The Chosen Sin (21 page)

To seal the deal, she reached between their bodies and found his cock through the fabric of his boxer shorts. She took the long, thick length against her palm and stroked it from tip to base, until he shuddered.

“Daria, I can't resist you when you do this.” He sounded desperate and heavy with lust, his voice little more than a groan.

I know,
she whispered in his mind.

He growled like the vampire he was, with a low and feral sound. His hand plunged between her legs to stroke and tease. Daria lost her hold on his throat and threw her head back on a moan.

His mouth closed around one nipple, then the other, sucking and gently biting. Daria struggled to gain control over herself, but couldn't stop the snap and twist of her hips as she rocked her cunt against his caressing hand. She wanted him inside her more than she wanted anything else in the world at that moment.

“Alejandro,” she groaned, her fingers curling around his cock. “Please.”

He yanked his boxers down to his knees, forced her thighs apart and thrust inside her roughly, impatiently to the base of him. The length and breadth of him stretched her deliciously, stroking deep places inside her that hadn't had attention in a long, long time.

She squirmed for a moment beneath him, her cunt crammed full with his cock. It was such a possession to have him inside her this way, like he owned every inch of her. She shivered.

She liked it.

Alejandro remained unmoving for a long moment, hovering over her and staring down into her heavy-lidded eyes. He murmured her name like a prayer, pulled out, and thrust back in. She closed her eyes, and stars exploded on the back of her eyelids. Orgasm poured through her body, dragging her into a sea of pleasure.

He took her hard and fast, pinning her to the bed as he slammed into her over and over. The slapping sound of skin on skin filled the room. Her climax went on for a deliciously long time, her cunt pulsing around his shaft that moved pistonlike within her. It wasn't long before his cock jumped inside her and she felt him come.

Together they lay tangled on the bed, a mess of intertwined limbs. Her body tingled nicely in places that couldn't remember the last time they'd received such erotic attention. She could tell she'd be sore in the morning, since Alejandro was not a small man . . . in any way.

And she wanted him again. Just the thought of it made her shiver.

Alejandro wrapped his arms around her and rolled to the side, taking her with him. She ended up with her legs still straddling his muscular waist, his cock still buried deep within her. His mouth found hers, his lips skating softly across hers. A sigh released itself from her throat and she tightened her arms around him.

“Again,” she murmured against his lips. “Fuck me again, Alejandro.”

He shifted his hips, showing her that he hadn't lost his hardness. It was a trait of some Chosen males, and one she was currently very happy Alejandro possessed.

“You're still veil affected.”

She ran her hand down his hip and over one nice, muscular buttock. Squeezing, she pushed him against her. “Alejandro, I need to sate myself with you. Don't deny me.”

He traced her collarbone with his index finger. “You're going to hate me in the morning.”

“I don't care about the morning.”

“I do.” In one smooth, powerful move, Alejandro pulled out and flipped her. She scrambled for a moment facedown on the bedcover, surprised at the show of speed and strength that had so suddenly gotten her there. Then he grabbed her by the thighs and dragged her over the mattress to fit his cock once again to her pussy.

Her fingers curled into the blankets in anticipation, but she never expected the touch of his finger to her anus. She jerked on the mattress in surprise.

He clamped down on her, preventing her from moving away. “Hush, Daria, it's all right. Have you ever been touched here before?”

“No.”

“A lover has never awoken all these sensitive nerves?” he purred as he stroked her.

Daria shivered in pleasure as her cunt suddenly gushed with moisture. There were, indeed, many nerves there. All of them felt delicious when stimulated.

“None of your lovers have ever penetrated both places at once, sweet Daria? Fucked your cunt and your ass at the same time? Tell me it isn't so.”

Again, alarm flared through her briefly, but it was no match for her arousal. “No.”

