Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
They had danced. They had cut the cake. They had toasted to their guests, listened to speeches, and accepted well-wishes, while secretly wishing they could escape and be alone.
Somebody finally had mercy on them and announced that it was time the bride and groom withdrew, while the rest of the guests could continue to celebrate. That somebody was Quinn.
Holding Ursula’s hand, Oliver now walked to the door of the gym which was located in the basement in one corner of the large garage, still thinking about Quinn’s words that their wedding present would be down there and the subsequent sparkle in Rose’s eyes. As if they had set up a prank.
He knew all about wedding pranks: toilet-paper-wrapped furniture, shaving-cream-decorated cars, confetti-littered beds, the things that your best friends did to the apartment while the couple was still dancing at the wedding reception. Oliver couldn’t care less what prank they’d set up, because nothing could erase the relief he felt knowing Ursula was safe now. He’d almost lost her tonight, and he needed to wipe out those memories by making new ones with her.
Oliver turned the doorknob and pushed the door inward. Then he froze, not in shock, but in wonder.
Next to him, Ursula sucked in a breath. “Oh my god!”
The gym equipment was gone.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
He could only echo her words. This was the best wedding gift Quinn and Rose could have ever given them: a place to consummate their blood-bond away from any curious eyes and ears. A place just for them.
In the center of the small room stood a large bed draped with soft sheets, a canopy of sheer material over it. The fabric that flowed all the way to the floor, covered with plush rugs, turned the bed into a cocoon. Along the walls, sconces with candles had been installed, and the subdued light made the room glow as if a fireplace were burning. It looked like a dream.
Oliver tore his gaze from the bed and looked at his wife. The word still felt so new, but it felt right.
“There were moments when I thought this would never happen,” he said, his hand reaching up to stroke his knuckles over the elegant curve of Ursula’s neck.
“I was scared,” she confessed.
“I’ll make sure you’ll never be scared again.” He leaned in to brush his lips over her cheek.
Ursula’s arms slid around his neck, pulling him against her body. “I missed you.”
“Not as much as I missed you.” The last few days had been hell. Finally they were past them. “This week I thought I would have to break into my own house just so I could feel you in my arms.”
She laughed softly. “Break in? Maybe I would have opened the door for you.”
“Maybe?” he growled, dropping his lips to her neck and nibbling there.
“If you’d asked nicely.”
He loved it how Ursula teased him, how she seduced him with her sinful voice while she rubbed her tantalizing body against his. “How nicely?” He pressed his hard-on against her soft stomach, letting her feel what she did to him.
“Oh,” she murmured. “As nicely as you’re asking now.” Her hand slid to his backside, squeezing him through his tuxedo.
Oliver lifted his head. “I’m glad we’re speaking the same language.”
“I am too. But were you planning on talking all night, or would you rather we do something else?” She tilted her head toward the bed.
“Well, since you’re asking so nicely . . . ”
Oliver slid his mouth over hers and kissed her. He stroked his tongue over the seam of her lips and felt them part under light pressure. Without haste, he drove his tongue into her mouth and explored her. No matter how often he’d kissed her in the last few months, it was different now. Tonight she had become his wife, and in a few moments she would become his blood-bonded mate. This kiss was the kiss that would start the rest of their lives. He had no intention of rushing this.
This would be the memory they’d always cherish, the one that would help them overcome any obstacle in the future, any quarrels they might find themselves in, any disagreements or misunderstandings that might arise between them. It would make them stronger as a couple. Their union would be unbreakable. And last longer than one lifetime. Their love would last an eternity.
“I love you,” Oliver murmured, briefly breaking the kiss before capturing her mouth again and pouring every ounce of passion and love he felt for Ursula into the kiss.
They undressed each other slowly. Layer by layer of clothing fell to the floor, first his tuxedo jacket and shirt, then her wedding dress. Finally his pants, until they stood in front of each other only in their underwear.
Ursula’s strapless bra and panties were as red as her dress, but there was a different color he noticed. He slid his finger under the blue garter she wore around one of her thighs.
“Something blue,” he whispered, smiling. “I wanted to incorporate some Western traditions too. You were so accommodating in accepting everything Asian my parents threw at you. I wanted to thank you.”
Oliver licked his lips. “I like the way you think.”
She pointed to her ankle, making him look down. “Something borrowed.”
Oliver spotted the diamond ankle bracelet she wore. “Whose?”
“Nina lent it to me.”
“I like it. I think I should buy you one of your own.”
She smiled. “I think you should.”
“How about something old?” he asked.
Ursula reached to the back of her head and took out the sparkling comb that held up her hair. The red comb was decorated with gold Chinese symbols. “It was my grandmother’s. My mother wore it for her wedding.”
“It’s beautiful.” Then he looked into her eyes. “But nothing can ever be as beautiful as you.” He kissed her, pulling her against the curve of his body, feeling her soft skin against his. Instantly, his entire body was in flames.
“Don’t you want to know what’s new?” Ursula asked, pulling back slightly.
“Later.” Impatiently he tore at her bra, unhooking it and sliding it off her.
He put his palms over her small but firm breasts, squeezing them. Ursula moaned softly.
