Black Scar (14 page)

Regardless, first
of December he would take the position offered at Black Transports. He would be
sharing vice-president duties with Lucius, which meant both of them would share
the responsibilities and it would free Lucius to live in the U.K. a few months
of the year.

He’d never had a
job before. He felt trepidation, but also a fair bit of excitement. His life
moved in new and welcome directions.

If only he could
straighten out his feelings in such a tidy manner as well. Marcus squinted into
the sun. Edward had called Deegan; Dani McCann was settling in at the clinic.
He ran blood tests on her to try to ascertain to what species she belonged. Why
wouldn’t she talk about it? More changes coming. He would be a father in seven
months. There would be one child he would never lay eyes on. Perhaps in time he
would approach Devlin and discuss possible visitations...

He turned his
head toward the sound of a heavy car engine. He inhaled. Vanilla and spices.
Logan had returned. He heard the engine cut and a car door slam. She appeared
around the corner of the house. His heart leapt in joy at the sight of her. She
wore a dress as always, her long, silver-blonde hair free and blowing in the
sea breeze. She stopped. Neither moved. Emotions rolled though him, Logan’s
emotions. Joy, regret, and desire. She broke into a run and launched herself
into his arms. He dropped the cane and encircled her in his embrace.

“You came back to
me.”

Logan laid
passionate kisses along his jaw and chin. “Aye, I am so sorry...”

Marcus cupped her
cheeks and stepped back. He stared into her glittering, diamond eyes, which
were moist with emotion.

“We will dispense
with apologies on both sides until later. Tell me, I need to hear it. Why did
you come back? And Christ, don’t say it was to return the Escalade.”

A soft, feminine
laugh fluttered from her lips. The sound curled about his already hardening
cock.

“When I look at
you, I see a very young man who is wise beyond his years. I see a scarred man
who is beautiful inside and out. I see a man with Thrope beginnings, but I know
in my heart he is not a beast. I see a young man who had no warmth and
affection in his life, but yearns to give and receive it.” Her hand covered one
of his. “I see an honorable man, full of fire and passion. A man I could love.
A man I want for my mate.”

Jesus. Her words
seared his heart and soul. He leaned down and captured her lips in his. The
touch soft and warm, the heat of their desire traveled through his entire body.
He angled his head and deepened the passionate kiss. Logan squeezed his hand
and whimpered softly.

He stepped back
and swept her up into his arms. She squealed and laughed.

“But your leg,
your arm...”

“Don’t feel a
thing. Only you.”

He strode toward
the sliding glass doors, and Logan leaned down to open it. He stepped in and
started to run down the hall and up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Once
inside the room, he kissed her again, and then slowly lowered her to the floor.
Her luscious curves slid past every muscled and throbbing part of him. She
gazed up at him. The top of her head barely met his collarbone. So small and
delicate, yet though she might deny it, he knew an inner strength radiated from
her. He couldn’t stop touching her. His hands roamed over the curve of her hip,
then cupped her round, lush ass and brought her in tight against his erection.
He moved his hips in a slow, sensual rotation, erotic dancing without the
music. His knee spread her legs apart, and she balanced her weight on his hip.
Every movement caused sparks to erupt between them.

Logan moaned, and
her eyelids fluttered. He ground his hardness into her very core. The
temptation to back her up against the wall and take her hard and fast pounded a
refrain in his brain.
Fuck her, drink
her, and make her your mate.

The primal urge
was hard to ignore. He kissed her again, a brutal possession that claimed far
more than her lips. Her arms encircled his neck, and she gave it all back.
Desire and raw, hammering lust.

Now he moaned. He
reluctantly broke the kiss and slipped her leather jacket off her shoulders. He
grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.
Sweet Jesus.
She wore a sexy, white lace bra and matching thong.
Gorgeous woman, inside and most definitely—outside.

Her sexy smile
showed the promise of what lay ahead. Logan slowly undressed him, the T-shirt
hit the floor, and then she laid kisses over his chest, her tongue following
the veins up his arm. He shuddered. Every glide of her tongue and kiss from her
lips ramped up his passion even more. She made leisurely strokes across his
hardening nipples. Alternating between playfully flicking the hardened nubs,
she also sucked and used her teeth, causing a growl to rumble deep in his
chest. As her lips slid lower across his muscled abs, her hands busied at the
fly of his jeans. She slipped her hand inside his boxer briefs, and air hissed
through his teeth as she gripped his girth.

Marcus pushed his
jeans and underwear down farther and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
Their hands explored, their lips tasting every inch of bared skin. He loved the
sexy underwear. His hand closed around her breast and squeezed, his thumb
flicking across the nipple until it pushed against the lace.

“Yes, Marcus.
Take your time. Feel and savor every touch, every kiss,” she whispered.

Her sensual voice
made the flame inside burn white hot. He sank to his knees and embraced her
around the waist. He laid his head against her stomach, his hands caressing her
lush ass.

“Oh, God. I love
you, Logan.” He knew his voice shook with emotion, yet he didn’t care.

Her hand tunneled
through his hair, stroking his scalp affectionately.

“And I love you,
my courageous young heart.”

She loved him. He
felt as if he could soar above the clouds. With teeth and hands, he pulled her
thong down to her knees, and she stepped out of it. He stroked her legs and
tasted every inch of her skin. Logan straddled her legs in invitation. He moved
his fingers past her white-blonde curls and slipped one inside her hot wetness.
Logan cried out, her hand gripping his hair with each stroke. He slipped a
second one in and hurried his pace, his thumb finding her nub. So responsive.

She rode his
fingers, pressing down, and she rocked back and forth.

“Yes, come for
me, Logan. Scream,” he demanded.

