Dalton, Tymber - Brimstone Blues [Brimstone Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (42 page)

His mouth closed first around one nipple, then the other, teasing her even more, his tongue flicking against her, drawing low moans from her.

“On second thought,” he murmured, “maybe I’m not in a hurry.” She softly groaned and he laughed, bending his head to her breasts again.

“Please,” she gasped.

“Please what?”

He was going to make her beg for it. He was in a playful mood, and she didn’t mind. “Please take me, make love to me,” she finally whispered.

He smiled, kissing her. “Oh, I’m going to do that, my dear.” He nuzzled her neck again, and she tilted her head to give him better access, part of her hoping he’d bite her, but he didn’t. “I’m going to do that to you. All. Night. Long.” She shivered, trying to press against him.

* * * *

Matthias never expected her to be this way, to give herself to him like this, willing to let him take the lead, give him total control.

He sat up and gently rolled her onto her stomach. With her arms still over her head he ran his hands along her back, brushing her hair out of his way and kissing the nape of her neck.

She shivered. He worked his way south, massaging and kissing her, and when he got to her hips, he grabbed one of the pillows and deftly slid it under her. She started to lift her head to look, and he kissed her.

“No, you said you’re mine,” he whispered, and she shivered again, closing her eyes and relaxing.

He gently spread her legs and reached under her. She moaned into the mattress. As he stroked her pussy with his fingers, she gyrated her hips against his hand. He teased her, not letting her climax, bringing her close several times as he rubbed her swollen clit. Then he slipped a finger inside her, and she pushed against him, wanting more. He put two, then three fingers in her, and she moaned louder, thrusting against him, begging him for release. She was more than ready, her juices flowing freely and he could barely contain himself. He pulled her hips up and gently placed a hand on her back when she started to rise. She relaxed against the bed, and he lined the head of his cock up with her wet pussy.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes!” she gasped.

He thrust his cock deep into her, slowly, knowing she was more open to him this way, not wanting to hurt her.

She moaned again, and he had to stop for a moment or lose himself. Then he curled an arm around her, stroked her, and she exploded around him. It took all his will not to move. When he sensed she was finished, he grabbed her hips and slowly thrust, bringing more passionate cries from her.

He took his time. She pushed against him, meeting every thrust, and finally he couldn’t hold it anymore and increased his pace, collapsing on her as he climaxed. After a few minutes he got his breath back. He wrapped his arms around her, rolling to his side and taking her with him, their bodies spooned together.

“You are amazing,” he whispered in her ear.

She stroked his arm. “Not so bad yourself, mister.”

“Don’t you mean ‘Master?’”

She looked at him, spied his playful, teasing smile, and kissed him. “Only if we take turns.”

“You better believe it.” He kissed her back. “You’d look gorgeous dressed like a dominatrix.”

She laughed. “How come we’ve never role-played like that before? That was incredible.”

“You’ve never asked.”

“What else would you like to try?”

“We’ll pick up a Kama Sutra and see what it says.” He nuzzled her neck, dropping one hand between her legs. She pressed against him, closing her eyes and clutching his other arm. In a few minutes he had her writhing against him, begging him for release.

He’d meant it when he said all night long. He wanted to give her every reason in the world to want to live, to be with him, including this reason.

He gently nipped her, not breaking the skin, but it was enough to send her over the edge, and she climaxed again.

“You know, my name’s not ‘oh God,’” he teased.

She rolled over, pressing against him, kissing him. “Maybe not, but I’ll get on my knees for you any day.”

The comment stunned him for a second, then he realized he was really, really ready, and she had positioned herself perfectly. He slid his cock inside her and thrust hard, her legs and arms wrapped around him, her hips meeting every stroke. He buried his face against her neck to muffle his cry as he came.

* * * *

Later, he protectively held her, his arms curled around her, feeling some of the barrier against him gone. There were still sections of her mind walled up beyond his touch, but he was okay with that. He felt her heart, her love—something that had been missing for several weeks—opened to him, welcoming him in. If that was as far as he could go for now or ever, he was fine with that.

Just to know she still loved him.

“Are we okay?” he asked.

She kissed him. “Yes, we’re okay. I’m sorry I closed you out.”

“You scared me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I was afraid I might hurt you, and I needed time to decompress and deal.”

He caressed her cheek. “I’d wait forever for you, Taz. You know that.”

“I love you, Matthias. Just remember, you’ve loved me for years, known what you are for centuries. I’m still trying to reconcile my past, what and who I am, and rebuild my life.” She paused. “You were right about running Rafe’s company. I have so much to do now, it wouldn’t be right.”

