Authors: J.D. Moon
“I’m just saying that perhaps we shouldn’t act like kidnappers and take her to a hospital. At least there, her friends would know she was okay.”
Angelisa, Miranda thought to herself! She must be going nuts!
“Look, I’m going out for a minute.” Lucius said as he gave that look of knowing to Zechariah. Lucius was affected by Miranda’s presence just as Zechariah had been, but he was not as steady in his control. He needed sustenance and he needed it now.
“Fine. You go. I’ll sit here.”
With that, Lucius left. Zechariah was now alone with Miranda in his and Lucius’ library. At least, that’s what Miranda assumed considering books filled the ceiling-high shelves that lined every wall in the room.
“So, madam. Won’t you tell me a little about yourself?” Zechariah sat next to Miranda on the black leather couch and propped his right ankle on his left knee.
Miranda thought this whole thing was odd, but she went with it. Something about this man intrigued her, and in a very pleasant way. Ever since she laid her eyes on him that first night in the club, she felt drawn to him. Yet, she refused to get close. Now, she had the opportunity and after all, he did save her life. But, from what?
“Well, I have a question first.”
Zechariah was a little apprehensive, but obliged her.
“What happened to me?”
Images of attacking the man called ‘Mike’ flashed in his mind, stirring up his hunger. Still, no harm would come to her as long as he was around. “The man you call ‘Mike’ was waiting for you after you closed at your work. Lucius and I had just left, but we weren’t far. I noticed him loitering about, so I made Lucius stay behind with me. I had a bad feeling about his presence.” He looked down at the floor. “I am sorry I did not get there faster.”
Miranda began to feel something more for her knight in shining armor, but she was reserved. She had to be. Every man she had ever had any kind of feelings for had hurt her. “It was not your fault. I’m glad you intervened when you did. I don’t know what would have happened…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about what Mike’s intentions most likely were. He had always been trying to get her and/or Angelisa to sleep with him. He didn’t seem to comprehend the word ‘no’.
“I’m sorry if I offended you.” Zechariah said. “I didn’t mean to.” He placed his hand on her knee and looked deep into her eyes. It was in that instant that the connection he felt to her strengthened. He felt his fangs elongate inside his mouth as his desire for her grew along with the desire in his manhood. He couldn’t possibly make a move on her now. She was just attacked and nearly raped. He looked away, closing his eyes, to gain control.
She placed her hands on his knee as the tips of her fingers brushed lightly on the inside of his thigh, driving his desire for her to uncontrollable heights. He returned his gaze back to hers and stared deep into her soul.
“I-I have a confession to make.” he said to her softly. Miranda could not seem to do more than stare at him. His eyes were so captivating. She was lost inside of him.
“I remained close to your work that night because I was hoping to approach you.” he said sheepishly.
She closed her eyes and took in his scent for the first time. He smelled like a fresh, moonlit night alongside a river bank, oak, and earth. As her eyes drifted open, his face loomed in front of hers.
A million thoughts raced through her mind, and a million words lingered on the edge of her tongue. All of them were denial, but every single one of them were obliterated when his mouth came crashing down on hers, hungry for one thing—her. She moaned as his tongue slipped between her lips as if found hers. Electricity shot through her body like a velvet fire as he licked the edge of her mouth, his lips causing very primal sensations to radiate through her body. He pulled her to him, pressing her heaving breasts against his chest, but something was still in the way—their clothes.
He broke the trance his lips held on hers long enough to grab her shirt and snatch it apart, yet never broke his gaze. She sensed a primal side, but never realized what unleashed sexual prowess hid behind his outdated manners and impeccable looks. Now, he was letting her see it all. She wanted more. He was irresistible.
Encouraged by her words and reaction, he let his hands slide down her voluptuous curves and land on her butt, squeezing it slightly before lifting her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and pressed her lower body to his erection. He pulled away from her lips and nipped gently at her lower one as he drew back. He moved to her ear and lightly sucked on her earlobe. Then, he trailed his kisses down her jawbone and neck.
She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as she slid her hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. She secured her legs tighter around his waist, rubbing herself against him in the process, and pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Admiring his hard abs and grinning, she said, “Damn, I knew you were hot, but mmmm…”
Zechariah chuckled. “I’ll show you hot, ma’am.” he said as he attempted a southern accent, but it sounded far from southern. Miranda wondered, only for a moment, about the origin of the accent, but she was distracted by the fact that Zechariah plunged his face back into the space between her neck and shoulder, nipping, biting, and sucking at a sensitive area around her collarbone.
Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. Zechariah could sense her arousal radiating off of her. She looked into his deep, blue eyes that were now clouded with a dark lust, want, and need. She grinned seductively as she returned his lustful kisses over the line of his neck. She heard him release another low moan, which only encouraged her, as she rubbed her pelvis against his erection again.
She felt him pull her away from the door, so she tightened her legs around him again. He picked her up off of the couch and began walking toward the bedroom as he kept his lips locked on hers. As he reached his bed, he tossed her back, forcing to release her vise-like grip.
As he stood at the edge of the bed and gazed upon her exquisite form. He tilted his head to the side, slightly, and said, “Hmmm, there is something slightly wrong with this picture.”
Miranda scrunched her eyebrows and propped herself up on her elbows, leaning up slightly. “What?”
