Born In Blood (Born Hunter Book 1) (13 page)

             
Stupid, infuriating, vampire,
Cara wanted to scream at him. “Look at me,” she nearly did yell. “I am standing in the middle of your quarters half naked in
heels.
I am completely weaponless. No daggers, no katana, no throwing knives, no short blade. You said yourself I’m a fighter. No one coerces me to do anything. Ever. If I am here it is because I made the decision to be. Not because I was tricked or made to fear for my life. If this was not something I wanted to do, you can bet there would be a blade hidden somewhere on me. I would wait until you were nice and distracted then use it to slit you from ear to groin.” Cara closed the space between them. “I showed up because like you said I am tired of fighting whatever this thing is between us. So I figure if I fuck you one good time I can get it out of my system and be done with you. Then I can go back to cool indifference as usual.” She practically spat the words at him.

             
If Aiden were any kind of a gentleman he would turn away from her. Stop this from going any further. He would not do what he knew he was about to do. But he was a vampire not a man at all and he was not raised with an inkling of noble sensibilities. He was raised to be merciless, bloodthirsty and ruthless. He was raised to inherit a throne and subjugate others to his will. He was raised to take what he desired by force and make no apologies for the devastation left in his wake. He wanted Cara more than he had ever wanted anything or anyone in his life. Nothing would stop him from claiming her in that moment, especially something as trivial as contrived notions of virtue. His eyes flashed from their usual emerald shade to a darker forest green now ringed by gold flames. She thought to use him and forget him.
Ha!
He would possess her. He would claim her. He would brand her from the inside out searing himself into every single cell that she was composed of. He would ruin her for all other men so if she even dared to take another lover he would be but a hollow comparison to himself. Aiden crushed his mouth to Cara’s in a wild and overpowering kiss. Her lips parted on their own accord and she gave as good as she got. She thrust her tongue past his teeth and took from him as much as he demanded from her. He bit down on her lower lip hard enough to elicit a yelp from Cara. It was the beginning of her punishment for having the audacity to think him forgettable. He should not have been surprised when she bit him back hard enough to draw blood. His eyes blazed with golden flames he did not bother to try and restrain. He hoisted her onto his waist, wrapping her legs around him. They crashed into the wall behind them with enough force that it would have shattered Cara’s spine if Aiden did not cocoon her in his embrace. With two quick flicks of his hand he ripped away both her bra and panties. Cara let out a gasp. “Those were expensive…and my favorite pair.”

              “I’ll buy you a dozen more,” Aiden growled. He wanted her completely bare but for those godforsaken boots. Damn he was going to enjoy fucking her in them. She would not be able to wear them or any other pair again without thinking of him drilling into her over and over again. He fisted a hand in her auburn curls and forced her head back. He pressed his lips to the base of her earlobe and trailed hot kisses down her neck and onto her chest. He stopped when he reached her left nipple. He sucked it hard into his mouth, allowing his fangs to elongate and graze the tip of it as he did. The sensation sent electric bolts shooting out over Cara’s entire body. He untangled his hand from her hair and brought it between her thighs. He slowly slid one finger, then two and finally three into her core. It was tight and hot and it felt like heaven. Aiden nearly came imagining what it would feel like when he replaced his fingers with his cock. It was not time yet though. He still had work to do. Aiden lazily pumped in and out of her as if time was of no consequence and he did not have any other place in the world to be. It was a delicious onslaught that drove Cara mad. Her core clenched around him as she rocked her hips back and forth against his fingers demanding more. He expertly played her like she was his instrument and he was the violinist. Just when she thought she would go insane from the mounting pressure, his thumb found the sensitive bud of her clitoris and pressed down hard. She bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out too loudly as she came apart around him. Oh no, Aiden thought, there would be no holding back with him. He locked gazes with her as he brought his hand, still coated with her orgasm, to his mouth. He licked her juices off of one of his fingers them rubbed them against her slick folds once more. This time he brought his hands, slippery with her wetness, to her lips. He meant to trace the outline of them with his hands, but his hunter surprised him. She grabbed his hand and wrapped her lush lips around his index finger. She kept her gaze locked with Aiden’s as she sucked on it hard as if it was a much more intimate appendage. Said appendage strained against his cotton pants to be released. He pressed the hard mass into Cara’s core.

“Do you want me?” he whispered into her ear.

Was that even a real question?
Cara thought. She fervently shook her head yes. Though want was too tame a word to apply at this point. She
craved
him. She felt as if she would die on the spot if she did not have him inside her immediately. She rubbed herself against his erection cursing the fact that his damn pants were still on. She moved her hands to tug at his waistband but Aiden intercepted them and pinned them above her head.

              “No yet,” he whispered to her. “Playtime isn’t over.”

              Cara was going to murder him. Slowly. Painfully. Torturously.

              Aiden secured her weight around his waist and carried her out of the sitting room and into his bedroom that sat behind another set of doors. He laid her on her back in the middle of a gigantic round bed. She sank into the plush mattress covered by silk sheets. Aiden stood at the end of the bed. Without ever taking his eyes off her he shed his clothes with quick efficiency. Cara could not tear her eyes away from him if her life depended on it. He was standing before her in all his nude glory. He looked like a perfectly chiseled statue of some Greek God an artist long ago carved for the world to admire until the end of time.
He was a surreal package of chiseled muscle and flawless features with his clothes on. With his clothes off…Cara was sure her heart stalled and skipped a few important beats.  His skin was kissed by the sun even in places that did not see much of it leaving every inch of him was tanned to perfection. His shoulders were broader than his clothes made them appear and his arms and chest were ripped to perfection. Every muscle that could possibly be toned and sculpted was. And as if that was not enough, he had abs that most professional body builders worked a lifetime to achieve and still didn’t come close to possessing. His legs were just as powerfully built and when Cara’s eyes zeroed in on his erection she nearly choked on her tongue. It was thick and massive and was maybe even more bronzed than the rest of him. Prince of Darkness was a misnomer. He was more akin to a golden Greek God. His emerald gaze was completely gone. His eyes blazed pure gold as his fangs lengthened to deadly twin points. Waves of lethal power radiated off of him.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Cara momentarily panicked. But then she thought about what it would feel like to have all of that deadly power wrapped around her, moving within her and her stomach clenched in anticipation.

