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Authors: Marata Eros
Noose (Road Kill MC #1) (49 page)
CHAPTER 9
Cole undressed Rachel with barely contained relish. Finally, he would consummate a relationship he had yearned for his entire vampiric lifetime. After months of running and strife, they had found a place to be, to exist together. A new order of coven, where Druid and Reaper flesh could unite to form a new race.
I couldn't wait for his touch and pushed the black leather from his massive shoulders. Cole shrugged it off, tearing his belt through loops with a high, whistling sound, the only noise in the room.
He tore the black T-shirt over his head, no hair to get in the way of his nakedness, the skull trim a shadow of black on his head as he dipped forward to capture my lips in his.
I melted into the hard lines of his body, never resisting, beyond resistance.
Cole carried me to the bed, pushing up the formal skirt I had worn to the “wedding” of the new queen.
My Druid sister.
To mate with me all Cole needed to do was plunge his shaft into me, spilling his Reaper's seed deep in my channel to ignite a pregnancy that would begin the new race. A race of equality and happiness. I didn't want to think about what it would mean to other vampire that there were Reapers and Druids pairing off and breeding out the low vampire. Leaving the old ways behind.
Cole growled and my distracted attention went back to what he was doing. “I cannot give you the pleasure I would wish for you, Rachel. I must bury myself like a sword of flesh in your body and spill my seed,” he said, his voice strained as he saw my panties, sheer enough to see the small
V
of hair that grew there revealed to perfection through the hot scarlet fabric.
He bent low and tore the panties off with his fangs, the pull of the fabric jerking my body. Cole immediately plunged his face into my pussy, his fangs out and rubbing delicately along first one fold then the other, like a cat scent-marking, he rubbed until my moistened honey poured out of my hot hole.
“You are so ready,” he murmured against the heat of my snatch. He put his large hands on my thighs and gently spread them until my folds were spread and pink, open for his sensual invasion.
I opened my legs further, inviting the exploration of his fingers. Cole complied by inserting two fingers, slipping them in and out until my breathing came fast and hard. I felt like I was hyperventilating.
“Put it in me... please!” I said in a hoarse voice, I couldn't stand it anymore. So many times interrupted, so many delays. I wanted his prick in me as deep as it would go. I spread my legs and lifted my hips even as I felt his finger leave me and the tip of his huge cock widen my opening to accommodate his size.
Which was considerable.
Cole worked his prick in, spreading the tightness of me until his entire length was buried to the end of me. He slowly pulled out, my pussy grabbing at him the whole way. I'd never been with a man that felt this way, this tantalizing dance of flesh perfectly matched, fully attuned to each other's bodies.
I moved to meet him and as he began to plunge in and out of me, smoothly pulling out and entering deeply I could feel the heat from his thrusts build inside my core, the need to release a deafening rhythm that only he could relieve, a delicious roaring in my ears.
“Rachel,” Cole said, his dark eyes meeting mine, no longer silver in the low light of the room. “Look at me as I spill my seed into your willing vessel.”
I did, falling into the well of eyes gone obsidian with desire, intent.
I lifted and he plunged. Finally, our flesh smacking together... it stuck and he grew still above me.
Then I felt it, a warmth spread deep within my pussy, hot seed filling me, my legs spread to receive, my pussy open to accept. I could feel my pulses as an orgasm shattered in response to his cum, sucking every bit of what he was giving deep within me.
With his prick still throbbing inside my pulsating pussy he said, “And now, I will pleasure you.”
He withdrew from the center of my pleasure, his face, tongue and hands descending on my wet and satisfied core.
He buried his face in me.
We stayed that way for a long while.
While I writhed beneath him in an ecstasy beyond measure.
CHAPTER 10
I laughed alongside Holly. We were
so
into a routine, pleasing our vampire mates at rest and frolicking during the day. Protected, fulfilled and no longer dissatisfied with our meager existences from before.
“I'm not bowlegged!” Holly mock huffed, her hands crossed and cradling a bosom that was well displayed in the clothing that Zach liked to see her in.
“I don't know, you spend more time in your bedroom than out of it!” I laughed.
Holly looked down at the spoon in her hand and blushed a light pink, the color spreading across her cheekbones delicately. “That's true, but you're one to talk! We can hear you and Cole from two states away!”
I smiled, she had me there. “Wait until more Druids come... this will turn into a pleasure palace.”
“I think it already is,” Holly said with a smirk.
I smiled, thinking she'd come a long way from innocent virgin to willing queenly slut. But not quite yet. She was due to consummate with the three Reapers.
Cole and I were mated and her true mate had enjoyed unlimited access to her willing body for a week.
As I thought of it The Natives were Restless.
In this case, the vampire.
As if on cue, Josiah, Elias and Andrew entered the room, their eyelids at half-mast, all attention on Holly.
She was feeling the moment, I could tell. She stood, smoothing a hand over her long skirt, the material had a metallic thread running throughout, in gold. Fit for a queen. A bustier in a deep crimson, tied and cinched, accentuated her wasp waist while heaving her ample breasts to be displayed like ripe plums for the taking.
The males watched her move toward them and met her halfway across the room.
“I'm ready,” she breathed as each one began to seductively paw her as she stood there.
“We know,” Andrew said.
“We smell your fertility; you are ripe to accept our seed within you,” Josiah told her.
Elias buried his hand beneath her skirt. Her soft moaning told me all I needed to know about where his finger had disappeared to.
Josiah and Andrew picked her up as Elias caressed and plundered her hidden flesh.
Holly's eyes met mine as the Reapers carried her away.
To fuck her into oblivion.
Or bliss.
No
, I thought...
definitely bliss.
THE END
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