Wisps of steam escape from the bathroom as Alexa enters the hallway. Grimacing she ignores the dull pain from her wounds. Slowly wrapping herself in silk she ties the belt around her waist making her way towards the front door. With each step the sound increases as she hears Sampson yell her name demanding entrance. Barking his name she answers ceasing the racket. Opening the door in annoyance she briefly gives him the once over then proceeds into the kitchen. Closing the door behind him his senses wrap around the sweet smell of oil, blood and sweat emanating from her skin.
His skin begins to feel tight as his blood begins to simmer, instinctively licking his lips he tastes the air, tasting her. The beast within him hungrily notice. Only in the call of battle does Sampson unleash it. Earlier it helped her contain a maverick's ambitious moment. Now sedated it glimpses for something more.
Turning her back to him she putters around the kitchen trying to collect her thoughts. Her movements show her agitation as she tries to reach a cup above her head she winces. The painkillers haven't taken effect yet. Sucking her teeth in annoyance she grimaces. Detesting medicines that dull the mind she probably has another forty-five minutes before she drifts to sleep.
Leaning heavily against the counter she forgets her intruder for the moment quelling the pain that threatens to consume her. Slowly the material of the robe rise and stretches revealing she is wearing nothing underneath. The flimsy material clings to her damp skin emphasizing her curves. His mouth begins to water in response. A low growl escapes him, startling her.
Perplexed she turns to face him while he takes his shades off, for a moment her mouth drops as his startling golden eyes pierce through her. Caught his spell she watches him shed his jacket, shirt and boots. With unnatural speed he crosses the room, pure animal attraction clouds her mind as she struggles to breathe from the intensity of his gaze.
Lightly bracing his hands on the counter he leans into her personal space causing her to back into the hard surface. Pain lifts the seductive veil whimpering her legs begin to buckle and body shudders. Confused he takes hold of her forearms distress mars her brow. Her mouth becomes dry leaning heavily against him unintentionally seeking strength. Swallowing she fights the darkness that beckons her. His disciplined mind regains some control over his primal emotions, her staggering breath echoes within her ears.
Nuzzling her neck he struggles to say encouraging words. After several tries he wills the pain to become his own. Moments stretch into minutes the pain begins to lessen. His warm scent fills her senses mixed with the dissipating magical energies he projects. Like a novice steeped in aggravation she missed the signs. Sadly she smiles; he doesn't want her. His primal passion causes him to acquire a female. Her sweet brother in law whom now deems to protect her is dealing with forces he fully doesn't understand.
He is dangerous his vampiric nature would surely rape and gorge on blood. The primitive side of the wolf would challenge males for a territory and a mate. Both would be urged by the primitive nature of man to dominate.
In all these years fighting a secret war with supernatural forces he has admitingly never directly used magic. Earlier they fought a summoned demon. The arrogance of some is still amusing. A mortal thinks to control a complex entity such as a demon. As usual the person finds it rather difficult if not fatal. Sent to clean up the mess they it cast it back to its own realm. But it must have triggered his multiple natures to rise and take over the logical man.
Why should she care? It is been ten years since Ramsey's death. Leaving her alone. Taking her own vampiric spirit, forcing her to reclaim her humanity and all its frailties. There is only one that she would dare her God over. That one person, Renate Blackwood, who could be used against her in now happily married to one of the most powerful werewolves Orlando de Adonis. May they never find out she manipulated them to marrying.
Funny enough her cousin would point out Sampson is technically family. Half-brother of her late husband, the only male she permits to linger about. Looking up at the many pictures she see them together. Both tall and hansom, smiling. Both the spiting image of their father, just Ramsey is the shade of dark mahogany and Sampson is the pale with dark freckles.
Two different mothers one father and they bonded by honor, respect and love.
Honor was Ramsey's shield. Love his strength. It would be the same with Sampson.
Unconsciously her arms steal around his neck as they press closer. In this condition he is not of the right mind and may seriously hurt or kill someone. Her swallowing causes him to quell the reaction to bear his fangs. Instead his soft nuzzles become kisses trailing from her neck to shoulders. Revealing in his touch her body relaxes, she has almost forgotten this feeling.
So she fills a need this night, protect him from himself.
Swallowing her fears she pulls away to touch his cheek, "Are you ok?"
The beast smirks to such a question.
Negatively shaking his head she wonders if he would hate her in the morning.
