Chapter Sixty-Six
He felt Angel’s primitive response to the sensation beneath him as she arched her back and gave a sharp intake of breath. The vampire’s bite was a small pin-prick of slight pain followed by overwhelming pleasure, and when the vampire loved his or her victim, that pleasure was amplified ten-fold.
Jake held Angel gently but firmly, and as her blood rose to meet him, he sank into her mind and poured into her all of the emotion he had possessed for her from day one. He let it flood her, wrap around her, and claim her.
He swallowed slowly, letting every tiny detail of the act imprint itself permanently on his fevered brain. Every small, desperate move she made beneath him, every miniscule sound she made in earnest, every molecule of taste that saturated him and burned down his throat like the absolute finest wine… he took it all in. And he swore he would do it again and again once she was his.
As he drank from her, Jake’s hands caressed her. He kept firmly implanted in her throat, not wanting to hurt her in any manner, but he had to touch her. He had to feel her silkiness under his fingers. He wanted to feel her heat, her quick jerky responses to pleasure, and he very much wanted to feel her wetness around him, squeezing him again and again as he took the last drop and placed his wrist to her lips.
So as she drifted beneath him on his vampire-induced plane of bliss, Jake allowed one fingernail to sharpen into a claw, then used that claw to slowly slice down the side of her shirt. She didn’t notice a thing. The sleeves came next, and still she was oblivious.
Before long, he had effectively torn her clothing to tatters from head to toe. All he would need to do is give a little tug, and she would be bared before him. Of course, there were dozens of other ways for him to undress her without pulling his teeth from her vein. His ability to manipulate inanimate objects went even further than Angel suspected.
But this one was fun.
Angel’s blood was becoming stronger in taste now, more undiluted, bolstered with the magic that made her a healer as he drew closer to the end of her reserves. It was always like that with blood; the truly good stuff was at the bottom. The last few swallows a vampire enjoyed from his or her mage or supernatural victim were usually composed of almost pure magic.
But Angel’s blood was so unbelievably potent already, there was honestly a part of Jake that feared he would go insane for experiencing it in its undiluted form. Luckily, it was a very small part of him and easy to ignore.
Jake lowered his body over Angel’s, bracing himself on one elbow to run his free hand over her body. She became increasingly agitated beneath his ministrations, and he dove into her mind to find that his little healer was thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts. He laughed a low, dark laugh, wrapping his fingers around the edges of her shirt.
He gave a short, sharp pull, and the garment fell away from her entirely, exposing her creamy expanse of toned, tight muscle and smooth, tanned skin. She gasped at the sudden exposure as cool air touched her flesh, followed by the heat of Jake’s hands.
He was heating up in his passion – everywhere. His jeans had grown very tight, and he was so hot, he was starting to sweat. Angel opened her eyes and tried to turn her head to look at him, but he tightened his grip in her hair and held her in place, then spoke to her in her mind since his mouth was busy.
Don’t move, Angel. Stay as you are. I’ve no wish to cause you harm. Just let me do this and enjoy it.
She moaned softly when Jake’s hand cupped her right breast and pinched her nipple. He sucked gently against her throat and swallowed a heady concoction of the most delicious fucking blood he’d ever tasted. Better than he’d dreamed, in fact.
Now it was his turn to moan, and his dick pulsed painfully in his pants.
Jake curled his fingers over the waistband of her jeans, tugged, and threw the shredded remains of her clothing to the side, underwear and all. Now she was completely naked beneath him, and with a smile against her throat, he decided it was only fair that he be naked this time too.
With a simple thought, he willed his clothing to vanish. Angel could see what he’d done out of her peripheral vision, and fury coursed through her, though it wasn’t real fury. Just irritation in the extreme. After all, he’d destroyed her clothes completely when all he’d had to do was use magic to safely rid her of them.
But that wouldn’t have been any fun. And besides… she didn’t have any backup clothing right now. Which meant she couldn’t go anywhere.
And as Jake gently but firmly grasped Angel’s thighs to separate them, eliciting a groan of shy anticipation from the depths of her pierced throat, Jake decided it was damn well fine with him if they stayed in that bed and did nothing but fuck for the next three weeks.
Jake had to pull a little against her vein now…. She was nearing the end, and his vampire power wound securely around her, keeping her heart beating, fueling her brain, maintaining her life as her vampire sire prepared to make this change in her. He felt the tip of his feverish hardness press against her opening, lined up and ready as he took her wrists in his hands and pressed them into the bed at either side of her head.
