Trueblood 01-The-Consolation-Prize (13 page)

She gave a tentative smile. “Don’t you need to sleep?”

“Soon.”

He didn’t have that overwhelming desire to sleep yet. Luka wasn’t sure why. Perhaps the blood had revived him sufficiently to allow him to stay awake a little longer. Maybe it was because the chains were gone and an enticing Chloe stood in front of him. Luka sensed that he wouldn’t sleep until he’d made her his. He reached out, unfastened the belt, and pushed the robe off her shoulders so it fell to the floor. He watched her arms twitch as though she wanted to cover herself, then let them drop to her side as she decided not to.

“Ah, Chloe, Chloe.” He sighed her name. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me, what you’re doing to me? I want to go slow but time’s ticking away. You’re hardly going to be impressed if I fall asleep in the middle of making love to you.” He reached out and caressed her cheek with the fingers of both hands. “You are so beautiful.”

She snorted. “I’m so not.”

He gave a short laugh. “You
so
are. My beautiful, brave mortal. You saved me.”

“You mean I could be as ugly as sin, but the fact that I saved you makes me beautiful?”

Luka frowned. “Take the compliment I give you. To me you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

He smiled at the apprehensive look on her face.

“Because you want to fuck me,” she muttered.

And bite you
. Luka growled. “Chloe! Stop it.”

His fingers ran along her lips and she caught his thumb, sucking the tip before she drew it deep into her mouth. Luka’s cock twitched in response, urging him to hurry. He pulled his hand away and without taking his gaze from her, he reached around and unfastened her bra. It fluttered to the floor. Her breasts were perfect. Luka couldn’t remember seeing any more beautiful. Pert and round, he longed to suckle, bite --
No! No biting
. And that little mole on the left-hand side that made his mouth water.

When his fingers touched her nipple it hardened in an instant to a miniature raspberry jewel.

Luka bent his head and swirled his tongue around it, sucking gently, careful to keep his fangs retracted. Chloe moaned and her hands clutched his back, urging him closer. Luka’s body ached for hers; she was so soft and sweet. He raised his head and pulled her tighter, molding her to him.

His hands caressed her; deprived of touching her for so long, now he couldn’t stop exploring her body.

“I can’t go slow,” he gasped into her mouth.

“I don’t want you to.”

Luka claimed her lips in a desperate hunger. The first touch sent wildfire racing through his veins. The second enveloped him in a conflagration. Their tongues parried, danced, united as Luka crushed her breasts against his chest. Her hips snuggled up to his and his hands swept over her back in a compulsion to find every dip and curve, to touch every last inch. Luka wanted to kiss her everywhere, to touch her everywhere, bite --
No
.

Slow down
.

He knew he should, but it was impossible. His fingers returned to her head to spear her hair. Soft locks slipped against his palms and he tilted her head to take his kiss more deeply. Luka’s balls threatened to explode; his cock, ramrod straight, wept tears of frustrated precum.

Slow down
.

His hands dropped to her hips. He ripped away her panties, tossed them aside, and lifted her so she was poised over his cock.

“I told you I can’t go slow,” he said again.

Chloe’s hand moved his dick so the head nudged her folds. Luka heard the keening sigh escape his mouth as she wrapped her legs tight around him. He slid deep inside her with one long, hard thrust that took him in all the way to his balls.

Slow
.

No, he couldn’t. Later.

Luka carried her the two strides to the wall and pressed her against it. Supporting her weight, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy and then drove forward again, burying himself to the hilt. Chloe gasped.

Slow. Take it easy
.

Even as Luka reminded himself to be gentle, his movements grew more powerful. Chloe clung to his shoulders, her eyes half-closed, her panting breaths shooting warm staccato jets at his neck.

He felt every one as if they were little bites.
Arghh, don’t think about biting
. Luka slid his hands further under her ass, fingers digging into tender globes so he could tilt her pelvis forward and could go deeper. Deeper.
Oh God
.

“Luka.”

When she cried out his name and her pussy began to clench around him, his balls tightened and quivered in anticipation. Luka felt every one of her rhythmic spasms grip his cock. She was so hot her fire set him alight. Now that Chloe had come, he could allow himself release. Ha, as if he had that much control. Her climax was milking his climax out of him, dragging it from his toes, the length of his legs, through his groin, until it erupted from his balls and surged down his cock.

