Part 5 (1/2)

Declan hooked her knees over his elbows, and forced her weight back. Tori fell back, catching her weight on her palms while he spread the lips of her p.u.s.s.y and slowly slid in, working the thick, hard length of his c.o.c.k inside her swollen, wet tissues. She watched- watched as the flared head speared her entrance, cleaving through her sheath until he was lodged in, the head of his c.o.c.k nudging against her womb. He pulled out until just the head rested inside her before he drove it back into her.

She could hear herself whimpering, panting, as she watched him slide his flesh inside her. The thick column of flesh was ruddy, gleaming with her cream, smooth and perfectly formed. He surged back inside and Tori sobbed as she watched him, her belly and womb going into spasms at the erotic sight.

Listened while he whispered about the scent her body gave off while he was inside her, and she felt the tension already coiling. He continued to whisper and croon to her as he buried himself to the hilt-the head of his p.e.n.i.s, lodged against the mouth of her womb. ”I've wondered, darlin', how it would feel t'be inside of your sweet body. No fantasy comes close, you're so tight, and hot, and wet,” he crooned as he trailed one hand down the back of her thigh, lifting her hips just a little more and forcing her torso further back.

She flinched when she felt his thumb probing her a.s.s.

And she flushed, remembering how f.u.c.king good it had felt when he had slid it just a little inside her earlier.

”I know you like that,” he whispered. ”Your heart rate just kicked up, and your scent changed even more. It keeps getting stronger the hotter you get. Like this.”

And he buried his thumb inside, the lubrication that had slid from her v.a.g.i.n.a downward easing his way past the tight ring of muscle. Shocked, surprised at the abrupt second penetration, she cried out. A lightning bolt seemed to streak from her a.s.s, to her c.l.i.t, to her womb and she bore down, and came around him in the span of seconds, and then started moving and whimpering and pleading for more.

He s.h.i.+fted, pulled and they traded positions, her kneeling astride him, facing away, her a.s.s open and exposed while he set her to rocking on his c.o.c.k. He then gathered more of her cream and slid his index finger inside her a.n.u.s. She heard him curse roughly and mutter, ”So f.u.c.king tight. Like silk.”

But she couldn't concentrate. She rode him hard, forcing all her weight down on his c.o.c.k with all her strength, until they were f.u.c.king each other with bruising force and she gloried in it. A second climax tore through her and he grunted, sliding a second finger inside her clinging a.s.s while gripping her hip with his other hand, grinding his c.o.c.k inside her every time she slid down.

He cried out and bucked beneath her, lifting both their bodies from the cool tile floor and clenched his hand on her hip when she reached down to cup his b.a.l.l.s. Tori rolled the warm, furry sac in her hand, before trailing her fingers down and stroking the bare, sensitive patch of skin just below his b.a.l.l.s.

His hands slid up her torso, closing over her waist, holding her still, and he pushed up into her as she stroked his sac again. Tori heard him moan and felt his c.o.c.k jerk inside her, and she squeezed gently. He moved under her like lightning, s.h.i.+fting her onto her knees, him gripping her hips and pummeling into her, panting and swearing hoa.r.s.ely, the rounded head of his c.o.c.k pa.s.sing over the bed of nerves buried by the mouth of her womb.

He started to come, filling her with hot wet spurts of s.e.m.e.n, and she went into spasms around his c.o.c.k seconds later, drawing his climax out until they both thought it would kill them.

Moments later, he collapsed against her back and eased to the floor, rolling them to their sides. Declan whispered into her hair, ”When you come, with me inside you, your body gives off another scent and it marks you-marks me. We belong together, Tori. And I'm keeping you.”

She had every intention of keeping him as well.

He had ushered her into bed, drawing the curtains and cutting off the light that seemed unbearably harsh so close to mid morning. For a while, he would sleep next to her, he had promised. So she drifted into a sleep deeper than any she had ever known, her belly, head and heart full.

And the hunger inside was briefly sated.

She could feed off the energy from s.e.x as well.

Not for long. It wouldn't hold her the way a kill would.

