Bewitched, Bothered, and Bitten (17 page)

A
n hour later,
I emerged from Finn’s luxurious bathroom, damp and red all over. I’d taken a very hot bath, with scented oils, and drunk a glass of wine. Now, I was staring at the master bedroom, which was only lit by the flames in the fireplace and a few candles set about the room.

Several ornate glass bottles sat on the side table next to the bed and Finn was standing in front of the fireplace in nothing but a thin pair of pajama pants that clung to his ass quite nicely. The fit also led me to believe he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

My blood suddenly felt like syrup moving through my veins, thick, sensuous, and slow.

He turned, smiling slightly when he saw me wearing nothing but a huge robe and my hair in a haphazard pile on top of my head. “You look a lot more relaxed.” He gestured to the bed. “Let’s see if we can make that even better.”

I walked to the bed and hesitated, my hands clasping the belt of the robe. Finn didn’t speak. Instead he came up behind me and untied my robe, sliding it off my shoulders and down my arms.

“Lie down,” he commanded softly. “I just want to help you relax.”

I sucked in a deep breath and climbed into the center of the bed, lying face down on the mattress with my hands stacked beneath my cheek.

I heard the soft clink of glass and knew he was pouring oil into his palm. The light floral scent of lavender candles surrounded me. I gasped lightly when his incredibly hot palms cupped my shoulder blades, slowly spreading oil on my skin. The oil smelled of jasmine and vanilla, warm and sensual.

At first, I felt myself melting beneath his touch, the tense muscles of my back and neck releasing under his ministrations. Then, as his hands traveled to my lower back and buttocks, the syrupy feeling returned to my blood. I was suddenly very aware of the rough glide of his callused fingertips on my skin, the cadence of our breathing, and the cinnamon and vanilla scent of Finn. With each stroke and press of his fingers, an ache began to grow between my thighs.

I almost moaned in disbelief as his hands stopped touching my lower back and buttocks. He couldn’t stop now when it was beginning to feel so good. I jumped a little when his fingers closed around my ankles, more oil on his palms. Slowly and methodically, he began to massage my calves in long strokes, lightly at first, then more deeply. Then he moved to the backs of my thighs. With each pass of his hands, which cupped the backs of my legs, his thumbs drew perilously close to the place where I ached for his touch the most.

Shifting restlessly, I parted my legs a little more, inviting him to touch me. I groaned softly as one of his thumbs brushed my labia. The steady movement of his massage paused for a moment before he resumed. On the next pass of his hands up my thighs, both of this thumbs met briefly over my center, causing my hips to flex and my nipples to tighten.

Without speaking, Finn used his hands to spread my legs, pushing my knees up and out so that I was lying on the bed on my stomach with my knees bent even with my waist. He trailed a hand down my spine, pressing and stroking. As he reached the base, he reversed the direction of that hand while the other slid up my leg to cup the ache between my thighs.

Firmly, he rubbed his entire palm against me, spreading oil from my clit down to my entrance. Then he removed his hand and I felt a stream of cool air as he blew lightly over my pussy. Suddenly, everywhere he’d spread the oil began to tingle and heat under his breath. The gentle throb between my thighs became a hot need that I’d never experienced before.

“Ahhhh.” I couldn’t form words, only unintelligible sounds.

The steady stream of air stopped just before two of Finn’s fingers circled my now swollen clit. My entire body jerked at the intensity created by that simple caress. He increased the pressure of his hand, stroking me with small, firm movements. Within a few minutes, I hovered on the edge of release, my lower body trembling with the need to come.

“Finn,” I whispered, attempting to press myself more firmly into his hand.

His other hand moved over my back in a soothing motion, sliding down over my spine and my ass until he reached my aching center. I held my breath as he traced a finger around my entrance, the oil on my skin warming under his touch. With excruciating slowness, he slipped first one finger inside me, then another. I felt my muscles clench around him and my orgasm shimmered, ready to explode, yet just out of reach.

I moaned as he used his finger tips to press firmly on a spot inside of me that felt uncomfortable at first, then intensely pleasurable. Goddess, the g-spot wasn’t a myth after all. Under his dual assault, I began to pant, on the verge of one of the best orgasms of my life.

“Finn, please,” I begged.

As if he had been waiting for those very words, he increased the pressure on my clit and my g-spot and I detonated. There was no other way to describe it. I felt as though my skin was too fragile to hold the shockwaves of bliss that obliterated every thought or emotion I had. I was nothing but a mass of physical sensation, writhing in the throes of agony and ecstasy in equal measure.

Just as slowly as he built my climax, Finn brought me down from the peak. My body shuddered and quivered as he drew out the orgasm until the final contraction of my muscles passed and left me a boneless mass on the bed.

He leaned over me, kissing my shoulder and neck lightly. “Do you feel better?” he asked, his voice rough.

My eyelids fluttered open and I arched my back, stretching like a cat. “Much.” My ass brushed his erection, still covered by his pajama pants. “But I think there’s one part of you that needs some attention.”

He smiled slightly. “That was for you, sweetheart. You needed to relax.”

I hummed in the back of my throat. “Well, I’m not quite relaxed enough to go to sleep,” I teased. “I think I need at least one more orgasm before I’ll be too tired to keep my eyes open.”

When he shook his head, I sighed. “I want you inside me, Finn.”

His deep purple eyes flashed at my invitation and I saw the tips of his fangs extend to peek out from beneath his upper lip. “Very well.” When I began to roll over, he stopped me with his hands on my hips. “Don’t move. Stay exactly as you are.”

I complied, resting my cheek on my hands. I heard the rustle of fabric then felt the mattress shift as Finn moved between my thighs. His thighs touched mine and I felt the hard flesh of his erection rest against my ass. His skin was fiery in its heat.

