Dalakis Passion 4 - Eternal Brothers (38 page)

immediately and her traitorous nipples puckered even more, standing at attention like
little soldiers awaiting a general's inspection. She swayed toward him and grabbed the
back of the chair to keep her feet from taking her closer.
She wanted to be in his arms, wanted to feel the security and warmth of his
embrace. Instead, she faced him, needing to know why he'd come now after all this
time. "Why are you here?"
Zane winced inwardly, not exactly overwhelmed by Sophia's welcome.
Well
,
what
did you expect
?
She said she didn
'
t want you around
, he thought. Yet her body told a
different story. He could see the outline of her pert nipples through her top and, if he
wasn't mistaken, he could see the dark red thatch of pubic hair though the thin fabric of
her pajama pants.
He licked his lips, not even trying to fight his growing arousal. He'd been too long
without her to even hope to have control. His cock began to thicken and lengthen,
pressing against the hard zipper of his jeans. Sweat broke out on his body as he
struggled to keep from tossing her to the floor, stripping her naked and claiming her
body as his once again.
He'd stayed away from her even though each night had been pure torture. She
hadn't seen him, but he'd stood in the shadows, watching her, making sure that she was
all right. Her determination and sheer guts had made his heart swell with pride as he'd
watched her dealing with the authorities and the news media.
As a male vampire, he'd hated every single moment of their separation. He'd
wanted to destroy the police officers who'd spent hours grilling her over and over
about her story, even though he knew that they were only doing their jobs. Her physical
and mental distress had filled him during the interrogation, making him want to roar
with fury. But none of it had showed on her face. Only he knew the extent of her
suffering.
The only other incident in his life that even came close to this was his parents'
deaths, but even that had been different. He felt everything that she felt, but tenfold.
Her pain was his, her anger was his and her tears had brought him to his knees. He
never would have made it through this past month if not for his newfound cousins.
Even
Cristofor
had come from Transylvania, bringing his wife and Chase
Deveraux
with him. They'd talked to him endlessly about the family history and that was the
main reason he was here.
That and the fact that he just couldn't bear to spend one more moment away from
Sophia.
He had to know where they stood once and for all.
The sweet smell of her vanilla-scented soap was mixed with the delicious aroma of
arousal that seeped from her sex, softening her folds, making them slick and swollen.
He bit back a groan and Sophia leaned forward, growing concern etched on her face.
"Are you all right?" She took a shuffling step forward and he almost smiled at the
silly slippers she wore. Sophia was unique and he loved her. That wasn't going to
change. Not now. Not ever. Where they went from here was another story altogether.
"No. I'm not," he responded honestly.
She nibbled on her lower lip and he began to sweat even more. His clothing felt
tight and confining. "What's wrong?"
He stared incredulously at her. "What's wrong? What's wrong?" The last came out
as a guttural growl. "I've spent that last month without you, wanting you every single
night, craving the taste of your lips and the scent of your skin."
"Oh." She paled even further, appearing almost shocked.
"Is that all you can say?" All the frustration of the past month came pouring out of
him. His hands fisted at his sides. He wanted to grab her and shake her until she came
to her senses. But that wasn't going to happen because he'd chop off his own hand
before he'd hurt her. He shook his head, trying to clear it as his animalist nature surged
forward, demanding he take her and
mark
her as his.
"What do you want me to say?" Her brows snapped together and the color
returned to her face in a heated rush. "You're the one who hasn't been around for the
past month."
He couldn't believe she had the audacity to speak to him in such a manner. He'd
been honoring her wishes. "You told me to stay away," he managed to spit out from
between his clenched teeth.
"Yes, I told you to stay away while the heat was on the story. I didn't tell you to
stay away for an entire month. You're a vampire, for heaven's sake! Couldn't you have
snuck into my bed...I mean, my apartment sometime during the night without being
seen?"
His brain threatened to explode as he processed what she'd said. The way she'd
stuttered over the word bed, changing it to apartment made his blood sing. She still
wanted him.
