Crimson Debt: Book 1 in the Born to Darkness series (38 page)

“It took me…a little while longer to…to
figure that out,” I admitted with a little gasp as he sucked my
clit between his lips and began to torture it with his tongue. “Ah!
Corbin!”

He looked up at me, his mouth shiny with my
juices. “You are delicious, Addison,” he said thickly. “Always so
soft and creamy under my tongue. I need to get deeper into you,
though. I think it is time I healed you inside.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “All right.”

“Good. I’m going to lift you a little, to get
better access,” he murmured. Placing his large, warm hands under my
ass, he lifted me and tilted my pelvis as though it was a bowl of
water and he was a thirsty man looking for a drink. “Going to put
my tongue as deeply inside you as I can, Addison,” he said, looking
into my eyes. “Just relax and let me in.”

I had no wish to do anything else. With a
little moan, I let my thighs fall open even wider and gave myself
to him completely.

Corbin fastened his mouth to my core and
pressed deep inside me, fucking my pussy gently with his tongue,
tasting me, loving me…healing me. And though I hadn’t really
noticed it before, I could tell now that I
had
been tender
from his rough use the night before. Now, everywhere his tongue
touched me I felt a sweet, soothing pleasure pouring over me.

But though it was sweet and tender, the
pleasure still built inside me, begging for release. I could feel
myself getting close…so close…but I needed just a little more to go
over the edge.

“Corbin,” I gasped at last, threading my
fingers through his hair. “Please…
please
, I need to
come.”

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with
need. “I swore I would only heal you tonight.”

“And you
did,”
I protested. “But you
said yourself it was sexual between us when you healed me. Please,
Corbin—you can’t leave me hanging like this! I’m going crazy.”

Soft laughter rumbled up from his chest. “I
can never refuse you anything, darling. And I do love to make you
come. How do you prefer me to take you—with my mouth or my
fingers?”

“Neither,” I said, looking into his eyes. “I
want you to take me with your cock.”

Corbin frowned and sat back abruptly. “No. I
won’t do that. Not so soon after—”

“Stop punishing yourself,” I interrupted him
impatiently. “And stop punishing
me.
I want you inside me,
Corbin—I
need
you there. Need to feel owned by you,
completely just like…” I stopped abruptly, biting my lip.

“Like what?” Corbin demanded, joining me on
the bed. “Tell me, Addison.”

“Like I did the other night,” I whispered,
hoping I didn’t make him feel bad again. “You don’t understand,
Corbin. It was scary to see you like that but when I finally…when I
finally submitted I felt so…so…like I was completely yours. Like
you were marking me, claiming me so no other man would ever come
near me.”

He growled softly. “That is probably exactly
what I was doing. I just wish I hadn’t done it so roughly,
darling.”

“Make up for it tonight,” I begged softly.
“Make love to me.”

“We never have truly made love, I suppose.”
Corbin sounded thoughtful. “I have fucked you when Roderick
demanded it and you did the same to me last night when you tied me
down before I lost control and…”

“Before you claimed me,” I finished for him.
“Before you made me completely yours. But you’re right, we’ve never
really ‘made love’. Not the way you mean.”

Corbin stroked my cheek. “Then I will make
love to you now, darling. Slowly and tenderly. But you must promise
to tell me if I am hurting you.”

“I promise,” I said breathlessly. “But don’t
make me wait any more. I need you.”

“Gods, Addison,” he growled. “I need you
too…so much. But I don’t want to hurt you. Come here and straddle
me again.”

He took off his clothes and sat at the head
of the bed before holding out his arms to me. I went to him and did
as he asked, straddling his narrow hips as I had done earlier. I
could feel the heat of his shaft, its broad head just brushing
against my bare pussy lips.

“Now,” Corbin murmured, looking into my eyes.
“Put me inside you, Addison.”

I reached between us and grasped the thick,
hot shaft of his cock. Taking a moment, I rubbed it over my inner
folds, gasping at the heated contact with my clit, before I finally
slipped it down and found my entrance.

