Chapter 12 – Tristan
Chapter Twelve
Tristan
I stared at her across the table and couldn’t fathom giving her up. She had made me feel lighter in the past three days than I had ever felt in my entire existence. She was sweetness, light, and optimism all rolled in one. So much like Alexi. It made my lips ache with how much she had made me smile in the past few hours. She was angelo mio .
“Why are you so reluctant to talk about yourself?” Kali asked, breaking into my inner monologue.
She noticed that, did she? Smart woman.
How could I tell her that not only was I a vampire with some special gifts, which she had already witnessed, and others that she hadn’t, but that I was also the Godfather to one of the deadliest criminal organizations in the world and had a huge bounty on my head?
“I am not a very interesting person,” I told her flippantly.
“That I don’t believe.” She gave me a determined stare.
I laughed softly as I signaled the waiter over.
They were clearing our table and preparing for coffee delivery when I got a telepathic message from Aidan. I had deliberately driven myself tonight because I wasn’t willing to chance that their disapproving attitude to my and Kali’s relationship wouldn’t influence Kali in some way. Despite our disagreement and their continued disapproval, Aidan and Cyrus insisted on guarding us tonight. Cyrus was somewhere in the restaurant, while Aidan provided perimeter monitoring several miles out.
“We have incoming descending on the restaurant,” Aidan muttered. “They are coming in from all sides.”
“How many?” Cyrus asked, making it a three-way conversation.
“I don’t know yet,” Aidan muttered. “But from what I can see, there are at least fifty so far.”
“ I don’t want Kali exposed to this,” I told them emphatically.
“You mean you don’t want her to know who you are,” Aidan countered. He had already warned me that Kali wouldn’t take kindly to dating a criminal.
Of course, I pointed out that I was no ordinary criminal. Needless to say, he didn’t appreciate my flippancy.
“Perhaps,” was all I said now.
“What do you want to do?” Aidan finally asked.
“While I hate missing all the fun, you and Cyrus take care of them. I will teleport Kali home.”
“Is that wise?” Cyrus piped in. He was referring to my revealing yet another extraordinary power to Kali.
I chuckled satirically. “ Wise or not, at least she knows about my supernatural state, while my other identity has to remain a mystery for now .”
“You mean ‘shock and awe’ before you have to repulse her,” Aidan sneered.
“Keep your fucking opinion to yourself.” I couldn’t help feeling defensive about this. I wanted nothing to derail my budding relationship with Kali. Fuck, I had never had a relationship before, but I did know that it would be a bad idea to tell her too much too soon.
“The numbers are still increasing,” Aidan suddenly hissed. “Did these assholes send a damn army?!”
There is a reason why I usually deal with any threat to me personally. It not only instills fear in my enemies, but it also feeds my reputation for swift retribution and brutality, which would only solidify my position as the Godfather even more firmly. However, I have to think of Kali. I can’t let them know about her.
“Wait, they are already in the fucking restaurant!” Cyrus roared. “We have a fucking rat!”
“I’m taking Kali. I’ll be back to help.”
“No need, brother.” Drako’s amused voice joined our telepathic conversation. “Aidan called us.”
“The kids need the practice,” Luka said dryly.
I could hear the excited chatter of my nieces and nephews, Luka’s, Drako’s and Xander’s children. Zora, Apollo, and Drago were now adult dhampirs, while Orion, Blaze, and Alexia teenage dhampirs, even though none of them were even twelve years yet in human years. They each had some version of the powers of their parents, the kids also had some pretty amazing powers of their own.
Hell, Zora could create a cloak of an energy forcefield around herself or anyone else that could incinerate anyone or anything that touched it and could also repel any power launched at it back on its source.
In addition to being able to read and liquify minds like his father, Apollo could cloak like Zora does but not only is the shield deadly and able to repel any weapon, it also could make the person within the cloak invisible.
Drago could mimic any power he saw in action, and he would have that power for a few hours. As he gets older, he seems to be able to maintain the power longer.
Blaze could emit an energy fire over his entire body and incinerate any and everything coming at him.
Orion, Luka’s son, had a magnetic enchantment, able to charm anyone to his will, and he could also pop up a deadly shield like his siblings, but he could move his shield over anyone or anything to protect them or destroy them.
