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  “Okay,” I started. “I believe you. At least, I want to believe you.”

  Relief flickered across his handsome features.

  “But I have a few questions first,” I continued, keeping my tone firm.

  “Anything,” he said holding two fingers up. “Boy scouts honor.”

  He looked so sincere, the image of innocence and goodness, that I almost forgot the questions I needed answers to. If it wasn’t for the lust burning beneath his hooded lids I might have let him talk me into a trip to the moon. He may have been a boy scout at one point in his life, I reminded myself, but if what he’d told me was true, he was still a vampire, the villain of many horror flicks. I gave my head a little toss to snap out of the delusional trance I felt every time I stared into his eyes.

  “Why me?” I blurted. “I mean, after…after you bite me, what then? Will I still be—” I hated the unsure tone of my voice, but I needed to know that something more awaited me if I let this man, this undeniably delectable apparition, turn me in one of the living dead.

  “Interesting to me?” He finished where I’d trailed off, pinpointing my nagging doubt with astounding accuracy.

  I dropped me gaze, suddenly shy. “Yes. Will you still want me then?”

  I felt his hand come to rest under my chin. I looked up to meet his dark eyes. “Oh, Lydia, even more so.” His voice came soft, blowing hot against my cheek. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you.” His fingers brushed as light as feathers against my cheek. “Along with immortality comes the ability to recognize death in others, and, for the first time, I was happy someone was dying. The thought seemed cruel, to find joy in someone else’s misery, but if there was a chance you would accept the offer I was sure to present to you, then I could hope to find love that might last forever. Before Joe’s lethal bite, I never considered all that immortality offered, and everything it denied. I knew falling in love with a mortal would be torture, and it turns out I was right. The idea of watching you, the one I’ve come to love and cherish, age and die would only make me wish to be alive again, just so I could really be with you. I longed to tell you who I was the more I got to know you, and believe me, this feeling is so powerful it will never fade no matter what other necks I must bite.”

  My heart swelled with his confession. He couldn’t help what he was. He’d been given the same chance as he was offering me. If it had not been for Old Joe, I never would have met Sebastian, never felt adrenalin pump through my veins as it did when I thought about my next appointment where I might see him. Sebastian would have died out there on that dark cold road if it weren’t for a kind-hearted vampire and I would soon follow, but we never would have met. Now he was telling me, no, both of us, we had a second chance. We were as close to alive as we were ever going to be once the brain tumour finished me off. How could I pass up the chance? Sebastian made my heart sing, and I discovered I was ready for him, for whatever he was offering.

  “So, how do we go about this?” I blurted, always the tear-the-bandage-off type.

  A low chuckle rumbled deep within his chest. “You can have longer to think it over if you need.”

  “No. I admit this is strange for me, but I want to,” I whispered.

  Sebastian’s face suddenly turned mischievous. “I can’t say I’m disappointed.” His voice was husky, and his salacious look pierced me.

  He pressed his hips against mine. A noticeable dampness had pooled on my sheer panties, and I was acutely aware of his intoxicating presence.

  Moving a hand to the small of my back, he urged me towards the rear of the alley so we were concealed behind an empty dumpster. Guiding me backward, I felt the cold brick wall against my shoulders. His hand came to rest at the nape of my neck, and his fingers gently entwined in my hair. Easing my head back, he bared my throat to his hungry gaze.

  “I usually ask my victims to offer up their neck, but in this case—” He broke off to run the tip of his tongue across his upper lip. “I’d like to ask you to offer up a little more.” Although his voice was sure and soothing, it was heavily laced with sexual intentions. His mouth opened slightly and, at the sight of his extended fangs, my doubt and panic returned. Sharp white points that would pierce my flesh hovered over my rapidly beating pulse. Goosebumps developed along my skin and I couldn’t stifle the shiver that swept across my body.

  I bit my lip to hide my fear. “Is it going to hurt?”

  A sinful twinkle sparked in his eyes and a smile full of wicked promises spread across his sensuous mouth. “I’ll do my best to distract you.” His rich voice, saturated with lust, ignited my own long neglected desire, and I experienced a rush of longing to feel his hard body grinding with abandon against my own.

  Butterflies blossomed in the pit of my stomach from the possibilities he conjured up. At the same time, I felt a tightening deep in my abdomen, a response of my aching need to feel him inside of me.

