Mating Fever (12 page)

Keaton lifted his head from my thigh. A smear of crimson adorned his lips. “So sweet.” He swept his tongue over his mouth, relishing the taste of my blood. “But there’s something so much sweeter I want to taste.”

Before I could answer, his mouth covered my pussy. Keaton’s tongue lapped at my juices. A bolt of pleasure engulfed me when he enclosed my clit. He nibbled my buried bud. Then he attacked it with his tongue. My hips pushed into his face. I wanted him to eat me all up. He focused on me some more.

The friction his teeth caused rolled through me. I tried to keep it contained, but he was bringing me back up to the heights of my first orgasm. I groaned when he began to slow down. He gripped my thigh and kept it around his neck. He also took my other one and hung it around his other shoulder. I hugged his neck with my ankles. Keaton stopped pleasuring me and licked lower.

He thrust his tongue into my pussy. The sudden entrance made me cry out. I writhed on the bed, trying to escape the passion that overrode my brain. But Keaton wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. If I begged him to stop he would, but I wanted to feel his cock inside of me.

“Keaton, I need you. Please.”

He glanced up and trailed his fingers over my trembling stomach. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” He pressed his mouth to mine so I could taste my tang. I arched up to get closer to him, but he pulled away. When he did, he guided his cock deep inside my pussy.

“Fuck.” I squirmed underneath him and crossed my ankles behind his neck. I struggled against the restraints. I had to touch him. But he was pumping into me quickly. I struggled to keep up to the frenzied pace he had set. He gripped my thighs to control my motions. His fingers dug into my flesh. I screamed when his shaft rubbed against my clit. Ecstasy washed over me and I came again. Keaton groaned when he spilled into me.

He collapsed onto me and lay there. The invisible restraints were lifted and my arms dropped. Exhaustion washed over me. I tried to keep my eyes open, but it was nearly impossible. Keaton kissed my cheek and smoothed the hair from my face. I heard him whisper something to me, but I wasn’t able to make it out.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was alone in the bed. I glanced over and saw a bottle of water next to the bed. I downed a few sips. Then I got out and trudged into the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face after using the facilities and decided to take another shower. My body felt like it had gone through a marathon session, and ached in a good way. I examined the wounds on my throat and saw that they were healed. Two faint scars remained. Were there any other changes in me? I didn’t see any. I didn’t feel any. So I turned the hot water on and climbed into the shower.

I had just stepped under the hot spray. It began to go deep into my muscles when I sensed something enter the shower. It was the same energy that had come to me before the other night. Keaton. Fingers slid down my back. The hot water suddenly went cold. Lips pressed against my neck. Keaton’s fangs scraped my flesh. His hands clutched my breasts and roll the nipples between his fingers. I arched my back and turned my head around. I couldn’t see him.

“This isn’t fair. I need to touch you. Please.”

What if I want you to suffer?

“Then you’re being cruel. So very cruel.”

Isn’t that what you wanted?

“Not exactly. Please I need you.”

Need me for what?

“I need you in the flesh. Not that I don’t enjoy you being this way, but I need you as man, not as shadow.”

The hot water encompassed me. Keaton slid his hands around me. They became more solid the longer I was under the water. He moved the wet strands of my hair away from my throat and began to kiss the side of my neck. His solid hands cupped my breast. He took the sponge in his other hand and trailed it over my stomach. He squeezed it until it was full of suds and slipped it down my stomach. Light kisses enflamed my desire. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me again. His cock pressed against my bottom. He trailed it between the mounds of my ass. I cried out when he dropped the sponge and touched my clit. I was already throbbing with pleasure. My body longed for him to take me again. The towel rack was behind me. I grabbed a hold of it and spread my legs further.

“Such a fine ass that you have.”

“Take me.”

He bit my shoulder with regular teeth. “I love it when you say that.”

Keaton spread my ass further apart. As his finger slipped into my ass I bit my lip. He delved in, slowly letting me feel him. He took another and slid it inside. His other hand stayed on my clit. He fondled me slowly at first, getting me wet. He removed his fingers and then moved his cock into my opening. It moved into me slowly. He was careful, working his way into me until finally I felt him all inside of me. I groaned from having him there, but he continued to fondle me. He gripped my hip and slid out of me. He moaned when he went back in. Everything in me wanted him to continue.

My hips bucked forward. Keaton guided my hips and held me close to him. He groaned and kissed my neck.

“Fuck me.”

“I could hurt you.”

“Do it.”

Keaton shoved into me fully. I cried out and clutched the bar. He pulled out of me and then went back in. I screamed, but it wasn’t pain. It was complete pleasure that engulfed me. He had taken control of our coupling and wasn’t letting up.

“Yes. Keaton. That’s it.”

He dove inside of me once more. His hands gripped my hips. He kissed my shoulder and then bit into it when he came.

“You are just full of surprises.”

I glanced behind me. “I hope that pleases you.”

“Very much.”

“Good. Now you have to wash my back before the water gets cold.”

