The Cure (3 page)

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

“No.”

“Did you enjoy your first time?”

“No. It was something we rushed to get it over with.” Her first time had been with a guy in high school. They’d been study buddies and went to prom together. She’d never taken him to the pack, or to her family. They expected her to date and marry a wolf. None of the wolves within the pack enjoyed her fuller figure. Most of the pack females had been slender, and it was what pack men wanted.

“I’m going to make you scream, and forget every single touch of another male. I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, and this pussy knows only one master, and that’s me.”

His possessive claim shocked her, but she liked it.

“You’re already blowing my mind, Lucas.”

“I don’t care. I didn’t know you when you lost your virginity. I will not accept another man touching you.”

“Are you a virgin?” she asked.

“No.”

“Then I’m to accept that other women have touched you?”

“You’re the woman I want. I’ve been alive for six hundred years, sweet one. I wouldn’t go without sex.”

“I’m twenty-five years old, Lucas. I wasn’t going to wait around. I wanted to have sex.”

She had wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

“Then we’ll accept our pasts, and from this day forward no other man will touch you.” He pressed two fingers inside her cunt, sliding them in and out.

She was so wet that his fingers slid deep inside.

“I want your cock.”

“You’re going to get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you.” He added a third finger inside her, stretching her pussy. “I’m not a small man, baby. You’re going to need to get used to being fucked by a nice big cock.”

Her pussy clenched, and he cursed. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me.”

****

Sandra tightened around his fingers, and it took every single ounce of his control not to take his cock out and fuck her. His fangs hadn’t retracted, and he’d tried to kiss her without hurting her.

Lucas stared at the rounded curve of her ass, to the puckered little asshole that also beckoned him.

“It’s the mating heat, Lucas. I want you. You’re my mate, and I will do anything in my power to protect you. Please, I need you.”

The fire was also burning brightly in him. The need to mark her was growing with every passing second. He wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh, mark her up so the world around them knew they were mates.

Pumping his fingers into her pussy, he slid his finger against her clit, grazing the nub. She came apart, spilling her cream all over his fingers.

Only when her orgasm ebbed away did he remove his fingers and lick her cream. She tasted like heaven.

Sandra spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him close. “Your turn.”

She shoved her hand into his pants, finding his dick, and wrapped her fingers around his cock at the same time that she slammed her lips down on his. His fangs did not appear to be a problem for her.

Lucas took care of his pants, dropping them down until they hit the floor. Sandra broke away from the kiss, but her lips worked down to his neck, flicking her tongue over where his pulse should be.

He groaned out, wishing that he had a pulse for her to feel. The lack of a pulse didn’t seem to affect her. She kissed down to his chest, flicking her tongue over each of her nipples. “Fuck, that feels good.”

She didn’t let go of his cock as she kissed down his stomach. The scent of her wolf rose in the air, making his mouth water. Her musky cream lingered on his tongue, and he wanted more.

The moment her lips wrapped around his cock, he felt like he was in heaven. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he looked down, watching her take more of him into her mouth.

He’d wanted her like this for the last year, holding back for fear of terrifying her. If he’d known this was how it would be, he’d have taken her at the first chance that had been handed to him. Sandra had always ventured away from the pack and been vulnerable many times yet he’d not taken her. Lucas had given her space because he knew he’d claim her eventually. That time was now.

Pumping his length into her mouth, he refused to close his eyes, basking in the heat of her mouth. She was the fire in his soul, burning brighter, begging for him to be a better man, the best man for her.

He was a vampire but once, many centuries ago, he’d been a man, a walking, talking, breathing man.

“Your mouth is so fucking perfect. That’s it.”

Lucas growled out as her teeth scored up and down his dick. He liked a little bit of pain in with his pleasure. For their first time, he didn’t want to blow into her mouth, so he gripped her hair, pulling her away.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

He pushed her back onto the bed, following down. Sandra opened her thighs wider for him, giving him plenty of room to settle between.

The scent of her pussy was awakening an animal urge within the recess of his mind, begging him to take notice.