I felt a drizzle of oil hit the skin of my lower back. I turned my head so that I could see what he was doing. I watched as Finn placed the bottle back on the nightstand and used his other hand to rub the oil into his cock. It was incredibly sexy.

When he saw my eyes on him, he shook his head. “Lie back down and relax. If you move too much, I’ll stop.”

I went back to my earlier position, with my cheek resting on the backs of my hands. I gasped when his fingers ran through the oil pooled at the base of my spine and slid them to my ass, grazing over the tight ring of muscle. He pressed lightly, coating the area with oil. When I lifted my hips toward his touch, he hummed in the back of his throat and moved his hand.

Before I could protest, the head of his erection nudged my pussy and he thrust inside me with one smooth slide. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden sensation of being filled. He moved languidly, as though he weren’t desperate for release, as I knew he had to be. With each long stroke, I felt him hit my g-spot. He shifted and changed the angle of his hips until he found a place inside me that made me gasp. Then he was relentless, thrusting against that spot over and over again until every muscle in my lower body was coiled tightly, clenching in anticipation of another orgasm.

I protested when he slowed, causing my climax to recede slightly. Finn merely pressed against my knees with his hand, moving my legs so they were straight and he straddled my thighs. In this position, he felt huge and each thrust seemed to go deeper than the last.

His slick hands grasped the cheeks of my ass as he moved faster. The arousal that had waned when he slowed grew quickly, once again bringing me to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Finn brushed my hair away from the curve of my neck and leaned forward, placing his mouth against my ear and sank his teeth into my earlobe, eliciting a gasp from me.

He kneaded muscles in my buttocks, his thumbs meeting at the top of the crevice between them. His mouth remained on my ear as he whispered, “I love your ass, Kerry. Has anyone ever fucked it before, sweetheart?”

I whimpered as he placed his thumb over my asshole and put a light pressure against it. “No.” The sensation he evoked with his touch making my toes curl with pleasure.

“Would you let me be the first?” he asked, his thumb caressing me teasingly, testing me.

“Yes,” I choked, arching my back at his touch, craving it and fearing it in equal measures.

Finn’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking lightly, as he pressed his finger inside me. The oil coating his thumb created a tingling burn that I reveled in. He moved his cock and hand in tandem, pulling back and thrusting forward simultaneously, wrenching a cry from my throat.

I had to come. I
needed
to come. The ache inside me was almost unbearable and a fine tremor ran through my limbs.

“Please let me come.” I heard the plea in my voice but didn’t care. If I had to beg, so be it. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Finn sank his teeth into my neck and the climax that I craved crashed over me. My entire body seized, my vision fading and my ears filled with the thunder of my own pulse. I heard a high, keening cry and realize it was coming from my throat.

Finn groaned against my neck, pounding into me hard enough that I knew I would bruise, but I didn’t feel pain. He shuddered against me, his thrusts growing uneven and gradually slowing as he sucked at the wound on my neck.

Finally, he stopped moving, his cock buried deep so that his hips pressed against my ass, where his thumb was still inside me. I shivered as his tongue traced the bite on my neck to help close the wound. Slowly, he removed his finger and I shuddered at the sensation. Finn draped his body over mine, his softening erection remaining within me.

I felt spent, utterly relaxed and slightly scandalized. No one had ever touched me the way Finn had or given me an orgasm so strong that I’d gone blind, deaf, and dumb. If his thumb felt that fantastic, how would his cock feel inside me? I shivered in anticipation at the thought.

Finn pressed a kiss to the side of my neck where he’d bitten me and withdrew from my body, using his pajama pants to clean me gently. I rolled my head to the side to watch him disappear into the closet, nude. He came out moments later, a clean pair of pants in his hand and walked into the bathroom.

I didn’t move as I heard water running for a brief moment before it shut off. When Finn re-entered the bedroom, he was wearing the clean pajama bottoms. He paused at the end of the bed, studying me with a satisfied expression on his face.

“You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”

“More like lapse into an orgasm coma,” I mumbled.

Finn chuckled in response. “Do you want pajamas?” he asked.

There it was again, Finn taking care of me. My heart melted a little. “Just a t-shirt and underwear.”

He went back into the closet and returned with one of the huge t-shirts I liked to sleep in and a pair of my panties. He helped me into them then yanked the blankets down the bed.

After we settled down into the mattress, Finn pulled the covers back over us and rolled me into his arms.

I felt surrounded, consumed, and cherished. Throughout the day, Finn had done everything in his power to see to my needs. It was a lovely feeling, to be taken care of so thoroughly. I felt….loved.

As I began to drift into sleep, I whispered, “Thank you for taking care of me today.”

His arms tightened around me. “It was my pleasure.”

I smiled as I sank into slumber. There were no more nightmares or visions as there had been the last two nights. My sleep was deep and dreamless. Because of Finn.

T
he next morning,
I woke up early and felt more refreshed than I had in days. Sometime during our sleep, Finn had turned over and was lying partially on his stomach. I had draped myself over his back, resting my cheek against his shoulder.

When I moved away, he sighed in his sleep, but didn’t stir. It seemed that my vampire was exhausted.

I stilled. Somehow, I’d begun to think of Finn as belonging to me, despite my attempts to keep him at arms’ length. I held my breath and crept from the bed into the closet. I pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants covered in penguins.

I used the powder room in the downstairs hall instead of the master bath, hoping that Finn would get some much needed rest. As I washed my hands, I realized that sometime yesterday, between the breakfast he’d cooked for me and the massage with a happy ending, I had subconsciously embraced my relationship with Finn. The obstacles in my path no longer seemed as large or as important as being with him.