Corbin gave a low curse, his voice thick with
lust, as the broad head pressed inside me. “Gods, you’re
tight.”

“You’re just big,” I pointed out, rather
breathlessly. “And so thick.”

“Take me slowly, then,” he murmured. “As
slowly as you need to, darling.”

“I will,” I whispered. Slowly, as he had
requested, I lowered myself down, moaning softly as his thick shaft
filled me completely. It felt so good—so
right
and I knew it
was exactly what I needed. “Corbin,” I said, looking into his eyes.
“Now. I need it
now.”

“My pleasure, darling,” he growled softly.
“But as I said, we are going to take it slow.”

And he did take it slow, incredibly,
amazingly
slow. Looking into my eyes, he pulled almost all
the way out and then sank back into me, filling me to the hilt
again…and again and again and again. With every deep, slow thrust I
felt the head of his cock kiss the mouth of my womb and his pelvic
bone pressing hard against my swollen clit. It was exquisite
torture. My pleasure began to build once more and this time I knew
nothing would hold it back.

“Corbin,” I moaned, digging my fingers into
his shoulders. “Close, I’m so close…”

“Come for me then,” he murmured, still
thrusting. “Come for me while I make love to you, darling.”

“But…but won’t you come too?” I gasped as he
pulled out of me again and pressed up into me.

Corbin shook his head, his eyes glinting.
“Not yet. Not for a long, long time. I told you we were taking it
slow, didn’t I?”

“Not
that
slow though,” I protested.
“Not…oh,
oh!”
Just then my pleasure peaked and I could feel
myself contracting all around him, squeezing his shaft as though my
body was begging for him to fill me.

But Corbin didn’t come…he just held still
inside me, pressing deep and hard, giving me what I needed until I
was ready to go on.

“So beautiful when you come, darling,” he
murmured hoarsely. “And I love the feel of you all around me,
milking me so hard.”

“Corbin,” I begged. “Come with me—come
in
me. I want to feel you filling me up.”

“Not yet,” he growled softly and began to
move again.

I don’t know how long it lasted but I was
completely worn out by the time we were done. I had lost count of
the orgasms Corbin gave me—by the end I was so exhausted I could
barely stay upright in his lap.

When he finally allowed himself to come, we
cuddled in bed with my head on his chest and I sighed
contentedly.

“That was amazing.”

“It was,” Corbin agreed, kissing the top of
my head. “Are you happy, darling?”

“Very.” I sighed. “It’s funny, I never would
have thought I could be happy with a vampire.”

“We are an irritating bunch,” Corbin agreed
with a hint of laughter in his deep voice. “Still, I hope over the
next few centuries you can learn to put up with me.”

“Centuries…” I sighed and shook my head.
“It’s too much to take in right now.”

“Then don’t try. Simply sleep,” he urged.
“Sleep in my arms as I wanted you to the first night I brought you
here.”

“I want to.” I yawned. “But…I’m worried.”

“About Taylor?” he asked. “I told you, she
will be fine.”

“It’s easy for you to say.” I sighed. “After
what that bastard Roderick put her through, I don’t think she’ll
ever be fine again.” I looked up at him. “Corbin, do you think
paying the Crimson Debt—having someone else pay it for her or to
her or whatever—would heal her trauma?”

He shook his head. “I do not know. It is said
to heal all ills—physical, emotional, and spiritual. But I believe
that physical ailments are what most who pay the Debt seek to
treat. Taylor’s wounds are deep—much deeper than any surface
trauma.”

“I know.” I pressed my face against his side
and yawned. Sleep was overtaking me and I could barely talk I was
so tired. “I just…just want her to be happy,” I said with another
yawn. “I wish she could get her life back and…and be as happy as we
are.”

Corbin answered something but I didn’t catch
it. As I drifted off in his arms, my last thoughts were of how
happy I was and how much I wished the same for Taylor. Before sleep
claimed me completely, I sent a prayer to whoever might be
listening that my friend would find the road to her own
happiness.