He kissed her fingers. “We’ll find someone to run it who will do a good job. I promise.”

“Okay.”

Matthias didn’t push her. He knew how hard that was for her to admit, that she couldn’t do it all, and how emotional it was for her.

She fell quiet for a long time, and he thought she might have gone to sleep when she spoke again. “I’m sorry about Rafe. I’m sorry you weren’t able to grieve for him because of me.”

He kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay. He would want me to focus on you.” The truth was, he didn’t want to think about Rafe right now. He knew he needed to go through the process, but for now he was so happy to have Taz back in his arms, it wasn’t his priority.

* * * *

Fortunately, the La Concha had great room service, because they spent three days in bed. Matthias wanted to take her on a tour of the city, but every time he suggested it she coaxed him into her arms.

Not that he was complaining.

He sent the jet home and they drove north on US1, taking their time, only making it as far as Islamorada before getting a room. She let him tease her back into bed the next morning, and they spent two days there before continuing their northward journey.

Taz was changed somehow, Matthias sensed. For the better. He wasn’t about to ask why or how, enjoying having her this way, happy and laughing. It was like a weight had lifted, clichéd, but true. Maybe it was having the Tribunal business over and Caroline and Bartholomew gone for good. Maybe it was finally being able to control her powers and use them constructively under stress. She knew she wasn’t a horrible monster, wasn’t out of control. Perhaps now she could put the events behind her and move forward with living.

* * * *

They stopped for dinner in Sarasota before making the final push home. Matthias noticed her watching him across the table, and he smiled.

“What?”

She looked at her plate, and he sensed there was something going on behind the barrier she still held in her mind. “I was thinking.”

He waited, finally encouraging her to continue. “Taz, what is it?”

She looked at him. “I think I’d like to have the wedding at the house. Would that be okay?”

It took him a moment to process her request. When he realized it was a good thing he broke out in a wide grin. “We’ll do whatever you want. If you want to rent the Kremlin, I’ll make it happen.”

“Not necessary. I can’t stand borscht.”

He laughed, reached across the table, and took her hand. “Taz, I’ll marry you wherever, whenever, however you want. You name the time and place and I’ll be there.”

* * * *

Her dad, no surprise, was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the Tampa Trib when they walked in.

She looked at him. “No, you didn’t.”

Robertson looked up. “What?”

“You waited up?”

He put the paper down. “Taz, when will you learn? Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean I stop worrying.”

She hugged him and kissed his cheek. “You’re a good dad. I mean that.”

He smiled and patted her arm. “You’re a good daughter. When you’re not making us pull our hair out.”

She looked at Matthias. “You did tell him we were gone, right?”

Matthias nodded. “But you must admit, dear, you have given us quite a few scares. Not to mention you’ve been rather…distant lately.”

Taz studied the floor. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m starting to fee
l better, more steady.”
It helps that I finally fi
gured out I’m not crazy.

Matthias hugged her. “It will keep getting better, Taz. I promise.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Taz curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. This was one of her favorite movies.

“Bring out ’cha dead. He says he’s not dead.”

She grinned. Rafael did a great impression. “I didn’t know you were a Monty Python fan.” She had to remember to keep her voice low.

“It’s just a flesh wound. That rabbit’s dynamite. Who isn’t a fan? You mean there are heathens who don’t appreciate great comedy?”

She was going to answer him when she heard footsteps and Matthias walked in. “There you are.”

“Here I am.”

“Here we are.”

“Shut up, you
,” she thought to Rafael.

Matthias frowned slightly.
Oops, need to tweak the barrier just a hair more.
He’d caught a whisper of her thought, fortunately not the whole thing. She hated doing this, but if she didn’t, he would see what was going on.

How would she explain to Matthias what they’d done? Could she keep her secrets hidden from him? No, Rafael technically never laid a hand on her.

He just laid her.

This would be tricky. Fortunately it was a funny movie, so Rafael snarking in her brain and sending her into laughing fits wasn’t unexpected. Taz knew Matthias didn’t have much love for Monty Python, but appreciated he was willing to sit there and watch it with her.

“But those huge…tracts of land.”

Taz choked on a piece of popcorn, and Matthias handed her a bottle of water.

“Are you all right?”

She nodded, laughing and choking at the same time. She took a drink, finally dislodged the popcorn. “I’ll live.”

“Need to learn about swallows, Taz.”

“Swallowing.”

“You already know about swallowing, don’t you, baby girl?”