Authors: Miranda Powers
Groaning, he turned her around and impaled her on his needy cock. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as her eyes went soft and limpid, her mouth open on a soundless cry. “Ride me, Leigh,” Sebastian commanded hoarsely, arching his hips and making her gasp. “Make me come!”
“I--don’t know how,” she whispered shyly. His handsome face was taut, his eyes scorching pools of obsidian. He bent his head to suckle her breasts, nipping lightly at the sensitive peaks. Her fingers slid into damp hair and clutched him to her. “My love,” she breathed. “Show me what to do.”
“Fuck, Leigh!” he cried in anguish. Sebastian grasped her hips and urged her body to slide up and down on his cock. “Like that,” he groaned. “That’s it.”
Ashleigh let out a shuddering breath as her hips began a sensual dance. He flung his head back, his mouth open and she gasped at his fangs. She’d felt them on her throat and wondered what it would be like to have him drink from her. But for now, she was incapable of intelligent thought as she rode him gently at first, wanting to savor the sinful sensations rippling up and down her body. Seeing him in the throes of passion emboldened her further and Ashleigh didn’t hold back, riding him just as he’d ridden her, wanting him to know she owned him body and soul.
“Leigh,’ he moaned, arching his hips and thrusting up into her. She whimpered as his cock began surging upward, stroking the vaginal walls, and driving her insane with lust. “Faster, Leigh!” Sebastian panted. “I’m coming,”
Ashleigh gasped and clutched the sides of the tub. Water was sloshing everywhere, but she didn’t care. She increased her pace, massaging her clit against the base of his shaft. She could feel him swelling within her, increasing her agony. “It feels so good,” she sobbed.
“Come here,” he gasped, clutching at her wet body. He grasped her hips and forced her to take all of him. “Scream for me, Leigh!”
“No!” she panted, wincing at the aching fullness. But it was too late. His final thrust sent her reeling over the edge of sanity, and a scream emerged from parted lips. Her arms clutched at him desperately, trying to stifle her whimpers against his mouth as an excruciating orgasm tore through her. Ashleigh fell limp against Sebastian and was hardly conscious of his cries as he bucked beneath her.
They fell limp against each other, panting and staring wide-eyed in wonder. Sebastian towelled them off and carried her back to bed. Ashleigh woke in his arms to find him staring at the ceiling. “What’s wrong?”
He kissed her cheek. “I just love you that’s all.”
“Am I the girl you said you loved?”
“Of course, silly. Who’d you think it was?”
Giggling, Ashleigh pulled his head down to kiss him. “I was jealous.”
“You were?”
“Uh-huh,” she giggled, hugging him to her. “I wanted to scratch her eyes out.”
Sebastian laughed softly, taking a finger and drawing lightly on her skin. “I love having you in my arms. Leigh.”
“When did you know,” she sighed, nibbling his ear. “Details!”
He laughed, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against him. “I don’t know. It just sort of crept up on me.” Sebastian dipped his head to suckle her breasts and grinned when she arched her back. “And you, Leigh?”
Ashleigh moaned softly, curling her hands through his hair as he sucked her. “I don’t know. I’ve always thought…you were handsome.” He took the nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth drawing it between his teeth. “Oh!” she cried, feeling a hand slide between her thighs. A soft gasp broke from her lips as he massaged the swollen folds, his thumb circling the tender clit with deliberate slowness. She bit down on his lip and arched her hips into his fingers. “What... are you doing?” she panted, shuddering as he made her come.
“Loving you,” he breathed, swirling his tongue around a taut peak..”Your body was made for this. For me.” Sebastian sank his teeth gently into her skin. “Don’t be afraid, Leigh. Just a little.”
“Not...afraid,” she said on a sobbing gasp, peering down as if in a dream while he drank from her breast. “Not...too much, please.” But she couldn’t deny that it felt deliciously sinful to have him drink from her body. She wondered vaguely if Damien did the same thing to her mother.
“He doesn’t.” Sebastian grinned, wiping his lips. “Dad finds it distasteful.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
He kissed her mouth and Ashleigh could taste the remnants of her own blood, salty sweet and coppery. “Only with your permission, sweet.” Sebastian hovered over her and traced where the rivulet of blood began trickling down her chest with his tongue. “Any regrets, lovely Leigh?”’
She shook her head. “But what do we do when Mom gets back? I have to be with you.”
