Robert (11 page)

William nodded. “I take it they visited you in a dream because, you know, dead people walking around is going to get a lot of attention.”

“It was left in a note. A note and a film. They’d taped themselves. Bizarre, really, I know. What’s going to happen to me?” She knew that it was going to be something bad. The news that vampires didn’t hunt witches to kill them had been a relief, but it didn’t change the deceit Sophie and she had perpetrated. Katie had been right, she should have just answered to the Council, then she wouldn’t have to be worried about Sophie.

He turned to her then. “Do you want to live?”

What a strange question. She nodded. “Of course I do.”

He took the cup from her hands, helped her from her seat. He moved the hair away from her neck. Every touch made her gasp. Her nipples budded and goose bumps erupted on her flesh. “Do you trust me?”

She shook her head.

“Good!”

He bit down into her delicate, exposed throat. Katie screamed, fighting to get away from him. William was feeding from her. She could feel the blood leaving her body. The strike from his teeth sunk into her neck. The points dug all the way into her collarbone. He would break her in two.

“Let go, please,” she begged, the pain unbearable. The sounds in the kitchen were of his sucking and her whimpers.

He was taking too much.

It hurt.

Little dots were playing in her vision. She was struggling to stay awake. Her body tensed.

The pulling on her blood became too painful.

Fading…fading…fading.

Chapter Seven

Robert looked at the clock. William should be doing his bit to keep Katie safe. Now it was his turn. He drank down his shot of vodka. It would stem the fiery attraction coursing through his veins.

Robert was amazed by her bravery. He admired her. She’d had to deal with so much, terrified, scared and alone, with no one to run to for comfort, or to ask what she should do. And now he was going to complete the final part of the blood bond.

He needed to remember that Sophie was a virgin, and that in order for this to work she had to accept him into her mind
and
her body.

He glanced at the clock again. No matter how many times he stared at it, it wouldn’t change what he had to do. It would be easier if he could be angry.

But two women hadn’t understood the consequences of being afraid. All they had done was try to keep themselves safe.

It wasn’t a coincidence that tonight had been the night the wolves had planned their attack. They still had time to change Katie to their side.

Innocence was so over-rated. If Katie had gone out and slept around, it would have just been a direct hit tonight. A quick, clean kill. But because her precious virginity remained intact, they still had a chance to manipulate her. To turn her into a mongrel-witch. No matter how much he dwelt on it, it wouldn’t change the fact that Katie was innocent and at risk. He couldn’t help her now.

But he could save Sophie—he just prayed he could protect her against the wrath of the Council as well.
Sophie was his one and only priority. He would have to trust in William. He gulped down some of his aged brandy and turned to the door.

He entered the bedroom to see she was already in bed. She lay facing the window. The full moon shone down, highlighting her perfect face.

“You know, I’ve spent years thinking about this moment. Wondering if I would do it with my husband or with a friend or someone I loved.” As she spoke, her gaze never left the beauty of the full moon.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say.

She rolled over to look at him.

“I’m pleased my first time is with you. I know we don’t know a lot about each other and I’ve caused you many problems but…well, I’m happy it’s with you.” Sophie got up out of the bed and moved towards him.

She took his hands, bringing them up to her lips, and kissed them.

“You’re my husband. Since we bonded, I’ve felt a part of you. For the past three years. After tonight, I don’t want to be parted from you again.” She kissed the inside of his wrist. “I know I’ve done wrong, but I did it thinking only of doing the right thing. I can’t be sorry, because I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” She laid his palm against her breast.

He cupped her breasts, feeling the hard nipples pressing against his skin, her pale mounds filling his hands.

With one hand still pressed to her breast, he used the other to take her chin. “Your words mean a great deal to me, Sophie Ford, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be.” He leant down and kissed her on the lips.

She responded to him, curving her hands around his neck. The kiss was hot, appealing to both senses, touch and taste. Sophie squirmed to get closer. To feel the contact of skin to skin. His palm never left her breast. He stroked the turgid nipple with his thumb, causing her to cry out. She opened her mouth on a scream and he plundered it, taking full advantage of her vulnerable lips. He filled her with his tongue, tasting her, exploring her.

He fisted his hand in her hair, holding her to him. Her nipples pulsed for more attention. She moaned, lifting her leg up over his hip, trying to get more intimate contact. The warm glow of lust consumed them both. They were drugged. They fed from each other’s kisses. Sophie couldn’t get enough of him.

He walked them backwards until they fell onto the bed.

She giggled as he landed on top of her, knocking the wind from her.

“You’re heavy.”

He laughed, piercing her heart with his sinful smile. She gasped as lightning shot straight through to her clit. She was doomed if that was her reaction to just his smile. There was no way Sophie would survive the main event.

He came off her, but pulled her up so that she was resting against the pillows again. He laid a kiss on her lips, then went down to her jaw and over her collarbone, making her gasp at the violent sensations running through her. She didn’t know whether to pull away or beg him for more. Her body was filled with an urgency to feel this man’s body between her thighs.