  He leaned in, his lips hovering over the pulse point that beat at my throat. I held still, my breath coming in shallow puffs, anticipating the pain when his teeth would puncture my flesh, but the warm wet heat of his tongue slid along my skin instead and my knees threatened to buckle as he licked with long slow strokes. I let the air out with a measured sigh. Everything he did felt delectable, so good it was sinful.

  Unconsciously, I craned my neck further to allow him easier access. His hand dipped beneath the thin fabric of my shirt, and slid up the length of my body until he found my breast nestled tight within my bra. Cupping it, he kneaded the warm flesh, sending shivers of pleasure rippling throughout my body.

  My breath became ragged with my desire and I writhed against him, arching and twisting like a cat in heat.

  Our passion built, rising to a crescendo, a mouths locked, our tongues entwined, occasionally bumping against the sharp points of his fangs.

  Tearing my top open in his haste, he exposed my breasts to the cool night air. My eyes widened incredulously. My nipples pebbled into tight peaks instantly. He answered with a shameless grin. He brought his mouth down upon one, and rolled the tip of his tongue around it.

  After a moment he pulled back with a smile. “I’ve wanted to do this since that first day I saw you.”

  I fought back the giddy urge to giggle but couldn’t help teasing him. “I’ll bet you say that to all the dying patients.”

  He laughed, a low resonating chuckle that came from deep within his chest. “Certainly not.”

  I couldn’t help but feel relived. Catching my lip between my teeth, I looked up into the eyes of this man whom I’d learned to trust. “So I really am special then, aren’t I?”

  “Very. You are the only one who has ever made me feel this way.” To accentuate his point, he gripped my wrist and brought my hand down to his groin. He was as hard as iron.

  With a groan he resumed his impassioned kisses, but I felt his fingers working the hem of my skirt up with growing urgency. His tongue invaded my mouth, his growing hunger for me obvious, as he stripped my panties away, revealing my naked body beneath the distant glow emitted from the street light.

  Pulling back slightly he smiled, liking what he saw. He slid one hand between my thighs, and located the hard nub that pulsed with my desire. Following my curves, he burrowed his fingers along my wet groove, his fingers curling and straightening, teasing and demanding.

  I widened my stance and braced myself with my hands at my sides, palms flat against the wall, as one finger, then two, delved deep inside. My posture was submissive, allowing him to explore me as he wished, yet in that new position, I discovered I could control the pressure he applied, making it fast or slow, or as hard and soft as I pleased. The tension coiling in my sex intensified beneath his hungry gaze, and I writhed beneath his dancing fingers like a puppet. Arching my back away from the wall, I thrust my exposed breasts to the cool air, no longer caring if anyone passing by saw.

  A dark smile, full of sin spread across his face, and I could see that he enjoyed tormenting me. Utteri
ng a low growl, he withdrew his fingers from my slick passage and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. Then, keeping his gaze on my face, he braced his hands against the wall, enclosing my smaller body beneath him. His hips framed mine, and I felt the unmistakable presence of his erection as he ground it against me. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel him thrusting inside of me. Tilting my pelvis to meet him, I bore the brunt of his hardness against my swollen labia and clit, nearly driven mad with lust.

  I reached between us, and fumbled with the fastener holding his jeans closed, and coaxed his jeans off of his hips. Pulling him out into the light, I gasped at the sight of his impressive member hanging heavy between his legs.

  “I want you so much I ache with need.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I writhed against him, urging him on. “Take me.”

  His indulgent gaze swept over me as though he was deciding where to start. Then, gripping my thigh, he wrapped one of my legs about him and brought the head of his cock against me. Urging it in, he groaned with pleasure, and I accepted his intrusion with an answering groan. His expression was feral as he pulled out then sank it deep, shooting pleasure straight to my core. His mouth opened in ecstasy, once again revealing the sharp points of his teeth. This time I was not afraid. This time I found the sight enticing, erotic, and primal.

  My walls drew tight around him, aroused at the thought that he would take me in such a way.

  A laugh escaped me as the truth of the moment washed over me. Instead of feeling fear for what was about to come, I embraced it, harnessed the knowledge that I, too, would grow fangs and lust after another’s blood. Sebastian, the man I’d come to know, hadn’t lied; he truly could save me in his own way. Looking into his coal black eyes I felt the bond between us grow, and I gave my body over to him. Raising my other leg until all my weight bore down on his cock, I encouraged him to embed himself deeper, push harder. More than happy to oblige, he pumped into me until I thrummed with pleasure, my whole body responding in ways I’d never known.

