Born Again (10 page)

It was nearly two in the afternoon when she awoke, curled
into Aric’s cold arms. She made her way to the bathroom, where she showered and
brushed her teeth, then wandered back to the bedroom to see if he’d woken up.

She realized she had no idea when a vampire awakens. Maybe
it was related to how tired one was.

She slid back into the bed and felt his skin. He was still
cold to the touch. His skin was perfect, like marble and she caressed his arm. Feeling
a little freaked out, she wrapped his arms back around her.

Suddenly, she heard a harsh intake of breath and his skin
literally warmed against hers. His first breath of life for the day and he
opened his eyes to her.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

“A perfect day,” he agreed, leaning over to kiss her. The
stubble on his jaw rasped across her smooth skin. “This is a first. Waking up
with you.”

“We’ll have many firsts,” she said, as she wrapped slender
arms around his neck. He turned, bringing his body atop hers and pressing his
erection into her spread thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Hot, heavy moisture slicked along her sheath. He ground his
erection onto her, pressing against her clitoris with its hardness.

“Slip it inside,” she encouraged.

He smiled. “Another first. No foreplay?”

“Please. I’ve been awake for ages, watching a sexy, naked
man sleep. I don’t need foreplay.”

He grabbed a condom and slid his hardness into her well of
moisture. He was bathed in silken cream, buried to the hilt. He rocked gently,
slowly into her.

“See?” she said, her lips curved into a smile.

“I know another first,” he said, his expression blank. His
slow, methodical thrust stilled. “You and Beau told each other ‘I love you’
last night.”

“Umm,” she agreed. “We did.”

She was nonchalant until she realized his blank expression
was a defensive mechanism. He was hurt, wondering if he was second best.

“Aric?” she asked, tilting her hips upward, making him go
deeper into her, deep enough to touch her womb.

He flicked his hips, rubbing himself against her incredibly
sensitive G-spot.

“Sweet?”

She pushed him from her and turned him onto his back. Her
eyes caught his and she slowly slid down his body, keeping his gaze, wanting to
see his expression. Needing to see his emotions, now that it was his turn. “Aric,
do you think I could be here like this, with you and not love you too?”

“You love me?”

“I love you, lots.”

She took him into her mouth and his eyes widened. His skin
was velvety smooth in her mouth and his thighs quivered beneath the press of
her palms. She reveled in the power she felt over him, especially when he
tossed his head back and moaned thickly, “Serra. I love you too.”

He thrust wetly into her body again, his thrusts more
frantic this time as he tasted her lips. When he exploded, it was Sara’s name
he called out.

* * * * *

Beau was to pick her up today. He and Aric had decided it
last night while they locked up her apartment. She found it a little puzzling
to be shifted after such a brief time, but she pushed it to the back of her mind.
It didn’t matter, either way, she got to be with the man she loved.

After re-showering Aric’s scent from her, she dressed and
waited on the front porch to make it easier on Beau. He wouldn’t have to enter
the house of vampires to retrieve her. His sporty black car pulled into the
driveway and she slid into the front seat with him.

Beau was unusually quiet until they got to his house. Tossing
his keys onto the table in the entryway, he casually turned toward Sara. “What’d
you do at Aric’s yesterday?”

“I had an orgy.”

Beau’s mouth dropped.

“Maybe that wasn’t the most tactful way to put it,” she
amended. “But I want to be open with you. I don’t want you to be surprised by
any aspect of my personality.”

“I didn’t know you were into…orgies. I half expected you
would refuse, though I’m okay with it. I hoped I’d made that clear.”

“I’m not. At least, I wasn’t. But I doubt that the
experience will be my last.”

“Most vampires are bisexual, you know.”

“What’s your definition of bisexual?”

“Sleeping with both sexes.”

“I don’t consider it bisexual. I think of it as, I don’t
know, just a good time.”

“Would it bother you to watch Aric with another man?”

“I honestly don’t know. He hasn’t hinted that he’s that way
with other men. And while I thought it would bother me if he said that he
wanted to be with another woman, I found that watching him with Francesca there
was actually a turn-on.”

