Cain's Identity (Scanguards Vampires Book 9) (17 page)

He felt his heart roar to life as if it had been dormant since the beginning of time. It beat against her chest, providing the echo to Faye’s heartbeat. Just as rapidly as his, her heart thundered inside her ribcage trying to escape. His hand moved south to capture it, to finally feel her warm flesh in his palm. Soft flesh greeted him, filling his hand to its capacity. His thumb stroked over her peak, feeling it harden under his caress. But the fabric of her summer dress was still in his way, still preventing him from making contact with her skin.

Cain ripped his mouth from her, panting heavily. “Oh, God, Faye!” He gazed into her eyes. They were heavy-lidded, the passion in them undisguised. It made him hungry just looking at her.

He squeezed her breast in his palm, then captured her other one with his other hand. Faye leaned her head back against the wall and moaned.

“It’s not enough,” he ground out and took hold of the fabric. Without thinking, he ripped the top of her dress in two, exposing her breasts.

Faye gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

Cain dropped his gaze, drinking in the sight. She wore no bra, and her generous breasts spilled into his waiting hands. The contact of skin on skin made his cock throb uncontrollably, thickening further.

“God damn it, Faye, take my cock out before I explode!” he ordered before he dropped his head to her breasts and captured one nipple in his mouth.

He sucked on the delicious bud and licked his tongue over it, when he finally felt her hands on his pants, popping the button open. Then one hand pressed against the length of his shaft, while the other pulled the zipper down.

He felt release when the tightness of his pants made way for cool air as she pulled his pants and boxer briefs lower so they rested mid-thigh. Impatient, he ground his cock against her hands.

“Cain, my love!” she murmured and wrapped one hand around his iron-hard erection and slid down on him.

Her nipple popped from his mouth. “Fuck!” If she continued to stroke him like this, he would spill in her hand in three seconds flat. “Don’t!” He breathed heavily, pulling himself from her grip.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he repeated. “Faye, I’m going to come instantly if you do that to me.”

“But I’m barely touching you.”

He stared into her eyes, bringing his head closer to hers. “You’re like a new woman to me. As if I’ve never touched you before. This might be over faster than we both want.”

Her finger retraced his lips. “In that case we’ll just have to do it again and again until we’re both satisfied with the outcome.”

Cain smiled at her. “So you’re not gonna toss me out on my ass if I don’t get it right the first time?” Because for him, this would be the first time he made love to her. He had nothing to compare it with other than his dreams. Yet Faye would compare him to the old Cain.

“My love,” she murmured, shaking her head as if to reprimand him. “You’ve never gotten it wrong. You know my body better than I do.”

He grinned. “Well, in that case . . .” He slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Then he took hold of her dress again and ripped the remainder in two.

His eyes wandered lower. “You’re wearing panties today.” In his last dream, she’d been bare.

“That’s because I wasn’t expecting this.”

Cain clicked his tongue. “You should always be expecting it. Day and night. Because a woman like you should have her legs spread and my cock inside her twenty-four-seven.”

Faye tossed him a coquettish look. “Then why are you still talking?”

“Good point,” he acknowledged and took her lips again.

He remembered the dream where he’d taken her against the wall, but this wasn’t how he wanted to take her for the first time. He needed her underneath him.

Kissing her hard, he lifted her into his arms and brought her down onto the bearskin rug before he released her, kicked his shoes off, and made quick work of his pants and socks. He wanted nothing to impede his movements.

Faye’s hands reached for him to draw him down to her and he complied, sliding between her spread legs. Only her tiny panties now covered the precious spot at the apex of her thighs, yet didn’t prevent the scent of her arousal from spreading in the room. His nostrils flared when they filled with the tantalizing aroma.

With his knuckles he rubbed against the fabric, making her jolt. “Easy, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll give you everything you need.” Or die trying. But he wouldn’t be rushed. He wanted to explore her, to get to know her body, to feast his eyes on her.

Had he really had a woman like her before when he’d still been the old Cain? When he’d had a memory? What a lucky son-of-a-bitch he must have been to have called a woman like Faye his own.

The knowledge that nobody had touched her during his absence filled him with satisfaction. And for that he would reward her now, so she would know how much he appreciated her loyalty and faithfulness.

His fingers slid under the fabric of her delicate panties.

“Hmm,” she hummed, licking her lips and arching her back.

Encouraged by her receptiveness, he explored her moist flesh. She was soft and warm, her female folds drenched with her juices, her knees at an angle now to give him better access. By her reaction he knew that he’d done this to her many times. But for him it was all new. Exciting, thrilling. To touch a woman for the first time and learn what she liked, to give her pleasure, was an experience nobody could ever repeat. That he had this chance now, that he was able to start all over again with Faye, he was grateful for.

Cain bathed his fingers in her wetness before he dove farther south. Impatient to get a taste of what her muscles felt like when they would squeeze his cock, he probed at her entrance and drove his finger into her.

A gasp came from her. “Cain!” she panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”

Did she want more than just one finger? Already now she felt too tight for even one digit. Once he thrust into her with his cock, she would milk him in an instant.

“I’m not gonna rush this. You’ll have to wait for my cock just a little while longer.” Despite the fact that he himself could barely wait any longer.

Withdrawing his finger amidst a protesting mewl, he gripped her panties and pulled them down before discarding them on the floor. Finally he could feast his eyes on her. The sight made him salivate. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and brought his mouth to her pussy. His hands clamped over her upper thighs when he heard her moan.

“I haven’t even started,” Cain murmured, grinning.

“Then start,” Faye begged.