All the long nights he'd spent alone, thinking he was doing as she'd asked
had been nothing but a waste.
"All you had to do was call me if you wanted me in your
bed."
She crossed her arms under her chest, pressing her small breasts higher. The sight
of her tight nipples momentarily distracted Zane. His fingers opened and closed at his
sides. He wanted to rip her top off and fill his palms with her. From experience, he
knew that his hands would cover her breasts completely, her nipples stabbing the
centers.
"If all I wanted was a man in my bed, I could have had a dozen during the past four
weeks."
A roar escaped him as he leapt at her. She stumbled back, but there was no evading
him. He pressed her back against the wall, grabbed her hands and held them captive
with one of his, and leaned down until their noses were almost touching.
"You.
Are.
Mine." Each word was issued in a hard, guttural tone. He wanted no further
misunderstandings. He could feel his eyes burning and his fangs lengthening. He'd kill
any other man who touched her. She belonged to him.
Only him.
Although she was powerless to move, Sophia continued to scowl. "If all you want is
sex, what are you waiting for?"
"What, indeed?" Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over hers. When they parted
to let him in, he laughed and licked her neck.
"Bastard," she bit out as she tilted her neck to give him better access.
"That and worse," he whispered in her ear as he swirled his tongue over the
delicate whorls.
"Much worse."
He nipped at her lobe, tugging it just hard enough to
make her uncomfortable, but not enough to hurt. She tried to rub her breasts against his
chest, but he moved back just out of her reach.
"All talk and no action."
Growling, he bit her neck in retribution. Not hard enough to break the skin, but
enough to make her jump. His tongue laved the spot, soothing the minor hurt. He knew
that she'd have a small bruise there, but it wasn't enough. He needed to claim her, to
mark her. He wouldn't be satisfied until his cock was pumping in and out of her slick
body and she was begging, no, screaming for him to fuck her, to bite her, to drink from
her. Only when he'd fucked them both senseless and taken her blood once again would
he be satisfied.
He held his hand up in front of her and allowed one of his fingernails to lengthen.
She gasped as she watched. Inserting the sharp nail just inside the neckline of her top,
he pulled down. Fabric ripped. Only their breathing could be heard above it. Releasing
her hands, he tore the remnants of the garment down her arms, letting it drop to the
floor.
He took a step back, admiring the view. Her breasts, small but firm, were just as
lovely as he remembered. Her taut nipples begged for attention. He flicked his
fingernail carefully over one hard bud. Sophia flinched and then she moaned, her eyes
glazing over. Her response set his blood throbbing through his body, pooling in his
groin. His cock was harder than it had ever been and his balls felt so full he was
surprised they didn't explode.
Swearing softly, he yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside. His boots and socks
followed quickly. She made a soft whimper and he reached out, cupping her breasts
and rubbing his thumbs around the edges of her areola. "I love to touch your breasts,
Sophia. They're so damn responsive." He plucked at both nipples, watching with
pleasure as they seemed to tighten even more. "I promised you a present once before.
I've been carrying the damn things around with me for weeks. Dreaming, fantasizing
about what would happen when I saw you again. I pictured you wearing them a
thousand times over the past month. As long as I had them, I believed there was a
chance we'd be together again."
He could see her trying to remember as he toyed with her nipples, but she was
caught in the throes of passion. She moaned when he removed one of his hands and
reached into his jeans pocket. Her pale green eyes widened when he pulled out two
delicate chains with a bead on the end of each.
She licked her lips. "What...what are they?"
"Nipple clamps." Giving her plenty of time to object, he opened one and carefully
placed it over her distended nipple. She gasped as the clamp closed tightly around the
hard nub. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes. No. Not really. Not anymore." She stared down at her breast and he flicked
the bead with his finger, making it swing. She groaned and her hips arched toward him.
"Now for the other one."
