Chapter 26
Christian released Tiffany from the V clinic hospital around four that afternoon. Mia planned a cake and punch reception at the Davenport home in honor of her release. Later he planned to take her to his own home, but this was family time and much needed for every member.
He sat his empty cake plate on the coffee table and tuned into Tiffany’s conversation with Chelsie.
“So, when do you start officially at the V clinic, Chels? I’m sure your help was a huge relief to Christian, Asa and Noah while they were tied up hunting for me and their patients.”
“We couldn’t have managed without her. Truly,” Christian said.
Chelsie shared a smile between him and Tiffany. “Thanks, Christian. I loved it. I have to say being there these last few days was a relief to me too. I was doing something positive and fruitful which took the edge off worrying myself sick about Tiffany. I did anyway. I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you sitting there.”
“No one more than me and Christian. I prayed constantly you’d be alright. Still I was a nervous wreck,” Mia told them, then dabbed her mouth with a paper napkin. She sat on a matching red velvet Victorian sofa across from him and Tiffany between Nathan and Chelsie. Dannie and Dominic sat in Victorian era armchairs to the right of Tiffany working on their own cake.
“It is good to have you home, TJ. You look great by the way.” Dannie said, smiling.
She did look good, Christian thought. He hadn’t told her and never would that she’d been at death’s door because of both the serum and the morphine. Giving her his blood had been the magic antidote against Charla’s serum. Her coloring was perfectly beautiful and her eyes were bright and sparkled again. Her blood work showed only trace amounts of the deadly substances in the serum. The same went for his three patients and the two girls they’d rescued. He’d admitted them to the V clinic hospital for treatment and some much-needed vampire blood provided by their life mates. Tiffany’s journey had been hell, but those poor girls had been in Charla’s clutches for weeks. He pitied them. They were now healthy physically, but their soul scars may take years to heal.
“Thanks Dannie and thanks to all of you for helping find me. It was a scary ride, but it’s over and I’m happy to be back and feeling like me again.” Nathan sat his empty paper plate on the coffee table. “Well, put me down as third on the worry list right behind Christian and Mia because I felt every hideous emotion Mia felt, then there were my own. I’ve grown quite fond of your sharp tongue and shady poker skills.”
“Hey, I play a fair and square game. I’m just better at bluffing than you.”
Nathan chuckled. “That you are.”
“So when will David be released from the hospital? Has anyone heard?” Tiffany asked.
Nathan nodded and gave her a bolstering smile. “Tomorrow morning. The bullet nicked his collarbone and caused some muscle damage to his left shoulder, but he’ll be fine in a few months.”
“I think I’m going to miss him. He did make a kick ass personal assistant.” She turned slightly to face Christian and twisted her lips into a pensive pout for a second. “I know everyone’s been trying to avoid this topic, but I want to know what’s going to happen to Charla, Katie and Terry. Where are they?”
Nathan and Christian shared an uncomfortable glance. Nathan answered. “They’re in custody awaiting trial.”
“What do you mean custody? The cops or private custody? And are you talking about some sort of vampire trial?”
Nathan seemed uncomfortable with explanations and Christian understood why. All three would be facing death sentences for their actions.
“Currently, they’re in far more comfortable conditions than you endured, I assure you.”
Tiffany snorted. “As far as I’m concerned you should handcuff Charla and Katie together, give them crackers and water and a five-gallon bucket to go in. They’re both hideous. Their brother Terry was more of a victim than an instigator. I know Christian told you the details and I hope you’ll go a little easier on him.”
Nathan nodded. “Justice will be served fairly, Tiffany and it’s not up to me. They’ll go before a vampire court with a judge and jury of their peers. Some will be humans who are part of our world, other vampires. They’ll get a proper trial but all will most likely be found guilty.”
“What kind of sentence are we talking?”
Christian shared another uncomfortable look with Nathan because vampire justice was far more stringent than the human court system.
Nathan shot straight though. “They’ll all probably be found guilty of murder and attempted murder which brings an automatic death sentence. One is a feral, Tiffany. You know our ways. Ferals can’t be allowed to live in our communities.”
