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me?" she asked, her eyes wide and curious. "Why did you
pick me that day?"
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"Because I should not have." Her fingers traced my cheek,
my temple, and then swept into my hair. Her small frame
pressed against my chest, pert nipples dragging over my skin.
Marianne felt warm from feeding, and I felt cold. She ground
her crotch against mine, which awakened my dick. The
closeness I needed so badly overwhelmed me.
She nibbled at my lips. I kissed her back, hungry for more
and tasting Tom's blood in her mouth. She moaned and
pushed at me until the two of us tumbled to the ground,
cushioned by moss and composting leaves. I read her
thoughts, carnal, animalistic. I had this with many lovers
before me, and although the rush of heat and the drive for
sex tempted me, I wanted more.
"What's wrong?" She hissed and worked her mouth along
my neck. Nips and bites sent my body into a shiver. "Am I
not enough? Is that it?" Her nails had grown into sharp talons
which tore at my pants. Sitting back between my legs, she
cocked her head to one side to stare down at me.
The hold I had on her mind broke. I can't explain how or
why, but she was fighting it. When that connection failed,
reason flooded her face as well as understanding. "You vile
thing," she said with a growl. "Using me." Marianne glanced
at Tom, still and near death on the bank by the water's edge.
"I am no pet. I am not what you plan to make of him."
The handprint on her face disappeared then. I began to
wonder if His wrath would still reach me now, if He would
work through this newly turned vampire.
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She pulled away my pants. Skilled fingers stroked at my
cock, thickening its length. I lay frozen, at her mercy, and
hopeful that she could bring me to orgasm. I closed my eyes.
The pads of fingers caressed. One hand slipped between
my legs to my sac. Fondling me there as well as across the
crown of my dick, she wakened my lust. I wanted her. I
wanted to fuck her and make her scream, but I knew it was
not enough for me.
"I'll find you," came the distant mental message from my
adversary.
Marianne pleasured me and I tried to focus on where the
little Blood Angel might be. The hot, wet sheathe of
Marianne's body swallowed my length. She sat atop me,
circling her hips in a rhythm. Drawing me in and out and
deeper in.
Although I wanted to find Angela if only to be aware when
she reached us, I found my attention turning to the minx
riding my body. I reached up and grasped her round breasts
which molded to my hands. My hips danced upward to meet
her thrusts. She pinched at my tiny nipples, her nails dug in
and released.
Harder. Faster. With angry lunges, she rode me. Then it
happened. The tingle settled in my balls and wavered. I
thought it would vanish. I hoped it would continue. A gush of
energy surged in me. Spilling my seed inside Marianne's
tightness, I came in a burst of heat. As waves of heat spread
through my cold body, I knew utter sorrow, for this was not
love, not loyalty, not empathy or caring. This was mating on
instinct, and although it felt good, it did not satisfy me.
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Marianne kept pounding away at my body until she
reached her own plateau of bliss. I felt every pulse of her
pussy milking me and the slickness of her excitement. I had
taken someone beautiful and turned her into a monster a
creature the same as me. And I would do it again. Many
times more, with the hope I would find the one who could
stop me. I wanted to be stopped. I wanted to be what Angela
wanted, and at that moment, I realized why I wanted her so
badly. After all she had been through, she retained that part
of herself that a vampire loses when it is turned. I had lost
that part of me when I became Charon, the Ferryman to the
Underworld. The vampire's blood had only plunged me further
away from myself into the abyss of a purposeless existence.
Tom made a soft crying sound from his place across the
ground. I had taken what Angela wanted most of all, the
thing most precious in her life. I had stolen her lover because
I wanted her love for my own. I wanted to be hopeless and
lost in another being, bound by the unexplainable soul mate-
kind of connection that would make me whole again.
But what being could want me? My time in the underworld
made me stand apart from the living, a cold, ruthless,
inhuman thing. Could love change me or even reach me?
Marianne, heaving for air, collapsed across me. I pushed
her off me and stood, naked and colder than I ever remember
being. I didn't want to be the lusty youth of a man I had been
when He called me from life to walk among the wisps of the
dead. I wanted to be what I once was feared. My body
shifted, skin vanishing, flesh melting, all replaced by bone. I
summoned my old robe, a tattered cloak black as night, and
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the elements, obeying my will, seeped into the garment
across my back.
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Chapter Fifteen: Embrace
The sky started to pale into twilight. Golden clouds rimmed
the horizon. I rode the winds over trees thick with vines and
followed the shimmering shape of the St. Johns River below
me. Charon's blood flowed in my veins, our connection
strong. I sensed him and where he might be. Heating me,
sunlight warmed my bare back. I no longer feared the day,
thanks to my enemy. But I feared what he had done to
Tommy. I hoped I could find him before Charon could carry
out his plans, but all my life, hope had been fleeting and
happiness lost to pain. The dread I felt thickened into grim
foreboding.
Amidst the swamp's plant life. I caught sight of him.
Charon stood, as I had seen him in my nightmares, wearing a
black cloak that barely obscured the skeleton beneath the
cloth. He held no scythe like Death would, because he was
not Death, only a guide to it. I wondered if I would meet my
end this day.
My wings directing the airflow down, I glided to land
beside him amidst the smells of rich earth and crushed
leaves. Lingering as well was the coppery scent of fresh blood
and the subtler musk of sex. I searched for Tommy, and I
sucked in a worried breath when I found his prone form near
the bank. His faint aura alerted me that he would soon die
without a transfusion. The weak beat of his heart barely made
itself known to me despite my heightened senses.
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"Why have you done this?" I asked, trying to hide the
layers of pain and distress in my voice.
Charon approached me. Behind him, Marianne sat up and
pushed her mussed hair away from her face. Her nakedness
revealed what had happened between the two of them.
"Because I need you, Angela. I need you to bring me to
the light, to save me from what I've become." The cool
morning breeze caught up his robe, fluttering it. "And you
need him."
I looked from my enemy to my beloved. "You have
Marianne. You don't need me. You took her, made her your
possession...."
"Yes."
"Why me?"
He glanced at Marianne but soon returned his attention to
me. "Because you challenge me. You fight me."
"There is more to life than battles."
"Prove it to me. Turn him, Angela. Make him like us. Take
what it is you desire. I will protect you and him as long as you
stay with me. I will provide you all that you want and need.
He cannot go on living in this manner stalked by the very
being who claims to love him. The only way for the two of you
to truly be together is to pull him into our darkness. There, he
will understand you."
I clenched my fingers into fists, unwilling to give in to what
he proposed, but tempted nonetheless. "I can't."
Marianne stood, fixing me with a stare. I knew she didn't
know me anymore. He had probably wiped her memory clean
of her previous life and turned her into a slave.
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"You can, Angela. You saw me do it. It is a simple rite.
Share your blood with him, and he becomes what you are
what we are." He took another step toward me. One bony [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]