Silent Bite-A Scanguards Wedding (1001 Dark Nights) (12 page)

The urge to make her his was stronger now. The vampire inside him knew that this was the night of their blood-bond, that tonight they would become one. And the vampire was impatient.

His hips jerked against the mattress, moving back and forth to grant his cock some measure of relief. To no avail. Oliver knew that there was only one way he could get relief: inside of Ursula’s body.

Growling, he licked her clit faster and harder. Ursula thrashed, her body so close to release he could almost taste it. Sweat dripped from his face and neck, and to his horror he could feel his hands turn into claws, his fingernails sharpen to spiky barbs.

“Oh God!” Ursula called out.

Then a shudder raced through her body, visibly shaking her as her orgasm claimed her.

The vampire inside him broke to the surface, unleashed by the call from his mate. His claws sliced through his boxer briefs, freeing him at last. Cool air blasted against his burning cock, but only for a second. Faster than ever before, he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt. A choked breath escaped her throat as her interior muscles imprisoned him, still quivering from her orgasm.

Unable to hold himself back, Oliver pulled halfway out of her tight sheath then plunged back inside. And again. His vampire side went wild, fucking her hard and fast.

“I’m sorry!” he cried out. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

He’d always thought the bonding would be a tender affair, a slow merging of bodies, a gentle lovemaking. He hadn’t counted on his vampire side taking over so completely and giving him no choice in the matter.

He watched as his claw sliced into his own shoulder to create a small bleeding wound, before he lowered it to her face.

“Drink from me!” he demanded, his voice gruff and barely recognizable.

Ursula should reject him, afraid of what he would do to her, yet she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she placed her lips over the incision and licked it, lapping up the blood that oozed from it.

His entire body shuddered.

“Oh God!” he murmured.

He’d never felt anything like it. It was like the most sensual caress. The most tender embrace. The movements of his body slowed, becoming more gentle and tender. Then his eyes zoomed in on the throbbing vein at her neck, how it beckoned to him, called to him to take her.

In slow motion, he lowered his lips to it, feeling her shiver when he connected with her skin. Without haste, he opened his mouth and grazed her with the tips of his fangs. Slowly, they pierced her skin, descending into her flesh.

He drew on her vein. Blood rushed into his mouth and cascaded down his throat. He’d drunk from her many times before, but his time was different. This time she drank from him too. It created a circle, an unbreakable bond between them.

Ursula’s hand slid to his nape and pressed him to her.

Take me, all of me
, he heard her thoughts drift to him and knew their bond had been established.

The knowledge that they were one now catapulted him over the edge. His climax blasted through his body like a tsunami, unstoppable and uncontrollable.

Ursula’s muscles spasmed and he could now feel her orgasm as it traveled through her in waves, just like she would be able to sense his climax and experience it as if she were inhabiting his body.

So beautiful
, he thought.

Will it always be this way?
she asked, continuing to drink his blood, just as he still sucked at her vein.

Yes, always.

Because he would make sure that they would always be as happy as they were now. Whatever it took. Because she was his life, just as he was hers.

THE END

Oliver’s Hunger

Scanguards Vampires #7

Copyright © 2013 by Tina Folsom

There was a fire escape. She’d noticed it one night when one of the vampires had opened the blackened window at the end of the corridor where it made a bend to the right. It was her only chance.

She ran for it, stumbling several times until she reached it. Frantically, she tried to push the lower portion of the old sash window up, but it didn’t move. Panic surged through her. Had they nailed it shut? She jerked on it again, this time more violently. Her breath deserted her and she dropped her head.

Why? Why?
she cursed inwardly and slammed her small fist against the frame.

Then her eyes fell on the metal mechanism on top of the frame. The window was latched. It was one of those old latches from decades ago that simply held the window shut with a small lever one pushed from one side to the other; no key was needed.

Throwing a look over her shoulder, she quickly unlatched the window, then pushed it up. Cool night air drifted into the sticky corridor, making her shiver instantly. Her gaze fell onto the metal platform that was built outside the small window. The fire escape hung from it.

With haste, she squeezed through the open window and set her feet onto the platform, testing whether it would hold her. It bent under her weight, making her glance at the bolts that secured it to the building. It was too dark to see much, but she would bet that the metal was rusty.