Gripping his cock, he slid the tip up and down her slit, coating his dick with her cream. She was so wet, slick, when he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. Sliding into her cunt, Lucas felt like he’d gone from hell and come to heaven. Her pussy was so tight that she wrapped around him like a glove, accepting him into her body. Staring into her blue eyes, he took hold of her hands, and slammed to the hilt inside her.

She cried out, and he groaned, loving her warmth wrap around him.

“Yes, I need you, Lucas, harder, please.”

He loved hearing her beg, and so he fucked inside her harder, going deeper than ever before.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it baby, thrust up to my cock. Show me what you want. Take it all, baby,” he said.

Lucas fucked her harder, driving his dick deeper into her cunt. She screamed around him, but then came together in a rush of need and mating heat. Claiming her lips, he moaned as she swiped her tongue across his fangs.

“Bite me, Lucas, take me, claim me.”

Her pussy was scorching hot. The scent of their mating was heavy in the air. Lucas had wanted to take his time, court her, get to know her. The attack of The Cure, and now the mating heat, had taken it all out of his hands.

Striking her neck, he plunged into her vein and fed on her blood. The lust combined with the need to feed took over. Slamming inside her, Lucas mated with his woman, feeding six hundred years of yearning into the mating. He was going to make sure she didn’t look anywhere else for a mate. She would belong to him, in every sense of the word.

Sandra came around his cock, and he pounded deep into her pussy, filling her tight cunt with his cum. They both came together in a heat of mating, fucking his cum deep. Neither of them had the time to bask in their mating together.

A knock sounded on the door to the bedroom.

“I hate to do this, Lucas. We’ve got to go. The Cure is coming, and we’re going to the safe house,” Sean the warlock called.

Cursing, Lucas pressed his head against Sandra’s head. “We’ve got to go.”

Tears filled her eyes. “We’re in the middle of a war. It’s to be expected.”

Sandra couldn’t believe how many different kinds had joined together. They were underground in what looked like some ancient sewage works.

“We won’t be found here,” Sean said. He was the warlock who’d warned them all.

Lucas tightened his hand around hers. From the moment they had left his bedroom, he’d not let go of her hand. They had stayed at the edge of his property watching as The Cure tried to find him, to kill them all.

They were the enemy, not the man who was now her mate. His mark was on her neck, and everyone in the sewer had seen it.

She refused to hide it or to pretend it wasn’t there.

“Why?” she asked.

“Vampires are excellent sensors, but the design of the sewers affects their ability to find us, even living things. The scent of the earth covers our smells,” Sean said.

“We’re protected by this.” Lucas gestured around the dirty, mucky sewers.

“We’re hiding in sewers.” Releasing his hand, she rubbed her arms. “People out there are dying.”

“With The Cure hyped up on wolf blood, there’s not enough of us,” one of the guys said.

“Who are you?” Sandra asked. He was a wolf. She didn’t recognize him.

“Name’s Malcolm. My pack was killed three months ago. We were on the run from The Cure. They found us, and now I’m trying to be part of an army that spends more time running than standing and fighting.”

“We’re not strong enough,” Patricia said.

Sandra watched as they started to argue, all of them giving excuses.

Their anger kept growing louder to the point that Sandra covered her ears. The echoes of their voices must have been easily heard from the street.

“Shut up,” Lucas said. His loud voice stopped everyone where they stood. “Listen.”

She looked up hearing the shuffling of feet.

“They’re here.”

“Run!” Lucas grabbed her hand, and they all started running in opposite directions. They followed Patricia who was shooting balls of fire out of her hands. Sandra saw the vampires rushing toward them.

“Move,” Patricia said, shouting.

Ducking out of the way, Patricia sent fireballs behind her. Sandra couldn’t help but scream. Lucas was behind her.

“Why can’t you teleport us?” she asked.

“I can’t underneath the sewers. Metal affects the way I can move. We could end up somewhere in the sunlight,” he said. “Also, we’re not leaving anyone behind, and I can only teleport one person.”

