Immortal Healer (29 page)

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“Abby, please open your eyes.”
Did he think she was Abby? Why was this man bothering her? Was she supposed to be this Abby?
She moaned. In her mind she was telling the voice to fuck off, but she recognized it came out sounding more like “fumogoffah…”
Hmm
. It didn’t sound quite right, but she couldn’t quite figure out how to make the word sound right.

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“Abby, you’re going to be okay. You’re healing.”
If this man called her Abby one more time… Maybe she was in a … a … one of those places with sick people. Maybe Abby was in another bed. Maybe the man was just a looney tune. She wasn’t Abby, she was … hmm. Curious.

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The light was blinding, and she was suddenly certain she’d opened her eyes while standing a foot from the sun. She was Abby though. Yeah. That was her name. Maybe she was the looney tune. But she was definitely Abby. That’s about all she could really say about herself. The lights were suddenly turned down and dim, and she could suddenly see.

“Who are you?” Her voice suddenly sounded like the words she was hearing in her head. He was standing over her, looking rather beautiful, albeit shrouded in shadow.

“The man who loves you and intends to spend eternity with you.”

“Okay.” She rolled to her side, wanting to sleep again. She heard the “hmm” he murmured that ended in a chuckle.

* * * *

“Hi.” His warm deep masculine voice murmured against her head, and she turned toward it. Quentin. She loved Quentin.

“Mmm. Hi.” She nuzzled against his neck, savoring the feel of his skin against hers. She felt starved of him, starved of everything for that matter, and she was quite certain she smelled. God, she really smelled. Hell, everything smelled. She sniffed her nose. “Fuck, why does everything around me reek?”

He chuckled and pulled back from her, and it was the first time she really let herself see him. It sent her heart straight up into her throat. She’d forgotten he was so stunning. How could she have forgotten such a thing? “Hypersensitive smelling. And yes, dear, you do smell. Don’t worry. You can have a bath soon.”

She fell back asleep, waking in a start at a nightmare… Was it a nightmare? But he was there. “I’m sorry. I just had a bad dream.” He watched her closely. “Or maybe a memory.”

“Memory. But don’t worry. That part of your life is past. You’re safe now.”

He kissed her lips gently. He tasted incredible. She certainly didn’t. “I’m sorry. I have awful breath.”

“Yes you do, but I don’t mind. I haven’t kissed these lips for weeks.” And then she fell asleep again.

* * * *

She woke flailing her arms about and certain she was drowning. The water was warm and soothing, but the submersion left her fighting. But his strong arms gripped her, giving her the secure bearing she needed to stop panicking and realize she wasn’t drowning at all.

He was settling her in the bath water, and she relaxed back into his arms. She knew him, and yet her memories still felt fuzzy and detached. The trill of warmth that rushed through her was incredible. Even though she knew she’d seen his body and had memories of everything they’d done together, it was still enticingly like she was reliving those memories all over again. She could feel his arousal against her back, but he made no move except to nuzzle her neck just below her ear.

“How are you feeling?”

“Odd.”

He chuckled. “Define ‘odd.’”

“I don’t know. My brain feels weird. I know you, but the memories feel like they’re someone else’s, even though I know they’re not. I can smell everything. I can hear your heart beating … which by the way you should get that checked out ‘cause it sounds a bit weird.” He chuckled again.

“Your brain died when we were trying to get you to transition. It’s healing, but that’s a hell of a lot of neuro-connectivity to reconstruct. When you first started waking up, you were pretty much catatonic, and … well, for lack of a better word … brain damaged. But you’ll heal quickly now. And by the way, your heart beat is just as irregular as mine now, dearest.” He kissed the side of her neck. “So, do you want the good news or the bad news?” She could feel his lips pull up against her skin, and it sent a flush through her body.

“I’m not in the mood for bad news.”

“Very well. Good news first… Now that you’re healing so quickly and so well, we can absolutely go back to Nantucket and fuck our brains out for days on end, provided it works out well with your treatment schedule.”

“Hmm. Now that sounds nice.”

“Yes it does, but it also brings me to the bad news.”

“I told you I’m not in the mood.”

