The Vampire & the Reporter (6 page)

“Then I will have to prove to you that you need this just as much as I do.” His ravenous eyes feasted on her displa
yed breasts, her nipples pebbled under
his hungry gaze. “Your body gives you away. Even now your breasts beg for my touch, the feel of my teeth plucking those beautifully dark nipples.”

Kyra watched as Dumitri’s
settled on the bed bet
ween her parted legs. She
tugged frantically on the bindings as his clothing seemed to disintegrate from his muscled frame. With slow deliberateness he ran long fingers up her legs, tracing the contours of her body, up rounded hips, and still further past her slender waist.

“Should I give you what you
really
want?” His hot breath sent shivers over her sensitive flesh,
causing an instant reaction in
her body. She closed her eyes against the sight of him lingering just abov
e her aroused body, wishing
he wasn’t right.

Dear Go
d, she wanted him to taste her.
Wanted him
inside her
.
She’d seen him do some pretty fantastical things could he be influencing her too? Maybe that’s what it was some sort of vampire compulsion.

No I would never do that to you
.

The first contact of h
is swirling tongue on her nipple
had moisture
flooding her
core. He flicked the nipple with several swipes before clamp
ing his mouth over the distended
flesh.
Kyra groaned, biting into the soft mate
rial of the gag
. As if sensing her body’s instant reaction, he trailed one hand between her thighs and pushed a finger into her inviting channel, using his thumb to stimulate her clit.

His tandem manipulation made her breathing shallow. He slid another finger into her hot cunt, plundering her body with deep thrusts.

Dumitri lifted his head to watch her enjoy the pleasure his fingers were causing, his pulsing er
ection pressed
against the soft satiny sheets. How he wanted to bury himself inside her, to lose himself in the feel of her creamy, tight sheath, but he would have to wait until much later to take his pleasure.

“Should I stop, my sweet?”

Go to… h… ell
,
came the mental response, although her body’s reaction gave her away. Her undulating hips pushing off the bed urged him on.

He whipped the cloth from her mouth. “What was that?”

“I said… oooohhhhh.” She whimpered as a third digit was added to his finger
ing
.

He stopped.
“Tell me what you want.”

She cried out in protest at the abrupt halt of his m
inistrations. “Screw yourself,”
she bit out.

“Is that what you wish to see?” He eased his hips closer until his cock was mere
inches
from her hot
channel. He
grabbed
his shaft in one
hand, stroking it
slowly. He grew larger when she licked her lips absently; her gave focused on his movements.

Dumitri rubbed the tip of the heavy head agai
nst her dark folds, pushing
forward until he reached the slick
pink nubbin hidden away. He made
several measured strokes over her clit before he slipped partially into her welcoming tightness, pulling out only to
tease
her with several more unhurried strokes before sinking into her again. He alternated between the manipulations until she arched off the bed, the restraints pulling taut.

“You need only tell me what it is you want.” His strained voice revealed how torturous this game was even to him.

At her silence, he pulled away again leaving little room for contact. Kyra watched as he slowly undid the bindings on her ankles.
He couldn’t be giving up. Not now when her body throbbed so much. She caught her breath as he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, lifting her so far up that only her shoulders and head remained on the bed. She stared up at him, eyes wide, as his mouth clamped down on her hairless mound. She bucked against the currents that radiated through her body, only to have her hips secured in his strong hold. He tongued her with firm long strokes, all the while watching her with those predatory, glowing eyes.

“Tell me.” He ground against her dripping cunt. “I… I…”

He raised his head, blowing cool air on her bared flesh. “Tell me, my sweet.”

“I want you… damn you.”

Dumitri clucked his tongue at her response. “
I’m sure you can do better than
that.”

She cursed under her breath, uncertain if it were at him or her treacherous body.

“I want you, please.”

He licked her with one long drag of his tongue. “Do you want all of me, my sweet?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He loosened his hold, allowing her body to slide down to the bed again.

His throbbing veined cock was poised outside
her wet channel. “You are mine,
now and forever. Do you submit?”

She nodded. Couldn’t speak, only feel. Her entire body ached with need.

“You must say the words,” he growled. “Tell me and I will end the torment.”

“I submit to you, to whatever you want,” she whimpered in defeat.

Without further urging, he thrust into her, his stiff shaft driving
into her so completely she thought
he would reach her womb. He plowed her with deep repetitive thrusts, growling ownership over her body. She surprised herself by matching his movements, pound for delicious pound.

“Give yourself to me,” he groaned.

Not sure why she knew what he meant but too far gone to question herself, she bared her neck to him, wanting to feel the sinking of his fangs into her flesh. She didn’t have long to wait. He continued to ram his full length inside of her while drinking thirstily of her very essence.

“Oh
yes
!” She
yelled her completio
n to the heavens, her cunt
convulsing around him in a succession of throbs.

He came in a lon
g rush, filling her
as he buried himself deeply inside her greedy pussy. He was overcome with emotions he’d never thought to experience.