Leaning her head on his shoulder, his touch is firm and reassuring. His hand lightly strays over her back. For a brief moment she tenses then becomes limp. The pain steals her remaining strength. Silently collapsing he braces her body against his as they slide to the floor. His hands become wet from her blood, lethargically she lays partially on the floor and his lap. Before she can cover herself he peels the robe from her back. Burying her face into his shoulder her nails dig into his skin.
The material gives way to angry jagged lacerations covering across her right shoulder, down her back to her left side. Earlier he thought he heard the demon scream. He now knows it was her. This was her payment for protecting him. The witch broke the circle containing the dark creature. With their combined forces they were able to sent it back to Hell. He was proud she broken the man's nose for his stupidity. He would have killed him. Glad she was hidden from his anger his face twists, he still may.
Such a small woman with soft coffee skin, her curvy yet slender body gives the impression of a fragile creature. It is her confident walk and shrewd eyes that tell a different story. She is a sensual creature of secrecy, savagery, deceit and intelligence. The beast within grins but the man worries. His eyes slowly change to dark disks as the glistening marred skin beckons his gentle kiss. One day she will have to answer to her sins, one day she will be judge. Who is her true master? Will she enter the bliss of heaven or the agony of hell?
Distractingly the thickness and texture of fresh blood escaping through her wounds tantalize him; her echoing heart becomes hypnotic. Enchanted he presses his lips against her wounds erasing the pain. Her eyes flutter open for a mere moment her muscles lock from the shock of his touch then eased from the euphoric feeling.
Gasping from the sensation of his tongue she begins to tremble as he eases her facedown onto the floor. Casting the sodden material aside he straddles the back of her legs bracing his weight on his hands bending to have his creamy desert. Drinking from her cup of life the rich essence of memories and knowledge cultivated within her shift in his mind then dissipates into points of light. His fingers stray the length of her body further muddling her thoughts igniting sensations long ago abandoned. The broken link forged between them long ago becomes whole. Power hums between them as he greedily lap against her.
What seemed to be glorious hours were just mere minutes as he cleans her back healing her mangled flesh to perfection. Both struggled for breath as he coaxes her to turn over. Purring she arches mindlessly teasingly her hands caresses her own skin. Mewing her eyes close when his join hers. Delicately pinching her large dark nipples he nips the skin within the valley of her small pert breasts. Lifting her legs he kisses her sweet shaved mound. Cupping her he brings his ultimate treat to his lips, causing her to moan then scream. Her fevered mind barley focuses on her goal. Although his mind may be muddled the beast within him roars in delight.
His lips parts in a mischievous smile, catching her thoughts "I am true to my nature, no matter what I become." She doesn't know he has accepted himself long ago. He is man, beast and demon, a perfect culmination of all that threaten humanity.
Caressing her breasts he shows more control than she thought possible, slowly devouring her body he brings her to the brink of primal lust. Clutching his arms she arches against him wanting to fill her. Logical thought between them is sparse at best. Tearing at rest his clothes he begins to rub against her body. Brokenly he hears her plea "Protect me. I need you to protect me."
Deeply growling he doesn't understand her request. Capturing his face she kisses him deeply then licks across his fangs. Making him further dizzy with passion he almost gives into his animal lust of possession.
Cupping him she pleads again "Restraint." Her voice catches as his fingers caress her folds "Bathroom!"
Only then did he understand, he could still unintentional break her. She may have something that could dampen his strength just enough. Quickly standing he snatches her off the cold kitchen tile. Crossing the threshold of the bathroom the knobs of the shower turn. Cradled in his arms she nips his throat, a warning growl emanates from him and shower door open inviting them. Quizzically he looks to her, he is greeted with an enigmatic smile.
Small candles surrounding the sunken bath burn brightly he spies the flowerpot on the windowsill facing the western moon. Steam begins to rise eloping them, letting her go he follows her into the stall. Bracing his hands on the walls his head dips capturing her lips. The four elements of magic calm his mind, allowing him to rein in his lust. She will be able to touch him without fear.
Lathering the soap between her hands she assaults him with caresses. He has kept his body in exquisite shape, lean and hard. The sparse reddish hair covering his body only adds to his dark tan. Unexpectedly she mourns his past pain as her fingers slip over his scars. Some she can tell run deep from the overlaying scare tissue others so slight only her fingertips can tell the difference. Watching the soapy film slip over his taunt body she becomes giddy as if drunk.
