Cursed: Brides of the Kindred 13 (39 page)

“See—that wasn’t so bad.”

“No…” she admitted.

“But I’m sure I didn’t just kiss the top of your mound in your dream. May I kiss lower now?”

“Still…still on the outside?” she asked.

He nodded. “I will kiss you gently—as I would kiss your mouth. Will you allow it?”

“I…yes, okay,” she whispered.

“Relax.” He gave her a small smile. “I won’t bite—not yet, anyway.”

Charlie shivered when she thought of those long, sharp fangs sinking into her. God, all the vampire novels she’d ever read…all the erotic dreams she’d ever had…they could come true tonight. But she had to get through this first.

“All right,” she whispered, letting herself settle back against the arm of the couch again.

“Good,” Stavros rumbled. His broad shoulders split her wide as he leaned forward again. His big, warm hands rested lightly on her inner thighs as he pressed his mouth to her pussy slit and gave her a long, lingering kiss that took Charlie’s breath away.

“Oh…” she whispered as she felt his lips move against her. True to his promise, he was treating her as tenderly as if it was her mouth he was kissing and not her pussy. And though he made no move to spread her open, she could feel her outer pussy lips parting anyway, almost as if her body was welcoming him in. She could feel his hot breath on her inner folds and then, just a tiny flicker of his tongue as it darted out to taste the throbbing bud of her clit.

She jumped and moaned when he did that—an action which involuntarily pushed her hips forward and opened her pussy even wider.

Stavros didn’t pull away from the increased contact. Instead his hands tightened on her thighs and he followed her when she settled back, clearly determined not to lose the ground he’d gained. She felt his tongue flicker against her clit again—was he
trying
to drive her insane? With a moan, she felt herself open even wider.

The big Kindred deepened his kiss and it was all Charlie could do to keep from threading her fingers through his hair and dragging him even closer. Somehow she keep her hands clenched by her sides until finally, reluctantly, he pulled back and looked up at her.

“Well?” he growled softly. “Was that all right?”

It had been a hell of a lot better than all right but Charlie was still wary of admitting it.

“It…wasn’t too bad,” she said cautiously.

“So you won’t be afraid to let me kiss you
inside
now?” His eyes glinted with that hungry fire again.

“Inside how?” Charlie asked quickly. “You mean
up
inside me? Because I don’t really want—”

“I just want to spread your pussy lips and kiss your inner folds for a moment,” Stavros rumbled reassuringly. “Believe me, Charlotte, if you don’t like it I can stop.”

“All…all right. But…you’re sure you want to?” she couldn’t help asking.

“
Falinda…”
He rested his hands on her thighs and looked into her eyes again. “Please believe me—I
want
to kiss you—to spread you open and kiss your sweet, wet little inner pussy. I want to more than I want to draw my next
breath
.”

“Well…” Charlie bit her lip. “It
did
happen in the dream so I suppose we should.”

“We
have
to,” Stavros said seriously. “But also, I
want
to. Please, Charlotte.”

“All right.” With a little sigh that was pure submission, she leaned back against the couch arm again.
It’s going to be all right,
she told herself, trying to believe it.
He wants to do this. And it won’t take long—it’s just one kiss…

And the Stavros spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs, revealing her slippery pink interior and the wet well of her inner pussy.

Charlie bit her lip, seeing how wet she was. God, letting him kiss her outer pussy had really had an effect on her! Even now fresh moisture was welling from her entrance. She looked at Stavros anxiously but there was no disgust on his face—just that feral hunger she’d seen in his eyes earlier. A look that said he couldn’t wait to do this.

His head dipped toward her, his long hair spread over his broad shoulders as he pressed his open mouth gently to her exposed inner folds.

Charlie moaned when she felt him kissing her, paying special attention to the sensitive little bundle of nerves at her center. His tongue played over her clit, light and teasing at first and then, when she didn’t pull back from him, the strokes became firmer as he licked and circled her more deliberately.

“Oh,
God…”
Charlie moaned, unable to help herself. She’d never been so hot in her life and she couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of the huge Kindred warrior kneeling between her legs, feasting on her pussy. This was how it
should
be—how she had
dreamed
it would be before that awful time with Clay. It felt so good to have his hot mouth on her, to feel him exploring her with his tongue as though he wanted to map her very soul…

Stavros groaned, the sound muffled by her flesh, and pressed closer. Then, raising his eyes to hers, he began to take long, slow licks of her cunt from bottom to top, as though she was an ice cream cone melting in the sun and he didn’t intend to lose a single bit. The warm, wet drag of his tongue over her clit made her moan and pump her hips helplessly. Then, deliberately still holding her eyes, he dipped the tip of his tongue into the well of her pussy, just barely pressing inside to get her nectar right from the source.

Charlie moaned in disbelief when she saw him licking up her juices—because that, essentially was what he was doing. He was tasting her—licking and sucking to get all available nectar as though he couldn’t get enough of her. As though he wanted more.

As if in response to him, her body made even more, her honey welling up from within like an inexhaustible fount.

The effect on Stavros seemed to be electric. He growled low in his throat and suddenly the big hands that had been resting lightly on her thighs, slid down to grab her ass.

“Can’t help it,
falinda.”
His voice was low and hoarse and the bottom half of his face and jaw were wet with her juices. “Need to taste your honey right from the source. Need to put my tongue deep inside you.”

“I…you…want to what?” She looked at him uncertainly. “But I—”

“I need to fuck you with my tongue,” he said roughly, his eyes glinting with need. “Gods, I need that so badly, Charlie. I need to feel your juices flowing right from your center…feel you quiver against me as I penetrate you to the core.”

