Chapter Twelve

 

 

 

 

 

Not wanting to wake from the best dream she’d ever had, Ashlynn squeezed her eyes shut and rolled to her other side, ignoring the enticing scent of coffee and cinnamon rolls as she pulled the incredibly soft blanket over her head. Floating in and out of slumber, she smiled as his voice, the rumbling, rolling lilt that had seduced not only her body, but her mind and soul, filled the room as if he were not only a figment of her incredibly active imagination, but a real living, breathing man whom with she could live out every one of her naughty little fantasies.

Flashes of his face, his eyes, his gorgeously muscled body flashed in her mind, warming her body, making her long to have his lips, his hands, his fangs on her body once again.

Whoa! Fangs? Leslie was right, I do need to get out more. But, maybe…

Pondering making love to a vampire, wondering what it would feel like to actually have him drinking from her, Ash rolled onto her back, pushed her long curls off her face and slowly opened her eyes. Gazing at the stark white ceiling above her, she shoved the duvet down to her waist and finished her uncovering ritual by kicking with her feet until the blanket was in a pile at the foot of the bed.

Turning her head to the left to see what time it was, the reality of her situation came racing at her like a runaway train. That was not her nightstand or her clock. She was not in her bed…or her room…or her own clothes.

Jumping out of the bed, looking for an exit, she once again heard the very male, very sexy voice making her whisper, “Son of a bitch, he’s real.” Taking two steps towards the bathroom, deciding she would see if any of the hundreds of stupid movies she’d watched on lifetime were right and she could escape through the window in there, Ashlynn stopped dead in her tracks.

Slapping her hand to her neck, she felt two wounds, no larger than the head of a pin right over her jugular. Racing to the bathroom, needing to find a mirror and fast, she spun to her right, leaned as far over the vanity as she could and stared at the tiny, red marks.

“It was real?” The words slipped out as she forced herself to breathe. “I had sex in an elevator with a virtual stranger?” Looking at her reflection, wondering if her eyes could get any bigger or her mouth could open any wider, Ashlynn nearly jumped out of her skin, complete with a shriek and her hand slapping over her chest, when Alaric simply appeared out of thin air and propped his hip against the doorframe.

“Good morning, sweet Ashlynn. How did you sleep?”

Gawking at literally the sexiest man alive, at least in her opinion, Ash worked hard not to faint or throw up or both. Her mind was racing, searching for what had truly happened and what was a dream when her eyes landed on the perfectly sculpted muscles of Alaric’s chest and torso.

Her fingers tingled as her body warmed, and her mind screamed, “It was all real, you idiot!”

Still mute and apparently losing whatever of her mind that was left, her gaze continued its perusal of his physique while she tried to come up with a logical explanation for her undeniable need to rush into his arms and bare not only her neck but her body to the man, check…make that Vampire, before her.

“It is quite simple, you see,” his Scottish brogue was music to her ears and only added to her desire to strip off his jeans and see what other pleasures laid beneath the distressed denim. “And something that until not even a day ago, I thought was only a myth…a fairy tale told to those of us made Vampire.”

As his words sunk into her confused, lust-addled, freaking-out brain, Ashlynn’s mouth opened before said brain engaged and she shrieked, “You kissed me in an elevator!”

“Aye, I did,” he winked, the corner of his full pink lips curling up in a sexy smirk. “And so much more.”

He stepped forward.

She stepped backward.

He turned his head to the side, his eyes narrow as if he was about to ask a question.

She beat him to the punch, still thinking before she thought. “You drank my blood. You kissed me.”

“You said that already, my sweet,” Alaric interjected.

“You…you…your… f-f-fin…” Ash ignored what he said, rushing on, pointed at his hands, vividly remembering how those nimble fingers had made her body sing and trying to hide both her excitement and desire.

Lifting his hand and wiggling his fingers, Alaric once again interrupted. “My fingers? Oh yes, they did…”

“Stop right there.” Ashlynn pointed at him, grabbing hold of her embarrassment and turning it into outrage. She took a step forward. “What is this?” She motioned back-and-forth between them. “Why did you do that? Why? Did you accost me in the elevator?” She took another step forward, trying to be intimidating, but actually being drawn to the damn man like a moth to a flame.

Yeah, and those stupid suckers get zapped and die…

   “Why did it feel so right? Why didn’t I fight you off? Why in all that is holy did I let you bite me?” She took the final step forward, staring right into his eyes. Her heart was racing. She was short of breath. Tiny beads of sweat were sliding down her spine. Her words were coming so fast she sounded like an auctioneer. As she poked Alaric right in his bare chest to punctuate every word. “Who are you, really? Did you screw with my mind? I’ve heard Vampires can do that, but I never believed it. Did you put a spell on me? Are spells even real? What am I doing here? Where are my clothes? Am I your servant or your blood slave or whatever the hell you call them?” Snapping the fingers on her free hand as she poked him even harder in the chest, Ashlynn exclaimed, “Renfield! That’s it. That’s the name. Am I gonna be your Renfield?’

Slapping the palm of her hand over his heart, she gasped at the icy hot sparks that danced up her arms as goose bumps rose all over her body. “Will you talk? Will you answer at least one of my questions? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you make it a habit of kissing women, making their fantasies come true and then locking them away in your…your… yo…

Ashlynn’s words instantly evaporated as Alaric slammed his lips to her. Pulling her to him, his arms wrapped around her waist, the blazing heat of his body threatening her very fantasy, Ashlynn was helpless but to do as he bid. Opening completely, she moaned low in her throat as his hands roamed her body, leaving a fiery trail in their wake.

