The Vampire's Bride (2 page)

Josephine closed her eyes for a moment and willed herself not to press her body into his. ”I don’t care.”
I really don’t want to care, so
stop making me try to.

“You do.”

Her eyes snapped open. Desire was going to get her nowhere.

“No, not anymore. I want stability, not some petulant playboy vampire who’s only around when he wants sex.”

Alaric pressed his body against Josephine. “Remember how it felt when we were together? How you used to wrap your legs around my waist and cry out as I filled you time and time again?”

Josephine swallowed hard. She was wet with need. His words and his body were igniting dangerous memories. “You left me.” Both cousins disappeared from her life. It had dented Josephine’s pride greatly.
Thank God Jimmy is normal—maybe at times boring—but I’ll
know what to expect.

“You should have waited for me.”

There was a look of reproach in his eyes that surprised her. Alaric was never one to admit weakness. “I did, but then I got sick of
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waiting.” Her ass was suddenly on the bed. Josephine knew what would happen next.
If I allow it…and I can’t. I won’t.

“So, you’re going to marry Dimwit out of spite?” The movement of Alaric’s body gently forced her back.

“Yep, pretty much.” It was difficult to sound hard and determined when she was breathless with need. She reached out to his upper arms as her back hit the bed.

“I knew it.” Alaric followed her down, his body coming to rest on hers. “You’re such a bad liar, baby.”

Josephine had always loved the feel of his weight on her body.

She instinctively parted her thighs. It had been so long since she had been filled with cock.
How I have missed it. How I have missed him.

“You know nothing. You can’t walk back into my life and expect everything to be the same, vampire.” Her words would have been more convincing to them both if Josephine hadn’t arched her pelvis up to meet his.

Alaric’s hands started pushing up the white satin of her dress.

“You have always been mine, baby.”

I am
. “I was, but things change.” The cool rush of air on her upper thighs was a delicious contrast to the heat of the man above her.

“You’re not his.” Alaric ripped her lace knickers off. “He’s not been inside you. He’s never felt you tremble and cry out when you’ve come. He’s never tasted the sweetness of your pussy.” Alaric’s hands stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh.

When his finger touched her clit, Josephine knew she was lost. It had always been this way between them. One touch and she was helpless. “Go away.” Even as she said the words, Josephine moved her hands down to the zipper of his trousers.

“I need you, baby.” Alaric’s fingers joined in with hers to work to free his cock.

Josephine’s hand curled around his dick as it jumped free of its restraints. To her, there was nothing as lovely as the hot, pulsating feel of Alaric’s cock. Not even chocolate could compete with the long
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shaft and full, luscious head of his dick. She longed to lick and suck it until he came in her mouth. Her eyes locked with his. The raw passion she saw surprised her. Alaric was never one to give much away. The hunger that emanated from him excited her.

“You’ve never needed me.” She guided the head of his cock to her cunt.
To hell with it. I need this just one more time
. There was no need for foreplay. Josephine had been wet and ready from the moment he had appeared. She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.

Alaric pushed his cock inside her. “You know that’s not true. It’s been a long, lonely eight months, two weeks, and three days.”

He had counted? That was so sweet. “I’m sure you had plenty of female company.” Not that it mattered at that moment. The steady thrust of cock into her body was all that mattered.

“I’ve had no one,” he growled against her lips.

Josephine looked at him in surprise. “No one?” How was that possible? Alaric was a sexually charged being who could make her come with a single look. She grabbed his ass to push his cock farther inside.

“How can I when it’s always been you?” Alaric pulled his dick out and shoved back in hard. He smiled as Josephine moaned.

“Vampire legend says once you’ve found your true love no one else can ever replace her.”

As much as she wanted to believe that, the whole months-of-separation thing made that difficult to understand. “How inconvenient for y-y-you.” The last word came out choked as she tried to catch her breath and keep up with the pace.

Alaric brushed the hair from her face and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you, baby.”