“Francesca. What’s she to him?”

“Just a vampire friend of his. Of mine,” she amended. “My
best friend actually, although I don’t remember her from long ago.”

“I remember her from back then. She was human when I knew
her, I haven’t spoken to her since she was turned. Why are you telling me all
this, Sara?”

“I don’t want you to be disappointed when you find this all
out.”

“How could I ever be disappointed in you? Do you know how
long I’ve searched for you? High and low? Can I possibly describe the years of
loneliness and frustration? Disappointed? Never.”

“You don’t find it distasteful that I’ve shared a man with
another female?”

“Baby, I might like to watch. If you’d ever want to sleep
with another one, I’ll find a willing werewolf.”

Sara had the thought hit her that maybe Beau needed sex with
a vampire to help him get over his prejudices against Aric. He’d avoided them
for centuries, maybe he needed to see they were people too? He didn’t mind
Francesca before she was turned, maybe he needed to be with her now that she
was a vamp so that he could see she was still the same?

“It occurs to me that you’re a little bit prejudiced against
the vampires.”

“Yes, I suppose I am,” he admitted.

“But my lover,” she said and watched him wince, “and my
friends are vampires. Maybe you just need to be around them more.”

She felt the heat that rose in the room. His face flushed
darkly and his eyes glittered. “Maybe you just need to be around more
werewolves.”

At that moment, it dawned on Sara that she didn’t know any
other werewolves but Beau. It also dawned on her that maybe he was talking
about another ménage à trois.

“No, I have enough lovers going on.”

“Vampire lovers,” he snarled, his voice harsh. For some
reason, he was unusually short-tempered today, but Sara wasn’t frightened.

“I can’t help it if they happen to be vampires. But I have
enough lovers no matter the species.”

“So I don’t get to benefit from the same joys that Aric
does?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice calm, contrasting with his. “You
can join us at any time.” She turned abruptly and walked away.

With a vicious snarl, he was upon her, yanking her back to
him with a rough hand on her arm. “Don’t walk away from me.”

His voice was deeper, gravelly and she felt the beginnings
of alarm twist through her midsection.

“Take your hand off me, Beau.”

“Too late, baby. You raised the wolf and he wants you now.”

Sara looked into his eyes, a flickering of apprehension on
her face. Indeed, his eyes had changed, the pale blue disappearing until they
were black pools of darkness.

“Now, Sara, I can be myself with you.” Beau cocked his head
to one side. His eyes glowed, an amber glow of wolf, making the enlarged pupils
even more enormous.

Sara shivered and began to inhale deeply, great gulping
gasps of air.

“I smell your fear, Sara,” he growled and ripped her blouse
from her torso.

She pulled away, covering her bared breasts with her hands.
“Don’t, Beau.”

“Don’t refuse me. You had an admitted orgy with your
vampires, don’t you dare refuse me after that.”

“Don’t refuse me. You had an admitted orgy with your
vampires, don’t you dare refuse me after that,” he said, all while pulling her
into the bedroom.

He pushed her roughly onto the bed, removing her hands from
covering her breasts. Her hands sprung right back into place. “I want to see
them,” he growled. “Play with your nipples.”

“No.”

“Do it,” he yelled hoarsely and she knew he was on the brink
of losing control of his temper.

She elongated her nipples, pulling on the pink tips gently. Lust
flooded his face, making his eyes appear heavy-lidded and suddenly she felt
powerful. She could do this to a dangerous, on-the-edge-of-change, werewolf. Her
touch softened and she cupped her breasts fully, then moaned deliberately as
she plucked at her tips again.

Beau unsnapped her jeans, pulling them from her body in one
sleek move. A tiny waist with curvy hips met his gaze and he knew if he reached
out to stroke her skin, it would be soft as silk.

“Open your legs and let me see you,” he whispered, his voice
softer now.

She obeyed. She was not wearing panties. She bent her legs
at the knees and let them fall open, spreading her nether lips to his view.

She was pink-colored, matching the rosy hue of her nipples.

“Do you want this?” he muttered, his words hard again.

