Bitten by Darkness (12 page)

She took
it off and flung it away, not caring that she was half-naked and spread out on
the grand staircase of his mansion. She tugged at his shirt, popping buttons.
“You too.”

He
smiled, quick and savage, then tore it off the rest of the way. She gulped. His
chest was a thing of beauty: thick muscles and smooth skin and beautiful, dusky
nipples. Her fingers twitched, desperate to touch, but before she could he had
her
on her back, legs twisted as he fought with the button
of her jeans.

“Let me,”
she said, wondering when her voice had acquired that husky tone. She unhooked
her pants and shoved them down, not caring that her panties went with them.
“We're doing this, then?”

“Yeah.”
He dragged her boots off and threw her jeans somewhere.

She
swallowed, shocked at the look of desperation on his face.
“Jasper?”

He closed
his eyes and bit his lip, even as his hands moved up her thighs, so gentle she
thought she might scream.

“Jasper,
touch me, for God's sake.” She panted and grabbed his hips, then slid a knuckle
over the bulge at his groin, flicking at him with a fingernail.

“Sienna,
if you don't stop, I'm going to come in my pants,” he gritted out.

Deliberately,
she opened her fist and cupped him. He groaned and knocked her hand away,
scrabbling for his pants. She watched him press his palm to his cock before unzipping,
face twisting into a grimace. He’d just hurt himself deliberately. She realized
he wanted to wait for her before climaxing and that knowledge sent a pulse of
need to her pussy so strong she gasped. She was wet and completely open to him
and what they were doing was
insane
, but she didn't care. She didn't
care about being rational or getting to know him better or any of that. She
wanted him naked. Right the fuck now.

He
flashed
her a
look that she couldn't interpret and
then he was standing up and shoving his pants down, toeing off his shoes. She
licked her lips as his cock sprung out, the tip red and wet. She had to have
him. She slid a hand down to her clit, rubbing her arousal into her own skin as
he growled and fell to his knees.

“Stop
touching
yourself
,” he said, fingers going to her
pussy.

She
grinned, suddenly feeling like she was playing with fire as she thumbed her way
over his cock, pressing it against her core. They both shuddered.

“Sienna,”
he
said,
voice thick with something she couldn't identify.
“Are you sure?” He panted, arms corded with muscle as he held himself over her.

She
circled his cock with wet fingers, enjoying the look on his face when she
gently scraped the crown of it with her thumb.
“Yeah.”
She cleared her throat as her clit gave a pulse that told her she was close.
“Yeah, I'm sure.”

“There's
no going back from this,” he said, looking almost sad. “And God help me, I
don't want to stop, but I will.” His eyes were simultaneously wild and tender.

She
nodded and tilted him so that he was poised right at her entrance. “Don't
stop.” His expression flared at the certainty in her tone, and then he pushed
in, hard and relentless. She spared a brief thought for the pain—virgins always
bled a bit the first time, right?—and then he shoved past the thin membrane and
was inside her, face twisted with a desperate sort of control.

“Sienna?
Jesus,” he
panted,
his arms rock hard as he froze on
top of her. “You haven’t done this before, have you?” A quick look of surprise
chased across his features before settling into concern.

She shook
her head, wanting him to move. She couldn't understand why he seemed upset. His
cock was hot and heavy and perfect and the momentary pain was already gone. She
slid a hand down her pussy again, writhing when she tapped her clit. She ran
her fingers around him, marveling at the heat and strength of his body. “No, I
haven’t,” she said, not sure why it was so important to him. “Does it matter?”

He
growled and pulled out as she mewled in protest, then shoved back in, hard, as
if he could barely stand to be outside of her body. “God, why did you let me? I
didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You
didn’t.” She bit her lip at the exquisite sensation of his shaft sliding into
her. “I wanted you. You're the first man who has ever made me feel less alone.”
She had to pause and think of a way to explain it: the fullness she felt wasn't
all physical. He was inside her body, yes, but her soul was whole for the first
time ever. She very carefully didn't think about his whole not-human thing.

“God,
Sienna.” He reached up and framed her face with his hands.

She
thought he might say something, but instead he kissed her, lips gentle as he
pulled out and fucked back in again, and again, and again. She grinned and held
on as his thrusts grew increasingly more erratic, her orgasm hovering just out
of reach.

“Jasper,
please,” she said, twisting underneath him desperately. She was so close—

He smiled
at her, the sharp tips of his teeth mesmerizing. She opened her mouth, about to
describe what it felt like, having him in her body, her first lover, but then
her climax roared over her and she couldn't speak, couldn't do anything except
moan and hang on. When she came back to herself, he was holding his body solid
and still above her.

“Lovely,”
he whispered, then thrust gently, short, fast movements with his hips. She
trembled and slid her hands down to his ass, hanging on as the pleasure slowly
spiraled up again.

“What are
you doing to me?” She drew him down and licked his neck. She could feel the
blood rushing through him on her tongue like a sweet, sharp candy. She wanted a
taste.

“If I am
doing anything, you are doing the same to me, Sienna,” he gasped, putting his
head down on her shoulder. “Look at us,” he said, biting her almost hard enough
to break the skin. She felt a sudden spike of heat in her veins. She wanted him
to bite harder, grab her tighter, but instead, he shifted so that when she
looked down, she saw his cock, glistening with her pleasure,
slide
into her. She shuddered and he bit her again, closer to her neck.

“Do it,”
she murmured, staring at the juncture of her thighs.

“Sienna,”
he began.

“No.” She
shook her head, emphatic. “I want you to. Don't pretend I'm stupid.” She looked
at him, at his grey eyes, stormy now with everything he wanted to keep her from
knowing. “We've already shared blood. That's what started this, isn’t it?”