Grabbing the handrail, she took her first hesitant step, then another one. Then she set a foot on the metal ladder, descending one story, then another. At the second floor, she stopped. The ladder came to an end. Panicked she surveyed the platform, then discovered a stack of metal that appeared as if it was a ladder that had been gathered up. She kicked her foot against it, but it didn’t move. Shouldn’t it go all the way down to the ground?

Gingerly, she stepped on it, putting more weight onto what appeared to be the bottom step. Her hand grabbed the rail next to her, and underneath her fingers she felt a hook. She pulled on it.

All hell broke loose. The ladder released instantly, coming down with a loud thump, taking her with it as her feet continued resting on the last step. The freefall made adrenaline race through her veins, but seconds later she came to a dead stop, jerking her body forward. A metal rod snapped, slicing into her upper arm. Pain radiated through her, and she slammed her hand over the wound, trying to soothe the pain away.

But there was no time to lose now. The vampires would have heard the noise and would investigate.

Blindly, she ran out of the alley and into the next street. She didn’t know where she was. When she and the other girls had been brought to this place it had been night, and they had been herded from a dark windowless truck into the building without getting a chance at seeing their surroundings. She didn’t even know what city she was in.

Passing by a sign for an import/export company, she dashed into the next street, running as fast as she could. The streets were deserted, as if the area wasn’t frequented by humans. Somewhere in the distance she heard cars, but still she saw nobody.

As she ran, she tried to take in her surroundings and make mental notes of street signs and buildings she passed.

Her lungs burned from exhaustion, her arm hurt from its encounter with the metal rod, and she could still feel blood trickling down her neck. If she couldn’t close those wounds soon, she’d bleed out. She had to find help. At the same time she had to get away as far as possible from her captors, because they were like bloodhounds. They would smell her blood and be able to track her down.

Turning into the next street, she didn’t slow her furious sprint. She was running on empty, and she knew it. But she wouldn’t give up. She’d come this far, and freedom was just around the next corner. She couldn’t let it slip through her fingers. Not when she was so close.

Before her eyes, everything became blurred, and she realized instantly that the blood loss was robbing her of her remaining strength. She stumbled, then caught herself. Her hands got hold of something soft. Thick fabric. Her fingers clawed at it, then hands pulled her up.

“What the fuck?” a male voice cursed.

“Help me,” she begged. “They’re after me. They’re hunting me.”

“Leave me alone,” the stranger ordered and held her away at arm’s length.

She lifted her head and looked at him for the first time. He was young, barely older than herself. Attractive too, if she could even make that kind of judgment in her foggy state of mind. His hair was dark and somewhat ruffled, his eyes piercing, his lips full and red.

Despite his words, he hadn’t let go of her arms, supporting her weight which would have made her knees buckle otherwise.

Looking straight into his stunning blue eyes, she pleaded again, “Help me, please, I’ll give you anything you want. Just get me out of here. To the next police station. Please!”

She needed help. Not just for herself, but also for the other girls. They had promised each other that whoever managed to escape would send help for the others.

His eyes narrowed a fraction as his forehead creased. His nostrils flared. “What’s going on?”

“They’re hunting me. You have to help me.”

Suddenly his hands clamped tighter around her upper arms, and the pain in her wound intensified.

“Who’s hunting you?” he hissed.

She couldn’t tell him the truth, because the truth was too fantastic. He wouldn’t believe her, he’d think she was some crazy junkie if she told him about the vampires. Still, she needed his assistance. “Please help me! I’ll do anything.”

He looked at her intensely, his eyes boring into her, almost as if he was trying to determine whether she was drunk or crazy, or both.

“Please. Do you have a car?”

She noticed his eyes briefly wander to a dark minivan parked at the side of the road. “Why?”

“Because I’ve got to get away from here. Or they’ll find me.” She darted nervous looks over her shoulder. So far, the vampires hadn’t caught up with her, but they couldn’t be far behind. But she also noticed that this man was still the only one in the vicinity. If he didn’t help her, she wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t run any longer.

“Listen, I’m not interested in whatever trouble you’re in. I’ve got my own.” He released her arms, and she would have fallen, had she not quickly gripped the lapels of his coat.

He glared at her. “I said—”

Desperation made her say words she thought she’d never utter. “I’ll sleep with you if you help me.”

He stopped dead in his movements, his eyes suddenly traveling over her, his nostrils flaring once more. Afraid that he would find something he didn’t like, she slung her arms around his neck and pulled his head to her. Her lips found his an instant later.

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