The youngest little tike, Alexia, Xander’s daughter, named after Alexi, had powers in spades. She could physically and mentally heal any ailment. However, since she would temporarily take on that ailment, her parents insisted that she would never do it unless there was dire need. She can freeze time like her father, but she can also go back in time. While both powers were rather weak because she is so young, as she got older, the length of time that she can freeze and go back gets longer. So far, both abilities were only mere minutes. I knew that the brothers were hoping that eventually she could go back far enough and bring Alexi back.
I had no such hope. I refused to have that weak-ass hope.
Despite all I have done to try to distance myself from them, they have all been determined to call me family and refuse to relinquish their hold on me. I didn’t want to care, but I was finding it impossible to not care when they did shit like this.
“We have to leave,” I told Kali, even as the sound of distant bullets pierced the air.
The staff of the restaurant looked terrified and uncertain of whether to stay or run.
“I can sense the increased presence of supernatural beings and hostile humans nearby. The scent of violence is almost overwhelming. What’s going on?” Kali stood from the table and started turning her head in the direction where I was sure Xander was wielding his sword.
I crossed over to her and teleported her out of there before she got any bright ideas to jump in the thick of things. Not only did I not want her to get hurt, I also wasn’t ready for her to meet my family. I didn't want a damn lecture from Luka or looks of disapproval from Drako and Xander, and I certainly didn’t want Danika’s input.
Immortals are discouraged from relationships with humans, but male vampires and werewolves are especially discouraged for fear that they will kill a human female during mating. Since becoming a vampire, I have yet to have sex with a mortal female. It would require a much gentler side of me than I have been capable of. However, with Kali, she is mine; therefore, I am incapable of hurting her. The last six nights have assured me of that. Somehow, she is bringing out that gentler side from me.
So, no, I wasn’t ready for an interrogation from my family on any of it. This was all too new, and I wanted Kali to myself for as long as I could before all the other bullshit in my life derailed what we have going.
“What the hell? Did we just teleport to my apartment?” Kali asked in a stunned, hushed voice.
I looked around at the familiar living room of her apartment and nodded nonchalantly, adding a shrug to emphasize the lack of importance of that observation. My being able to teleport was way down that list of unwelcome shit that she was going to find out about me. She needed to start getting over some of them now, because I wasn’t letting her go.
“As much as I love seeing you in action, I have other plans for us tonight,” I told her teasingly.
“But what about the restaurant workers? They are probably being robbed as we speak.”
“I doubt that. Those bastards aren’t interested in robbing the restaurant, believe me,” I dismissed. “Don’t worry, my bodyguards will deal with them.”
“Bodyguards? What bodyguards?” She frowned. “You’re a vampire. Why would you need bodyguards?”
I angled my head downward to hold her gaze. “I have been thinking all night about our kiss and how much I want to finish what we started.”
“Seriously?” she asked incredulously. “You’re being evasive still? And how is it that I didn’t sense your bodyguards?” Distrust and suspicion laced her voice.
“Kali, you will be with me for the rest of my life and yours,” I told her softly. “Especially given that your lifeline will be tied to mine.”
“Whoa! Talk about being presumptuous. Exactly, how will that be achieved?” She frowned. “You’re not thinking of turning me, are you?” she mocked.
“You are my mate. Of course I’m confident about us. There is no power under the sun that will change what we are to each other or that will keep us apart.”
“But…”
“But nothing,” I said softly, placing a finger over her lips to silence her. “The immaterial what and why of some misguided gunmen are in no way as important as our being together tonight.”
“I’m a police officer. At least let me call this in,” she said stubbornly.
I sighed because she wasn’t going to let this go until I assured her. “I promise that none of the restaurant employees will get hurt and the police will be called if my bodyguards can’t neutralize the threat.”
She silently stared back at me, seeming to weigh my words.
“Trust me.”
She regarded me silently for a few more seconds before giving me one resigned nod.
“All I’ve thought about during dinner is how much I want to hold you,” I said slowly, approaching her as if she might run from me at any moment. “I ache to kiss you again.” I pulled her gently toward me, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted her off the ground until she could look directly into my eyes and I could look into hers.
