Her voice sent him hurtling into the vortex, shredding his last bit of self-control and he swabbed a soft throbbing circle of her sweet flesh and slowly, surely bit down. The purity of her blood took his breath away, just as it had before, but this was much sweeter. His lips covered the wound and he drank deeply, reliving her life memories and reveling in her triumphs. The anguish he'd felt over taking her was quickly washed away, replaced by an exhilarating feeling of possession.
Sammi felt the razor-sharp puncture of his fangs and her body went rigid with pain. "Sto … " The utterance stuck in her throat, deftly lodged there by the sensual suction of his lips. Her toes began to tingle first, the sensation sweeping like a tidal wave over her body, leaving an icy wake. Her head felt like a lead weight, tied to a floating fishing buoy. When she managed to raise her head, she immediately caught sight of his burning eyes and went limp again. Her body shivered as she felt his hands move through her hair, supporting her skull and he relinquished the flesh hold that he held on her, his bloodlust burning free.
"Your turn, sweet."
The world swayed and swung before Sammi's unfocused eyes. She felt herself being pulled upright, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and prepared to feed her. "Thorne?"
"Yes, sweet?"
"May I choose where to feed from you?"
"Yes."
"Unbutton your pants and lay back on the bed." Thorne paused for a long moment, staring down into her eyes. "Strip for me."
He could not deny the passion in her green eyes. He knelt beside her, his burning eyes focused on hers as he unbuttoned and spread the silk aside, baring his golden-haired chest and hard muscles. Her arms raised, her hands meeting his flesh and stroking his nipples. Her touch brought irresistible sensations to him. He quivered like a young boy, his every breath and reaction dependent on hers. His hands shook as he unbuttoned his pants and he suddenly felt shy under her ardent gaze.
Sammi nearly smiled at his hesitation. How could such a handsome, virile man be so bashful? She sat up and stilled his fumbling fingers, her eyes meeting and holding his. Very slowly, his hands fell away and she unbuttoned the top button, then leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the newly exposed skin. She smiled at the catch in his breath and undid another button, applying her soft lips and searching tongue. He groaned and the muscles of his stomach fluttered under her mouth. When she reached the last button, she pressed the pants down and nearly gasped at the thick root that sprang from a sparkling bed of golden-brown curls. So beautiful. Without a second thought, she lowered her mouth to its quivering tip.
Thorne fought the urge to shout. Her mouth was so warm and so wet and her tongue … "Oh, Sammi." Her hands pulled him down onto the rug and she followed, her mouth attached to his rod, lovingly sucking and licking, making him impossibly hard. Her tongue traveled his length and found his soft sac, nuzzling the sensitive skin. The pain was sudden and quick. She had bitten the side of his penis and was suckling at the wound, drinking down his blood and drawing a deep growl from him.
A strange sensation enveloped Sammi. Her eyesight dimmed, faded, then returned with such startling clarity that she gasped aloud. Her hearing seemed to follow the same pattern but she greeted this metamorphosis with absolute silence. She could hear Thorne's breathing and the
thump-a-thump-a-thump
of his heart beat, elevating as she let her gaze graze him from head to toe. Her nipples tightened at the smell his arousal, the slightly sweet scent of the semen roiling in his heavy balls and suddenly, she was thirsty, yearning for a taste of him.
She sat up, her lips ruby with blood and her eyes filling with its dark beauty. "You belong to me now." She whispered huskily, energized by the blood in her veins. She bent and inhaled his sensual mixture of musk and sweat, baring her fangs lustily at the thought of fucking him.
"Drink more, my sweet." Thorne reveled in the strength of her bloodlust, trembling with its force through the connection they shared. He growled deeply, wincing as she punctured his carotid. His dick hardened, exhilaration rushing through his body as his blood married with hers and in an instant, it happened: they crossed the threshold together.
"Thorne!" Sammi didn't know what was happening. Her nipples felt super-sensitive, rubbing against the flimsy material of the robe and her bald pussy oozed clear, sweet honey. "What's happening to me?"
"You've crossed the bloodlust threshold." He grasped the front of her robe, effortlessly ripping it from her slim shoulders. Bathed in golden light, her porcelain skin glowed warmly, enticing his touch. She shivered. "Tonight, we fuck."
A low moan escaped her as he threw her onto her back, raised her knees and went right for her weeping prize. His tongue swept upward through her slit, capturing her thick juices and swallowing them. She tasted different this night; maybe because of the transformation, but she was no less sweet than before. He ran his tongue over her soft, hairless flesh, his hands splayed over her abdomen in an attempt to keep her still. Her hips bucked and her pussy muscles flexed under his tongue. "Thorne, please … "
He knew what she wanted, what she craved. He lazily dragged his tongue along her glistening pinkness, limning each petal with the tip of his tongue, then diving under her fleshy mound to find her clit. The tiny organ throbbed with blood and he tenderly wrapped his tongue around it, molding his lips to its contours and sucking. Sammi screamed with pleasure, mashing his face into her pulsing quim and he let his tongue dip into her honeypot again, licking, sucking and devouring. She was so wet, so ready …
Thorne couldn't stand it any longer. He had to have her.
