Wicked Deeds (3 page)

He positioned both hands on my waist, clutching me tightly as he pounded into me once, twice, and on the third time roaring out in release.
His orgasm set off another stronger, more powerful orgasm inside of me.
I contained the wail that was about to breach my mouth.
I could feel the jets of his come burst out of his body and into mine, felt the warmth of it ease the ache his roughness caused within my body.
It was calming, sedating even.
When I finally drifted down from my high, I let my head hang and took a steady, deep breath.
I felt him stroke my sides with the backs of his fingers before he pulled his still-hard shaft from me.

His semen seeped from my opening and coated my pussy lips before slipping along the skin of my inner thigh.
I also felt warm wetness slide down my chest.
I glanced down and watched as two crimson trails of blood made their way toward my breast.
Erach stepped away, and I immediately felt the coldness of the room.
I started to shiver, and he was right beside me again, helping me out of the restraints and cradling my head to his chest.
I could feel and hear the strong rhythmic beat of his heart.
Although myth tells of vampires being the undead, the ones that live in my world are anything but.

He stepped away, and I looked into his neon green eyes.
I had met him only an hour before, but he had changed something in my life, opened something inside of me that cried out in relief.

He handed me my coat, the only article of my clothing that had survived his passion.
The door opened of its own accord and Erach led me out of the room, down the hall, and into the main club.
The room was empty, the silence eerie but deafening at the same time.

We walked to the center of the room, my mind and body in a haze from my earlier activities.
I tilted my head and looked up at him, not able to gauge his reaction.

“Until next time, my sweet.” He turned and left, leaving me alone in the now dank and rundown club.
I turned in a slow circle and brought the lapels of my coat closer to me.
Gone was the vibrant and ethereal club that housed the supernatural and smelled of cloves and hyacinth.
All around me was the dust- and grime-encrusted furniture and the distinct smell of decay and age.
I walked to the door, stopping and glancing down at the drop of my blood that stained the floor.
The red seemed to glow in the darkness, a testament to what a small sacrifice had opened up.

Life and the unknown.

I had certainly gotten what I wanted.
Something, or rather someone, who had awakened a future inside me.
Each had shown me that with the unknown, excitement and wonder can be found.
I smiled to myself, knowing what my plans for tomorrow night would be.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

JENIKA
is just your average woman.
She lives in the too hot northeast with her husband and their young daughter.
Thankfully, he shares her unusual sense of humor and naughty nature so finding material for her stories isn't a problem.

Along with taking care of their daughter, they have to keep an eye on Milo and Otis, their spunky cats.
When not writing, Jenika works full-time and attends school.
Writing is Jenika's number one passion, but since life gets in the way, she isn't able to write full-time (at least not yet.)

Jenika writes erotic paranormal, contemporary, BDSM and sci-fi romances.

Jenika loves to hear from readers, and encourages them to contact her and give their feedback.
You can find Jenika on the internet at: http://www.jenikasnow.com/