“You are too certain of yourself,” she teased, her voice was barely above a whisper. I could see and hear the swift acceleration of her pulse and her breathing. She tried to burrow even closer to me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tightly, never moving her gaze from mine.
“Not myself.” I murmured. “I am certain of us though.” Down to my bones, I wanted to say, but I didn’t want to get in a discussion about a vampire’s skeleton or lack thereof.
Her smoky pale blue gaze smoldered with the same desire and eagerness to be with me as I had felt all night. It has been hell restraining my hunger for her. Lust and pure unadulterated need gnawed at me, gnawed at my control. I could resist her no longer, and I didn’t want to. I crushed her lips with mine.
She tasted like home, like excitement, she tasted like forever. And I wanted her more at that moment than I have ever wanted anything in my life. The mechanics of why a vampire should not be intimate with a human female meant nothing at this moment. She was mine, and there was no way she couldn’t withstand my strength, withstand my venom.
She was made for me. I was convinced of that as sure as I was of my own name.
I trailed my lips down her cheek, to her neck, and finally to the creamy slopes of her breasts. Her sweet scent flooded my senses, and a wave of fierce lust consumed me.
For the past two nights, we had done some heavy petting, but nothing skin to skin. Tonight, I was suddenly filled with a fevered impatience to taste her naked, silky skin and to taste her honeyed depths. With barely any control left, and certainly barely enough to ensure I didn’t use my full strength on her, I ripped the bodice of her dress, and her generous globes spilled into my palms.
She gasped, stunned by my sudden action.
“ Bellissima ,” I whispered in awe. She was even more beautiful than I imagined. She was fucking exquisite.
“Tristan, I liked this dress,” she protested weakly. Her breaths were coming in short, labored pants.
I grinned because she wasn’t protesting my touch, and she whispered my name with such obvious affection. Despite the limited time we had known each other, her feelings were already engaged. As mates, the chemistry between us would be impossible to resist, but to have her feel for me the way I felt about her… Cazzo , there were no words.
“I’ll buy you more dresses, mi dolce bellezza, ” I murmured as I caressed her bountiful firm flesh. “Tell me you want this.” I hoped like hell that she wouldn’t deny me now, because I didn’t think I could survive another night without finally claiming her. To finally tie her to me in some irrevocable way. Letting every immortal fucker know that she was mine.
Instead of answering, Kali gripped my head and guided my lips to the straining, pebbled peak of her breast.
I was so fucking relieved my knees grew weak. I didn’t hesitate to pull the dark berry tip between my lips and suck. Her taste exploded onto my tongue like nectar from the gods. I got so fucking hard my tailored trousers felt like restricting breeches. I swiveled my head and took the other hard tip into my mouth.
“Tristan, please,” she whimpered.
Her needy, sexy plea ratcheted up my lust to another stratosphere. I had to kiss her. I released her nipple with a wet pop and then fused her lips with mine. God, how could she taste sweeter and sweeter every time I kissed her? Our tongues curled and twisted around each other, reveling in the passion between us.
It was then that I felt it. Felt the sizzling coil of hunger that licked through Kali. I felt her growing need for me, the tightening tips of her breasts, the wild flight of butterflies in her stomach, the ache pulsing low in her pelvis, the mad throbbing between her legs, and the warm flow of her honey, soaking her underwear and her inner thighs. I felt it all, and even felt how my desire was tunneling through her.
It was a boomerang of molten lust between us that had me losing all sense of time and space. I was in a dark void of blistering desire, desire that had me teleporting us to her bedroom, tearing her clothes from her in a blink while she tore off my clothes with fevered impatience.
She gasped at the initial sight of my tattoos. Yeah, they were not something I talked about or shared with others. My tattoos that usually peeked out from my collar and from the sleeves of my dress shirt at my wrists covered both arms running from my wrists to my neck. The tattoos also covered my back. They are remnants from my human life and were an insight into who I was then and even more so who I am now. Women usually found them both sinister and beautiful, and from the look Kali was giving me, she clearly thought the same. The tattoos were a few intricate Roman symbols that not only celebrated my heritage, but they were an homage to the Roman warriors of my ancestors and surrounded the Latin words: ego sum iudex, iuratus et carnifex , which translated to “judge, jury, and executioner.”
