Taming the Night (Creatures of the Night Book 1) (17 page)

He claimed her lips and she didn’t protest or pull away. This kiss was different than any they had had up to this point. It was sweet, it was tender, and it was intentional
. Neither of them was out of control and he felt her tremble against him as the force of that realization rocked them both. She pulled back and looked up into his eyes as she put a hand to the side of his face.

“Oh
, cher. You have to understand… I haven’t…”

“Haven’t what,” he asked as he kissed her again softly.

“I haven’t been with any other man than my Thomas.”

He pulled back
and looked at her gravely. “But… It seemed like… I mean the way you… in the bar you seemed…”

“I know. I know how to flirt, how to attract a man because I have to feed but… I only ever feed. I only take enough for them to get som
e pleasure then I whisper in their ears what they want to hear. When they wake up naked and sated they think that we did but I never…”

“Not once in eight year
s?” he asked astonished. She shook her head. He immediately began to remove his shirt. He saw the smile creep to her lips.

“Well aren’t you suddenly the big volunteer. I though
t you were tired of me throwing myself at you,” she said.

“Well now it’
s just a whole different story. Eight years would make anyone an emotionally dead hard ass. This is an emergency. We have to get you laid quick,” he said as he grabbed her and her laughter filled the cavern. She laughed all the harder as he pulled her down on top of him and nuzzled her neck.

“So this is charity
then mon ami?” she asked as she seemed to turn into jelly in his hands.

“No. This is a resc
ue mission,” he said again. Again she laughed that sultry husky laugh that drove him wild.

As he pulled her into his arms all humor faded from him. Fire consumed him as he allowed his head to fall into the crook of her neck. He nuzzled the sensitive flesh there and she moaned as she put her arms a
round his neck and pulled him closer. She ran her hands over the tension in the muscles in his back and it sent a shiver down his spine.

He inhaled that scent that was hers alone. It was a mixture of lavender
, and vanilla, and fresh air, and rain, and sunshine. She was like a drug to him and it took all his restraint to go slow. If it had been eight years for her, then this meant more than just a quick tumble. She needed someone that would be patient and give her every tenderness that she needed. His desire for her took over his fatigue, took over his fears, even erased the scratching and digging sounds coming from outside.

He reached up and slowly unzipped the leather suit that she wore until he could see the little slip of lace that covered her soft mound. He brought his hand back up and pushed the
sports bra up so that one of her breasts could pop free. The way she let her head fall back left her open and exposed and there was no other course of action than to dip his head down and take the taught peek of her nipple into his mouth.

She hissed out a breath as she brought her head back up and nibbled at his ear. She inhaled as if she were just
as interested in his scent as he was hers. Her tongue flicked out over his earlobe, his blood began to race hard in his veins. His casted arm held her firm to him as he let his other hand release the other breast from the confining scrap of material. As he took one peek into his mouth, he allowed the other hand to tease and twist the other until it was rock hard under his touch. He then took that nipple into his mouth and her cries of pleasure made him swell until his jeans became tight and uncomfortably restraining.

She already rode him as if they were naked and the warmth of her made him see stars. Her hands found their way beneath his shirt
collar and the skin on skin contact branded him like an iron. He turned over taking her with him until she lay writhing beneath him. He kissed his way down her stomach and before she could free her arms from the suit his mouth clamped down on her mound.

He laved her clit through the lacey fabric and her back arched up as she fell open before him like a flower. He moved the strap of lace aside and took her flesh into his mouth and she tasted so good. She was so moist that he felt himself get even harder in response. His fingers snaked up an
d delved deep into her. She panted as her hands dug into his shoulders. He would be bruised where she clutched him but he didn’t care. The smell of her passion as it flowed out of her and over his tongue was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

The way she opened up to him… in this moment
, it was honest and she was allowing him to have this bit of control. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he stroked the sensitive spot inside her and she cried out for release. He stopped suckling for a moment and looked up at her. Her head was thrown back her eyes closed tight, her beautiful skin exposed and even with the odd green light that filled the room she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life. A few wisps of her long dark hair had escaped her ponytail and she whimpered as she looked down at him and touched her own breast.

She wanted him to go
on; he could see the plea in her eyes. He locked eyes with her as he lowered his head and took her clit into his mouth again, rolling the sensitive nub around with his tongue. Her gaze went cloudy as her mouth opened in a silent moan. He remembered what those lips felt like wrapped around him and he nearly came just to look at it.

He worked her into a frenzy as he sunk his fingers in and out of her until he was pumping into her and working his tongue back
and forth over her clit. She was crying his name as her head thrashed about. He felt her nearing release and he continued until she went right over the edge and cried out in ecstasy. He continued until he wrung every spasm out of her and then he worked her clit again.

She could do little else besides move with the rhythm of his fingers as
she lifted her hips to give him better access. With a quickness he didn’t know he possessed he lifted himself and removed his shirt and pants in two fluid motions. She shimmied out of the suit and her bra. He grabbed her hips while her arms were still trapped in her bra above her head. He slid into her hard and she stopped trying to escape the confines of the bra.

His eyes went cross as her wet heat slid over him and enveloped him in her soft folds. He had had sex before but it had never felt like this for him. It was as if he could taste her, smell her, feel her, and sink into her all at once. Every sense was sensitive and needy and throbbing as he slid out of her and then buried himself again to the hilt. He felt himself moving inside her and her vagina gripped him as if it could milk him weather he moved or not. There was no holding still so that he co
uld catch his breath. Even keeping still inside of her was sucking him deeper and deeper as if she had no end.