This will be intense, he warned her. Trust me and don’t fight me, little warrior.
Her reply was fast and sure. Okay.
Jake flexed every muscle in his body, cleared his mind, and dug deep for his power. Then he pulled Angel’s final drops of precious, healer blood out of her vein and into his mouth as he thrust violently forward, spearing her core to the hilt.
Angel shrieked with intense, absolute pleasure so vital, it changed her on a molecular level and tried furiously to rip her from his grasp. But he’d known it was coming, and he held on for all he was worth, pouring wave after wave of his influence over her and into her.
Easy, his mind told hers. That’s it, Angel. Just let it happen.
She cried out, sobbing and shaking, her beautiful body quivering uncontrollably beneath the onslaught. Each pulse of bliss contained the strength of ten orgasms. But he kept at it, always there in her head, always helping her along. Easy, now. That’s good. You can take this, Angel. Just give yourself to me.
He pulled the intense heat of his hardness out of her inch by inch and slowly slid back in, building for her a second need that she could turn her attention to. As the violent struggle against the insane intensity slowly ebbed from her small form and became increasingly demanding in another manner altogether, Jake pulled his teeth from her throat with infinite tenderness and prepared to take the next step in claiming her.
He rose above her on strong arms, his body pulsing with so much magical blood, he felt he could conquer the world. But instead he focused on the tender, precious creature beneath him, and kept her safely wrapped in the power of the turning.
She gasped and sighed, tossed her head and clawed at the sheets. She was so very pale, a frail, ethereal appearance had taken her over. He was everywhere around her and in her at that moment, her very life continuing only because he allowed it to. It was a heady aphrodisiac to possess this much control over something he cared for as much as he cared for Angel. It was admittedly hard to concentrate.
But he’d known it would be. And he was strong. And this was everything.
Jake sat up completely on top of Angel, sinking deeper into her than he had so far. He listened in rapture as the sensation ripped a long, low moan of pleasure from her. Then he lifted his wrist to his mouth and sank his fangs into his vein.
Blood welled up immediately. There was so much of it, and he so badly wanted to give it to her. It at once began to run down his arm. Jake leaned over his small, writhing treasure, and again ran his hands through the ultra-soft hair at the back of her head, fisting tight.
Once he had her attention, he forced her to look into his eyes. He knew his had gone red. He watched the reflection of them in her eyes. But rather than frighten her, the sight of them only increased her longing – and that was nearly his undoing right there.
“Drink, Angel. And don’t stop until I tell you.”
He placed the command firmly in her mind as well, and then tripled the impact of it by willing her body to obey with the vampire magic he had wrapped so securely around her. Angel reached up, slid her little hands around his thick forearm, and closed her eyes, bringing his wrist to her lips.
The moment they touched down over his vein, he nearly came inside her. The sensation was so fucking intense he cried out, barely managing to hold on. Angel’s body jerked beneath him, and that didn’t help any. The little minx was completely unable to hold back her own climax, and it rocked through her with beautiful savagery – the first of many this night would bring to her.
Jake watched her drink, utterly fascinated by the pulsing of her throat as she allowed her mouth to fill with the wine-like blood and then took it down her throat. He was mesmerized by her. And then he began moving inside her again, pulling out and pressing forcefully back in with every one of her swallows.
A rhythm of forbidden carnality began to rock through them, timing their movements to elicit peak amounts of pleasure. Jake could feel the ultimate turning point approaching. And he couldn’t hold it back. Hell, he didn’t want to. Not for anything.
He moved faster inside her, thrusting hard and deep, and Angel’s mouth remained closed over his wound while her tongue swirled across the bite marks, urging him on. His pleasure took hold of him, unforgiving and unrelenting. It would not be denied. It could not be stopped. It came ever closer, closer, and hot on its heels was the final, potent pulse of magic that would seal Angel’s fate once and for all.
He let it come.
It struck him like an atom bomb. Angel screamed beneath him, arched violently, and gritted her teeth against the ecstasy that lay absolute claim to her body and soul. At the same time, Jake threw back his head and roared into the night, a pure animal sound that cut through the walls of realms and touched the rapidly beating hearts of fellow monsters everywhere. He emptied himself into Angel again and again, each almost painful pulse ripped from him with the brute force of primitive, primal magic.
And when eternity ended, and Jake came down from that plane of euphoria, he lowered his head and opened his eyes.
Angel was gazing steadily up at him. And her brown eyes were glowing gold.
Jake held his breath.
Angel smiled, flashing small, perfect fangs.