One Immortal

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Текст книги "One Immortal"

Автор книги: Tia Louise

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Trying again, I ask. “But why do you want to hurt Derek?”

Climbing onto the sofa, she grabs my hands. “Let me tell you a little story.” Stretching my arms out, she studies the network of blue veins on my wrists. For a moment every muscle in my body tenses, anticipating her bite.

“The scene is seven years ago, Princeton.” She releases me, and I start to breathe again. “You were likely graduating college. I was lamenting turning three hundred.”

Blinking fast, I ponder her statement. Three hundred… she’s very strong. Princeton… I’ve never been there, but it’s where Derek lives. Derek is in my kitchen.

“It was vanity, but alas, I’m a vampire. We’re vain creatures. Remember?”

Her green eyes fix on mine, and with a little gleam my heart stops. She knows I was a hybrid. Her visit isn’t only about Derek. It’s also about Sloan.

Eye-contact broken, she rises from the couch and promenades across my living room in her green dress with her red hair swaying down her back as if she’s on stage.

“I’d never fallen in love.” She pauses at my end table lifting a picture of my mother and me on the beach. “I was alone for eternity. I was about to give up and fade away…”

The clock ticks softly as I wait. Finally, “And?”

“I met him.”

“S-Sloan Reynolds?” My voice is small. I’ve met Sloan’s maker.

Her head jerks around to me. “No. That came later.”

“I don’t understand.” I’m shaking my head. “If not Sloan…”

“Andre was beautiful. Elegant. French.” Her eyes close as if she’s remembering. “He was a DJ, and his music entranced me. I wanted to dance all night to it.”

Vampires are easily distracted, I think. All emotions.

“What happened to him?”

She looks at me as if I’m stupid. “I turned him, of course. We had only just begun our legacy of love… running through the woods, killing at random, pouring their blood on us as we writhed in ecstasy. Did you have sex as a vampire?”

The question catches me off-guard. “Yes,” I say softly.

“Then you know.” Again she circles my living room. “We were in heaven for six glorious months. Six unbelievable months…” She stops, and her voice fills with sadness. “In the span of three hundred years, it was like a whisper on the wind.”

She’s quiet for so long, I begin to wonder if she’s forgotten why she’s here. “What happened?”

In a flash, she’s sitting on me. I scream as she straddles my lap, her hands on my neck, her eyes flashing fire straight into mine. “They MURDERED him! Your fucking great white hunter gunned him down like a dog in the night.”

Struggling for air, I twist beneath her weight. She has me pinned, but she relaxes her stranglehold on my throat. Lowering to my face, she smiles. “Don’t feel sorry for me. I killed his first love. Now I’ll kill his second.”

Her eyes widen hideously, and her mouth opens allowing her fangs to stretch long and pointed. A scream from the depths of my will to live rips through my throat, and in that instant I become light as a feather. I seem to rise off the sofa, and it takes me a second to realize she’s gone. Her teeth never made contact, and her weight is off my stomach.

Opening my eyes, I see her in the air. Derek has her by the neck, holding her high, staring with a ferocity I’ve never seen in his eyes. Her green stilettoes kick so fast they’re a blur, and she’s scratching at his large hands, emitting the most blood-curdling screeches. I want to cover my ears and scream to drown out the terrible sounds.

“This ends tonight, demon.” With those words, a crunching sound of bones breaking fills the room. I pull a pillow to my eyes, afraid to watch as he grinds every bone in her neck to powder with his bare hand.

The dull thud of his boots makes me lower the pillow. He’s stalking out of the house. One hand is fisted in her hair, and he drags her limp body behind him like a rag doll. He’s out the door, and I jump off the couch to see what happens next.

I stop on my side porch, peeking around the doorjamb at my love. Two swift moves, and her head is separated from her body. A flash of orange, and he drops the lighter on her corpse. The heap of dead vampire bursts into flames.

He stands over the burning pile, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his breath, and I want to go to him. At the same time, I know he needs this moment. He needs to feel this satisfaction. Finally, he has the justice he sought for so long.

Give and Take Derek

Moonlight glistens on Melissa’s skin, touching the tips of her nipples with silver, deepening the shadow at the curve of her breasts, and highlighting the planes of her flat stomach. She’s a goddess, and as I smooth my palm up her torso, her back arches in response. I smile against the soft skin of her inner thigh, kissing her softly as she moans in response.