  His mouth sought mine, and our tongues thrashed in our mingled passion. He was merciless in his pursuit, kissing my lips, my face, the hollow at my throat, leaving me breathless, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. My orgasm burned at the edge of my consciousness, teetered on the brink of release.

  A momentary sharp pain was my only indication that he’d bitten me, but even that passed swiftly as a rush of blood roared in my ears and such intense pleasure as I’d never felt before tore through my body. I ground my hips against him as he drove me to a fever pitch, matching each of my thrusts with his own, devouring me in more ways than one.

  He seemed to grow longer, harder, filling me beyond the limits of my body. I felt the glorious drag and glide of his cock all the way up through my abdomen, my chest, and to the point where his teeth punctured my throat. In my mind, I knew it to be impossible, no man could be capable of such length and no woman capable of containing him, yet the feeling was complete. Since I felt no pain, I rode him hard, my pussy clamped down tight on his monstrous shaft as it penetrated me to my core.

  I climaxed hard and, even as the blood rushed out of me, felt my limbs grow cold. Suddenly he grew still with his teeth sunk deep in my neck, I felt a burning rush of liquid pass through me as he came, flooding me with his desire.

  He groaned, sighed, and slackened his jaws, then tenderly kissed the place where his teeth had sunk in.

  His bloodstained mouth lifted away from my neck, his teeth dripping with venom, a clear liquid I knew he had injected me with. I sagged in his arms, my body tingling from fingertip to groin, and only vaguely aware that he drew his tongue over the two small puncture marks. He lapped at a droplet of blood. Catching it upon the tip of his tongue he brought it to my mouth. It mingled with my saliva, swirling like the richest wine across my palate. It tasted good, and I felt something powerful take hold.

  Arching my back, I wound my fingers into my lover’s dark hair, and felt my own fangs descend and my own brand of venom course through my veins like mercury. I became aware of Sebastian’s still rigid cock, dammed up inside of me, his hips rocking slowly, and he resumed as though he’d never even come. I glanced down to see his shaft spread me wide, my lips drawn taught because of his size. It was no dream.

  The friction increased as the tension built like wild fire, and to my delight I came again, my body thrashing with violent spasms. My sight went dark, and then burst into a searing white light before it faded back to normal again. I groaned with ecstasy when my gaze fell upon the pulse beating mere inches from my mouth and I dropped down upon my lover’s throat as though I were paying heed to an unfamiliar call with the very marrow of my bones. Drawing up as much as instinct allowed, I welcomed the warm tide of blood that returned to my body.

  Only when Sebastian’s delighted laugh rang in my ears did I return to the present and finally pull away. I sat there, still perched upon his erection, as he held me aloft, a contented smile splayed across his lips.

  I smiled back, bold at first, then growing shy. My gums ached, then itched, and I touched them gingerly. “Oh my,” I uttered with a soft laugh.

  “You are immortal now.” His voice lulled me. “It takes getting used to.” He looked at me with such tenderness I couldn’t help but relax into his embrace.

  “It’s funny, I never expected to feel so alive.” And truly I did. My heart sang as though it could burst, and I was intrinsically aware of the vibrancies of life all around me.

  “There is much to learn, and many new people to meet, but we have all the time in the world, and I’m in no hurry to share you just yet.” Sebastian’s tone revealed his true feelings. I could see that he was elated, and his mood was contagious.

  “All the time in the world,” I repeated, awestruck by the gift he had given me. “Then we better not get sick of one another.” A giggle escaped me and he hugged me tighter.

  “Not a chance. There’s no end to the mischief we can get up to.” He waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “For now let’s go to your place and work this extra energy off. You can meet the family some other day.”

  He held his hand out to me, and I slid mine into his. With his face to the sky he treated me to yet another thrill, as we rose up into the night sky, together.

  My laughter echoed off the walls as he led the way back to my apartment and I knew at that moment I had made the right decision. With my hand in his I looked forward to the rest of my life with Sebastian, the immortal with a most pleasurable cure for death.

  The End

  Author Bio

  Ever since Tara Nichols was a little girl she has had an affinity for romantic adventures. With crushes on the likes of Tarzan and Hans Solo she grew up looking for the perfect gentleman rogue. When she is not writing about romance, erotica or paranormal fiction, she can be found tending her garden, keeping bees, or reading a spy novel. Tara roams free on the flat prairie land in Manitoba, Canada where she lives with her young son and husband. She currently has ten published stories, and many more in the works.

 

 

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