She was very deliberate with her nod.

“It’ll be rough,” he warned.

“Is this because of the moon?” she asked.

“Yeah, baby. This is me, once a month.”

She let her hands drift down to the red tuft of hair below
her navel, cut a path through the trail of hair and slowly traced her tender
folds of skin for him. He hissed and let his eyes stay on the slickness of her
body.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “I like it. It’s different.”

“But it’s rough,” he said, trying to make his point.

“Once during the month, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have plenty of time to recover.”

He sheathed himself then reached out with suddenly hard
fingers, the nails digging into the smoothness of her thighs and pulled her to
him, slamming their groins together.

His fingers delved into her flesh and she wondered if she’d
have fingertip bruises on her hips as he grabbed them and jerked her forward.

His condom-sheathed cock filled her, stretching her tightly
over the width of him. Without giving her a chance to protest, he slammed into
her again.

Sara scooted backward and just when he would have growled at
the loss of her swollen sheath, she turned over onto her hands and knees and
pressed her cheek to the mattress.

She spread her legs, aimed and waiting for him.

Beau whispered hoarsely, “Serra.”

“Did you say rough, my love?” she murmured throatily and
tilted her hips so she was more exposed for him.

“I’ll give you rough,” he promised.

She clenched her eyes, waiting for the harsh treatment that
she’d prepared herself for and was unexpectedly surprised when he spread her
and laved his tongue there instead.

“Beau, oh, Beau,” she moaned, shuddering. Her head popped up
from the mattress, her knees were weak and she was delirious with need.

“Relax, baby. Head down,” he instructed.

As soon as she obeyed, he slipped his tongue into her again.

As if oral loving wasn’t erotic enough, having his face fit
against her backward was a feeling she couldn’t describe. His hands spread her
open and his tongue lapped at her, reaching below for her clit, occasionally
brushing it but then returning to concentrate more fully on plunging into her
body. Wet and warm and wonderful.

Suddenly, she couldn’t stand it. “Beau,” she screamed, over
and over as her body released. Wave upon wave of pleasure flowed through her
skin, her muscles, her bones, growing stronger with each ripple, leaving her
wrung out and replete. Her body quivered afterward and her muscles felt weak
from exertion.

Beau flipped her over, onto her back and spread her legs,
bending them at the knee. Without giving her any recovery time, he delved into
her sensitive folds again.

“You’re mine, Sara. Understand that? Mine,” he muttered,
while licking her mercilessly.

His tongue flicked upward, rewarding her overly sensitive
clitoris, over and over and then he clamped his lips down and sucked the nub of
flesh.

She jerked beneath him, her body needing completion.

He gave her what she needed. He sucked it, fast and
rhythmically until she came again. She closed her eyes and cried out, the
pleasure so intense the second time around it was nearly pain.

She ran her hands up over his muscular arms and biceps and
the muscles felt larger than before. Was he in his change? Sara struggled to
open her eyes, but he flipped her onto all fours before she could.

“No, don’t look,” he instructed. “Facedown on the mattress
again.”

As her cheek rested against the cool silk of the sheets, he
ran a finger down the cleft between her buttocks, all the way down to the other
side.

“Dammit, give it to me,” she demanded.

He chuckled. “You’re impatient, wench. And I’m in charge
here,” he reminded her.

She never felt him rise but suddenly he ripped into her,
slamming into her upturned body with a force so powerful it nearly caused her
to explode. When she almost collapsed, he grabbed her hips and lifted her
bodily onto his thrusts. Her vision literally wavered before her eyes and the
fireworks filled her body from the hot, honeyed warmth of her sex outward,
spiraling up until it could reach no more.

She collapsed and Beau caught her in his arms, cradling her
gently before her vision blackened.

* * * * *

Sara awoke to the sound of Beau’s doorbell reverberating
through the huge house. Beau slid from the cool sheets, pulling his sweats on
as he strode from the room.

She stretched languidly and then jumped quickly from the bed
also.

Her muscles screamed at her, unused to the positions she’d
been stretched into earlier. She smiled.