              Aiden meant to toy with Cara in the most delicious of ways. He meant to drag things out to the point of torture, until she was shouting his name and begging for him to enter her. But in toying with her, he had worked himself into a frenzy. His control slowly slipped. He could not take her in the state he was currently in. She was a strong, fierce born hunter but she was still mortal. He would break her. He needed to calm the fuck down and regain some control. He was too smooth for this shit. Buying himself time to chill out a little, Aiden stalked toward Cara on the bed, but stopped short of joining her. “Spread your legs for me, Hunter,” he commanded.

              Cara was powerless to do anything but obey. Hell at this point if he asked her to jump off a bridge, she would surely fall to her death. She would do anything if it quickened him sinking inside her.

              Aiden smiled down at his Hunter spread eagle before him on his bed. Gods she was magnificent. A feast waiting to be devoured. He climbed onto the bed and slowly moved toward her. A predator coming to claim its prey. He dipped his head between her legs. Cara cried out in pleasure when he thrust his tongue inside her. His movements this time were not the slow, languid motions of his fingers. He rapidly moved his tongue in and out of her in sharp, penetrating thrusts. She tangled her hands in his hair and bucked her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. Gods his tongue felt good but it was his cock she really needed inside of her. Her pride was long gone. She would beg for it if she had to. She tried to scoot away from him and tell him as much, but his hands closed around her ass in a steel grip, preventing her from putting distance between them.

Aiden’s thirst for her was unquenchable. He reveled in the smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her. He could continue on like this for days without ever needing to come up for air. Oxygen was trivial. His hunter was all he needed to live. Cara let out a pained whimper and he knew she was near the end of her wits. It would not take much now to drive her completely over the edge. He thrust two fingers into her at the same time he thrust his tongue while using his thumb to press down on her clitoris.  This time she was powerless to hold back or muffle her cry when the orgasm hit her. Aiden smiled to himself smugly, but had enough sense to keep his face hidden from Cara’s view. He kissed his way up Cara’s abdomen and ended at her mouth. He claimed her lips in a tangle of teeth and tongues. She spread her legs open a fraction wider in a gesture that was equal parts accommodating and inviting.

              “Please,” she let out a breathy whisper.

              Aiden pressed his rigid length against her core but refrained from penetrating it.

              “Please what,” he kissed her again.

              “I need you,” Cara whimpered. She urged her hips forward in an effort to capture him but he evaded her.

              He rubbed himself against her folds, slick with her previous orgasms. It drove her mad. “Be specific Cara. Tell me what you need from me.”

              She surged her hips upward again in a futile effort. Bastard. “I need you inside of me. Now!” she demanded of him.

              All it took, all it would ever take, was her asking him once. Before the words were completely out, Aiden hoisted her legs around him and buried himself to the hilt inside of her. He nearly came right then and there. Her core was hot and tight and fit around him like a glove. Like she was made specifically for him. Aiden slowly, painstakingly slid out of her until only the tip of him was left in her.

              “Is this what you wanted Cara?” he asked as he slid home again.

              “Yes,” she moaned out.

              He just as torturously withdrew from her again.

              “Is this what you needed?” He thrust into her once more.

              “Yes,” she cried.

              “Could you ever forget this? Forget me?” He was done playing games. He barreled into her over and over again with such force that every time the metal headboard slammed into the wall behind it Cara was afraid it might put a hole through the wall. Her body was wracked with a never-ending barrage of pleasure. She tightened her legs around his waist and scored her nails down his back as she screamed out, “No, Aiden. Gods no.”

              “Good,” he grunted into the side of her neck as he sucked and bit where her carotid beat the strongest. He did not draw blood. It was her weak spot. His only intent was to drive her mad, push her farther over the edge. “And Cara, if you ever take another lover, I will end him and any who may think to come after him.”

              She bucked under his onslaught meeting each of his thrusts with ones of her own. She was silently urging him to drive into her deeper, harder, faster. Aiden mercifully obliged. “I don’t even think that’s possible after being with you,” she panted. “You’re like a dark God. No one else could compare.”

             
If I’m a dark God
, he thought softly at her what he wouldn’t dare say aloud,
then maybe you’ll be my saving grace.

              Then there was no more talking or thinking. Only the sound of flesh against flesh as their breathing synced up and they lost themselves to the passion they both fought against.

              Afterwards Cara lay asleep in Aiden’s arms. For the first time since they began so long ago, the nightmares stayed at bay. She awoke a few minutes before the sun was due to set. She was alone in Aiden’s oversized bed. “Figures,” she muttered to herself as she sat up to search for her clothing.
Oh right,
she thought to herself as a case of morning after embarrassment crept in,
I didn’t show up in any.
Thanks to Aiden, her bra and panties were destroyed. At least she had her raincoat to slip back to her side of the floor in. She tossed her legs over the side of the bed to go in search of it.

              “You’re not trying to sneak out on me are you? So you are the screw them and leave them type after all.” Aiden’s amused tone floated inside the room from the balcony.