He was waiting for her permission, Charlie realized. Waiting and barely hanging on to his desire by the thinnest of threads. At any moment that thread might snap and he would take her whether she wanted him to or not. But for this one moment, he was holding on, waiting for her.

“All…all right,” she whispered at last. “If you really want to—”

“Don’t just want to—I
need
to.” His deep voice was a hoarse, hungry growl. Then he wrapped those long, muscular arms around her thighs and split her wide to bare her completely.

Charlie gasped at the suddenly motion and reached out for something to hold on to. Somehow she found her hands buried in the thick auburn pelt of his hair. And then he pressed his mouth to her pussy and she felt something long and hot thrusting deep inside her channel.

“Ah!” Charlie arched her back at the sudden penetration. She had never expected to be able to enjoy this act. And she’d even
less
expected to find a man who would enjoy it. But Stavros was plainly loving every second of it. In fact, he couldn’t get enough of it—of
her
.

He thrust in and out of her, pausing to bathe and tease her clit with his tongue until her pussy welled up again, and then pressed deep to penetrate her and taste her honey again. Sparks of pleasure shot through her, making her pussy spasm with need around his invading tongue.

“Oh, God…” she cried, gripping his hair even harder. “Oh Please, Stav…please, I’m close…so close…”

Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her wet and naked and alone.

“Stav? Stavros?” She looked at him uncertainly. “Did you…you don’t want to…”

“Of course I want to make you come,” he growled, answering her unfinished question. He was panting, his big shoulders heaving with effort. “I want it so damn badly I can hardly stand it. But I didn’t in your dream, remember?”

Charlie groaned. That damn dream! Of course he hadn’t made her come with his tongue—he’d bitten her. A thrill went through her at the realization. Finally her fantasies would come true!

“So now you’re going to bite me?” She couldn’t keep the anticipation from her voice. She was already so hot and open and his fangs looked so long and sharp. She had felt them pressing against her while he tongued her pussy but he had never even scratched her with them. What would it feel like to open herself to him completely and have those fangs sinking into her tender skin? What would it feel like to have him drink from her?

“You don’t sound very upset about it,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “For someone who didn’t want to become my ‘personal pincushion’ at the start of this mission.”

Charlie bit her lip. “I know what I told you—all the rules we made. We’ve broken most of them already—but we
had
to.”

“We had to,” he acknowledged softly. “But I want to, too. Want to bite you, Charlotte and inject my essence.”

“I…I want it too,” Charlie admitted. She had only made that damn rule in the first place because she feared how much she wanted this. She’d had vampire fantasies since she’d first picked up an Anne Rice book at age twelve. And now…finally they were coming true.

“Gods, to hear you say that…” Stavros took a deep breath, obviously trying to master himself. The hungry light was back in his eyes and his fangs were longer and sharper than she had ever seen them. He started to lean down towards her thigh but Charlie stopped him with a tap on the shoulder.

“Wait.”

“What is it?” He looked up at her uncertainly. “Have you changed your mind?”

“No, of course not. I…I want you to bite me,” she whispered, knowing the effect it would have on him but unable to help herself. “Want it a hell of a lot. But…I want to see your fangs first. Want to feel them. Can I?”

“If you like.” Leaning towards her, he parted his lips, showing the long, curving double set of fangs on either side of his mouth where a human’s canine teeth would be.

Daring greatly, Charlie reached up and traced one of those long, sharp daggers of bone with her fingertip. The big Kindred made her think of every vampire novel she’d ever read and yet, he was more
primal
somehow than all the white-faced, silent, blood suckers of her fantasies. He was so big—dangerous and desirable at the same time with that wild, hungry look in his eyes. More like a saber tooth tiger than a creature of the night.

He shivered as she traced his fangs, his big body shuddering with need. Charlie knew he wanted to bite her every bit as much as she wanted to be bitten and the knowledge made her feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.

Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she leaned back once more against the arm of the couch. Spreading her thighs wide, she beckoned to him.

“C’mon, baby,” she murmured. “Come and bite me—bite me
hard.
I want you to.”

With a low growl, Stavros pounced. Wrapping his arms around her legs again, he spread her wide and leaned down to lick her right thigh clean of her juices. Then, just as Charlie thought he was going to strike, he looked at her again.

“Watch me.” His voice nothing but an animalistic growl but somehow she understood him. “Watch me bite you, Charlie. Watch me make you mine.”

And then he struck, the long, sharp needles piercing the tender flesh of her inner thigh and driving in deep, penetrating her completely.

“Ahh!” she gasped. There was an instant of bright, burning pain and then Charlie’s entire body was flooded with pleasure in a way she’d never known before. She cried out, her back arching involuntarily as orgasm after orgasm rushed through her, as overwhelming and unstoppable as the tide coming in.

“Stavros…Stav!” she gasped, winding her fingers into his hair again. “Oh God, baby…yes please! Bite me—Do it! Do it harder!”

He did, growling low in his throat, marking her, possessing her in the most primal way he could. She could feel his fangs digging deep, penetrating her flesh and pumping his essence into her body, into her bloodstream. Marking her as his, claiming her in a way that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but complete possession.

Charlie didn’t know how much more she could take. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy flooding with juices, her back arching as she came and came, her system overloaded and overwhelmed by the essence he was pumping into her. Her blood was rushing in her ears and her heart was pounding harder and harder and faster and faster as though she was running a marathon.