceps, jerking his hands behind his back the blood flowed freely from the deep gash and Ciara cried out.
“Wait! Please…let me just close that up. He’ll bleed to death!”
Five pairs of shocked eyes whipped towards her and she faltered for a moment, her hands frozen on the sheet she had managed to wrap around her.
“His hurt, let me just cover it up and…and get him a shirt…” She couldn’t face their dumfounded looks and twirled towards the cupboard.
She could feel their eyes boring into her and that she could handle but those icy, cobalt ones she couldn’t bear.
Coming to a standstill before Xander’s imprisoned frame, she met his swirling crimson eyes.
“Let me do this, ok?”
“Thank you Agapi mou…” his voice was a mere whisper, the vulnerable smile on his lips threatened to spill the unshed tears welling up inside her.
Her hands shook as she tied the bandage around his neck, she had expected to see disdain in Xander’s face but there was none. Only love…abundant, unbridled love.
Ciara gazed at the two vampires silently, the two mountains beside him released his arms and she held the shirt up, buttoning it up she heard his gentle apology.
“I’m sorry for what I have done to you. I know it was selfish of me and there were times that I wanted to let you go but you are so easy to love Meli…so damn easy. I wanted you all to myself and now I have to pay the price for love once again…this time its going to be very high and I accept it. The little time I had with you will get me through it what ever it may be.”
The tears came streaming down her face.
“I’m sorry too…”
His hand captured the river running down her cheeks, his thumb rubbed gently, somewhere behind her she heard an ominous growl. Xander’s face lifted from her face and his eyes darkened, meeting the scowl of her mate watching in growing fury.
“Take me away.” His had dropped and the bands of steel closed around his biceps once again.
“Jon. Could you please meet me outside.” The elder waved his hand towards the billowing curtains.
to bite her lips to refrain her from screaming at his feverous lovemaking.
Tears threatened to spill at the knowledge that Jon might be watching them right now, seeing her in another vampire’s arms, seeing him kissing her, touching her breasts, coaxing her towards the bed.
Panic flashed through her when she felt the mattress dipped beneath her. Xander was crowding her in, his hands skimming her hips, ridding her of her underwear.
He stilled for a moment.
“Are you ok Meli? Are you scared of me? I will never hurt you.”
“Yes…I know.” He caught the tears running down her cheeks.
“No tears please, Agapi mou. I don’t want you unhappy. Do I make you unhappy?”
“No...of course not.”
“Am I making you nervous?”
Ciara smiled.
“A little.”
His hand dipped between her thighs, searching for paradise he knew she would provide.
The curtains bellowed as a rush of air speared into the room.
Xander’s head shot up, his fangs in dull display.
Ciara cried out as the force of Jon’s weight slammed into Xander, ramming her body deeper into the mattress.
A painful yell erupted from Xanders lips, as vicious fangs tore into the side of his neck.
“Get your fucking hands off my woman.” The blazing azure eyes chilled Ciara’s veins, blood covered the handsome face, the face of a beast…
“She isn’t yours anymore. Cant you tell? Go on, smell her. My scent is all over her. She is mine.” His cruel smirk splayed across his face, his hand pressing into the gaping wound in his neck.
Jon reached for the vampire still straddling his woman, yanking him so hard, the noise was deafening as he tumbled to the floor.
“You cant get your own so you steal others? That’s kinda pathetic don’t you think?”
“She ran away from you, thats worse.”
They snarled at each other. Jon lashed out and Xander growled as Jon’s clawed fingers ripped at his face, leaving their marks there.
“For such an old vampire you really act fucking stupid, don’t you? We had a misunderstanding, we would have sorted it out. What is your miserable excuse for abducting her? And lying to the coven! You could get the death sentence for that!”
The door to the bedroom opened and all eyes turned towards it.
The Elder with the gold flecks in his stormy eyes entered the room. His pale features were locked onto the flustered women on the bed.
