Damek's Redemption

Chapter Eleven

Sonia knew she was playing with fire, but she didn’t care. She’d almost died tonight, would have if Damek hadn’t rescued her from her attacker. Maybe it was stupid of her even to contemplate having sex with a vampire. She had no idea what that meant to them, if they had sex all the time or if it was special. But she didn’t care. She’d told him the truth. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d seen the blurred picture of him and learned his name.

He was here, in front of her, and he obviously wanted her, if the erection pressing against her belly was any indication. Would he want to bite her during sex? Take her blood?

She had no idea, but found the idea more of a turn-on than a deterrent.

Damek stared down at her with red flames of desire flickering in his dark eyes. He seemed so alone, so separate from the world. She wanted to grab on to him and anchor him to her, assure him that she wouldn’t leave him.

Which was a lie. She was human and he was vampire. Even with the slight paranormal kick in her blood she’d live only a human lifetime, albeit a long, healthy one if history was any indication.

But none of that mattered. Not now. Not when she had her hand on his face and his chest against hers. He was fully clothed, but not for long if she had her way. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers, to taste the salt of his skin and hear the moans and cries of passion as they made love.

“Sonia.” His voice was a raspy whisper, filled with such longing that it almost brought her to her knees.

“Take me.” She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. “Love me.”

He groaned and covered her lips with his. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, holding her to him, while the other pressed against her butt, lifting her closer to his erection. Her breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest and his hard shaft prodded her belly.

She wound her arms around his neck and gave him everything, holding nothing back from a kiss that seemed to go on forever. His tongue twined with hers, rubbing and stroking. He angled his face and deepened the kiss, consuming her, stealing the breath from her body. He tasted faintly of the blood he’d licked from her wounds. She knew such a thing should appall her, but she liked the dark, salty taste. It added to the intimacy of the moment, a true sharing between them.

Sonia didn’t know what tomorrow would bring and she didn’t care. This was madness but it didn’t matter. Nothing did. Only touching Damek, feeling his body against hers, tasting his lips and swallowing his groan of pleasure.

Her feet left the ground as he lifted her easily and walked back to the bedroom. He broke the torrid kiss when her feet touched the floor once again. Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled at him. He was large and dark and extremely aroused. Sheer unadulterated strength emanated from him, but she wasn’t the least bit frightened. It fired her lust to have such a man wanting her. It made her feel as though she had power of her own, the feminine kind that she’d never really experience before.

Damek groaned and went to his knees in front of her, wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her stomach. She stroked his hair, enraptured by the silky slide of the strands between her fingers.

The metallic rasp of her zipper was loud in the room as Damek lowered it. His hands were cool as they slid beneath the denim and shoved it down. “Step out.” She used his shoulders for balance as she stepped out of her jeans one leg at a time. He took her socks off at the same time, leaving her clad only in her lavender underwear set.

“Gorgeous.” He circled her ankles with his hands and slowly slid them upward over her calves and knees, onward to her thighs. Sonia sucked in a breath when he reached the leg bands of her panties. His thumbs played over the stretchy lace, masculine strength against blatant femininity. “So delicate.” He leaned inward and she felt his cool breath on her skin and then his lips touched her through the thin fabric.

It took everything she had to stay on her feet when all she wanted to do was melt into a puddle at his feet. His every touch, every breath was pure seduction, and she wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give her.

His fangs grazed her hipbone, not breaking the skin, but reminding just how dangerous this man was. Sonia shivered with excitement as he caught the band of her panties with his teeth and pulled them down her thighs. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out.

A low growl came from deep in his throat. “I can smell your heat, your arousal.” He buried his face in the curls at the apex of her thighs and inhaled. “Sweet and spicy.” He parted her folds and licked. “Warm and addictive.”

Oh God, she wasn’t going to make it to the bed. She was going to come right here. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. She was teetering there already. “Damek.”

He surged to his feet and kissed her again, dragging a low moan of pleasure from deep within her. She felt drunk with it, floating on a wave of seduction she never wanted to end. Her breasts ached so she rubbed them against his chest, but that wasn’t enough, didn’t satisfy the endless need growing within her.

