Toma (The Dark Shadows Book 2) (3 page)

T
oma’s eyes popped open
, his body tense, sitting up immediately in the bed on high alert, unsure of what woke him up. He grabbed his blade from under his pillow, shifting to sit on the side of the bed listening for whatever woke him. He relaxed slightly sensing that he was alone in his private suite and according to the clock on the nightstand he had only been asleep for about an hour.

Tonight he, Teague and Adrian hunted down a gang of rogue vampires, which was just the fight he needed to release some of his pent up frustration. He single handedly killed four of the seven rogues. The sound caught his ears again. This time he was sure he had heard something. Someone cried out for help, a female voice at that.

Anika!

Without a second thought he bolted from his room not bothering to stop as he reached Anika’s door. He flung the door open ready to kill whoever would dare break into his mate’s room. He cursed silently realizing he called her his mate again.

He quickly assessed the room, not finding any intruders. He relaxed slightly, turning his eyes towards the bed and his heart just about jumped into his throat.

Anika, tangled in her comforter, was laying on her stomach giving him a perfect view of her plump ass barely covered by a tiny wisp of material perpetrating to be panties.

“No,” she moaned again. “Help me, please,” she whispered. His heart pounded in his chest as he moved closer to the bed.

“Anika,” he called her name gently, gazing over her perfect features, highlighted by the moonlight that shone through her bedroom window. He called her name gently again not wanting to startle her.

She moaned again, fighting her blanket and this time succeeding in throwing it off her. He just about swallowed his tongue as he stared at her dressed in nothing but a tiny white camisole top and her panties. She turned on her side and his heart just about broke when he saw her tear streaked cheeks.

“Anika.”

This time he shook her shoulder, causing her to just about jump out of the bed. Her eyes flashed open, clouded with confusion at first, not recognizing where she was.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

“Toma?” she turned her beautiful brown eyes to meet his, recognition setting in. His chest filled with satisfaction with the way that she said his name with her husky voice and recognized him in the dark.

“You were moaning and yelling out. I thought someone was in here harming you,” he rambled, trying to explain why he burst into her room with a very large blade in his hand. “Are you okay?” he asked again.

“I’m a little shaken up, “ she said, sitting up in bed, quickly covering herself up.

He sighed with relief, even in the dark, with his heightened vampiric sight, he could see the outline of her dark areolas and her nipples straining against her thin shirt. He tried to will his dick to settle down and sent up a small prayer that the room’s darkness hid his raging erection.

“A nightmare?” he asked. She nodded her head up and down quickly, her body seeming to almost shrink a little as she slid down further in the bed. She just looked so vulnerable and scared.

He had to leave before he did something he would end up regretting, like crawl into bed with her and pull her into his arms.

“Well, it was just a dream. There’s no one here.”

He took a few steps backwards; cringing on the inside, knowing he sounded cold and cruel, but he couldn’t help it. He was hoping to make his escape but her next words stopped him dead in his tracks

“Do you mind staying with me?” she asked with her wide eyes. He paused, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what type of game the Gods were playing on him and his control.

“Please,” she said softly, breaking the last barrier around his heart. He nodded his head quickly unable to speak.

He looked around for the chair that was supposed to be in her room, suddenly remembering that the chair needed to be repaired, after one of their cousins who visited recently had broken one of the legs.

The Gods must be trying his patience. He sighed walking around the other side of the bed, placing the dagger on the bedside table before crawling on the bed. There was no way he was getting under the covers with her barely dressed and him just in boxer briefs!

“Thank you,” she whispered, turning slightly towards him.

“Sure,” he said, the scent of her hovering in the air, his gums burned as his incisors threatened to descend.

“You’re not as mean as you portray, are you?”

His head whipped around towards her, finding her on her side staring at him. He swallowed hard, finding it hard to believe that he was actually jealous of the moonlight caressing her soft caramel skin. His fingers itched, wanting to replace the moonlight with his hands. He rolled onto his back lacing his fingers behind his head to keep from reaching out and touching her.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he joked, staring up at the ceiling. “Or I’d have to kill you.” She gasped, sitting up on her elbow.

“Did the great bad-ass Toma Olaru just make a joke?” she giggled softly.