“What sort of men have you been with that they wouldn't do such a simple and pleasurable thing for you?” His silken voice rolled over her as he gathered slickness from her cunt and rubbed it over her anus. Slowly, carefully, he slipped a finger inside her.

She tensed. “Alejandro!”

“Relax, Daria. Just relax and let me do as I wish. I promise you will not be sorry.”

He worked the digit back and forth, making a low moan rip from her throat. Then he added another, stretching those muscles that had never been stretched and stimulating her into nearly climaxing.

“Ah, you like it. I thought you would, Daria,” he whispered in a ragged, aroused voice. “I like it, too. I like it because it is the ultimate domination.” He paused. “You like it for that reason, too, I would guess.”

He was right. Alejandro sliding into that most private, vulnerable part of her body
was
the ultimate domination.

“Now, feel what double penetration is.” He eased two fingers into her cunt and thrust back and forth out of each orifice at the same time. It was . . . indescribable to have both places filled and stimulated at the same time. Overwhelming. He possessed every intimate inch of her.

“Oh, yes, baby, you like that, don't you? One day I want you tied up and at my mercy,
querida
. I want to fill this pretty little ass of yours and fuck your cunt at the same time.”

His language, coarse as it was, made her shudder with pleasure. The image his words brought up made her body shiver on the edge of a climax.

“That's it, Daria. Come for me.” He thrust into her ass and cunt over and over and she surrendered herself completely to the erotic bliss of it.

Daria clawed at the blankets as he rocked her body back and forth on the mattress. Her orgasm exploded over her, making her writhe and cry out his name. She gushed over his hand, her cunt gripping and releasing his invading fingers. Daria didn't think she'd ever come so hard.

Then, before the tremors of her climax had completely faded, his cock was deep inside her cunt.

But this time he took her slow.

Alejandro withdrew and thrust in again so leisurely she could feel every inch of his shaft as it glided inside her. With a strong grip, he held her hips, keeping her from moving as he slowed his pace even more.

God, he wanted to drive her crazy. That had to be it.

Yet he knew what he was doing, knew that the slow thrust of his cock was priming her body for another powerful climax. The man could play her body like a fine instrument, it seemed. He knew just which notes to play for greatest effect.

She clawed at the sheets in front her. “Faster,” she pleaded. She knew he was building her up for a mind-numbing orgasm, but the time it would take to get there would kill her.

He jabbed into her in response. “No. I want you slow this time. I like the way you look in the moonlight, Daria. The arch of your back, and the curve of your hip. You're beautiful.” He said it like he meant it, and, ridiculously, it made tears prick her eyes. “I won't go faster, not yet. I want to savor you.”

Her breath hissed out of her as she found herself once again impaled and at Alejandro's mercy. She
liked
being at his mercy . . . at least in bed. She also liked the slide of his cock into her sex. Every inward stroke brushed the head against some sensitive point of pleasure deep inside her.

Alejandro bent over her body, still shafting her slowly enough to make her lose her mind, and kissed the nape of her neck. She shuddered at the way his body pinned her and how his lips brushed her skin so gently, so . . .
lovingly
. Something within her twinged a little, longed for that kind of touch more often in her life. Maybe even longed for it from him.

He trailed his tongue down her spine as far as he could, leaving goose bumps in his wake. Then he slipped his hand between her abdomen and the mattress, delving down to find her clit and tease it.

His fingers slipped over the bundle of nerves, rotating and pressing until her body quickened and her breath came in little pants. She tried to push up, but he kept her prone.

“Come for me again,” he murmured. “I want to feel you come,
mi amante
.”

As if purely on his command, she shattered once more. A primal yell ripped from her throat as another, far more powerful climax poured through her body. On the heels of her release, Alejandro found his. He groaned low and whispered her name as he spilled inside her for the second time that night.

After they'd tumbled together onto the mattress and lay for a few minutes, catching their breath, Alejandro rolled to the side, pulling her to curl against his body. Irrationally, she missed his cock when it pulled from her. Missed that intimate connection.

