Eternal Seduction (2 page)

He bent, his mouth coming to a rest over her ear. “Mmm, yes?”

How could he have heard her over the music? She’d barely heard herself.

She slid an arm up and cupped the back of his head, her fingers trailing through his black hair. It was shorn off in the back but long in the front. So long that it hung past his shoulders. He had streaks of white-blond in the front long portion. The color often changed. She’d only vetoed the green. The rest hadn’t bothered her. The sides of his hair were cut short, as well.

He lowered his head just enough that the silver hoops in his bottom lip brushed against her cheek. Marcy leaned, giving in and nuzzling her mouth to them. She licked between two and fisted his hair as best she could with their height difference.

Kit’s body stiffened and he jerked her to him.

Marcy came to her senses a moment before she would have begged him to fuck her. Pulling free of his grasp, she moved quickly through the crowd. People pushed in all around her, swarming her. The air grew hot and stale. Something made her look back. She did and found Kit’s dark gaze locked on her. It was as if the crowd was a sea and he the man parting it. He moved with a fluid grace that wasn’t natural.

Cautiously, her gaze slid lower. The strobe lights flashed, making her wonder if what she’d seen was real or imagined. Was he even touching the floor? Kit couldn’t levitate. People didn’t do that.

Right?

Thinking it a play of lights, Marcy shook her head and continued to back away from Kit. She sliced through the bodies pressing in around her, desperate for fresh air. Her body was burning up and the knowledge Kit was in pursuit of her did little to cool her.

She wrenched away and eyed the door as if it were a lifeline. She rushed through it, breaking out and into the cool night air. Her relief was short-lived.

Kit appeared, pushing his hair behind one ear. “Marcy?”

She exhaled slowly, doing her best to maintain her composure. It didn’t exactly work. “Yes?”

“You okay?”

No. You confuse me.

“I’m fine. Why?”

He inched closer, the sound of his boots echoed in the darkened alleyway. The club was one that was known only in the underground network. It had moved locations over the years, or so she’d been told. Since she’d been frequenting it, it remained in place.

Kit touched her arm and she instantly felt as if she were going to burst into flames. A hint of amusement filled his eyes as if he was aware of the effect he had on her. “How about a bottle of water? You look warm.”

Warm was an understatement.

A slight jerk of her head was the only response she could muster. He was too close. Too awe-inspiring. Something about the dim moonlight backdrop suited Kit. Almost as if he were made for the night. Were her dreams real? Was Kit truly more than a man? Was he something born unto the night?

Vampire fetishes were all the craze within the subculture they frequented, but Marcy wasn’t one of the followers. At least, she hadn’t been prior to dreaming of Kit coming to her in the night, his deft mouth doing things to her body that should have been outlawed.

Her nipples tingled at the thought of her dreams. Gasping for breath, her gaze once again collided with Kit’s. For the briefest of moments, she was sure his eyes swirled with a multitude of colors. Lifting her hand, she watched him closely, lust and fascination guiding her actions. She touched just below his left eye, where a tiny tribal tattoo was.

His jaw went slack and he tipped his head into her palm. This time, she was positive his eyes did indeed shift colors. Stunned, yet not afraid, she moved closer, her body aching for his touch. “K-Kit?”

He clenched his fists and pulled his head from her hand. “Run!”

“What?”

He snarled and the sound was anything but human. “Dammit, Marcy, run or I can and will fuck you here, in this alley, like an animal.”

Deep down, his words ignited something reckless and wild. Instead of heeding his warning and running, she practically launched herself at him. One second, she was in the lead. The next, Kit had hold of her, slamming her against the brick wall. There should have been pain. There was none. Somehow, he managed to be aggressive yet gentle with her.

Kit drew in slow, measured breaths, trying to bring the demon under control. It was no use. He could smell her arousal, her desire for him. Never had he wanted something more. Denying it was no longer an option. Remembered pleasures guided his actions as he dragged a hand down the length of her, going for her exposed thigh.