“I’m not that bad,” he scowled as she laughed again, feeling his cock beginning to stiffen at the huskiness of her laugh. His body tensed as she shifted closer to him, laying her head in the crook of his arm. “Anika—” he started, but she shushed him with a tiny finger against his lips.

“I know you're not scared of little ol’ me, Toma,” she whispered, her teasing eyes meeting his.

He could feel himself drowning in her beautiful brown eyes. He cursed silently to himself knowing that he needed to leave immediately before this went any further.

“Anika, this isn’t right,” he said, gently removing her finger, unable to resist kissing it softly first. It was taking every last drop of strength he had not to roll over on her and take her.

Hard.

The need to bond with her was growing stronger, the more time he spent around her. She just suffered a brutal attack and with her injuries he could hurt her. Sweat formed on his forehead as she pushed her soft curvy body flush against him, trailing her fingers down his bare chest.

He couldn’t help but notice how well her soft, voluptuous body complimented his hard muscles. His cock definitely took notice, growing thick and heavy as he breathed in the tangy scent of her arousal.

“Why isn’t it? I’ve fantasized about you since the first day we met. I’ve dreamt of what it would be like to be held by you, to be kissed by you,” she said trailing kisses along his jaw. “To be fucked by you,” she whispered against his lips, shattering his control.

He grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her slow and thoroughly. She whimpered softly as he broke the kiss, rolling her on to her back while ripping the blankets from the bed. The need to see all of her consumed him.

She’s perfect.

The fantasies that he’d had of this woman over the years did not even come close to the real deal. Her white camisole shirt barely covering her nipples with the shadow of her areolas had his fangs threatening to descend.

His hands automatically grabbed the bottom of her shirt and gently pulled it over her head. He dipped his head, capturing her taut brown nipple in his mouth. A moan resonated in her chest as he worshiped her large mound.

He couldn’t get enough of her, squeezing and rolling the other nipple in his free hand. She cried out as he sucked harder, opening his mouth to take more of her breast into his mouth. He released it suddenly needing to pay attention to the other, nipping gently at the other breast then soothing it with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth.

She gently called his name as he continued to trail kisses down to her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. She jumped as he nipped her slightly on her lower abdomen.

He continued to worship her body, kissing, nipping and licking every inch he could reach, while memorizing each spot that elicited a gasp or moan. He reached the top of her panties, sitting back on his knees, gently running his finger along the crease of her pussy feeling how drenched her panties were.

“Do you like these?” His voice was deep with need as he continued to run his fingers long the seam of her labia, gently applying pressure to her clit through her panties.

“No,” she breathed, her eyes locked on him, rotating her hips in the rhythm that his fingers were setting against her hot core.

“Good,” he muttered, quickly ripping the panties from her. Her legs automatically spreading wider for him as he knelt between them.

“Fuck,” he breathed, mesmerized by the sight of her hairless mound.

He spread her labia, finding her swollen pink nub. The smell of her arousal had him wanting to flip her over and pound into her pussy until they both were no longer conscious. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to gain control.

Not tonight and after tonight, not ever again.

He couldn’t chance completing the bond with her. There were many reasons why they could not complete the bond, but tonight he wouldn’t think about it. He would cherish every moment tonight with her. Tonight will not be about him but her.

He trailed his tongue along her labia, garnering the first taste of her. Her fingers weaved themselves through in his hair trying to direct him to her center. He continued to tease her, licking and nipping the inside of her thigh as she threatened bodily harm if he didn’t stop playing with her.

“Patience little one,” he responded to her empty threats with a smile before dipping his tongue into her drenched core.

“Toma,” she moaned as he continued to use his agile tongue to bring her to ecstasy’s edge.

He added a finger, then two as her body flexed, her fingers on one hand guiding his face closer to her pussy, while the nails on the other dug deep into his shoulder. He growled at the sensation of her nails, smelling a small hint of blood in the air.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.

He sensed she was close to orgasm, but he refused to lighten up on his sweet torture of her pussy. Her core releasing her sweet nectar that coated his hand and face. He pushed his two fingers deeper into her hot channel before adding a third to stretch her.

He refused to show her any mercy, wanting to completely ruin her for any man after him. He snarled at the thought of other men getting to experience the delights of her body. He clamped down on her clit hard, causing a scream to tear from her as her body arched high off the bed. He used his one hand to push her back down on the bed and the other to push her legs further apart as they clamped down on him.