He
frowned. “There was so little, just a drop. It shouldn't have mattered.”

“Oh
please.” She laughed, moaning when the motion pushed her onto his cock. “Even
that little bit was enough.
You're
not stupid, either.”

“I'm not
human,” he said, eyes gone dark with need.

She
swallowed, ran a hand over his chest. He shivered when she flicked at his
nipple, shuddered when she let her nails bite into his
pecs
.
“I
know
.” And she did know. She didn't want to think about the
implications, she’d already made her choice, but she had to consider what it
meant that she felt so drawn to him. She scratched at his skin, watched him
shudder, and had a sudden desire to see him tied up, all control taken away so
that she could use his body to show him how much she truly understood. He was a
vampire, but not a revenant. He was a killer. He was the man who'd protected
her and her mother. He was all of those things and probably more she didn't
understand, but this was enough for now.
Enough for her to
make her choice.
He was hers.

“I choose
you,” she said, licking her lips, willing him to believe.

He closed
his eyes and let his body relax, tucking his face into her neck. “So be it.” He
opened his mouth.

She
shivered as the wet heat of his tongue traced her skin. He smiled against her,
then slid a hand up to cup her jaw.

“Don't
move,” he
said,
the strength in his fingers conveying
his urgency.

She
blinked and he put his other hand on her ass and squeezed, a finger teasing at
her hole. She trembled, but didn't protest when he tightened his arms.

“I don't
want to hurt you,” he whispered, licking her again.

“You
won't,” she managed, desperate to feel him moving again. Her clit was so
swollen she knew that just a little bit of teasing would push her over the edge
again. She wanted to rub against him, force him to fuck her.

“This is
going to feel strange,” he murmured.

She
nodded.

“Don't
move,” he snarled, the tone going straight to her core.

She clenched
her fingers on him, knowing it probably hurt, and ground her teeth.

“Jasper,
come
on
.”

He
growled, the sound low and deep, and then suddenly sharp pleasure hit her. She
orgasmed
, her whole body arching as he suckled at her neck,
lips and tongue hot and sexy. He licked at her and she climaxed again, keening
with the heat-pain-pleasure of it and the next thing she knew he was shoving
his wrist at her lips. She latched on and bit down, belatedly realizing that
he'd somehow cut his skin for her and his blood tasted like the best drink
she'd ever had: ambrosia and salt and sweet all at once. She swallowed and he
bucked, his cock spearing into her so deep she felt him against her womb like a
mallet ringing her bell and she came again, screaming into his skin. He
climaxed too, in hot, thick jets, hips jerking uncontrollably. She held him
tightly, legs locked around his hips.

When he
finally collapsed on top of her, she let her head fall into his hair. She
licked her lips, chasing the last of his blood with her tongue. He smelled like
cinnamon. He tasted sweet. The hole in her psyche was gone, filled with the
knowledge that Jasper was there.
Would always be there.

Several
long minutes later she realized they'd fucked on his steps. And she wasn't a
virgin anymore.
Jesus
.

“I hope
you're not regretting it already,” Jasper murmured against her neck.

She shook
her head. “No. I'm just kind of … well, stunned.
Or stoned.
I'm not sure which.” Gingerly, she let her legs fall down. Her head felt like
someone had stuffed it full of cotton.

He
chuckled and slid out of her, his half-hard cock slicking past sensitive
tissues. She controlled a wince and let him gather her
up,
making sure his ass was the one on the hard steps.

“It's too
late, you know,” he said mildly, easing her hair out of her eyes.

She
sighed and looked at him. “I know.” He had the
tenderest
expression on his face—she would never have thought him capable of it if she
hadn't just had sex with him in the grand foyer of his house. This was the man
who'd ripped the head off of a vampire.
Wait,
no, a revenant
, she reminded herself.

“I lost
my virginity on your stairs,” she muttered, blushing.

He
laughed and rubbed her arm with a warm palm. “Yes.”

She
rolled her eyes. “Oh please, drop the innocent look. I can tell you're all
proud and ridiculous, just like a man.”

He
grinned. “I can't help it.” He kissed her,
then
his
face sobered. “You realize we're bonded, yes?”

She
licked her lips as her heart knocked against her ribs.
Oh, that,
she thought, semi-hysterically. “Yeah, well, I kind of
figured that's what the whole sharing blood thing was about.” She poked at that
space inside, amazed yet again to find it filled all the way up with
him
.

He stood
up, holding her in his arms. She squeaked.
“Jasper!”

“Hush.
Let's go to bed.”

A thought
suddenly struck her, ice skittering down her spine. “We didn't use any condoms.
You said your brother and his wife had a son, so I know you can get me
pregnant, even though I'm human and you're not.”

“Don't
worry.” He juggled her closer. He sounded completely indifferent.

“Are you
kidding?” she
asked,
voice shrill. “I'm not really
ready to have a kid, you know.”

He gave
her a look. “The males of my people can control their fertility. We don't have
children unless we want to. Calm down.”

She stared
at him, relieved, not sure whether to hit him or kiss him. She let out a
breath. “You could have told me sooner,” she grumbled.

He kissed
her. “I'm sorry. It didn't occur to me.”

She
huffed, but he just carried her up the stairs. The shock of being with a man
strong enough to lift
her
didn't wear off, even when he reached his
bedroom. When he put her down on the soft comforter, she realized that he never
turned on any lights.

“I can
see
better
. Why can I see
better
?”
She looked around curiously. While his room wasn't bright, she could make out
the heavy wood furniture and the soft expanse of his bed. He had a grey velvet
comforter on it and she sighed as her bare skin touched its warmth.