vampireinthebasement (7 page)

Instantly, Tris regretted not having her touch him. He got up and propelled himself across the room. He had to think.
What is it about her that has me so flustered? Why does she stir these buried longings?
Should I tell her about my darkened past?
He ran his fingers through his loose hair. Hatred and longing wound through him. Tris glanced at her and wanted to tell her about his past and also take her head. The conflicting emotions raced through him and when he thought just about her, he needed to know more about her. When he thought about other vampires, he still wanted to take their heads. His fingers brushed over the wounds on his wrist. They
twinged
, but they had already scabbed over. He gritted his teeth and stared at Daniella. She was anxiously waiting for him to say something. When he looked at her, he saw a beautiful woman and not a vampire that he wanted to kill. Maybe it was something she had done to him, but all his instincts said that was not true.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on what his angelic senses said. They said not to trust her, but he had been ordered to watch over her. Something about her was different, and that intrigued him. It might not be what the others saw, but there was something. And there was his attraction to her. Tris took another breath, opened his eyes, and looked at her again. Those innocent eyes and all her curves only made him want to know her more and explore her flesh. The frustration of everything rolled through his mind. He was tired of keeping it all buried. He was tired of fighting. He was just so tired.

“You remember when Joe told you that he was an angel?”

“Yeah.”

“What he didn’t tell you is that all of us here in the house are angels too.”

Daniella snorted. “You’re an angel? I can’t see that.”

He figured that she would not believe him, so he willed his wings into view so that she could see them. The light was eclipsed by the shadow of his wings. He did not bother to look at them. All his feathers except for a very few were black. He was ashamed to look upon them. Seeing them brought it all back. “Believe me now?”

Daniella stood up and touched one of them. Her soft caress, along the ridge of his wing, made him shiver with anticipation. “Yes. I believe you. Why are your wings black?”

“You said that I was hurt by someone. You were right. Her name was
Caillech
. She was a beautiful red-haired siren who I was enamored with. I observed her from Heaven. All I wanted to do was be with her, no matter what the cost. I gave up Heaven and fell to Earth to become her lover. She fed from me, did things to me that I never assumed were possible, and awoke my passion for the flesh. The longer I was with her, the more I used my abilities for darkness. I coerced people, helped her feed and murder. The longer I was with her, the more my heart was twisted. My wings turned black, with only a few feathers remaining white.
Caillech
was working for the
Grigori
, sent out to lure angels and transform them into being Lucifer’s henchmen. The one thing I needed to do was kill a person; taking a life would’ve been the ultimate evil. I saw the error of my ways and staked her through the heart. Joe found me on the precipice of truly falling. He said I could never go back to Heaven because of the things I had done, but I could still do some good. I could rid the world of vampires. I could take out my guilt and hatred on them. I’d become a Fallen angel, an angel not able to stay in Heaven, but one who still had its powers. It was that, or he would’ve killed me. I took the better offer. Soon my guilt turned into hatred. My regret and love turned to horror at what I had done. For these past six hundred years, I’ve been slaughtering vampires. Lori became my partner, and three hundred years ago we were paired with the H’s. So we became a squad.”

Daniella stood up on tiptoe and took his face in her hands. Her skin was cool, and the crimson was creeping back into her eyes. “I’m sorry you were hurt so. No one deserves to go through that. I understand why you don’t trust me. Nonetheless, I appreciate that you’ve told me your story.”

“Tell me how come you’re able to withstand the hunger of the vampires? You’re still hungry, but you’re not pouncing on me.”

She sighed. “I don’t know. It’s been that way ever since I was turned. I think it’s one of the reasons why I can’t ride the shadows. I feel them creep over me, but nothing happens. I can go longer without drinking than the others can.
Balthus
thought it was a great asset, but the others in the nest hated it and ridiculed me for it.”

“You need to finish feeding and then I can leave you for the night.”

She bit her lip and railed her finger over his lips. He sucked in a breath and felt his cock firm. “Are you sure about that? There’s one other thing I feel when I touch you.”

“What is that?” Tris was already taken by her charms. She was right. His walls had come down.

She pulled his face down to hers until their lips were only millimeters from meeting.
“Desire.”

* * * *

Daniella pressed her mouth against Tris’s. Once she did, the passion that surged through her was enough to make her fangs ache. His barriers were down, and she could see into his soul. No matter how much Tris tried to keep her out, there was no denying his attraction to her. His blood had awakened the same feelings inside of her. Ever since her dream, she could not push aside the passion he stirred in her. The feelings were burning through her, and they would consume her soon. Tris stiffened at her touch, but he did not push her away. It took him a moment before he kissed her roughly, bruising her lips from the force. He scooped her up and supported her ass with one hand while the other glided along her nape. His fingers threaded into her hair. Tris slipped his tongue between her lips and ran it along her teeth. Daniella wound her fingers through his blond mane and felt the cool breeze of his wings as they surrounded them. Once they closed upon them, she pulled away. It felt as though her heart pounded from the exhilaration, but she knew it was only her hunger calling to her once more.

“Did I hurt you?” Tris gulped in the air.