He raised his eyes, witnessing the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He continued to suck and lick up all the juices from her orgasm as her body shuddered.

He stood up from the bed sliding his boxers from his body as her hooded eyes hungrily, roamed his body. He stood with pride as his painful erection bobbed for attention. Her eyes widened as she took in the size of his cock.

“Wow,” she breathed, eyes locked on his throbbing member. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, conscious of her bruised ribs.

“Come here,” he said motioning for her to come to him. She stood, slowly turning towards him as he pulled her to him. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands along her rounded hips and large breasts, memorizing the site of her.

He’ll have plenty of memories for future fantasies after tonight.

“I’m too heavy,” she gasped as he easily lifted her up and guided his cock to her entrance.

“You barely weigh anything,” he said, gazing deep into her eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing erection.

They both groaned as he slid deeper into her tight hot pussy. Once she was seated fully on his cock, he held her close to him, nuzzling her neck, licking and tasting her. Her head dropped to the side exposing her pulsating jugular and it took everything in him to draw his fangs back into his gums. He slowly lifted her, before slowly lowering her onto his hard shaft.

His breathing became rapid as she began to set her own rhythm as she rode him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she took her pleasure from him. His chest swelled at the thought that he was the one causing her pleasure; he was the one causing the sexy little gasps, groans and his name flowing from her plump lips. He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, fucking her mouth the same as his cock was fucking her pussy.

It was then his turn to gasp as she rotated her hips. He latched on to her right breast, flicking and sucking her breast hard as he began to thrust deeper into her core. He
will
leave a mark on her tonight; he was going to make sure she wouldn’t want anyone else after he fucked her tonight.

“Oh, my God,” she yelped as he increased the pace, slamming her down on his cock. “You’re so deep, right there…” her voice ended on a hitch as his grip tightened on her plump ass, crushing her to him as he felt the familiar tingling in his balls signaling he was close. “Stop holding back. I’ll be okay.” He shook his head.

“Anika,” he groaned as her pussy began to contract around his cock.

He had to hold back, he would hurt her further if he let loose and took her the way he really wanted to. He refused to be the reason she’d experience pain in the morning.

“Toma!” she cried out as their eyes locked.

Everything around them seemed to fade away; time seemed to slow down as he realized how much in love with her he was. No matter what, this woman would always hold his heart in her hands.

She threw her head back screaming as her body shook with another orgasm, this time he followed her over the edge, his grip tightened in a bruising manner as he roared his release, shooting his seed deep into her womb.

S
he opened
her eyes immediately sensing that he was gone. She turned slowly not seeing any evidence that Toma was ever in the room. The only proof that he had been there and that she hadn’t dreamt last night was the lingering smell of him on her sheets and pillowcase.

A smile spread across her face as she thought of how many times he fucked her.

Yup, fucked her.

There was no other way to describe what they did last night. Toma thoroughly fucked the hell out of her and she had the smile, a few bruises on her ass and the soreness between her legs to prove it.

She slowly got out of bed wrapping her sheet around her naked form, making her way to her en suite bathroom. She collected the items she would need for her shower as fast as she could. She laughed at herself, noticing that she was walking weird, and it wasn’t because of her attack.

All thanks to Toma
.

She dropped the sheet on the bathroom floor, turning the shower on and climbing in. She couldn’t erase the silly grin from her face as she leaned under the shower-head wetting her hair. She quickly washed her hair, before beginning to wash herself.

Her nipples puckered up at the memory of Toma’s tongue lathering her nipples, her core began to ache again as she slowly ran her soapy hands along her breast. She couldn’t believe that even after the multiple orgasms he had given her, she still wanted him.

She leaned against the shower wall as her fingers delved into her wet folds finding her sensitive nub. She moaned as she rubbed her engorged clit, wishing that Toma were here to relieve her ache. She spread her legs wider as she continued to rub her pulsating clit.

She dropped her loofa on the shower floor, massaging her own swollen breast with her free hand. Seconds later her orgasm hit her, she let loose a silent scream as she felt the rush of her release slide from her own pussy.

She dropped her back against the wall, not believing that she had just got herself off in the shower just off of her memory of their all night sex session. She shook her head and quickly finished her shower.

