Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(91)

Normally she’d have destroyed anyone that tried to control her, but with Tyler, she was his willing slave.

“Take your clothes off. Show me that beautiful body of yours.”

She slowly bared herself to him, and by the time she was nude, his cock was jumping with anticipation. With an almost dazed expression, Tyler walked over to the side of the bed and stared down at her, his gaze touching her like a caress. She stretched out, displaying herself in a move that made him smile.

“Just when I think that you couldn’t be this beautiful, that it’s impossible that God ever let me touch something as fine as you, I’m reminded that you’re even more stunning than I remember.”

“Remember?” she said with a small frown.

He merely shook his head then reached down to cup her breast and tease her nipple. “We’ll talk about that later. It’s been far too long.”

Whatever her reply was became lost as he joined her on the bed and kissed her breath away. Soon she was wrapped around him and flipped him over onto his back, the need to have him inside of her growing with every beat of her heart. She purred when he cupped her buttocks and slid her slick * over his dick trapped between her body and his stomach. He was so warm beneath her, so solid, so alive. For reasons she’d rather not think about, she wrapped her arms around him and placed tender kisses over his jaw, across his cheek, and down to his firm lips.

It was almost like…she’d missed him. But how could she miss someone she’d never met? Yet that distinct emotion was there, the relief of being reunited with her beloved. The thought threatened to send her into a panic, but he picked that moment to tease her rear entrance with the tip of his finger. Heat rushed through her, and she gasped as he expertly touched her just the way she liked, seeming to read her mind before she was even aware of what she was craving. He devastated her, left her floating in warm pleasure as she absorbed the taste and smell of him.

He kissed her back, tenderly, and when she shifted her hips to allow him to line his thick cock up with her *, he took a ragged breath. With one shift of his hips, he slid into her, filling her so perfectly that tears filled her eyes. It was like she’d been waiting for him, missing Tyler in some way that she didn’t understand. A feeling of coming home, of being where she was meant to be, of filling her heart like he was filling her body had her crying out. He was a big man, and the broad head of his cock seemed to push forever into her until he was fully sheathed.

They paused like that, each shivering as they held each other tight.

Almost as one, Lisabetta and Tyler began to move, their hips rocking in perfect rhythm as if they’d done this a thousand times before. She sank her nails into the mattress on either side of his head, her lips pulling back from her teeth as she growled at him. To her surprise, he bared his teeth in return and growled back, sending vibrations through her body and soul that made her want to melt with pleasure.

A mental image of Sargon lying next to them on this bed, watching her closely as Tyler f*cked her, made her already engorged clit throb and had her * clutching at the magnificent cock filling her. She could almost taste Sargon’s kiss, feel the brush of his silken hair falling around her, cloaking her in darkness while Tyler feasted on her sex. She arched into Tyler’s thrusts, little purring growls escaping her as she writhed beneath him and imagined Sargon watching them. Flipping her over, Tyler threw her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to f*ck the hell out of her. He took her like a man possessed, forcing one, two, three orgasms from her in rapid succession.

Her heartbeat slowed, and she tried to move out from beneath him as her body burned through blood at an alarming rate.

Instead of releasing her, Tyler began to do this twisting thing with his hips that stole her breath, and her voice came out breathy as she said, “Stop, don’t make me come anymore.”

“No,” Tyler ground out. “You’re going to drink properly from me again even if I have to f*ck you to death to get you to do it.”

She tried to push him off, and almost succeeded, but the position he had her in limited her movements. “I’ll drain you.”

“No, you won’t,” he said then leaned down and bit her nipple hard enough to break the skin with his blunt, human teeth. “All I need is a few drops of your sweet blood to heal me.”

Her orgasm came crashing down in the form of burning pleasure, her body straining for something to use to fuel itself. The sharp edges of her fangs cut her lip, and the world began to grow dim around the edges. The scent of blood, his blood, filled her, and she struck out like a snake, latching onto the wrist that he freely offered her. His cock swelled inside of her as she began to suck, and a moment later, the first wave of his warm seed bathed her sheath. She wanted to howl with joy, to scream out her pleasure, and to tell this amazing man how much her heart cried out for him.

She never wanted to let him go. She wanted to keep him with her forever, to make him her marito, her husband.

That thought brought her back to herself with a rush as her past pushed against the gates surrounding her memories of her death and rebirth.

A cry of agony escaped her lips as she jerked her mouth from Tyler’s wrist, moving inhumanly fast across the room, as far as she could get from him while she held her hand to her blood-covered lips.

Tyler collapsed on the mattress, blood still leaking from his wrist, a sure sign she’d taken too much. With her heart racing, she quickly moved back to his side and sliced her wrist open with a fang then hesitated. If she gave him enough blood, he’d be bound to her, and if she gave him too much, he’d begin the process of being turned into a vampire. Something she had to have the express permission of her Maker to do. She wasn’t worried about that, Sargon would love Tyler, but she couldn’t bring anyone back from the dead, and that’s what would happen if she didn’t give Tyler some of her blood. Even now his heart worked faintly, sluggish and weak.