Chapter 22 – Dahlia #2
“Yeah,” he says lightly. “But no witch that I know. A witch gave the spell to my friend Solon, he taught it to me. Speaking of, I just got a text from him earlier. He and his lover are going to be in town tomorrow. I told them I would put them up here, if you don’t mind?”
He’s still dragging the flames back and forth in front of my face.
“Sure,” I say. I’m not sure how I feel about meeting more vampire friends of his, especially one as notorious as Absolon Stavig, a vampire I’ve heard plenty about, but that doesn’t really matter at the moment now that he’s got fire in his hand and he’s dangerously close to my naked body.
“They’d stay in a hotel, but these days I feel it’s better for us vampires to stick together.”
I frown, my gaze going to him. “What do you mean, these days?”
“World feels a little unsettled, doesn’t it?” he says. “I don’t mean to spook you, but there are some vampires in town that don’t have the greatest of intentions.”
He means Saara and Aleksi. Damn it I want to talk about them but I also want sex.
“Should I be worried?” I ask.
“Not at the moment.”
Then he brings the flaming fingers toward my breasts. I shrink back a bit, trying to get out of the way.
“Just relax,” he murmurs. “It won’t hurt you.”
“It’s fire, Val,” I tell him, wide-eyed. “That’s what fire does. It burns. And that hurts.”
“You never put your fingers through a candle flame before? Just that quick kiss of pain. No damage.”
I gulp, bracing myself.
He brings his fingers over my nipple and I gasp, the burn hot at first, then sharp, my nipples hardening as he takes the flames away.
Suddenly my body is flooded with endorphins and I sink deeper into the bed.
“Oh my god,” I say breathlessly.
“See, no damage,” he says, leaning down and kissing my breasts, swirling his wet tongue around my nipple.
Fuck. I arch my back, chasing that sensation, my cunt throbbing for him.
“Do it again,” I whisper, raising my hips, wanting him inside me.
He grins and takes his fingers to the other breast, passing the flames over my nipple until I cry out from the burn, then he soothes me with cool, wet passes of his tongue.
Dear god, it’s good.
It’s so good.
“I told you to trust me,” he murmurs, moving down my body, bringing the flames on and off my skin as he goes.
I groan and gasp at the sensation, the way it burns, the heat wickedly intense, then how he calms it with his mouth, leaving soft kisses and long licks until I’m wound up so tight I feel like I’m going to shatter.
Then the flames suddenly go out with a quick wave of his hand and he seizes my hips, gripping tight as he shoves his cock inside me.
“Oh god!” I yelp, my head going back against the headboard, making fists on the sheets as I’m taken by surprise.
He’s so fucking big. I can feel every inch of him as he begins to fuck me, having to close my eyes and grit my teeth just to take it. But even with the pain there’s pleasure, too, and I stretch around him, greedy for more.
“That’s it,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my hips, making me moan from the feeling. “Take it. Take my fucking cock, love. Let me feel you fucking take me from the inside.”
I groan again, trying to push back against him, needing more.
He pulls my hair, tilts my head to the side, and bites the side of my neck.
I start to shake, my entire body tensing as he grinds his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder.
He inhales, his breath shaking, and I think his fangs might be coming out.
Then he pulls back and when I look at his face, it’s contorted with restraint. He wants to feed. He won’t let himself.
“You know what I want to see?” he asks, his voice low. “I want to see my cum dripping out of that pretty little cunt,” he rasps, leaning forward to bite my ear, making me shudder with desire. “Are you ready to give me that?”
“Yes,” I moan, my hips bucking in time with his thrusts. “God, yes, I’m ready.”
He grunts, gritting his teeth as he pushes himself harder and deeper inside me, and I can feel myself getting close.
I dig my nails into his back and he lets out this deep, guttural sound that belongs to an animal, fucking me faster and harder, his cock rubbing all the right places, almost sending me over the edge.
He leans forward, biting my neck hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin.
Suddenly I’m coming, moaning loud, my entire body shaking as I let the orgasm take me. But he doesn’t stop, and I want him to come while he feeds, I want that sensation again of his cock growing inside me.
“Please,” I whisper to him, my pussy still pulsing around his stiff length. “Take from me.”