“Beautiful,” she breathed and licked her lips as she ripped my pants from me.
She was in the same vortex of passion as I was in.
I brought our bodies naked and hot onto the cool sheets of her bed.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I covered her completely, pinning her under me. I loved feeling every inch of her warm, silky skin against mine. I loved how she pressed her body into mine, getting as close to me as possible without us being joined and as if she was trying to merge our bodies into each other.
It was pure erotic torture to feel her pleasure, to feel her need. She trembled, and I trembled. I felt her desire coiling low and tight in her belly, along the tingled nerves of her spine, and churning deep in her pelvis. Touching me and scenting me hardwired her senses, and in turn, it devastated me too.
I gripped her wrists in the shackle of my palm and pushed them into the pillow above her head, trapping her to the bed. I have never felt the need to play the dominant lover, but with her, I wanted to own her, wanted to own her every response, every pleasure, her every breath.
I took her lips with a ravenous hunger that was fast consuming me, and she returned my kiss with equal fervor. Releasing her lips, I held her gaze for one aching moment. “I need to taste you, angelo mio . Will you let me?”
She looked at me with a fascinating mix of uncertainty, desperation, and blind surrender.
It inspired an overwhelming need of protectiveness that I hadn’t felt since my human years with my little sister. This woman made me feel things that my soulless state couldn’t comprehend.
I knew that she was worried that I would sink my fangs into her, but there was no way I could do that without knowing what she was. There was no way I would know how much of my venom she could take before she would turn. So, as much as I craved her blood, I couldn’t indulge until I knew more about her. But it wasn’t the same for her taking my blood. To partially claim her and make her irrevocably my mate, I would be feeding her my blood tonight. I wanted my seed and my blood in her. She will be the first and only woman to have both my essence in her at once. Fuck, she will be the only woman to have my blood period.
She gave her permission, and I took full advantage, kissing every inch of her body, from head to toe and back again, even turning her to her stomach and trailing my lips down the provocative curve of her back and to the sexy swell of her round bottom.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmured against her soft skin, kissing and caressing her with a reverence her perfection demanded. “You’re mine,” I told her, ensuring that she had no doubt about that.
I pulled her to her knees and pushed her thighs apart as I kissed her beautiful ass cheeks, kissing and nipping every inch of her smooth skin before gripping each globe in my palms and spreading them to give me ultimate access to her sweet, dripping center.
I ducked my head to lick her sleek folds before curling my tongue around her clit to suck and nip her sensitive flesh.
“ Dio mio , you taste incredible.” The more I tasted her honey, the more I wanted.
She moaned and writhed wildly against my marauding tongue. She whispered my name over and over as though she couldn’t withstand the pleasure coursing through her but begging for more of it at the same time.
Her pleasure was my pleasure and mine, hers. The physical impact of that was catastrophic to my senses and to hers.
Rolling my tongue into a tight pike, I drilled deep in her heat, lapping up and taking in her sweet, gushing essence.
She trembled harder and was now whimpering my name as a plea.
She wanted mercy, but I had none to give. Only pleasure. I applied the rough tip of my thumb to her engorged clit. She exploded onto my tongue, quivering and shaking violently with her release.
Fuck! It took every bit of my control to stop my own orgasm. I wanted to come only when I was buried deep in her.
I didn’t wait for her to come down from her orgasm. Instead, I flipped her to her back, wrapped her legs high around my waist, and surged into her with one hungry stroke, too consumed with lust to even give a passing thought to being gentle. I wanted to be in her too badly.
Tears of distress flooded her eyes as she cried out in acute pain. Her wet gaze locked with mine accusingly.
I stilled. While I could feel the shock of pain gripping her, my senses were consumed with the feel of her velvety heat wrapped snugly around my entire hard length. The combination was cataclysmic. It was the most sensual, erotic sensation I’d ever felt in my life. It was as if her pussy was made specifically for my cock. I would cut off my own limbs to feel her pussy around me like this again and again. I was fighting to not spill my damn seed right then and there. I should have felt like such a bastard for hurting her, but something told me that if I hadn’t, she would have never admitted to being a virgin.
