Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(97)

“Tyler,” she whispered while toying with her nipples. “Come to me.”

His soft chuckle made her look up at him, and she found him giving her an amused smirk. “How ’bout you come to me?”

Instead of being pissed, she couldn’t help but smirk back. “Tyler…”

He sighed and shook his head. “Lisabetta…”

The way his voice dipped when he said her name sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Giving him an arch look, she made her way over to one of the sumptuous loungers that was more like a giant futon than a chair. The fabric was smooth against her skin as she reclined on it, lifting her knees and parting her legs, revealing the secrets of her sex to Tyler’s hot gaze. His jaw twitched, and she couldn’t hide her satisfied smile as she watched his erection jump beneath his loose pants.

“I need you,” she said, lightly raking her nails over the fabric.

He took a step forward then shook his head. “Only if you promise to feed from me.”

The thought of not feeding on him hadn’t even occurred to her, so she merely smiled. “I’ll feed from you when you’re inside of me.”

Warning bells went off in her mind, insisting that drinking from him wasn’t a good idea, but Lisabetta ignored them, and when Tyler smoothed his hands along her thighs, she forgot everything but the sensation of his touch. Her body sang beneath his knowing fingers, and he began to slowly kiss his way up her leg, pausing to nibble the sensitive skin behind her knee, and up until his breath warmed her wet sex.

He took a deep breath then groaned. “Damn you smell good.” He slid his tongue between her swollen labia. “Taste even better.”

Abandoning herself to the pleasure of his mouth, she stretched out on the lounge and shivered while he began to eat her * in a way that sent hard sparks of pleasure racing through her body. So far he’d avoided her clit and focused only on her outer labia, sucking and licking the plump lips until they throbbed almost as much as her clit. She tried to shift beneath him, but he pinned her hips to the chair with his hands and began to bite her inner labia, nibbling his way up to her clit.

She arched beneath him, intense sensations of pleasure and heat setting fire to her heart. Her fangs began to ache, and she clenched his hair in her hand, forcing his face away from her sex. “Fuck me.”

He started to argue, and she was having none of that. Flipping him quickly onto his back, she straddled him then sank down slowly, both of them crying out while he filled her. Tyler snarled at her and gripped her waist, holding her still while he thrust hard beneath her, f*cking her with powerful strokes that would have hurt a mortal woman. However, to Lisabetta, his spearing thrusts merely spun her own desire higher until she swore she felt as if she’d burst into flames when her orgasm roared through her.

Tyler sat up, holding her close while he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard on it. When he offered her his wrist while still moving inside of her, she impatiently took it, sinking her fangs eagerly into his vein. Her arousal burst back to life as his rich, perfect blood filled her mouth, and her heart soared as his strength, his love filled her. Every one of her senses lit up like fireworks as he overwhelmed both her body and soul, nourishing her and filling the emptiness in her heart. He bit her nipple. The sharp pain only added to her pleasure, and then he began to suck the blood from the small wound he’d made, the sensation similar to him sucking on her clit.

She came again, harder than the first time, her * clamping down on him, and she ground her body against his while he began to climax inside of her. Bursting with energy, she licked at the wound on his wrist then gently moved him away from her breast, tending to the bite wound by licking her fingers then smearing her healing saliva around the mark.

The perfume of their lovemaking filled the air and blended with the dry scent of the arid wilderness around them, creating a fragrance unique to them that blanketed her in comfort. She followed Tyler back as he collapsed, still buried inside of her, while she panted against his neck. Now that her hunger was fulfilled, she struggled to keep the memories of what led up to this point at bay. This moment, this second, was so perfect that she tried to burn it into her mind forever, to never forget again all the amazing things this man made her feel because she had to somehow leave him behind and never look back.





Chapter Four


She sensed her Maker before he chose to make his presence known, an odd sensation that only came from being around a vampire that could be considered ancient. Sargon stood among the trees around a hundred yards to the right. He watched her cuddle with Tyler, and she instinctively bared her fangs at him, letting him know that she would defend her fledgling.

Fledgling, f*ck, she’d made a fledgling without her Maker’s approval.

Tyler’s life could be forfeit.

With her heart racing, she sat up and ignored Tyler’s puzzled look.

“Please,” she whispered. “Spare him. I take full responsibility.”

To her shock, Sargon rolled his eyes and made a “blah blah blah” gesture in her direction.

Well, at least one thing was constant in her world. Her Maker would always be a sarcastic dick. It was kind of reassuring in a way. If he planned on killing her or Tyler, he would have just done it. Which meant he had separate motives for being here.

He stepped from the tree line into the moonlight, his ancient Mesopotamian heritage evident in his slightly tilted dark eyes. The centuries had smoothed his skin to perfection with only faint lines around his eyes and the generous curve of his mouth. Sargon had beautiful lips, the most perfect she’d seen on any man or woman, but there was nothing feminine about him. In his mortal and eternal life, he was a warrior king, a man who fought for everything he had. But, beneath all that death dealing lay a gentle heart. When she should have been killed, Sargon had instead saved her in every way possible.