She cried out,
shaking and shuddering. He gave her no respite. Slipping his fingers out, he
replaced them with his eager mouth, licking and tasting her sweet juices as
they poured out of her. He spread her wider, dove deeper, his tongue moving in
and out of her pussy at a fast pace.

“Oh ... blessed
sea mother...” she moaned.

His little
Faepyre was as passionate as he knew she would be. She climaxed again, and
Marcus did not stop. Onward he plunged, licking, tasting, and thrusting with
his tongue bringing her to another orgasm, and her knees buckled. He stood and
wound his arms around her waist, bringing her in tight against him. Her
luscious breasts smashed against his torso.

“You taste so
sweet. Share.” He kissed her deeply, and her tongue swirled inside his mouth as
she savored her own glorious essence.

Marcus couldn’t
wait. He lifted and carried her to the bed and positioned himself between her
spread legs, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He rose up on his arms and
paused, his insides in turmoil. Never had he experienced such a depth of
feeling and emotion. He did love her with every fiber of his being.

He slid into her
swollen pussy, so tight. Her inner ring of muscles gripped him in welcome.
Christ, he was near to blowing his wad, and he hadn’t even started.

He hesitated
after entering her halfway. No one, man or woman, had ever been able to take
all of him. He may have been selfish in his previous sexual adventures, but he
always made sure he did not hurt anyone. The last thing he wanted was to harm
the woman he loved.

Logan’s eyes
opened, and her hand reached to caress his cheek. “It’s all right, Marcus. Give
me more. Please.”

He groaned and
pushed his hips, more of his cock sliding into her. Logan grabbed his ass, her
nails digging into his flesh, scoring his skin.

He pressed
farther. Jesus, she was taking him. All. He held himself still, savoring the
feeling of being encased tightly in her very core. She flexed and then moved
her hips upward until he slid in to the hilt.

“Am I hurting
you?” he asked worriedly.

“No. Oh, Marcus.
You feel wonderful.”

Damn, it did feel
wonderful. Hard to tell where his body ended and hers began. They were as one.
Fated mates, perfect fit in all ways.

Slowly he pulled
out, and then slipped back in. Both moaned. They moved as one, finding a rhythm
that heightened everything. Logan wrapped her legs around his waist, and cried
out with another climax. He leaned forward so each glide would rub against her
hard, sensitized clit.

Yes. Fuck me. More.

Hard to tell if
he said the words aloud, as that red haze began to form again. The Rapture. The
sensation lasted only a few minutes; at least, he thought it did. Through the
vapor he heard Logan cry out again. His balls tightened, and his orgasm blasted
out of him as if it had been shot out of a cannon. His seed traveled deep into
her. He groaned throwing his head back in wild abandon.

Finally, he
pulled out and lay next to Logan. Both were breathing hard and covered in
sweat. The musky odor of sex mixed with the enticing vanilla scent of her body
filled the room. He pulled her close to him, and she curled into his heaving
chest.

After a few
moments, he sensed apprehension coming from Logan.

“What’s the
matter? Talk to me.”

She exhaled on a
sigh. “I am wondering, do you still like men? Sexually, I mean.”

Good question.
“Before I was turned, yes. Exclusively. Afterwards as the Vampire blood took
control of my body, I found I liked both. Participated in a lot of ménages. Are
you asking me something here?”

Her fingers
trailed through his damp chest hair. “I am not one to share, Marcus. Ménages
never appealed to me. Nor did sex with another female. I am monogamous and
heterosexual to the bone. I am aware Vampires can be with either sex, but it
was never that way for me. I canna change at this late date. Not even for you.”

Her words were
fierce and determined. Accept her terms or they could not be together or become
mates. A slow flame of anger burned inside. Because she was so much older she
thought to set the dynamics of their budding relationship? Be damned if he
would submit. Perhaps a semblance of Thrope blood did remain since he bristled
at her tone. A Thrope submitted to no one.

He pulled her on
top of him and gripped her arms tight. “You listen to me, Logan. If and when we
take the Mate Bond, we cannot be with anyone else anyway, so why bring this up
unless you have no intention of mating with me? I will not be your submissive
boy-toy. We will be equal partners in all things. I have had enough of
following orders. If it’s an obedient slave you wish, you are in the wrong
man’s bed.”

****

Logan blinked.
Marcus’s one-eyed gaze burned with annoyance. His voice sounded resolute and
severe. She had to admit she liked the fact he wouldn’t take any guff off her.
So much to still learn about this man, and she looked forward to discovering
every hidden depth.

His mouth was
drawn into a taut line, so she trailed her finger across his full lips to
soften his grimace.

“I am sorry,
Marcus. I dinna want an obedient boy-toy slave, unless some night the thought
of playing that role might appeal to you. I promise I will do the same in
return. I want us to be equal partners as well. It will take a little
adjustment. If you promise to be patient with me, I think we will both be
rewarded.”

His stern
countenance lessened. Marcus sat up, bringing her upright.

“Come with me. I
have something to show you.”

“Now?”

Marcus laughed.
“Why not? I want you to see before the sun sets. Come on, aren’t you a little
curious?”

They both dressed
in a matter of minutes. After he retrieved his cane, Marcus drove as she sat in
the passenger seat. She had no idea where he was going.

A few kilometers
down the road, Marcus turned onto a heavily treed private drive. They continued
over the gravel until a sprawling Tudor-style home nestled by the water came
into sight. Oh, the house and grounds were stunning, the house not as large as
Deegan’s and Tristan’s, but a good size nonetheless. A two car garage sat at
the opposite end of the property. Red maples and elms dotted the perimeter
offering a good deal of privacy.

Marcus parked and
turned off the motor.

“What do you
think?” He smiled.

“It’s beautiful.”

Marcus reached
for his cane, opened the car door and climbed out. He walked around to open her
door. Holding out his hand, his smile grew broader.