Still he drove into her, banging her against the wall as she bucked against him. With every thrust he made, his cum flew from his dick into her cunt. He wanted to fill her up till she overflowed.

He wanted no one else to touch her. She was his. His. With a roar, he shot the last jet into her and stood clutching her tight in his arms, shaking with the effort of not biting.

A moment to recover and Luka lifted her from his cock, held her to his chest, his mouth on autopilot nuzzling her neck, seeking the vein.

Don’t bite her
.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispered.

She shook her head.

“Why do you smell of chocolate?”

“I disguised myself with a face pack to get the blood. I washed it off. Maybe I missed a bit.”

He smiled into her neck.

“Don’t lick it. It tastes horrible.”

“You could never taste horrible.”

Luka scooped her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He pulled back the cover and laid her down. He swallowed the lump in his throat at the sight of her glistening naked body. He wanted to ignore the fact that she looked exhausted, but he couldn’t. It was his fault.

Chloe sighed.
Wow, that blood infusion had worked
. His cuts were healing and he had the sexual stamina of a pig. Weren’t they the ones whose orgasms lasted thirty minutes?

“Are you tired? Do you ache?” he asked.

“A little.”

“I shouldn’t have fed from you.”

She held up her arms and he lay down, letting her hold him.

“If I’d thought to tell you sooner to look for bagged blood, I --”

“Hey, you were a little preoccupied and I didn’t believe you, remember?”

Luka put his mouth against her ear. “God, Chloe, I should be asleep and all I can think about is getting back inside you. I feel like I want to fasten us together so we never come apart.”

“I like the idea of ties wrapped around us so you stay inside me.”

“Oh Christ, now I bloody well want to do it.”

Chloe quivered as he breathed into her ear. Luka smelt different, an exotic musk that filled her head. When he traced the delicate curved edge of her ear with his tongue, twisting spirals began to turn inside her once again, a complex mechanism of wheel turning cog turning wheel, and each turn heightened her desire. She’d never come so many times in her life.

“I want to lick you all over,” he whispered, and his tongue dove into her ear.

It was as if he’d plunged his fingers into the folds between her legs. Chloe gasped, her hands flailing on the bed, until he grasped her wrists and pulled them above her head.

“No way of tying us but I can lick you,” he whispered.

He gave her no choice. His mouth moved over her neck, his lips teasing her skin, making her squirm with sheer delight. His tongue snaked across one nipple to the other, leaving a cool path in its wake.

“Suck me harder,” she gasped, hardly able to believe she’d voiced the request, but his mouth dropped over her breast. When he did as she asked, Chloe felt the pull all the way down to her clit. Her body arched into his, her muscles clenched, and she stiffened. She was being driven mad by a myriad of conflicting sensations -- the rasp of his tongue, his velvety lips, silky hair brushing against her skin and his hands holding her firmly in place.

Luka’s mouth trailed down the center of her body to her navel, and Chloe’s hips rocked off the bed when his tongue delved inside the little dip.

“Ticklish?” he asked.

She forced her eyes open and looked at his face, hair dropping over his forehead, his mouth turned up in amusement. He looked so different compared to the first time she’d seen him in those chains. Now he was relaxed and happy, no lines on his face. He pressed himself up on his hands and powerful muscles rippled across his torso. Almost all the marks on his body had disappeared. His chest looked sculptured, perfect curved pecs, chiseled abs.

“What are you staring at?” he asked.

“That kink in your nose.”

He frowned. “I don’t have a kink in my nose. One benefit of being undead, our bodies repair themselves. We can’t catch diseases, can’t age. We don’t --”

“Know when to stop talking and keep licking,” she teased.

Luka laughed and dropped his head.

Chloe hissed when his teeth nipped her hip bone. “That’s not licking.”

His tongue soothed the place he’d bitten and Chloe forgot the hurt. He released her hands to slide further down her body and settled his mouth on her belly, his tongue then his lips exploring every inch of her. Except the inch or so where she needed him.
Between my legs
. She tried to beam the thought to him and felt him chuckling against her stomach. He couldn’t have heard her.

