Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (31 page)

“I can’t think that far ahead Damien. I...I don’t do relationships and this…this is not what I normally do. I don’t know why I’m doing this; I don’t know why I’m with you but like you said yourself, it’s hard to stay away. The sex is fucking incredible. What the hell did you just do to me? Did I pass out or something?”

“Yeah babe, you had a couple of really intense orgasms and passed out for a few minutes. It was hot as hell to see you come apart like that. What did I tell you? The butt plugs make it fucking amazing. Take the sex and triple it, quadruple it, fuck, it’s incredible, hey Firebird?”

“I’m not sure I could handle sex like that all the time. It was so intense and I can’t believe Fabian came in during that. You know I thought I heard a voice besides yours when I was coming but there was this noise in my ears, like a loud roar, you know like the ocean makes but so much louder. I blacked out after that but I remember you fed from me and holy fuck, did you come while your sire watched?”

He chuckled at her wide eyed look. “Babe, I’m vampire. We don’t suffer from those typical insecurities that you humans do. We don’t get embarrassed so easily. I used to fuck with my brother in the room with me. Lucian and I often fucked the same woman, one up her ass and the other up her cunt. I could feel his cock through the wall between her ass and cunt. Trust me; you can’t get much more intimate than that. We’ve both fucked women with Fabian too, back when he and Lucian were still single. So no, having Fabian walk in on us momentarily put me off my rhythm and having him stand over me like he was a judge at the fucking Olympic Games was a bit intimidating, but trust me babe, I was coming and I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d wanted to.”

“Yeah well I hope he doesn’t make a habit of doing something like that.” She mumbled.

He hooked her chin with his finger and raised her face to his. “Does that mean you’ll come back here? You weren’t so put off you’re going to run for the hills screaming profanities at me as you run?”

She laughed softly. “Am I really that bad?”

“Oh yeah babe, you sure know how to make a man feel special, that’s for sure.”

“You’re not just a man Damien; you’re a vampire, a man whore vampire.”

For some reason her words irritated him. “I’m not a fucking man whore Flame. As vampires we need to feed and fuck so we just do what comes naturally to us. It isn’t necessarily some need to fornicate with the entire female population of Tasmania.”

She shot him a doubtful look and to avoid things turning into another one of their bickering sessions, he threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed. “How about we shower and I take you out so you can eat?” He asked. “We don’t keep food in the house, drinks yes, but not food for obvious reasons. You will spend the rest of the night with me won’t you?”

“I can’t Damien. I should really get back home and see the girls, plus my life is not as exciting as yours. I have to do things like wash and clean. How do you all keep your clothes clean? Somehow I can’t see any of you being domestic, doing washing and ironing, although I’m sure you would look just lovely in a frilly apron.” She grinned and he picked up his pillow and threw it at her.

“We don’t wash, we have a service that takes everything away, cleans it, irons it and returns it. One of the perks of being vampire is wealth babe. We tend to inherit a lot given we’re always the last living relative, you know what I mean?” He bent down and scooped her up into his arms. “Now come on, shower time and if you’re good I just might fuck you again.”

“If I’m good? Watch your mouth Damien and who says I’d want you to fuck me again anyway? I’m feeling very well used about now. You’ve had a plug in my ass, that huge cock of yours in my pussy and mouth. I’m not sure I can take anything more right now.”

“I’ll feed you my blood babe. Come on, shower.” He reached between her legs and brushed his fingers over her folds before plunging two fingers inside her. “You’re soaked from my cum and yours, but you’re not too sore yet. One more fuck and I’ll make it all go away.” He said and carried her through to the bathroom, turning on the taps to the shower.

Flame

I looked over at Damien’s gorgeous profile as he drove me home later that night. His hair was still slightly damp and curling over the back of his jacket. I could smell the beautiful scent that surrounded him all the time, and it was intoxicating. I’d once thought it was aftershave but it wasn’t, it was his natural scent.

I shifted in my seat and felt a moment’s disappointment that my body had no memory now of him being inside it. My brain had perfect clarity of course but since he’d fed me blood to make sure I didn’t suffer at work tomorrow, I had no more of that delicious tenderness, that was a constant reminder of the numerous times that big, beautiful cock had been inside me.

“So what will you do with yourself once you take me home?” I asked him.

“Oh I thought I might go to the club, pick up a woman or two, take her home, fuck her and feed from her.” He said, looking over at me grinning.

I knew he was joking, the expression on his face proved that, but I hated that for just a brief moment, a split second in time, I’d wondered if he was serious, and what annoyed me even more was the fact that I cared, that it would upset me if he went to another woman now. I was in trouble, somewhere along the way, he’d really become important to me. He said I was to him too, but it was hard to shake the doubt that he didn’t just say whatever got him between my legs.  

I glanced around the car looking for something I could throw at him but he burst out laughing, which distracted me. “Are you looking for a suitable weapon babe? You know it’s rude to throw something at anyone but certainly not the wisest decision to throw things at someone while they’re driving.”

He pulled up at an intersection while we waited for the lights to change and continued to tease me mercilessly about what an evil woman I was for wanting to try and injure the driver.  

When the lights changed he drove forward and we’d made it about halfway through the intersection when we heard the loud roar of a high powered engine, followed by the wail of a police siren.

I looked up and I saw Damien’s eyes swing to my side of the car. They widened and I heard him scream. “OH FUCK!” The next moments felt like they were in slow motion. I saw him spin the steering wheel in a desperate attempt to get his car out of the way and while he wrestled with the sleek sports car, I watched the car that was racing towards us with the flashing lights of the police car behind it. Suddenly the driver of the speeding car must have seen Damien’s black car and we heard the squeal of his tyres as he locked it up and I watched in growing horror as the runaway car lost control, beginning to slide sideways towards us.

