“Shhhh.” He hushed me and traced his finger over my lip.
“Did I cut myself?” I asked unsure how that would have happened in the first place.
He snorted a laugh. “I bit you.” He said.
“Bit me?”
“Yes, and now your mine.” I didn’t understand the soul sucking pleasure that followed, nor the way he licked my cut lip before sucking on it in such a way I felt my life pulse with the all-consuming kiss. Lust flooded my senses and my core fluttered with the telltale ache to be filled and ravaged by this man.
Bash kept kissing me while his body pushed me deeper into the bedding. Hands pushed covers away and lifted my knees up high. His mouth never left my body kissing down my belly and between my legs. I felt pulled apart, and put back together again. A sharp sting plucked at my inner thigh and I thrust my had back on a cry. My hands reached for Bash and fisted in his hair as the pulsing feeling returned.
“My god you’re a devil between my legs.” I whimpered feeling that ever-present smile on his kissing lips. The bed beneath me felt hot and wet with our lovemaking and I feared I’m made a mess with my slick. The wooziness returned and with it Bash sliding up my body like a serpent claiming its prize.
“You undo me with your trust, little lamb. I don’t deserve this, and I definitely don’t deserve you.” Bash pushed his icy cold cock inside me. I winced from the pressure of ice wedging me open on that first thrust.
My arms reached for him pulling and pushing unsure how to abate the pain. He moved again and this time seated himself so deep my insides felt the bulbous tip like an anchor staking its claim. I cried out again, the invasion too much. Bash tilted my chin to look at him. Cold grey ice examined me and laid a gentle kiss upon my lips before turning my face away from him. I whimpered watching the flames in the fireplace burn and then felt the heat in the crook of my shoulder where the skin was thinnest and the muscle stretched between bone and neck. Fire and ice hit me at once like life and death were battling a war within my body. I didn’t know how long I stayed like that, impaled below and caught in his trap above. The lethargy came first and my struggle stopped as my eyes slipped closed and the press of his body left mine all together.
14
The sun will come out tomorrow.
BASH
Jane slumbered deeply. This second claiming bite much deeper than the first. Only this time she’d tasted me as well when her lip caught on my fang accidentally. She could never leave me now and the change would come over her quickly. My little lamb could be an aggressive lover given time. In her human life, her bones were fragile, organs easily bruised, and I had no desire to hurt her. No. My decision now made, she would be with me always, my soul mate for eternity.
Fingertips traced the conjured ink branded into my shoulder. Soft pads moved up and down and the around in smaller circles.
“What is this?” Jane leaned in closer. Her breath tickled my taut skin and I closed my eyes savoring the feel of it. She was a rare and beautiful thing that forced me to feel more intensely. My senses were heightened around her and perhaps for all the wrong reasons I had yet to explore. The denial was only veil thick and sooner, rather than later, I would have to explore what this meant. We were bonded together, her and I.
I cleared my throat to explain the old tattoo. “It’s my daylight marking.”
“So this is what allows you to walk around whenever you feel like it.” Her fingers kept up their rhythmic movements and I craned my neck back to glance at the consternation on her face. It was easy to forget how little she knew the truth of things.
“I forget how new these revelations are for you.” I forget many things in her presence like her fragility and humanity.
“I’m an art history major with a minor in ancient literature texts. I don’t know what’s left to be a revelation. I mean, were the Knights Templar even real?”
I chuckled at her dismissive comment, and then I pounced on her rolling her over on the bed. “I think there are quite a few revelations left, but I’ll let this one slide.” She smiled at the innuendo and I focused on her face. So expressive and every nuance showed.
“Are you going to tell me or not?” She teased.
“Tell.” I murmured against her lips before launching into my story. This woman could have launched a thousand ships in her day, but tonight she was mine. “It’s from a witch.” I leave out my relationship with said witch, because now isn’t the time to share I was married before, especially not to the witch who casted this spell. It was several hundred years ago, both literally and figuratively and rehashing the past didn’t serve a purpose. Aileen was dead. Burned at the stake and I felt nothing, not even remorse for how she got herself there once Dorian got involved.
“A real witch?” Jane’s intrigue lightened the mood bringing me back from the dark memories.
“Yes. There are plenty of supernatural beings in the world, but for our purposes let’s stick with witches, werewolves, and vampires. Two of the deadliest things that go bump in the night.”
“Gotcha.”
“For our purposes, the witch is able to use a binding spell that allows for vampires to walk in the daylight. My witch…” I cleared my throat. “The witch in question made a specific tattoo that she transferred to her quarry. A permanent mark that grants daylight abilities.”
“For example a vampire.”
“Exactly.
