Chapter Seven
Zane pivoted, his body still tense with rage. How dare someone lay hands on her! He eyed the crowd and his lip curled back in a snarl. “Anyone else want to touch what is mine?” he demanded, unable to stem his irrational anger.
No one answered, although a few shook their heads and retreated further.
The crowd parted and Felicia stepped into view. “I believe you’ve made your point,”
she said dryly. Turning to the guard who’d followed her she said, “Felix, clean up this mess.” She turned back to them and shook her head at Zane as if he were a naughty child.
“If you’re done killing my guests, I shall see you and your woman on the morrow.”
Her words started up the buzz of conversation again, although the space around Zane and Ella remained clear. No longer able to delay the inevitable, he turned to face Ella, waiting to see the horror etched on her face as she realized, finally, she had put her faith and trust in a monster.
He groaned when he saw her, her reaction even worse than expected. Her eyes shone brightly, but not with tears. She appeared happy. Smiling, she walked up to him and on tiptoe, kissed him, a chaste kiss that nevertheless made him hard. “Thank you,” she murmured.
Shaking his head at his own jealousy and her even odder acceptance of it, he took them back out into the night before he started killing the crowd for even looking at Ella.
My moonbeam.
Once seated in the car, he turned to her before starting the engine, a crease on his brow. “Why are you not horrified by what I did?” It made so sense. Humans, especially women, cringed in the face of violent death.
“Because you care.” She leaned forward and again gave him another butterfly kiss that made him want to take her in the car, bucket seats be damned.
“But I killed him?” he said still baffled.
Ella shrugged. “Are you going to tell me that thing was a boy scout? That if you hadn’t been around he wouldn’t have tried to hurt me?” When he just looked at her in disbelief, she smiled. “I’m not like other girls Zane. My years in the hospital taught me that in order to not get stepped on, I had to be the baddest of the bunch. Or in my case, the craziest. If people fear you then no one is stupid enough to mess with you. That means doing things that aren’t always nice. My voices used to set the stage by levitating and throwing stuff. Their shenanigans are how I remained a virgin and virtually untouched unlike a lot of the other patients. Is killing a little extreme, in my world maybe, but I’d say in your world nothing short of death will gain you the respect you need to stay alive.”
Innocent, naïve, but at the same time, wiser than many. What a contradiction she could be. Another one of her many charms, and yet one more reason why he wanted her with a passion that should have frightened him.
Aroused, still somewhat enraged at the temerity of the demon, he decided he needed to calm down before he took her home and unleashed his passion on her. Seeing a Dairy Queen with the lights still on, he pulled in.
“Why are we stopping?” she asked.
“Ever had a sundae?” he asked, holding the restaurant door open for her so she could precede him.
“Isn’t that something with ice cream?” she asked craning to look around with interest.
Her words touched a sad chord in him. Even vampires who had no need of human food knew the taste of a sundae. Deprived of so many things, Zane intended to introduce Ella to the pleasures she’d missed out on starting with a decadent treat.
Zane ordered for her—a true banana split with caramel and cherries to top it. They sat facing each other at the back of the restaurant in the hard plastic booth seats.
Ella looked at the sugary concoction warily, but after the first spoonful, she closed her eyes and groaned. “Oh my,” she said when she finally opened her eyes. “That is heavenly.”
Judging by her moans and smiles, she found the icy treat pleasurable, but Zane watching her obvious enjoyment thought she was the true pleasure. When she licked the spoon, her pink tongue darting out to suck the melting cream, he grew rock hard.
“Let me taste,” he growled.
Chagrined, she showed him the empty bowl. “I’m sorry. I ate it all.”
“That’s okay, that’s not where I want to taste it.” He leaned across the table and cupping her head to draw her forward, claimed her mouth.
She gasped when he licked her lips, the sugar from her dessert still not as tasty as her blood, but definitely arousing.
“Let’s go home.” Holding her hand, he led her back to the car. He took the roads leading home fast. The smell of her arousal filled the car causing the most painful of erections.
