Aaron's Kiss Series Boxed Set (Books 1 - 7) (83 page)

She flew back to the alley and gathered up what she could from the first man’s scent to find the woman that they had been discussing. After throwing the piece of shit into the dumpster, she shifted to wolf and followed his scent back to the lair he had shared with the target.

The woman’s body, another vampire, had been tortured beyond any hope of her being brought back, Bailey was saddened to see. She reached for the master again and told him of the grim discovery and where to find the body. He said he would make sure that things were cleaned up before the police were notified by a nosey neighbor, and he thanked her again.

Bailey took the next flight to the United States. She was in serious need of down time. Her body ached and she was tired beyond what she had been for some time. She told Griff to not take any more assignments for a few days. He agreed that she needed to rest as well.

She decided to take a long, hot bath when she got back to her house. She pulled her hair up in a sloppy knot on top of her head as she stepped into the warm water. While lying there, she thought of the pool she had seen at Tristan’s home and how lovely it would be to sink down into its depths right about now.

Then her thoughts turned to his body and the way it felt pressed against hers, his mouth moving over her throat, down along her pulse. The way his blood had tasted to her, the richness of it, powerful and dark. She wondered how his mouth would feel on her skin, how it would feel to have him inside of her. Suddenly realizing where her thoughts were taking her, she jumped out of the tub and quickly dressed in her favorite jammies.

~CHAPTER TEN~

She was in her kitchen stirring the cocoa in the warmed milk when Tristan entered her house. He could smell her, the fragrance she had used in her bath, the lotion on her skin. Tristan could even smell her arousal, hot and spicy.

Tristan slipped up behind her and wrapped his hand around her waist with the other around her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. Startled, her hand went to the weapon that wasn’t there.

“Don’t, Bailey, it’s me, Tristan.” His cock hardened when he pulled her to him.

He ran his hand up and down and around her waist and settled it over her belly, pressing her back into him. His mouth was moving slowly down her neck, nipping as it went. Her body, already relaxed from her bath, softened more as he touched her. When he felt her lean back into him, she pulled away and moved to the other side of the kitchen. Tristan reached over and turned off the burner under the milk.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything.” He looked down at her pants, a pair of loose-fitting flannel lounge pants that tied at the waist, her bare feet peeking out from under the legs of them. The design nearly made him laugh, for they were a contradiction with their wearer. They were daisies and bunnies on a bright pink background. The top, a bright pink sleeveless t-shirt with a dead bunny on the front was more to her temperament. The shirt was tight, and her breasts were bare beneath it. As he stared at them, they swelled and tightened, and her nipples puckered and pushed hard against the material. His breath caught and his heart slammed against his chest.

When he looked at her face finally, he saw his own need and wants staring back at him. “Come to me, Bailey. Now. Come to me.”

She didn’t hesitate but launched herself into his arms, wrapping her body around his, legs at his hips and arms around his neck. He caught her to him and turned to press her against the closest hard surface he could find, which happened to be the refrigerator as he took her mouth in a searing kiss.

The cool, hard surface of the fridge at her back was in direct contrast to the hard heat of his body pressed to hers. He could feel that when he touched her. When he cupped her flannel-covered ass and pulled her heat closer to him, Bailey threw back her head and moaned loudly, giving him full access to her throat.

“I want you, Bailey, right now. I need to be inside of you.” 

He didn’t wait for a reply but began working the material down her bottom so he could stroke the warm flesh it covered. Sitting her on the counter and stepping back, he yanked the pants from her and tossed them behind him just as he stepped between her legs. Reaching down, he pulled her shirt free of her body as well. Before it touched the table where he had tossed it, he had her nipple deep inside of his mouth, suckling it hard, his hands cupping her ass once again.

She bowed into him, pressing her breast deeper into him, and tightened her legs around his hips. The thong she had on was no match for their need for each other because, suddenly, they were just two scraps of lacy silk on the floor beside the bunny PJs. His shirt and tie went next and suffered the same treatment as her underwear, but her hands were touching his skin, his bare, hot skin and neither cared about the clothing anymore.

“Tristan, please, upstairs. The bed is upstairs.” She whispered in his ear, and bit his lobe before moving closer to his neck and the muscles there.

“Never make it. Now, baby, I need you now.” He stepped back again and his knees nearly buckled at the naked woman before him.

