A Touch Too Much (22 page)

“Lick me.”

His over-satisfied smile told her he had been thinking the same thing. Still, he didn’t act on it but squinted as if something was missing.

“Come again? I’m not quite sure I heard begging.”

“Because I won’t beg.”

Looking a little startled, he nevertheless kept on fondling her clit. Using her elbows to wrench herself away from him, she moved backwards to sit in the middle of the bed. Her eyes boring into his surprised gaze, she drew her knees up and spread her legs as far as she could. Her cunt wide open and glistening from desire, she commanded the king of the Overworld.

“I said suck me!”

Eyes widening, he put one of his hands on his crotch as if to relieve a painful tension. He didn’t hesitate. The upper part of his body lying flat on the bed, he plunged his face between her thighs. His tongue grazed her so sensitive lips, and she clenched the sheet with both hands. Darting inside, his tongue flicked her clit a few times, and she sighed with contentment.

But when he kissed and licked her aroused flesh, she longed for more. She longed for him so violently she wondered if his touch would ever be too much. Bringing her hands to his head, she raised his beautiful face. 

“Make love to me, Rogan. Suck me, fuck me, or do whatever you want with me. I love you.”

As she spoke her true feelings, his eyes shone with passion and love. Using his vampire speed, it took him a literal second to discard his clothes and stand naked at the foot of the bed. Stretched towards her, his glorious erection seemed to plead for her wet sex. Then the king of the Overworld came to her on his knees.

Resting on her elbows, she watched him push his cock into her. Then she lay down to enclose his waist in the narrow ring of her legs. His rigid sex buried in her pussy, his sensual mouth right above her, he blew a lock of hair away from her eyes. His lips hovering over hers, his gaze glinted as he said something she hadn’t expected to hear from him.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

“I’ll abandon you every time you tease me.”

He grinned. Although he made no move, she could feel his sex throbbing in her cunt. He kissed her cheek before his lips slid down to her neck to lick the tiny scar, the soft spot where he had last bitten. The king’s mark. Warm and firm, his mouth came up to her ear.

“But you’ll come back?”

A little short of breath, enveloped in the luscious heat of his love, she tightened her leg grip.

“That depends on what my reward will be.”

He arched his back to shove his dick deep into her. She shuddered, his sudden thrust grazing her clitoris and filling her to the brim. Letting out an excited sigh, she burrowed her nails in the muscles of his shoulders. Then he nibbled her earlobe with his teeth and whispered in her ear.

“A reward? Yes, I think we can reach an agreement. How about something like this, little girl?”

Straightening up to look at her, he began moving slowly inside her. As his stony dick sent relentless shots of pleasure throughout her body, his mouth came down on hers. All her senses sharpened by his hunger, his ravenous kiss blew her breath away. In and out, the regular beat of his cock drew her towards heavenly delights.

Born from the fire licking her loins, a long moan swelled within her throat only to be snapped up and swallowed by the brushing of his tongue. Her limbs trembled when he finally released her mouth. Her nails bit deeper into his shoulders as he slowed his rhythmic thrusts to look into her eyes.

“Is this what you had in mind?”

Lost in his gaze, she plastered her belly against his. His brief wince of pleasure had all her muscles twitching, and they both groaned while she slid her hands up to cup his face.

“Show me your fangs.”

He did. His long white canines came down over his lower lip, and he loved her more profoundly than she’d have thought possible. And when his compulsion bested him he found that she had already bared the way to her neck.

Like the first time they had made love in the woods, he bent his face down. And, like the first time, his fangs drew blood from her throat as their cries reached their climax.

* * * *

Later that night, they talked about the Bringer of Death. Zontag’s tests had proved Liv’s blood was pure. In addition to the test results, her display of power over Khord and the rogue confirmed that she was the deadly threat of their legend. It didn’t mean she would act accordingly.

She belonged to her sunny world, not to these barren, dark territories, and she had nothing to do here. If Rogan asked for her help she’d use her power to change rogue vampires into humans, but she had no desire to turn this world upside down. Thousands of years ago, it had been made this way for a reason. Who was she to decide a whole race had to be eradicated?