She nodded. “Right now, as outraged as I am about what Charla and Katie did to me and those other people I say let the chips fall where they may, but not with Terry. He should be given a lesser charge. He did what he did for his sister. To save her from being a feral vampire the rest of her life. At least that’s what he thought he was doing. Initially, he believed Charla’s serum would save Katie, then when she started getting sick like everyone else, he stopped giving it to her and the others too. He’s a very angry person and he hates vampires, but he never meant for anyone to be killed. I know he kidnapped numerous innocent vampires, but he did it to help Katie.”
While Christian could appreciate Tiffany’s compassion, he could never dismiss the fact he’d abducted innocent females of their kind for his sister’s dangerous experimentations. “I know you feel sorry for him, Darlin’, but he still committed crimes. He has to be held accountable for them.”
Tiffany shook her head. “He did some bad things, no doubt, but he isn’t evil. I talked to him quite a bit. He felt bad, sick in fact for the things Charla forced him to do. That may not go over in a vampire court of law, but they can’t kill him. It’s not right. Granted he was an accomplice to Charla’s cause, but death is way too severe of a punishment.”
Christian didn’t know what to say to that. Didn’t appear Nathan did either judging from his frown of displeasure.
Mia did though. “I agree with T.J. I don’t think the man should face the same punishment as his sisters. But honey, he does have to be held accountable for the crimes he committed. Even though God forgives us for our sins, when we break man’s law we still have to pay the cost. I’m sure this Terry will be fine when all is said and done. It’s not something for you to be thinking on right now anyway. You were just released from the hospital. You need to be thinking about your health and future.”
Tiffany let out a ragged breath. “I suppose so. Just know I will testify in his behalf. He’s as rough around the edges as barbed wire, and I know he doesn’t seem it, but the man has a conscience. He went against Charla’s orders and dumped the serum down the drain that she’d trusted him to give to Katie and the others twice a day.”
“That is something redeeming about the man,” Mia said.
“Right. And he took the time to make me a sandwich when I was having a bad reaction to that serum of Charla’s. It helped. I mean, I don’t know. Am I wrong here for wanting to see him have second chance at life? It’s bad enough he’s going to have to do it without his sisters.”
“It sounds like he showed you much needed kindness in the midst of that harrowing ordeal,” Dannie remarked.
Tiffany nodded, but still wore a forlorn expression.
“I’m so glad you had an ally of sorts TJ,” Chelsie added.
“So am I which is why I can’t stand by and let him fry. Nathan, don’t tell me you can’t pull some strings with his judge because I know you too well.”
Nathan blew out a long breath. “If it means that much to you consider it done.”
She patted her chest and smiled. “Thank you. What kind of punishment do you think he’ll get Nathan if you can sway the judge our way?”
Dominic answered, “Most likely a very unpleasant work program. He’d be assigned an enforcer which in a nutshell is a vampire parole officer. They’ll develop a very tight relationship because he will go nowhere and do nothing not approved by his enforcer. Just like a prisoner on house arrest, he’ll wear an ankle bracelet which will track his whereabouts at all times.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Tiffany remarked.
Dominic arched a brow. “It isn’t unless he fails to abide by the rules of the court. Vampire offenders who run aren’t thrown back into a prison like human ones. We have no prisons. If he chooses to run he dies and there are no second chances.”
Christian heard her gulp and he reached over and took her hand. “He’ll be okay, Darlin’. You should take your mom’s advice, quit worrying and concentrate on yourself and your health.”
“I have the rest of my life to concentrate on me. Nathan, you just make sure he’s treated right while he’s awaiting trial. Don’t even think about protecting me from being a part of all three trials. I will be there.”
“You have every right to be.”
She nodded but her expression remained tense. “It’s hard to pretend none of this happened. It’s a giant relief Charla can do no more harm, but what about the fallout from everything that’s happened?” She stared at Christian. I can’t even imagine how the families of those six people Katie killed are dealing. Have you heard anything?”
Christian really didn’t want to delve into that hornets’ nest, but he understood Tiffany was trying to process everything that had happened, the same as himself and many others. “Noah has been handling the situation. Of course the families are devastated. Nathan, my partners and I decided to set up a trust fund for the family members of the victims.”
