Redemption: My Vampire Lover Part #2 (A Dark Realm Novella Series) (6 page)

My hips met his movements and I groaned,
feeling the warmth of his manhood slide between my legs.

“I don’t want to control these feelings I
have for you.” He gathered me up in his arms. “I don’t know where
they came from. Maybe it was the wolf chant that did it. I don’t
know for sure, but I know I feel this.”

A slight smile crossed his lips. He embraced
me tightly and then picked me up in his arms.

I placed my hand over his heart. “True love,”
I whispered as the words expelled out of my mouth in the form of a
few short breaths.
Could it be?

“This can’t be wrong, Caroline. I don’t want
to deny the possibility of the love we can have. Say you
agree?”

“I think I already love you, Raphael. I’ve
never known anyone like you. You’re a glorious, magnificent
vampire.”

When I felt his easing himself into me, my
body melted. “Oh my god, yes,” I cried out. “Yes! Yes!” Wanting to
increase our pace, I started to ride him with a newborn intensity.
The warmth of his blood raced through my veins. “I’m yours,” I
cried out. “I’m yours!”

“Shh,” he said. “Don’t listen to my blood. I
don’t want you to be my servant or blood source. Equal.” With his
muscular arms, he brought me up and down a time or two, shifting
the rhythm of lovemaking to a slower urgency. “I want us to be
equals. I want to cherish this moment forever. I want to look in
your eyes as I’m inside you and know if we are never to be together
again we had this one moment, out here in this wasteland.”

“By this rock,” I purred, letting him assume
control.

“Not too fast, my sweet. Savor this
feeling.”

I smiled down into his striking, pale blue
eyes, watching how they glowed in the low light. His dark eyelashes
fluttered now and again, but he refused to take his eyes off of me
as we made love in such a desolate place. I grew hotter by the
minute witnessing the desire in his stare. I studied him. There was
an inherent strength in his features, almost a haughtiness I could
visualize him giving to others he disliked. For me, in that moment,
that strength was etched across his face with a look of devotion
and confidence I had never seen before. The turquoise blue in his
eyes brought out a growing passion I could see that was all for me.
This could be my destiny, being with this man forever. If I was
as bold as I had just been taking him in my hands, a future with
this vampire could be in my grasp. But it meant sacrificing
everything. Just for him.

When I felt myself about to climax, my head
fell backwards and I gave myself up to him completely. I let him
lead the way and delighted in the ecstasy of his deliberately slow
pace. Waves of warmth rushed through my body as I neared orgasm.
I’ll remember this moment forever.

“Slowly, my sweet. Slowly.”

I screamed the first time I came. His hands
rhythmically worked my hips up and down on his cock, refusing to
stop. He increased the speed of his movements ever so slightly. I
was helpless to stop his lovely hastened pace. My heart raced
rapidly and I wanted to slam my body into his, feverishly,
insanely, erotically like I was in control of him, like he was
there to please me and only me.

“Shhh,” he said. He gathered me close against
his chest. “That’s the blood talking. Don’t listen to that. It’ll
pass. Focus on this.” He pulled me upwards and let me slide down
again on his massive manhood. “Come for me again, Caroline.”

The muscles in his biceps bulged and flexed
as he sunk himself deeper into me.
Yes
, I sighed. “What
about you?” I asked, realizing he wasn’t at all worried about his
own satisfaction.

“This is about you.”

Once I came a second time, he caressed my
buttocks and cradled me in his arms. His gentle massage sent
currents of satisfied pleasure through me.

“Again?” I whispered in his ear.

“We have to get moving,” he replied. “Thank
you for asking, you were magnificent.”

I blushed and returned his hug, hoping to
stay forever in his protective arms. “I don’t know what came over
me.”

“Oh, I do,” he said. “I think you like my
blood. But it can be very dangerous if you listen to it. Don’t
listen to it if it tells you to do bad things. That’s the demon
side of me, not the warrior side. Do you understand?” Delicately he
kissed me on the nose.

I nodded, immediately afraid of how delicious
and addictive I could already tell his blood was. I wanted
more.