Arousal thickened in her blood, growing by leaps and bounds with each swipe of his tongue alongside hers. She whimpered at his bold moves as he delved farther into her, their bodies, hearts, and souls in perfect union. Fanning the flames of her desire with his drugging moves, it was as if he read her mind, knowing what she wanted…what she needed, even before she did.

Her panties were soaked as he rocked his hips between her legs, the hard length of his erection teasing her clit making it throb with the need to come. Raking her nails down his back, Ashlynn pulled him closer, holding onto his shoulders as he gripped her ass and lifted her off the floor.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer still as his lips left hers and kissed along her jaw, Ashlynn leaned her head to the side as she whispered, “It is yours for the taking.”

Throwing back his head, Alaric roared, the declaration of raw passion and absolute possession making the need for Ashlynn to feel him buried nearly unbearable. She wanted all of him, his cock, his fangs, his heart and his soul. Gone were the questions, the doubts, the uncertainty, nothing had ever felt so right, so wonderful.

Turning quickly and making it to the bed before Ash had barely realized they’d moved, she grumbled her discontent and tried to pull Alaric down with her as he gently laid her on the bed. Grinning with mischief, he gave her a sexy growl, “Put your hands over your head and stay right where you are.”

Trembling with excitement, she followed his orders, watching closely as he dropped to his knees, and slowly began kissing across her ankle and up the inside of her leg. Gripping the duvet tighter the closer to her center he climbed, Ash tried with all her might to lay still and not close her legs as her arousal soared, the proof wetting the inside of her thighs.

Licking the wetness from her legs, Alaric groaned low in his throat, whispering, “Aye, ye taste like heav’n.”

Throwing back her head, wailing his name, her eyes rolling back in her head as he teased her throbbing clit through the damp silk of her panties, Ashlynn’s back bowed off the bed, when he fingers slipped inside, through her wet curls, thrusting deeply into her pussy. Lifting her hips, willing him farther inside, her orgasm speeding to its triumphant completion, her mind and body blew apart as Alaric touched her g-spot with the tips of his fingers, squeezed her clit under his thumb and sank his fangs into the pulsing vein at the very top inside her thigh.

Over and over she came, her orgasms in perfect time with every long, thorough draw he took of her blood. Gasping for air, never wanting to leave the perfect moment in time Alaric had created for her, Ashlynn’s body shuddered as he pulled his fangs from her flesh and licked the insignificant marks she knew were there.

Climbing onto the bed, with the grace and swagger of a jungle cat and gloriously naked, the tip of his cock sliding across the soaking crotch of her panties, Ashlynn’s hips rose to meet his as Alaric chuckled, “In due time, my sweet. Somethin’ this perfect must be savored.”

No sooner had he spoken the words than he reached between them, rip the flimsy silk from her body and threw it over his shoulder. “But then again, savoring is overrated.”

“Oh yes, it is.” Shouting her last word as the tip of Alaric’s erection pushed through her curls and into her throbbing pussy, Ashlynn’s hands flew to his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles crossed and she forced him into her body as far as he could go.

Holding perfectly still, staring into the eyes of the man she was already falling in love with, she refused to think, forcing herself to only feel as her body adjusted to his size. Ever so slightly rolling her hips, teasing Alaric as he’d teased her, Ashlynn knew the exact second she’d pushed her Vampire too far as his ash-blue eyes turned a deep gunmetal gray and the tips of his fangs bit into his bottom lip.

Pulling out of her so far that she tightened her legs around his waist to keep him from completely retreating, Alaric smiled a devilish smile as he plunged back into her, immediately pulling out then repeating the action, creating a perfect rhythm Ash fought to match. Awash with so many sensations, so many emotions, so very much of absolutely everything, everything Ashlynn felt as if she was being reborn, seeing the world for the first time through the eyes of the man who was capturing her heart with his every move.

Feeling another earth-shattering orgasm thundering through her body, she thrust her fingers into his long dark hair, fisted the silken tresses and dragged his lips to her neck. “Bite me, Alaric. Love me. I am yours.”

Goosebumps rose on her flesh as he taunted the overly sensitive skin of her neck with his fangs. She heard his whispered promise of, “As I am yours,” just as the sharp points of his canines pierced her vein.

Wringing climax after climax from her until Ash ran the blunt tips of her nails down his back, her pussy gripping his throbbing cock as her hips pounded against his and her heels dug into the hard muscles of his ass. The pull of his fangs from her flesh made her pussy grip his cock with a renewed vigor pushing Alaric over the edge as he threw back his head, diving deeper still into her. Roaring her name so loudly she was sure the windows rattled, Alaric emptied himself into her over and over bringing yet another orgasm from her.

Letting his head drop forward, Alaric captured Ashlynn’s eyes with a powerful look of possession and passion as he took her lips in a slow, sensual kiss that touched not only her heart but her very soul. Sliding his arms under her, he slipped his cock from her as he rolled them over on their sides, facing one another with their heads on the pillows at the head of the bed.

Looking into one another eyes, Ashlynn was just about to ask about the magnificent dragon tattoo whose head was over Alaric’s heart while the rest of his body covered the left side of the Vampire’s body when he lifted his head, sniffed the air and bellowed, “Fire!”