“That’s great. I’m glad to hear that. Has any of this been in the media?”
He glanced at Nathan, then Dominic because they’d been working with Noah to contain that disaster and he didn’t know the latest himself.
Nathan answered. “It’s been contained as much as possible. Thanks to the quick thinking of Christian’s partner, Dr. Langston, everyone including the police believe it was a murder/suicide by a jilted lover. Dr. Langston convinced police that Christian rented out his lodge to the six people for a vacation stay and one of the six had a jilted lover who snapped. As much as all of us felt the families had the right to know what really happened, we simply couldn’t allow anyone to know a feral vampire was responsible for their deaths.”
Tiffany huffed. “So, Noah enchanted the cops, and fed them that information, huh? I’m impressed.”
Mia said, “Christian, I’m so very sorry for your loss there. It must be devastating for you and the clinic.”
“Thank you and yes this whole thing is like picking apart remnants in the aftermath of a hurricane. Moral at the clinic is slowly improving. Obviously, we’re in desperate need of nurses. I can’t say things are good. I wish I could, but every life Charla and Katie impacted have suffered great losses. People will heal, but it’s going to take a good long time.”
Tiffany squeezed his hand and gave him a compassionate smile. “How are all your patients, Christian? How are they dealing with all of this?”
Her concern ran deep and it blessed him that she cared so deeply about others, strangers to her, but very much a part of his world. “Everyone has been discharged, that’s how well they’re doing physically. Right now, they’re very happy to have healthy pregnancies or babies and I believe those new little lives are going to do a great deal to help the moms and dads deal with all that’s happened. The V clinic has been fortunate. No one has blamed anything that’s happened on us and they easily could have.”
“It wasn’t anyone’s fault but Charla and Katie’s,” she argued.
He hunched a shoulder. “That’s true, but we hired Charla.”
Dominic said, “Hopefully this too shall pass for you, our family and all the families affected, but if not, I’m retained and here for you as a brother as well as an attorney.”
Tiffany flashed Dominic a smile as brilliant as his own. The man saw him as family. Christian knew the others did too. He’d always felt a part of the Davenport clan, but very soon he would be a literal member by marriage. Christian couldn’t wait.
A lull fell into the conversation and Christian took the opportunity to present a much-needed subject change, one that would hopefully delight Tiffany. “Guess what? I have a surprise for you tonight.”
“You do, huh? What’s that?”
“Dinner at my place.”
He could tell that made her happy. Him too. They needed some alone time. If he had his way, he’d have her full undivided attention for the entire weekend.
“That sounds perfect, Christian. No offense to anyone here, but there’s too many people and too little privacy. I could really use some peace and quiet.”
“You’ll get no argument from me and Dominic,” Dannie said, then winked.
“Me neither,” Chelsie added with a big grin.
“I’ll certainly miss not having you here, but it’s more important for you and Christian to relax and have some normalcy,” Mia said.
Christian glanced at Mia and she gave him a conspiratorial wink because she was catering the dinner tonight. With Mia’s culinary talents it would be fare perfect for a romantic evening.
Tiffany gave his rib a gentle jab with her elbow. Should I pack a bag?
He took hold of her hand and squeezed. I’m counting on it, Darlin’.
***
As soon as they entered Christian’s city cottage he dumped her suitcase on the floor and the ravaging began. He pulled her into his arms, but didn’t start with a kiss. He went right to what Tiffany knew he longed for most, a sampling of her blood. He scraped sharp fangs across her neck and she gasped as he made the small cut and began to suck. Sweet pain and lusty pleasure caused shivers and shocking pulsations deep in her core as he licked and drew on the wound he made. That craziness went on for a good long while. Like the first time they’d done this, their feelings meshed making the experience so intense, a two for one emotional special that left Tiffany breathless and weak.
Out of the blue, he stopped, stepped back and stood there observing her.
“What? Why’d you stop?”
