Draven's Crossing: Tempestuous Crossings (8 page)

The pounding of her heart echoed in his head; the call of her blood turned the hunger for sex into something dark, bordering on dangerous. Fearful of what could happen, Draven turned his head away.

“Rose, please, I can’t…” The words came out in soft pants.

Brushing her hair out of her face, she looked down at him. Concern filled her nearly black eyes. “What’s wrong?”

For a moment, he considered lying and making an excuse to leave. His gums and fangs ached. His stomach hurt from the new hunger pains, this time for blood. Hers.

“I want to drink of you.” He waited for her repulsion. It didn’t come.

“Then drink.” She tilted her head to the side.

He stared at her, unsure of what was going on. Normally people were hesitant, even scared. She embraced this request freely. He shook his head. “First, I need your permission. I can’t just feed from you. Second, why aren’t you scared?”

“There’s something else you’re not telling me. And I know you’ll take care of me. Based on your grand speech, I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose or let anything happen to me. Besides, I assume you’re old enough to control yourself.”

The open, honest trust touched him, causing his world tilt. Lifting his hand, he traced his fingertips over her cheek. “You are so beautiful.” He marveled at how this singular woman touched him like no other.

“Thank you. Now tell me what else is wrong.” She settled down on top of him like he was a mattress.

Chuckling, he took a deep breath and stroked her back. “I’ve never fed while having sex before. You brought up something in me that was darker than what normally happens. I’m not quite sure what will happen—”

His words cut off when she rocked against him. He groaned and closed his eyes as sparks of pleasure threaded his spine then danced along the length of his cock. Biting his lip, he tried to push the desire away and concentrate on her.

“Then go with it,” she whispered.

“But—”

“Are you scared you’ll hurt me, and I’ll run away?” She pushed herself up, which left her straddling his thighs.

“Yes,” he whispered.

She caressed his cheek before reaching up to undo the braided strap that held up her outfit. The garment slipped down to pool around her waist. A lacy, strapless bra was revealed. With a flick of her finger at the front, the bit of lace slid away to reveal full breasts topped with dark brown nipples. Rose pulled the dress up and off, leaving her in only a lacy thong. He clasped her hips and ran his hands up her sides, savoring her warm, silken flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, unable to say anything else. His brain had become numb. His cock throbbed, pressing against his fly with more insistence. “Not in all my five hundred and fifty years have I seen someone as exquisite as you.”

“Wow, you’re old. You sure you’re up to this? I wouldn’t want you to like croak on me just before I come.” She stuck out her tongue, and he swatted her ass.

Instead of a yelp, he got a moan. She rocked her hips against his crotch. Need burned hot through his veins. His controlled frayed until he wasn’t sure if he could hold out any longer.

“So wet for you, have been since I met you. Fuck me, Draven, please.” Her breathy voice inflamed him. He gritted his teeth, pushing back the desire that threatened to consume him. Swallowing, he focused on her body.

“That’s all? You don’t want me to feed from you, too?” He cupped her breasts, squeezing them, testing how much she could take before she said stop. Rose gave herself freely to him, lifting her hands to cover his to show him how she liked it.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Like that. God, that feels so good.”

Rose rocked against his erection, the perfume of her arousal increasing with each movement. “Pinch my nipples. Hard.”

He followed her request and was rewarded by another moan of pleasure. “Show me. I want to know how you like it, so I can please you.”

Following her movements, he canted his hips. It was an erotic sight watching her ride him.
This would be even better if she was riding my cock.
He let go of her breasts and struggled to get his shirt off. Rose brushed his hands away and tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Parting the material, she ran her hands over his abdomen, pausing to pinch and roll his nipples. He rested his head against the floor and arched his back. Electric shocks shot straight to his cock as need buzzed around his balls.

“Even better than I could have thought,” she murmured.

Draven let her have her way. With eagerness, she moved back, undid his belt and fly before releasing his cock from its fabric cage.

“Commando. Will have to remember that.” She pulled down his pants until the hem was at mid-thigh. Rose grasped his shaft, stroking him slowly. She looked at him, the heat of embarrassment colored the air with her need.

“What’s wrong?”

“No lubricant.” She looked away.

“You don’t want to spit or lick, do you?” He was amused that she was too embarrassed to spit on her palm to make things easier. “I won’t think less of you, honey. Besides, I need something.”

Draven lifted his hips, pushing his cock forward. The shaft thumped against his stomach, smearing the pre-cum on his abs. “Want me to show you how I do it?”

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth. After licking the palm, he guided it back to his cock. “Let me show you how I jerk off.”

Chapter Five

A sexual pulse thrummed through her body as he wrapped her hand around his cock and guided her. Together they stroked him up and down. Her thumb brushed around the wide helmet head. She watched him shudder. His eyes rolled upward as he thrust his hips. Entranced, she watched as together they jerked him off. Rose was so hot. She felt as if she could have burst into flame. Her pussy was drenched, the crotch of her panties soaked.