“I might lose control,” he says through a shuddering breath, fucking me harder, his hips relentless as they piston against me.
“You won’t,” I tell him as I jerk from each thrust, my tits bouncing. “That’s not how it ends for us this time.”
He gives me an odd look that’s quickly swallowed by a groan of pleasure, his eyes pinching shut, and when he opens them his pupils are bright red.
Bloodlust.
A giddy thrill rushes through me and I move my head to the side, exposing my skin, taunting him, teasing him.
“Feed from me, my lord,” I whisper.
It was the right thing to say.
“Fuck!” he growls, low and animalistic enough to make the hair stand on my arms and then he bites me, fangs piercing the skin.
The pain shoots through me like I’m being electrocuted. It’s such a sharp, deep pain that my vision blurs and I’m crying out, my fingers digging into the skin on his shoulders so hard that I know I’m drawing blood as well.
He grunts against my skin and I feel my blood as it’s drawn from my veins, hear him swallow it down, only a few drops leaking to the bed beneath.
He’s latched on the way he was before, and I can tell he’s slowly losing himself by the way his cock seems to expand while inside me, filling and stretching me until I’m so completely full.
“I’m still here,” I whisper into his ear. “I’m still here, my lord. I came back for you.”
I don’t know if he really understands what I’m saying but it’s enough that when I push my hand up on his shoulder, he unhooks his fangs and brings his head back.
He stares at me with the wild eyes of someone half-man and half-animal. A man with demons that I aim to keep at bay.
“How do I taste?” I ask.
“Like heaven,” he says, his voice raw and edged with desperation. I feel the more he talks, the more focused I can keep him.
He’s panting, his chest rising and falling hard, his hands trembling.
He pulls away from my neck, but only to slide his fangs over my left breast. He breaks the skin there and then I’m crying out again as warm blood spills over my breasts.
The pain just lasts a second.
All I can focus on is the pleasure. I clench around his growing cock and he moans, his entire body shaking, his tongue cleaning up the blood as it runs from a small bite on my breast.
“Look at me,” I tell him.
He lifts his head, mouth bloody, eyes meeting mine just inches away. The red in his pupils is bright but flickering like a torch, and I know he’s fighting to remain in control.
I wrap my legs around him, heels at his ass, and draw him in deeper. “Please,” I gasp, staring up at him, begging him to fuck me hard. I want to feel him come inside me, I want to remember all the other times he’s fucked me like this, so hard and wild and good.
For once he does as he’s told and I don’t have to beg. He’s driving himself into me over and over again until I’m just a writhing mass of pleasure under him. Pleasure that only seems to grow and grow until I’m arching off the bed, crying out as I come harder than I ever have before.
My world explodes in starlight and crimson.
I never want this to end.
All my emotions from all my lives come crashing down at me and as I cry out his name, tears spill from my eyes and I’m sobbing, gasping, trying to make sense of everything all at once.
It takes him a moment, but he finally comes too, driving himself deep inside of me, his cock pulsing against the walls of my pussy.
I can feel the heat of his cum as it spills inside me and it’s extra emotional knowing that the same seed led to me being pregnant twice before, though that won’t be the case now.
And probably for good reason, knowing our track record.
I lay there in his arms, feeling his heartbeat slow down and the comforting sound of his breathing.
Then he raises his head and looks at me, running his fingertips over my cheekbone, sweeping through my wet tears. “You’re crying.” Then anguish washes over his brow. “I hurt you, didn’t I? I took too much blood. I knew it, I tried so hard to stay in control and not—”
“No!” I shake my head. “No. You didn’t at all. I’m just…”
Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.
He’ll understand, he’ll still love you.
But how do I know that for sure, when he doesn’t even love me now?
What if I tell him I’m Lucy and Mina and he decides he won’t let himself love me again because he can’t stand to lose me again? Could I even blame him for doing so, for protecting his heart? I couldn’t.
So I don’t tell him.
I just give him a faint smile. “I’m just so in love with you, that’s all.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, his eyes playful. “That’s all? Dahlia, my dove, that’s everything, isn’t it?”
He kisses me softly, tasting of blood. “That’s everything.”