He sighed and rubbed a spot in the middle of his forehead. “Because I’m getting a little ahead of myself and I want to take things slower. I want to know we’re on the same page every step of the way because a lot has happened since the first time we did this. Memories need erasing and although I plan at some point soon to erase every bad thought from your head, I think we need time to discover one another without troubles being underlying factors. And I think we need to eat. That cake didn’t fill me up.”
Tiffany smiled and stared at him, digesting those very sensible words. She’d been ready for fast, hot and heavy, but he made a good point. Their first time her fears of intimacy had blown apart the amazing experience. Slowly they’d built trust, then love, but V clinic issues wedged their way into every fiber of their lives. He was right. They really hadn’t had a moment to just breath and love each other.
“So, what did you have in mind first?”
“Dinner here in about thirty minutes. I took the liberty of having your mom sneak something fancy for you to wear into your suitcase because I have a very special meal planned which I think knowing your tastes you’ll enjoy.”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll take the suitcase and go put on whatever your mom packed. By the time your done, dinner should be ready. After that we’ll see from there. But whatever happens tonight will be easy and natural. I want our first time to be just right because it will seal us as one forever. You do understand that?”
His logic was unassailable as usual. “I understand, but I’m not afraid, Christian, if that’s what you’re getting at. I get what’s going to happen. If I had reservations I wouldn’t be here.”
“Good, then humor me. Okay?” He reached down and grabbed her suitcase extending it toward her.
Tiffany just wanted to please Christian. Obviously, he’d made some romantic plans which actually made her a little giddy. “Okay. I’ll go gussy up for you.” She took the bag and headed to his bathroom. Along the way, she noticed the place was immaculate. Either his cleaning woman got it together or he’d hired that team she’d suggested.
The marble top vanity was wide, long and free of skivvies, dirty towels and shaving debris. She laid her suitcase between two round sinks and opened it. On top was a bright indigo blue dress with little diamond studded straps that cut downward into a deep V shaped bodice. She lifted it out and held it up to her body, noticing the hemline was just short of scandalous. “Dang Mom.”
The thing was gorgeous, but something told her, her mother wasn’t the only closet conspirator. Dannie probably had a hand in this because a matching pair of satin pumps, silk and lace panties, diamond earrings and a necklace with a large teardrop sapphire were a part of the little trousseau. It all looked just like something Dannie would wear.
All at once it dawned on her. Her family had purchased and prepared all this for her and Christian’s wedding night.
“Oooh. Lord, am I ready for this?”
Tiffany hadn’t arranged her life with specific plans to be a physical virgin on her wedding night, but she would be if this night progressed as everyone assumed it should. The notion that her whole family knew what she and Christian were about to do was a bit too medieval for her liking, but Tiffany knew in her heart she was ready. Her family saw this as her wedding night because it was in the world of vampires. Excitement and fear spun through her system, entwined threads she knew to be completely natural under the circumstances, but a little daunting nonetheless.
Tiffany laid the dress across her suitcase then pulled her t-shirt over her head. She considered her reflection and smiled. Minus the slight dark circles under her eyes she looked damned good. However, by the time she finished, having all this fancy to work with and a little under eye concealer, Christian’s jaw was sure to hit the floor when he laid eyes on her.
***
Christian was nervous. He had dinner ready and waiting for them in his dining room; two plates under silver domes with medium rare Kobe filets, asparagus with almonds in a lemon caper cream sauce and tiny roasted new potatoes. There were also two salads made with micro greens and some sort of fancy dressing, Mia had tried to explain. Nathan’s offering was an expensive bottle of red wine from his personal cellar. It sat open breathing and Christian smelled delicious oak and blackberry notes. For dessert, a tray of chocolate covered strawberries and truffles awaited them on the living room coffee table.
He’d hadn’t gone too fancy for the occasion with his clothes. Just a suit jacket over his t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He left his hair loose because he knew Tiffany liked it that way. A while back he’d thought about cutting it short, but now he was glad he hadn’t because she loved playing with it, and he loved when she wrapped a section or two around her fingers to pull him in for a kiss.
Trouble was the entire meal grew cold because he was now certain Tiffany would never come out of that bathroom. It had been over an hour. He’d paced in front of his fireplace till the bottom of his cowboy boots were practically worn slick. He knew she was as nervous as he because he’d touched her mind several times. He couldn’t blame her. Tonight, was a first for him too. He was about to become life mated.