Xander’s shocked face was frozen onto the age old vampire.
“My lord!”
“I apologise for intruding in your bedroom. I see you decided not to wait for us?”His eyes rested on Jon’s bloody face before he turned his attention towards Xander.
“Échete psémata sto ántro vrikoláko̱n. Échete lávei éna Enepsigos »enántia sti̱ théli̱sí̱ ti̱s. o sýntrofós ti̱s ti̱n échei férei sti̱n prosochí̱ mou. Échete ntropiásei to ántro vrikoláko̱n. (You have lied to the coven. You have taken an Enepsigos against her will. Her mate has brought it to my attention. You have shamed the coven.)”
“Eíche tréxei makriá apó af̱tón. Í̱thele na spásei to desmó mazí tou. Pó̱s boró̱ na theo̱ri̱theí ypéf̱thyni̱ gia goi̱teía ti̱s? (She ran away from him. She wanted to break the bond with him. How can I be held responsible for her charms?)”
The Elder’s tongue tripped heavily as it switched from his mother’s tongue to English.
“You should have asked her permission to court her. I’m sorry Xander but this is unacceptable. You will now be taken as prisoner and await the trial that will be held for you by the coven.”
Two burly vampires entered the bedroom, their familiar faces brought a flashback to the night in the boardroom and she shuddered, clutching the sheet even tighter.
Their polite nods and glowing irises soon turned onto the wounded vampire and as they settled him on his feet, their faces grew even more grim, Xander winced as their claws dug into his biceps, jerking his hands behind his back the blood flowed freely from the deep gash and Ciara cried out.
“Wait! Please…let me just close that up. He’ll bleed to death!”
Five pairs of shocked eyes whipped towards her and she faltered for a moment, her hands frozen on the sheet she had managed to wrap around her.
“His hurt, let me just cover it up and…and get him a shirt…” She couldn’t face their dumfounded looks and twirled towards the cupboard.
She could feel their eyes boring into her and that she could handle but those icy, cobalt ones she couldn’t bear.
Coming to a standstill before Xander’s imprisoned frame, she met his swirling crimson eyes.
“Let me do this, ok?”
“Thank you Agapi mou…” his voice was a mere whisper, the vulnerable smile on his lips threatened to spill the unshed tears welling up inside her.
Her hands shook as she tied the bandage around his neck, she had expected to see disdain in Xander’s face but there was none. Only love…abundant, unbridled love.
Ciara gazed at the two vampires silently, the two mountains beside him released his arms and she held the shirt up, buttoning it up she heard his gentle apology.
“I’m sorry for what I have done to you. I know it was selfish of me and there were times that I wanted to let you go but you are so easy to love Meli…so damn easy. I wanted you all to myself and now I have to pay the price for love once again…this time its going to be very high and I accept it. The little time I had with you will get me through it what ever it may be.”
The tears came streaming down her face.
“I’m sorry too…”
His hand captured the river running down her cheeks, his thumb rubbed gently, somewhere behind her she heard an ominous growl. Xander’s face lifted from her face and his eyes darkened, meeting the scowl of her mate watching in growing fury.
“Take me away.” His had dropped and the bands of steel closed around his biceps once again.
“Jon. Could you please meet me outside.” The elder waved his hand towards the billowing curtains.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Chapter 152
Ciara raked the brush for the umpteenth time through her hair. A knock echoed from the door and she jump nervously.
“The master is awaiting the mistress in the garden.”
“Thank you.”
She rushed towards the door, chastising herself for acting nervously, she paced herself, walking slowly down the stairs.
The path was lit and she sniffed appreciatively at the sweet scent of the summer flowers as she made her way towards Xander.
He was a tall statue, watching, waiting patiently for her arrival. His eyes glittered in the flickering lights surrounding him, his hunger slumbering in the dark depths.
His smile showed a hint of fangs, his hair moving slightly in the night breeze. Holding out a hand towards her, she moved towards him, taking it.