His cock was hot against her palm. The skin was so soft it surprised her, like velvet wrapped around steel. She took in his exposed torso and hips. Muscles rippled over pale skin. The tendons stood out on his neck as he bent his head and arched his back. The speed of his hips increased the closer he got to coming. Sticky, hot, seed trailed down from the slit at the top of his shaft and dripped down the stalk, coating both their hands. His head tossed to and fro. She watched as his fangs grew thicker, sharper and longer.

“Fuck, Rose, need you so bad.”

The air around them swirled with male musk, sweat, and her arousal. The aching bundle of nerves between her legs throbbed for attention. She slipped her free hand down her body to stroke her clit through the thong. Sparks of pleasure burst within her. Tingles burned at the base of her back and threaded through her pussy lips. Moaning, she worked her fingers faster as she matched the speed of her hand on his cock.

Draven released her hand, took hold of the sides of her panties and pulled, ripping the fabric. The shredded underwear came away from her crotch, and she whimpered as the lace dragged over the sensitive head of her clit.

“Fuck me, Rose. I need to be inside you.” His words were breathy and harsh, as if from deep within him.

“Condoms,” she groaned, thankful that her mind wasn’t so deep in the fog that she’d forgotten protection.

“Wallet. Back pocket. Hurry.” He covered her hand again and stilled her, holding tight. His body shook beneath her as she scrambled, fumbling to slip a hand beneath him and extract his wallet. The aching pulse of arousal swelled within her as she took out the condom and threw the rest over her shoulder, not caring about anything else but having him inside her. She ripped open the packet and rolled the protection over his hot, hard length. Rose scrambled up to position herself over him. Her cunt was soaked and juices slipped down her thighs. Her breasts felt heavy and full. Her nipples demanded stimulation of any kind.

Draven lay still beneath her. His gaze locked on where she was poised above him. He gripped her hips and held on. Taking her time, she lowered herself down. Her thighs shook with the effort it took to move so slowly. When the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, she nearly lost it. Her pussy contracted to grasp the thickness and pull him into her.

“Please. Now. In,” he gasped out.

Before she lowered herself further, he surged his hips upward, pushing his cock deeper inside. The thickness stretched her vaginal walls. Gritting her teeth, she relaxed, adjusting to his size. Squeezing her eyes shut, she focused on breathing through her nose and out through her mouth. Tears slipped from her eyes as she lowered herself down, taking him in, inch by inch.

“Tight. Heaven. Goddess. Rose,” he panted.

Draven pulled out and pushed forward, going deeper; in and out until he was balls deep inside of her. He throbbed inside of her. The pulse echoed her heartbeat. The pain faded as he pulled out, setting off a wave sensation. Rose shuddered as she began to move with him, grinding her clit against his abdomen on the down stroke. He cupped her breasts, massaging them before pinching and tugging her nipples. Shards of electricity burst as the tingles grew bigger. Bigger and bigger still until she felt as if she was burning and her nerve endings fried.

He fucked her harder. She leaned forward and rode him. The head of his cock rubbed against that bundle of nerves inside of her that set off bursts of heat with each stroke. Her orgasm tightened in her cunt, spiraling higher. Looking down at him, his face and torso was bathed in sweat.

“Yes. Faster. Goddess. Fuck me. Own me.” His eyes flashed. Black obsidian glittered back at her as hunger and desire burned in his gaze.

She looked down at his fangs. Long and sharp. A thrill raced through her body. “Please, Draven, drink of me.”

Rose lowered her body down and tilted her neck, exposing the jugular to him. He dragged his fangs down the side of her throat. The slight pain burned and increased her pleasure.

“Yes. Drink me.” Her pussy rippled around his cock as she rocked her hips. Desire seared through her veins as the heat inside of her increased. She moaned, pressing her throat closer to his lips. “Please,” she pleaded. “Want it.”

Every cell in her body hummed for this moment. Draven’s hands massaged her breasts harder. His hips moved faster. He pressed a kiss over her pulse point.

Her heartbeat seemed to triple by that one act. She moved her hands up and gripped his hips, her nails digging into the skin. He growled low, the sound rough and dark as if it came from a shadowed place within him.

“Mine,” he whispered before biting down. Intense pain burst in the center of her chest. She released his hips and reached up to claw at his biceps as tears slipped down her cheeks. Her mouth dropped open in a wordless cry as the center of her world came down to that one act. The throbbing, pulsing ache turned into a hot thread of fire that burned through her, singeing her right down to her soul. The backs of her eyeballs felt hot. Her lips, fingertips and toes tingled. Fires exploded in small bursts through her body like fireworks. She shook as her cunt contracted.

Rose felt as if she balanced on a knife’s edge with darkness hovering just on the other side. The sensation of falling filled her as she screamed. Each tug of his lips pulled at something deep inside of her. He drank and drank and drank. The desire increased, multiplying tenfold until she sobbed. Their bodies continued to move. Her breasts slid against his chest. Electric strings shot straight to her core. Heat ebbed through her body as the orgasm welled up inside of her. The wave broke. She came on a cry, drowning in pleasure, pain, and darkness.

Draven released her neck and continued to thrust into her until he found his climax. Body straining, his cock thickened and pulsed inside of her as he came. He continued to thrust into her through it all. Rose collapsed on him, breathing hard. Her heart raced. She felt lightheaded. The edges of her vision became black.