Forty-five minutes later she was dressed, hair blow-dried and flat ironed. She was dressed in a tight pair of jean capris, t-shirt and sandals that Nadira had bought for her. She hurried out of her room as fast as her sore ribs would allow her to and went to find the kitchen as she realized she had worked up quite the appetite.

Excitement to see Toma filled her as she made her way down to the kitchen, finding him with Adrian and Nicu deep in conversation at the kitchen table.

“Morning!” she said with a large smile on her face.

Her eyes tried to catch Toma’s but he wouldn’t look in her direction. Her smile instantly faded sensing something was wrong.

“Good morning, Anika,” Nicu said nodding his head to her.

“How are you this morning?” Adrian asked, his ice blue eyes showing concern.

“I’m just sore,” she said clearing her throat. Her voice was a little more hoarse, thanks to all of the screaming during her multiple orgasms Toma wrung out of her. “I should be fine.”

Her heart ached as she realized that Toma was not going to look, or even speak to her. Did she embarrass him? She suddenly felt self conscious, thinking that maybe he didn’t want his brothers to know that he slept with the chubby girl.

She glanced at him again, recognizing that the old Toma was back, as if nothing had ever happened between them. She began to think that maybe he didn’t feel the same about her as she did for him. She must have just been a piece of pussy to pass the time and it was all her fault.

She did, however, practically throw herself at him. She finally got up the nerve to approach him about how she felt and look where it’s gotten her. Not just a broken heart but a shredded heart.

“Good morning all!” Tabitha, the Olaru house manager greeted everyone as she breezed into the kitchen. “Anika, it’s so good to see you. What will you have for breakfast?”

Tabitha was human also and had worked for the Olaru family for about ten years. Tabitha’s tall frame zipped around the kitchen. She was always excited when Anika came to visit since it gave her a chance to actually cook for someone.

“Toast will be fine,” Anika answered, wondering if she should just leave and come back once Toma and his brothers left.

“Oh, no! You are not eating just toast!” Tabitha huffed. “I am cooking, so you just sit right there and I’ll whip us up something good!” She directed and helped Anika sit on the stool by the island.

“Anika, you will need your strength,” Nicu said frowning slightly, noticing her stiffness. “Nadira said you are to eat. Help your self to whatever is here in the kitchen.”

Adrian and Tabitha both nodded and verbalized agreement to Nicu’s statement. Toma remained silent, still refusing to look in her direction, finding something very interesting outside the kitchen patio door.

“Thank you, Nicu,” she said softly as Nicu stormed out the kitchen with Adrian and Toma behind him while Tabitha began banging around the kitchen. She stared down at the counter top, not even knowing what to think.

He didn’t even look at her once. She knew she had taken a chance last night. She didn’t even know where she had got the courage to come on to him. She certainly won’t regret what they did; after all it
was
the best night of her life.

As Tabitha hummed and sang off key puttering around the kitchen, Anika took one last look at the door Toma walked through, with a longing in her heart that would probably never be filled again.

H
e should never have touched
her. The look on her face when he didn’t speak to her in the kitchen just about crushed him. He wanted to run to her and take her in his arms and apologize for ignoring her. There was no way that he could let anyone know what went on between Anika and him.

This morning when he woke up with her nestled in his arms, he had been in heaven. He didn’t want to move from the bed. Her dark hair, spread out on his arm and pillow, appeared as a dark cloud surrounding her. Her creamy brown skin made his fingers itch to want to explore her body again. And the way she sighed and scooted closer to him unconsciously, made him want to roll her on her back, spread her legs and bury his cock back into her tight sheath again.

But instead, he slowly crept from her bed, took one last look at her curvy form before quietly making his way back to his room. What happened between them last night must not ever happen again.

“Is that okay with you, Toma?” Nicu's voice broke into his thoughts.

“What was that?” he asked blinking, as he looked around their father’s office.

“What the hell are you daydreaming about?” Teague asked with a laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, Teague,” he growled to his younger brother as their father walked into the room.

“Thanks for meeting me on such short notice,” the king said once he took his seat behind his massive mahogany desk, his piercing eyes glanced around the room at all four of his sons. “Any luck on finding Xalak?”