“Kali̱spéra, Glykiá mou (Good even Sweetheart.)”
“Hello Xander.” Ciara thought her heart might burst from her chest.
He pulled her closer for a searing kiss.
“You are so nervous tonight.”
“Yes…I am.”
“You are about to give me the greatest present. I understand your nervousness.” He kissed the ring on her finger. “Lets sit down for dinner before I forget myself.”
He helped her into the chair, brushing the nape of her neck with his index finger he swooped down for a quick kiss.
He stilled for a moment, sniffing at her she gulped.
“Is something the matter?”
He straightened, a calculated look in his eyes.
“If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn that I smell another vampire on you.”
“Could it be Giorgos?”
His lips pursed together, his eyes taking on a steely glare.
“Yes, I suppose it could be. What I have done to my brother pains me deeply. And it will haunt me till eternity but I couldn’t allow him to take you from me.”
Taking a sip of the wine, Ciara met his stare.
“He did that before and he impregnated her?”
“Please Meli. Lets not sour tonight. This is our night. What happened is the past, I cannot change it but I can shape the future. We can shape the future together. That’s all I care about. To the future.” He lifted his glass.
She mirrored his gesture.
As she placed the glass back onto the table, he clasped her hand.
“I had a difficult time trying to concentrate on my presentation today. You were clouding my mind, heating my veins.”
He brought her heated fingers to his lips, she watched silently.
The starters were brought to them and he ate heartily, noticing her slight appetite he smiled.
“Not hungry for food are you?”
Her blush caught the breath in his throat.
“I can ease that hunger Agapi mou and I plan to. Properly…all night long.”
His words set her core aflame.
“Aaahhh you don’t have to answer, your body does it for you.” His nose dipped into the air, his eyes closing for a moment.
The main course was brought in and soon dessert. Knots twisted her intestines and she struggled to swallow her food. It took all her strength to play the eager lover and she felt drained.
“Come dance with me.”
His hands were on her bare shoulders.
She waited for him to pull her chair backwards. Standing up, she was captured into his arms, the slow, romantic song filling the night air.
Ciara was in his arms, his face so close, his lips trailing across her lips.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, Meli? You are breathtaking.” Her thank you was smothered by his kiss.
Ciara forced herself to melt in his arms, and at the same time suppressing her thoughts.
His hands found the swell of her buttocks and when she was pushed into the cradle of his hips she could feel the definite swell of his arousal.
Easing from her lips, he stared into her moonlit eyes.
“I cannot wait any longer, forgive me but I have to have you. I need to feel myself sink into your delicious warmth.”
Letting him coax her towards the path, her eyes searched the night.
Go with him.
Xander didn’t see her silent nod.
“The master is awaiting the mistress in the garden.”
“Thank you.”
She rushed towards the door, chastising herself for acting nervously, she paced herself, walking slowly down the stairs.
The path was lit and she sniffed appreciatively at the sweet scent of the summer flowers as she made her way towards Xander.
He was a tall statue, watching, waiting patiently for her arrival. His eyes glittered in the flickering lights surrounding him, his hunger slumbering in the dark depths.
His smile showed a hint of fangs, his hair moving slightly in the night breeze. Holding out a hand towards her, she moved towards him, taking it.
“Kali̱spéra, Glykiá mou (Good even Sweetheart.)”
“Hello Xander.” Ciara thought her heart might burst from her chest.
He pulled her closer for a searing kiss.
“You are so nervous tonight.”
“Yes…I am.”
“You are about to give me the greatest present. I understand your nervousness.” He kissed the ring on her finger. “Lets sit down for dinner before I forget myself.”
He helped her into the chair, brushing the nape of her neck with his index finger he swooped down for a quick kiss.
He stilled for a moment, sniffing at her she gulped.
“Is something the matter?”
He straightened, a calculated look in his eyes.