Sammi didn't protest much when he moved up over her and the tantalizing head of his penis scrubbed up and down her soaked gash. She growled her subservience to him, welcoming his thick tube of flesh into her body and gasping at the sensation of being penetrated and filled. "Oh, yes." The words degenerated into a long hiss as he sank in to the hilt, then slowly pulled out, coated with her thick and copious juices. With each stroke, she felt the nectar slip between her swollen lips and leak down onto her asshole. She reached beneath herself and pushed her finger against her wet pucker, triggering an orgasm that made her see stars.
Thorne grimaced, feeling her pussy muscles clench around him like a vise. He didn't want to cum just yet but her responses and the bloodlust was making it hard for him to hold himself back. He leaned down and caught her mouth, carefully avoiding her sharp fangs as his tongue slid within and found hers. The caress of her mouth fed his fires and he roughly sucked on her tongue, slowly plunging in and out of her. Her whimpers grew more urgent, signaling her second orgasm and he bucked his hips, driving into her quivering body and hurtling toward his own release.
"Thorne!"
His bellow mingled with her scream as they tripped together, his scalding seed jetting into her spasming cunt. She wiggled her finger in her ass, prolonging her own climax and whimpered at the force of their joining, his tongue ravaging her mouth. His body collapsed on top of her, his shoulder bearing most of his delicious weight, his mouth sliding from hers. Almost at once, the buzzing sensation of urgency began to depart, leaving her exhausted and sated in his arms.
"Is it always like this?"
"When vampires mate? It can be." He pushed up and gazed into her eyes. "If you cross the threshold with your soulmate."
Sammi's heart slammed in her chest, seeing the love in his eyes. She was almost afraid to speak. "Is that what I am? Your soulmate?"
"I would not have made you a vampire unless I was certain. I've been drawn to you since that night near the alley, Sammi, and I can't imagine an existence without you." He wiped the escaping tears from her eyes. "I love you, Sammi Glass."
Sammi closed her eyes, letting the tears stain her cheeks and cleanse the loneliness of her heart away. "And I love you, Thorne ... "
"Halsbury."
Her smile warmed his heart. "I love you, Thorne Halsbury."
*****
Pieter awoke slowly, his sleep dreamless and deep. As he stretched, he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well and a big smile creased his lips.
Jacob
. God, what a night! He hadn't had sex with someone so stimulating in such a long time. Neither had he been as blown away by someone as he had been with Jacob.
After their first quick tryst, they moved to Pieter's more secluded room and Jacob had proved to be a worthy opponent. He had left the bed, heading for the shower and had whispered, "Bet you can't force me to suck your cock." Pieter was already hard, but those words turned his rod into granite. He waited until he heard the water running before entering the bathroom. Jacob was in the glass-walled shower, his back to Pieter as he stood under the steaming jets. Heated water traced slight muscles and a tasty ass that dimpled nicely on the sides. Pieter's mouth watered. As quietly as possible, he pulled the magnet-held door open and slipped inside, managing to re-close it and melt away in a billow of steam.
Jacob heard something; he was sure of it. He whirled around, blinking the water away and scanned the misty room. Clouds of steam rolled around the enclosure, obliterating his view but he was sure that he'd heard something. When Pieter's strong arms wrapped him in a steel bear hug, he was so stunned that his reaction was slow. He fought against the hold, dismayed once again to find himself immobilized by Pieter's strength.
"Got you now, don't I, pretty boy?"
"Fuck you!"
"You have to earn that privilege, pretty boy." Pieter lowered them both to the floor, his cock straining to enter the warm flesh that was so near. "Right now, I have something else in mind." It took him several minutes before he could maneuver Jacob into position and smiled down into his eyes. "Suck my cock."
A malevolent sparkle lit Jacob's eyes but he continued with the pretense, his prick hard as a rock. His arms were pinned to his sides and Pieter's lovely monster of a cock was bobbing just inches from his mouth. "I'll fucking bite you."
"Try it … " Pieter reached back and grasped Jacob, giving him a long hard stroke and pinched the fat head. "We'll be dickless twins." He smiled at the painful expression on Jacob's face. "Now suck."
And suck he had. Jacob was so adept at cocksucking that before Pieter knew it, he ended up on his back with Jacob deep-throating him and a shout so loud that he thought the entire house would come running. Fortunately, the only thing that came was him. He pumped Jacob's mouth full of cum, then accepted Jacob's own hard cock, swallowing every bit of his jizz.
Pieter sighed, his cock tingling at the night's memories and he reached across to touch Jacob's back … and found an empty sheet. He immediately rolled over, threw on his robe and strolled down the hall to Jacob's room. Something stopped him from knocking. It was a pool of liquid that glistened dully in the muted light of the hallway. He raised a foot, swiped a small amount and sniffed the coppery solution.
Blood!
He pushed the door open, his hackles rising uncomfortably as he surveyed a blood-ridden bed that dripped onto the parquet floor and pooled under the door. For the first time in his life, Pieter felt the cold hand of fear wrap its determined grip around his heart, freezing the breath in his throat and rendering his skin numb.
All Pieter could do was scream.
