The Man Behind the Vampire (The Silver Series) Page 10

  He didn’t stop long enough to let me even stand right, he came at me fast and hard and knocked me down flat within seconds, he aimed the sword right into me chest, I could see it getting closer and closer. From the corner of my eye, I saw Emily being held back from running to me, I was seconds away from the sword connecting with me…………

  Mary sat and stared at the page, what the hell, where was the rest of it? It just ended. Picking up the phone she rang the number.

  "Hey pretty Mary, what…" Darius didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before she cut in.

  "Oh hey Darius does this continue?" She was now sat up straight, needing more, needing to know what happened. Did he win? Mentally kicking herself duh, of course he did, he is still alive duh,

  "What?"

  "Your biography, tell me you have written more" god if she had to wait for him to write more she would be so cross, she hated cliff hangers in books. Well she didn’t mind if she could get the next book.

  He started laughing, "of course, there are two books."

  She felt herself breathe a sigh of relief, which quickly transformed into annoyance.

  "And you tell me this now, at 2am when I am sat in the middle of a scene. When can I get the second one?" She hated being left waiting in the middle of a book, especially when the solution wasn’t far away. In fact this was one of the things she loved about ebooks, well her and half of the population, books on DEMAND with demand being the operative word.

  "When do you want it?" Mary was started to get frustrated with Darius, well next week (sarcasm really didn’t suit her so she didn’t actually say it but she thought it), I don’t think so; she wouldn’t be calling anyone at 2am if she was happy to wait.

  "Is now too soon?" looking at the clock she sighed again.

  "No, not at all" Her eyes widened, he was really going to bring her it now "I take it you are ready for bed Mary." Now she was suspicious.

  "I am why?"

  "As long as you stay like that I will be there soon," and then she was listening to a dial tone. Oh shit, looking down at herself, she smiled to see there were no sheep on her PJ's but there were stars and moons......

  Chapter 16

  Darius slipped on his runners, he had been training with Ben in the gym, and was about to get in the shower when Mary had called. He could fell rivulets of sweat dripping down his neck, his body hot and clammy from the workout. The endorphins were running through his body, if he had thought about it, he would have realised that seeing Mary with the good endorphins now running through his body be too much from his already horny body. Fortunately tonight he hadn’t thought that far in advance.

  Retrieving the second volume in his memoirs he placed it in a rucksack and left. Rather than take the car he made the most of the clear night and ran the distance to Marys, wallowing in the silence, the dark velvety night. The moon lighting his passage through the woods until he hit civilisation and the ambient street lights took over. Even with his speed it took him a good 20 minutes, he was even sweatier when he arrived, and maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. He had to admit seeing Mary in those sheep PJ's was too much of a pull.

  When the downstairs bell went, all thoughts of the second book went from her head, what she was wearing was at the forefront. Having changed out her usual PJ's and into some boy shorts and tank, she was now questioning whether she had enough time to change again. Deciding to live dangerously she pushed the intercom to open the door before she could change her mind, again. Even had she wanted to Darius didn’t give her a chance to think anything else let alone do anything He knocked at her door, taking a breath she opened it.

  Shit taking a breath hadn’t been enough to prepare her for him, there he stood in a pair of joggers and a tight black t-shirt that emphasised his gorgeous body. God it really did emphasise every contour of his deliciously hard body, the joggers hung low giving her a hint of what was lower. Her legs wouldn’t move, screw her legs, her eyes wouldn’t move.

  Never again would he want to see the sheep PJ's, in fact long nightclothes needed banning immediately unless you were over 50, then mayby it was okay. There she stood with her sexy, curvy legs on display, pretty toe nails with red paint, the shorts hung low and he could just see a little skin, but not enough, not nearly enough. Slowly lifting his eyes, he watched her nipples peak before he trailed them upwards. When he got to her eyes he was pleased to see the feeling was mutual, she was watching him as intensely as he was her. She was biting her bottom lip and oh god did he want to bite that bottom lip.

  "Hey gorgeous" she was looking at the obvious bulge in his joggers, he thought about moving to conceal it, but that thought lasted less than a second, he wanted her to see what she did to him.

  "Mmm what, oh hi." Mary knew she had gone red, how much more obvious could she be, she had literally stared at his erection. God she was as bad as a man staring at a woman’s breasts, but shit he needed looking at. She couldn’t help it, her gaze dropped to IT again, her body wanted to take it, take it all. She wanted to take away the joggers and hold all of that man in her hand, she wanted to stroke him all over, run her nails along that hard length and watch him loose control. Could she do that? No, yes, would he let her, yes, no?

  "See something you like?" she nodded at exactly the time when she meant to shake her head. He stepped forward and took the indecision from her, taking her hand he placed it over his length. She felt how hard he was, how thick he was, how long he was. Slowly she rubbed her hand down him, not liking the material between them. So focussed on his cock, she didn’t realise he had lifted his hand to stroke her breasts through her top, damn there were too many clothes, no longer did her boy shorts feel revealing, they now felt annoying, in the way, a hindrance.