“If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn that I smell another vampire on you.”
“Could it be Giorgos?”
His lips pursed together, his eyes taking on a steely glare.
“Yes, I suppose it could be. What I have done to my brother pains me deeply. And it will haunt me till eternity but I couldn’t allow him to take you from me.”
Taking a sip of the wine, Ciara met his stare.
“He did that before and he impregnated her?”
“Please Meli. Lets not sour tonight. This is our night. What happened is the past, I cannot change it but I can shape the future. We can shape the future together. That’s all I care about. To the future.” He lifted his glass.
She mirrored his gesture.
As she placed the glass back onto the table, he clasped her hand.
“I had a difficult time trying to concentrate on my presentation today. You were clouding my mind, heating my veins.”
He brought her heated fingers to his lips, she watched silently.
The starters were brought to them and he ate heartily, noticing her slight appetite he smiled.
“Not hungry for food are you?”
Her blush caught the breath in his throat.
“I can ease that hunger Agapi mou and I plan to. Properly…all night long.”
His words set her core aflame.
“Aaahhh you don’t have to answer, your body does it for you.” His nose dipped into the air, his eyes closing for a moment.
The main course was brought in and soon dessert. Knots twisted her intestines and she struggled to swallow her food. It took all her strength to play the eager lover and she felt drained.
“Come dance with me.”
His hands were on her bare shoulders.
She waited for him to pull her chair backwards. Standing up, she was captured into his arms, the slow, romantic song filling the night air.
Ciara was in his arms, his face so close, his lips trailing across her lips.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, Meli? You are breathtaking.” Her thank you was smothered by his kiss.
Ciara forced herself to melt in his arms, and at the same time suppressing her thoughts.
His hands found the swell of her buttocks and when she was pushed into the cradle of his hips she could feel the definite swell of his arousal.
Easing from her lips, he stared into her moonlit eyes.
“I cannot wait any longer, forgive me but I have to have you. I need to feel myself sink into your delicious warmth.”
Letting him coax her towards the path, her eyes searched the night.
Go with him.
Xander didn’t see her silent nod.
Chapter 151
Ciara looked up at the clear, starry night. Her hair blew softly in the light breeze, the cool breeze brushed over her heated face. It was full moon tonight, a lover’s moon…
What was he doing right now? Was he jumping around on the stage, sweat dripping from his face, clothes clinging to his tight, muscled body? Or was he in the arms of a woman, easing his passion, feeding from her vein, sinking into her awaited heat.
Ciara shuddered as her thoughts left a moist pool between her thighs. How she longed to be in his arms, seeing his glowing azure eyes shine from the darkness, his sharp fangs scraping along her neck, sinking into her skin, his steel easing into her, his body thrusting, taking her higher…
“Oh God! I have to stop it!” She shook her head to clear her thoughts, the material of her halter neck dress scraped her sensitive nipples, her hands moved towards their heaviness, cupping it gently, stroking to ease the ache there.
A rustle in the bushes made her sit up in alarm. Xander would never scare her like that, he always made sure she saw him before she heard him…
“Who’s there?”
Her senses pricked, her body was suddenly drowned in molten lava, the ache in her stomach flared, forcing a moan from her.
Cobalt glowed from the thick bushes, Ciara blinked.
Was she hallucinating?
As he stepped from the darkness, her breath hitched in her throat.
The moon lit his blonde bangs, his smile flashed a perfect row of sparkling white teeth. His scent wafted towards her, wrapping her in a swirl of welcome and love but it was his voice that plucked her from her frozen state. Three buttons were unbuttoned, flashing a healthy patch of male chest.
“Happy belated birthday baby.”
He had watched her as she sat there in the stream of the moonlight, the moon loved her beauty, bathing her in its glow, she was like a dream.
Her thoughts were about him and it took all his strength not to swoop up to her and crush her slender curves to his, suffocating her doubts about other women, giving life to her pent up passion…giving it full reign.
