Vampire Awakening (7 page)

He nudged his foot between her calves. “Now spread your legs a little more for me.” He moved closer, reaching the towel up to her hands and began drying her skin. He kept his movements deliberately slow and controlled, drawing out the sensation of soft cotton across slick skin. He stroked the towel down her arm and back, admiring the sleek curves, feminine musculature, and the kissable ivory skin he couldn’t keep his hands from. Not to mention the unique scent she gave off every time he came near her. She was spicy and sweet with an underlying tone of something much darker.

As he traveled south with the towel, she shifted closer, pushing herself into his hands when he reached her round, delectable ass. Holding back a moan, he slid his fingers through the crease while images of his finger fucking the tight hole swamped his brain. Later, he reassured himself. They had plenty of time. When a breathy sigh escaped her, Caleb knew she was his totally and unconditionally, even if she didn't quite know it yet.

“Turn around, Abby.”

“Yes, Caleb.” Her response went straight to his dick.

She turned and faced him, her plump breasts brushing against his chest, hard nipples poking at his shirt. His body clenched, need surged through him. On a deep breath, Caleb dug deep for that extra ounce of restraint that would keep him from pushing her against the wall and pounding his dick into her sweet pussy while burying his fangs in her neck, satisfying all of his urges.

As he rubbed her front dry, her limbs trembled with every caress until he could take no more. Dropping the towel to the shower floor, he placed his hands on her shoulders, applying enough pressure for her to understand his intent and move downward. With the instinct of a natural submissive, she sank to her knees with no protest.

She looked up at him with expectant eyes. “May I?” Just the fact that she asked drove him closer to the edge as he nodded his ascent. She reached for his buckle, and with the hands of an expert, she quickly unfastened his pants before sliding them down his legs. Stepping out of them, he swallowed hard and kicked the offending clothing to the side. Needing more freedom from the heat and need threatening to suffocate him, he swiped his shirt over his head and threw it alongside his jeans. With nothing but a pair of boxer briefs separating her mouth from his dick, he quickly freed his cock with one hand while wrapping the other around the back of her head.

“Suck my cock, Abby.”

Abby shivered at his command. The more demanding he grew the more excited she became. It seemed impossible, but his gruff actions made her feel wanted—needed. She licked her lips, all too aware how badly she wanted this. If he hadn’t made the request she’d have begged for a taste on her own. Her mouth watered at the sight of his erection. Dear God, he looked even better than she remembered from last night, all velvety skin over iron hard muscle. Tentatively touching the waistband of his briefs, her heart beat rapidly as she peeled them the rest of the way down his legs. Caleb’s thick length jerked upward when her hand accidentally brushed the base. Her sex squeezed with the longing for him to be inside her again. She could hardly wait.

When her hand encircled the girth again, she was amazed by the size. Lust for more of him filled her as she glanced up to see his eyes flicker closed. Was it possible to come just watching his pleasure?

Opening her mouth, she edged forward, sliding his cock head between her lips. Her tongue skimmed the sensitive underside of the shaft as his fingers tangled inside her hair, pulling her farther onto him. The salty taste of his pre-cum exploded on her tongue as he nudged the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat to prevent her gag reflex from kicking in, and allowed more of him inside. Before she could swallow, he withdrew all but the tip.

She glanced up, snared by the intensity in his gaze.

With a groan and a thrust, he plunged back into her mouth, allowing her tongue to swirl and suckle his flesh. Push. Pull. Her sex clenched multiple times as he continued fucking her mouth, driving her mad with the need to satisfy him. Her own pleasure built along with his, allowing her to accommodate more of his length.

“Oh, shit! You're going to make me come.” His grip tightened on her hair. “Swallow,” he commanded.

Her stomach jolted, catching her momentarily off guard. She wanted this from him—more than she wanted anything. Her fingers curled around his tightened scrotum, rubbing the softer skin and globes within. His cock swelled and pulsed with each brush against her tongue. His hands tugged on her hair, pulling so tight her eyes watered. He was losing it. On the verge of losing her own mind, Abby sucked hard.

