“Wisterian Vampire. Has a legendary ring to it.” I groaned as he hit the perfect spot on my foot.
“It was a known name for a few centuries but not for honorable reasons.” He glanced at the stars above and my chest ached for him. I didn’t know if he liked being a vampire and felt remorse when he killed humans. I wished I could explain why my heart chose him as its keeper. To love him was to love all of him, even the monster within.
“I don’t care,” I whispered, and he refused to look at me.
“You should. I’m not good for you, Little Flower.” There were no truer statements than that. We both knew it, but I was already too far gone. I pulled back my leg and scooted next to him. My hand cupped his sharp jaw, and I slowly tilted it to face me instead of the sky.
“Why do you call me Little Flower?”
His focus shifted from my lips to my eyes cautiously. He was utterly beautiful, and I became completely mesmerized by him. He must have seen the awe etched on my face because he leaned in and stopped inches from my lips.
Chapter Twenty- Nine
Tatsou
She looked at me with that beaming spark in her gaze, full of adoration and wholly without fear. I didn’t deserve such a precious gift. The things I’d done . . . the things I would continue to do in my immortal life . . . the things I’d do to keep her.
“You’re rare and delicate like the flowers I’d spent my human life treasuring. A short and sweet gift to show us beauty in the nightmares of this world.” The words flowed from my lips to hers, and then she was kissing me. Her fever and passion hit me like lightning, and I had her crushed between me and the stone wall of the spring.
Her nails dug into my shoulder while her legs wrapped around me. We were both completely bare to each other, it would be so easy to press inside her. We made a deal, though. I could wait for years and years if she wanted.
She rubbed her sex against my length, and I growled into her mouth. Guards walked the premises. I gripped her body against mine and quickly darted us inside where I could hear her moans without someone else listening in. She giggled as I laid her down on the bed.
“Something funny?” I mused as I held myself over her, letting her lead, lest I give myself fully to what I craved. She reached up to caress the side of my face, my head instinctually leaning into her touch. How had this woman become nothing and yet everything to me in such a short time?
“You and your vampire tricks. Are you going to crawl on the ceiling next?” Her fingers traveled around my cheek bones, down my nose, then padded my lips.
“I might,” I teased and nipped her.
“I want you, Tatsou, all of you.” She pulled my head down to her kiss, and the rest of my body followed while her legs wrapped around my waist. Her sex was warm and slick, inviting me to join with her.
“I won’t change. I’m still a vampire.” I gave her one last warning. She had a chance to turn back now and not choose a monster.
“You’re my vampire,” she claimed and did something that would have dropped me to my knees had I not already been over her. She tilted her neck to the side, exposing her thrumming vein to me.
“Kat,” I breathed, and my fangs instantly fell.
“You said you wanted to bite me for pleasure. I trust you Tatsou, so completely.” Her body wiggled against mine and the ache in my cock matched the one in my throat. I lowered my head to her neck as I nudged her entrance. Her body tensed for the barest second before I pressed a kiss to her flesh and slowly pressed into her. She was hot and tight and overwhelming. Without a second thought I sank my fangs into her neck and thrust into her, over and over. Instead of screams of pain, she moaned so loud the whole damn forest would hear her. Fangs and fucking, a vampire’s most potent weapon. When aroused, vampire’s fangs released an aphrodisiac that replaced the pain with ultimate pleasure.
“Gah!” she cried out, as I pulled back and slammed into her sex while attached to her throat. Her blood drove me wild, too far past the point to hold back. Over and over I pistoned into her. With every moan, every clench of her sex against me, the more of a monster I became.
“You’re mine,” I growled, releasing her neck.
“Yes! Yes!” She nodded and turned her hooded eyes to look at me. I drove my claim home with long and hard strokes.
“Forever,” I snarled, and she gripped me tighter.
“Tatsou.” She moaned my name, and I crashed my lips to hers. She licked her blood from my tongue and I had to fight the instinct to taste her again. Her body gripped me tighter, and her moans turned to whimpers as she grew closer to release.
“Say my name again,” I demanded to hear it as she came. I rolled my hips and lifted her leg to my shoulder for another angle. Her eyes widened as the orgasm hit her in this new position.
“Tatsou!” she screamed, and I drowned in the sound. Never had I felt such a high than when I was with her. Every sound and touch . . . her taste destroyed who I was down to my core. I’d never survive as the same man after this. Everything had changed, and now my world revolved around this rare soul who hollered my name to the gods above. Release barreled down my spine and I roared with each stroke. She murmured my name over and over as I released myself into her. Her breaths were heavy, and each pant had her breasts rubbing against my chest, keeping me hard. But first, I focused on the wounds at her neck. The scent of her blood and our sex coated the air. I leaned over and sealed them with my tongue.
“That was . . . wow.” Her hands idly caressed my skin, and I rolled my hips in response. All nerves within my supernatural body were sensitive. I had no words for what occurred here, but I needed more.
“Again.” I kissed her and moved in slow dips.
“One condition.” She attempted to push my torso up, which I refused to budge. I stared at her, waiting to see what said condition I would be agreeing to. She smiled, and my cock twitched in response.
