Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (29 page)

Chapter Seventeen

Damien

Damien waited for Flame to continue her story. He was still reeling from what she’d told him about her parents. He had been vampire for a long time now, decades in fact, but although his memories of his childhood were a little sketchy, he could still remember his parents. They had been loving, caring people and he had never one day of his childhood felt unloved.

He couldn’t imagine what it would have been like for Flame to come home after a normal day at work and find hers had abandoned her at just eighteen years of age; leaving her to spend the rest of her life feeling like she was a freak, unworthy of love. No wonder she moved around a lot. Suddenly things were becoming clearer to him, regarding her. She moved around to avoid not only commitment but to avoid caring about anyone. If she didn’t love anyone they couldn’t let her down. If she didn’t care, then no one could disappoint her or hurt her like her own parents had done.

That made him wonder if she might like him; if she might actually care for him? Was that why she tended to fight with him, give him shit and run off?  Was it because she liked him and she was fighting it? That didn’t explain the tears during sex though. She hadn’t always cried when she came; it was only the last couple of times. He had to know. He had no idea why it was so important to him. Fuck he didn’t normally give a shit what went through a woman’s mind. They’d never been anything more to him than walking cunts and blood banks. He was only interested in what was between their legs and what pumped through their veins. He had no interest in what went on inside their heads and yet Flame was different. He had no idea what made her different, he had no idea why he wanted her so much. Hell, even now, all this time later while they’d been talking, his cock was still inside her and ok, it had softened slightly, but he knew one move of his hips and he’d be ready to go again.

“Tell me babe, what is it that is making you cry? Is it because of your parents?”

“I’m not thinking about my parents when we fuck Damien and I sure as hell am not thinking of them when I’m coming.” She sighed. “I think it’s an accumulation of things. It’s been hard doing it alone. I’m nearly 29 years old. You do the math, and I’ve had no one to care for me, love me, nothing. I had the boyfriend who didn’t take kindly to me nearly knocking him out because of my telekinesis becoming uncontrollable during sex. I had cared for him. I thought we’d be together for a while at least. That maybe we could have travelled together and...and…” Her voice trailed off. “But we know how that went. I only just avoided being charged and I had to go. See, I was a fucking freak in his eyes too. I’m just a freak, a fucking freak Damien. No one will ever love me or care for me. I’m always going to be alone and I…I...I’m not…” She fell silent again before beginning to struggle, pushing against his arms. “Let me up, I have to get out of here.”

Damien tightened his grip on her. “You’re not going babe. You’re not fucking running. You and I are more alike than you would probably want to admit to. We’re both commitment shy and yet underneath it all, I think we’re both scared of ending up alone. I used to tell myself that I’d dodged a bullet and I intended to stay that way. I look at my sire and my brothers with their women and you know what I’ve finally figured out? I bullshit myself and try to tell myself that they’re all crazy, that they’re all fucked up for wanting to have partners. I can do it too, I can convince myself of that but then I see them together, the love they have for one another. Dominick who you haven’t met yet nearly died from a broken heart when he and Allegra split up for a short time. Fabian was a complete unfeeling, asshole before Sirene. He had no patience for anything. He didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone. His past proves that and don’t ask me for the story of his life because it’s not mine to tell. My point is now he has Sirene, he’s happy, settled, he fucking cares about things, about people. Then there’s my baby bro Lucian. He used to come out hunting with me. Fuck the stories we could tell you about the women but he meets this tiny little skinny blonde bit who had been abused and suddenly he’s trailing after her, acting in ways he’s never done before and then he’s in love. Now there’s only Fran, Adrian and I left. I’m not sure there’s a man alive who can handle my sister and Adrian? Fuck, I have no idea what’s going on with him. He never brings women to the house and he’s all dark and fucking mysterious all the time. When he’s not putting shit on me of course though.” He reluctantly smiled at the memory of Adrian’s smart assed comment to him. “My point is, I don’t know what’s happening between us. I think we’re both fighting it, both determined to convince ourselves there’s nothing between us and maybe there’s not, or not enough to last forever anyway.  All I know for me personally is I want you. I think you’re beautiful, sexy, and smart and you make it interesting because you aren’t predictable, well not normally. This, you trying to run again; now that’s predictable. Why don’t we just accept that there’s this attraction between us. It’s volatile but it leads to the hottest fucking sex, because trust me; this clawing, all consuming need is not unique to you. I feel it too and right now, I just want to fuck you again. What do you say? Are you prepared to stop overthinking this and just go with it? Just take it one day at a time? Say yes babe.” He whispered in her ear, his arms tightening around her and with a smooth lunge of his hips, he drove his cock into her making her gasp. Fuck she felt so good, her cunt like a vice around him.