“Ahh.” His final groan bounced against the walls as his cock erupted, hot streams of cum spurting into her mouth. Determined to draw out the pleasure, she continued to suckle and stroke as his body shook through the release. Her pussy contracted, coating her sex with moisture while she took in every last drop. Abby moaned around him. She couldn’t get enough. The whisp of need she’d nursed earlier had morphed into full-blown desperation to be taken by the still hard cock she‘d wrapped her lips around.

Caleb sensed the depth of her need. It called to him like an irresistible siren song. He pulled her head back, forcing her off his dick to look him in the eyes. The dark depths of amethyst mesmerized him. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her neck and drink his fill. His mind screamed it was time.

Not just mark her but
claim
her. Unable to resist the pull, he leaned down and nipped her shoulder

“You’re such a sweet girl, Abby. Too sweet.”

“I’m not that sweet,” she told him.

He reached under her arms and pulled her to her feet. The musky scent of her arousal obliterated his resistance. He pushed his hand between her legs to the soft, soaked pussy waiting for him.

“You smell sweet,” he murmured before pushing two fingers in her opening.

She gasped in his ear, the sound as full of desperation as he felt.

“Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He stabbed his fingers in and out, hard and ruthless as the grip on his sanity loosened.

Abby gripped his shoulders and tilted her hips to give him better access. He circled her clit with his thumb, taking the opportunity to push her as close to the edge as she could get without going over it.

She had yet to tell him. “You want me to stop?”

She shook her head against his chest, her nails digging into his muscle.

A guttural groan escaped his throat. “Then tell me now, dammit!” Before he went fucking crazy and did something they would both regret. Only her submission would hold back the demon that surely possessed him.

She lifted her head, looking him in the eye. “I want you, Caleb. Please fuck me.”

His heart stuttered at her words. They were perfect. How could this be happening? His little mortal with the perfect voice matched him in every way. No, this could not be possible. He released his fingers, bringing them to his lips. Her scent and taste were intoxicating, making him crazy, and his dick thickened for more. In a move too fast to allow a protest, he turned her in his arms and pushed her against the shower wall. He lifted her leg and cradled it in the crook of his arm, opening her wide. With one hand, he lined up the head of his erection at the entrance of her pussy. He stilled, delaying the pleasure they both sought from the other. Abby whimpered, bringing a sure smile to his face. To stop any protest he captured her lips in a heated kiss at the same time he drove his length deep inside her. She gasped and he swallowed the sweet sound.

His control broken, Caleb drove into her over and over again until she shook in his arms. Her inner muscles gripped him each time he withdrew as if protesting his withdrawal. The snug fit drove him into a frenzy as his climax drew near. He deepened the kiss to an almost brutal taking as he pounded into her.

Finally, when the pleasure grew almost unbearable he broke their kiss and buried his face in heated skin of her neck. Her pulse pounded at his lips, all but begging him to take what he needed.

“Come,” he growled without removing his mouth.

The moment she succumbed to the abyss of pleasure, Caleb struck, piercing the supple skin to the rich, blood filled vein below. He drank deep, giving into the clutching muscles of her pussy as she milked him dry. Her entire body shook with the force of her climax until Caleb was convinced they were both going to die from the sheer intensity.

Somehow, he managed to pull his mouth free and lick the marks he’d left behind. By morning, they’d be invisible to the human eye but for him and others of his kind, they were there forever.
His
.

He held her close to him for several minutes, reluctant to let her go. If he had his way he’d be inside her as much as possible for the rest of their lives. Caleb reared back. She was human. He would never be allowed to keep her. Unless…

“That was unbelievable,” she blurted, halting his thoughts in their tracks.

“That’s what happens when you tease a man like that. Do you have any idea what a turn on it is to find you with your fingers in your pussy?”

Her mouth dropped open and Caleb laughed. “It’s a little late for outrage don’t you think?”

“Actually, I was just wondering how soon I could do it again. I mean, if this is what I get in return, I might start masturbating all the time.”

The smile on her face melted what little restraint he still possessed. He scooped her into his arms and carried her in the direction of the bedroom.