Her scent was thick and sweet in the air, the scent of the other vampire and…was it another vampire’s as well ? ... mingled with her own and Jon’s jaw tightened. Had he come too late?
Focusing on her well being he sensed her core drenched in unquenchable desire. His hunger clawed at his stomach, his insides twisting painfully as it recognized the scent it had been craving for so long.
His arms opened and her body jerked to life. She reached him a few seconds later. She collapsed into him as his arms closed around her, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Her face was buried in his chest taking gulps full of his essence. Her hands cramped into his shirt, refusing to let go.
“Its you…its really you!” She muttered in disbelief, her warm tears ran down his naked chest, her heat scalded his cool skin, even her tears were warm…
He kissed her on the top of her hair, burying his nose in her sweet scented curls.
“It’s me baby…in the flesh.”
Her curves trembled in shock, she didn’t seem to get enough of him and she grabbed his shirt even tighter trying to melt into him.
“I thought I’d never see you again…why did you come here? Xander will kill you!”
Ciara felt his body stiffen at the mention of Xander’s name.
“I told you I’d come for you. I always keep my promises.”
“I don’t deserve you!” Her tearstained face lifted towards his. His eyes dropped to her slightly open lips and he growled.
His mouth clamped hungrily on hers, her tongue snaked from her mouth, seeking his tongue, teasing, stroking. He tightened his arms around her and realized he was crushing her when she whimpered into his mouth.
Her searing palms stroked his chest restlessly.
She was wild and hungry in his arms, her body swayed enticingly against his, her pelvis grinding mercilessly at his growing member.
Jon fought for control, he knew he couldn’t lose himself and he struggled to keep his mind clear and his senses sharp. If the other vampire caught them unawares he will kill him, even Ciara in a blind rage.
Ciara broke the kiss, her lips nuzzled along his jaw, making her way down his neck.
Her thoughts tumbled into his mind.
“You are hungry huh?” He felt her nod against his neck. “Sssssss…Sweet Jesus baby!”
Her tiny rows of teeth had sunk into his neck so viciously it had drawn blood, but by her restless moaning he knew it wasn’t enough. Jon stilled her frenzy, pressing his finger against his neck, he sliced quickly. A river of blood streamed down his neck and Ciara clamped greedily onto the offering.
Shifting quickly he settled her onto the tiny garden table, moving in between her thighs. Her mouth was still licking, her throat swallowing hungrily.
“Remember not too much, Sweet thing. We don’t want you to get sick.” He pulled from her when she refused to stop.
She whimpered pitifully. Laughing softly, he stroked the blood from her lips, dipping his thumb into her mouth she sucked, ridding it from his blood.
A storm brewed in his flashing orbs and Ciara let go of his thumb as she read the message there. Sliding her hands around her neck, she unclasped the halter neck keeping the dress together. Her fingers opened, letting the material slid down, exposing her swollen breasts to his searing eyes.
“Oh God sweetheart! You are NOT playing fair are you!” the rumble was lost between her breasts.
Ciara’s body lost all control and she tumbled onto the cold steel of the table, her hands buried in his hair.
His mouth played with her pulsing nubs, rolling it between his lips, he nipped, sucking strongly.
“Jon!” Her back arched from the table, her hands grabbed at his shirt, opening the last pesky buttons she was free to roam across his chest, relearning the planes of his muscles and the way they rippled at her touch.
Ciara’s hips were lifted from the table, her dress slipped down her curves, leaving her beautiful body to be bathed by the moonlight.
“My moonlight goddess…” ,his eyes were devouring her, his hands traced across her heated skin. Something caught his eyes and Ciara grew cold realizing the reason for his vicious snarl.
“Did he do that?” Her hand covered the painful puncture wounds above her panty line. She couldn’t bare the hate in his eyes.
“Did he mistreat you? The fucking bastard I’ll tear his heart out!”
