Part 18 (1/2)

Several hours later, Tatiana woke to find herself spread-eagled on her back. All four of her limbs were handcuffed to the bra.s.s bed railings. Her p.u.s.s.y felt cold, wet and tingly. Surprised, she lifted her head. Jace lay between her legs, lapping chilled blood wine from her c.u.n.t.

She sucked in a surprised breath. It had been over three hundred years since she had felt secure enough with a lover to sleep so soundly that she didn't immediately awaken when touched. Yet Jace had managed to leave the bed long enough to get the wine from the Jacuzzi, return, bind her and pour wine onto her body.

Jace's chilled lips nibbled at her c.l.i.t. ”Hmmm, delicious.” He lifted his head and smiled up at her. ”Have you ever had blood wine mixed with sweet p.u.s.s.y nectar?”

”Can't say I have,” she murmured.

”Try some.”

She s.h.i.+vered when he poured some more wine into her. He held her hips still and pressed his mouth on her. She thrust up her hips as she felt his tongue probing her p.u.s.s.y.

He rose from between her legs. Setting his hips between her thighs, he brought his mouth down on hers. Wine warmed by his mouth and mixed with her juices trickled over her lips.

His tongue, tasting of wine and p.u.s.s.y, invaded her mouth. She sucked on it, wiggling her hips.

He dragged his lips away from hers so he could look at her. ”You know what I want now?”

”Some p.u.s.s.y?” she asked, her voice low, her body pulsing at the thought of another f.u.c.k with this handsome, addictive hunter.

”I always want your p.u.s.s.y, but I want something different now.”

”What? And why did you slap these cuffs on me?”

”Because I don't want any s.h.i.+t from you when I tell you what I want.”

She arched a brow. She couldn't see not allowing him to do anything to her within reason, but- ”You know I can easily break these cuffs,” she pointed out.

”Go right ahead and I'll have to spank your beautiful brown a.s.s.”

”Oh yeah?” She wiggled her tongue at him. ”What if the idea of having my a.s.s spanked turns me on?”

”Oh, a fem who knows what a sweet a.s.s was made for. Now let me show you one of the things a d.i.c.k was made for.”

He rose and kneeled over her with his c.o.c.k dangling inches above her head. ”Does this give you a hint about what I want?”

His unique aroma drifted down to her. Her nostrils quivered and her p.u.s.s.y flooded with fresh moisture. She allowed the tip of her tongue to peek out from between her parted lips.

He settled his body over hers with his c.o.c.k coming to rest against her chin. ”Suck me, baby?”

Lifting her head, she brushed the tip of her tongue against the warm head of his c.o.c.k.

”Oh yeah, darlin'.” Easing forward, he rotated his hips, spreading the pre-c.u.m on his c.o.c.k against her lips.

He tasted wonderful. She circled the head with her tongue, savoring the taste and texture of his skin. Each c.o.c.k had a different flavor. She'd sucked many she could take or leave, a few she had enjoyed. This one, she loved. Eager to taste his seed, she greedily took half his c.o.c.k between her lips.

”Holy s.h.i.+t! Don't stop now, baby, take it all.” He shuddered, curling his fingers in her hair. He thrust his hips down. The rest of his c.o.c.k surged into her mouth and partway down her throat. ”Sweet Jesus, you're going to make me come too soon.”

Swirling her tongue around his length while compressing her mouth, she closed her eyes, sucking with a greedy enjoyment. She loved that she could feel his big, heavy b.a.l.l.s against her face. While eager to feel his c.u.m shooting down her throat, she wanted to prolong the pleasure of sucking his sweet d.i.c.k for as long as possible.

At the same time she wanted him to come really hard. She knew how to accomplish that. Compressing her cheeks to keep him buried in her mouth, she tugged at her wrists. The chains easily broke. She cupped her hands over his waist and lifted his hips until his d.i.c.k popped out of her mouth. She tilted her head back and brought his hips back down. His c.o.c.k plowed back into her mouth and she raised and lowered him as she f.u.c.ked his c.o.c.k in and out of her mouth.

