Her Vampire Ward (4 page)

“
Yeah.
Not a peep from anything. Do you need more time?”

“
No.”
Four hours. If anything was going to happen, it would be somewhat
soon. I made myself sit upright on the cot. I was sore from the long
walk, and weary, but otherwise not in bad shape. The food had helped.
Alek wordlessly passed me another bar and shake. “Have you had
anything?”

“
Yeah.
She packed some of the blood, too.” Good. Hopefully I wouldn’t
have to feed him again anytime soon. I wasn’t ready for that.
Any
of
that. “What happens now? Will your brother call?”

“
He’ll
show up. We don’t get reception down here.”

He
watched me eat in silence. As I tossed the wrapper away, he said,
"There's still blood on your neck."

I
touched the tiny puncture wounds. "Oh."

"Here."
He indicated the trunk, moved out from under the cot to the other
side of the small room. "I found more supplies." He popped
it open to reveal linens, blankets, towels. He pulled out a
washcloth, poured some water on it, and knelt on the floor next to
the cot.

Shit
.
I couldn't have him sitting so close. It was like the rest of my body
was slowly waking up

I
put my hand out to take the cloth, but he gently pushed it away.
"This is my fault. There's no mirror down here. Let me help."
I did little to resist. I felt frozen in place. Scared. I shouldn't
let him touch me again at all.

But
God, how I wanted him to.

He
brushed away some stray strands of hair and wiped my neck. I could
feel his fingertips, cool, calloused. He cleaned the blood off
slowly, as if afraid of frightening me away.

A
small smile appeared on his face. I thought he was going to speak. My
mouth was too dry to say anything.

He
kissed my forehead.
No,
no, no
.
"I'm glad that I met you," he whispered, and kissed the
bridge of my nose. "You're the toughest human I've ever known."
He kissed the tip of my nose.
Wrong.
So wrong.
He was so close. I breathed him in, the scents of the woods we'd just
trudged to together, the soap from the motel, the masculine smell
that was distinctly him.
My
heart beat in my ears. The washcloth was gone, he was caressing my
neck, and I was leaning into it like a cat.
So,
so wrong.

Then
his lips met mine. The professional in me wanted to recoil and
finally end this, but they were so soft and cool, the contact so
gentle. Nothing like what I was used to or ever expected. It was...
sweet.

I
returned the kiss, entwining my hands behind his neck. He put a hand
on my waist and pulled me towards him - I uncrossed my legs and
planted my feet on the floor, and he positioned himself between my
knees.
Trouble
.
It was like I was hearing alarms in my head again.
Evacuate
.
I was struck by a morbid thought and pushed him back.

"You
aren't going to die, here." I said it with force. I'd seen it
many times before; clients thinking they were close to death,
unconsciously searching for comfort in any way they could. I held his
head in my hands, stared into his eyes as if I could force him to
believe it. I repeated myself, "You aren't going to die."

“
I’m
already dead.”

“
You
know what I mean.” His face was grim, but he nodded. “Believe
it.”

“
I
believe you.” I pulled him back to me, kissed him hard. I had
little patience for denial. I knew myself - my fight against him in
my head was so feeble; I hadn’t even pushed him away once. Time
to stop pretending I was going to stop this.

He
sensed the change. His tongue plunged into my mouth as he pulled me
closer, exploring, wrestling with mine. His fangs extracted, and he
brushed them across my bottom lip. I shivered.

Having
him so close, finally kissing him after the interruption back at the
motel, it drove me a little crazy. I pressed into the sharp points,
feeling the tiniest of punctures, just two droplets of blood rising
free.

He
hissed, shocked, and sucked on the tiny wounds a moment before
abruptly pulling away.

"You'll
drive me mad, woman," he growled. He yanked me forward on the
cot so I was barely sitting on the edge. "Take your shirt off."
I grabbed the bottom and pulled it up, but before I could get it over
my head, he grasped my arms, trapping me blind behind the material.
He pushed my bra up with his other hand, freeing my breasts, and
latched his mouth onto a nipple before I could react. All I could do
was gasp.

He
played me like a harp. One hand kneaded, tweaked, pulled; his mouth
attacked with tongue and teeth. Heat and need throbbed between my
legs, and I writhed. He paused and switched sides, his lips giving
attention to the other hardened nipple. He paused and didn't switch
sides, just picked up where he left off, leaving me shaking. I didn't
know what to expect from one moment to the next, and every inch of
skin hummed with anticipation. When his hand wandered down and cupped
my mound through my pants, I nearly jumped from the cot. Why did I
still have pants on? I moved against his palm, and he groaned.

I
ached. "Alek," I moaned, "please." He let me
loose. I tore free from the confines of my shirt, and he helped me
wrench the bra off over my head and arms, in too much of a rush to
bother with the clasp.

"Yours,"
I said as soon as I was loose, tearing at his t-shirt. He swept it
off over his head in one swift motion, baring his deliciously muscled
chest beneath those painful, puckered scars. Part of me wanted to
touch them, talk about them. The other part of me took charge. I
wanted him, couldn't wait to feel him even long enough to get our
pants off. I pulled him to me, but he pulled back and away, in more
control than I.

"You've
still got pants on." His voice was so low, so hungry. It made my
pussy ache with such need, I could barely stop from touching myself.
Instead I took hold on my emotions and locked eyes with his as I
unbuttoned my pants. His lips parted as he watched, giving me a
glimpse of those sharp fangs. They looked so much larger than I'd
imagined when I’d felt them. He must have been holding back.

I
lifted my ass from the cot and pulled the remainder of my clothes
off, panties and all.

I
kicked them away and spread my knees, on display before him. I'd
never done anything like that for anyone, never felt so bared.