“You literally have to be in court in four hours for a probation hearing.”

“What the fu—” And he leaned swiftly around her shoulder, capturing her mouth with his and thrusting his tongue to stifle her outrage.

When he was finished with her mouth, he pulled back, smiling sweetly. “Four hours is not nearly enough time for you to waste it ranting. Not when I’ve been unable to get inside your body for nearly three weeks. You weren’t able to attend your first week of outpatient treatment, but thanks to Dr. Rigley’s testimony of your medical state, modified slightly to avoid the term vampirism of course, and the illustrious Devlin, they scheduled a probation hearing for today to reassess the terms of your probation. Devlin believes they’ll likely just shift the period.” He kissed her again. “Now how about you feed, and we fuck?”

He was damn good at making bad news sound delicious. She inhaled the relaxing warm scent of him before slipping down between his legs and submerging her head. She closed her eyes tight, letting the cleansing water soak into her long hair and slowly loosen the human grime that had accumulated after three weeks in a coma. When she reemerged, he already had a large amount of shampoo in the palm of his hand, and he quickly reached for her head and started to vigorously scrub.

“Gee. In a hurry or something?”

“Four fucking hours…”

“Thought we weren’t going to rant.”

He chuckled, but his fingers continued scrubbing. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek on her knee as his fingers worked their way down to the ends of her hair, and when he was finally done, she sank back down into the water, running her fingers through her hair to clear the suds, and then she was sitting against his hard chest again.

“Up on your knees, Abby.” His voice was intoxicating as he spoke in her ear, and she moved to kneel between his legs. Her toes were under the gentle weight of his testicles, and when he leaned forward, and his mouth met the small of her back, she could feel it as the weight was pushed down on the balls of her feet. It sent a rush of need through her body, and she could hear the quiet groan he emitted against her skin. He kissed, and he nipped gently, letting his sharp fangs drag gingerly across her skin and down over her buttocks. His mouth moved to the side to nibble up the side of her hip, and she groaned as his hands moved to hold her firm to his mouth with a hand covering each hip bone.

He quickly abandoned the position and kneeled behind her with his knees outside hers. She could feel the rigid length along her back again, and she gripped the strong muscles of his thighs as he clutched her stomach with his hand and pushed his hard arousal against her. “Abigail. Oh fuck, Abby.” His voice was breathy and aroused against her ear, and she groaned as one finger of his hand dipped down between the lips of her sex and gently rolled over her clit.

Stabs of pain radiated through her jaw painfully and left her crying out for reasons other than just the incredible finger that still stroked her gently. “It hurts.” She whimpered as she clamped her hand over her mouth, and he kissed the base of her neck.

“It’s just your teeth. You’re okay.” She sure as hell didn’t feel okay. She felt as though her jaw was crumbling in her mouth, but he quickly pulled himself from her body with a quiet pained moan, and he left the bathtub, returning with a towel. She finished washing and joined him. He wrapped the towel around her, and she dried off, before following him to his bedroom.

He pulled the towel from her with a smirk, and he climbed onto the bed, lying on his back in the middle. “Come here.” Just the sound of his voice sent her jaw into spasms of pain again, but there was also an incredible flood of warmth to her groin. She clutched her hand over her mouth again, pushing hard against her jaw to still the ache. He chuckled, and for half a second she wanted to smack him. This hurt bad, and he seemed intent on making light of it.

“Apparently even my voice can get you all hot and bothered, huh?” He was smiling as she kneeled beside him. “But I’m guessing this is even more effective.” And as he spoke, his hand snaked up between her legs as she mindlessly spread her knees out wide for him. He plunged a finger swiftly into her as he sat up to face her. She cried out again as the agony in her jaw was reinvigorated. “Hush, sweetie. Focus on the hunger, not the pain. You’ll learn to enjoy this pain because it means the satiation of your hunger will soon follow. I’ll always give you what you need.” He was speaking against her cheek as his finger slowly pushed into her entry and then pulled back out. All she could do was grip his shoulder with her free hand as he tormented her.