What weighed more on Liv’s mind was the future of their relationship. Not easy to love a vampire king. But Rogan would cross over universes to be with her every time she wanted him, and sometimes she’d come to thoroughly enjoy his hot tub. Either here or in the world of the living they’d be together. Nothing else mattered.

Although pretty tired, Liv might have dwelt on it a little longer but he kissed her then and all rational thoughts disbanded. For the second time that night under Rogan’s firm lips and probing tongue, she rediscovered the blazing sensations she had experienced when kissing him for the first time.

In the end, he had been right. Had he kissed her so brazenly when he was posing as Raskhan, she’d have recognised him in a heartbeat. But already her breasts were calling for his touch. Already her stomach was on fire and his erection seeking to enter her, to fill her with pure passion.

As Rogan deeply rooted himself inside her, Liv looked at his golden-freckled gaze. “Come on, my king, give me some more of your vampire love.”

He shivered with desire. She closed her eyes.

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Gabriel

Chris Lange

Excerpt

Chapter One

Sunset was drawing too close for stalling.

Standing before the cemetery gates, Calista only had two options. She could walk all the way around the so-called resting place—but she wouldn’t get home on time—or she could cut across it and reach safety in a matter of minutes. Encumbered with her shopping bags, she might already have no choice.

Pushing the gate with her shoulder, she got a move on. Focusing on the other side of the cemetery, she kept to the main path, staying off the grass and the headstones. Halfway across the holy ground, she knew she was going to make it. With the last rays of light casting shadows around her, she only had a short distance to cover. Relief creeping over her, she pressed on, tightening her grip on the shopping bags and intently watching the gates.

Calista fell head over heels almost without making a sound, her purchases flying away, her extended hands breaking her fall. A little stunned, she took deep breaths, expecting pain. When none came, she tried to sit up, but was hindered by something pulling at her ankle. Rolling and shifting, she edged closer to the grass and managed to sit.

Her left foot was caught in a loop, the line secured around the nearest headstone. Although it looked like some kind of metal, it wasn’t biting her skin. Not yet. She tugged at it and felt the noose tightening, realising at once she wouldn’t be able to get out of it this way. She attempted to untie the knot, but it was too tight. Maybe she could cut it with a knife, but hell, she was no MacGyver and she didn’t carry blades in her pockets.

Oh God, oh God, this could not be happening. Not now. Not a thousand feet from the safety of her house. Not when she had practically made it.

She glanced up and fear threatened to pin her down. The sun was gone. A gust of wind slapped her face and shadows whished about, engaged in a nocturnal, graceful dance—the ballet of the dead. Refusing to admit defeat, Calista grabbed the line with both hands and pulled it as hard as she could.

“Hey, looks like I got myself a nice titbit.”

The voice came from behind her, but she didn’t turn her head. No point. She already knew what kind of creature had crept out of the night. Trapped like a frightened rabbit, there was nothing she could do but bide her time. That was, if he gave her time.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” she whimpered.

“Why would I do that? First, let’s have a look at you, sweetie,” he said, kneeling in front of her, lifting her chin up. “Oh my, aren’t you a treat for sore eyes!”

He was good-looking for a vampire, with shoulder-length blond hair framing clear, blue eyes in a thin face. Although he was trying to hold a conversation, his gaze was sort of feverish and his fangs were out. He was hungry. If she didn’t keep him on safe ground she would end up dead very shortly.

“Who’s out there?” Calista asked in a panicked voice, pretending to notice something, craning her neck towards the biggest tombstone in the cemetery.

The vampire turned around, looking for whatever he thought she had spotted. “I don’t see anything, sweetie, but just in case”—he produced a long knife and used it to cut the thin wire—“I’d better take you home.”