“I know.” He clasped her close. “We’ll figure something out. Like a passionate affair. We’ll meet in secret and jump each other’s bones in the library.”
Ashleigh giggled. “That sounds like fun. And what else?”
“I have an apartment in Manhattan. You’re supposed to take that field trip in May.”
“That’s true.” She reached up to trace a finger lovingly down his perfect nose. “And will you turn yourself into fog and steal in my bedroom at night?”
“I can do that,” he laughed. Then he said without a trace of humor, “Are you still on the pill?”
“How did you know?”
“Mom told me you had painful periods.” Ashleigh turned over, feeling uncomfortable that her mother discussed her reproductive organs with her stepbrother. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. Just you and Mom feel it necessary to discuss my uterus in private that’s all.”
“I have just intimately acquainted myself with your lovely body and you’re angry over that?”
“No, not really,” she admitted. “What
if
I get pregnant?”
“Then I’ll marry you.”
“Dad will kill us both, so you needn’t bother.”
“Don’t!” He reached for her. “It would have happened sooner or later.”
Her eyes widened. “You think so?”
Sebastian nodded, stroking her hair. “Think I could have stayed away from you much longer?”
Ashleigh nestled close against him. “I’m not ashamed, Bastian, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I know, love.”
“How do we keep it a secret? Dad is getting better.”
“I don’t know.” Sebastian kissed her softly and wrapped himself around her. “Don’t worry so much. We’ll figure out something.”
Ashleigh lay awake listening to the quiet drum of his heart and desperately wanted to believe it. But sooner or later they would have to face the wrath of their father and woe unto anyone caught in the crosshairs.
She moaned as he entered and arched her hips in delight. “Bastian,” she gasped, reaching to stroke her aching breasts.
“Marry me,” he rasped, kissing her hotly. “He... can’t do anything if... we’re married.”
“I’ll marry you,” she sobbed with joy, and pulled him closer as if that were possible. “Make me your wife!”
“Leigh,” he groaned, sitting up and pulling her with him. “Hold tight, love.”
“Yes!” She threw her head back mewling in delight when he cupped her bottom. Her tongue laved his ear, and she pressed possessive kisses over his face and throat.
Sebastian growled low and moved her hips swiftly, urging her to take all of him. Her breath caught on a shuddering gasp as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, and allowed her own teeth to nip at his chin and mouth, drawing blood of her own. “Harder,” he panted. “Take me, Leigh!”
“You’re so big,” she sobbed, clutching at his body. “I don’t... think I can.”
Letting out a tortured groan, Sebastian pushed her onto her back and wrapped her long legs around his hips. She whimpered softly as he thrust into her. “Closer,” Ashleigh panted. “Let me hold you.”
“Wife,” he rasped, licking and sucking her breasts. “All of me, Ashleigh. Take me into your hot little cunt.”
She reached out and clung to him, urging him on in sobbing gasps. “Harder,” she begged. “My love,” Ashleigh moaned as he slid out, circled his hips and slammed back into her.
There was something frantic in his thrusts, something desperate and Ashleigh screamed as the final surge into her body sent her over the precipice. The orgasm was unlike anything she’d ever experienced and she clawed and bit at Sebastian. He kissed her wildly and pumped away until he gasped and shuddered.
Panting and exhausted in the aftermath, Ashleigh couldn’t muster the strength to pull the blanket over them. Sebastian kissed her hair and did it for her.
“Sore, love?” he whispered in her ear.
“Hmm?” she sighed. “Very.”
“I guess we’ll have to wait until our honeymoon,” he quipped.
“Where will we go?” she asked sleepily.
Sebastian chuckled. “I don’t know. Wherever you want, sweet.”
“I love you,” Ashleigh murmured against his chest.
“Go to sleep, wife,” Sebastian said hoarsely, wishing he could hold her like this forever.
Their joy was short-lived when Kate called telling them their father wanted them in London. “Take the next plane out. I’ve made all the arrangements.”
“Sure, mom,” Sebastian said, glancing at his fiancee with something akin to dread. “No sweat. Next plane out.” He hung up and winced. “Where’s Van Helsing when you need him?”
“Oh, Bastian!” Ashleigh wept. He took her in his arms. “It’ll be alright, love. You’ll see. Dad just wants to see us.”
“He knows!” she gulped, weeping into his shirt. “We shouldn’t....”