It’s been so long. I’ve wanted her so desperately all those nights. The sound of her sexy sighs registers straight to my cock. I’m hard and aching with need to sink between her thighs, dying to release the pressure.

“Yes,” she sighs as I trace my lips along the line of her red lace panties. Her skin is fresh as the ocean, touched with roses, and the scent only makes me want her more. “There,” she gasps as I dip my tongue inside, savoring her sweet taste. How many times have I dreamed of this?

Fuck doing the right thing. Fuck control. Lilith is dead, Melissa is in my arms, and I intend to spend this night making love to the woman I love. I never want to leave her again, even if means I’m trapped in this beachfront cottage flooded with more sunlight than my body can tolerate. For now, it’s still night, and I’m only getting started.

My mouth covers her lower lips, my tongue moving fast as I plunder the swollen depths of her core. Her hips rock in time, and I have to wrap my arms around her legs to keep her from wiggling away. “Oh god, Derek!” I love how her voice goes higher as her orgasm crests. “Oh god… oh! Ooohhh….”

Her fingers fist in my hair as the tremors break through her. I grin as she starts to pull. Rising over her, I only take a moment to position the head of my cock at her slick opening. We’re on the razor’s edge of pleasure, holding our breaths just before… Heaven.

She moans loudly, and I groan with her as I sink deep into her warm, clenching insides. She’s so tight, and I’m going so deep, I never want to come back from this. I’m on my knees, holding her thighs as I hit it hard and fast. A slim pale foot is near my mouth, and I kiss the arch.

“Oh, god!” Her insides tense at the sensation, and I almost come at her unexpected response. Mental note.

Another kiss to those burgundy-tipped feet, and I spread her thighs, wanting to press her body against mine. She’s quavering, halfway between her first orgasm and her second, and I’m holding on, savoring the feel of her warmth on my skin. Her body is so small, so soft.

“Melissa,” I whisper, rocking my hips faster. My orgasm is building, tightening in my ass. “My Melissa.”

She twists her hips, and her inner muscles hug my cock. I’m right there. “Shit,” I cough as the blinding pleasure explodes through me. I’m coming hard, bucking over and over.

A little cry comes from her lips, and I know I’m gripping her ass too tight. I try to relax my fingers, but I can’t. I’m riding out an enormous wave of pleasure and satisfaction.

My gums burn, but my fangs are held firmly in place. I won’t bite her—as much as I crave that crack-orgasm, I’m only just learning the extent of my control over my vampire nature. I’ve spent the last several months studying everything I can find about myself, as well as doing everything in my power to track down the red-haired old one.

Eyes shut, I’m coming down from heaven, when I register tiny kisses, soft lips peppering my shoulders, moving up to my neck. Blinking my eyes open, I’m hit with such a wave of emotion. Melissa gazes at me with so much love, I have to drop my head against her neck.

“I did it,” I whisper against her skin. “I made love to you. I fucking ascended to heaven, and you’re still alive.”

I’m holding her so tight, it takes me a moment to realize she’s laughing. I’m holding her, and her entire body is shuddering with happiness. My head pops up, and I smile when I see her beautiful face.

“What’s so funny?”

Slim hands cup my cheeks, and she lifts slightly to kiss my nose. “I’ve waited for you so long. You’re here… and I’m still alive.”

Again she laughs, and I can’t help joining her. “You have no idea how tempting you are to me.”

“Mmm.” A naughty gleam fills her sapphire eyes. “I think I might.”

“That, for instance.” I can’t resist covering her mouth, pushing her lips apart and finding her tongue, curling mine around it. Closing my eyes as I savor her taste, her softness. It’s another little piece of heaven.

When I pull up, her eyes remain closed, and she’s breathing fast. I grin down at her, waiting. She stays that way a moment longer, and I chuckle. “You still with me?”

Her eyes blink open, and she stares at the ceiling. “I’m not sure,” she whispers. “When you kiss me like that…”

Reaching out, I touch her full bottom lip with my thumb. So beautiful. We lie back, and her dark hair ripples over the pillow. I move my hand down, lifting a gentle curl and allowing it to wrap around my fingers. She scoots around in the bed so we’re facing each other, and warmth spills over in my chest. In my vampire state, every emotion is heightened, and this right here is as good as it gets.