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her along, heading for the darkest shadows. Although scared, she didn’t resist. She had a job to do. They soon rounded the crematorium, going past the building to the edge of the cemetery. Holding on to her, the vampire bent down and opened a trapdoor in the ground. Once he had switched the lights on, he pushed her forward. She nearly tumbled down the steep stairs, and gripped his arm to catch her balance while he shut the door and locked it.

“Welcome home, precious.”

To Calista, the vampire’s ‘home sweet home’ looked like a crypt—cold marble, cold tiles, cold interior. She had been in crypts a few times in the past and this one was no different.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he teased, pushing her towards a long marble table, “I’m starting to feel quite peckish.”

She desperately needed to buy time. If she wanted to save her life, she had to make him believe she was merely a young woman, scared out of her wits. She slowly backed towards the edge of the table, looking lost and helpless. She figured vampires got their kicks out of human helplessness.

“Please,” she begged, “don’t hurt me.”

“Now, now, sweetie, there’s no need to be afraid,” he said, in what was obviously intended to be a reassuring tone, a large grin on his face that didn’t reach his cold, blue eyes. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

Fangs out, he advanced on her like a hunter stalking his prey. He brushed her hair back, baring her neck. Calista hated their fangs more than anything else. Tools of death, they were a blatant reminder of countless lives eradicated and she feared them. Besides, she had no power over the long, sharp teeth.

“Hmmmm…your neck is so soft,” he whispered, “I don’t think I’ve ever had such a tasty breakfast.” He stroked the tender skin before exposing her round shoulder. “I bet every part of you is delicious. It would be a pity not to enjoy it.”

He ripped her clothes off, subjecting her body to the coldness of the crypt. Naked, and with goosebumps on her skin, she shuddered.

“My…my…you really are something.” He looked at her body, spurred by a remnant of the man he had once been. “I think we should have some fun before breakfast, don’t you?”

Calista could have had a completely different evening, but fate had decided otherwise. From the moment she’d got caught and realised her life wasn’t worth much any more, she had contrived to bring him exactly where he was now—away from her neck and ready to hump her.

As he unzipped his fly, she nodded. Quickly shaking his trousers down, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

“Oh yeah, baby, you’re soft!”

He hissed when she took his cock in her hand, applying pressure, slowly moving up and down. He was hard in a flash. In spite of their great speed and strength, vampires were nothing more than undead men, still driven by human needs and desires. Groping her breasts, he grunted when she wiggled her fingers around his short, thick dick.

“I knew you wanted it, you dirty little bitch,” he groaned, sliding his hands under her buttocks. “Come and get it.”

His crude words set her off. Time and again, she had chewed over the fact that her sexuality was unlike that of other women. She couldn’t figure out why men never aroused her; why only vampires did. They had the means to kill her without even blinking, yet they were her only source of excitement. Was it the thrill of danger or the heady sensation of their strength and ruthlessness?

Whatever it was, she wanted this vampire right now, right here. Desire rushing through her veins, she put her arms around his neck. He lifted her easily, his cock brushing her wet pussy, making her guts twist with lust.

“Now get down on it, you slut!”

His commanding tone did nothing to lessen her avidity. Clinging to his square shoulders, Calista lowered her body, letting him slide into her. His shaft was so thick she moaned when it rubbed her inner flesh, filling her completely. Then he took control, bringing her up and down in quick, heavy movements.

“Bloody hell, you’re hot stuff,” he said in a throaty voice, gripping her buttocks with rock-hard fingers.

“Shut up and fuck me!”

His T-shirt excruciatingly chafing her nipples, his powerful cock thrusting in and out of her, Calista unleashed her desires. As long as she got the job done on time, she was safe. In the meantime, she was going to enjoy this to the full; to empty him of his substance, every little scrap of it.

Smashing into her, he put his face on her neck, instinctively looking for the spot he could sink his fangs into.

“Don’t!” she ordered. “Not yet. If I have to die, make me come first.”

“You do like it, don’t you? Well, brace yourself, hussy, here I come!”

He was grunting now, each of his motions bringing him closer to his end. Abraded by his short, broad thrusts, her cunt was on fire, her clitoris crying out for release. She couldn’t wait any longer.