He was tempted to touch her mind and ask her if everything was alright, then he heard the door to the bathroom open and he turned to face the hallway.
The instant he saw her, his entire body flushed with heat. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, upper lip, neck and chest. His male part instantly rose to attention. He couldn’t help it. She was a vision, an angel. The most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Her hair was down. Silky auburn ringlets, dozens of them framed her face painted with just the right amount of makeup. Her eyes were shadowed in a blue color to match the sexy little dress that left way too much to his already vivid imagination.
She came toward him and he met her at the entrance to the living room. Without a word, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her rose painted lips that tasted of bubble gum. He made the kiss brief because he didn’t trust himself to not ravage her on the spot. Kisses were great but he wanted far more. He wanted to be buried to the hilt inside her while his fangs sank into her shoulder drawing on her sweet life essence, his venom and cum exploding into her body at the same moment. That would happen later. For now, he wanted to enjoy her company and well look at her because he’d never seen her so utterly feminine. He liked her tomboyish side, but he loved seeing her as the seductress she was at the moment.
“Dinner is served, Darlin’.”
She grinned. “I’m afraid to ask what we’re having if you cooked it.”
Christian could only shake his head. Leave it to Tiffany to ruin a romantic moment with a joke. “No, Darlin’. Your mom brought over dinner, while you were, uh, doing this.” He swept a hand across the front of her silky dress, stomach to hemline, stopping when his palm reached flesh he wanted to explore more than his next breath. “You’re beautiful, you know. An absolute vision. In fact, I’m tempted to forgo dinner and move on to the main course.”
She let out a dark, sexy laugh. “I like that idea a lot, but I’ve been raised to not waste food, clean my plate and all that.”
Christian smiled. He loved her wit. Life with Tiffany was going to be so much fun. He wasn’t naive though. She’d test him to his limits no doubt. She was a hard-headed piece of work used to getting everything her way. He’d have to exercise extreme patience because as Mia once said, she didn’t play well with others. Maybe due to her career, perhaps fear of intimacy, she’d lived a rather sequestered life socially, but that was all about to change. Once she became a full-time participant in his life she’d never be a loner again.
“Well, then let’s eat, Darlin.” He took her hand and led her to his dining room where they feasted, talked, laughed and reveled in each other’s company.
“You look especially nice tonight, Christian. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a suit jacket. What did you have in mind for dessert? And please don’t be cliché with your answer.”
He chuckled. “I don’t need to be cliché. You already know where tonight will lead, but that’s not written in stone, Tiffany. I think the most important aspect of tonight is being alone and discovering things about each other we never learned in all the years. We haven’t had much opportunity to court like a normal couple.”
Tiffany pushed her plate back and laid her linen napkin atop. “I’ll say. Hey. I have a fun idea how we can discover each other’s deep dark secrets.”
“Really? I’m almost afraid to ask what you have in mind.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
“It’ll be fun. I promise.” She picked up the wine bottle and filled both glasses. “Here’s how it works. It’s a game called Never Have I Ever. You say something like, oh, never have I ever rode a horse bare back if you’ve never done that. If I have then I have to take a drink of wine. If I haven’t then you do.”
Christian chuckled. “A drinking game. I like it already. Okay, ladies first. You start. What have you never ever done before.”
She tapped her chin and twisted her lips into a thoughtful pout. “Alright. Never have I ever taken a bath or shower with someone.”
“Oooh. I think I like the way this is going, but you got me there.” He took a sip of wine.
“Oh, well no hard feelings. This is a get to know one another game.”
He grinned. “I never said who it was with. When Asa and I were little boys around three or under and we were sleeping over our moms would bathe us together.”
Tiffany giggled. “That doesn’t count. Of course I took bathes with my sisters when we were tiny.”
“Alright. I guess we both drink on this one.” He took a healthy sip as did Tiffany, then he said, “Never have I ever been in love before you.”
“Ooh. Playing dirty already because you knew I never ever there.” She took a sip of wine. “Never have I ever been skinny dipping.”