Gently, he urged her to take a few steps back, directing her toward the bed. When the back of her legs hit the mattress, he lowered her onto it. She looked perfect on the white sheets, like a present he didn’t deserve. His eyes ran over her body, drinking her in.
He braced himself on the bed with one knee and one hand, hovering over her, while his other hand caressed her silken skin, reacquainting himself with her body. A week of not touching her had been too long.
His fingers trailed down the valley between her breasts and crossed her flat stomach until they reached the red silk of her panties. He slid underneath it, combing through her thatch of hair, and felt her spread her legs wider.
The scent of her arousal wafted to him, and he soaked it in, allowing it to drug him. Then his finger slipped lower and touched her moist cleft.
A hitched breath came from Ursula, then another one as he traveled along her slit and bathed his fingers in her wetness. Her flesh quivered. He loved how receptive she was whenever he touched her. And he loved arousing her. And making her surrender in his arms. Just as he was going to do now. With his hands and his mouth.
Oliver used both his hands to pull her panties down and free her from them, but when he looked at her naked body, he noticed something different. He lifted his head to stare at her. She met his gaze.
“Something new,” she whispered.
He dropped his gaze back to the small tattoo that sat just above the left edge of her pubic hair: a Chinese symbol and within it, the initials U and O were intertwined.
“It means forever,” she said.
“I love it.”
He lowered his lips onto the tattoo and kissed it. Then he shifted on the bed and took his place between her spread legs, bringing his mouth to her weeping pussy. His tongue swiped along her moist folds, gathering the wetness that coated them, tasting her sweet essence. Her soft moans and sighs provided the background music to his caresses, and her hands drove into his hair, making him shiver with pleasure. As she spread her thighs wider, offering herself to him, he slid his hands under her backside and tilted her sex, giving him better access. His tongue drove into her inviting slit, then moved higher to brush over the tiny organ at the base of her curls.
Ursula writhed underneath him, and he tightened his hold on her, shifting his hands to the front of her thighs to hold her down as he licked and sucked her with more intensity. He tried to ignore his aching cock that was still confined within his boxer briefs. He knew he couldn’t yet free himself of the last piece of clothing, or he would attack her like the hungry beast he was. Because tasting Ursula and making love to her brought out everything primal in him. Civility was pushed into the background, humanity obliterated. All that was left inside him was pure vampire: ravenous, insatiable, intense.
The urge to make her his was stronger now. The vampire inside him knew that this was the night of their blood-bond, that tonight they would become one. And the vampire was impatient.
His hips jerked against the mattress, moving back and forth to grant his cock some measure of relief. To no avail. Oliver knew that there was only one way he could get relief: inside of Ursula’s body.
Growling, he licked her clit faster and harder. Ursula thrashed, her body so close to release he could almost taste it. Sweat dripped from his face and neck, and to his horror he could feel his hands turn into claws, his fingernails sharpen to spiky barbs.
“Oh God!” Ursula called out.
Then a shudder raced through her body, visibly shaking her as her orgasm claimed her.
The vampire inside him broke to the surface, unleashed by the call from his mate. His claws sliced through his boxer briefs, freeing him at last. Cool air blasted against his burning cock, but only for a second. Faster than ever before, he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt. A choked breath escaped her throat as her interior muscles imprisoned him, still quivering from her orgasm.
Unable to hold himself back, Oliver pulled halfway out of her tight sheath then plunged back inside. And again. His vampire side went wild, fucking her hard and fast.
“I’m sorry!” he cried out. “I don’t want to hurt you!”
He’d always thought the bonding would be a tender affair, a slow merging of bodies, a gentle lovemaking. He hadn’t counted on his vampire side taking over so completely and giving him no choice in the matter.
He watched as his claw sliced into his own shoulder to create a small bleeding wound, before he lowered it to her face.
“Drink from me!” he demanded, his voice gruff and barely recognizable.
Ursula should reject him, afraid of what he would do to her, yet she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she placed her lips over the incision and licked it, lapping up the blood that oozed from it.
His entire body shuddered.
“Oh God!” he murmured.
He’d never felt anything like it. It was like the most sensual caress. The most tender embrace. The movements of his body slowed, becoming more gentle and tender. Then his eyes zoomed in on the throbbing vein at her neck, how it beckoned to him, called to him to take her.
In slow motion, he lowered his lips to it, feeling her shiver when he connected with her skin. Without haste, he opened his mouth and grazed her with the tips of his fangs. Slowly, they pierced her skin, descending into her flesh.
He drew on her vein. Blood rushed into his mouth and cascaded down his throat. He’d drunk from her many times before, but his time was different. This time she drank from him too. It created a circle, an unbreakable bond between them.
Ursula’s hand slid to his nape and pressed him to her.
Take me, all of me , he heard her thoughts drift to him and knew their bond had been established.
The knowledge that they were one now catapulted him over the edge. His climax blasted through his body like a tsunami, unstoppable and uncontrollable.
Ursula’s muscles spasmed and he could now feel her orgasm as it traveled through her in waves, just like she would be able to sense his climax and experience it as if she were inhabiting his body.
So beautiful , he thought.
Will it always be this way? she asked, continuing to drink his blood, just as he still sucked at her vein.
Yes, always.
Because he would make sure that they would always be as happy as they were now. Whatever it took. Because she was his life, just as he was hers.
THE END