He gripped her
knees and pushed them apart. Her chest heaved giving him access to both of her breasts as she looked up at him. He could drown in her eyes. He moved down over her and drove so deep that even his sack was nearly inside of her. He claimed her mouth and devoured her as he moved slowly in her. He was trying to go slow but the way she was writhing against him… he lost his control. He pushed back up spreading her legs wider than a woman’s legs should be able to go and without another thought began pounding away in her.

She screamed his name as he went harder and deepe
r, deeper and faster. The sound was like hands clapping as his hips met hers and still he drove deeper. She seemed able to accommodate his driving force, even encourage it. He had never in his life been this rough with a woman. So much for tender loving caresses. Sweat rolled down his back as he continued to pump into her and he could tell that his hair had become slick with sweat as well. Something surfaced at the back of his head and forced its way into his mind. No matter how he fought against it, fought to just keep pounding into her forever and forever, the thought wouldn’t be ignored.

He was so close
to the edge. He was racing towards it and all he wanted to do was jump off and free fall into outer space. He never wanted to stop being inside of her, he never wanted to give up her slick heat. The thought came again and this time struck him between the eyes. He pulled out of her and fell on top of her breathing hard.

“No! What are you doing?
” she protested as she moved her hips back towards him. She finally loosed her hands from her bra and pulled at him.

“No,” he said as he tried to catch his breath.

“It’s okay. I want you to come inside me,” she said as she pulled at him, running her hands over his bare biceps. He released a breath as he nearly responded and entered her again. He stiffened as the thought hit him again.

“My condoms are in my wallet,” he said through gritted teeth as he lay between her legs trying to slow the rush of blood in his body. He still had his hands on her knees spreading her wide before him.

“Shit,” she cursed as she fell to her back and covered her eyes with a hand. “It’s a good thing one of us is thinking.”

He swallowed as he looked over her and he couldn’t imagine not seeing this to the
end. “We could keep going,” he said breathlessly.

She lifted her head and looked at him like he was crazy. “I don’t
know if I can even get pregnant but if I can, I don’t think my lifestyle exactly lends itself to being pregnant, cher,” she replied.

“No. I mean… If you’ll trust me.”

She gave him a searching glance and he made a gesture with his head that told her his intent. He wanted her to roll over. “I never…”

“I can make it work if you can relax,” he said. He was still on fire and needed to get back inside her. It was nearly a physical pain now.

She shrugged and turned over getting up on her knees. She spread her knees apart so that she was fully open to him and he felt his restraint slip. He took her hips into his hands and buried his face in her soft flesh once again, this time penetrating her with his tongue. She moaned in response and fell to her face, opening up to him even further. He moved his mouth up to her anus as he continued to stimulate her clit with his fingers. She was limp with desire. When he was sure that she was completely relaxed and lubricated he tried penetrating her anus with his fingers. He was surprised that she opened so easily to him and she moaned in pleasure as he continued to use his tongue and fingers to work her further and further open.

When he couldn’t take any more he rose up on his knees and entered her anally. At first she stiffened and her spine went straight but as he reached around and worked her clit then buried his fingers inside her, stroking her sensitive nub she relaxed again. Once she was good and relaxed he began a rhythm that they both settled into. It seemed that they were there tha
t way for an eternity, her small channel clutching him tightly as her legs shook with pleasure.

He was headed towards the summit again and this time there was nothing stopping him. Again he spread her cheeks open and found himself pounding hard into her and she seemed to just fall open to take him in. When he was finally able to jump over the edge stars exploded behind his eyes and it felt like his very soul poured out of him like hot lava into her body. She shuddered and convulsed as she found her own release and they soared together in a place that was beyond touching.

It was as if in that moment their souls left their bodies and they intertwined with each other floating in and out of each other. He had thought what she’d done to him when she’d bitten him had taken him to another level, but this was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Not even with Cherish had he reached this high, lost himself so completely. As they fell back to earth Jerry thought he heard someone singing to them. He collapsed beside Alicia and panted as he pulled her close. He was shocked and relieved that she let him do it.

He turned his head to look towards the entrance of the cave and noticed for the first time that the scratching had ceased and now the wolves had taken up a cacophonous howling that filled the mountain side like an eerie and beautiful song. Al lifted her head and listened with a baffled look on her face.

“What are they doing?” he asked.

“They’re… feeling good. They feel like singing,” she said in amazement. “As if they are truly wolves singing to the moon
and not abominations.”

“Why are they doing that?
” he asked.

Just as he asked the question the songs stopped and they went back to digging at the cave
entrance.

“Maybe it has something to do with your power as a balance,” she said turning back to him. “Maybe when you feel good, they feel better.”

He felt shock flow through him. The twins had said that he was a balance, but he now wondered what that really meant. Did he have some kind of power over the creatures outside? If that were true, then why where they trying to attack him? Maybe because of the way he reacted to them when he saw them. He felt fear and a reflexive defensiveness. Maybe if he could relax around them…

“
You said when I was unconscious the creature was cradling me gently right?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe… maybe I can walk among them if I’m not afraid.”

“No,” she said pointedly. “They might not attack you but they will react violently to me
, and I won’t allow them to put their filthy hands on you,” she said as she reached for her clothes. He grabbed her hand to stop her.