Violette Dubrinsky (6 page)

One hand slowly lifted to his face, and she cupped his cheek. Brown eyes searched his. “Maybe you’re both?”

Shaking his head, he clasped the smaller hand, trailing his fingers down the backs of hers. The skin was soft, and lightly lined. “It’s not possible. I’m made from the Earth. They are creatures of the night with…uncertain origins.” He shook his head again. “Antoinette would have told me.”

“But what if some part of what he said is true?”

He released her hand and it fell to his shirt, burning him through the thin cotton. “Then everything I know about Antoinette St. Croix is a lie, and I refuse to believe that.”

Azaleigh sighed, curling her fingers against his chest. “He said if I don’t give him his son, he’ll massacre everyone.”

“
Try.
He’ll try to massacre everyone,” Victor amended. Threats from Night Walkers were nothing new, and neither were lies. Azaleigh would grow accustomed to them. “He wouldn’t get past your barriers, Azaleigh, and he knows it. That’s why he’s playing these mind games. He wants you to doubt yourself, and me. Don’t let him win.”

Her bottom lip trembled and she closed her eyes, uncertain. Victor cupped her cheek, dragging his thumb across the soft, smooth skin, and hunching his back to get closer to the scent wafting from her body. Sunshine and warmth was coupled with something else, a light smell of melon and some other fruit. It was coming from her hair, a possible shampoo. With considerable strength, he managed to refocus. “Take me with you tonight.”

“What?”

“When they try to break down your barriers, take me with you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How?”

“Antoinette’s book has the spell. I have to be in the circle with you.” Seeing the negative answer in her face, he added, “That way we can both confront him.”

“And if he’s telling the truth?”

“He isn’t.”

“Victor...”

“He’s lying, Azaleigh.” He spoke firmly even as his fingers drifted across her cheek to the edge of her lips. She sucked in a deep breath, her breasts pushing higher as her eyes heated. Even her breathing changed, matching the shallow puffs that escaped his lungs.

Quickly, she blinked, swallowed and licked at her dry lips. She did not, however, move.

“Probably.” Her voice was a breathless caress, and Victor realized he’d leaned close upon feeling its warmth against his face. “But maybe...something about it’s...true.”

“Nothing’s true.”

Because Victor could think of nothing else, he brushed his lips against hers, moaning at the softness. A little whimper greeted his touch, and he pulled away, thinking he’d done something wrong. Her hand at his shoulder—he hadn’t even felt it there—stopped him. Sinking her other hand into his hair, she pulled his head down, kissing him in the way of the movies. As her lips parted for his tongue’s slow penetration, Victor moaned. She tasted better than Antoinette’s special recipe toffees. Azaleigh tasted of fudge, sweet cakes, and other sinfully sweet baked treats, all wrapped into one. His hands encircled her waist and he lifted her, bringing her to his height for better access to her mouth. Her arms slid around his neck as long limbs snaked around his middle, locking at his back, and he instinctively cupped her buttocks.

Azaleigh’s moan echoed through the house and Victor felt a surge of pride. He squeezed her through the short pants, and she gasped. Pulling back slightly, he noticed it was a gasp of pleasure, and attacked her lips once more. He could kiss her for hours, but his engorged flesh demanded release. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

“Azaleigh, I...I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Leaning forward, she licked at his lips and moaned. “I wanted you to.”

More blood rushed south and he grimaced. “I’d like to kiss you more, but I—”

At that moment, she unclasped her legs and slid down his body a bit, the heat of her center poised directly over his blood-filled organ. Victor groaned.

“You’re hard?” she breathed, rocking her body against his erection and whimpering. He watched her face in awe. Her brow was tensed, but her facial expression conveyed ecstasy.

She suddenly hoisted herself back up, legs locking into place behind his back, and kissed him deep, dueling her tongue against his. Her hands were in his hair, tugging as her breasts pushed into his chest. When she pulled away from him, it was to whisper into his ear. “Take me upstairs, Victor.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

***

There were probably one million and two reasons she should
not
be doing this with her sexy, zombie Protector who might also be a vampire Night Walker, but there was one reason she should, and that reason fueled Azaleigh’s passion.

After tonight, the entire town, including her, could be dead. Massacred. While she wanted to believe Victor, something about Dorian’s promise scared her. If the vampire broke through her defenses, the town would be his mercy. Even the pets would be slaughtered.

Victor was a beautiful creature, human or not, and she’d wanted him from the moment she’d gotten a good look at all nearing seven feet of him. And he wanted her, too, if his jerking off in the bathroom were any indication. With the thought of death and mayhem at the back of her mind, she needed this, just once, before meeting Dorian Winters again.

As Victor laid her onto the bed, Azaleigh began undoing her clothes. He watched hungrily, his eyes missing nothing, though he’d seen her naked before. When she lay before him in only her cherry-colored thong, Victor ran his massive palm over her breasts. Cries of pleasure left her lips, and he removed his hand quickly. Azaleigh caught it and brought it back to her breast, staring into his beautiful eyes as he squeezed and released.

“Take off your clothes, Victor,” she moaned.

