Misty (21 page)

She smiled and thought that it probably did not let direct sunlight inside, either. Inside it was ultra-modern, with low leather furniture and a strange fireplace in the center with stone and fire without wood
—
must have gas feeding it.

She followed them up a wide stairway that had no railing and a wide hallway opened up with glass on one side and bedrooms on the other. They took Alex into one of the bedrooms. Rad helped him lie down on a large bed. Then the servant undressed him and he brought out a large bowl of water. The servant came again with towels and various jars so she realized they were going to wash him.

Rad looked at her. “This is Marco, my most trusted servant but more important, an old friend. Marco, this is Misty.”

The man looked at her and nodded his head as he worked on Alex. Alex smiled. “She is so fucking sweet.” Alex spoke low and closed his eyes. She backed up to the door of the hallway to let them work. Even though she felt Alex was healing, it made her sick to her stomach to see the burns marring his strong body. After they had stripped him, she almost cried to see that he had burns and streaks on his groin, legs and lower stomach. What type of people where these? She shuddered
—
what was she thinking? They were not people.

She stepped to the window behind her, actually seeing the lights of a boat out on the water. She ran her hand along the polished rail that hung in front of the windows as she walked along the hall. She looked into the next open door as it turned out to be another large and comfortable looking bedroom. He must be prepared for guests.

The hallway ended in double doors that were closed but not fully latched. She pushed against one with her hand. It slid open without any sound. The bedroom was large and impressive. The walls were a light grey to match the thick carpet but the furniture was glossy black with a black satin comforter turned down on the bed to reveal black satin sheets and pillows.

The room was lit by hidden lights from around the wall at the ceiling. The light was very low so that the room was not in shadow, but it was so dark that no details were seen very clearly. There was some soft smell, like citrus and pine. She had only walked into the room a few steps but she decided she should leave, but she turned to find he was in the doorway.

“Hi.” She wondered why she was nervous now. “Sorry, I was just looking around. I need to go to the room next door and get cleaned up.” She stood there because he did not move and did not say anything. She did not want to approach him and she did not know what to do. “Rad, are you okay?”

He finally moved, with that strange walk she was beginning to recognize as his, stepping directly into her. She stood still, waiting, expecting
—
what? She raised her hands to ward him off and he did stop, leaving only an inch between them.

“Rad, we need to talk.” Her voice was a whisper and she remembered that most of this night she had never talked aloud.

He had her up in the air and the next she knew, she was on her back on the large bed and he was kneeling over her. He pulled his jacket off and it went into the dimness of the room and he slid to the edge of the bed and sat sideways to take off his boots. She rose up and he pushed her back down as he threw his boots and stood and removed his pants. He was over her, naked.

She was frightened but she was also excited. In the dim light he was so beautiful. The pale eyes glowed and the dark hair was curled where it stuck to the sweat on his neck and face. She struggled as he pulled at the layers of the skirt. He found her legs and running his hands up them he was able to push the skirt over above her waist.

“Rad, wait.” She fought the material as it was pushed into her face.

She heard the deep voice but it was not the velvet, it was the rasp of the deep one in great need. “I can’t.” He pulled her knees further apart and upward. He put two fingers into her. She gasped and moved, feeling heat and her moisture form around his hand. He moved over her and he was pushing into her.

This was not gentle loving sex. This was the end for a warrior who had fought and killed. He had the need in his body to claim a woman and let go his release in a very male way. He had carried the erection to the battle to fuel his reaction to the attackers
—
now he claimed his reward, hard and heavy.

She groaned as the heavy pound of his male organ ground into her, deeper and deeper, but he needed more. He grasped the skirt material and tore it to pieces, ripping the skirt and finally the waistband away. She felt a burn on her skin as the fabric was torn and tossed away into the room. She felt him pull at her top at the neckline as it gave and ripped from top to bottom, but before she felt any cool air his hands were covering her breasts.

He soon let go
—
he was on his knees and pulled her upward into him. The friction was beginning to really bring her to a point of extreme pleasure that surprised her as she tossed her head back on the soft black pillows. She felt her breath tighten as he pushed and she felt her muscles tighten.

Suddenly she was in the air again and was on her stomach, he pulled her up and she was on all fours, her ass in the air and his hands on her hipbones pulling her against him. She felt the emptiness within him gone, and her need to find a release as the throb of climax was pulsing in her body but not able to reach the peak. She heard him growl as he pushed into her from behind, a deep full lunge to the entire length of him. She felt his heavy balls against her clit as he kept her knees wide and held himself fully inside her, deeper than anyone had ever been in her body. She could not breathe, just rocked against the hard hands holding her, than he pulled back and slammed again and repeated it over and over.

She could feel the pulse of his cock within her and knew that finally he was getting close to an explosion. She knew she had come once or twice, she had lost count, but there was still this building tight wire wrapped around that needed him to unleash for her. She felt him slowly pull one hand away as he pushed between her shoulders, forcing her head down on the bed. She felt his penetration deeper at this angle and she cried out, both in pain and in pleasure. The hand came back over her spine, between the cleft, and he placed it around his cock, wet with her juices. Suddenly she felt his thumb at her anus and then he forced it into the tight opening and she screamed as she came, throes of passion splitting upward as he moved his thumb and pumped his fluids into her deeply. At last, he found his own mountain to drop over.

Somewhere she lost track of everything. She was not sure if she passed out or just was not part of this world. She became aware that they were both tangled together, face down on the bed, breathing deeply. She tried to move and between the fact that he was mostly on top of her and she was too weak, movement was out of the question for her.