“You’re just trying to get me drunk because you have to know that at some point in my long life, I would have had to try it just for the hell of it. I can tell you for a fact we will be doing that one of these fine summer nights soon. But fairs fair.” He drank. “Just to let you know we’re having chocolate berries and truffles for dessert. Want to take this game to the living room where I had them placed?”
“Yes. I love chocolate covered strawberries. Let’s go.” She grabbed her wine glass and the bottle then followed him to the couch facing a stone fireplace.”
Christian placed his wine glass on the coffee table, removed the dome from the plate of goodies then sat. Tiffany followed suit, but snagged a berry and took a bite.
“Yum. These are pure heaven. I’m going to give you a freebie on this next round because red wine goes so perfectly with chocolate. So never have I ever eaten any sort of food off of someone else’s body before.”
Christian had just taken a bite off of a berry himself and nearly choked.
Tiffany let loose a wicked little chuckle. “I said it was a freebie, Christian. You can drink if you want or not. No questions asked. I know you’re not a virgin. And I know you well enough to know you’re probably very creative in the bedroom because your kisses are the most creative I’ve ever experienced.”
“I believe in playing a game fair and square. I can’t drink. But you’re right I’m no virgin.”
Her brows raised and Tiffany, appearing a very pleased looser, drank. “Well, how about we remedy our collective never ever. What do you say?” She waved a strawberry in front of him. “I think we’re going to need more because there are too many places on your body I want to eat from.”
“Hell, yeah. I like this game.” Christian placed his half-eaten berry on her bare thigh, bent down and sucked it into his mouth, then lapped the melted part off her leg.
She sucked in a deep breath and said, “I like this game a lot too. There’s only one problem.”
“What’s that.”
“It’s my turn and I need some bare skin to work with.”
Oh this was getting fun. Christian shucked his coat and t shirt. “Can you work with this?”
Tiffany’s tongue darted out and licked her upper lip. Christian couldn’t wait for it to lick some very heated parts of his body.
“Lay back,” she commanded.
He obliged and a sex kitten smile tipped her lips. She ran a palm across his chest stopping just short of his belt buckle, then she placed her berry right in the center of his belly button. She sucked it into her mouth and Christian watched as she swirled it around then delicately reached two fingers between her lips and extracted the green stem and leaves. He’d been so eager he’d eaten his whole, but her way was far sexier.
“How was that?”
“Excellent. But I think we need to take the game up a notch. Wherever the person decides to put the chocolate treat, on the next round it has to be the same place or lower.”
To his shocked delight, she stood, grabbed the bottom edge of her dress, pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor.
Christian gasped. The only thing she had on beneath her dress was a pair of panties. Her breasts were gorgeous, small, taunt and golden bronze like the rest of her body. She was so pretty, goddess beautiful.
So caught up in just viewing her, he almost forgot it was his turn. “Lay down,” he said as he stood to make room on the couch.
She did so, raising her arms over her head, one leg bent on the couch, the other on the floor. Damn, but there was nothing sexier than a naked woman in high heels, Christian thought, knowing exactly where his next berry would be placed. This game was awesome.
He balanced the berry on her lace-covered mound and gobbled it up, anxious for later when he would taste it for real. It was her turn and he couldn’t wait to see where she had in mind on his body for this next round.
She didn’t disappoint.
“Alright my turn,” she said sitting up. “Take off your boots and pants.
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Now they were both naked save underwear. “Time for a rule change, I think. We have to guess where the other person wants the treat put. If we guess wrong we have to chase it with wine.”
She giggled. “I like that idea. But you’re gonna loose this round, because that gleam in your eyes is so obvious.”
“Shit. I can’t help myself.”
“Neither can I. Fuck this silly game. Just ravage me already.”
“Oh hell, yeah.” Christian swept her up into his arms and hurried to the bedroom. He placed her on top his black satin comforter then with gentle precision, extracted her sexy, lacy red panties. He left the shoes though. The thought of having sex with her in those four-inch blue high heels was a turn on of magnanimous proportions.
