The Vampire's Kiss (Other World Series Book 1) (6 page)

He pulled her hand away and she slapped at
him, mewling with need and frustration.  He grinned and pulled his shirt off
before lying down between her thighs. 

“Cover your mouth, little dove.”  He
whispered before his tongue slicked across her clit.  She bucked her hips and
threw her arm over her mouth, screaming once more as she came hard again.

Even before she had finished he was parting
her lips with his long fingers and licking her cream away.  It tasted nearly as
sweet as her blood.  His tongue probed her tight opening and she moaned his
name.  He pushed her thighs wide and began his sweet, sensual assault once
more.

She lost track of how many times he brought
her to orgasm.  By the time he pushed his pants off and propped himself above
her, his face was soaked with her juices and the need that had been driving her
nearly mad had lost its edge. 

She still wanted him, needed to feel his
cock inside of her, but she no longer thought she might go crazy.  He smiled at
her and her gaze dropped to his fangs.  They were long and glistening and her
pelvis arched as she thought about them sinking easily into her soft flesh. 
There would be pain, but it would be a sweet pain she thought dimly. 

“Are you ready, my sweet dove?”  He
whispered.

“Yes.”  She murmured.  “Please fuck me,
Val.  Please.”

He pushed his cock into her, both of them
moaning as he slid easily into her tight, wet cunt.  She wrapped her legs
around his waist, hooking her feet into the small of his back as he thrust
slowly in and out of her.

“You feel so good, Abigail.”  He groaned. 
“So warm, so wet.”

He leaned down and, for the first time,
took her nipple into his mouth.  He teased it gently with his tongue, feeling
it harden in his mouth.  He kept his fangs away from her nipple, not wanting to
scratch her accidentally, and sucked hard.  Her hands gripped his head as her hips
twitched and jerked against him and she came helplessly around his hard cock. 

He smiled down at her and continued to
plunge in and out of her as she gasped and moaned beneath him.  The warmth was
growing within her again and she urged him to move faster.

He shook his head.  “No, Abigail.  You
don’t get to come again until I let you.”

“Please, Val.”  She panted.  “Please...”

“You don’t like this?”  He whispered. 
“Should I stop?”  He pulled out of her, resting the head of his cock against
her opening, and she cried out with frustration.

“No!”  She clutched at his rock hard
biceps.  “Please don’t stop!  I need your cock.  I need it so much.”

“I know, little dove.”  He said soothingly
as he slid his cock back into her.

Abigail moaned.  His cock was as hard and
thick as she had imagined it to be.  Each time he pushed into her, it filled
her wet pussy completely and she quivered helplessly under him.

As he slowly pushed in and out of her, the
fire grew in her until she was devoured by it.  She couldn’t stop staring at
his mouth and when he dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth, she
twisted against him, trying to scrape his teeth against her.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with
lust.  “Naughty girl.  I almost bit you when you did that.”

She took a deep shuddering breath and the
plea was coming out of her mouth before she could stop it.  “Please bite me,
Val.  Please.”

He didn’t make her beg.  He couldn’t have
even if he wanted to.  His need for her blood had consumed him and he thrust
rapidly in and out of her as he plunged his fangs deep into her shoulder.  She
cried out and he could feel her cunt clamping down around him as her orgasm
burst through her and her blood filled his mouth in a sweet hot rush.  He drank
deeply as his entire body shuddered and he climaxed hard within her. 

Abigail cried out again as her orgasm radiated
through her.   The pain from Val’s bite had faded quickly and she was having her
strongest climax yet.  It radiated from her pelvis through her entire body, and
with one final shouting gasp she arched her hips against his and passed out.

“Wake up, little dove.  Please.”

His voice whispered in her ear and she
blinked and stared blankly at the ceiling of the barn.  Val’s face, lined with
worry, appeared over her.

“I fed too much.”

She shook her head. “No, you didn’t.  I
didn’t, uh, pass out from lack of blood.”

He stared puzzled at her for a moment and
she blushed when he suddenly grinned widely.

“Stop looking so smug.”  She muttered.

He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. 
His hard chest was rubbing against her breasts and she was dismayed to feel a
familiar tingle starting in her pelvis again.  She should have been sated.  She
had come multiple times, the last one so intense she had passed out, but
already she could feel the need for him starting up again.

She squirmed a little, trying to put some
space between them, and he frowned and pressed his upper body against hers. 
“Where are you going?”

“I should go back to the house.”  She
muttered.  “It’s late.”

“Not that late.  There is still plenty of
time left.”

“Plenty of time left for what?”  She
already knew the answer.

He smiled and rubbed his thumb across her
swollen mouth.  “Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to,
little dove?”

She had no reply for that and he winked at
her before lying beside her and cupping her breast.  He rubbed at her nipple,
watching as it tightened into a hard little bud and her pale skin began to
flush.  He cupped her other breast, the nipple had already stiffened, and a
moan escaped her throat when he traced it lightly with the tip of one finger.