Pain and anger squeezed his heart until he thought it might explode. Wasn’t it enough that he took her body? Was it necessary to treat her like this? Branding her with his fangs?!
Jon caught a change in the air and his head whipped up.
“He is close by. You have to get dressed.”
Fear turned her fingers to lame, useless fumbling nothings and it was up to Jon to fasten the dress.
“What are we going to do Jon? Xander is strong, he might kill you!”
Staring deeply into her eyes, he smiled.
“You need to listen. Now is the time to trust me. Do you trust me?”
“Yes!”
“What I want you to do is to go back into the house and act as if nothing had happened. I suggest you have a quick shower before he sense my scent on you and then you do as you always do when he comes home.”
Ciara stilled.
“Tonight is going to be different. I have promised him that…that …”
Pain tore through Jon’s gut, his eyes turned towards the sparkling diamond ring.
“Ssshhh…its ok baby… just act normal. Don’t give him any reason to be suspicious.”
“What are you going to do?”
His eyes flashed, his mouth plundered hers for a heart stopping moment before he stepped back.
“Trust me.”
She watched as he disappeared into the night….
What was he doing right now? Was he jumping around on the stage, sweat dripping from his face, clothes clinging to his tight, muscled body? Or was he in the arms of a woman, easing his passion, feeding from her vein, sinking into her awaited heat.
Ciara shuddered as her thoughts left a moist pool between her thighs. How she longed to be in his arms, seeing his glowing azure eyes shine from the darkness, his sharp fangs scraping along her neck, sinking into her skin, his steel easing into her, his body thrusting, taking her higher…
“Oh God! I have to stop it!” She shook her head to clear her thoughts, the material of her halter neck dress scraped her sensitive nipples, her hands moved towards their heaviness, cupping it gently, stroking to ease the ache there.
A rustle in the bushes made her sit up in alarm. Xander would never scare her like that, he always made sure she saw him before she heard him…
“Who’s there?”
Her senses pricked, her body was suddenly drowned in molten lava, the ache in her stomach flared, forcing a moan from her.
Cobalt glowed from the thick bushes, Ciara blinked.
Was she hallucinating?
As he stepped from the darkness, her breath hitched in her throat.
The moon lit his blonde bangs, his smile flashed a perfect row of sparkling white teeth. His scent wafted towards her, wrapping her in a swirl of welcome and love but it was his voice that plucked her from her frozen state. Three buttons were unbuttoned, flashing a healthy patch of male chest.
“Happy belated birthday baby.”
He had watched her as she sat there in the stream of the moonlight, the moon loved her beauty, bathing her in its glow, she was like a dream.
Her thoughts were about him and it took all his strength not to swoop up to her and crush her slender curves to his, suffocating her doubts about other women, giving life to her pent up passion…giving it full reign.
Her scent was thick and sweet in the air, the scent of the other vampire and…was it another vampire’s as well ? ... mingled with her own and Jon’s jaw tightened. Had he come too late?
Focusing on her well being he sensed her core drenched in unquenchable desire. His hunger clawed at his stomach, his insides twisting painfully as it recognized the scent it had been craving for so long.
His arms opened and her body jerked to life. She reached him a few seconds later. She collapsed into him as his arms closed around her, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Her face was buried in his chest taking gulps full of his essence. Her hands cramped into his shirt, refusing to let go.
“Its you…its really you!” She muttered in disbelief, her warm tears ran down his naked chest, her heat scalded his cool skin, even her tears were warm…
He kissed her on the top of her hair, burying his nose in her sweet scented curls.
“It’s me baby…in the flesh.”
Her curves trembled in shock, she didn’t seem to get enough of him and she grabbed his shirt even tighter trying to melt into him.
“I thought I’d never see you again…why did you come here? Xander will kill you!”
Ciara felt his body stiffen at the mention of Xander’s name.
“I told you I’d come for you. I always keep my promises.”