I wanted to howl and pound my chest with triumph, but I didn’t dare. In all my worldly, sexual exploits, Kali has been my sole virgin experience. I never considered myself a possessive or primitive male, but that was exactly how she made me feel. As primitive and possessive as fuck.
She was mine. Solely fucking mine.
I kissed her forehead soothingly, kissed her cheek, and finally settled my lips over hers, kissing her with a tender adoration that I had no idea it was possible for me to feel, wanting her to understand how much I appreciated her gift and knowing that she wouldn’t take kindly to me mentioning it. “Are you okay?” I asked instead.
She sucked in a harsh breath. “I’m…” She frowned thoughtfully and wiggled her hips delicately. “Honestly, I’m good.” She smiled. “I expected to feel pain, but it wasn’t just pain that I felt,” she said in a hushed voice. She peered up at me hesitantly as if debating whether to elaborate or not. “Instead, it was exquisite, the perfect combination of pain, pleasure, and utter bliss.” She narrowed her eyes. “It doesn’t make sense, but I think I was feeling your pleasure too.”
Her soft words reeked of uncertainty and confusion. I kissed her lips tenderly to soothe her.
“Yes, you felt what I felt, the same as I can feel what you feel,” I told her gently. I had no intention of hiding what we are to each other from her. “My brothers told me that they feel their mate’s pleasure and pain as well, but I had no idea that we would experience it too. It is a special bond between fated mates.” I kissed her again, unable to resist the sweet nectar of her lips.
“That’s incredible,” she said softly against my lips. “Is that normal in the immortal world?” Her inner muscles squeezed my cock as she instinctively rolled her hips under me. It was even more erotic because she was so innocently sensual.
Desire, hot and swift, sizzled up my spine. “No,” I grunted because I was all out of words. Keeping our gazes locked, I pulled out of her all the way to my tip before surging back into her with a groan of searing ecstasy. I slid slowly in and out of her, savoring every sensation of her exquisite tight walls around my hard cock. I felt so close to her at that moment, so connected. It wasn’t just our bodies that were joined. It was as if I could feel and see the purity of her soul reflected in the depths of her pale blue eyes. “ Angelo mio .”
She buried her fingernails into my back as I claimed her with unrestrained thrusts of my hips. I held nothing back, not my frenzy or power as I fucked into her, deeper and deeper, hitting that cluster of nerve endings buried deep into her core, driving in and out of her.
I was only vaguely aware of the hardwood headboard of her queen-sized bed rattling in rhythm with each swivel of my hips. Her breathy pants became whimpers and then morphed into moans. The moans became louder and louder, soon drowning out the sounds of the wood slamming against the bedroom wall and even the occasional sound of wood cracking. I loved that, although she looked delicate and decidedly feminine, she was strong enough to withstand my not-so-gentle touch. She was perfectly made just for me, taking my touch, taking my cock, and taking my raw passion as no other woman has ever taken me.
With the relentless snake and roll of my hips, I drove into her heat over and over again. My cock lengthened and thickened, getting harder and harder. Her inner muscles closed around me even tighter, the pleasure so fucking sublime, I felt my eyes glisten as my release pulsed and tingled like electrical currents up my spine, overwhelming me so damn fast as sensations bombarded and decimated every cell in my body.
I bit into my wrist with my fangs, creating gaping puncture holes that had blood immediately coating my skin. I pressed my bleeding wound to her lips.
She sucked greedily.
The sweet pull of her lips and tongue sent me over the edge in seconds. My blood on her tongue triggered her just as much as it triggered me. I felt Kali coming apart under me, ratcheting up my orgasm to seismic proportions as sensations ripped through me. It was a freefall into an abyss of blistering pleasure. I felt lightheaded and slumped listlessly on top of her.
I barely summoned the strength to lick my wrist to reseal my wound and stop the blood flow. As an immortal, I’ve never felt tired or drained. The fact that she can reduce me to this was fucking epic. No wonder my brothers were so gone over their mates. The emotions Kali stirred in me after knowing her for such a short time terrified me. It was bigger than what I felt even for Alexi. Already the thought of losing her sent a cold chill through my body.
I can’t lose her. I just can’t.
Long moments passed with only our breathing stirring the still and silent air around us.
