Skye Morrison Vampire 2 Sins of the Father (8 page)

Jameson unexpectedly grabbed me, threw me
over his shoulder and walked out of the office, locking the door on
his way. I squealed and laughed as my head hung down by his lower
back and my long hair trailed down to his calves. Jameson cut off
all the house lights and closed doors along the way.

When we got to the employee lounge, he set me
down and allowed me to open my locker. I threw my black messenger
bag over my shoulder and relocked it before turning back to
Jameson. He backed my body up against the lockers and kissed me
passionately for a few minutes. My knees were starting to get weak
and I jumped up into his arms and wrapped my legs around his
waist.

He threw his head back and laughed. “God, I
can’t wait to make you mine,” he growled seductively. I shuddered
at the overwhelmingly sexy thought and bit my bottom lip in
anticipation.

“Race you to the car,” I said as I jumped
down and ran towards the back door. I felt a breeze blow past me a
second before the back door opened. “No fair!” I shouted out with a
chuckle. “I don’t have vampire speed!”

Once we were outside, Jameson locked the back
door, interlocked one hand in mine and walked me to my car. He took
the keys from my hand, unlocked my door and held it open for me.
“I’ll follow you home, love,” he said with a quick kiss as I got
behind the wheel of my little red two-seater and shut the door. I
watched him flash over to his BMW and quickly get in. I blew him a
quick kiss in my rear view mirror as I pulled out of the alley and
made my way home.

I pulled into my driveway and Jameson parked
behind me. He opened my car door for me, took my messenger bag and
jacket, and escorted me to the front door. As we approached my
porch I saw another bouquet of flowers sitting on my doormat.

Jameson looked down at them in confusion then
turned to me. “Secret admirer?” he asked with a dry chuckle.

I shook my head and picked up the vase of
white roses. I pulled out the small card and quickly scanned it for
a name. Once I saw Jesse’s name written at the bottom, I sighed,
crumpled the card in my hand and unlocked my door.

“It’s from Jesse,” I said with a sigh as we
walked in and I locked the door behind us. “You remember my psycho
stalker ex-boyfriend, don’t you?”

Jameson’s eyes narrowed in anger and he
growled lowly.

“Yeah, thought so,” I said tiredly. “Would
you mind throwing these away in the trashcan out in the
garage?”

He silently nodded his head, took the flowers
from me and kissed me quickly on the lips before leaving to
complete his task.

“Styvi Nix,” I whistled aloud and watched as
she happily ran down the stairs and into my awaiting arms. “I
missed you so much today,” I said as I nuzzled her neck for a few
moments before setting her down.

Jameson watched from the doorway of the
kitchen, his arms folded over his chest, with an amused smile on
his face, and a bottle of red wine clutched in one fist.

“What?” I asked smiling as I walked up to
him. “What’s so amusing?”

He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder
and flashed up the stairs to my room. He gently threw me down on
the bed and shut my bedroom door. I sat up and bit my bottom lip in
anticipation.

He set the bottle of red wine down on the
nightstand and offered the bottle opener from his back pocket.
“Open,” he commanded deeply with a sexy cock of his eyebrow.

“Mmm…yes, sir,” I moaned playfully and
laughed.

He growled and walked over to my stereo. I
twisted the corkscrew into the wine bottle and watched as Jameson
quickly flipped through my CD book. He selected a disc and put it
into my player. I pulled the cork out as the song started. Nine
Inch Nails’ ‘Piggy’ was playing and I bit my bottom lip as Jameson
prowled up to me and took the bottle of wine from my hands. He took
a big swig out of the bottle and encouraged me to do the same.

I wrapped my full lips around the end of the
bottle, tilted it up, and took in a mouthful of the sweet, dry
liquid. I swallowed and seductively licked my lips, never taking my
eyes off of Jameson. I put the bottle of wine down on the
nightstand, held my hand out to him and beckoned him to me.

He silently obeyed and sat down next to me on
the bed, our backs to the headboard. He was quiet for a long while
before he spoke. “I haven’t done this in a long time, Skye.”

I looked at him and nodded my head in
understanding. I quickly undid the buckles on my boots and kicked
them off. “I haven’t either,” I said as I got up on my knees,
crawled up to him and straddled his lap.