“Yes.” Her voice was so soft even he with his vampire hearing almost missed it but quiet or not, it didn’t change the fact that she’d told him yes. He felt a flood of relief and kissed her before pulling out of her and climbing from the bed. When he looked down at Flame she was staring at him in surprise and what looked like disappointment.

He walked to a cupboard in the corner of his bedroom and dug around inside until he found what he was looking for. Armed with them he headed back to the bed where she still lay, that glorious mane of hair spread out around her.

Damien stood looking down at her watching as her eyes moved over him. They shifted over his chest, stomach, moving on down until they reached his cock and he fought not to laugh when her eyes widened as she stared at him. If he said anything, chances were she’d accuse him of being an egotistical ass again, but he didn’t have to be an egotistical ass and he wasn’t, not really. He knew his cock was huge, hell he’d had it yelled at him often enough, and he’d had opportunities to compare himself to others. Ok, his vampire siblings and his sire were all pretty well hung too. Maybe it was a vampire thing but he knew Flame thought he was big and fuck it, with her, he was huge since she was so damn tight. He loved her cunt. It was tight, hot, so wet for him and he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He couldn’t wait to get his cock back inside it but first things first. He had something for her. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react, but he was about to find out.

“Babe, I have something for you. In fact I have something for both of us, and I’m hoping you will agree to let me do this to you, as I will allow you to do it to me. So what do you say Firebird? Are you game?”

Flame

Damien’s words got me curious. It was hard to focus on much besides his cock which stood huge and rigid in front of him. Damn but it was big, rising up higher than his belly button, the head broad, the whole fucking thing broad for that matter. Then there were those piercings. The pain he must have endured to get them were well worth it, given the level of pleasure he could give a woman, and it had to be beneficial to him too, or he’d never have put himself through that kind of agony.

I reached out and circled his instrument of ecstasy, just one of the many nicknames I had for it, tugging lightly, and heard a muffled groan from him. “Babe, stop trying to distract me. I’m not putting my cock back inside you until I’m good and ready.”

I found myself pouting at him teasingly, which wasn’t characteristic behaviour for me, but it was fun with Damien. One could never accuse him of being dull and boring.

“That’s not what you were saying earlier.” I reminded him. “You were telling me I’d be working tomorrow night with your dick inside me. Now you’re telling me that was a lie, and you won’t be sticking your dick in me until you’re ready? Well, what if I decide I don’t want your dick inside me? Do I get any say in the matter?”

He gave me a lazy grin. “That’s an awful lot of dicks babe and don’t be a smartass. You know what I mean. I want to put my cock back inside you. I mean look at the fucking thing.” He waved his hand over it. “He’s all for getting back inside that sweet cunt of yours, but I have something for you and I need to find out how you feel about it. It’s for both of us actually. Something that will take the sex we’ve had and increase the pleasure even more. Are you game?”

“So what is it you’re proposing?” I asked suddenly nervous. What was he hiding in his hands? I took a deep breath. Something told me I needed to prepare myself for this. “So what exactly is it you’re hiding in your hands?”