Xalak, the son of the necromancer king Sodan, had been on the run, hiding from the Dark Shadows. Sodan had offered a truce with the demand to unite the two enemies and become allies by having Xalak mate with Nadira. Xalak’s attack on Nadira’s true mate, Cooper, forced her to have to turn Cooper into a vampire in order to save him.

Toma and his brothers, members of the Dark Shadows were an elite group of vampires that hunt down rogue vampires and protect the vampire nation against all of their enemies, and the necromancers were enemy number one.

“We think the attack on Anika was Xalak himself,” Nicu said, catching Toma’s attention. His brother hadn't shared that piece of information with him. “He has to be looking for Nadira. According to Nadira, Anika said the assailant demanded to know where ‘
she
’ was, before she lost consciousness.”

Toma’s jaw tightened at the summary of Anika’s assault. He didn’t want to think of the bruises lining her throat, or her bruised ribs that he had kissed and caressed last night into early this morning.

“So the spell is working,” Vladimir said, nodding his head.

After the vicious attack on Cooper and the threat of the necromancers escalating, the king had wanted to send Nadira away. She refused and for the first time ever, stood up to their father. They met half way and the king had a powerful fae place a protection spell on Nadira. The spell would block any other paranormal sensing her location, acting as a GPS jammer.

“So far, anyone who has searched for Nadira has not been able to find her,” Nicu said. “The necros are escalating for some reason, they are almost in a panic to find Nadira.”

“And we still don’t know why?” Vladimir’s voice was low, frightfully calm as his cold penetrating gaze caught each one of his sons’ eyes. A chill slithered down Toma’s spine as he met his father’s gaze.

Vladimir was the king of all vampires and he didn’t get the position by being weak. He was most certainly the strongest and deadliest vampire in the room right now.

“We’re working on it,” Adrian said from his side of the room.

“Make it fast,” the king growled, his eyes flashing crimson. “If something happens to Nadira, the four of you will answer to me.”

Toma nodded his head at his brothers. They had to take care of the damn necros. His sister’s and Anika’s safety depended on it.

“There is another reason why I called you all here,” the king continued, sitting back in his chair. “The European Vampire Lords Council has met and is demanding that we secure our family line.”

“What?” Toma questioned. “Secure how?” He dreaded to know what the outcome would be.

“They are demanding that my sons begin to find mates, settle down and start having vampire babes.”

If someone had dropped a pin in the room, it would have been heard hitting the floor with no problem. Toma glanced around the room, meeting the shocked gazes of his brothers before turning his attention back to his father.

“You have got to be shitting me!” Teague groaned.

“Mates?” Adrian tested the word out like it was foreign. “But, you don't just go out and sign up for a true mate, the Gods bless you with a mate. How do you even know if you are with someone who is your mate?”

Toma knew the answer to that. He remembered the first day he met Anika. His whole world seemed to stand still as he gazed into her warm brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with flecks of gold. He remembered feeling as if someone had hit him across the chest with a two by four when she smiled at him, lighting up her whole face.

Nothing could even describe the jolt of lightening that coursed up his arm the minute they had shook hands when Nadira introduced them. With her being human, he wasn’t even sure if she felt it.

The erection he got the minute they met was the king of all erections. He had to quickly excuse himself to hide his physical reaction to her. He knew he had acted an ass when he abruptly walked away from them. He almost froze himself solid that night trying to calm his libido down in the shower. But the minute she crept back into his thoughts, he knew that night that she was
the
one. His woman. His mate and he could not have her.

“This should not come as a surprise,” the king’s voice broke into Toma’s thoughts.

“But Nicu is in line to be king, not us,” Teague argued.

“That is true, but with our life style, we have to ensure that there will always be an Olaru to rule. If something was to happen to Nicu, Adrian, it falls to you and your offspring,” the King’s words were stern, but his eyes seemed to soften as he looked around the room. “There is nothing wrong with having a strong female by your side. Your mother, is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I hope that someday, you boys will experience the true meaning of having a mate.”

Toma looked over at Nicu, who sat on the couch, his face expressionless as he looked at the king. Nicu hadn’t said one word since the king started speaking of them looking for mates.

“I have confidence that you will all find strong vampire females to mate and produce royal heirs for the family,” the king announced, reminding Toma of exactly why he will never be able to claim his true mate.