“No.” She searched his eyes and saw his enflamed desire. “Tell me what you want.” Daniella kissed his cheek lightly and flicked her tongue over his flesh until she came to his neck. Her tongue wound over the spot on his throat where his blood was so close to the surface. She could taste it. The urge to sink her fangs into his flesh nearly overtook her, but she suppressed it. Her fangs tingled. Her need to slack her thirst was great, but she realized it was spurred on by the desire that had her in its grips. She ran her tongue over his neck once more, tasting the salt on Tris’s skin and something that reminded her of cotton candy. It was so sweet. Daniella wondered if it was just him, or if other angels tasted like that too. Her fangs grew a little at the thought of his blood. Before she could plunge her teeth into his flesh, Tris yanked her head back and stared at her.

“You want to know what I
want?
”

“Yes.”

“Bite me.”

He likes it? It must be something he got off on from the other vampire.
Her eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

Tris arched his neck, making it ever so much more appetizing. “Take your fill.”

The hunger nearly got the better of her, but she did not want to start something and not know if they would finish it. Daniella shimmed against him and felt the bump of his cock straining to be released. She slid her hand down his chest and rubbed it. “Do you want this too?”

He groaned. “Yes.”

She placed a kiss over his throat. “Then let me down and strip.”

Tris unfurled his wings, and they disappeared. Seeing it reminded her that he was an angel besides being a vampire hunter.
Could this really be happening; I’m going to have a tryst with an angel? If
Balthus
finds me now, will he kill me
?
Will Tris kill me if that happens? Will this brief moment of passion lead anywhere?
Even if it did not lead to anything else except this one moment, she wanted to take advantage of it. His blood was different than anything she had tasted before. It was heavier and spicier than human blood. It made her stronger, and it increased her longing for him that he had opened himself to her.

Tris pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. Daniella lifted hers off and let it fall too. She stared at his sculpted chest and the six-pack of abs and licked her lips. He was one fine specimen. One man she definitely yearned to sink her teeth into. She took off her bra and let that tumble to the floor. He sucked in a breath and bent his head to her breast. His lips were soft against her body, yet wanting. She trailed her fingers over his chest, but he bit down on her nipple. Daniella could not stop her moan. He bit down harder and she arched her back, pressing her body against his. Daniella raked her fingers down his spine and undid the zipper on his pants. She kissed his forehead and his cheek until he pulled away from her breast so that she could look into his eyes.

“I need you.”

He nodded, lost in a haze. Tris took off his shoes and pants. She shimmied out of her jeans. His cock rested against his thigh straight and thick, waiting to be fucked. Daniella took it between her hands and stroked him, feeling the softness of the skin that she had only felt once in her dreams. Before she could handle him anymore, Tris picked her up and the world turned. She found herself restrained underneath him on one of the exercise mats on the floor. He pinned her hands above her head and nestled his head between her breasts kissing, biting at her flesh. Daniella squirmed underneath him, needing to have him inside of her. She ran the soles of her feet over his firm ass and wound her legs through his. He kissed down her stomach before releasing her hands and stopped right before he reached her patch of dark curls. Tris found her buried bud and flicked his tongue over her clit. From the first touch, the ecstasy was already building inside of her. It seemed the world had stopped. All that mattered was having him inside of her, of being inside of him and tasting all of him. Daniella pushed into him as he pleasured her with his tongue.

She found his shoulder blades and felt two rigid bumps. When she touched them, he jumped and stared at her. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. Touch them again.”

Daniella trailed her finger over the bumps and realized they were bones. Tris squeezed his eyes shut and nearly writhed on top of her. She pressed them, and he cried out. “What is that?”

His eyes were bright with passion. “It’s where my wings are attached.”

She patted them again and noticed the dark shapes on his lower back. “What are those?” She touched them with her toe.

He glanced back. “Those are my butterflies. They symbolize the transformation from angel to Fallen. Do we have to talk about them now?” He pressed his finger into her clit and made her arch her back. The excitement warmed her body and went through her. It shot along her nerves, and she could not help but moan. Her fangs pushed all the way through her gums.

“Oh God, now.
Please, now! I can’t wait any more.” Daniella clutched her legs around his. Tris grunted and slipped his cock deep inside of her. She rose up to meet his thrust and relished the feeling of completeness. She had never felt that with anyone before. Not even when she was
Bathlus
. It all seemed that it was Tris’s arms she was supposed to be in. Nothing else mattered. All that was needed was being with him. Each time Tris moved into her, all she wanted was more of him. She wanted to possess him more than she had ever wanted another man. They fit together more than any other being she had been with. He pushed into her and stared down into her eyes. The bliss of it was more than anything she had experienced before. Tris arched his neck. As he plunged into her, Daniella wound her hand around his nape and brought his throat down to her mouth.

She scraped her fangs over his jugular, missing the one spot where she would bite. Instead, her body was infused with such light it flushed her system and made her passion come alive. She was so close to orgasm, but there was one more thing that she needed. This time when she bit down her fangs slid into his flesh and she was rewarded with the blast of blood into her mouth. Tris groaned something so deep and laced with satisfaction she could not understand it. The more she drew in his blood, the more she realized that it was not about having sex. For him it was about being fed off of. Daniella continued to pull on the blood. Its warmth and power flared through her body. When he thrust into her again, her whole body clenched and her mind exploded with light. It was as though she had been bathed in the sunlight. She kept on drinking until Tris had stopped moving inside of her. Instead, she felt his hand gently cradling her to his neck. Daniella flicked her tongue over the wounds. Even though she wanted to continue drinking, she pulled away and slowly looked up into his eyes, expecting to see the callous man who had been treating her despicably for the past few days. But what she saw was a man who had transformed. He was then looking at her with such peace and adoration that she was not sure it was real. Suddenly, she felt very naked and exposed.