He didn't stop touching her, even though they'd made love twice. His hand caressed her breasts slowly, teasing her nipples, dipped between her thighs to slick over her folds and over her sated, swollen clit. Soon lust tightened her body again and he brought her to another lusciously slow climax with his fingers—this one softer than the others.

Once she'd stopped shuddering and sighing against him, he cupped her face between his palms and kissed her for a long time. His lips skated lovingly over hers, his teeth nipped and his tongue stole within to brush against hers. The man almost kissed well enough to bring her to climax a fourth time.

Gentled by the residual effects of Alejandro's veil, Daria allowed it all. He touched her so much, it was like Alejandro needed the contact and assumed tonight would be the only night he'd ever get it. The thought fought its way through the haze of satisfied lethargy that had stolen over her body and mind.

She needed it, too.

When he'd finished making love to her mouth and nuzzling her throat, he pulled the blankets up over both of them and curled himself protectively against her. “Sleep now, Daria. When you wake, you'll be in control of all you faculties again.”

Was there a note of regret in his voice? Daria had only a few moments to consider it before the heavy hands of sleep pulled her under.

 
CHRISTOPHER Alexander Julian Sante did not have the ability to recognize someone by the scent of their blood alone like some other Chosen did. Nor did he have the ability to taste a person's blood and tell their secrets, as he'd bluffed in Alejandro's room.

But he still knew a lie when he saw one.

It wasn't that the surgery that Daria Moran had undergone was ineffective. On the contrary, if he hadn't at one time been so in love with Daria, he never would have been clued in to her true identity. She looked nothing like she had.

And he'd never suspected from the scent of them that they weren't actually mates. In that area, they'd done a good job. She and Alejandro were probably sleeping together.

Still, there'd been no way for him to mistake Daria. None.

He entered his house and closed the door behind him. The guards had left him near the entrance of his property and he'd walked up the drive in the early morning, deep in thought. Making his way upstairs, he replayed the events of the evening in his mind.

At one time he'd fancied himself so incredibly in love with Daria Moran that he'd memorized every inch of her body, every whisper of motion she made—from the way she tilted her head to the side when she was interested in something to the little hitch in her breathing when she was aroused.

He'd been watching the couple from the shadows ever since they'd arrived. The surgery hadn't changed Daria's mannerisms—the way she tilted her head, how her lips quirked in a smile, the exact way she gestured with her hands when she was upset or excited.

And he'd suspected.

Then last night at the party it had been one single movement of her right foot—an inch forward—as she shifted her weight
just so
. That gesture had cemented his suspicions even further. The movement had brought memories rushing back, filling his mind with Daria. The motion had been so
her
that it had made his heart ache.

And that was it. He'd arranged the visit to their room under the false pretense of the accusation in an effort to catch them unaware. His intention had been to study Valerie closer, to put his suspicion to rest one way or the other.

How she'd shifted and sighed. The way her face had slackened when she'd grown aroused under Alejandro's touch. How she'd moved and breathed—
Daria
. It was all Daria. It had brought the past crashing into him and even, for a fleeting moment, made him miss her, long for her.

He'd always known that Alejandro had wanted Daria. It had always been clear in the heat of his gaze when he'd looked at her that the man had coveted her. If the display they'd shown him just now was any indication, the lust was reciprocal. The heat that had come off Alejandro and Daria could scorch an observer at twenty paces. They were clearly having sex, at the very least. Perhaps they were even in love.

He'd seen love in Alejandro when he'd touched her.

A ghost of jealousy raised its head, but he knew it was just habit. He still cared for Daria, but that part of his life was over now and he'd put Daria behind him with it. After the incident, he'd mourned the loss of her. He'd been depressed by the knowledge of how much she hated him. But as the years had passed, he'd relinquished her hold on his heart and moved on. These days he had a new love, the last love he would ever have in his life.