His low groans heightened her pa.s.sions and signaled his increasing state of arousal. Longing to swallow his c.u.m, she released his waist and slid her hands over his body to his tight buns. She parted his cheeks. Sliding one hand down to her aroused c.u.n.t, she eased her fingers inside. She finger-f.u.c.ked herself in time with his c.o.c.k sliding between her lips.

When her fingers were wet, she pressed the index finger of her right hand against his a.s.s. He shuddered. Certain he would enjoy it, as he thrust his hips downward, sending his c.o.c.k back between her lips, she penetrated his tight hole with her finger, located his prostate and stroked it.

”Oh s.h.i.+t!” he shouted and roughly ground against her lips until his pubic hair scratched her lips, his c.u.m jetting into her mouth.

Eager for the ultimate in oral s.e.x for a fem, she allowed her incisors to descend and gently pierce the skin of his c.o.c.k. She s.h.i.+vered with l.u.s.t at the taste of his warm blood. Sweet Lord, there was nothing sweeter than the blood from a lover's c.o.c.k. Keeping her finger moving against his prostate, she swallowed every drop of his blood-drenched seed.

Using an expertise acquired over three hundred years with countless lovers, she kept him hard and coming as she ingested the wonderful mixture. Her climax, when it came, rushed over her with the force of a hurricane.

With her mouth full of d.i.c.k, she slumped back against the bed, almost dizzy from the powerful climax they'd shared.

Groaning, he withdrew his c.o.c.k from her lips and collapsed next to her. She turned and drew him into her arms. He buried his face against her neck. Although she sensed his weariness, she felt the tension in his body as he struggled to stay awake.

”What's wrong, Jace?”

”Nothing.”

”Then you'd better go to sleep or you won't be up for a repeat performance in the morning.”

”I'm not tired.”

”Of course you are.” Sitting up long enough to release her ankles, she held him close with one hand. She stroked her other hand down his body. She caressed him not to induce pa.s.sion but to lower his defenses. Slowly, his body relaxed against hers until his even breathing signaled he slept. She gently probed his mind, being careful not to invade his personal thoughts.

Sleep with no fear tonight, hunter. I will guard your dreams and vanquish any who would haunt you. Withdrawing from his thoughts, she cast her thoughts outward. Whoever you are, I warn you. Leave him alone or face the wrath of a fem you don't want to f.u.c.k with.

She felt a distant, malignant acknowledgment. I'm about to rock your world on two fronts, fem.

She eased Jason onto his side and slipped from the bed. Moving softly across the room, she stared out into the dark night. If you have a death wish, I will be more than happy to grant it, she promised. She glanced over her shoulder to the bed where Jason slept. Leave him alone or die.

Won't it be somewhat difficult to kill someone whose ident.i.ty you don't know?

Tatiana laughed softly. Oh, you have no idea what I'm capable of. If you threaten someone I have affection for, you die. It's that simple. Keep trying to haunt him and I can promise to kill you, nocturene.

I am not alone. I have powerful allies.

I don't care who your allies are. Continue with your quest to drag him into your dark pit and I' ll be obliged to kill your a.s.s. And don't make the mistake of thinking your seeming anonymity will save you, because it won't. I have means of protecting those I care for just as I have means of finding out who and what you are.

Tatiana sensed a hint of uncertainty pierce the distant nocturene's a.s.surance. That's right. f.u.c.k with me and you have every reason to be very afraid.

The nocturene quickly broke their connection.

Tatiana nodded and turned away from the window. Moving quietly, she left the master bedroom. In the laundry room, she moved the stacked washer and dryer aside, revealing a narrow, locked steel door. She opened the door and stepped into an unlit and unfurnished room the size of a small linen closet. In the center of the room stood a white, waist-high pedestal. A dark crystal, the size of a medium honeydew melon, rested in the center of the foot-wide Doric-style pedestal.

Tatiana moved forward, placing her hands on the sphere. In the center of the crystal, a dime-sized red circle appeared. It quickly filled the entire crystal. A warm glow radiated out from the sphere to her palms. As a tingle spread down to her fingertips, she closed her eyes.

An infusion of cold heat rushed through her body. She dropped her internal s.h.i.+elds, allowing easy access to her thoughts. A cerebral warmth she had not experienced in a very long time touched her mind.