They made it out of the sewers, charging up out of the bank. They were at the edge of the park near the city, and as she was running, Sandra felt Lucas tug out of her grip.

Spinning around, she saw one of the vampires had her man with a hand around his throat. If they succeeded in beheading him, Lucas would be lost forever. She couldn’t let that happen. Charging forward, Sandra called on her wolf, shocking herself as her wolf came forward. Shoving the vampire off Lucas, she spun around, slamming her fist into the other. Everything went silent around her as she was circled by three vampires.

“You made a mistake, little wolf,” one vampire said.

Sandra smiled. She wanted their blood, needed it.

Usually the wolves were only able to turn by the full moon. Something must have happened during her mating because her wolf came forward.

Save.

Protect.

Mate.

Love.

The vampires around her hesitated as her fingers turned to claws, and her own fangs came forward. Tilting her head to the side, Sandra smiled. They hadn’t expected her wolf to come out and play.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

One vampire charged toward her, and she struck him down with a slash across his face. His screams echoed while she attacked the next two vampires.

When they tried to land blows on her, Sandra dodged them with a speed that took even her by surprise. Then it suddenly occurred to her, she was teleporting. Closing her eyes, she pictured the vampire’s back, and within a second she was on him. Striking on his neck, she tore his head off and threw it on the floor.

Seconds later, Sandra stood, covered in blood, and watched as the vampires withered, died, and turned to ash before disintegrating. Watching the evidence of what she’d just done disappear, Sandra started to pant.

“What did I do? What did I do?”

Lucas rushed toward her, grabbed her face and held her. “It’s okay.”

“They were going to kill you.”

“I know. You saved me. I’ve alive. I’m safe.”

“We’ve got the means to kill them,” Patricia said.

“What?” Sandra asked. She stared at Lucas, holding onto his arms in case he let go.

“They were not expecting her to change into a wolf. We’ve got the upper hand.”

Sandra shook her head. “I can’t do this.”

Pulling out of Lucas’s grip, she bent over and vomited.

“Shit, we’ve got to get out of here,” Lucas said, holding her hair out of her face. She didn’t see anything else as the world started to spin.

“We can kill The Cure and finally be free,” Sean said. “That was a close call. We’re strong enough, and we have the advantage.”

“We’re not talking about hunting anyone right now,” Lucas said. “I’ve got you, baby.” He whispered the words against her ear, and she accepted his love and affection. When she stopped vomiting, the world didn’t stop spinning.

“I think I’m going to faint.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

At some point Sandra felt like she was being carried, and when she couldn’t stand it anymore, she let the darkness claim her once again.

****

“This will be safe,” Patricia said. “I’ve placed some boundary spells. It will keep them out long enough for us to find shelter.”

Lucas nodded, placing his woman in the bed. They were at Patricia’s old coven that had been abandoned when The Cure attacked.

“It won’t keep them out for long,” Lucas said, wiping away the remains of the blood from his woman. She had gone feral in her need to protect him.

“They got Malcolm, Dawn, and Indigo.” Patricia named the three people they had lost.

The three vampires that Sandra killed hadn’t been the only vampires that had descended on them.

“We’ve got to stop this, Lucas.”

“I know. I’m not going to risk my woman, Patricia.”

“This isn’t about you or her,” Sean said, coming into the room. He was wiping away blood from a split lip. “This is about all of us, and you can’t just push us aside because you found your mate.”

“I’m not doing that. She’s passed out. I’ve just witnessed something that I’ve not seen in over five hundred years, and you expect me to do what? Just shove her toward The fucking Cure? I’m not going to put her in danger.” Lucas stepped up to the warlock, and in that moment he didn’t care if he got hurt. Sandra had stepped in to save him. He’d do the same to protect her.

“She’s all we’ve got, Lucas. I congratulate you on finding your mate, but the moment The Cure hears about her, that’s it. Her days will be numbered, and they’re going to go hunting for her. How long can we keep her safe? We’re all dying here, Lucas. There’s not much chance of us surviving this. We’re all fucked.”