As he continued to hold me in his strong
arms, I rested my head against his strong shoulders and snuggled
into his neck. I also realized the enormous power of Raphael’s
blood. It had spurred my actions. I had never thrown myself at a
man like that. With Raphael, I hadn’t considered not assuming
control. He captivated me. He ignited my primal sexuality. I didn’t
regret it for one second. I’d savor the memories of our first
lovemaking as much as the taste of his blood. I also realized the
raw complication of Raphael being a vampire in a land of demons. He
was a good soul struggling daily with his inner duality, fighting
against the darkness that waited to take him if he allowed it. He
was at the front lines, keeping the darkness from consuming his
honor and humanity. And my mere presence had brought him to life. I
shuddered at the notion as I remained in his arms. I’d relive those
words of his for eternities. “
The minute I laid eyes on you, my
heart came to life. It beats now and it beats for you
alone
.”

I looked into his eyes, unashamed of my
nudity and sudden boldness. I met his gaze. His blood had shown me
his sadness, his longing, his search for something he thought he
could never have. Love. He was no different from me. He wanted the
same things I did. In that instance, as our bodies clung to one
another, I understood that I could unlock this man’s heart and
claim it for my own. The knowledge took my breath away.

Another surge of passion hit me. This one was
more intense than before. I couldn’t get enough. I lifted myself up
slightly in his arms, moving my hips against his member, hoping to
arouse him, hoping to tempt him again beyond all rational
thought.

“Again,” I purred. “Raphael, again,
please.”

He gazed at me with an expression of
dangerous desire and I felt like he was already making love to me
with his eyes or he was about to break me in half. I became
concerned.

“You tempt me to the brink of insanity. I’ll
never be able to say no to you.” His dark expression changed in a
blink of an eye and was replaced with one of undying, yet newfound
adoration for me. There was a pale blue lighting of amusement
behind his eyes. The magnitude of understanding how deadly and yet
how gentle he was sent shivers down my spine. He was truly an
enigma.

A vampire’s desire knows no bounds.

Out of nowhere, the Wolf’s words shot into my
mind.

Do you know what rules you are breaking?

For the second time, I refused to acknowledge
the Wolf’s threat. Instead I decided I could make my own future.
You, nor my father owns me
, I mentally replied.

I took Raphael’s ear lobe in my mouth and
gently caressed it with my tongue. The walls of my sex summoned his
manhood as I tightened around him, feeling his hot rigid
response.

I lowered my body over him as his rod impaled
me completely. Quickly I breathed in a soothing gasp of ecstasy.
This was glorious. His muscular body merged with my delicate one
perfectly. I raised myself to him, while he held me in his arms,
locking my legs around his rock-hard hips, letting my body decide
the rhythm of our lovemaking as I rode him.

“Yes,” he groaned, his cock pulsating in me.
My thrusts were hard, savage against his upper thighs. “This time
is for you,” I whispered with a sweet innocence that was quickly
leaving me. Under the red moon, I basked in the newly awakened
sense of life I felt, the confidence, the assurance that I was
indeed on the right path being here in this horrible place in this
vampire’s quite exquisite embrace. The delightful smell of his
masculinity hit my nostrils again. Nutmeg. Honey. Salt. I still
couldn’t define it, but I knew that smell. I knew I’d never forget
it, I mused. I breathed the scent of him in fully, hoping to steal
some away, hoping I’d have some clinging to my hair, my face, my
body so I could remember this moment forever. As if I’d be able to
ever forget…

Raphael leaned closer to me and buried his
head in my breasts. His hot breath seared my flesh. He swept his
moist tongue over my chest. A wave of bliss spread through me. Then
he covered my mouth hungrily. His kiss sent the pit of my stomach
into a wild swirl.

My nipples delicately grazed against his
smooth chest. As I gripped his broad shoulders, I continued my
rhythm, lifting myself up and then down on him. Up and down. It was
an intoxicating dance of desire and passion. I spread my legs wider
in his grasp. I didn't want it to end. The substantial length of
his cock gave me every luxury to take in every inch of him. He
kissed the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat and let out a
guttural growl that almost frightened me.

Then a silence surface in my veins, a dull
humming noise that blocked out Raphael’s moans of desire, a voice I
had never heard before.

Offer. Offer yourself to this vampire,
little wolf.