“Turn onto your stomach, Abigail.”

She tensed and shook her head no and he
frowned at her.  “Why not?”

“I don’t want to, okay?”  She gave him a
shaky smile.  “Please, Val.”

She reached down and took his cock into her
hand, rubbing back and forth firmly as he inhaled sharply.

With her other hand she tried to urge him
on top of her.  “Like this again, okay?”

He pulled her hand away from his cock and
shook his head.  “No.  Turn over, Abigail.”

The desire was fading from her eyes and he
could see a secret lurking deep within their depths.  He scowled.  He didn’t
want her keeping anything from him.  The look of anger on his face made her tense,
and he placed a gentle hand on the swell of her belly. 

“I won’t, Val.  Don’t ask me again.  I’ll
fuck you but only on my terms.  Do you understand?”

“I do.”  He murmured soothingly.  He bent
his head and kissed her until her body relaxed and she was making soft noises
of pleasure.  She clung tightly to him, her soft hands stroking his broad back
and her hips arching repeatedly against him.

He released her mouth and gave her an
apologetic smile.  “Forgive me, little dove.”

She blinked.  “Forgive you for what?”

He flipped her effortlessly onto her
stomach, pinning her upper body down easily with just one hand between her
shoulder blades.

Her yell of shock and outrage was muffled into
the blanket and she whipped her head to the left and glared at him.  “Goddamn
you, Val!”

He didn’t answer.  He couldn’t answer.  The
words had been sucked out of him by the horrific sight of her back.

“Who did this to you?”  He choked out.

She refused to answer and instead kicked at
him.  He put one leg over both of hers almost absentmindedly.  She was no match
for his strength and she collapsed against the blanket, nearly spitting at him
in fury.

“You had no right to do that, Val!  I told
you I didn’t want – “

“Hush, Abigail.”  He was still looking at
her back.  “You belong to me now, and there will be no secrets between us.”

She gaped at him.  “I do not belong to
you!”

“Yes, you do.”  He spoke absently as if the
subject was closed to further discussion.  He leaned over her and examined her
back closely.  The pale, soft skin of her upper back was marred with ugly rope-like
scars.  He dropped his eyes to her lower back and snarled in silent rage when
he saw the raised scar in the shape of a cross on her skin.  “Tell me who did
this to you.  Now, little dove.”

She sighed.  “My foster mother.”

“What’s a foster mother?”

She squirmed again.  “Let me up first.”

He released her but before she could flip
over he had hauled her into a sitting position between his own spread legs.  He
bent her forward slightly and pushed her long hair to the side so he could
continue to look at her back.

Everywhere he looked he found something
else that made his rage grow. Her back was covered with hundreds of thin, pale
lines of scars that were nearly hidden by the larger scars.  There were small
round marks that could only be burns.  On the back of her left shoulder, nearly
hidden beneath a particularly large scar, the word ‘whore’ had been carved into
her skin in neat, block letters.

“My parents died when I was a toddler.  I had
no other relatives so in my world they put you into what they call ‘foster
care.’  Other people are paid to take care of you.”

She cleared her throat and raised her
knees, leaning away from Val and resting her arms on her knees and her chin on
her arms.  “When I was seven I was put in a foster home with a woman and her
husband.  The husband was, well, he wasn’t normal but he wasn’t crazy.  The
woman was a complete lunatic.  She was religious and made me spend hours on my
knees praying and asking for forgiveness of my sins.”

“What were your sins?”

She shrugged.  “Anything and everything. 
Slamming the door was a sin, toothpaste in the sink was a sin, laughing too
loudly was a sin.  The rules changed every day.”

“She said that God came to her every night
and told her whether I was truly repentant of my sins for that day.  If he told
her I had prayed hard enough and he had forgiven me then I wasn’t beaten. If
not, she would whip me with a leather belt in the morning.  Or sometimes she
used piano wire.”

She stared moodily at the side of the
stall.  “Just between you and me - if God did come to visit her every night,
that dude is a real dick.  I prayed for hours every night, begging for
forgiveness, and I still got almost daily beatings.”

“Was there no one to help you?  No one that
you could go to?”

“Diana said she would kill me if I told
anyone.  She told me God would strike me dead with lightning before I even had
the chance to tell people what she was doing.  I was only a child and scared to
death.  To this day, I hate thunder and lightning storms.”

He reached out to trace the word carved
into her skin and was not surprised to see his hand shaking with rage.  “And
this?”

She actually laughed a little.  “Diana
carved that into my skin when I was fourteen and she found a romance novel in
my schoolbag.”

“A romance novel?”  Val looked at her
doubtfully.

“It’s a book about – about a man and a
woman falling in love.  Anyway, one of my few friends had tossed it in there as
a joke.  I hadn’t even read the damn book.  She took forever to carve it –
nearly an entire day.  She said she wanted my future husband to be able to read
it clearly and know what he had married.”