He made an incision in his wrist.

“Drink.” He offered her the open vein like the night before. He’d taken too much from her this evening, could tell that she was weak. Before she could protest, he pressed the open wound against her lips certain that she would be unable to resist the offered temptation. He was right. She drank from him with fervor, like a starving man sitting down to his first meal. His still erect cock jerked at the phenomenon of having her full lips sucking him. When he was certain she’d had her fill, he pulled away with only a whimper of protest from her.

“You got what you wanted. Will you let me loose now?” she said after several moments, pulling uselessly on her bound wrists.

“If you think that is all I want from you, then you have not been listening to a word I’ve said.”

“It’s you who hasn’t been listening. I won’t stay here with you and become some blood sucking creature of the night.”

He chuckled, “You’ve obviously seen one too
many of your human horror
films.”

“Enough to know that a stake to the heart will rid me of you.”

“Which is
as good of a reason as any to keep you
bound while I rest ton
ight,
meu dulciuri
. But to show
you that I am sensitive to your needs, I will not keep you in such an uncomfortable position.” As he spoke, the bindings on her wrist came loose. Kyra’s freedom was short lived as Dumitri enveloped both wrists easily within one hand, securing the material around her soft flesh to keep her hands together.

“You’re a bastard,” she spat.

“Actually no, my p
arents have been happily mated
for over two thousand years. In fact, they are very anxious to meet you.” He gathered her up in his arms, eyes closing but not before giving her a tender kiss on the forehead.

She stared at him. There was no way he could have fallen asleep that quickly. She watched for the rise and fall of his chest but saw no indication of movement. No soft breathing. His lips rested comfortably closed without the tiniest hint of flickering. For several minutes she continued her vigil waiting for him to end his sleeping ruse. Her heart hitched in her chest when he remained still. No one could keep still for that long or hold their breath for such an extended amount of time. His was a death sleep, but she knew he was very much alive. Kyra close
d her own eyes wishing for lethargy to take hold. She needed to forget, if only temporarily. Needed to forget all she’
d seen,
felt
and done
. Needed to forget the way her body betrayed her for his touch. Needed to forget the sweet taste of his blood on her lips.

She groaned. The thought of drinking blood should have been repulsive, but his was like an intoxicating elixir that she wanted to get drunk on.

Stop worrying yourself Kyra. Everything will be fine.

Her eyes snapped open only to see he hadn’t moved an inch.

“This is crazy,” she muttered to herself.

The throaty chuc
kle in her head sounded tired.

She rolled her eyes, even in sleep he was annoying.
You know I think you have this vampire thing backward, isn’t the night prime time for you?

Normally yes, but you are not the only one going through a change meu
dulciuri
. Each blood exchange transforms both our bodies into something more, better than we were before. Without each other it would not be possible.

I don’t understand.

You will, but for now sleep your body needs the rest.
One by one the torches went out,
until the room was pitch black
.

Kyra wanted to ask more but sudden tiredness tugged at her until she fell into the blissful net of oblivion.

Ch
apter Five

When Kyra awoke this time, there was no questioning the reality of the previous night. She knew the arms around her belonged to one Vilhelm Dumitri Dracul
. Part of her acknowledged
she should be frightened, angry even, instead of lying with him in utter darkness, reveling in the feel of his firm embrace.

Her bonds
were gone; she’d registered the fact
almost immediately. So he hadn’t really been worried about her taking retribution while he slept.

Cocky bastard
, she thought.
Speaking of which, one very large cock was pressed firmly against her back. Was he awake?

How can you expect a vamp to sleep with all the senseless prattle going on in your head. It is enough to wake the dead, least of all a sensitive immortal like myself.

Sensitive my foot, she retorted. And if my thoughts are bothering you so much, I can always go back to my room and
you can stay out of my head
.
She
moved to sit up but h
er head thumped soundly again
st something blocking her
.

“What the hell?”

Dumitri stiffened at her sudden exclamation.

S
he reached above her; her hands came
in contact with the same satin cushioning material that they laid on. “What is this?”

“Don’t panic, Kyra. It is only the covering.”

“Covering for what?” She tapped her knuckles against the material, feeling the hard barrier just underneath it.

Dumitri didn’t answer, but the obstruction in question receded away, revealing the lit chamber they’d made love in. She stiffened as the bed they lay on began to levitate, pushing them up out of the depths of the…

“
Coffin… you had me in a fucking coffin!” she yelled, bounding up and off the moving object.

She stood in the middle of the cool chamber, getting her first true glimpse at what she’d assumed was
only
a bed. Although larger than your standard coffin there was no mistaking what the thing was now.

“Kyra, there is no reason to become hysterical.” Dumitri rose slowly, reminding her of an old Bela Lugosi film. He swung his naked legs over the side of the now level surface.

“No reason to become hysterical? I could have suffocated in that thing.”