“Does this mean you’ll stay with me now?” Her face seems to glow in the dim light.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever leave you again.” They’re the truest words I’ve ever spoken.

“What changed your mind? Making love just now?”

That makes me smile. “Making love to you only cemented my decision.” I take a deep breath and tell her. “I killed several powerful vampires before the change. I’ve killed a few since. If Patrick hadn’t alerted me Lilith was in the area… I don’t want to think what might have happened.”

She shivers and scoots forward, into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, loving the feel of her body against mine. I’m holding the back of her head, sliding my palm down the length of her back, to the curve of her ass. Gorgeous.

“For the first time, I confess. I was glad I’m a vampire tonight.”

A ball of ice is in my stomach when I recall my partner’s text. Something’s here. Something powerful. It’s after Melissa. I didn’t pause to consider what that meant. I walked out of the building and started to run. One of the advantages of being on foot, being able to run without growing tired, I cut a straight line down and was here before the demon had a chance to hurt my love.

She moves back a bit so she can see my face. “Patrick knew she was here?”

Touching her soft cheek, I nod. “The word has leaked out. My weakness is now common knowledge.” I’m not sure how to say it without frightening her.

Her small hand touches my cheek. “What’s common knowledge?”

It’s no use. I simply say it. “How much I love you.”

Tears glisten in her beautiful eyes. She blinks several times, and I notice a soft shade of pink bloom in her cheeks. The hand that was on my face is now covering her mouth, but she’s smiling. Her eyes crinkle, and two streaks of water trace into her temples.

“Come here,” I growl, clutching her to me.

A slim arm snakes around my chest, and she holds me tightly. It’s all the response I need. My breathing slowly calms, and after several moments of simply holding each other, she wiggles to free herself again. Of course, I let her go.

“You love me?” Her smile is contagious.

“I just said I did.” My voice is gruff. “You might as well be walking around with a bulls eye taped to your back. Every revenge-seeking bloodsucker in the—”

Her soft lips cover mine as she pushes up and over me. I roll onto my back, allowing her to take control, forgetting whatever the hell I was saying. Her legs straddle my waist, and she’s holding my face, kissing me roughly, biting my lip before covering my mouth again and plunging her tongue inside.

I notice her cool fingers fumbling down behind us to my dick. No worries there—as soon as she started kissing me like I was a gourmet meal waiting to be consumed, my erection roared back to life. One little lift, a slight repositioning of our bodies, and…

“Yes!” she cries. I groan loudly, back in heaven. She’s so hot, so wet and clenching, and she’s riding me like we’re winning the race of a lifetime.

Melissa sits up straight, her beautiful hips rocking like a dancer’s. Her long hair falls over her shoulders, and the tips curl around her beaded nipples.

“Fuck me,” I groan, clutching her ass. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

She moves faster still. Her small hand drifts between her legs, and her slim fingers circle fast. She’s working her clit furiously, and nothing is more erotic than the sight of my beautiful lady getting off on me.

“I can’t last,” I groan.

It’s too much. This time I’ve lost all control. My fangs extend before I can stop them. I move her hard, grinding her pelvis against mine as the force of my climax lifts my hips off the bed.

“Oh, god!” She wails, arching forward with the power of her orgasm.

Her fingers still circle, and I feel every spasm of pleasure deep inside her. She’s massaging and pulling me, and I never want it to end.

The haze gradually clears. My angel laughs weakly, collapsing against my chest. Her cheek is warm on my cool skin; the top of her head is under my chin. I wrap her in my arms and close my eyes, holding on tightly as my body returns to normal, my fangs retract. Yes, Melissa, I love you more than my lust for blood.

Contentment fills my veins with every heartbeat. We breathe together, coming down from that amazing place. She takes a deep breath, circling her nail in the light hairs on my chest.

“Does this mean you’ll change me now?”

My brow pulls together, and I answer fast. “No.”

Her head pops up, and she’s frowning. “Why not? I want you to change me. I want us to be together forever.”

Pushing against the mattress, I rise to a sitting position, my back against the headboard. She sits back to face me, pulling the sheet across her breasts.

