Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

 

 

“You’ve been haunting my dreams,” Ashlynn blurted out, before slapping her hand over her mouth and blushing the most alluring shade of red Alaric had ever witnessed.

Striding into the elevator, unable to stop, needing to be near her more than he needed his next breath, Alaric closed the doors with the nod of his head, laid the palms of his hands against the cool, stainless-steel panel, he caged her in, staring deep into the warmth of her dazzling brown eyes.

Leaning his body towards her, only a single breath of air separating him from her, he whispered, “And what have you seen?”

Watching so intently he forgot to breathe as just the tip of her tongue wet her bottom lip, he heard her heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird and the rush of her blood through her veins as the elevator filled with the warm, succulent scent of poppies and buttercups. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. The time had come, he had found his haven from the Thirst, and it was Ashlynn. She would be his.

Laying his lips to hers, trying to go slow, praying he wasn’t scaring her, but needing her with every fiber of his being, Alaric gently nibbled and teased her tender flesh until he was sure he would go mad. Sliding his hands down the wall, his arms wrapping around her waist, he pulled her closer, groaning deep in his throat when her hands cupped his face, and she opened to him.

Deepening their kiss, feeling the chaotic miasma that his soul and mind had become unraveling, setting itself to rights, he could no longer hold back. His hands roamed her body, his fingers finding the soft, round globes of her ass, he lifted her feet from the floor, pushing her back against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Dominating her mouth, seeking ownership of her heart and soul, Alaric rolled his hips to hers, pushing his erection against the heat of her center. Moans of her sweet surrender filled their embrace as Ashlynn pushed her hips against his. He could feel her desire growing, blooming, exploding into a roaring fire, encompassing them both.

Her hands dove into his hair. The short flat tips of her nails dug into his scalp. The need to taste her, to drink from her vein overwhelmed him. Tearing his lips from hers, Alaric kissed across her jaw, teased her ear with his tongue and teeth, whispering sweet nothings as he made his way to the decadent temptation of her neck.

Lavishing her pounding pulse, his canines extending, he touched her mind, using the magic of his Druid heritage combined with that of the Dragons which he’d been given by his bond with Carrick he murmured, “May I taste you, my sweet? May I take your essence into my soul? Will you calm the beast that lives within me?”

“Yes, oh yes.” Her answer came almost immediately, adamantly and without fear, as she let her head fall to the side, granting him access to her vein.

 Sliding the tips of his fangs over her jugular, inhaling her delectable scent, his heart sped, beating in time with hers as he slowly, lovingly pierced her porcelain skin. As the first drop of Ashlynn’s life essence flowed over his lips onto his tongue, all his senses intensified. Lights flashed like fireworks in the sky behind his closed eyelids. The fiery heat of Ashlynn’s skin burned through the rough cotton of her scrubs, scorching his fingers. His cock thrust against the deep ridges of his zipper pushing to be buried deep within its mate.

Thrusting forward, her hips moving in sync with every sip he took from her neck, Ashlynn moaned his name, her voice echoing off the cold, steel of the elevator walls as her hands slid from his hair onto his shoulders, her nails scratching the leather of his jacket. Fearing he would take too much, Alaric withdrew his fangs, licking the tiny marks left by his fangs to stop the flow of blood.

Smiling against her skin as her hand returned to his head in an attempt to push his lips back to her throat, Ashlynn begged with her mewling whimpers for him to continue. Holding tight to her bum with one hand as his other slipped under her top, around the waist of her pants and into the front of her silk panties, he teased the wet curls covering her pussy. Pushing his hips tighter still against Ashlynn’s as she thrust upward, trying to force his fingers where she needed them most, Alaric leaned his head back, gazing at the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Slipping first one then another finger inside her pussy, his fangs ached with the need to once again be buried in her vein as Ashlynn wailed, “Yes…yes, oh, please Alaric, yes.”

Moving his digits in and out, over and over, driving her passion higher and higher, he pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit as he commanded, “Look at me, Ashlynn. Acknowledge the man whose heart and soul you own.”

Spearing him with a look of utter desire, riding his fingers to her climax, Ashlynn growled, “Yes, Alaric, yes.”

In that split-second of time, less than a heartbeat, the ancient vampire’s world was turned upside-down and inside-out. Her desire became his. He was lost to everything that they were together, in a world where only they existed, one he never wanted to leave.

Feeling her orgasm very near its peak, Alaric slid a third finger inside Ashlynn, bent the tips in a come-hither motion that teased the sensitive bundle of nerves deep within her that he knew would drive her to completion, and watched in awe as her eyes were forced shut, and she threw back her head in utter bliss. Ashlynn’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream, her pussy closed tight around his digits, sucking them in as far as they could go as over and over she came, her climax rocking her body to its very core.

Slowing his motions as her juices wet his fingers, flowing over his hand and wrist, Alaric laid butterfly kisses on her eyelids, cheeks, and chin as his Ashlynn floated back to earth. Waiting for her eyes to once again open, Alaric felt her body go limp. Letting go of her bottom and letting her feet slide to the floor, the ancient vampire’s heart nearly ceased to beat as he realized Ashlynn was unconscious.

Looking into her mind, listening intently to the beat of her heart and the sounds of her still ragged breathing, Alaric breathed a sigh of relief to find that she had only fainted. Smiling slyly, proud that he’d been able to give his Bloodmate such bliss, he lifted, Ashlynn into his arms and kissed her forehead, reveling in the electricity of their connection as it skittered across his already sparking nerve-endings. Exiting the elevator, not wanting to be seen with one of their most-valued doctors unconscious in his arms, the ancient vampire raced from the hospital using his preternatural speed, slowing only when he was hidden in the shadows of the alley leading to CRAVE and his home.

Climbing the iron fire escape he’d had installed for just such an occasion, Alaric climbed onto the balcony, opened the sliding glass doors with his mind and walked straight into his bedroom where he gently laid Ashlynn in the middle of his bed. Pulling a chair closer, he shed his jacket, took off his boots and sat down, needing to be near her, watch her, memorize her stunning features as she slept.

Leaning forward, Alaric reached for her hand as he laid his head on the cool, soft cotton of his stark white duvet. Letting his eyes close, more content than he could ever remember being, the ancient vampire sighed, “Finally, the sweet release of peace, the beauty of the woman who owns my heart and a future unfolding with its many wonders before us. I can only hope she wakes with the same sentiment upon her lovely lips.”