Author's Note:

I hope you've enjoyed the first book in my
new Born to Darkness series. As you can see, there is a lot more
ground to cover here. Taylor desperately needs her own book which I
am writing right now.. Read on for the first chapter of Scarlet
Heat, the second book in the Born to Darkness series, coming in
Summer of 2013. And after that, there's an excerpt of Brides of the
Kindred book 8, Shadowed, also coming later this year.

Happy reading!

Evangeline

Sitting beside my new husband in
his rugged black pick-up truck, bouncing along down a bumpy unpaved
road toward the huge werewolf’s land, I couldn’t help noticing how
angry he seemed. His eyes glowed a steady animalistic gold in the
deepening twilight and his scent, wild and musky and somehow
entirely masculine, filled the cab of the truck.

I was frightened of him—scared to
death to be honest. I didn’t want to be this close to any
male—especially not one who was angry at having me thrust onto him
like a bloodsucking burden he couldn’t get rid of for the next
three months. The way he’d looked at me when Corbin had informed
him that he was expected to let me drink his blood was nothing less
than completely disgusted.

He hates
me,
I thought miserably.
We don’t even know each other and he already hates
me. God, I wish I didn’t need him. I wish I wasn’t so
thirsty.
His warm, animal scent was doing
things to me, making my already dry throat feel like sandpaper.
Giving me those strange feelings I’d been fighting almost from the
moment I’d first drunk his blood from the Chalice of Union during
our brief and perfunctory wedding ceremony.

I squeezed my thighs together
tightly and tried to ignore both my growing thirst and the
frightening feelings stirring inside me.

Overhead, the full moon was
rising, shedding pure silver light over my pale, white hands. I
noticed they were trembling and folded them quickly in my lap. My
stomach felt like it was gnawing a hole in itself and I was faint
and dizzy. It had been well over a week since I’d last had any
blood but so far Victor hadn’t offered me any. In fact, he’d done
nothing but growl at me to get in the truck and those were the last
words he had spoken. We had been riding for forty-five minutes in
complete silence.

Maybe if I get
him to talk,
I thought.
Maybe it won’t be so bad…we could even be friends.
Or at least not enemies. After all, he went to Corbin to borrow
money instead of to another were so maybe he doesn’t hate
all
vampires.

I cleared my throat
nervously and cast a sidelong glance at the big werewolf. He was so
huge he seemed to take up most of the truck. I was scrunched up in
the corner, sitting as close to the window as possible to avoid
touching him but I could still feel the furnace-like heat of his
big body radiating against my cold skin. As intimidating as he was,
though, I had to say
something
. Had to make the first move
or nothing was ever going to get done.

“Um, it’s a beautiful night,” I
ventured.

The big were was silent. I
frowned—had he heard her at all?

“
I said, it’s a
beautiful night,”
I said, raising my voice to be heard above the roar of the
truck’s engine.

“Yeah. Really fucking gorgeous,”
he growled, still staring straight ahead.

Instantly, I was tempted to
shrink back into myself and shut up. But something told me that I
couldn’t do that. Tonight would set the tone of our future
relationship and I didn’t want the big were to think he could treat
me like a doormat—just some stupid girl he could walk all over. I’d
taken enough abuse from Celeste, had spent years walking on
eggshells around my cruel mistress.
I’m not going to live like that,
I told
myself, lifting my chin.
Not
anymore.

“Your property certainly is way
out of Tampa,” I said, determined to make conversation.

Victor grunted, his golden eyes
never leaving the road.

“Don’t you like the city?” I
asked. “I always think the nice thing about Tampa is that it’s big
enough to always have something going on without being so huge you
can’t get around in it.”

Victor made an annoyed sound in
the back of his throat. “Do you always talk this much?”

“I’m sorry.” I crossed her arms
over my breasts and frowned at him. “I was just trying to make
conversation.”

“
Well
don’t.
And it’s not that I
don’t like the city—I live in the country because I’m a fucking
were. I need space to change, space to run and hunt.”

Oh.” Abruptly, I felt stupid. “Of
course. I guess I didn’t…didn’t think about that.”