But
I'd never felt so wanted. He looked at me as though he didn't know
whether to kiss or bite, to caress or devour. I didn't care, I just
needed him to touch me.

"Alek,"
I said. I could feel the fluids of my arousal on my thighs.

The
contact was electric. He kissed my neck as his fingers wandered
inwards from my hips, found my wetness, tentatively prodded just a
touch inside before trailing upwards and brushing across my clit. My
heart beat so hard, I was sure he could hear it, could feel it
through the veins in my neck. I leaned into his hand, but he
continued teasing me with light, gentle strokes.

He
wasn't going to just play me like an instrument again - I had my arms
free. I ran my hands down his sides. He was as firm as he looked, his
skin cool and smooth where it wasn't scarred. Suddenly curious, I
needed to feel his cock, see if it was as cool as the rest of him, or
as hot as his mouth, as searing as the look in his eyes. I tugged at
his pants, undid the button and slid my hand inside.

Definitely
hot. He groaned as I wrapped my hand around the hard length of it.
"Your pants are in the way," I whispered. He responded by
plunging a finger inside me. My pussy clenched around him and I took
a shuddering breath. He added a second finger and thrust hard enough
to drive the air from my lungs. I grabbed his shoulder with my free
hand, dug my nails in.

He
stilled. He twisted his fingers around inside, rubbing against my
g-spot, but giving me none of the motion or friction my body
demanded.

I
squeezed his cock. "Don't toy with me. Get your pants off and
get up on this cot." He bared his fangs in a wicked grin. He
touched my clit with his thumb. Barely a tap. Then again. I wanted to
scream, and still he grinned, watching my face flush, waiting for me
to beg, to lose control.

I'd
get him first. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him hard. His
tongue ran across the tiny wounds on my lip again, and I felt his
cock twitch in my hand. There was the key.

I
plunged my tongue into his mouth drew it across the sharp tip of one
of his fangs. It was a very shallow cut, but it bled. It gave him
another taste.

He
growled into my mouth, the sound deep and animalistic. He withdrew
his fingers and grabbed both of my wrists. With strength that I
realized I had underestimated, he stood and bent me back, pinning my
hands to either side of me on the cot. He sucked on my tongue,
wrestling it with his. I shrank below him; I'd surely provoked him
into action now, and all I could do was hang on. He attacked my mouth
until my toes curled. I didn't realize I'd been whining until he
pulled away.

"Get
on your back." I scrambled. It wasn't very dignified, but my
pussy throbbed and I couldn't wait another minute to have him inside
me. I spread my legs, spotting his long, hard cock for the first time
as he kicked his pants away. The swollen, purple head glistened with
pre-cum, and I hungered for it. If I wasn't so frantic for him to
fuck me, I would have wrapped my lips around it right then.

He
knelt between my legs. His eyes blazed down at me as he licked his
lips, cleaning drops of blood.

"Close
your eyes." He wasn't done with his games. I obeyed, ready to do
anything to get what I so badly needed.

I
braced myself for his cock, and instead felt his tongue, hot and wet,
sweep my pussy from bottom to top. I moaned and bucked my hips. He
didn't lose contact - just licked from bottom to top again, tongue
flattened and stiff. He focused on my clit, up and down, slowly, with
increasing pressure. My climax approached at a frightening pace. He'd
had me so worked up already, there was no way it was going to take
very long. Not with a man as skilled as he.

He
didn't vary his speed at all, just pressed a little harder, a little
firmer, until a wave of heat and pleasure overtook me. I came against
his mouth, throbbing in time with the slow rhythm he'd built,
incoherent words and his name spilling from my lips, "Alek, I'm,
oh god, Alek."

When
I came back to earth, his face was hovering above mine, dark and
intense. "A few more of those and I might learn this new name of
mine."

"Alek,"
I said, staring into his eyes, "Fuck me, Alek."

"Always
calling the shots, aren't you." He positioned himself at my
entrance. The soft head of his dick stretched me open, and I groaned.

"Yes,"
I hissed.

"No."
He wrapped an arm around my middle and flipped me into my stomach on
one swift motion.

My
whole world rocked as he entered me from behind. He lifted my hips so
I was on my knees, and I held the edge of the cot in a white-knuckled
grip. My inner walls stretched to accommodate him - it bordered just
on the good side of painful. He was definitely bigger than anyone I'd
known before. And it felt
good
.
I tensed the muscles between my legs and he groaned, then growled.

He
wrapped his hand around my throat. His fingers probed until they
found my pulse, and locked themselves there. "Fuck," he
breathed, "You have no idea how amazing you are."

"Stop
talking." I didn't tolerate pillow-talk flattery.

"You're
a real bitch, too." He said it low, like a sneer. The sudden
change in his voice, the derogatory word, sent a surprising thrill
right through me and I moaned at the sound of it. I angled my hips as
he pumped in and out, until his cock was sliding hard against my
g-spot. I cried out as he drove against it. "You like that?"

"Yes,"
I hissed, "Just like that. Keep going."

He
grip on my throat tightened, pulling my head back, and I choked out a
small gasp. "Now you stop talking."

He
was playing me again, and I'd given right in. I grew light-headed as
he held my neck tight, blocking the passage of oxygen just enough to
start a panic response in my body. I jerked against his chest,
muscles clenching everywhere. I gripped his cock tighter inside, and
he gasped. Still he filled me, over and over, at just the right
angle. Dizziness descended but it did nothing to diminish my arousal.
If anything, I was more aware of every inch of him as my nerves were
hyper-alert with adrenaline. I was running out of air. I made a
mewling sound as instinctive fear crept into my brain.