He reached for her shirt at the point between her breasts, and ripped it off of her completely. He stood back, satisfied with himself as he tossed the shreds of her shirt off to the side, and said, “There. Much better, but still…”
He stared at her black, lacy bra. “Your breasts are begging to be free.” he said. He reached down at the center and tore the bra apart. “Perfection.” he responded. Goosebumps ran down her arms. He kept his gaze on her ample breasts. “Yes, definitely perfection. You’re so beautiful, Miranda. Never have I wanted someone the way I want you.”
What Miranda failed to realize was that Zechariah did not mean he wanted her carnally alone. He wanted her in every way that a woman could be wanted.
Her heart leapt. She had been called beautiful before, but no one had ever called her ‘beautiful’ in such a tone that she knew he meant it. Suddenly, she felt lips on her nipple. He tongued the tip of her nipple, teasing, and a moan escaped from her lips. All coherent thought no longer existed. Her hands moved up toward the back of his head and intertwined with the dark tendrils of his hair. She switched his attentions to her other nipple and then trailed light kisses between the valley of her breasts.
She sighed. She could feel an aching need for release building up between her thighs. It was an ache that could only be satisfied by him. As she looked into his eyes, they seemed to fight between a dark, almost black color and their natural blue.
She reached down and began struggling with his belt, but without success. She felt his lips come down on hers again, possessing her—claiming her. He reached down, never breaking his kisses, and undid his belt. He looped his thumbs into the waist of his boxes and pants, and slung them toward his ankles in one motion. He stepped out of them.
Miranda felt butterflies in her stomach as she anticipated getting exactly what she wanted. She had become accustomed to getting her way, but then again, so was Zechariah.
Still, there was a lingering feeling of uncertainty. She felt bad about not talking to him first. Normally, she didn’t allow herself to get caught up in relationships unless she discussed her expectations first. Yet, the lack of rhyme or reason with Zechariah befuddled her.
“Wait.” she said. “I…”
But, her words were cut off by the sensation of his lips on the inside of her right thigh. As she immediately realized his intent, she closed her mouth. He was going to please her in a way that no man had ever done before. Though she was not a virgin, no man had ever been interested in ensuring her pleasure first and foremost.
But another set of arms came around her, dragged her away from Zechariah. Zechariah smiled at her and nodded in approval. As she was turned around, she came face to face with Lucius. His hands slipped around her waist to draw her against his hard chest. He had already discarded his shirt. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her mind nothing but liquid. She couldn't think this through.
“Don't,” Lucius said, softly. “Don't think about it. Just let it happen.”
Miranda had no clue what she was going to do. Now, both men were touching her in ways she never imagined would be so erotic. Her brain screamed for her to stop all of this now and demand to go home, but her body overruled. Also, there was this strange attraction she had to Zechariah.
Feather light kisses continued on her inner thighs and continuing upward, distracting her from her thoughts. Oh, my god. Hurry up and please give me release, she begged inside her head, as his passionate teasing rendered her speechless. She could even feel his lips spread into a smile against her sensitive skin as he moved up toward the edge of her panties. He was doing it intentionally, teasing her, and purposefully avoiding the center of her desire.
“Zechariah… please” she begged. She knew he was probably sporting a cocky grin at her begging, but she didn’t care. She needed relief now. She felt his tongue and then his teeth take hold of the elastic of her matching black laced panties. With a sudden and vociferous snarl, he ripped her panties off of her with is teeth. He tossed her panties aside and grabbed her thighs, gently spreading them a little further apart.
As Zechariah was devoting his attention to the apex of her thighs, Lucius began teasing and nipping at the tips of her nipples. While his mouth was busy, his hands were caressing places on her body that she had not realized turned her on.
Zechariah ran his finger on the outline of her slit and felt her squirm. He was driving her absolutely insane—right to the brink of insanity. He repeated the movement and spread her wetness over her center.
“Zechariah…” she attempted to say in a breathy whisper. She opened her eyes just in time to see him lick his finger. He grinned at her with a mischievous grin as he lowered his head so close to her throbbing center. She could feel his hot breath bathe over her core.
“You are so wet, Miranda.” he said with a curious knowledge. A rush of desire ran down her spine already added to the desire pooling in the pit of her stomach. “Is this all because of me?” he asked, teasingly.
Taking a break from her nipples, Lucius retorted, “I think it’s because of me.” He loved to tease at Zechariah. She felt his fingers on the lips of her sex and felt him spread them apart. His tongue flicked lightly and teased her clit. “Oh, my god!” she moaned.
His tongue circled her clit before he bit down lightly on it, and then he soothed it with a few more licks. Without warning her, she felt his finger slide into the opening of her pussy. She yelped lightly, both from surprise and pleasure, as she becomes lost in his motions. She reached up, cupping her own breasts, and massaged them softly. She moaned, tightening her grasp on her breasts, as he added another finger inside of her.
Miranda found herself so close to the edge of release. She whimpered. Zechariah felt the walls of her sex tighten in anticipation of her orgasm. He withdrew his fingers and ceased his tongue lashing on her clit as he sat back.
Miranda looked up at him and what she saw, she would never forget. It was Zechariah, but not Zechariah. “Zechariah, what is wrong with you? Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?” she asked. Her body still craved release. She was desperate to have both men finish with her.
Lucius looked up from kissing her wrists. Miranda looked at him and gasped. “You, too?” she said in astonishment. As she looked at both men, she saw that their mouths were different. They had fangs.
“You-you have fangs!” she exclaimed.
“Is this a deal breaker?” Lucius asked, still caressing her body. “I would hope not.” He turned to Zechariah. “You were right about her. She is special. Can you smell her?”