Keaton picked up the sponge and began. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered my hair. He washed my back and turned me around, but gently washed my breasts. He lingered over my nipples. When he came to my pussy, it was already burning with the desire to be mounted by him again. He touched me, but before he could sweep me off my feet, I took the sponge from him and stroked his cock slowly. The sponge fell to our feet and went to my knees in the shower. I licked the water from his dick. He tasted like soap, but before I could raise his shaft again Keaton wove his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back. He stared at me with his fangs fully extended.

“I would stop that if I were you.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you need to get something to eat, and I don’t know how much longer you want me to ravish you.”

I giggled. “Weren’t you going to take me in every room of the house? I can go another few rounds I think.”

“If we do this any longer you won’t be human in the morning.”

I worked up his body kissing him slowly. I claimed his lips and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I wasn’t sure how much of the pleasurable torture I could take either, but I didn’t want to stop. I desired to be with him in all ways. Keaton wasn’t going to desert me in any way, shape or form. He was going to stick with me throughout everything and protect me.

“What happens if I want you to turn me tonight?”

Shock peppered his eyes. “I’m glad that you’re ready to accept the prospect of eternity, but I still want you human. You’ve ingested a lot of my blood. If you did, then you’d miss your shopping session with Stephania and she’d kill me for that. Come on. Let’s get out and get you something to eat.”

Keaton wasn’t going to budge. However, I gave him another quick kiss and then let the now cold water wash over us. I climbed out of the shower and dried off. In the bedroom, I pulled out an outfit. When I glanced at the clock I saw it was seven in the morning. I must have been asleep for longer than I thought. Keaton came in after and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He seemed out of place not being in a button down shirt, but I liked the t-shirt because it hugged his form. Just staring at him, I wanted to fuck him on the bed. A devilish smile turned up the corners of his mouth as if he knew how much I wanted him.

I shook my head and turned from those thoughts. My stomach grumbled. I kissed him lightly and then grabbed his hand. We both went downstairs. Down at the end of the landing, the curtains were opened. The sunlight would eventually stream in. When we got to the bottom, I smelled something fetid, like rotten meat. Keaton’s hand tightened on mine. He moved before me.

“Stay put.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Something’s not right here.”

He growled and then stepped down into hallway. He gazed around and then slowly went to the door. Keaton motioned for me to stay put. I peered around the corner. Keaton opened the door. Once he did, the stench came into the room. It smelled like burnt leather. Smoke billowed from a box on the front porch. My mate bent down and picked up the contents in the box and drew out a blackened head. When I saw the head, I screamed. It was Ivan. Keaton growled and threw the head outside. I cringed when he came in and slammed the door. It bounced back and reverberated throughout the house.

“Damn it, Trenton.”

“What happened? What’s the matter?”

“This is his answer to my proposal. Damn him!” At that instant, the phone rang. Keaton grabbed it. “Hello.”

His face morphed from that of the man into the monster. His fangs elongated and hung over his lips. His nose scrunched up and his eyes became slits. They went to a red hue. I watched his nails sharpen and darkness surrounded him. It pulsated and consumed the light. I understood now how the other vampires would be drawn to him, as that was the energy that I had tasted before. That he had talked about. I shrunk back into the landing.

“You didn’t have to kill him. I wanted to work this out. Trenton, we used to be friends.”

A chill went through me. Something else descended over the house. The shadows were growing. The darkness surrounded me. It was cold. I tried to fight it off.

“Keaton!” I cried.

“Madi,” He raced over to me, still clutching the phone

The shadows crept under my skin. They pulled at my flesh and wrenched at what was in me. The pain was excruciating. “Leave her alone. Trenton. She is my mate. I would never desecrate yours.”

The shadow fingers scraped along my face. And then they stopped. Keaton held out the phone to me.

“He wants to talk to you. He doesn’t believe me.”

I took the phone with shaking hands. “Hello.”

“So you’re Keaton’s whore.” The voice on the other end was suave.

“I’m not his whore. I’m his mate. He just wants you to leave me alone. Leave us alone and he will do the same.”

“If only that were the case. He’s self-righteous enough that he’ll hunt me down and slaughter me. But maybe we can come to some understanding.”

“What kind of understanding?”

“Meet me for a drink, and we’ll talk.”

Keaton ripped the phone from my hand. “You will never meet with her and talk. We will settle this another way.” He hung up the phone and gathered me in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

I sniffled. The impressions of the shadow fingers lingered on my flesh. “What was that? What did he do?

“He has more of the power of shadows than I do. It was one of his specialties. He must be close by or he wouldn’t have been able to get in. I’m sorry you’re in the middle of this war between us. I’ll take care of it once and for all. You’ll be safe here after you line the openings with salt. He won’t be able to get in. It will keep his evil out.”

“Won’t it keep you out, too?”

“That doesn’t matter. I can deal with that. As long as you’re safe and if you invite me into the room then I can come in. Come on. Let’s get away from here. Grab your things and we’ll go someplace else.”