He lifted one of her legs and started with some slow gentle kisses from ankle to knee. Their gazes locked. He could tell by her heavy lids and ragged, little breathes his touch had a sizzling effect on her. He loved it.
He continued the kisses up her inner thigh, gaining soft, sexy little moans. When he reached the glistening black curls of her womanhood, he couldn't stop himself from tasting her. She gasped when his mouth touched her and her hips came off the bed when he flicked his tongue over and over across her swollen clit. She came so fast and furious with a serious of pants ending on a long, ragged moan. The quickness shocked him and the obvious fact of how ready she was for him and this night.
He cupped her mound, sinking a finger into her wet heat.
“God,” she cried out. “This is too much, Christian. I need you inside of me now.”
He couldn’t have agreed more.
Christian shucked his under ware, then covered her body with his. He started the love making with leisurely wet kisses that she returned with a fervor. He knew so much about Tiffany, except what she liked in bed. Deciding to take her at her word, he positioned himself and slowly entered her, inch by delicious inch. God, she was tight, but being inside her was pure ecstasy.
She must have thought so too because she began rocking her pelvis up and down, making him withdraw and push, driving him to the point he could barely contain his release. Over and over he repeated the action faster and faster until she exploded into a violent climax. The moment she peaked he bit into her shoulder, releasing his venom then sucked on the wound he’d made. The taste of her sweet blood sent him over the edge. Seconds later he found his own pleasure and filled her with his seed.
Their combined feelings and emotions exploded in his mind and body at the cusp of climax. The lightening hot physical element heightened the experience to such an insane level both blacked out for a spell. When Christian came to, they were laying on their backs side by side breathing hard like they’d just ran a two-minute mile.
Christian propped his head on his hand and looked over her. She was beautiful, wanton, her cheeks aglow with the aftereffects of their sublime, erotic exertions. He wanted to see her this way every night, every morning and when opportunity allowed lots of afternoons.
“Shoo. Sex takes it out of a person,” she muttered, then struggled onto her side to face him.
She wore a big grin and nothing else besides those sexy blue heels. Christian was enchanted.
“It does and especially the first time for our kind because we not only made love, we created an everlasting bond when I bit you. You understand why right?”
She nodded. “Mom had to explain the marking thing to me. Talk about embarrassing.”
He chuckled. “Well hopefully the experience itself wasn’t.”
“Of course not. It was wonderful.”
“But I sensed no pain. Right? My bite, our lovemaking did it…did any of it hurt you?”
“No. No way. It was awesome.”
Christian breathed a sigh of relief because he’d bitten her fairly hard. His control had been toast in the storm of that violent orgasm.
“So, what’s next?” She grinned big.
So, did he because he loved her eagerness. “Whatever you want. More chocolate and wine, me. Or all of the above.”
“Choices. I like that. I think I’ll choose you. Lay back.”
He obeyed, anxious to see what she had in mind. She straddled his waist and licked her lips, her gaze honed on his neck, her irises dilated nearly black with blood lust. Her tongue swept her lower lip again and he knew she wanted to taste him, yet there was hesitancy in her expression. He understood. What she needed was guidance.
“It’s okay. I want you to taste me. Trust me when I tell you it’s one of the most erotic things you’ll ever experience in your life.”
“But I don’t know what I’m doing here, Christian.”
“That’s okay. Let me walk you through it. First release your fangs.”
She clamped a hand over her mouth and mumbled, “They’re released already and my upper jaw is throbbing. I really do want you that way. I just can’t believe I do. It feels, I don’t know—weird.” She crawled off of him, slipped her shoes off and threw them on the floor. Then she drew her legs up against her chest, arms wrapped around her knees.
They were fully connected now heart and soul and he felt her embarrassment entwined with these new desires which seemed to her so very unnatural. Christian sat up and drew her into his arms. “There is nothing strange about desiring to taste the life force of your mate. It’s a driving need that never goes away when you’ve claimed a life mate.”
“I get that, and it doesn’t seem weird or gross when you do it to me, but as much as you’re right about it being a driving need, it’s unexplored territory and I don’t want to hurt you, Christian.”