This time he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his
mouth, tonguing it before nipping at the tip with his teeth. Her breathing was getting
more rapid by the second. "You like that, don't you, sweet Sophia?" He clamped the
second piece of jewelry in place, loving how she arched forward, offering her breast to
him. "I'll bet your
cunt
is hot and wet, isn't it?" He gently set both beads to swaying.
"Yes," she hissed.
"Show me. Strip off your clothing and show me your pretty pussy." She stared at
him uncertainly for a moment and then her hands went to the drawstrings of her pants
and tugged. As she kicked off her slippers, he moved his hands to the button of his
jeans and yanked it open. She
shimmied
her hips as she pushed the fabric downward.
The metallic sound of a zipper being pulled down echoed through the room.
When she was naked, she hesitated.
"Show me."
Throwing back her shoulders, she widened her stance before reaching between her
legs and spreading the folds of her sex. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. He
fell to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her thighs. Her arousal
intoxicated him as he licked a hot path up one side and down the other. He traced each
fold with his tongue, absorbing her taste, arousing her even more.
Beads of liquid seeped from the tip of his cock and his balls pulled up tight against
his body. He didn't have much time.
He circled her clit with his tongue, pleased when the red bud slipped from its
protective hood. Her fingernails dug into his scalp, tugging him closer one moment and
trying to pull him away the next. He laughed, drunk on the taste of Sophia.
Sliding his tongue across her sensitive flesh one final time, he then dragged her
down on the floor beside him.
"On your hands and knees.
I want to fuck you from
behind."
She crawled away from him, coming up on her hands and knees. He stared at her
pussy, wet and pink and open, just waiting for him. It still wasn't enough. Shoving his
jeans down around his hips, he pushed his way between her thighs and pressed his
erection into the dark cleft of her ass. Her cheeks clenched around him and he sucked in
a breath. He could see the sheen of sweat that coated Sophia's back and knew that she
was as aroused as he was.
Shifting slightly, he adjusted his hard length so that it went between her thighs, but
not inside her. "Zane," she cried as he stroked her clit and her sex with his cock. She
squirmed, trying desperately to get him inside her, but he kept his hands on her hips,
not allowing that to happen.
"What do you want?" He slid his cock forward, his jaw locking tight as shards of
pleasure shot through him. She was so wet his erection skimmed over her easily and
effortlessly. "Tell me and I'll give it to you."
"I want you," she wailed, squirming again.
"Not good enough." He leaned down and nipped at her neck, whispering hotly in
her ear. "Tell me," he commanded, ready to break.
"Fuck me," she screamed.
Relief flooded him as he pulled back and slipped the head of his cock just inside her
slit. Her feminine muscles clutched at him, urging him further. Gripping her hips, he
rested his forehead on her back. "Mine," he yelled as he surged forward, burying
himself to the balls in her waiting heat.
Her back arched as she pushed herself back toward him. Primal need surged
through him. There was no finesse, no style, just fucking at its most basic. He
hammered his hips against her, feeling his blood surge through him as he sheathed
himself over and over, trying desperately to get deeper inside her with each plunge.
Sophia was panting hard as her ass slammed back against him. His balls surged
forward with each thrust, slapping at her slick folds. He could feel her inner muscles
clenching and unclenching with greater urgency and knew she was close.
"Come for me," he urged as he leaned forward and sank his teeth into her nape.
Blood, sweet and warm, spurted into his mouth and he sucked hard. She bucked even
harder against him and might have even unseated him if it wasn't for his unnatural
strength. He wrapped one forearm around her stomach and used his other hand to toy
with one of her nipple clamps.
Sophia went wild. She thrashed her head from side to side and screamed as she
came. Her orgasm flooded though her pussy, her inner muscles contracting, squeezing
his cock in a hot vise. His balls tightened and his semen rose through his shaft and
erupted out of the tip, shooting deep into her. His head swam as he sucked her blood
and continued to hammer his hips into her. Miraculously, she began to come again and
he rode her hard as she milked his cock dry.
When she slumped in his arms, he shuddered and withdrew his teeth, dragging his
tongue over the puncture wound to close it. Swearing, he carefully pulled out of her,