“I love you!” She’s emphatically cute, claiming my heart with her declaration, and I fight the urge to slide that damn sheet away again. “I’ve waited here for you, miserable, for months! And now…” Her voice breaks.

Is she starting to cry? “Hey,” I whisper, catching her chin. “Why are you crying? I won’t leave you again.”

Pulling her face away, she wipes her eyes roughly. “I’m not crying. I’m just… having a lot of emotions. For one, I was almost killed then you walked in… Now this—”

Leaning forward, I stop her with a gentle kiss, capturing those full lips I love. She holds on a moment longer, touching my cheek. I take another hit of her amazing scent before sitting against the headboard once more. Her chin drops, and she studies her hands in her lap.

“Look at me,” I say softly. She doesn’t at first. “Melissa.” Slowly her face rises, and I smile. “I love you, and I’m never going to leave you. And I won’t doom you to this existence.”

“It wouldn’t be doom if we were together.”

“I won’t take away your chance to have children, watch them grow up—”

Her jaw drops and her eyes go round. “You think I’ll stop loving you?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“It’s exactly what you’re saying. Sloan already took all of those things from us when he changed you. I’ll never have children because I’ll never have children with you.”

My jaw clenches, and my head drops back against the wall. “You might not feel that way… in time.”

In one swift move, she’s in my arms. The sheet is still between us, but she’s holding my face, forcing me to look into her eyes. Her expression is fierce.

“I will never change my mind!”

A deep exhale, and I pull her to me, wrapping her in my arms and looking out the large window facing down toward the dusky beach. The sun will rise soon. A new day will begin—the first day of the rest of our lives together. The rest of her life.

“You need to sleep.” I gently massage her skin, and her body begins to relax.

Sleep enters her voice. “I’m not giving up on this.”

I smooth my hand over her soft hair, watching as the first glimmers of dawn lift the edge of the horizon. The curtain rising.

“Let me hold you now. We’ve got time for the future.”

Her fingers lightly touch my chest before her lips follow them with a kiss. “We can be one through immortality,” she whispers.

I kiss her head. I don’t want to argue anymore. I only want to hold her. “But for now, I’ll be your one immortal.”

The End.

Epilogue: Little Gypsy Stuart

Mariska’s chestnut hair is braided into a thick rope. Her heart-shaped ass is perked up, waiting for me, and damn if the sight doesn’t make my mouth water.

“I’m going to fuck you hard.” It’s a low order, and I see her body shiver in response. “Open your thighs.”

She immediately complies, spreading her knees and giving me full view of her beautiful body. My dick points straight up, ready to plunge inside¸ but instead I bury my face in her gorgeous scent.

“Stuart! Oh, god!” She gasps as I grip her ass, spreading her apart and tasting her. My tongue explores every part of her, starting with her clit before making my way up again. She’s perfectly delicious, and I want her scent all over me.

I kiss and slide my tongue over and over until her elbows bend. Her face is buried in the sheets of my king-sized bed, and her entire body shudders as she moans. She’s coming so hard. She’ll be so wet and throbbing.

“Straighten up,” I order, grabbing her braid in my fist and giving her a pull.

With some effort, she pushes against the bed, lifting her shoulders as I position my cock and drive into her core. “Fuck,” I growl.

“Oh!” she wails, taking my full length.

I have to hold myself a second so I don’t lose it like a fucking teenager. My beautiful mate is beyond perfect for me. She’s submissive, she’s responsive—hell, half the time she initiates this—and if I don’t fucking watch it, I’m done before I’ve even had a chance to savor what a lucky bastard I am.

Once I’ve regained my bearings, I start to rock. “Oh, yes, Stuart,” she whimpers, a noise that registers like a pulse of energy straight to my dick. My hips move faster, and she’s pushing back against me, meeting me with every thrust.

“Shit, Mariska.” My voice breaks, and I can’t hold it any longer. From her taste to her scent to her incredible way of moving with me, I’m coming, pulsing deep inside her, filling her to the core.

My grip on her hair loosens, and I reach beneath us, holding her stomach as we collapse onto the bed. Her back is against my chest, and my face is buried in the crook of her neck.

A few moments pass, and I notice her fingers tracing lines along my forearms. One is locked around her waist. The other is over her chest, clutching her small breast in my hand.