Jameson gripped my hips with his hands as he
stared hungrily into my eyes. I ran my fingers lightly through his
silky, shoulder length hair and bent my head down to kiss his
parted lips. He eagerly responded and kissed me passionately,
completely. I felt a sudden burst of butterflies and my lower
abdomen tightened as my nipples hardened with need. I ground my lap
into his as a soft, demanding moan escaped me.

Jameson growled and grabbed the back of my
head, pulling me closer to him as he deepened our kiss. I wrapped
my arms around his neck and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling his
head away from mine. I looked deeply into his eyes before lowering
my head to his neck and slowly slid my tongue up the length of his
pulsing vein there.

Jameson gasped and flipped me over using
vampire speed. Suddenly, I was on my back, sprawled out on the bed
facing the ceiling, as Jameson hovered a mere inch above me. “Be
careful, love,” Jameson growled as he ground his hips into mine, a
seductive grin on his face. “You’re playing with fire.”

Right at this moment, I needed Jameson like I
needed air to breath. I fiercely wanted him. I again grabbed his
hair and roughly pulled his head to the side. “Burn me, Jameson,” I
begged as I licked his slowly throbbing vein again and gently bit
his neck.

He grunted and growled with need. His hands
became a flurry of movement upon my body and I bit his neck harder.
Jameson tore his neck away from my mouth and looked down at me, his
chest heaving rapidly. His fangs were out and the color had started
to fade from his light green eyes. He was struggling to gain
control over himself and I allowed him a quick moment.

I cautiously reached up and touched my index
finger to his long, right fang. He quickly turned away and hid his
face. “Jameson,” I pleaded with him delicately. “You don’t have to
hide who you are from me.” I gently turned his face back to mine
and softly kissed his bottom lip. I inched my way up and leisurely
kissed his top lip. When he didn’t turn away, I slowly licked up
the length of his right fang, curling my tongue around it on the
way down.

He whimpered softly and his breathing became
even faster. I gently ran my fingers through his hair as I ran my
tongue softly up the length of his left fang. That seemed to undo
the hasty wall that he had put up a few moments ago and he again
kissed me roughly, deeply. I grabbed onto his firm buttocks and
pulled him tighter to me. I kissed him furiously and passionately.
My hormones had been crazy out of control for over a week and I was
bound and determined to have Jameson scratch my proverbial itch
tonight.

I deliberately pierced the tip of my tongue
on one of Jameson’s fangs and watched him closely for a reaction.
Jameson’s eyes flew open and he growled with desperate need as he
captured my tongue between his lips and slowly, sensually sucked on
it. His hips moved in a slow bump and grind against me as I moaned
into his mouth.

His hands were suddenly cupping my bare
breasts and I realized that I was no longer wearing my top. I
gently pulled my tongue out of his mouth and turned my head to the
right. My new bustier was hanging tattered and torn off the top of
my lampshade and I laughed as he hungrily found my mouth again.

Jameson devoured every drop of blood from my
tongue as he quickly tore his button from his pants and ripped my
tights from my waist. I helped him push his pants down his hips as
he tore the rest of my stockings from my legs.

“God, I need you, Skye,” he suddenly cried
out. He used his vampire speed once again to reposition us sitting
up, nose to nose. I was back straddling his waist; my PVC skirt
pushed up to my bellybutton, as he grabbed my bare, naked ass in
his hands and angled my hips to enter me.

“Please,” I begged quickly, my skin alight
with the flames of intense longing and need. “I can’t take it
anymore. I need you inside of me, Jameson…now.”

I threw my head back and gasped as he quickly
drove his impressive length into me. I climaxed immediately as I
rode him hard, my arms wrapped around his neck, fusing the length
of my body to his. When the first wave of pleasure died down, I
looked passionately into his eyes as I kissed his mouth and licked
his fangs. His gorgeous light green eyes started draining of their
color again and I turned my neck to the side, offering him my
blood.

“Are you sure, love?” he asked unsteadily,
his hips rolling feverishly to meet mine, never missing a beat.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,”
I whispered as I put my neck to his lips and ground my lap harder
against his.