She was desperately ready for something. She was starving in so many more ways than just one, and for whatever reason, that hunger all seemed to be interrelated. When he lifted his finger to her mouth, he pecked her sweetly on the cheek before leaning back and watching her. “Taste.” She opened her mouth slightly as he plunged his finger in. She sucked the taste of herself from his finger, and before he pulled his finger back out of her mouth, he rounded it around her fang, drawing it down to the point. “Good girl.”

When he abandoned her body suddenly, it was to lie back down and prop his head on his up stretched hands. He watched her, saying nothing for a long time, just watching and letting his eyes travel over her figure at his leisure. The very act of being studied so intently left her insides tingling and the ache throbbing. Perhaps it was his intent.

“You’re going to have to bite me now, sweetie.”

“But I’m not hungry.” Wasn’t she? She was starving, but she was also so very ready for him that she was ready to climb out of her body and straight into his.

“Yes you are. I said feed then fuck, and we’re going to do this my way.” Her eyes bulged for half a second at his tone, and he sat up to her quickly, cupping her jaw in his hand. “I’m responsible for you now. For your happiness, your contentment, your health, your well-being. It all belongs to me, and I will always see to your needs. You don’t need to question that, so please don’t question it right now.” It was purred out to her on a deep seductive breath that forced those damn fangs even farther into her mouth. Fuck, she did want to bite something.

He released his hold on her cheek, so she could lean back and see him. He looked as calm and cool as he always did. That quiet soul that made her feel so safe and secure was staring back. He’d never shied away from pushing her in the direction he wanted her to go. He was a man with a quiet and intense strength who expected to get his way, and he expected it just as much now as he ever had. But his words had brought her up short for a moment. She’d not quite realized what it would mean to become so attached to him as she obviously was.

She nodded subtly. “I’m nervous.”

“Save your nerves for what I intend to do to your bottom when you’re done feeding.” He studied her as she gasped, and her center flooded with more wetness. He smiled at that. “Your body is so very expressive. Thank you for reassuring me you want that as much as I do. Now I know you’re nervous, but you need to feed.”

He returned to lounging back on his hands, waiting for her to do something she had no idea how to do. As his hand met his erection and stroked slowly over his length, her lips dropped open, and her teeth begged her to get over her fear. He watched as she stared at him pleasuring himself, and when her mouth dropped open farther, and she reached for him, his words cut through the quiet in the room. “Don’t even think about it. I don’t need you thinking a blowjob is a good idea right now.” He smirked, and she smiled shyly. “My neck would be a good place for you to be.

She straddled his hips as he pulled his hand from his cock. She could feel his erection held up straight by her backside, and she leaned down toward him as it settled between the cheeks of her bottom. She stopped short of his neck, holding his gaze instead, and she started trembling. She was terrified. Her teeth wanted so very much to bite, but she was frightened. His hand on either side of her face soothed that tension in a second, and when he pulled her head to his, moving her ear to his mouth, he calmed her even more. “It’s okay. You need this, and frankly, I want this too. You won’t hurt me.”

He guided her mouth gently to his neck with his hand on the back of her neck. He leaned his head to the side to open up the space for her, and she could hear the quiet whoosh of his blood through his artery. She kissed his shoulder, and his cock flexed against her bottom, and then she parted her lips, and she sank her teeth into him. A deep and pained groan was let loose from his throat, and she could feel the vibration of it in her lips. But he held her to him tightly as his blood filled her mouth.

He tasted in some odd way similar to his cum. He was salty and metallic, masculine and earthy, and the disgust she felt certain should be there was entirely absent. She sucked, pulled, and swallowed him as he moaned. His penis continued to flex and twitch against her bottom, still hard in arousal. Occasionally his groans sounded pained, but it turned to a very pleasurable humming quickly.

As she pulled a gentle mouthful of him, he reached around behind her bottom, and she lifted her hips. She soon felt the insistent nudge of his cock as he lined his cockhead up to her vagina. She started clenching every muscle in her body in need, and it sent her teeth deeper as he cried out. When she started to pull her teeth out of him, he spoke through gritted teeth against her ear. “Don’t you dare stop. I want to feel those teeth in me when I take over your body.” He pulled her hips down as he drove his up—piercing her sex straight to her core, and all she could do was groan loud and suck hard.