Ancient Blood: The Fallen (5 page)

Hanging upside down and naked, with nose pressed against the smooth cotton of a shirt molded to the contours of a male back, I screamed “what the hell did you just do to Seth!”

Pivoting, and with angry steps revealing how furious he actually was, Dante ignored my question as he began to run back towards his truck, and I found myself squirming, rubbing my bare breast against his back and breathing, “I need...I need...oh
God
Dante...I need to be...”

Dante jerked the driver's door open, and dumped me inside as he soothed, “I know baby...”              

Never giving what I was doing, or my nakedness a second thought, I made to sit up, trying to pull Dante's face down to mine, only to find myself caught and shoved back onto the seat as he pressed his hand against the bones between my neck and breasts, barking huskily, “for God's sake Kira...
please
!”

Then snorting out a curse, he jerked me back forward, somehow managing to wrap me within his shirt before climbing in the cab beside me, as firing the truck to life, he jerked the shifter into drive, giving a startled yelp when I reached out and ran my hand up his thigh, softly brushing just the edge of the bulge I found there with my fingers before he managed to capture my hand, then placing it back in my lap, he husked under his breath, “sweet
Jesus.
”

* * *

The tributary was less than ten miles from the house, but even with the gas pedal buried in the floor Dante had decided it was taking too long, and that Kira was part Octopus, for her arms, hands, legs
and
toes were everywhere, including on her
own
anatomy, and it became quite a chore just to stay on the road as a battle of self-restraint left him panting, and sweat dripping down the center of his back, for the sizable proportions his cock had gained was painfully unbearable within the tight encasing of his jeans.

* * *

As the truck came to a shuddering halt, the heady aroma of...was that
vanilla.
..wound its way through my senses, intoxicating me further, and rotating my head, I sought to move closer to the source, wondering if Dante tasted as good as he smelled, unable to stop my actions anymore now than I had ten minutes earlier, I flicked out my tongue and began stroking the silky smooth flesh of his shoulder, and found myself instantly being pushed away, the back of my head banging against the rear glass as Dante took one arm then  the other, beginning to examine them.

Panting, I squirmed on the seat, arching myself so that the core of my need rubbed against the seat as I plead, “Dante, please...I
ache
...”.

I watched him fight the heat of his desire as he  breathed out a curse, then jerking my wrist to his nose he sniffed, a soft curse slipping from between his lips,as grabbing a hold of my weaving and bobbing face, he husked out, “Kira, listen to me baby, you've been marked...”

However, feeling as if I was going to explode if I wasn't filled and quickly with his cock, I stopped listening and whimpered, “oh
God
Dante I need you to
fuck
me
now
.”

Then leaning forward, I ran the tip of my tongue across his jaw line where the slight stubble pricked my lips, causing them to come alive with as much sensation as my other set of lips was feeling.

I could see the heat of the desire flare out of control within Dante, and a fierce groan erupted from his throat, at which I felt myself flood even further with moisture, and lifting my leg, I straddled a thigh, then settled on my knees as I reached out and eased my hand inside the waistband of his jeans.

Sliding my fingertips across the head of his cock, I felt the slick moisture of his natural lubrication, and rubbed it over the head as I began rubbing myself against the firm bunching of his thigh muscles as he ground out a deep throated groan of, “
Fuck
.
Me!
”

I could feel the heat accelerating within me, and banking my need in fear of burning him beneath the tiny embers that shimmered just on the edge of emerging from my fingertips, I found myself jerking at the buttons of his jeans, needing to see him, to witness the length of what I felt with my fingers.

Rising up, I lightly brushed my mouth against his as I cried, “I need to
see
you…to feel
you...
inside
me”

Dante groaned against my mouth, and feeling the trembling of his body beneath my fingertips, I pressed further, flicking my tongue against the soft silky flesh of his lower lip as I undid the last button, and taking him in hand, I felt him jerk at the charge of heat that zinged from me to him.

His reaction was so fierce it was nearly a convulsion, before with a low moan, and a vile curse, he took possession of my mouth in a kiss flavored with a strong intensity of hunger as I began stroking my hand up and down the length of his shaft, whimpering and crying in my need, pleading with Dante to fuck me, because the ache within me was becoming painful, and with breathing hard and labored, he groaned, “I'm going to baby, I'm going to take the pain away...”

The rest of his words trailed away as he slid his fingers across the soft delicate skin of my stomach as, with a pause and a muttered groan, he pulled me onto his lap, and shoving up the folds of the too large shirt, he pulled the torrid peak of my nipple in between his lips, flicking and lathing it with his tongue until I cried out…wanting more…
needing
more, my untried body craving release, as re-positioning me, he pushed me against his cock, and as I squirmed and rubbed against him in my need, Dante surged upwards against the wet, soft heat of my pussy.

Yet, even in his need he slowed, controlling his entrance, not allowing himself the release of plunging deeply within what he so obviously craved, and grasping me about the hips, he helped me to move on top of him, as, after the initial sting, I began a slow rocking motion against him as he taught and instructed with his hands and lips.