I felt a quick, painful pinch, before a
sudden overwhelming wave of ecstasy overtook me and I screamed out
my intense pleasure to the heavens. I came hard as Jameson sucked
at my neck; each pull from my vein sending another wave of pleasure
crashing over me. I orgasmed multiple times as he slowly fed from
me while making furious, fervent love to my body. Never in my life
had I experienced something so deliciously powerful.

His thrusts became harder, faster and he
leaned forward, laying me on my back as he took over. He finally
took his fangs out of my neck with a deep, guttural moan and
eagerly drove his thick member into me harder and faster than ever.
He was so deep inside me, touching me where no man had ever touched
me before. His breathing got faster and faster, and he started to
grunt with each thrust. I knew he was close to his peak so I lifted
my head up and softly moaned in his ear. “Come for me, Jameson,” I
said before I moved my attention to his neck and gently licked on
the spot that his pulsing vein occupied.

I moaned as Jameson thrust one last time deep
into me and cried out his pleasure while filling me.

I lay on my back, clutching Jameson to me, as
I lazily floated on a sea of contentment for the next few minutes.
The blissful high from his bite was starting to wear off as he
rolled onto his back and pulled me to his chest.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked me
tenderly, kissing my forehead.

“Mm-hm,” I mumbled, lazily opening my eyes
and looking up into his. “That was perfect…absolutely perfect. I
didn’t know sex could be like that.”

Jameson chuckled and lifted my chin, looking
deep into my eyes. “It isn’t always like that, Skye,” he said
gently, explaining. “What we shared tonight was immensely intimate
and special to me.”

Our lovemaking had been special to me as
well. I had never felt anything so intensely before. But, I wanted
to know why it was so special for him. “Why?” I asked him in a
whisper. “Why was it so special?”

Jameson cupped my cheek in his hand and
softly kissed my lips. “I took your life blood as I made love to
you, Skye,” he said in between small kisses. “I took a piece of you
into me as you shared yourself with me completely.” He placed his
hand between my breasts, over my heart and closed his eyes as he
listened to it beat. “I can feel you inside of me, my love. Your
blood warms my heart. I can feel your very essence pumping through
my veins, fusing together with my own.” He opened his eyes and
smiled. “I feel you everywhere.”

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks as
Jameson leaned over and quickly licked a spot of blood from my
neck. His tongue was so soft and I shivered with excitement at the
intense memory of his fangs sliding into me.

“Will your bite mark heal?” I asked, suddenly
concerned with having two holes in my neck that were visible to
everyone.

“Oh,” he said playfully with a wag of his
eyebrows. “I plan to heal you, my love.”

He rolled on top of me again, and I wrapped
my legs around his waist and pulled him in for a long kiss. When we
finally parted, I had worked up the nerve to ask him what was on my
mind. “So, what does this mean, Jameson, now that you’ve had my
blood?”

He looked deeply into my eyes and cupped my
face with one strong hand. “It means that you are mine and I am
yours, if that’s okay,” he said with a gentle kiss. “Is that okay?”
he asked tentatively.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and
answered him with a deep, loving kiss. We spent the next few hours
showing each other just how much we cared for one another.

I awoke to soft, trailing kisses on my neck
and took a deep breath in, smiling contently before opening my
eyes. I was wrapped in Jameson’s arms as he spooned my naked body
with his from behind. He ran his nose up the length of my neck,
inhaling deeply, and sighed as he reached my ear. “Good morning,
a luaidh
,” he said with a smile as he gently nuzzled my
earlobe. “Did you sleep well?”

I briefly stretched and rolled over on top of
him. “Never better,” I said and brushed my lips over his. His hands
eagerly kneaded my backside and I sat up, straddling him, and
smiled. “How did you sleep?”

He smiled and cocked his eyebrow, taking a
deep breath in as he surveyed my body. “That’s the best night’s
sleep I’ve had in decades.”

I laughed and bit my bottom lip. “Well, since
we’re awake…” I started to say as I wiggled side to side briefly,
playfully, on his hips and looked down into his eyes. He growled
with need and flipped me over on my back. I squealed with laughter
as he showered my body with deliciously light, playful, hungry
kisses. It was another hour before we finally managed to get out of
bed.