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He lapped his tongue against her soft female flesh and allowed the flavor to spread. Involuntarily he closed his eyes and let himself fall. Greedily he licked her, explored her, while Faye writhed underneath him, her hips lifting to grind against him, her lips issuing moans and sighs. Sounds of pleasure like the ones he remembered from his dreams echoed in his ears.

Intoxicated by her scent and her taste, he continued licking her, while he released one thigh, only to drive a finger into her quivering slit, so he could concentrate his efforts on a spot farther up. When he swiped his tongue over her swollen clit, she nearly lifted off the rug. He growled, letting her know that he wasn’t done yet.

Faye put her hands on his head, caressing the short hair and sensitive scalp, sending a bolt of lust through his body and right down into the tip of his cock. Moisture dripped from its slit, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Cain lifted his head from her pussy and looked up. He met her eyes watching him.

“You’re so different,” she whispered and pulled him to her.

He couldn’t let her think that something was different about him, so he gripped her hips and lifted himself over her, adjusted his angle, and plunged into her wet heat.

Faye’s eyes closed on impact and a breath rushed from her lungs. “Yes!”

Her cry echoed his own as the sensation of her tight muscles clamping around his erection slammed into him.

“Look at me,” Cain demanded.

Her eyes flew open and she pinned him. Slowly, he pulled back from her tight sheath and slid back into her, all the while looking into her eyes. Faye crossed her ankles over his butt and pulled him closer.

“I missed you,” she confessed.

“All of me?” He plunged deeper into her, emphasizing his question.

“All of you.” Her fingernails dug into his back, urging him to give her more.

Clenching his jaw to ward off his imminent climax, Cain began to thrust. Like a silk glove she enveloped him on every descent, and like a vise she pulled him back on each withdrawal. Her body felt like heaven on earth. Heat suffused his body as if the rays of the sun were shining on him, not burning but warming him, giving him a feeling of belonging.

He’d hoped making love to Faye would be special, but he hadn’t expected it to be as earth shattering as it was. His muscles flexed and his hips worked frantically to deliver thrust after thrust into her intoxicating body. It seemed impossible to think that he’d once called Faye his own and had no memory of it. How could any man forget that he’d been with a woman like her, a woman who made him feel like the most powerful man in the world?

Every sigh and every moan she released fueled his drive to give her more, to show her that he would do everything to give her pleasure, to make her happy. And to keep her safe and never let her go again. And even though his mind had no memory of their prior lovemaking, his body seemed to remember now. His movements seemed to have a mind of their own, adjusting to the demands of her body, coaxing more pleasure from her.

Never for a second did he take his eyes off her face, reveling in the signs of lust and passion that reflected on it, and encouraging him to continue even when his body wanted to give into release. Only when Faye found her release would he grant himself his own. This sign of selflessness took him by surprise, because he hadn’t seen this trait in his character before. Was she the one who brought it out in him? Was she the one who made him the man he wanted to be?

The aroma created by their bodies rubbing together filled his nostrils and brought his movements to a more and more frantic pace. Had Faye been human she would have perceived his movements as a mere blur, and the wildness with which he drove into her would have injured her delicate female flesh. But the vampire vixen beneath him had no such limitations. She reacted to him in the same out of control way. Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need.

He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close.

“Yes, baby!” he encouraged her.

The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck.

Faye’s breath hitched.

The temptation of feeling her fangs in his neck was too strong to resist. He needed her to bite him, to drink from him. When he felt her lips connect with his neck, his heart did a summersault, and his cock jerked in agreement.

“Faye!” he rasped.

Like tiny pinpricks, her fangs drove into his neck, making him shudder. At her first draw on his vein, a bolt of lust shot into his balls.

“Fuck!” was all his lips could utter, before he felt his semen shoot through his cock and explode at the tip.

Then a corresponding shudder coming from Faye’s body collided with his spasms as she reached her climax. He continued to press his neck against her lips, not wanting her to stop drinking from him, because every pull on his vein sent another thrilling shiver through his body and into his cock.

For seconds that turned into minutes, Cain continued to thrust his cock into her silken sheath, while Faye’s fangs remained lodged in his neck.

25

Cain’s arm wrapped around her as he pulled her into the curve of his body, his naked torso sliding against her back, his legs pressing against hers, his cock still semi-erect. His body was as hot as a furnace, his breath irregular and his heartbeat racing.

Faye’s body felt boneless, yet she’d never felt better in her entire life. Though she knew the fact that he’d been gone for over a year had contributed to their lovemaking being more than amazing, she realized that Cain having allowed her to drink his blood had elevated the experience to a level she’d never thought was possible.

Cain’s lips now nuzzled at her neck and his hot breath caressed her skin, making her shiver all over again.

“Hmm,” he hummed, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see whether we can improve on this.” He pressed his groin against her backside.

Faye chuckled. “You must be joking.”

“You think I can’t?” he challenged.

“Oh, I have no doubt that you’ll be ready again in a few minutes. You always are. But—”

“But what?” he growled, and the sound reverberated in her body like a soft caress.

“Not even you can improve on perfection.” And that was exactly how it had been: perfect. As if the year-long separation had never happened. Yet, at the same time, something about him was different.

“Good.” Cain pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, while his hand gently stroked down her arm to her hand, where he intertwined his fingers with hers. “I’ve always loved you biting me while I make love to you.”

Faye jolted, whirling her head to him and twisting from his embrace. “What?”

He gave her a puzzled look and opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. “What’s wrong?”

“Cain, this was the first time I drank your blood.” Her heart pounded.

He blinked and pulled her to him, his hand cupping her nape, his thumb stroking below her ear. “Of course, baby, what did I say?”

She shook her head, confused. “That you’ve
always
loved me biting you. But I’ve never done it before.”