She opened her legs willingly, silently begging him to move between them and assuage this terrible ache, to sate them both.

Sophie was beginning to understand why people became addicted to sex.

His lips left a trail of fiery ecstasy in their wake. Her body was alive and screaming for attention. His lips were at her breasts.

“Give them to me.”

She looked at him, dazed and confused.

What does he mean?

“Offer me a breast,” he told her. It was strange, as though he was reading her mind.

Taking one of her mounds in her palm, she offered him a bite. She tensed, scared, but she wanted to feel him biting into her, feeding on her blood.

He teased her nipple, playing with her body.

She watched as he attended to her, his tongue flicking out. Her breasts looked wet and swollen in the moonlight.

“Bite me,” she begged him.

He bit down into her nipple and she watched him swallow. The pain was light, its sting delightful. Her nipples were so sensitive, taking a pulsing message down to her clit. She could feel the gathering orgasm she’d experienced many times before—but only at her own hand.

She wanted to feel his hand between her legs. To know what it was like to have a male finger teasing her aching clit.

She took his hand and guided it to where she’d been thinking about having it seconds earlier, to where she craved his touch, pressing one of his fingers against her swollen clit. Sophie moaned and prayed he would give her more.

The merest contact had her almost dizzy with longing. She pushed her hand on top of his and she could already feel how wet she was for him. She should probably be embarrassed, but being embarrassed would take too much energy. Her energy was reserved for him.

“What do you want from me?” he asked her.

She looked up as his mouth left her breast, the cool air sending shivers down her spine.

“I want you to make love to me. To show me what it’s like to be a proper woman. Your woman,” she spoke the truth.

He stared at her for some time before she felt his finger move between her legs. She took her hand from over his, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

Sophie opened her legs wider so he could have complete access to her body. Her eyes closed of their own accord as she allowed her heart, mind, body and soul to be taken over by rapturous bliss.

Robert watched her give herself over to him. She looked so stunning that she took his breath away. Or rather, she would have taken his breath away if he could breathe. Her bud, peeking out from its hood, was swollen and begging for attention.

The smallest touch had her arching up to meet him, a cry escaping from her lips. He smiled. He loved the feeling of being able to take her past the point of no return. Robert didn’t just want to do that with his fingers. He wanted to take the time to explore and taste her.

He moved down the bed, his gaze directly on her mound. The hairs were light blonde, giving a clear view as if she was shaved. Already her lips were filled with blood and opened wide. He could see her cum glistening all over, lubricating her—preparing her body to receive his. Her clit caught his eye, swollen, engorged and pulsing. He pressed his tongue against it, licking her. She smelt and tasted delicious.

He licked her up, her essence addictive. He’d been so long without a woman—over three years, to be exact. After the bonding ceremony, the thought of touching another woman had repulsed him. The connection between Sophie and him had been strong from the beginning. No matter what he was doing, he had always been able to sense her.

“Hold on to the frame,” he told her. He’d seen her clenching her fists and, if his assessment was right, as well as never having had a man between her thighs with his cock, a man’s tongue was new to her as well. This would drive her to the pinnacle in a matter of moments.

He wanted to spend as much time as he could arousing her, so that when he took her virginity the pain would be slight.

Robert spread her lips open with his thumbs. He tongued her clit, sliding up and down her slit. He licked her clean, then teased her clit again, creating more of her cream. He could see the hold she had on the bed. Her head was flung backwards, her groin moving in time with the rhythm of his tongue. He smiled as she squirmed and growled in frustration when he stopped her building towards the desired peak.

As she felt the rising climax within her, her stomach sucked in and he could see the orgasm gathering—then he pulled away, exploring the rest of her pussy. There was more to a woman than breasts and a clit. He teased the fine hairs surrounding her pussy. A little closer and he would feel the wetness of her slit, not from his licking but from her own cream. Her arousal intensifying with each caress. She appeared to be sensitive—everywhere he touched elicited a response from her.

He smiled when she moaned once again, her body and her thrusts becoming more frenzied as he refused her more of what she wanted.

His cock was tight and begging for him to plunge inside her body, but he wanted this to last. A woman’s first time should always be memorable as the beautiful force it was.

“Please,” she gasped when she couldn’t take any more. “Please, let me come.”

Her body was on fire and he would need to put the flames out soon—otherwise he would spoil the moment.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, teasing and tormenting, keeping his attention on her.

As she climaxed, he felt the response of her body, sensed the rush of endorphins pulsing through her blood. He heard it, too, as she screamed her completion into the room.

Her body jerked against the continuing onslaught of his tongue. He saw and tasted the cream leaking from her body.

Robert had the male satisfaction of knowing he’d been the first to bring her to orgasm with the use of his tongue.

Soon she was moaning for him to stop, but he refused. She had wanted orgasm and he would give it to her—multiple orgasms.

Before long, her body hurtled into another orgasm, leaving her faint and sated. Only when Robert was satisfied that she would be able to take him inside her body without pain did he move up the bed.