“That can’t be normal,” she whispered, seeming shellshocked from our mind-numbing orgasm.
Remaining buried deep inside of her, I held her tightly as I rolled to my back and arranged her on top of me. “It is normal for us. And it was so incredible, I plan to do it again as soon as you recover.”
Laying her head on my chest, she laughed softly. “I thought it was the woman who had to wait for the man to recover,” she teased.
“Well, I think that applies to human males, but us vampires are distinctly different.” I hadn’t felt this lighthearted since I was a child. On the island paradise of Bermuda, I had been living under the illusion that I had two loving parents and my little sister who loved me too. Those days had been idyllic until an assassin came to our doorstep and shattered my world, shattered my illusion. It was little wonder that a few years later, I sold the same little sister that I had promised to always love and protect. This new me that only Kali seemed to be able to tap into was feeling nothing but contentment.
“Yay me,” she purred.
I looked around me and only just noted that her bed was tilted at an awkward angle, her headboard was cracked beyond repair, and her pillows were torn and thrown around the room, the cotton filling making a mess. What the fuck? When did that happen?
I looked down at Kali, who was stretched contentedly on me, her legs intertwined with mine, her hips snug and joined to mine, her belly and bountiful chest all plastered against me, but I could see the bruises on her arms, her shoulders. And even on her face. Her lips were swollen and slightly bruised as well. I had erroneously been thinking that I hadn’t hurt her.
Fuck, I clearly hadn’t been careful enough. I acted like a brainless brute and a neanderthal as usual.
I cleared the nonexistent clog in my throat because I was too damn terrified to ask her what I needed to.
“Kali…” I started hesitantly, “how do you feel? Are you hurt?”
She laughed softly. “I feel great. Can’t you tell?” Her bruised face and lips stretched into a dreamy smile before she placed her head back on my chest.
“Kali, you have bruises all over.” I could barely get the words out. I couldn’t believe that I had been so damn careless with her.
“Fast healing, remember?” she mumbled, not even bothering to raise her head from my chest. She snuggled against me like a contented kitten as if I deserved her trust.
I didn’t. I fucked up, and nothing could make this okay.
I placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face so that I could see her eyes. I needed to make sure that she was telling me the truth. I couldn’t believe that I was so far-gone in pleasure that I hadn’t even noticed hurting her.
She tried to put her head back on my chest, clearly exhausted from the sensual overload. “Baby, no. I need you to pay attention. You’re covered with bruises. There is no way that you’re okay.” I frowned as another thought occurred to me. “You don’t have any broken bones, do you?”
She frowned right back at me. “I am fine. No broken bones, I promise.” She snuggled back against my chest, sighing disgruntledly, seeming impatient with my questions.
I couldn’t take not knowing the extent of her injuries.
I reluctantly slid my cock from her snug walls and almost wept at the chilling loss. Ignoring my disappointment, I sprang from the bed with her held tight in my arms in one fluid motion. My intent was to bathe her in a warm bath to thoroughly check her body and to pamper her. To my great relief, by the time I arrived in the well-lit bathroom, all of her bruises had faded and her skin was as flawless as ever.
Kali slid to her feet in front of me, turned to the enormous wall mirror that reflected both of us under the harsh light. The sight of us, more specifically the stark contrast between her perfectly feminine physique and my sculptured body, was incredibly erotic.
She looked down at her arms and then looked at me with a smile. “See, I told you. I heal fast, and all that I’ve felt in your arms has been amazing pleasure.”
“Now I know you’re lying. You cried out in pain when I took you. I can feel what you feel, remember?”
“Then how come you have to ask all these idiotic questions?” She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, peering up at me with pure mischief. “Yes, there was pain, but it was the sweetest pain ever because I also felt your pleasure.” She reached down and palmed my dick, which was at half-mast. My overeager shaft instantly hardened to full arousal. “See, he agrees with me.”
I tried to ease my aching cock from her palm, but she refused to let him go. “He doesn’t get a vote,” I muttered, but I was more than relieved that I hadn’t hurt her as I feared. I was even more relieved to feel her desire being reawakened, which, in turn, stoked my own.