“I don’t deserve you!” Her tearstained face lifted towards his. His eyes dropped to her slightly open lips and he growled.
His mouth clamped hungrily on hers, her tongue snaked from her mouth, seeking his tongue, teasing, stroking. He tightened his arms around her and realized he was crushing her when she whimpered into his mouth.
Her searing palms stroked his chest restlessly.
She was wild and hungry in his arms, her body swayed enticingly against his, her pelvis grinding mercilessly at his growing member.
Jon fought for control, he knew he couldn’t lose himself and he struggled to keep his mind clear and his senses sharp. If the other vampire caught them unawares he will kill him, even Ciara in a blind rage.
Ciara broke the kiss, her lips nuzzled along his jaw, making her way down his neck.
Her thoughts tumbled into his mind.
“You are hungry huh?” He felt her nod against his neck. “Sssssss…Sweet Jesus baby!”
Her tiny rows of teeth had sunk into his neck so viciously it had drawn blood, but by her restless moaning he knew it wasn’t enough. Jon stilled her frenzy, pressing his finger against his neck, he sliced quickly. A river of blood streamed down his neck and Ciara clamped greedily onto the offering.
Shifting quickly he settled her onto the tiny garden table, moving in between her thighs. Her mouth was still licking, her throat swallowing hungrily.
“Remember not too much, Sweet thing. We don’t want you to get sick.” He pulled from her when she refused to stop.
She whimpered pitifully. Laughing softly, he stroked the blood from her lips, dipping his thumb into her mouth she sucked, ridding it from his blood.
A storm brewed in his flashing orbs and Ciara let go of his thumb as she read the message there. Sliding her hands around her neck, she unclasped the halter neck keeping the dress together. Her fingers opened, letting the material slid down, exposing her swollen breasts to his searing eyes.
“Oh God sweetheart! You are NOT playing fair are you!” the rumble was lost between her breasts.
Ciara’s body lost all control and she tumbled onto the cold steel of the table, her hands buried in his hair.
His mouth played with her pulsing nubs, rolling it between his lips, he nipped, sucking strongly.
“Jon!” Her back arched from the table, her hands grabbed at his shirt, opening the last pesky buttons she was free to roam across his chest, relearning the planes of his muscles and the way they rippled at her touch.
Ciara’s hips were lifted from the table, her dress slipped down her curves, leaving her beautiful body to be bathed by the moonlight.
“My moonlight goddess…” ,his eyes were devouring her, his hands traced across her heated skin. Something caught his eyes and Ciara grew cold realizing the reason for his vicious snarl.
“Did he do that?” Her hand covered the painful puncture wounds above her panty line. She couldn’t bare the hate in his eyes.
“Did he mistreat you? The fucking bastard I’ll tear his heart out!”
Pain and anger squeezed his heart until he thought it might explode. Wasn’t it enough that he took her body? Was it necessary to treat her like this? Branding her with his fangs?!
Jon caught a change in the air and his head whipped up.
“He is close by. You have to get dressed.”
Fear turned her fingers to lame, useless fumbling nothings and it was up to Jon to fasten the dress.
“What are we going to do Jon? Xander is strong, he might kill you!”
Staring deeply into her eyes, he smiled.
“You need to listen. Now is the time to trust me. Do you trust me?”
“Yes!”
“What I want you to do is to go back into the house and act as if nothing had happened. I suggest you have a quick shower before he sense my scent on you and then you do as you always do when he comes home.”
Ciara stilled.
“Tonight is going to be different. I have promised him that…that …”
Pain tore through Jon’s gut, his eyes turned towards the sparkling diamond ring.
“Ssshhh…its ok baby… just act normal. Don’t give him any reason to be suspicious.”
“What are you going to do?”
His eyes flashed, his mouth plundered hers for a heart stopping moment before he stepped back.
“Trust me.”
She watched as he disappeared into the night….
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