She grabbed the edges of his shirt and tugged. Hard. Buttons flew and fabric ripped. Damek broke their kiss and laughed. The sound seeped into her, settling into her very cells, and she hugged it to her. She had the feeling he didn’t laugh often. With his head thrown back and his lips parted, she caught the gleam of his sharp, white fangs. His hair flowed over his powerful shoulders.

Sonia shoved at his ruined shirt and he let her push it down his muscular arms and off. It was a shame to hide any of him under clothing. The tailoring disguised a well-developed frame, making him seem more slender than strong. But it was all whipcord lean muscle, and she ran her hands over his rock-solid biceps, up to the broad width of his shoulders and the thick cords of his neck.

She leaned in and licked his flesh before gently biting the sensitive curve where his shoulder met his neck. Damek groaned and yanked at the straps of her bra that she’d forgotten she was still wearing.

It didn’t take him long to undo the hooks and ease the last garment of clothing down her arms and off. Naked before him, she shivered.

“You are so beautiful, even more so than you were in your dream.”

Sonia froze at his words, a feeling of unease sliding through her. “What do you know about my dream?”

Damek shrugged as he picked her up, climbed the two steps by the side of the massive bed and tossed her lightly onto the mattress. “I know you were dreaming about a man.” He frowned as he stripped off his shoes, pants and socks and lowered himself onto the bed beside her. “And I wanted that man to be me.”

He leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him. “Wait. What do you mean, you wanted him to be you?” Had he somehow manipulated her dream? There was no denying it was the most powerful erotic dream she’d ever had, but it made her uncomfortable to think of him influencing her while she was sleeping.

Once again, she was struck by the enormity of Damek’s power.

The only light in the room came from the Tiffany lamp and it pooled around them like jeweled candlelight, illuminating his eyes, dark with passion and wariness. “I slid into your dream and gave you what you wanted, what you needed.” He cupped one of her breasts and rubbed his thumb over the puckered nipple. “What I needed.”

He’d put himself in her dream, touching her, bringing her to orgasm. And he’d done it on purpose. Before she could think about the implications of that, he lowered his head and took the ripe nipple into his mouth. He trailed his tongue over it, flicking it several times before sucking.

Heat zinged from her breast to her core and back again, and she grabbed his head, sinking her fingers into his hair to hold him there. This was better than any dream. This was Damek.

His erection pressed heavily against her and she wanted to see what she’d only felt until now. Dreams didn’t count. No matter how real they might feel, they were still only a fantasy. This was the real deal.

She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed. He released her but was obviously reluctant to do so. “I want to touch you, to see you.”

He studied her for a moment, brushed a curly lock of hair away from her eyes and nodded. “Whatever you need.” He rolled onto his back, stacked his hands behind his head and lay there, totally comfortable with his nudity.

Sonia sucked in a breath as she came up onto her knees and looked down at him. Had she ever seen a more perfect male specimen? She didn’t think so, and she’d seen a lot of different men during her travels around the world. She’d been in museums and had seen ancient statues depicting the perfect male form. But none of those men, living or dead, compared to Damek.

His body was perfection. Not muscle-bound, but incredibly strong. His arms and thighs were ripped, his abs the perfect six-pack. Wide shoulders narrowed down to a trim waist and hips, but it was his erection reaching toward his bellybutton that arrested her attention.

She licked her lips, drawing a groan from deep within him. Her gaze flickered to his face and she wasn’t surprised to see that his eyes were alive and glowing with unsated lust and hunger.

“Touch me,” he commanded.

Sonia reached out and tentatively laid her fingers on his thick erection. The skin was warm and smooth, but what was underneath was hard and pulsing with life. She trailed her fingers from the base to the tip and back again, letting her nails lightly graze the sensitive organ. Her hand slid lower and she cupped his heavy sac in her palm, carefully rolling his testicles.

A loud growl broke from his lips, startling her. He was panting hard, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. He was watching her like a hawk watches a rabbit before it swoops, and she knew he wouldn’t let her have her way much longer. She decided she might as well make good use of the time she did have.