Her bucking hips had given her away.

Then he was gone and Chloe began to sit up, only to collapse again as he sucked her toes into his mouth. His fingers stroked her foot as he worked and Chloe had to clench hard to keep from coming. The guy had magic fingers, a magic mouth. His tongue flickered along the inside of her knee and Chloe squealed.

“You’re torturing me,” she gasped.

“Want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare. You haven’t got to the good bit yet.”

He lifted her legs, bent them at the knee, and then settled between them. The first wet caress almost stopped her heart. The second one did. The overworked organ faltered in Chloe’s chest.

Luka ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of her sensitive folds, delving deeper with each sweep until he found the pearl within.

“Oh, Jesus,” Chloe whispered, torn between a desire to spread her legs as wide as she could or maybe clamp them together to keep herself going a little longer. The spring was still winding inside her. She knew the longer she held on, the better it would be.

Luka played with her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth, then circling the tiny nub before he sucked it. Too good, Chloe thought as she was pulled into the current. Too much to stand. Too much pleasure. She gasped when she felt his finger slide in with his tongue. No chance to hold back now, Chloe let the wave take her, bring her into shore, and she shook and cried out as Luka sucked the climax from her. The pleasure was so intense Chloe stopped breathing. Her heart had already given up, but she felt as though every organ in her body closed down as her soul climaxed. Luka lifted his head, his face wet with her cream, and Chloe remembered to take a gulp of air.

Aftershocks snapped through her body, reverberating from her pussy, emitting their own tremors of pleasure that gradually died away to leave her stranded, boneless on the shore. Luka’s fingers twitched inside her and her overstimulated muscles spasmed again.

“No more,” she groaned.

“Yes, more.”

Chloe hadn’t thought it possible she could come again, but Luka buried his face between her legs and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her climax grew like a winter storm that brooded on the horizon, threatening from a distance before it began to roll in. It would break. Sooner or later.

Sooner, not later, and Chloe screamed her release.

“No more,” she gasped as she felt herself sliding to oblivion. “Not for a minute or two.”

Luka held Chloe as she slipped into unconsciousness. He was the one who should be asleep yet felt no pull towards darkness. He didn’t understand it, but he wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his hand around his rigid cock and squeezed. He needed to come again. He wondered if he was in some sort of mating rut, possibly because he’d fucked her and not bitten her. His body was telling him it needed that completion -- Chloe’s body and her blood. Luka was amazed he’d managed to hold off from sinking his fangs deep into her neck, but he had.

He smoothed a lock of hair from her face and brushed a knuckle over her sleep-pinked cheeks.

While she slept and he wasn’t fucking her, he could at least think straight. The connection between them was almost alarming. He’d heard her inside his head before he’d even tasted her blood. He wasn’t sure if she’d heard him in hers. She hadn’t slept when he’d sent that command.

Was that because he was weak?

The only thing Luka knew for certain was that he wanted her to be part of his life, despite the fact that she was mortal, despite the fact that she’d grow old and die. But was she his lifemate, or just his savior? There was only one lifemate for each vampire -- at least that’s what he’d always understood. If Chloe was his, then were the next fifty years the only true happiness he could have? She couldn’t have a child with him. She’d grow old and he’d have to watch her die. He didn’t think he could do that.

Luka shook his head. She wasn’t the one. She couldn’t be. This was merely his body telling him what it needed now. If she’d been the one, he’d feel more certain. Wouldn’t he?

She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Did I fall asleep?”

He nodded.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. I thought you’d be the one to drop off and it was me.” She glanced down at his erection and smiled. “Have you been waiting for me to wake up?”

“I was going to give you two more minutes.”

Chloe slid out of his embrace and scuttled down the bed. When Luka saw his cock go into her mouth, he groaned. She sucked once and then pulled it out to stare at it. When she sighed and smiled, a lump erupted in Luka’s throat. She kissed along the length of his tightening shaft, tiny butterfly kisses that threatened to drive him mad, and he threaded his fingers in her hair, trying not to pull. One long slurping caress with her wet tongue from base to tip and Luka heard a strange, rather pathetic noise come out of his throat. He coughed and hoped that fooled her.