I tensed as he pulled them out from behind him and slowly raised them so I could see what he was holding. When my eyes landed on both of them I felt my heart rate kick up a notch. “Holy…fucking…hell!” I whispered as I stared at the two butt plugs he held in his hands. They weren’t ordinary butt plugs though; they must be vibrating ones since they had switches on them. Was he going to use one on himself? I sure as hell hoped so because I was nervous about one, no fucking way was he coming near me with two.

“Has anyone ever used a butt plug on you before?” He asked.

“No, like I said, I move around a lot. Sex was casual to me, and toys require a bit more intimate knowledge of the person before using them. I never picked up a man and said ‘here stick this up my ass and let me shove this one up yours.”

He burst out laughing at my comment and I felt a flush of heat through my body at the sound of his laughter. I wasn’t used to it, probably because I tended to drag him into fights most of the time but even his laugh was sexy. Deep, rich warm and like everything with him, hot as hell.

“Well, we may not know each other that well but we do know a few things about one another that most people wouldn’t know. We’ve fucked several times and I think I know just about every inch, every pore, and every fucking single hair on that gorgeous body of yours, so I’m pretty confident I qualify for being more than just a casual fuck now. Anyway, what I’m proposing means butt plugs all round; one for you and one for me. Just trust me, please. I’m not going to hurt you and fuck, I’ll even let you stick mine in first if that makes you feel better.” He held one of them out to me. “Just don’t get too much fucking satisfaction sticking it in hey babe?”

I took the plug from him, turning it over in my hand. It was black, made from silicone I think and unable to resist, I turned the little knob on the bottom of it, jumping slightly when it began to buzz gently in my hand. Hastily I turned it off again and looked up at Damien. “Well, bend over.” I said jokingly, hoping he wouldn’t see how nervous I really was.

His eyes widened in horror. “Hang on my Firebird. You need to lube that sucker up first. I’m not letting you do a dry run on that fucking thing.” He stepped away from the bed and pulled open a drawer in the small bedside cupboard. He reached in and pulled out a large tube of lubricant and handed it to me. “Now cover that little fucker well and here.” He turned so his ass was facing me. “Lube me up too babe.”

I sat up and dropped the butt plug onto the bed while I stared at his ass. Fuck it was a nice ass too; tight buttocks, nice shape, just a really fucking nice ass. Unable to control my urge, I bent forward and bit into his left cheek, laughing when he jumped and shot forward a step.

He spun around as I grinned up at him before advancing, his expression stern, expect I could see the humour in his eyes. My gaze dropped to his cock which was right in front of me and I bent towards it but Damien must have been suspicious of my motives and leapt back, causing the heavy length of it to slap against his stomach. “Oh no fucking way babe; you’re not biting my cock.”

“I wasn’t going to bite it. Why would I bite it? I was only going to lick it.” I told him but he still backed away, shaking his head.

“Well I’m not entirely sure I believe you and if you do want to lick it, you can, but later. Now let’s try that again and this time, just the lube no fucking teeth.” He warned me.

He turned so that gorgeous ass was in my face again but this time I simply parted his cheeks a little and began to pour lube over his tight hole.

“Rub it all over it babe.” He encouraged me and I poured a bit more lube on him and rubbed it all around his ass. Once I was done, I picked up the butt plug again and held the rounded tip to his puckered opening and gently pushed. As it started to enter him, he pushed back and suddenly the plug shot forward easily and with an almost audible pop, it was inside him, buried up to the wide base. He let out a soft moan once it was seated in him, before turning to me. “Now it’s your turn.”

I pulled myself up on my knees and put my arms around his waist, feeling the hard ridge of his cock between us. I slipped a hand down and before he could stop me, I’d turned his butt plug on.

His reaction when it started up took me by surprise, and I fell back on the bed as he cried out, his cock jerking. A bead of pre cum welled to the top, hesitated for a moment before beginning to slowly run down the side of his impressive length. I reached out to wipe it up with my finger but as I did that, another bead appeared and began the same path down his cock that the previous one had.