“Don’t say that!” he said viciously, giving her a little shake. “We’ll get married, Leigh, Right now. Today!”
“How?” she croaked. “Where?”
Sebastian didn’t know and didn’t care. He grabbed her hand and hauled her upstairs and sat her on the bed while he packed. “We’ll fly to Connecticut.” He tossed a bag at her. “Dad’s in no condition to do much of anything. That silver bullet will have him in bed for weeks.”
Ashleigh sniffed and wiped the tears away. She stuffed what she could into the bag and let Sebastian walk her out to the car. He buckled her seatbelt and slid in beside her. She didn’t know why she was so afraid. These past few weeks with Sebastian had been so wonderful. Now on the verge of facing her parents, she felt ashamed.
“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t you dare feel guilty.”
“I--I can’t help it,” she sobbed. “What if he disowns us?”
“He’ll disown me, not you.” Sebastian ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Dammit, Leigh!” he shouted, making her jump. “I love you!”
“I love you, too.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Ashleigh peered up into his handsome face and shook her head. “I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. I just don’t want to see them.”
He nodded and started the car. “That’s good enough for me.” He sped down the driveway and Ashleigh was flung back into her seat.
“Sebastian!” she cried. “You’re going to get us killed.”
“No worries, my darling girl.” He flashed her a boyish grin. “We’re eloping.” Sebastian steered onto the interstate and drove them out to the small airfield where he kept his Saratoga. “You like flying, don’t you?”
Ashleigh wasn’t so sure. She remembered the last time he took her up. She’d gotten sick all over his instrument panel. “Um…”
He gave her a look and helped her out of the car. “I won’t make you sick, I promise.”
“I knew it!” she cried. “You made me sick on purpose!”
Sebastian shrugged and drew her close. “Can I help it if I was madly in love with you?”
“Bastian,” she whispered. “Are we doing the right thing?”
He kissed her brow. “And what does your heart say?”
Ashleigh smiled. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 4
Kate didn’t know how she was going to tell her husband the children were missing. She’d driven all the way to Heathrow and no sign of Ashleigh or Sebastian. Maybe they’d been delayed by the weather. Or maybe she could lie through her teeth. Damien was so strung out on painkillers he’d never notice.
“I wonder
what
did happen to those two.” She entered her husband’s room and sat down. He was asleep finally. Though the bullet had missed his heart, there were still lingering effects from the silver. But thank goodness the doctor said there wouldn’t be permanent damage.
“Hey, wife,” he said, startling her. He glanced around. “Where are the kids?”
“It was a long flight,” she explained, hating lying to her husband. “Ashleigh still gets airsick, you know.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But Sebastian should be here.”
“I don’t think he’s feeling well. He had such a pallor...”
“Kate,” her husband growled. “Stop with the bullshit!”
“Damien!” Kate gasped in shock. “What on earth…?”
“The kids aren’t here because they eloped,” Damien told her bluntly. He struggled to sit up and began yanking tubes out of his arms.
“Damien!” Kate cried, rushing to her husband. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Oh, hush woman!” he snapped. “Get my clothes, will you?”
“But--”
Damien winced as his wife helped him dress. “Don’t pretend to be shocked. You leave them alone for three weeks and you’re surprised? Sebastian’s been in love with Leigh for years.”
Kate sat down, feeling suddenly ill. “He’s her stepbrother!” she managed to her husband’s disgust.
“So? It hasn’t stopped anyone before.”
“Damien,” she wept. “You don’t think they really got married, do you?”
“They could. And they did.” Damien buttoned his shirt. “They’re in New York in case you’re wondering.”
Kate felt ashamed. How could she not have known? “But Leigh is only eighteen!” she insisted. “She’s never even had a boyfriend for goodness’ sake!”
“Didn’t it ever strike you as odd that Bastian never had a girlfriend?” Damien went to his wife. “They’re not related, you know.”
“That’s not the point!” His wife shook her head in misery. “What are you going to do?”
Damien helped her up. “I want you to go back to the house and wait for me.”
“But where will you be?” she asked in a daze.
“New York.” Damien kissed her goodbye, brushed past the guards, and hurried downstairs.
Sebastian watched his wife sleep and thought of all the times he’d seen her this way. Of course he meant to wait until she was older, but now that she was his, he had no intention of letting her go. Her lashes fluttered and she smiled sleepily.