Stepping away, he shed them in record time. He tossed his shirt across the room, and Azaleigh pushed onto her elbows for the removal of his jeans. When he stood naked before her, boxers on the floor beside the jeans, and hand wrapped around a cock the size of a Poland Spring bottle, she was rendered speechless. She was no virgin, but she’d honestly thought penises that size only existed in porno flicks, and were surely surgically enhanced.

Azaleigh, slightly nervous, parted her legs as he gently lowered his body to hers. She’d been on a dry spell for years and he had a miniature python down there. The thought flew from her mind when Victor’s lips closed around her nipple, and he began to suckle. His tongue was tentative, slowly tracing the tightening tip before moving around the edge. He made her feel delicate, treasured.

“Oh, yes...there. Oh my—harder, Victor!”

The suction increased as his hands trailed down her sides and across her hips, coming to her heated center. His fingers traced the thin strip she’d straightened up in the bathroom this morning, and he moaned. As they moved further down, he lifted his head to look at her. She nodded, sensing he needed her affirmation, and they dipped into her wet slit, sliding over her clitoris before gently applying pressure.

Azaleigh lifted her hips and gripped the sheets, moaning at the exquisite torture.

“Do you like that?” Victor asked in a gravelly voice.

“Yes. I like it...a lot.”

He lowered his head to her other breast, sucking the tight peak into his mouth as his fingers continued circling and flicking. Who’d taught this man to give pleasure? Whoever it was deserved a medal.

When his teeth grazed her, Azaleigh screamed and slid her fingers into his hair. Victor’s fingers moved back, and one dipped into her hot channel, stroking her insides in a strong and smooth motion.

“Victor,” she whispered, but he was so lost in his homage to her breasts, he seemed to not hear.

“Victor!” He came up instantly, eyeing her with a look of concern. “Please, I can’t take it. I need you
now
.”

His finger slid from her body, and she thought he meant to accommodate her, when he slid down her length, coming to her spread thighs.

“I have to taste you first.”

It was said so apologetically she didn’t know whether to smile or cry.

The first swipe of his tongue sent her into convulsions, and Azaleigh careened off the bed, unsure whether she was having an epileptic fit or an orgasm or perhaps both. When he’d wrung every tremor from her exhausted body, Victor finally moved his hips between hers.

Tired, but not too tired to feel the smooth, broad head of his shaft caress her opening, Azaleigh halted him.

“Condom,” she murmured.

Above her, Victor tensed, looked confused for a brief span, and shook his head. “I don’t have any.”

“Shit,” she hissed. “Why don’t you have condoms?” She sounded whiny because she wanted him inside her.

“I’ve never needed them before.”

That doused some of her passion, and Azaleigh pushed at his chest. As he rolled to his side, she shook her head.

“That’s why you’ll have to wear one with me. You’re hot but no one’s hot enough for an STD.” Even if her world was ending tonight, it would end with her horny, and definitely sans the STD.

He rolled onto her again, and Azaleigh felt a tremor of fear. Was he going to force her? Victor had never seemed that kind of person.

“Azaleigh, listen to me. I’ve never needed them because I’ve never done this before.”

There was a lot of blinking involved and a few disbelieving snorts. “You don’t act like someone who’s never had sex before, Victor, and looking like you, I highly doubt it. Now get off.”

He grew so serious, her smile faltered.

“I’ve never had sex with anyone before you. Everything I did to you, I learned from an adult video.” Red infused Victor’s cheeks over that confession, and her eyes widened.

“I assumed...” She let her voice trail off. “I saw you, touching yourself...” Azaleigh didn’t have the words to continue. This was awkward.

“That was the second time I’d done it. I wanted you, and couldn’t concentrate enough to keep you safe.”

“Oh.” It was her turn to blush. Victor kissed her slowly, a lazy tangling of tongues that curled her toes, but rolled to his side after. He eyed the bathroom door and sat up. “Wait. Where are you going?”

“I don’t have condoms,” he reminded her with a little smile.

Scooting across the bed, Azaleigh made her way to his lap, arranging herself over his muscular thighs. The smile faded and hunger leapt in those amazing eyes.

“You’ve never done this before, and I haven’t done it in years. I’m clean; you’re clean. I’m on birth control.” She had painful cramps, and the doctor recommended low-dose pills, on and off. She was so glad this was the ‘on’ time.

As his mouth opened, Azaleigh kissed him, dragging herself against the thick, hard male flesh trying to make its way into her body. Taking pity on them both, she lifted up, feeling him rise with her, seeking. She slid down slowly, biting her lip as his thick flesh lodged within and parted her. The pressure was instant, the pain hovering slightly out of reach, but the pleasure that washed over her body made her purr.

Victor’s jaw was clenched, his eyes shut as she slowly worked herself over him. Taking him as deep as she could without an obscene amount of pain, Azaleigh lifted and slid back down.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, wrapping his hands around her back and burying his lips against her throat. He kissed her there, licking her neck, before moving across her chin to her lips.

Azaleigh used his shoulders as her anchor, knowing how far to slide by how far from the corded flesh she was. She misjudged a few times, but the pain was worth it and by the tenth thrust, she was taking his entire length, her smooth lips being tickled by the hairs between his legs.