Scarlet Heat (Born to Darkness) (16 page)

Finally, he released my fingers, still hot and
wet from his mouth.

“Now,” he said, his voice a hoarse growl. “Touch
yourself, baby.”

“What?” I glanced at him uncertainly.

He nodded. “Go ahead…do it. See if it helps.”

I had never done this before—not willingly
anyway—for any lover. But Victor wasn’t asking me to put on a show for him—he
was trying to help me. Trying to help me in the only way I could stand to be
helped.

I felt hot all over with embarrassment but I was
also throbbing with need. My body wanted him, wanted so much more than this.
But this was all my mind would allow.

Slowly, I raised the t-shirt and parted my
thighs. Though I knew Victor wasn’t asking for a show, perversely, I wanted to
put one on. A little one, anyway…enough to let him know how I felt. How much I
wanted him and wished I could stand to have him the way we should be together.

I heard him take in a ragged breath when my pussy
came into view. I was so hot, so wet that even my inner thighs were slick with
my juices. My soft little mound was clean and smooth—I had just been waxed at
the time Celeste turned me—so that was my permanent state now. To judge from
Victor’s expression, he approved.

“Go on, baby,” he urged me again in that deep,
husky voice.

“All right,” I whispered and slid my first two
fingers, still wet from his mouth, between my swollen outer lips.

The effect was immediate and electric. It felt
right—good.
Delicious.
I felt like a
plant that needed only a certain type of moisture finally getting watered.
Victor’s essence helped the craving between my legs just like his blood eased
my thirst—but just a little bit. I stroked slowly between my pussy lips,
moaning softly as my fingertips slid over the aching button of my clit, trying
to make it last. But all too soon, the sweet relief was gone and I was burning
again.

Victor must have seen the frustrated look on my
face—heard the soft little sounds I couldn’t help making at the back of my
throat—because he held out his hand for mine again.

“Come on,” he murmured. “You need more.”

“Oh, but I…” I pulled my fingers away, ashamed to
see they were shiny, coated with my juices. “I should…I’d better wash my hands
first.”

“No.” He held out his hand more insistently.
“Please baby, I know I can’t touch you, can’t taste you the way you need to be
tasted, but at least let me do this. Please.”

Reluctantly, I gave him my hand again. Victor
brought my fingers to his mouth again but inhaled first, clearly he was
enjoying my scent. Then he slipped my fingers between his lips and began to
clean them very slowly and extremely thoroughly.

My heart skipped a beat and then began to pound
even harder as he held my eyes with his and sucked my fingers clean. I could
feel his tongue laving each digit in turn, licking me with long, hot strokes,
trying to get every drop of my honey before he finally released me again.

“You…uh…you like it?” My cheeks were so hot I
felt sure my face was about to catch fire but my need was almost equal to my
embarrassment. Seeing that look on his face, that naked desire that mirrored my
own and knowing it was meant for me was both frightening and incredibly hot.

“Delicious,” he growled softly. “Knew you would
be. Go on, baby—touch yourself some more.”

I did as he said, slipping my wet fingers into my
pussy again, sliding over and around my aching clit, even exploring inside to
try and spread some of the delicious relief there.

But once again, it was gone too soon.

Over and over again Victor sucked my fingers,
lapping away my juices with obvious enjoyment. Over and over I returned them to
the source of my heat, trying to satiate the need burning there. But it was
like trying to put out a forest fire with a single bucket of water.

Finally, I was almost moaning with frustration. I
felt like I was close to achieving some kind of release—not just an orgasm but
something deeper. Something that would let me relax for awhile and not be so
hot and helpless and sexually frustrated.

“Victor…” I looked up at him uncertainly. “I
can’t…it’s not working. Not enough. Is there anything else other than, you
know…we can do?”

He looked at me directly. “I could try. Touching
you, I mean—only touching. Sometimes the touch needs to come from the female’s
mate. I think that’s how your body recognizes me.”

I bit my lip, indecisive. I hadn’t willingly let
a man touch me in over six years. Although I had been touched unwillingly
plenty in that time. But I had never been with anyone as gentle as Victor. Even
now, though I could see the hard bulge in his jeans, he simply sat there on the
bed, waiting for my decision. No judgment, no impatience—all I saw in his eyes
was desire for me—and a wish to help me without hurting.

“All right,” I whispered at last. I raised the
t-shirt higher, to just above my breasts—it was a relief not to have the cotton
material rubbing against my tight buds—and widened my stance, opening my pussy
even more for him.

“God, baby…” Victor groaned. He shifted on the
bed but stayed where he was, not crowding me though his eyes devoured me
hungrily. I could see them flashing wolf gold as he took me in from my bare
breasts to the slippery folds of my swollen pussy. It gave me a sense of
power…and of safety. Knowing that he wanted me so much but that he would never
hurt me. That he would go only as far as I asked him to and no farther.

“Do it,” I whispered.

“Yeah, okay.” Victor sucked the tips of his first
two fingers and reached out to me. To my surprise, instead of touching between
my legs, he traced a slow, hot line around my right nipple. Around and around…I
moaned as I felt the healing of his essence penetrating my skin. The pleasure
was intense and my nipples got so hard it was almost unbearable.

“God,” I whispered as he sucked his fingertips
and did it again, this time to my left breast. It felt so good, so
right.
But I needed more—needed him
between my legs. “Victor,” I whispered… “Victor,
please…”

He sucked his fingers again and held them out to
me. “You’re sure?” he asked, looking me in the eyes. “This is all right with
you, Taylor?”

It was more than all right. I was aching to feel
him, dying for his touch.

“Please,” I whispered, spreading my thighs even
wider. “Please, Victor—yes.”