“You’ve done it now,” he warned before dropping her onto the bed. “This is going to be one very long and delicious night, darlin’.”

Chapter Four

The afternoon sun streaming in her face woke Abby from a deep sleep. The damn dream again. She lay there repeating it over and over in her mind. One word.
Awaken
.

How the hell was she supposed to know what that meant? The voice in her head had turned relentless despite the dreams of Caleb that had captivated her. His attention to pleasure amazed her so much so… Her eyes popped open. He had bitten her. Her hand flew to the spot on her neck and felt for a sign it had been more than a dream. Nothing. But it had all seemed so real. There had been a brief moment of sharp pain followed by a rush of fiery pleasure that consumed her. Abby gasped at the memory as her sex tightened and her breasts ached all over again. Lust and hunger swept through her. She needed…

Abby rolled to the opposite side of the bed and landed on the cold empty spot where Caleb should have been. It only took her a split second to realize that he’d once again left her in the night. Almost a week of nightly mind blowing sex and he still left every morning before she woke. So strange.

Stretching her arms and legs, she reveled in the complete soreness and satisfaction of her body. She'd never considered a man could last that long or that many times, for that matter. But Caleb's hunger for her was insatiable, and she loved every minute of it.

Right now though, she desperately needed caffeine. She eased off the bed and sought her robe and slippers. As she headed toward the kitchen, the aroma of her desperate craving hit her square in the gut. Caleb was a coffee god and brewing some right now. She walked through the door with a silly smile plastered across her face, thrilled he had finally stayed for a morning after and there was coffee involved. She stopped short. The room was empty. But her coffee maker percolated with a piece of paper propped against it. With heavy steps she moved closer and picked up the scrawled note.

I set the timer on the coffee maker, thinking you might appreciate some when you woke this afternoon. Last night was incredible. I’ll see you tonight at the club.

Abby rolled her eyes. Well, a note was an improvement. She poured herself a steaming cup of java and settled in at the breakfast bar with the morning paper he'd also left waiting for her. She made repeated attempts to read the headlines but couldn't stop thinking about her dream and what it was supposed to mean. She'd thought about taking off days ago, but every night Caleb had come to her, and she found his lust and hunger impossible to resist. They aligned so well together she'd finally decided to quit fighting it and see where it went. At the very least, she deserved a shot at happiness. Setting her cup on the bar, she spied the white envelope peeking out from under a stack of unopened mail. She'd almost forgotten where she’d put the photo and what it could still signify if she chose to follow the trail. 
Answers
.

She pulled the photograph from the envelope and set it on the counter in front of her. Sipping from her mug, she thought again about going to Savannah. It seemed a long shot, but the voice in her head wanted her to remember something. She put her head in her hands. Focusing on her memory, she took a deep breath and concentrated. As usual after a few minutes of intense breathing and concentration, she gained nothing but the start of a burning headache at the base of her skull. Frustrated, she pushed the photo back in the envelope and went to get dressed. Her shift at the Drummer started in a couple of hours, and she wanted to get there early tonight. She needed to talk to her boss about some time off.

* * * * *

Caleb woke with a start. Tangled in the sheets of his bed, he recalled the endless hours of restless sleep he'd endured. His instincts had hummed all day long, telling him something was up. It was times like these that proved just how dangerous caring for a human could be. Before long, he wouldn’t be able to hide exactly what he was. At least not without hurting her. That thought drove him crazy.

His beautiful human needed protection from the dark. She was safe from his cousin during the day, as he too suffered the same lethargy during daylight that forced them to sleep or at the very least rest to restore their energy levels. He kicked clear of the bedding and padded to the closet to dress for the night. Speaking of… His cousin was close. He could sense it.

First things first. He scooped his cell phone from the dresser and punched in the number for Abby. He impatiently listened to each ring until it finally rolled over the voice mail. Fuck! Checking the time, he confirmed she’d already be working her shift and not carrying her phone. Unfortunately, the tingling at the base of his skull served as a constant reminder that something was up, and he needed to know she was okay.