Never had a woman affected him so. Made him lose control. Even more amazing, she seemed to share this irrational desire.
When they reached the house, he parked out front and in a flash, had her out of the car. Too impatient to wait, he swung her into his arms and strode up the steps to the door.
As if he’d waited there for this moment, Hendricks swung the door open as he reached the house.
“Hi,” chirped Ella even as she blushed a becoming pink.
“Evening master, milady,” said Hendricks who couldn’t hide the twinkle in his eye.
But Zane didn’t care if his servant thought him foolish, the feel and scent of his moonbeam had driven out all the reason in his mind. He only knew he wanted her. Now.
Naked in his arms. Crying out his name.
He took the stairs two at a time, cursing the fact his bedroom lay in the furthest corner of the house.
When he dropped her onto the bed, she giggled, then frowned.
“Go away. You heard what the lady vampire said. He’ll eat you.”
Zane didn’t want her distracted by the dratted voices. Palming her ankle, he pulled her towards him on the satiny coverlet and she gasped. He removed her shoes and laid a hand on each of her legs, sliding his hands up her silky, smooth skin.
“Have they shut up or do I also need to warn them?” Zane would suck in a thousand souls at this moment if that’s what it took to claim her.
“They’re gone for now.” She held out her arms, an invitation he could not refuse.
First he stripped, removing his jacket and, impatient as he was, ripped the buttons from his shirt as he peeled it off.
Ella licked her lips and watched him with heavy lidded eyes.
Zane undid the button on his pants, but kept them on. He wanted to be careful to not overwhelm her. Ready, he crawled up onto the bed between her legs, legs which she spread to accommodate him, the skirt of her dress riding up.
Bracing himself on his arms, he leaned over her and found her lips again. They kissed with a frantic passion, her fingers twining and pulling at his hair, while he nudged his erection, still clothed, against the apex of her thighs. She arched back against him, her gasps and moans, nearly shredding what little control he had.
He had to remind himself of her virgin state for his impulse was to push up her dress, rip off her panties and plunge into the wet core that he knew ached for him.
Dragging his lips from hers, he nibbled his way to her neck, kissing the pulsing vein that fluttered under her fine skin. The chill breeze that swept over him, made him move down. There was no need to antagonize the voices. They seemed willing so far to allow them to take their pleasure. The biting could come later.
Her dress stopped his exploration of her breasts. Unacceptable. Tearing the fabric with his teeth, he rent the satiny material, baring her beautiful tits.
The first swirl of his tongue on her nipple had her arching and crying out. Zane grinned in masculine pride and took the pointed nub into his mouth sucking. She whimpered, so he sucked harder.
“Tell me how it feels?” he asked gruffly when he switched his attention to her other nipple.
“Like I’m on fire,” she whispered. “Oh, please. I want…”
“What do you want?” he asked, pausing to look at her. She looked so beautiful, her face flushed, and her eyes glazed with passion.
“I don’t know what I want. Zane, please.” She begged and Zane almost came in his pants at her need.
He slid his hand up her thigh, her skirt bunched to her thighs with all her thrashing.
He found the scrap of material that covered her mound and tore it off. He stroked her curls first then delved between her thighs to find her slick folds.
She screamed.
He stroked her again, and she shuddered. Zane slid down her body until he could see her pink flesh. The musky scent of her arousal teased and beckoned him. Placing his hands under her buttocks, he pulled her up to his mouth and tasted her.
Sweet heaven.
At the first touch of his tongue, she came, crying out and trembling in his grasp. But Zane had just started. He parted her slick lips with his tongue and lapped at her, the nectar from her sex energizing him. He found her clit and laved it, digging his fingers into the soft skin of her buttocks as she bucked and cried out, lost in a mindless maelstrom of pleasure.
Zane could have eaten from her all day, she tasted so good, but he knew if he didn’t take her now, he’d embarrass himself. Sliding a finger into her sex, he groaned at the tightness of her sheath even as he used his other hand to pull down his trousers.
And that’s when the objects started to fly.