Scarlet Heat (Born to Darkness) (29 page)

“Oh, no…” I said aloud and hurried into the
bathroom. “Taylor, baby, what did you do?”

I turned with her still over my shoulder, and
surveyed my back in the mirror. What I saw made me cringe—the torn, bloody skin
was almost completely healed—it was as smooth and tan as it had always been
with only a trace of blood here and there. In fact, the only blood I could see
ringed Taylor’s mouth. She looked at me in the mirror, her eyes wide and drugged,
and licked her lips.

“Victor,” she whispered huskily. “I want some
more. More of
you
.”

“Goddamn it, Taylor!” I swore, pulling her off my
shoulder and setting her on her feet with a thump. She swayed and would have
fallen if I hadn’t caught her. She clung to me like a vine, her lush body
draped against mine, her pupils dilated with lust.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, I need you so
much…I ache inside, Victor. I’m so empty—fill me up!”

“No!” I tore my eyes from hers and tried to get
her off me but she wouldn’t let go. The scent of her heat filled my senses like
a drug—clouding my thoughts, allowing the beast inside me room to grow, to take
over. I had to get away from her before I did something we’d both regret in the
morning but I couldn’t get her off me without hurting her.

“Please,” she begged, rubbing herself against me
like a cat. I could feel the wet heat of her pussy against my thigh as her
dress came up, could see the little black lace panties as she pushed the hem
even higher. “Please, Victor, I
need
you.”

“No, you don’t,” I growled. “You need to go to
bed and sleep this…whatever the hell it is, off.”

I half dragged, half carried her into the bedroom
and tried to put her on the bed. But Taylor didn’t want to go. She tangled her
legs with mine and before I knew it I had overbalanced and we were both on the
bed with her under me.

“Now, isn’t this nice?” she purred, looking up at
me. Her long, slender legs locked around my waist and I could feel her pussy
again, this time rubbing against my crotch.

“Taylor,
no,”
I groaned. “We can’t…can’t do this. Not now, not like this.”

“Why not?” She rubbed against me some more and
then reached between us and did something to her dress. I heard a low ripping
sound and groaned when I looked down and saw that she’d torn it straight down
the front. Her lacy black bra and panties were completely exposed—the hard
points of her nipples pressing prominently against the thin material. Her pussy
was soaked, the crotch of her panties was shiny with her honey, clinging to her
plump, swollen cunt lips.

The scarlet thread of heat I had first smelled on
her almost a month ago had become a raging river—a deadly red tide that
threatened to carry me away along with my sanity. I wanted her so badly I felt
like I was going insane.

Take her,
urged the beast inside me.
Take her or change. Fuck or die.

The brand at my back burned like molten metal and
my eyes burned too. I knew from looking in the mirror that they were still
dangerously red because the beast inside me was still dangerously close to the
surface. If I let it out, Taylor would surely die. But if I did what she was
begging me to do…

“Please!” She was nearly crying with need now. As
I watched, her slim fingers slipped into her panties and began to rub. I saw
her part her pussy lips, saw the outline of her hot little clit as she stroked
it and moaned. “Oh…Oh, Victor,” she panted and I saw her hips arch and her body
shudder with pleasure.

She had made herself come right in front of me,
right fucking
under
me. I knew I
should roll away, roll off her but I felt powerless to move. Her heat called to
me, called to the beast inside me.

“Taylor,” I groaned hoarsely. “Baby, please
don’t…”

“I have to.” Her eyes grew suddenly serious.
“Please, Victor, I
ache
inside. I
feel like…like I’m going to die if I don’t have you. It’s like I’m on fire and
you…you’re the only one who can put it out!”

I looked at her closely. Was she telling the
truth? It was true that wolf bitches who went into heat actually
could
reach a point where if they
weren’t bred they would die. But could that actually happen to Taylor? She was
a vamp—would the heat really extend that far—to a life threatening situation?

“Please!” She moved her panties to one side,
showing me her wet, open pussy, the soft pink interior glistening with her
juices. “I need you in me,” she whispered and she was nearly panting now.
“Please, Victor,
please.”

“I
can’t,
baby,”
I groaned, shutting my eyes to cut off the intensely erotic sight of her wet
little pussy begging to be fucked. But there was no way I could cut off her
smell. It was there all around me, so hot, so needy—calling to me, begging me
to take her, to pound into her until she was completely mine.

And that was the problem—I couldn’t be gentle
with her, couldn’t treat her the way she deserved—not like this. My cursed form
knew nothing about making love—it was all about rutting. All about fucking and
breeding and filling her with my cum.

“Yes, you can!” Before I could stop her, she was
unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. Though she had been timid when she
touched me before, the heat had made her bold. She reached in and grasped my
cock, her slender fingers encircling my aching length as she drew me out into
the open. Then she raised her hips and brushed that hot little pussy against
the throbbing ridge of my shaft. “Come on, baby,” she purred. “
Fuck
me!”

Desire raced through me, setting my blood on
fire, causing the brand on my back to feel like it was actually burning a hole
in my flesh. God, how I wanted her! Wanted to claim her, once and for all.
Wanted to make her mine. But…

“I don’t want to hurt you, Goddamn it!” I
growled. I tried to pull away from her. Even with her hot and open before me
and my shaft coated in her wetness, I tried not to. But Taylor suddenly had her
legs locked around me again—I could feel the lips of her pussy part as she
embraced me, could feel my aching shaft sliding along her wet folds, searching
for her entrance…

No, I can’t do this—I
can’t!
I closed my eyes.
I am calm, I am
centered, I am one. I am calm, I am centered, I am one.
Iamcalm,Iamcentered,Iamone…

For a minute I almost felt like it was helping
and then Taylor changed the game.

She bit me.