She lay on her side, gripped his erection in her hand and lowered her head toward the dark-hued tip. He stilled and seemed to stop breathing when her tongue touched the broad head. He tasted salty, and she lapped at the slit in the top of his cock before taking the head into her mouth.

His muscles tensed and practically vibrated with barely suppressed passion. She knew that it was taking all his control to keep from pouncing on her. It was heady stuff to have this much power contained beneath her touch. She stroked her hand up and down his rigid shaft as she continued to tease him with her tongue and teeth.

Damek suddenly moved so fast he was nothing but a blur. In the blink of an eye, Sonia found herself flat on her back with him hovering above her. He knelt between her spread thighs, his gaze on her breasts. They’d always been a little on the large side and she hadn’t really liked that until now, but she certainly enjoyed the way Damek was looking at her.

She cupped her breasts in her hands, plumping the mounds up before she smiled up at him. “Like what you see?”

His fangs flashed as he lowered his head and took one tight nub into his mouth and sucked hard. Sonia cried out, her hips tilting upward, seeking his hardness. His teeth grazed her nipple and the surrounding flesh and, for a moment, she thought he might bite her right there and drink from her.

She was radiating heat from the inside out, her entire body gleaming with a light sheen of perspiration. She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, needing something to anchor her in this sensual storm. He released her breast and kissed and licked his way down her slender torso, skimming her curves and teasing her bellybutton with his tongue.

She was restless now, her sex pulsing and aching. Empty. “Damek. I want you.”

“Not yet.” He lightly scraped his fangs over one of her hipbones before settling between her spread thighs. There was no lead-up this time. He plunged his tongue inside her and she cried out at the intimate touch. She put her feet flat on the bed so she could push her hips upward and get more of his erotic touch.

He laughed again, low and wicked, as he licked at her slick folds. He nuzzled her clit before capturing it between his lips and sucking, his tongue teasing the sensitive nub of nerves. Her entire body sizzled and pulsed with an almost insatiable need that she feared only he could sate. He was relentless, driving her up and up. Pushing her to the limits until she had no choice but to go over the edge.

“Damek,” she cried out his name, her hands clutching the sheets beside her as her orgasm swamped her, taking her under. Her thighs quivered and her sex clutched at nothing but air. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. It was intense but it wasn’t enough. “Damek,” she cried again and reached for him.

Damek felt like a king, a god, when Sonia cried out his name. Her skin was flushed and damp beneath him, her musky sweet taste lingered on his lips and tongue. Her pulse raced and her heart pumped a seductive rhythm, urging him to take her, to taste her, to feed.

He braced his fisted hands on the bed, bearing down so hard he knew he was close to shattering the bones in his fingers. He sucked in several deep breaths, never taking his eyes off Sonia. Her black curls were spread across his snowy-white pillowcase, her lean torso quivered, making her rather impressive breasts sway with each breath she took. Her nipples were damp and rosy red from the attention he’d given them.

She said his name again, but there was an ache in her tone, an unfulfilled need. When two solitary tears slid from the corners of her eyes, Damek felt his world shatter.

“What is it, my sweet? What do you need?” He would give her anything if she would stop crying.

“You.” She tried to pull him on top of her. “I need you.”

Had he ever heard any words so sweet? If he had they were lost in the mists of time. He captured this moment in his mind, knowing he would cherish it for the rest of his days. This was one memory that would never fade, no matter how much time passed.

He caught her hips in his hands and angled his body so the head of his cock was pressed against her slick opening. “Are you sure?” There would be no going back for either of them if they took this next step, no pretending that their attraction to each other wasn’t something extremely special.

“Yes.” Her gray eyes were steady and filled with such longing he could not deny her. He slid into her silken core, not stopping until she’d taken all of him. He closed his eyes, savoring the clutch of her inner muscles as they gripped his cock, massaging it rhythmically until he thought it would explode. His balls were pressed tight to her body, swollen and heavy.

He felt truly alive for the first time in centuries. Power flowed through him and over him, creating an electrically charged breeze around them and making all the fine hair on his body stand on end.