“All right.” Carefully, he slipped two long
fingers between my swollen pussy lips and began a slow, gentle caress.

“Ah!” I gasped, throwing back my head as he
circled my clit. He had me now, literally had me in the palm of his hand and I
had no desire to be anywhere else. The blunt but gentle tips of his fingers slid
over my slippery folds, finding the places I needed him most and giving me what
I craved.

His touch helped—it did—but I still needed more.
Victor seemed to know because he sucked his fingers clean and did it again,
murmuring for me to spread wider so he could touch me more thoroughly.

I was getting closer, I could feel my
pleasure…and the relief that I knew would come with it…building inside. But I
still needed something more.

“Victor,” I gasped. “Oh God, please…I’m getting
close but I need…I don’t know what I need.”

“I know what you need,” he growled softly,
looking in my eyes. “You need me inside you, baby. Deep inside—my fingers, I
mean,” he added. “But I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that. About letting me
penetrate you.”

I bit my lip, my whole body suddenly flushed with
a strange mixture of desire and fear. I had put my fingers inside myself but to
let Victor do the same…to let him actually breach the entrance to my body and
put anything—even his fingers—deep inside me where I had been hurt so
deeply…Could I do it?

“It’s okay, baby,” Victor murmured, shaking his
head. “I understand if—“

“Yes,” I heard myself whispering. “Yes, if…if you
go slowly.”

His eyes softened. “I promise. As slow as you
need. But I think it would be easier if you came a little closer.” He patted
his lap and raised his eyebrows at me, asking a silent question.

I nodded and climbed into his lap. Or rather, I
straddled him, my knees on either side of his long legs and narrow hips and put
my hands on his shoulders.

Victor sucked his fingers and then raised his
other hand to stroke a strand of hair out of my face.

“God, you’re beautiful, baby. Can I…do you mind
if I kiss you while we do this?”

In answer, I leaned forward and captured his
mouth with mine.

It was a light kiss at first, but it deepened as
he entered me below, his long fingers finding the entrance to my pussy and
sliding gently and slowly deeper and deeper.

I moaned breathlessly when he parted his lips and
I tasted my own secret flavor on his tongue. And at the same time, his long
fingers found the end of my channel.

This
was what I needed—exactly what
I needed at last. Well, not
exactly
but
much closer than we had gotten previously. I felt my inner muscles grip his
fingers and at the same time, I held on to his shoulders, my nails digging in
as I struggled to hold still, to simply sit there and take what was given.

Victor seemed to sense my problem.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured hoarsely. “You can
move. Or I can, if you want me to.”

“Please,” I whispered, wiggling shamelessly
against him, feeling his fingers thrust into me in response. “Please, Victor,
yes. I need…I need to come. Please, I’m so close.”

“That’s right, baby,” he growled as he began to
pump slowly in and out of me, his thick fingers sliding gently into my open
pussy. “That’s right, let it go. Let it go and come for me.” At the same time
his fingers were penetrating me to the hilt, I felt the broad pad of his thumb
sliding gently but insistently over the aching bud of my clit. Pleasure built
inside me, a tight knot of heat in my belly, a glowing coal that threatened to
burst into flames and burn me to ashes. And that was exactly what I wanted.

His touch,
I thought deliriously.
His hands on me. His essence in me. Marking
me, making me his. Oh yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes…

And then suddenly, I was sliding over the edge,
losing myself in the sweet, deep joy of giving myself freely to a man who
wanted nothing but my pleasure.

“Victor!” I gasped, my hips working shamelessly
against his hand. My inner muscles clenched around his fingers, the orgasm rushing
through me like wildfire. Then it changed somehow, went from heated to cooling
in a single instant. I felt it rippling over my skin like deep waves in a pond,
quenching the fire that burned me—at least for now. “Victor, oh God,
please…”

“So fucking beautiful…” he growled, his eyes
flashing wolf gold. “Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”

“Oh!” I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but it
didn’t help. I couldn’t seem to stop moaning, couldn’t seem to help the way my
hips were bucking as I rode his fingers, the way I was working against him, my
hands clenched on his broad shoulders as I finally let myself go and came.

Chapter Twelve—Victor

I had never seen anything or anyone so beautiful
in my entire life as Taylor when she finally let loose with me and let herself
go. She had a wild look in her eyes, a heat I had never seen there before and
didn’t know if I would ever see again. It wasn’t a wolf’s heat—not entirely. It
had some of her in it too—some human, some vampire. It was as though she’d
become a mixture—the best parts of all three.

What’s happening to her?
I wondered.
What is being with me doing to her?

And then she gasped my name again, crying out her
pleasure as her hot, sweet pussy squeezed my fingers and I forgot anything but
how beautiful she was. How much I wanted her.

When she finally finished and went limp against
me, panting, my cock was rock hard and aching for her. I wanted to pull her
closer and enter her—and not with my fingers this time. I felt the wolf moving
in the back of my brain, panting and eager, demanding that we claim our mate,
that we mark her and make her ours beyond the shadow of a doubt.

With some difficulty, I pushed the desire back.
This was about Taylor, about helping her handle the weird heat that had come on
her because she was bonded to me. Not about any need of mine. The brand burning
on my lower back begged to differ but I pushed it away, tried to ignore it.
Not now,
I thought savagely.
Not…
now
.

“Oh…” Taylor moaned softly, shifting against me
so that I could feel the points of her nipples pressing against my bare chest.
“Oh, Victor…that was…that was
amazing.”

“You feel better now, baby?” I asked, trying to
keep my voice from sinking down to the wolf’s growl and not entirely succeeding.

“So much better.” She sat back a little and gave
me a dreamy, satisfied smile.