I felt the familiar rush of pleasure having her
fangs in me always brought. God, I loved that sensation—the feeling of her
piercing me, penetrating my flesh with her sharp little fangs. It never failed
to make me hard, to make me ache for her. And I was already aching, burning
from the inside out I wanted her so badly.

The beast roared inside me…begging to be let
out…demanding to rut. For a minute I actually lost consciousness as he took
over.

The room is a red wash of lust and I see the female before me. She is
bared, her cunt wet and willing and ready for my shaft. Her heat is high…her
scent rising like smoke to fill the room, to fill my head. She will be mine, I
will claim her, fuck her and fill her until no other male dares to even look in
her direction…

“No!” I shook my head fiercely, trying to drive
him back and the room came back into focus.

By that time I was on the bottom and Taylor had
somehow crawled on top of me. She was naked now and my pants were around my
ankles. She was straddling me, rubbing her sweet little pussy against my
throbbing shaft. I groaned as I felt her hot wetness glide along my length and
stop so that just the head of my cock was lodged at her entrance.

“Taylor,” I said hoarsely. “Baby, no—you don’t
want to do that. Not like this.”

She didn’t reply in words. Instead, she leaned
forward and dug her nails into my chest. I let out a low groan as she dragged
them down, leaving red furrows over my pecs and abdomen. She was scratching the
hell out of me and it hurt but it was a
good
pain—an erotic sensation that made my balls tight with the need to come.

“Taylor…” I begged, raising a hand to her but she
only bit me again, sinking her sharp little fangs deep into my wrist. I hissed
with shock and a mixture of pain and pleasure. As mindless as she was, Taylor
seemed to register what an effect her biting had on me. She pulled away and bit
my other wrist, then leaned down and bit my chest and neck.

She wasn’t biting to feed—my blood ran down her
chin unnoticed. No, what she wanted was to make me hers. She was marking me in
the same way a female were would mark her male—with scent and teeth and claws.
God, it drove me
crazy.

“Goddamnit,
Taylor!” I growled.
“God-fucking-damnit
—no!”

She raked her nails down my chest again, threw
back her head and gave a long, low, wailing cry that called to something in my
blood. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up at that cry—it was the sound of a
wolf bitch in heat—the sound she makes when she needs desperately to be bred.
When she has to fuck or die.

Fuck her,
urged the beast inside my head.
Fuck her—breed her. You do it or I will!

I knew then that I had no choice. Taylor’s heat
was dire and my own had grown to match it. Even if it meant losing any chance
of having her permanently in my life, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was too
far gone—we both were. If I didn’t breed her, the curse would claim me. And if
that happened, I would kill her—the beast inside me would literally fuck her to
death. If the uncontrolled heat didn’t kill her first, that was.

I shook my head. This was it then—she would hate
me forever when she came out of this—hate me for doing to her what I had sworn
I would never do. For doing what had to be done.

I was committed to it now but knowing that I was
about to ruin any chance I had of having her forever, made me angry. No, more
than angry—fucking
enraged
.

“All right,” I snarled, switching our positions
suddenly, pinning her to the mattress. “You want to fuck, baby? Then let’s do
it
right
.”

I turned her over roughly and pushed her into
position on her hands and knees in front of me. I hated myself for it but the
beast inside me was so close to the surface I couldn’t be gentle, couldn’t be
sweet the way she deserved.

Taylor didn’t seem to care. She arched back
against me, her naked ass rubbing my cock as I covered her lush body with my
own. I was dripping with blood from all her bites and scratches but I barely
noticed. All I could see was her naked body, all I could feel was her soft skin
against my own.

And all I could smell was her heat—the scarlet
heat that filled my head with madness and wouldn’t let me go.

Grabbing her hips, I pushed her knees apart just as
I had in the vision she’d had on Skull Rock. Taylor moaned and tilted her
pelvis for me, showing me her hot pink pussy, open and wet, practically begging
me to fill her.

I didn’t try to resist anymore. I lined the head
of my cock up with her entrance and rammed home inside her with one hard
thrust.

She moaned and writhed under me when I reached
the end of her channel. I felt her inner muscles contract, almost as though she
was trying to pull me in deeper.

The feeling of her hot little pussy squeezing my cock
like a glove was too much, too good. Instinct took over and I lost myself in
her. And as I did, I lost any tenderness or gentleness I might have had with
her—with the woman I loved. There was no love in my heart now—it was completely
buried by lust. My eyes were hot and burning and I saw everything through a red
haze. All I knew was that I had to have her—had to breed her and make her mine
completely.

I’m ashamed to admit I wasn’t gentle—I gripped
her hips and rammed myself into her as hard as I could. I didn’t try to be
careful, didn’t try to be sweet or go slow—I held her down and fucked her
hard—shoving my cock as deep in her tight little cunt as I could. She was mine,
Goddamnit, and I was going to make sure she fucking well knew it.

Taylor backed against me, her breasts swaying
like ripe fruit with each savage thrust of my cock into her tender, unprotected
pussy. She was gripping the bedspread and moaning, the high, keening sound of
an animal in pain. Was it the heat hurting her…or was it me? Somewhere in the
back of my head I knew I should be more careful, gentler, but I had lost all
capacity for those softer emotions the moment I entered her. All I wanted to do
now was fill her with my cum. All I wanted was to make her mine just once—even
though I knew I couldn’t keep her.

Taylor seemed to want the same thing. She wiggled
against me, bucking wildly. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away or get
more. What if I was really hurting her? What if she was in pain? In distress?

God no, can’t do this. Let her go if she needs to.

The beast inside me roared but a tiny bit of
sanity reasserted itself in my brain. I eased my grip on her hips to release
her. I couldn’t make myself pull out but if she wanted to run, I could at least
let her go.