He slowly rose up, picked her up and started towards another door that led to a bathroom. This time the lights came on when they entered, motion-triggered.

“Rad, we need to talk.” Finally she could talk without whispering. Still the words were spaced out as she was limp with sated pleasure.

He kissed her. “You talk too much. I am sorry I used you so roughly
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let me make it up to you.” He carried her into a large open, rock walled archway that turned out to be a shower. Water poured out from showerheads located among the stones, coming from all directions. She felt the sting of the hot water and closed her eyes as it ran down her face and she just hung onto him. There was a smooth stone bench that he sat her on and she was surprised to find it warm to the touch.

He reached for a blue thick liquid and rubbing it on his hands he began to scrub her arms. She opened her eyes at the soft feel of his hands and the liquid turned to bubbles. He continued up over her shoulders and as he reached behind her down her back, drawing her into him.

She allowed the massage, finding her aching muscles finally relaxing after the months of tension. He worked around to her breasts and down her stomach. Reaching for more blue liquid he started on her feet, the water pulsing her shoulders and breasts clean as it ran freely over her. She leaned back, looking at this large, muscular male, kneeling in front of her, treating her so gently.

He worked the soft liquid into the tendons of her ankles and she closed her eyes, the warm water running rivulets of hair into her face. His strong hands worked the tired calves and the thigh muscles. He was washing her between her open legs, the front and the back. She opened her eyes and tightened her muscles as he touched her in places that responded to his touch, but he did not linger, just held her legs apart to allow the water to rinse the soap away.

She watched him closely as he waved a hand over a small screen and the water stopped. He stood and brought out two large towels. He pulled her up and wrapped her in one, taking a moment to dry himself. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He dried her, leaving her hair wet, then pulled the towel away, laid her on the bed, and stood looking down at her.

“All the time I was tracking you, I was imagining your white body on these black sheets.” He just stood there looking at her.

She stayed there as he had laid her out. She did not know what to do. She needed to talk to him. She needed to plan for the future. She would not allow herself to have feelings for this monster, yet there was something forming inside her that she didn’t want to acknowledge. It was something more than just the sex, although that was remarkable, but she did not like the fact that she had been really worried when he had taken on the other Vampires. She had felt a loss. She knew one fact, she was going to grow old and die and he was not.

“You were so angry the night you caught me. Were you going to hurt me?” She clutched the sheets in her hands where they lay at her sides.

He smiled that crooked smile that she could hardly see in the dim light. “No, I was fighting the urge to throw you on the street and take you right there. But now we have the time to do it right.” He placed a knee on the bed but she started to pull away. “Remember, I promised to make you scream in pleasure in more ways than you could imagine.”

She now was really worried, but for different reason. If he did what he was threatening, she would be his, and she couldn’t fight that. She shook her head
no
, finally pushing against the satin bedding, but he reached down and covered the no with his mouth. His tongue playing with hers as he ran his hand over her throat and down to her breast, taking one and the nother, teasing each to make the peaks form tight nubs that trembled as he touched them, rotated them and twisted them just short of pain.

Although he had her mouth, the twist of a breast brought a gasp that opened her mouth even more. He lifted his mouth and trailed a wet tongue down her chin, down her neck and brought that wicked tongue to one breast while he worked the other breast with finger and thumb. She gripped the sheets in her hands, tighter, and felt the heat in her breast reach down to her loins as he made each breast respond to him. Still suckling the one breast he slowly slid his hand down over her stomach and into the soft hair of her mound.

She pushed her knees together but he looped a leg between and pulled one leg down and upward towards his body, lying over her, never stopping the movement of his tongue and teeth on her breast that was responding by blossoming upward into a tight bud in his mouth to be pulled, twisted and teased by his teeth.

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His leg held her open and his hand went downward into the soft hair and into the warmth of the two lips below. He expertly pushed them apart with his fingers, rubbed slowly back and forth between the folds until that tiny important clit sprang upward, hot and ready. He felt moisture slid into his hand and he shifted swiftly, suddenly he was on his back and she was on top.

She let out a small yelp and shut her eyes as he slowly lowered her onto his erection. He watched her face as the effect of sliding down the pole of his maleness affected her whole being. When he was sure she could take the whole, he pulled her hips sharply and a load animal sound came out of her throat as she threw her head back. She was riding him, no thought, no mind, just pure animal sex, her body just doing what it wanted. She put her hands on his wide chest, pushing herself upward and let her weight pull her back down. She could not see and she did not want to, she only wanted to feel.

He looked up at her. His sight did not need the lights and he watched every emotion move over her, letting it take him higher than he had gone with anyone that he could remember. He only wanted to move her to emotions she had not had before, so that he could see the emotions and eat on them as he would eat on her blood. Then it finally hit him, in the center of his heart. He felt the amulet that had fallen against his chest warm on his skin and he knew. He had known many females in his long life, some for long periods and some for just one quick release of sex, but he had reconciled himself to not finding a bond to any of them since his family had been wiped out in that massacre that took those that he loved, sending him on the road that let him become so strong. So strong because he had lost all feeling for anyone or anything, because he had locked his heart not to allow it to be healed from the terrible tear that had ripped it apart so long ago.

But now, after all this long time, he felt a healing that he never expected to happen. A mortal woman
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no, she was more, but he had not found out what exactly
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but this woman had reached him where he had never allowed any of the others to see or touch.