It was going to hit, I knew this and there was nothing we could do at this point to stop it. I looked over to Damien, wanting to see his handsome face one more time because my every instinct was telling me I would not survive this impact.  

Damien must have sensed something in my expression because his eyes widened and he began to shake his head. Lifting one hand from the steering wheel for a second, but realising he couldn’t let go of it long enough to touch me, we gazed into one another’s eyes, and it was at that moment that the two cars collided with a sickening crunch of metal. The sound of screeching, grinding metal was deafening for that split second it registered, and then pain hit me, blinding, all-consuming pain. I could hear screaming and finally realised that it was me. I met Damien’s eyes one more time before everything seemed to grow dim. It was getting dark and I squinted, trying to focus on his beautiful face again. I couldn’t though; I couldn’t see him through the grey haze clouding my vision. When the pain exploded in my head with an audible popping sound in my skull, suddenly everything went black. With the black came peace and quiet. No more grinding metal. No more shrieks; no more police sirens, everything was silent.

Damien

When the cars stopped moving and his sports car was no longer being shunted across the intersection by the other car he turned to Flame. The first thing he saw was blood, so much fucking blood. She had slumped forward in her seat, or what was left of it. Bits of the car were all around her, pressed into her, half crushing her from what he could see.

He looked down at himself and raised his hands, seeing a few cuts and abrasions on them which were already starting to heal. He ripped his seatbelt off and reached out to the unconscious woman by his side. He was hoping like hell she was unconscious and not dead.

With a shaking hand he pushed her heavy mane of hair aside, feeling for a pulse. His stomach dropped when after several moments of trying to find one, he couldn’t. Oh god, if she was dead, he’d never forgive himself. He’d allowed himself to become distracted from driving. He’d been teasing her and now he could be about to pay the ultimate price. He was going to lose Flame.

Frantically he patted himself down, looking for his mobile phone. He needed to call his sire. He was starting to shake badly as shock set in, but after a couple of attempts he finally managed to pull up Fabian’s number and dialled it.

Fortunately Fabian answered and in a shaking voice he explained what had happened. As he spoke to his sire, his teeth began to clatter noisily against one another, and he felt suddenly frozen. He wasn’t sure how that was possible. He was vampire, they didn’t feel hot or cold, they rarely sweated, and shivering wasn’t normal, but here he was in the mangled remains of his sports car, with the smell of Flame’s blood rising around him, shivering so violently, his teeth were literally chattering.

Just as he hung up with Fabian assuring him they were on their way; Damien heard voices outside the car and someone pulled on his driver’s door, which opened with a loud protest and the sound of grinding metal. There had been no impact on his side of the car but he could see his Lotus Elise was bowed in the middle like a damned banana.

“Hey sir, are you ok?” It was the police officer, probably from the car that had been chasing the one that hit him. He glanced inside the car and saw Flame.

“I…I’m ok but…but…she…I…please…I…I can’t find a pulse.” He stammered, his eyes moving back to Flame who sat there so still, except for the blood running down in little rivers from her hairline.

Suddenly she made the slightest sound, a sound that was barely detectable but he heard it. “Fuck, she’s alive. Help me please. Help me get her out of the car.” He scrambled out and rushed around to her side, almost skidding to a halt at the carnage before him.

The other car was buried in the side of his car, crumpled so badly, the bonnet had flipped up over the windscreen and the engine looked to be pushed into the cabin of the car a little. It was the damage to his car that made his stomach sink. The passenger door was halfway into the car, over the passenger seat and he closed his eyes briefly with the painful realisation that Flame had been sitting there and was now almost over the car’s centre console. How the fuck could she possibly survive this?

The roof had broken away on her side; the convertible top peeled back like a giant can opener had opened up a section of it.

“We have to get her out. Dammit, this fucking car is in the way.” He kicked at the other car. He couldn’t move it even with his vampire strength and he couldn’t move it, even to save Flame while humans were around to see.

He climbed onto the car’s bonnet and grabbed the damaged hardtop for the convertible and began to peel it back, mindful of the fact he was probably displaying more strength than he should but he had to get to Flame.

“Sir, I’ve called for an ambulance and rescue should be here soon to get her out. Don’t risk yourself. You can’t just pull her out, she might have serious injuries. Please sir I insist, do...not...move...her.” The cop’s voice was serious.

Damien realised that the cop was right. If he moved her and she had a major spinal injury or something he could make it worse, but he needed her out of the car.

“I’m not touching her.” He ground out through gritted teeth. “I just need to see her. See if she’s conscious.” He crawled into the opening he’d made on the top of the car and leaned down towards her, the strong scent of her blood filling his nostrils. He touched her cheek and it was cold. “Babe?” He said softly. “My Firebird, please wake up. Can you hear me?”

She groaned a low sound and when she parted her lips, blood welled up and spilled from the corner of her mouth. Damien’s stomach hit his feet. She was bleeding internally and he was suddenly painfully aware that she was dying. He was losing her. The first woman to ever pique his interest and she was slipping away; the only woman to ever mean anything to him, to really mean something to him.

“Babe, please, I can save you.” He whispered. “I can turn you.”

“NO!” She half shouted at him before being overcome with a fit of coughing which resulted in more blood and he felt the fine spray of her life force over his face as she coughed. “You promise me that you won’t turn me. I…I…don’t…want…to…be...a…vampire.” She gasped, more blood spilling from her. “Promise me.”

Fuck her, why was she so adamant that she not be turned? “Why babe? Why? I can save you.”

“I can’t live that lifestyle. I...we...we…aren’t…aren’t…not forever. We aren’t forever. You...you...won’t...won’t...want...forever. I...I...want...I...want...lo...you...can’t...” She finally managed to gasp, her chest heaving as if every breath was agonising for her.