  He bent to kiss her hard, she responded and he deepened it, he groaned into her mouth, her hand continued rubbing him.

  "Harder Mary" as she added pressure to her movements, he pushed her back against the wall, sliding his hand under her tank top, he felt the crested nipples, he needed her skin on his. With the other hand, he moved her hand inside his joggers and nearly cried in relief when her hand gripped him, hard, her thumb brushing over the tip of his cock.

  He moved his head to kiss her ear lobe, moving down to her neck; he could feel her pulse pounding, he felt his incisors lengthen, moving his head away from her he tweaked at her nipple, while she continued to pump her hand up and down his long hard shaft. Never before had the urge to taste a woman rode him so hard. He always had more control than this.

  Mary could feel her heart hammering, he was so long and hard, she could feel herself grow hot and heavy, she needed more, needed him to touch her. With a confidence she didn’t know she had, she moved his hand from her breast and slipped it inside her shorts.

  As she slipped his hand in her shorts, Darius felt like he was in heaven, he ran his hand downs and teased her nub, sliding his fingers along her folds. Loving the way she arched her back, but not loving it when she took her hand from his cock. Loving it again, when he saw she had stopped to remove the tank, even more when he saw those lovely, luscious breasts there in all of their glory, the rose peaked nipples, the flesh just ripe for him. He took one on his mouth, she arched again, he slid fingers between her folds, and she was wet and it was all for him. Rubbing his finger along the fold he smiled as she moaned. Moving his hand back and forth he slipped a first and then second finger into her. She was so tight, he imagined it was his cock inside of her, her sheath would be so tight; he almost ripped her shorts off to make way for his raging cock.

  Oh god, this man was heaven and hell all rolled into one, she wanted him, needed him. As he continued to pump into her with his fingers, she grabbed his hair; she lifted his head and kissed him hard. All the while the fire in her body continued to rise. As she pushed her tongue into his mouth, she felt his fangs and oh my god, there was no fear, only an increase in her already too high arousal. In fact this added to her already high arousal tipped her over the edge. Her breat
hing shortened, she let go of his mouth, her head falling against the wall and his thumb pushed on her nub while still pumping his fingers in and out of her. And then she squealed as the orgasm took her, and all the while Darius continued pumping her until she came back to earth.

  "Jesus, I... god I don’t think I can move, I have never had, never felt…I don’t think I can speak." Mary was truly shocked at what this man could do to her.

  What did she mean she had never ‘felt’? Hell Mary had never had an orgasm, how? The how meant nothing, knowing he had given Mary her first orgasm meant everything; in fact it made him swell even more. He kissed her hard, what he got in return was almost animalistic, she moved against him, pushing him into the lounge area, he let her guide him, when she pushed him into a chair he let her. But when on his way down she slipped his joggers off, he was truly surprised at this truly wild and erotic woman in front of him on her knees bending towards his hard and heavy cock.

  Seeing his cock all ready and completely naked, Mary was in awe, it was huge. Bending her head she licked the drop of cum that oozed out of it, he slid his hands in her hair, she swirled her tongue around the purple head.

  He tightened his grip, when she slid her mouth over him he groaned. Sliding her mouth around him, she grinned when his hand gripped her hair. Adding her hand she scraped her teeth along his length, causing him to almost arch out of the chair, she slid her other hand to his sac and kneaded them gently, she could feel his legs tensing, sliding her mouth back down his shaft, she felt herself grow hot and aroused again. She wanted more; she wanted everything he had to offer her. Swirling her tongue up and down around his length, she felt it hit the back of her throat and his hands kneaded and pulled at her hair.

  "Oh, OH, Mary don’t stop" as he emptied himself into her mouth, she took everything she could from him and still it wasn’t enough. Sliding her mouth from him she looked up into his eyes, they were gleaming, he stroked her cheek.

  "You are a very talented woman, my Mary."

  Still it wasn’t enough; she knew he was a man that women begged to have sex with. She was a plain, slightly overweight woman who had never expected to have a man like Darius look at her like that. If tonight was all she could get then she would take it. Standing she looked at him sat in her chair, his cock still erect and ready, gripping the tops of her shorts she slid them down. Doubts assailed her until he smiled at her.

  "I have never seen a sexier woman in all my 800 years."

  He leaned forward and kissed her slightly wobbly tummy, then pulled her down to him. She was astride him as he was kissing her again; she rubbed her clit over his cock, the feelings of electric shooting through her body,

  "Are you sure sweet Mary?" she nodded, he didn’t wait, he lifted his top off and it was her turn to revel in his toned and muscular chest. Sliding her hands up and down him, his hands on her hips rubbed her against his cock a little harder. Her breasts were in line with his mouth and he took her nipple into his mouth, she could feel his fangs scrape them and she arched into him as he did it again. He increased the tempo, her clit was on fire and this time, she almost saw the fireworks behind her eyes as she closed them.