Her full breasts were shifting up and down because she was panting so hard, her nipples red and swollen from his mouth. Her pussy was soaked, her juices shining on the curls that just covered the nether lips he so desperately wanted to fuck and taste at the same time. “Christ, I want you.”

He pushed her back against the cabinets and pulled her hips closer to the edge. He ran his finger along her heat from the bottom to the clit that was just visible beneath the curls. He teased her with a flick of his finger before pushing into her core.

Bailey nearly came off the counter, her hiss of approval driving him to deepen his assault. He watched her as he fucked her with his finger, soon adding a second then a third into her. She rode him, undulated her hips with each in and out movement of his fingers. Leaning in, he took her breast into his mouth again, scraping his fangs across the nipple, drawing a tiny bead of blood to the tip. He drank greedily from the hard peak.

With is free hand, he pulled the snap off his dress pants and jerked the zipper down. His thick, hard cock immediately filled his hand, a tiny pearl of cum oozing from the tip as he fisted it up and down in time with the movements of his fingers inside of her.

When he was close, feeling the tingle of impending climax running up his spine and straight to his balls, he pulled his fingers from her. Her moan ripped through him, nearly making his come all over her.

“I’m large, baby, I’m sorry, but it’s going to hurt you. If you want me to, we’ll…Christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we’ll stop. We will, Bailey; do you want me to stop?”

“I’ve never…I mean, I don’t know. Take me; please Tristan, I want you inside of me now.”

Putting action to words, she tightened her legs around him once again and surged forward just as he entered her, breaking through her hymen with a hard push. She screamed with the pain as he took her virginity.

Tristan stopped, his body frozen inside of hers. He could feel her body adjusting to his, pulling and wrapping tightly around him. He wanted to move deeper, to empty himself in her, but he also knew that he’d hurt her more if he tried to move just now.

He kissed her gently on the mouth, kissed away her tears as they fell along her cheeks. All the while he was touching her, murmuring things to her, soothing her, holding her as he would a small child who had a hurt. His mind was frozen. He could no more tell himself what he’d said to her than the day of the week.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…well, I did mean to, I just…as soon as you are ready, I’ll pulled away, honey. Then a bath. I’ll run you a tub full of hot water…Oh God, Bailey, don’t move like that…oh yes, no, don’t…Bailey, please.”

She started moving, to move away, he was sure, but as soon as the friction of his cock moved against her clit, she moaned and he didn’t think it was from pain. He held still, waiting for her to make the next move. She tentatively moved forward against him. He too moved, drawing a deep moan from her. His movements were slow, measured. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he could feel her need building back up with every stoke of his cock.

“Oh, my God, Tristan, please. Oh please, don’t stop.” He knew he wouldn’t be able to now, not with her legs tight around him and her pussy walls milking him.

Cupping her ass, he picked her up and holding her tight against him, he pressed her against the fridge again, using it for leverage. Their rhythm grew frantic, their moans deeper, more demanding. When he felt her tongue trace the vein down his neck, he knew he was lost. He began to ride her harder as he searched for the vein in her throat. Licking her rapidly beating pulse, he knew his own was pounding as hard as hers. He bit her then and drew a deep pull of her into him, his own blood pouring into her mouth, as she had bitten him too. Their mutual climaxes roared through them. Tristan didn’t stop. His movement slowed as he held her closer to him and when she came again, sobbing his name over and over, he came hard, pouring himself deep into her.

Tristan leaned his head against the cool refrigerator, and tried to calm his pounding heart. He was panting hard as hell, his lungs burning. He held Bailey to him, his cock still semi-hard inside of her. He straightened enough to look at her. The sated look on her face took his breath away.

“Are you all right, love?” When she didn’t answer right away, Tristan turned and sat her on the counter again. “Bailey?”

“I’m fine. No, I’m not fine. I’m amazed, overwhelmed, relaxed, happy, wowed. I don’t know if I’m making any sense.” She snuggled her face closer to his neck, licking the droplets of blood she had missed. She looked up at him when he growled at her.

“You keep that up and we will never leave this kitchen. I think you should have that bath. You’re going to be sore, if you aren’t already.” He didn’t put her down, but carried her still wrapped around him up to where she had pointed out her bedroom. The taps were on and the tub filling before they had gotten to the stairs.