It was not the most romantic thing he could have said, yet Josephine felt her heart beat with excitement at the thought. “So why didn’t you?” She had been so lonely without him. His fangs scratched lightly against the skin of her throat. Josephine remembered the last
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time they sliced into a vein. The sweet, hot rush of heat as he sucked on her neck had made her dizzy.
I want that again.

“My life is—”

“Complicated.” Josephine finished his sentence. She sighed.

Being with Alaric was always going to be problematical. The vampire thing was not even the issue. As easygoing as he was in some things, he was complex and perverse in others
.
“You’re a pain in the ass.”

She slapped the butt in question.

Alaric smiled. “Yes, but we’re good together, and you know it.”

He was right. There was a sweet, sexy madness being with Alaric.

He made her hot and crazy with need like no other. While Jimmy was safe, Alaric was a roller coaster. “You know what?”

“What?”

“I need cock—your cock. Let’s just do this and walk away.”

Alaric stopped and looked at her. “You know that’s not possible.”

Yes, she did. It had been madness to think one quick fuck could solve all their problems. It only created new ones. But need was more powerful than logic. “You complicate everything.”
As do I. In so
many ways, we are perfect together.

“I know.”

“You are so wrong for me.”

“So you keep telling me.”

“And bad.” So bad but in the most lovely and delicious way.

“Why aren’t you moving?” She had the fullness. She wanted the friction.

Alaric chuckled and began his thrusts into her once more. “You like it when I’m bad. You like it when I’m inside you—fucking you.”

Oh, fuck yes
. “Harder.” Josephine wanted to walk away from Alaric feeling like she had been shagged within an inch of her life.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

That was sweet. But she needed more. “I want an orgasm.”

Playing with her own clit did not compete with what a man could do.

“Oh, you’ll get that, baby.” Alaric pulled his cock out.

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“No…” Josephine whimpered. Alaric responded by backing away and then dropping his head and fastening his mouth onto her clit. “Oh my G-G-God.” She clawed at the bedding beneath as Alaric licked and sucked at the soft pink folds of her pussy. Josephine no longer cared about her wedding dress or the muted sound of voices outside the bride’s room. All she wanted was to come with Alaric’s mouth on her cunt. His fangs were no impediment to her enjoyment. Alaric was too practiced a lover to let them scratch the delicate skin. Josephine’s hands caressed his head as he lapped at her flesh. He was devouring her, and Josephine was more than happy to be on his menu. She spread her legs wider, needing everything he had. Her body twisted on the bed, her pelvis pushing up into his face as the beginnings of an orgasm hit her. She panted and moaned, vaguely aware she called out something to do with Alaric and love, but in the heat of the moment, she was not conscious as to what that was.

Alaric lifted his head momentarily, his eyes meeting hers. “I know, baby. I know.”

Josephine pushed his head back down, aware of the chuckle of satisfaction from her lover. She was coming, and she wanted Alaric’s mouth on her clit as she did. “O-O-Oh, Alaric…” Josephine panted and gasped as the most amazing feeling tore through her body, making her shudder and shake and cry out. She held on to Alaric and rode out the feeling, never wanting it to stop.

Alaric slid up her body and kissed her nose. “I take it you needed that.”

“Oh yes.” Josephine needed him like oxygen.
How have I been
breathing without him for this long?
She felt his hard cock against her thighs. Josephine loved sucking cock. It was knowing that Alaric would be out of control under her mouth and hands turned her on. Her eyes locked with his. “May I?” Josephine knew he would know what she meant.

Alaric stood up, his dick bobbing with excitement. “I will die if you don’t.” He held out his hand to her.

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“You’re a vampire. You can’t die.” Josephine took his hand. As she stood, her icy white gown fell in limp folds down around her ankles. She was dressed for one man, but taking another.
I’ll worry
about that later. I need cock now
.