He gave another low snarl of anger and she
jumped a little, turning her head to give him a cautious look.  “Val?  I – are
you okay?”  His eyes were glowing and his normally pale skin had a dark flush.

He forced himself to calm down and touched
the cross on her back.  “How did she do this?”

She gave him a startled look.  “Does the –
does the cross repel you?”

He surprised himself and her by laughing. 
“No, little dove.  Vampire’s being hurt or scared off by a cross is nothing but
an old witch tale.”

“But silver hurts – it can kill you.”  She
whispered.

“Yes.  Silver, a stake to the heart,
sunlight and chopping its head off will kill a vampire.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips
against the scar.  “Tell me how she did this.”

“She had a metal cross that hung over the
front door.  There was no real reason for this one - at least not that I could
tell.  I just came home from school one day and she was in the kitchen heating
up the cross in the oven.  She made me strip off my shirt and bend over the
table and then she very calmly took the cross out of the oven and pressed it
against my back.”

“I would kill her for what she has done.” 
He said furiously.

“It was a long time ago.”  She replied. 
“For all I know she could already be dead.”

“How did you escape?”

“I didn’t.  I lived there until I was
eighteen and then they stopped paying her and she kicked me out.  I could have
run away, I guess.  But I was too weak and afraid.”

She sighed softly.  “I’m always afraid.”

“I can’t believe you survived without going
mad.” 

“I created a safe place.”  She said in a
toneless little whisper.  “When she started to – to hurt me, I went to my safe
place and stayed there until she was done.”

He frowned.  “Where is your safe place?”

She shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I just close
my eyes and concentrate and then I’m there.  It’s so pretty, Val.  It has white
flowers and the sun is always shining.  The grass is soft and no one can find
me there.”

She sighed.  “At least it used to be that
way.”

He turned her head toward him.  Her eyes
were soft and faraway and he stroked her cheek with his thumb.  “What do you
mean?”

She raised her gaze to his.  “You found
me.  I was in my safe place and you came to me.  We were naked and making love
in the flowers.  But then I realized that I really was going to go mad because
I couldn’t get away from you anymore.  You had found me.”

Tears were beginning to slide down her
cheeks and he brushed them away lightly.  “I’m sorry, little dove.”

She dropped her head onto her raised
knees.  “Can we stop talking about this now?  I don’t like to talk about it. 
And I’d like to go back to the house and get some sleep.”

“Soon.”  He murmured.

He was lying.  Abigail would sleep but not
in the house.  She would stay here with him, wrapped in his arms until dawn and
only then would he send her away.

He bent his head and placed soft, wet
kisses across the scars on her back.  She stiffened and tried to pull away but
he held her firmly as he continued to caress her back with his mouth.

“Val.”  She moaned lightly and he turned
her until she was straddling his lap.  He stared down at her pale body and she
flushed and tried to cover herself with her arms.

“Don’t do that.” He frowned and pulled her
arms away.  “I would see all of you.”

She flushed even brighter.  “You think I’m
ugly.”

“I don’t.” He insisted.  “I’m sorry I told
you that.  It isn’t true.”

He grasped her chin and made her look at
him.  “I think you’re beautiful, Abigail.  The most beautiful woman I’ve ever
seen.  If I didn’t, do you think I would be here with you now, about to make
you mine again?”

She swallowed hard.  “You’re doing this
only because you want to feed from me.”

“No.”  He brushed his lips against hers. 
“I could seduce and feed from you without taking your body.  I want you,
Abigail.”

He took her hand and pressed it against his
throbbing erection as he used his other hand to cup her breast, rubbing his
thumb over her hard nipple.

“Do you see what you do to me?  What I do
to you?  We were meant for each other.”

She shook her head.  “No.  It’s because
you’ve bitten me.  Once we’ve reached Karna I’ll never see you again and my
lust will fade.”

He kissed her, his tongue probing between
her lips and tracing her smooth teeth, before he sucked gently on her lower
lip.  “No, little dove.  It is more than that.  When we reach Karna I will not
abandon you.  I will take care of you, provide for you, and in return you will
pleasure me with your body.”

“Val, I can’t – “

He plucked at her nipple and she moaned
under her breath. 

“You belong to me, little dove.  Let me
take care of you.”

She closed her eyes.  It was pointless to
resist him.  She needed someone to take care of her.  She was weak and afraid,
and she knew she wouldn’t last long in this world without someone like Val to watch
out for her.

He smiled at her wordless surrender and
pulled her closer until his cock was brushing against her wet center.  She
moaned again and her fingers dug into the hard flesh of his shoulders when he
lifted one heavy breast and ran his tongue over her nipple.

He lifted her up to settle her down onto
his cock and she had time to marvel at his strength before his cock was sliding
into her.  He pulled her even closer, urging her to wrap her legs around his
waist.