She breathed harshly against his shoulder, her tiny hands digging at his upper arms. She writhed against his palm as he slipped his hand under her short skirt and against the pad of her scantly covered pussy. The silken material that separated his fingers from paradise was damp. The knowledge she was ready for him drove him onward.

The pulse in her neck beat furiously and his fangs exploded in his mouth. With a hiss, he closed his eyes and turned his head. His intention wasn’t to frighten her, but he seemed to lack the control needed to remain calm and hide what he truly was.

She traced a line down his cheek, over his jaw and to his neck before leaning into him and kissing his collarbone. The action tempted him to the point he found his mouth honing in on her throat. More specifically, the beating vein he knew all too well would yield warm, coppery goodness.

His cock rivaled his fangs in both hardness and readiness. It wanted to be buried deep in the haven between her legs just as his fangs wanted to know the taste of her flesh, of her blood.

Marcy’s kisses came faster, trailing back up toward his lips. Sanity and reason left him as his lips merged with hers. Years of practice of kissing women while his fangs were extended seemed forgotten. All he cared about was devouring her, nothing more. He opened his mouth, thrusting his tongue into hers. She welcomed the intrusion, pressing her body against his, riding the palm of his hand. He slipped a finger under her panties and ran it along her wet slit, his tongue mirroring the action upon her lips.

Kit gave into his baser needs, eating at her mouth. Within seconds, her tongue was inching around his. When it encountered a fang, Marcy stiffened. Kit took the kiss to a new level, tongue fucking her mouth as he soon hoped to do to her pussy. The distraction worked. She became pliable in his hands once more.

Her protest came in the form of her tiny fists hitting his chest twice before grabbing hold of his shirt and bawling it up. It was Marcy who commanded the next tier of their kiss. Blood welled in her mouth and Kit’s demon side seized the moment, sucking gently, swallowing her sweet nectar.

His entire body went rigid. There was no denying it. He had to be in her. The bulging fullness in his pants would wait no longer. Tearing away the bit of material between them, Kit ground his body to hers. He thrust a finger into her tight cunt and growled against her mouth. No one should have the power she did over him. It wasn’t natural.

You’re not natural
, he reminded himself, adding a second finger to the mix. He spread her cunt more. The addition of his thumb to her clit seemed to send Marcy spiraling over the edge. She cried out, the walls of her pussy convulsing around his fingers. Her soaked quim beckoned to him, almost begging him to fuck it. He knew she was coming and he kept going, kept tweaking her swollen bud with his thumb as he thrust his fingers in and out of her.

So tight.

So wet.

So ready for him.

Her hands were everywhere at once, tugging at his clothing, demanding his cock be free of its leather confines. Her wild streak spurred him on and he fingered her with more force, doing exactly as he would with his dick soon enough.

Marcy worked the front of his pants open, freeing his cock. The second her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he lost control of himself, the primal instinct to bite her too great. Pulling his fingers free of her core, he lined the head of his cock up with her wet entrance and drove himself home, timing his bite to perfection. He clamped down on her neck, his fangs piercing her vein. Rich, coppery liquid filled his mouth as his cock filled her.

Dear gods, he’d never known a more ideal haven. She was made for him, molding to his cock perfectly. Her pussy grasped him, fighting to keep hold of him as he withdrew. He pounded into her and she cried out a cross between his name and something intelligible. Tremors wracked his body as he worked his way in and out of her, still drinking of her blood.

Marcy felt pressure on her neck but the feel of Kit’s massive cock, pummeling in and out of her held her attention. Something on his shaft added additional pleasure for her, feeling almost ribbed. She wasn’t about to complain. Never had her body felt so alive.

The intense pinching on her neck eased as Kit sprinkled kisses over the area. He thrust against her so hard that for a minute, he seemed to have lost his footing. They didn’t hit the alley ground. Instead, he managed to catch himself, his hand scraping angrily over the brick of the building.

Marcy’s head was turned and she witnessed the ordeal. He didn’t stop his sweet assault of her body and she didn’t want him to. Grabbing his hand, she met his gaze as she flicked her tongue out and over the blood welling on his palm.