As they were both naked, he stepped into the tub and settled them both into the water. Turning her around so that her back was against his chest, he began washing her with the large sea sponge that was sitting along the edge. There were candles all along the wall of the enclosure on little shelves. With a thought, he lit them for her, their scent wafting around the room. He ran the sponge up and down her arm as he held her, not really wanting to wash her so much as to touch her.

“How do I shift? I know you can do it, but I haven’t been able to figure it out.” He had tried twice just yesterday and had given himself his first headache. Not an experience he wanted to repeat.

“What did you want to become? I love the falcon, but I think you’d be too big for one.” She shifted in the water enough so that his cock sprang to attention again. “You concentrate on the being, everything about him. His feathers, his beak, wings, all of it until you can see him as clearly as if he were standing right in front of you. Are you doing it?” She turned in his arms and straddled his lap, her thighs squeezing his.

“Well, I was until you did that. Let’s see, his feathers…they must be as soft as your breasts.” He touched gently them, lifting them just above the water’s edge, and took a nipple into his mouth. “Hummm, they couldn’t be this soft, nothing would be.”

“Tristan, please, your aren’t concen…concentrating very…oh yes, please.” He suckled hard, teasing her with his teeth. Her body moved closer to him; her thighs gripped him more tightly.

“His beak, you said .I can’t do this with a beak.” He brushed his lips across her lips and tugged on her nipple at the same time with his finger and thumb. He moved her around and sat her onto the tub’s deep rim, her back to the wall. Opening her legs wider, he moved between them.

“Tristan, what…please, I’m trying to show you something here, something…you said that you…I, you…what were we talking about?”

He grinned at her. Having her flustered was probably something no one had ever witnessed before. He liked it.

“I’m going to taste you, Bailey. I’m going to go down on you and lick you until you come in my mouth.”

“Oh my.” He could see the blush starting at her breasts, those lovely breasts, and move up to her cheeks. She was simply the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

He moved down to her pussy, lifted her thighs, and placed them on his shoulders. His first taste of her, a short swipe of his tongue against her heat, nearly made him roll his eyes to the back of his head. Mine! Mine, was all he could think. Using his fingers, he widened her nether lips and began exploring her with his tongue.

He began to fuck her in deep licks, bringing as much of her thick cream and his cum in his mouth as he could, loving the taste the smell of their combined juices. He slowly inserted his long finger into her, digging and reaching for the sweet spot just inside of her as he suckled at her clit. The soft noises she made encouraged him to moved deeper, take more of her, and to fuck her quicker.

When Bailey stopped breathing, her body winding tighter and tighter with every touch of his tongue, he knew she was very close. When another finger joined his tongue, she lifted her hips up and tilted herself for him to push deeper, take more of her, and taste her.

“I’m going to come, Tristan. Oh my God, yes, I’m going to come.” She threw back her head and screamed, the sound bouncing off the walls of the little room and coming back to them.

Still, he ate her, lapping up her juices as fast as they emptied from her heat. When her tremors were just starting to slow, he lifted her, turned her around so that she leaned over the edge of the tub, her ass up and open, and took her from behind. Holding onto her hips, he began slamming his cock deep into her, riding her hard, bringing her to peak twice more. As he felt his own climax building, he leaned forward, pulled her up to her knees, and cupped her breasts in his hands. With a deep growl, he bit her neck deep hard, swallowing some and letting the rest of her blood run down her breast and into the water spilling out of the tub beneath them as he spilled his seed deep within her heat.

Tristan woke to an empty bed. The pillows were cool, as were the sheets. She had been gone for some time, he surmised. He closed his eyes, felt through the apartment and found that she wasn’t there. He got up, as it was nearly dark, and looked in vain for a note.

He reached harder, further for her and found that she was indeed far, all the way in another realm. He’d never been able to reach there before and could only assume that it was in part because of his visit there several days ago. He swept gently into her mind, not even sure it would work.

“Love? You left me in a cold bed. I had such plans for us the rest of the night.”

“I’m…I wasn’t aware…I won’t be back there for several days, maybe even as much as a couple of weeks.”
He could hear the surprise in her voice.

“I won’t be able to go that long without you, without your taste. Let me come to you. I can be there soon.”
Overwhelming need enveloped him. He had never wanted to touch someone so badly as he did her right now.