My voice is lazy, satisfied when I speak again. “What kind of witchcraft have you used on me?”

Her small body ripples with her laugh, and she pushes out of my arms. I release her and she rolls onto her stomach, lifting on an elbow to narrow sexy, golden-hazel eyes on me. I love the way she smiles.

“I’m not a witch. I’m your mate.”

Reaching out, I trace the line where her light brown hair meets her light brown skin. “You’re bewitching.”

“I’ll never forget the first time I saw you.” Her face is on her hand, and her eyes are dreamy. “I’d been waiting for you to come to me, and there you were. And then you left me.”

My thumb moves down to her full lips, and I slide it over the bottom one, tugging it gently, revealing her straight white teeth.

“I didn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense.” Dropping my hand, I remember that day vividly.

This gorgeous, incredibly sexy girl who couldn’t have been more than eighteen captivated my mind completely. She walked around that tiny shack in Algiers in that swirling gypsy shirt with her long arms uncovered, her hair in a high ponytail… I felt like my entire universe shifted to revolve around her.

“Imprinting doesn’t make sense,” she says leaning toward me. “But I love it.”

“I love you.” I’m not ashamed to say it now, after fighting her pull for nearly six months.

I lost myself in working with Derek, doing everything in my power to either find a cure for his vampirism or to find a way for him to control it. To live a life where he could tolerate what he’d become, where he didn’t have to kill. It was hard, but it kept her out of my mind.

When Derek finally faced Lilith, when he finally learned that Sloan was her ultimate tool for revenge against him, both in killing Alison and in taking away his mortality—when he finally killed that bloodsucker and was reunited with Melissa, I didn’t have anything left to shield me from Mariska’s pull.

Patrick has Elaine. They’re a match that makes perfect sense, and they haven’t stopped touching each other since the day they met. This innocent girl, however… this virgin… I ran as far away from her as I could get. All the way to my uncle’s horse ranch in the middle of nowhere Montana. Of course, Elaine brought her straight to me. Fucking telepaths.

“I’m glad you finally let me catch you.” She glances up at me with a naughty smile. Her fingers trace the lines on my stomach.

Taking that hand, I pull it to my lips. “I’m getting pretty old. I don’t run as fast as I used to.”

That makes her laugh, a soft musical sound that lights up every nerve ending in my body. “As long as you never get to old to love me like you just did, we’ll be good.”

“I’ll fuck your brains out,” I growl, and she laughs louder, diving into my arms and pushing me back on the bed with a kiss.

Sliding my hands into her hair, I hold her face a moment, listening once more to the voice in my head saying I need to let her go. My soul might be inextricably tied to her, but she’s not a shifter. She isn’t bound to me.

I’m not easy on her. I’m demanding and rough. I’m not a gentleman. I’m a cowboy. My work with Derek and Patrick is dangerous, and at any point she could become a target of some revenge-seeking undead fucker. It’s a fear all three of us live with every day, and for Melissa and Elaine, it’s too late. They’re known quantities in the paranormal world.

“It’s not too late for you,” I say, finishing my thought aloud. “You could still walk away. Have a normal life. Be safe.”

Her laughter fades as her body stills. She studies me with serious eyes, golden eyes like the sunset over the mountains in Montana. Eyes that speak one word to me every time I’m lost in them—home.

“You must not know me very well, Mr. Knight.” She’s sliding forward, up my chest. Petite seductress. “It’s way too late for that. I couldn’t leave you if I tried.”

“I won’t stop you if you decide to go.”

“Stuart William!” Her bossy voice nearly slays me. “You’d better stop me. Otherwise, I will put a spell on you!”

The fist in my stomach unclenches at her words. I can’t help it I start to laugh. My head drops back against the pillow, and I look up at the ceiling of my condo in Princeton. I want to take her away from here. I want us back out west, making love under the big sky.

She’s up on an elbow looking down at me. “What’s so funny?”

Pushing up, I tackle her onto her back, holding her firmly beneath my body. She doesn’t even try to escape.

“You have no idea of your power, little gypsy.” Dipping my head, I kiss her neck. She moans, and I’m about ready to flip her over and spank that perfect ass. “You don’t need a spell for me. You’re already mine.”

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