  He was so excited, her body was sending him into overdrive, she was astride him but he wasn’t in her, which was where he really needed to be. As she came again he could feel her juices on his cock, she was sliding up and down him. When she lifted herself and placed his hard cock at her entrance he felt like shouting thanks to the gods. He held her and slowly inched her down onto him, she felt like a glove, her tightness gripped him hard, the heat inside her set him alight. When she moved up, he almost grabbed her to keep her with him. As she slid down again those luscious breasts bounced, he tipped his head back in a groan, his incisor's fully elongated, he had never drank from anyone in the sexual throes before, but right now he wanted to drink her in, almost as much as he wanted her to continue riding him to oblivion. Taking a breath he steadied his mind, willing his fangs to recede least he do something that would scare her away forever.

  Grabbing her around her waist, he stood with her still on him.

  "Bedroom which door?" she pointed. Opening the door and spying the four poster bed, the drapes and the thick luscious bedding almost transported him back to another time, "my woman has good taste."

  Before she had chance to respond he laid her on the bed, never letting himself slip out of her, her buttocks were right at the end of the bed. Moving his cock almost out of her he slammed back into her making her body inch backwards, she cried out, the pleasure on her face evident.

  Pulling her closer, Mary waited for him to fill her up again; her legs wrapped around his back as he pounded into her over and over again, her hands grabbed above her head, gripping the bedding hard. Her breasts high as she arched her back, this time when she came she screamed and screamed loud. Her orgasm was heightened when she heard him shout out his own release.

  As he fell forwards onto her, she felt sexually sated for probably the first time ever.

  "Hell Mary that was unreal" she couldn’t speak just nodded as he lifted his head to kiss her. Sliding out of her, she felt empty without him. He continued kissing her as he lifted her and moved the bedding, sliding her into the sheets, he followed. Her head was on his chest and he was stroking her hair.

  "Darius."

  "mmmm"

  "You called me your woman." She waited anxiously, wanting to kick herself for saying anything, for all she knew he said lots of things during sex.

  "Mmmm I did, didn’t I? I think it sounds damn good, I like it" as his hand stilled, it was his turn to wait.

  Smiling she kissed his chest "so do I" with a sigh she lay against him and closed her eyes.

  "It's a good job you do, because believe me, you need to" as she laughed against his chest he joined her. Then she remembered, sitting up she turned to him

  "The book, I forgot, where is it?"

  "It's in my bag near the door" she jumped up, oblivious to her nakedness and ran out of the room. He followed her out and watched her squeal in excitement as she held the book. She grabbed a bottle of juice out of the fridge, kissed him on the chest as she passed him. He laughed and then grabbed his own drink out of the bag, he realised his thirst was there, waiting in the background. Sex didn’t normally make him thirsty, but then again he had never wanted to drink from anyone during sex, before tonight, before Mary.

  Pouring it into a glass, he went back to the bed room, Mary looked at him and then the glass and within seconds he could see the questions bursting for release, "ask Mary."

  Tonight she no longer looked scared of him; "I assumed that when a vampire you know, well they would feed from the other person" her voice had quietened as she asked.

  He settled back into the bed when he had drank half of the blood, the thirst somewhat abated, "not all vampires drink during sex, before tonight I had never felt the urge to drink from another person during sex, it had always seemed too personal and intimate." He could hear the lust in his voice, just thinking about drinking from her when she was mid orgasm was making him hard again.

  "And tonight?" He could hear the anticipation in her voice, the questions in her eyes.

  "I had never wanted to drink from anyone as much as I wanted to taste you, I still do. It's almost too much."

  He watched her sat with her back against the headboard, the covers over her lap, book on her knee, eyes wide.

  "Really?" for some reason this cheered her, she wanted him to want her in a way he hadn’t wanted a woman before. Why did the notion of him drinking from her make her feel sexual, and very aroused?

  "Why didn’t you?" now she was wondering if there was something wrong with her, if there wasn’t wouldn’t he have done it anyway? He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

  "Tonight was the first time I have been near you and not felt your fear, I don’t want you to be scared of me, I would never do something that intimate without your permission. If I drink from you, you would be tied to me. Not li
terally but it would increase the feelings for both of us. I would want to protect you, I would find it hard to walk away from you whether you liked it or not."

  At this precise moment in time, with him sat in her bed naked, that didn’t seem to be such a bad thing.

  "Do vampires get married? Not that I am thinking marriage just curious" shit, why do I have to go and spoil things? She didn’t realise how much her facial expressions betrayed her.

  This time he kissed her nose, "would marriage to me be such a bad thing Mary? No don’t answer that. A vampire can bind our life force to a human. When a vampire is drinking from a human, it is the human who has the power to say the words that will bind them."

  Her eyes widened in surprise, "why the human? I would have thought it was the vampire" as he watched waiting for the questions he could see she was truly interested.