“Raphael, something is wrong,” I said, not
being able to hear my voice.

I saw Raphael’s lips moving as he sat me down
on the ground and situated his clothes. He reached for me, but I
tripped over his coat and fell forward up against the rock. I
blacked out.

The voice returned. A sea of red piercing
lights invaded my eyes. I had lost sight of Raphael or where I was.
I saw nothing, but red and heard nothing but a sinister voice.

Small wolf. Small disgusting, dirty little
whore of a wolf. You will worship this vampire. You will give him
your blood or I will destroy you. Do as I say. Do you hear me? Do
as I say.

“Raphael, Raphael!” I screamed. I cried out
Raphael’s name over and over, praying I could break the hold this
creature had on me.
Was this his blood talking to me?
Raphael!

***

When I came to, Raphael had wrapped me up in
his coat. The red moon’s light shown on his face and I was so happy
to see him. I buried my body in his embrace. “Thanks be to the Moon
Goddess, it’s you.”

“What happened?” he snapped.

His intense anger scared me and I flinched.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled and moved away from me as I realized my
head was hurting.

He sighed loudly. “I apologize. Tell me what
happened,” he said more calmly. He situated me up against the rock
like I was a china doll, fussing over his coat I wore as he
struggled to cover me completely in it.

“Someone started talking to me, telling me to
offer myself to you. It called me a dirty little whore of a wolf.”
I held my head in my hands. I couldn’t stop the rising pain.

“What’s wrong?” Raphael asked.

“My head. Did I hit something?”

“The rock when you fell. Let me look.” He
crouched near me and examined my forehead. “You’re bleeding.” He
paused for a moment, and then added, “That’s a bad gash.”

“I think I’m going to pass out now.” My
vision became to swim and images of Raphael before me
multiplied.

“Wait, hold on. Don’t do that.” He flashed
his fangs suddenly at me and sank his teeth into the palm of his
hand.

My eyes widened and it was probably the only
thing keeping me alert, seeing the severity of the bite. Blood shot
forth and spilled over his hand.

“Hold still and breathe please.”

I let Raphael put his bloody hand to my
temple. My eyesight danced before me and played tricks on me. I saw
two rocks, then four, three red moons, then a few more.
Passing
out would be a good idea
, I thought to myself.
Passing
smooth out.

“Caroline, you’re going to feel this rush,
this insanely rapid rush. Hold onto me. Here, grab my arm.”

The minute Raphael said ‘arm,’ I felt my body
zoom to the top of the moon and then fly back down again. My head
didn’t hurt anymore and a feeling of euphoria took me over, divine,
lovely bliss.

“Wow.” I paused as another wave of energy hit
me. “Wow!”

“Keep breathing. Caroline, listen to me.
Channel that energy. Channel it into defending yourself. The
hellhounds aren’t far now. Remember. I’m on your side. Rein those
hormones in now, my sweet. We must move!”

He picked me up and dusted me off.

I watched as he buttoned his overcoat around
me. Another feeling was surfacing. I twitched my nose
disapprovingly. “Phooey.” Playfully I smiled up at him as he
wrapped his overcoat around me. “I’m not a mare, Raphael. I’m a
tiger and I wanna roar. Roar.”

“We’ll play circus later, Tiger lady.”
Raphael scratched his head as he stared at me.

I whispered the word again. “Roar.” I held up
my hands like I was showing off a set of claws.

“Oh damn it,” I heard Raphael say.

“What’s going on?” I screamed. My eyes
widened when I witnessed that I did have claws, long ivory Wolfen
claws, claws that I was showing off to the red moon above.

“You drank too much I suspect. I told you
just a few drops. Or maybe my healing that bump on your head.” His
voice was laced with a tone of alarm as he wrung his fingers a time
or two through his hair. “This is not good.”

A second overwhelming jolt of electricity
slammed into me again, more intense than before. I screamed again.
I ripped Raphael’s coat from my body and this time fell into a heap
at Raphael’s feet. My back arched into a high forward bend. My
muscles flexed and expanded. I felt the soreness from my shifting
into a wolf earlier tear past any point I thought possible. My
arms, legs, calves, all my extremities increased to a
well-proportioned size.