“Marcy, no!” he shouted, fangs flashing.

Reason ebbed into her sexually drugged mind and she shook her head, sure she was screaming but hearing no sound come from her, Marcy began to panic. Kit’s body shuddered against her and her inner thighs quivered with delight. Her orgasm picked then to strike, giving nearly no warning. It crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her clinging to Kit, having wrapped her legs around his waist at some point during it all.

She exhaled slowly at first, the sound of her heart beating thumped in her ears. Pure bliss. There was no other way to describe the way she felt. A niggle tugged at the back of her mind. There was something off. Something she had been panicked about but now only felt calmness. That is, until her stomach cramped.

She jerked in Kit’s arms, crying out. A sharp burning sensation rooted in her mouth and for a moment she was sure her gums would burst. Kit’s fingers were suddenly in her mouth, tugging at her lips while his cock remained in her.

“Let me see,” he said, his voice harsh.

Marcy wiggled on him, desire rushing through her body, centering between her legs once more. She should have been fulfilled. She wanted more.

Putting his forehead to hers, Kit sighed. “Marcy, beautiful, you have no idea what just happened between us.”

She squirmed more, driving herself onto his cock deeper. “You didn’t come.”

“Oh, baby,” he said, his voice low. “I did so much more than that.”

“I ache,” she confessed.

His eyelids fluttered closed momentarily. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Kit.”

Shame marred his handsome face.

“Make love to me again.”

Confusion knit his brow. “Marcy, I just fucking sired you and you want me to keep going?”

Sired?

She pushed thoughts of his odd phrasing aside. She felt freer than she ever had before. A slow, sensual smile slipped over her. “You want to stop?”

“Hell no!” he exclaimed. “I want to fuck you until we both pass out but, beautiful, I need you to understand something.”

Without thought, her head went forward and she struck his shoulder like a snake, biting hard. Confused, but compelled, she kept going. The taste of his blood only served to make her lose even more control.

Marcy’s bite called upon his demon side. The vampire in him responded to its mate’s request. She wanted more and he’d give it.

Always.

Forever.

They’d exchanged blood in the height of passion, sealing the deal. She was his lifemate now. There was no going back. He’d never taken one before and he never would again. She was it for him. His everything and she was currently riding his cock with skill and determination.

Planting his hands on the building, on both sides of her head, Kit leaned in, giving her better access to continue drinking from him. There was nothing more erotic to his kind than bloodletting during sex.

His cock pulsed and he thrust into her, varying his strokes. Hard. Fast. Slow. Easy. He added some hip action, swiveling just right, his low abdomen striking her clit. She released her hold on his shoulder and cried out as the walls of her pussy clamped around his cock.

His balls drew up and he went ramrod stiff, coming in jetting waves in her. He bathed her heated core with his come and jerked as her body milked him. They remained locked in place for what felt like forever but was more like mere seconds. He withdrew, his cock making a wet, sucking noise as he did.

Marcy stared up at him, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She looked dazed, confused and sated. Her tongue darted out and over the trickle of blood, wiping it away. Blinking several times, she swayed, her hand darting out toward him to help keep her balance.

“Kit?”

“Shh,” he whispered, lifting her into his arms. “Let me get you somewhere private and less—” he glanced around, realizing he’ alley “—public.”

“I’m a what?” Marcy sat before the mirror in Kit’s bedroom, fixated on the man standing behind her. He hadn’t moved one muscle since he’d informed her she was now a vampire hybrid.

He’d gone out of his way to explain to her that vampires and creatures of the night were a very real thing and that he was one of them. Didn’t stop her from refusing to wrap her mind around the information.

Kit eased up and behind her, wearing only his leather pants, the fly of them totally undone. She could see a thatch of hair and knew what the cock felt like that was nestled just out of sight. It was hard to tear her eyes from it. She managed and met his gaze. “Vampire? And you’ve been one since birth?”

He nodded, his hands coming to her shoulders.

“And how long ago, exactly, was this birth of yours?”

Kit took a deep breath. “Nearly a hundred and twenty years ago.”