He chuckled. “You won’t. You can’t. It’s not within you to hurt me. But I understand your fears. Here. Let me show you how it’s done.” He took her arm and turned it exposing her wrist, then started sucking on the spot where her pulse throbbed. Gently, he licked, sucked, then scraped his fangs against her velvety soft skin, repeated the actions until her breathing had hiked and her need for him to taste her reached peak. Very gently he pierced her skin with his fangs, then begin to suckle her sweet essence. She moaned her approval and Christian got lost in the moment, in the desire that drove him to show her just how wildly sensual the act could be.
Christian could feel her getting as swept away as he. He stopped for a second and pulled her across his lap, then lifted her by the hips and positioned her wet womanhood on the tip of his engorged cock. Slowly he lowered her onto himself until he was buried to the hilt. She gasped and stared into his eyes with both surprise and delight.
“Now, your turn,” he told her, then used his fangs to pierce the skin covering his own pulse point. He began to bleed; a trickle ran down his wrist halfway to his elbow. From there he no longer had to guide her. She made a growling noise deep in her throat, grabbed his arm, lapped up the trail of blood then began sucking directly from the small wound he’d made.
This was a virginal experience for him too. Never had a woman consumed his life force and it was singularly the most erotic experience of his life. With his free hand, he grasped her right butt cheek and lifted her slightly. She got the message instantly and began to ride him while still nursing his wrist. Like a greedy little cat, she growled and drank, while she rode him fast and furious with wild abandon. Desire began to build in him like a perfect storm over which he had no control. He was about to peak and he could feel her own release seconds away because their individual pleasures became one and swept through him like a tidal wave, cresting higher and more powerful each time she lifted her body and slammed her feminine sheath on his engorged cock. An instant later they peaked together and cried out their pleasure. The experience truly was like a raging force of nature, sweeping them both away to a pure place of supernatural ecstasy, too much for any mortal body to bear, even a vampire. They both collapsed on their sides.
When Christian regained lucid thinking, he realized that once again they had both passed out from the intensity of what had just happened. And no wonder. Sex was one of life’s most intense and wonderful experiences but when effects were multiplied times two it took the participants to a place out of the realm of reality. Simply put, life mate sex was mind blowing.
He turned on his side to face her. She laid on her back, arms over her head, breathing just as hard as he. “Are you okay, Darlin’?”
She grunted then batted her eyes a couple times. “I think I may have died there for a few seconds. I could have sworn I heard angels singing.”
He chuckled. “That was probably just the neighbors turning up their stereo systems or TV’s. I warned you that the first time I made you mine, it wouldn’t be a good idea for people to be around for miles.”
“Ha! I remember. You promised to make me scream and you didn’t welsh. Damn. I can’t move, Christian. You really are a pro at this.”
“I don’t know about that, but I think with a little more practice we’ll both be solidly proficient in making the other pass out. And maybe we’ll both hear angels singing too.”
She yawned. “Or gasping from shock.”
He laughed.
Being completely one with her, he felt her exhaustion. But it was a good exhaustion, which he now reveled in too. He gave her a mental push of peace and scooted across the bed bringing her flush against him until their bodies were chest to chest, thigh to thigh. His male part began to grow again and press against her belly. He meshed his mouth to hers. This time there was no hurry. The kisses were slow, lazy and soft. His fingers explored her body, curious and gentle. He delved into her soul with his mind and knew her shivers were a result of the pure luxury of touch and her love for him.
She pulled back and blinked at him. Tears glistened in her eyes. “I love you, Christian, more than I ever imagined possible to love another person. I wished I’d realized sooner that I’ve been in love with you most of my adult life. I was too chicken to admit it even to myself.”
He took his thumb and brushed a tear off her cheek. “Truth be told I guess I was chicken too. I’ve wanted to explore the attraction I’ve had for you all these years a million times, but I never thought you’d return my feelings.”
She huffed. “Really? That’s a shocker because I always started drooling when you walked into a room.”
He chuckled. “Well, you hid it well, Darlin. None of that matters now. We have each other today, tomorrow and forever.” He leaned forward and kissed her, then proceeded to show her just how much he adored her in that moment and long into the night.