She ran her palm up and down my length, making me even harder. When she fell to her knees before me, I trembled with anticipation. And then her desire spiked even higher, flooding my senses. The combination of our mutual hunger had me pulsing hard with lust within seconds.
“I think I should warn you that I’ve never done this before.” She didn’t wait for my response as she leaned forward and took my hard round tip into her mouth, sucking and licking me like my cock was her favorite sweet candy. My dick hardened even more, as if that shit was possible, and leaked with excitement.
She hummed with enjoyment at my taste.
Her fingers and lips wrapped around my cock were exquisite torture. I could also feel her lust escalating at my taste, my scent, and the erotic glide of my cock in her mouth. I looked at our reflection in the mirror. And the sight almost had me releasing my load instantly.
She fucking owned me right then. With a determined force of will to savor every second of her amazingly talented mouth, I resisted the overwhelming urge to come.
I watched as she opened her lips wider and sucked more of my length into her mouth, with her fingers squeezing and massaging the remainder of my cock from her lips to my balls. She sucked, licked, and curled her tongue around my length with enthusiastic abandonment. Her head bobbed off and on my cock. Each time she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Fuck! I trembled at the searing intensity of pleasure short-circuiting my brain.
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked me even deeper, and then she gently caressed my balls.
An orgasm ripped through me. I slumped forward, catching my weight against the counter and helplessly watched as she swallowed every drop of my cum.
“How?” I managed to wheeze out.
Kali rose from her knees gracefully to her feet and pressed up against me as she licked her lips, unabashedly savoring every drop of my cum.
“I can feel what you feel, remember.” She shrugged as if her blowing my damn mind was no biggie. “I just went with what felt right to you.”
“ Cazzo ,” I growled. My heart stuttered hard and then thumped in my chest. Until now, I thought that organ was frozen. The fact that she could do this to me, a damn novice… I had so much respect for my brothers right now. How did they leave their mates alone? Making love with Kali was fucking addictive. She was my heroine and aphrodisiac all rolled in one.
As soon as I could support my own weight, I lifted her in my arms and entered the shower stall, adjusting the temperature of the water, and engaged the shower instead of the bath I had originally intended.
A bath would probably have been better, but I was too damn impatient for more of her to wait that long. After five years of abstinence, my appetite was voracious.
I took great pleasure in washing every inch of her myself. And when she tried to protest, I dismissed it with one simple word, “Mine.”
She grumbled but didn’t deny me.
Just the thought of her sweet honey on my tongue and her heat closing around my cock had me lifting her against the wall of the shower, taking her lips in a ravenous kiss, and burying my thick length, slowly, inch by aching inch, deep into her core, reveling in every inch of her heat encasing me.
For the rest of the night, I took her over and over, letting her take short naps, but waking her again to relive the euphoric pleasure I experienced in her arms. Every time I had her, I thought it was the most amazing pleasure I’d ever experienced, and then I would have her again, and it would surpass my every expectation.
I might not know what she is, but I’m pretty damn sure that no mere human woman could have accommodated me so effortlessly. As an immortal who doesn’t need sleep or get tired, there was nothing to restrain my insatiable need for her, other than Kali’s own mortal limitations, her need to sleep, her exhaustion, and her body needing time to recover after each bout of making love. By her tenth orgasm, she was comatose from an apparent overdose of pleasure.
I wasn’t doing much better either. I was suddenly ravenous for blood. It was a good thing that one of the Camorra’s biggest foes, an MC club, was having a huge meeting tonight.
An hour later, I was back in Kali’s bed and pulling her into my arms. I was satisfied in every way for the first time since I could remember.
Tonight, Kali had reawakened a part of me that has been dead my entire adult life. Long before Alexi, and long before I sold my sister, I killed, no, I executed hundreds of men. With each soul that I took, I lost bits and pieces of my own until I was dead inside. I had become a monster, and even my own sister, who I am sure loves me, would not dispute that fact. Becoming a vampire simply made my soulless state more permanent. Made me a soulless monster.
Kali, this mysterious, beautiful woman, has knocked me for six and has rekindled something in me, some light in my dark spaces, and some hope when I’ve always thought that there was none. It is too early to determine what this meant, but suddenly. I was no longer sleepwalking through my life. I was awake. I was alert. I might very possibly be alive.