He watched as she dropped to her knees before him. “’Figure of speech, and I can technically die if—”

“Shut up, vampire.” Josephine fisted his cock, wrapped the other hand around the top of his thigh, and licked the spongy tip. She felt the muscle tense in his thigh. She licked some more. He groaned, his fingers running through her hair. This is what she loved. Alaric at her mercy. It was an intense, sweet power that thrilled her. Josephine sucked the head of his dick inside her mouth, her hand curling around his shaft. She knew exactly what Alaric liked. A slow suck yet a fast handjob. The competing sensations drove him wild.

Alaric closed his eyes, and his head dropped back as he gave in to the feeling. “A-Ahh, baby—”

Josephine’s mouth never left his cock. She wanted him to come.

She loved the taste of him. Maybe it was unladylike to say. Maybe ladies didn’t admit to liking dick. Josephine didn’t care. This was all about making Alaric lose control. Josephine quickened her hand’s pace as it rubbed back and forth over the smooth, hard flesh. She heard the low growl in this throat, and Josephine knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come.

“Stop.” Alaric pushed at her shoulders. “I need to taste you.”

Josephine knew what he wanted. Part of her craved it. Part of her knew she would be doomed once more if his fangs sunk into her neck.

His shiny cock popped out from between her lips. “Alaric, I—”

“Baby, I need you.”

The desperate look in his eyes matched the mad desperation she felt. She wanted all of him as he wanted all of her.
Just one more
time. Let me feel the passion with him once more
. Like a junkie, Josephine rose to her feet and let him guide her to the bed. She was dazed with lust and need. Alaric mounted her body once again. His
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cock plunged into her cunt. Josephine knew what would happen then.

Her eyes met his. She nodded. There was no need for words. Each knew what the other wanted. Each knew that only they could provide the satisfaction the other craved. Josephine wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her head to the side, presenting the pale white flesh of her neck. “Please—”

“Thank you.” Alaric’s mouth descended on her skin like that of a lover. He kissed, he licked, and he sucked as his fingers linked with Josephine’s and raised them above her head.

She knew what would happen next. Josephine stopped breathing for a second as his fangs sliced into her throat. She gasped at the surge of warmth that spread through her body. There was no pain, only a soft, tingling heat the melded their bodies together. As his mouth sucked on her blood, Josephine felt his body begin to move in time with his mouth. It was sex, but it wasn’t. It was more than that. It was a joining like no other. Hearts pounded, and the essence of whom each of them was flowed from one to the other. She never wanted it to end.
How the hell have I lived without this? Without him?
The orgasm when it came was different and more intense. It was not just physical.

It was emotional on a level too few humans could understand.

Josephine was crying. She always did when Alaric made love to her like this. She knew that he would say nothing of her tears, for he understood the bond they had shared.

Alaric unlinked their hands and wiped a stray teardrop from her face. He was still inside her. “That was good.” He rolled from her body and onto his side.

It was fucking amazing
. “Yes.” The cool air was like a slap of reality. She looked down at her dress. She was no longer—well, she never had been—the pristine bride. Her dress was wrenched up to her thighs, and her silk stockings were laddered. The smell of sex perfumed the air. She was sated yet dazed. All Josephine wanted to do was roll into Alaric’s arms and rest against his body and not think.

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Just feel
. And she would have had the sound of organ music not started up at that moment. Josephine sat bolt upright. Reality hit.

“Fuck! We shouldn’t have done that.” She started scrambling off the bed.

“Hey, where are you going?” Alaric made a grab for her leg.

Josephine avoided his hand. “Crap! I’m supposed to be getting married.” She said it more for her benefit than his. He had come there deliberately to stop her from getting married. She had been determined to not let that happened. That had been the plan. That had been shot to hell with one hot look from the vampire.

Josephine stumbled over to the mirror.
Egad!
Her hair was a tangled mess, her lipstick was anywhere but on her lips, and her eye makeup was smeared and feral-looking. The skin on her neck where his fangs had been was red and swollen. There was no blood. It looked like a love bite.

“I look like I’ve been shagged within an inch of my life.” The organ belted out a couple of strangled chords. “I hate organ music.”