Or even a good steady feeding. But it had sated the monster inside her. Declan could scent it on her skin as she slid into slumber-the scent of deep, complete satisfaction-and he could see it in the small replete smile on her lovely face.

Declan took some comfort in knowing there was yet another way to help hold the hunger at bay. Vampires were psychic creatures, and some could feed from emotion almost as if it were blood. All vamps required some blood to be at optimum and Declan was sure Tori would as well, no matter how different she was proving to be.

She was tolerating the sunlight, food, taking s.e.x without taking blood, and being sated with it.

Different than other vampires. Aye, she was different.

He had been friends with Elijah Crawford for years, and had met a number of vamps through Elijah who were just trying to live as peacefully as one who l.u.s.ted for blood could. d.a.m.nation knows he had f.u.c.ked a number of the ladies. It wasn't an easy thing to admit, but he liked lovers who were other than human. Declan liked knowing that his strength and hunger for s.e.x wouldn't hurt his partner.

And of those women, not one of them had ever been able to come without taking blood.

That was one of the things he loved about a human lover. Though he had to be a little more careful, they had simple basic hungers. s.e.x. Well, the commitment word, but a smart man knew to avoid those women unless he was serious.

Human lovers only wanted s.e.x, a night of lovemaking, some companions.h.i.+p. Another s.h.i.+fter-especially another wolf-tended to start leading him down the path of packdom. And vampires always wanted to feed.

A guy only had so much blood.

Tori still seemed a little human, though. She had been able to come without the taste of blood, had been able to shake off the bloodl.u.s.t easier than a newly turned vamp could have managed.

It wasn't a big thing, not really. h.e.l.l, Declan didn't mind spilling a little blood if the woman he was with was worth it. There was very little that could compare to a vampire lover, outside of another like himself.

And he was solitary. Few of the other wolves he knew would dare risk their leader's wrath by sharing his bed.

It had been nearly four years since he had been with another s.h.i.+fter and that had been only one night, a were from the pack in Chicago. A true were-one who couldn't fight the call of the moon.

Alana had been one of the Alpha females, in a pack where the Alpha females outnumbered the Alpha males. The pack leader was a little nervous about letting too many strong men into his pack, fearful of any challenges that might come.

He had known and trusted-to an extent-Declan for some time, and knew he wouldn't make a challenge. So Declan hadn't been the least bit concerned when Alana had leaped through his window in her silvery wolfen form, joining him in bed.

Not concerned until Alana had started whispering what an extraordinary Alpha pair they would make. It would be easy to dispatch the pack leader. Or they could find another territory.

Everybody feared an Inherent. They could rule as they chose, live as they chose, where they chose.

Declan hated pack politics.

Hated the were and s.h.i.+fters who thought they could live by their own rules, hunt whom they chose, and never pay the price. There were far too many monsters among the s.h.i.+fters, both the were and the Inherent- those born with the ability to change at will, to go months or weeks without s.h.i.+fting.

Hated the stupid, primitive rules some Alphas expected their packs to live by.

Hated how the stronger wolves had treated those weaker than themselves.

He had his reasons for not running with a pack.

Reasons he had walked away from his own.

He made a call and spoke with Cy. Requested-and after much bullying- was granted some personal time. It had taken bribing his boss with his season tickets to the last of the upcoming basketball games. March madness was very effective, when it came to getting the week he had requested.

Seeing as how the Cards were winning, Cy had just about started crying when Declan offered that bribe.

He wasn't leaving Tori, until this was good and solved.

It was far too early for Eli to be awake.

And he couldn't leave.

Not with the feral still out there. If he decided to start looking for his new offspring, Declan had to be here when the sun set.

She woke way before sunset, climbing from bed and yawning, rubbing the side of her neck, feeling smooth flesh where there had been scarred tissue only hours earlier.

”Awake already?”

She had known he was there. G.o.d, she woke smelling his flesh-that sweet male scent-and the spice of his blood that flowed beneath his smooth skin.

Slowly, she turned and met his eyes. ”Looks like. I feel...good. Well, as good as you can expect for somebody who has been dead for a few days,” she said, rubbing her arms.