He stared down at Sonia and knew he would never let her go. She stimulated him on every level—physically, intellectually and emotionally. She was his and he would slay anyone who tried to take her from him.

Holding her hips in his hands, he leaned back slightly, letting his erection slide almost all the way out before driving it home. Sonia whimpered, but it was a sound filled with pleasure, not pain, so he did it again.

She linked her legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him closer. Even though he wasn’t trying to read her thoughts, some of them spilled outward and he captured them easily. He could feel what she was experiencing—the craving for him, the unsatisfied lust pounding within her. It matched the dark hunger pulsing within him that threatened to obliterate any semblance of restraint.

He unhooked her legs from his waist and spread her thighs wide, holding them apart with his hands. He was in total control.

Gritting his teeth against the growing pleasure, he started slowly, his strokes long and slow. Before long they got faster and shorter until he was powering into her, pounding hard and deep. Her hands clutched the sheets and he heard a rip. He continued to fuck her hard and fast and her hot sheath sucked him in each time, accepting him, wanting him.

He felt the hot clasp of her sex around his cock, heard her long wail of pleasure as she came. Hot warmth engulfed his shaft and his own orgasm took him. He called her name as he leaned down and buried his face in her neck. His teeth were on her skin before he realized what he was doing.

He started to pull back, but she clasped the back of his head, holding him to her with surprising strength. “Drink from me.” Her whisper might as well as been a shout. It echoed through his brain, vibrated through every cell of his body and the primal part of him took over.

Sonia was his and he would claim her. He eased his teeth into her soft flesh, making sure not to tear it or hurt her. She cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp. The hot spurt of blood filled his mouth and slid down his throat, better than the finest of wines. Her blood was exquisite and it filled his parched cells, nourishing them, strengthening him.

But it was more than that.

His cock was still pulsing inside her pussy, drawing out both their orgasms, when he felt her spasm again as a result of his feeding. It was a sensual pleasure for both of them, and when done during sex pushed it to a whole new level. It wasn’t something he’d done often in his lifetime, as it was too easy to get lost in the bloodlust.

His scalp stung slightly as she tugged harder on his hair. She arched her hips wildly into his and tilted her head back, giving him total access to her in whatever way he wanted. Even for a creature as powerful as him it was a heady moment.

This was Sonia, the woman he wanted more than he’d ever wanted another.

He drank his fill, all the while trying to sort out what was different about her blood, when it suddenly hit him with the force of a sledgehammer. Sonia wasn’t quite human. There was a touch of something in her blood. He took another swallow and knowledge slid into his brain.

Sonia’s mind and body were lost in a haze of pleasure, as though she were floating on a soft, fluffy cloud of endless sexual satisfaction. Damek filled her world, his cock powering in and out of her pussy, filling her in a way she’d never been before. He suckled at her neck, drinking her blood, and the sensual pull pushed her into another orgasm.

She would give him everything he needed. Whatever he wanted. She tilted her head back, wanting him to know she was freely giving herself to him. Her entire body quivered and shook as yet another orgasm slammed into her.

Sonia cried out and started to slip away into unconsciousness when she felt him remove his fangs and smooth his tongue over the tiny pinpricks, closing them. The loss was almost more than she could bear and she cried out, urging him back to her.

“Shh, my sweet,” he crooned. He eased over onto his back, keeping their bodies joined as he did so. She snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head in the crook of his shoulder. His cock still pulsed within her, sending the occasional shiver of pleasure through her. She wanted to climb inside him and stay with him always.

Tiny alarm bells went off deep in her brain, telling her there was something wrong here, but she ignored them. She’d been sensible her entire life and would be again tomorrow, but not now. Now was the time for pleasure, for dark sensual fulfillment unlike anything she’d ever even imagined.

Damek stroked his hand over her rump and up the length of her spine and back down again. She moved sinuously, arching into his touch and rubbing her breasts over his strong, smooth chest. His erection flexed inside her.