The silky feel of his chest beneath my palms added to my heightened awareness, and bending forward, I licked at the salty sweat that had beaded upon his chest, rolling the moisture around on its tip as I absorbed his essence, feeling my breathing catch and hold as he worked further and deeper within me, every stroke a symphony of movement as our bodies danced together in tune to a shared beat, even as my body cried out for its release.

Yet he allowed it no mercy, allowed it no quenching of its arousal, for he stilled within me, slightly banking the rioting desire, so that after a few seconds, I was capable of taking more, for as my mind and body cooled, he began again to instruct, to teach, to take me to that fine edge of insanity, as his body quivered in its own need, while our hands and lips flowed across each others bodies. Touching and acquainting one another with likes and dislikes until finally, with body jerking and cock pulsing, he grasped my waist as he jammed deeply inside with his climax, as at the same time I flew over the edge into my own.

Slowly coming back to earth, I heard a small, emotion filled sound escape from between Dante’s lips as he uttered words that sounded as if they were spoken in some ancient, long forgotten language. Then, avoiding my eyes, he lifted me off his lap and gently sat me back onto the bench seat beside him, before turning to face the front of the truck, he stared out through the windshield. Then after a few seconds, he gripped the door handle of the driver’s door and pushed it open.               Still without a word, he tugged me from the seat, as grabbing my clothes from the floorboard, he  shoved them into my hands, then with both of us as naked as when we came into this world, he drug me to the porch, where pulling me close, he softly kissed the top of my head, before sucking in a harsh breath that somehow sounded tortured, he pushed me away and turned his back to me, practically running to his truck, where slamming the driver’s door shut behind him , he took off as if he'd just danced with the devil.

The next morning I found my nerves stretched to their limit, as I was uncertain of what I was going to say to Dante when I saw him.

However, it was an uncertainty I needn’t have had, for he didn’t appear that morning, or the next, nor for that matter, the one after that. In fact, it would turn out to be six, long tortures months before I was to see him again.

Present day, 2010

Several hours had passed since my sojourn into the past, and I now had my head buried inside my washer. I was wrestling with a sock that had gotten wrapped around the bottom of the spindle, and after quite a lot of tugging, and a few hearty cuss words, the sock finally let loose, causing me to let out a yelp as my head banged against the tub of the washer at its sudden release.

Rubbing at the tender spot, I glared at the offending sock, almost tempted to toss the damn thing in the trash. However, as it was still in good condition, I stuffed back the inclination and threw it in the dryer with its mate, then slamming the dryer door shut, I set the timer and started it to drying before I shoved the soiled sheets and a few towels into the washer, and started it to running as well.

Six hours, several cups of coffee, a brand new start on a painting, and supporting a huge, pounding headache, I came up for air after finishing the last stroke of my paintbrush.               Stretching my neck, I began to rock my head from side to side, working to ease the stiffness of tight muscles, then finally turning, I began to make my way to my bedroom, where I started my preparations for my night out with Arreon.

* * *

Forty-five minutes later however, as I stood outside a popular nightclub, waving a flier I'd found in front of my face, trying in vain to cool the stifling summer evening as we waited in line, I thought that the two of us, as well as everyone else standing with us must be out of our fucking minds.

Jesus, what sane person would be out in this heat in the pursuit of entertainment!

I was considering asking Arreon about just skipping the club, when the line finally began to move, freeing us of the inferno outside to enter within the air-conditioned interior.

I let out a relieved sigh at the blast of frigid air that slammed into my overheated flesh, as glancing around, I debated about fighting the crowd waiting to enter the woman's restroom.

However, after only a few minutes of hesitation, I decided that the fight was definitely a necessity, as my bladder was setting up quite a whining fest, and tugging on Arreon’s arm, I relayed my intentions, then shooed him off with a waving motion, muttering for him to go find the others.

The wait for the restroom didn't take nearly as long as I'd expected, and I was soon working my way back through the crowd towards the bar, where I found myself standing in another line to get close enough to tell the bartender what I needed.

After an interminable amount of time, I received my drink, and turning began the arduous task of making my way back through the mass of bodies when a beefy, greasy, long haired man stepped before me, barring any further movement as he leered down in my direction.

I tried to politely step around him, but he seemed unwilling to get the hint that I wasn't interested, for he once again blocked my path, an eerie laugh rumbling within his massive chest.

Belatedly I realized things were going to turn nasty in a hurry if I didn't acknowledge him in some manner, and finally asked, “do I…uh…know you?”              

The man heard me, I knew he had, yet he continued to stand before me, leering down at me before finally murmuring “no…but sweet thing I intend for you to.”

I felt a sensation of unease skate through my stomach as I breathed, “I'm…I'm here with friends…” but my words choked to a stop as the man suddenly reached out and gripped my arm, prepared it seemed, to force me to follow.

However, I found myself being saved from having to utter the blood-curling scream that had throttled up within me, preparing for lift off, as hearing a low growl, I saw an arm flash out and grasp the man's wrist.

I watched the muscles within the arm flex in their use of giving a warning squeeze to my assailants arm, as a voice snarled, “it would be in your best interest about now, that you remove that hand if you intend to keep it.”

Shaking off my protector’s grip, the man before me muttered something low beneath his breath. Then loosening his hold on my arm, he tossed an angry glance at the man standing behind me, before returning his beady eyes in my direction he drawled, “see ya around doll face” then turning, he hurried off, burying himself within the crowd.

I’d already begun vocalizing my gratitude as I turned towards my rescuer, however my words stuttered to a stop, shock rocketing through my system as I stared at the back of the quickly departing figure, anger and confusion swamping through me, for the set of shoulders on the tall athletic figure were all too familiar.

Breaking into a run, I called out Dante’s name, and found myself rudely shoving and pushing at those in my way as I tried to catch up with his quickly departing figure.

However, an ugly sound of frustration escaped from between my lips as I found myself tangled within a particularly resistant cluster, loosing sight of Dante as his frame vanished within the crowd.

* * *

Giving up, as doubt had quickly replaced any confidence my savior was actually Dante, for I'd been unable any trace of him within the club, I began looking for Arreon instead, and locating him sitting among our friends at one of the nearby tables.

I worked my way around, and through the crowd, until I came abreast of where Arreon and the others sat hunched together, conversation animatedly floating between them.

All except Arreon that was, for at some point during my approach, he'd become aware of my presence and sat gazing pensively at my overly pale features, his own pulled into a frown, then standing, he pulled out a chair, gesturing for me to have a seat next to him.

Plopping down in the chair, I gave a startled jerk when he dropped his hands on my shoulders and leaned forward murmuring, “what’s up Keer…?”              

Suddenly I felt myself deflate, tears smarting within my eyes at the childhood nickname.

I tried to shake the anger within me before whispering, “I…uh…”

Then shaking my head in confusion, my throat suddenly tight with the battery of emotions that were swamping me, I continued, “I just…” finally giving up on trying to form words that made sense, I muttered, “it's nothing…”

However, I knew immediately by the look on Arreon's face, and the speculation shining clearly in his gunmetal gray eyes, that I'd done little to soothe his curiosity, in fact, if anything, I'd only added fuel to his concern.

As if realizing I wasn’t going to say anything further though, he shrugged, shook his head, shot another worried glance in my direction, and then finally re-seated himself.

Conversation continued to flow around the table, and I tried to pay attention, however found I was unable to concentrate on anything that was being said, for my thoughts took precedence over everything else, and my mind wondered, spread over such a vast area that I was startled into an involuntary squawk when Arreon leaned over and hissed, “are you
sure
you're okay?”

Flushing beneath the onslaught of eyes that were turned in my direction, I stuttered, “I'm fine…just a little…distracted I guess.”

Arreon said nothing further as he leaned back in his chair, and with arms crossed against his middle, his chair tipped back on two legs, he continued to gaze in my direction, an action of which I tried to ignore.

However, I found his penetrating gaze disconcerting, and silently uttered a relieved breath when he became sidetracked by the sound of chairs being scraped back as our friends got up to dance.              

Against my will, I found myself being drug towards the dance floor as well, and at first protested quite loudly and expressively, as I wasn't in the mood to dance, but soon caved, for the music thrumming through the large speakers wound its way through me, forcing within me a desire to move.

I found, as well for the moment, my mind  was wiped of everything but the music’s rhythm, and I swayed with abandonment, loosing myself in a world of sensation.

No sooner had the song came to an end, than another began, yet I didn't feel its pull, didn't feel the invitation to loose myself in its rhythm, for it was obliterated by another sense altogether.              

Someone was watching me, and as my eyes circled the nearby area they widened, coming to a stop on the man propped against a wall.

His arms were crossed in front of his broad chest, his sapphire eyes burning with an inner flame as they gazed in my direction, focused and unwavering before they were quickly masked, as a small, yet familiar grin began curving up the edges of Dante's lips.

The edges of my own lips curled as well, as I took a step in his direction.

I was unaware of anyone or anything around me as I advanced towards Dante, so lost in the tunnel vision of my quest that a startled yelp escaped from between my lips, and I jerked away from the hand that landed on my shoulder, gazing in bewilderment at the face of the woman who swam into focus before me, as she in turn, startled by my reaction, jumped back swearing loudly and shrieked, “what the hell Kira!”

As I stared at the face of Heather McClure, one of the few real friends I had, I felt guilt wash over me, for it was all I could do not to push her aside and continue my pursuit of Dante.

However, not wanting to insult her with such rudeness, I muttered, “nothing…I mean…”

Then, with a shrug I fell silent as, finding I was unable to stop myself, I allowed my eyes to swing past her towards where I’d last seen the object of my obsession, only to find myself ready to toss something, as the space where he had stood, now contained a different person! Well fuck!