He eased her up and down his cock in an unhurried rhythm, moving no more than an inch or two each time. It was slow and effortless and she lost herself in it. Her nipples were puckered and tender and she used his chest to stimulate them even more, rubbing herself against him as the heat grew in her sex.

She nipped at his collarbone and neck, wishing she could bite him. His hips surged upward, driving his cock deeper, drawing another moan from her overstimulated body. He grazed his fangs over her neck and she came again, her entire body shaking and quivering.

His fangs broke her skin and his cock jerked inside her. He swore under his breath as he removed his teeth and closed the small wounds without taking more than a sip.

Sonia let her head fall back to his shoulder and stared up at him. “Why did you stop?” Her words sounded slightly slurred, like she was drunk. And maybe she was, with passion.

“Because I’ve already taken too much.” He brushed his hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head.

She started to doze, content in the protective circle of his arms even when his erection slipped from within her.

“Sonia?”

“Hmm.” She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to snuggle and maybe sleep. It had to be close to dawn.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She frowned, trying to follow the conversation. All the men she’d ever known wanted to sleep after sex, but not her vampire. He wanted to talk. “Tell you what?” She yawned and cuddled closer.

“That you are part werewolf.”

Luther Kostas followed the vampire from a distance. It was easy considering the bastard was riding around in a fancy limo. When he saw where the driver dropped them off, he circled back around to the hotel to see what, if anything, was left of Barnes.

He took out his phone and dialed a number only he knew. “Aaron, I need you at this location.” Aaron Page was another vampire hunter, one with exceptional electronic skills and a passion for the hunt. Given enough time, there wasn’t a security system anywhere that he couldn’t bypass. He gave Aaron the address as he wound his way through the fairly light traffic. “Watch and information gathering only, for now. I have to check on Barnes and then we’ll make our plans.”

“I’m on it.” The line went dead and Luther was satisfied he had the situation under control.

He was right to have had his man wear a wire. He’d heard the struggle with Dr. Agostino and wished he were there with Barnes, interrogating her. Questioning a woman had an appeal all its own.

But years of hunting vampires had taught him patience, and it had paid off. The vampire had come to them, and from the sound of what had gone on inside that hotel room the bastard was a powerful one. Maybe the most ancient one Luther had ever gone up against.

And he knew Luther’s name. No matter. Luther had had many names in his lifetime, and as soon as this was over his Luther Kostas identity would cease to exist. He had no idea if vampires kept in contact with one another, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He’d clean up this mess, adopt a new identity and move on.

He parked his car and walked quickly down the sidewalk and into the hotel, keeping his head down and making eye contact with no one. The elevator moved swiftly and quietly to the right floor and, within seconds of stepping out into the empty hallway, he was standing outside Dr. Agostino’s hotel room.

Luther tried the door handle and wasn’t surprised to find it locked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of lock picks. Within seconds, he heard two clicks and turned the handle. He slipped into the room and shut the door behind him.

Barnes was sprawled out on the bed like some drunk after a bender. One area of the wall was damaged. Luther had heard the crash over the wire his man was wearing and knew it had to have hurt.

“Wake up.” He walked over to Barnes and nudged his foot.

Barnes’s eyes fluttered and he groaned. “What…what happened?” He licked his lips and struggled to sit up.

“You had a run in with a vampire.” Luther sat in the chair next to the bed, rested his elbows on the arms and contemplated his next move.

“No.” Barnes sat up and groaned, grabbing his rib cage. “I rented the room to check for clues because Dr. Agostino was already checked out.”

Luther took a small digital recorder out of his pocket and hit the play button. The entire event unfolded as they both sat there.

“Son of a fucking bitch.” Barnes was obviously not happy.

“I was right to have you wear a wire.” Luther watched Barnes through dispassionate eyes. “And you’re lucky he didn’t get that information from you or you’d be dead.”

Barnes rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Yeah.” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “So what do we do now?”

Luther smiled. “I know where they are.”

He lowered his hands and a slow smile crossed Barnes’s face. “I’m ready to go when you are.”

“I thought you might be. We’ll hit at noon tomorrow when the bastard is asleep and won’t be able to use his power on us.” Every vampire he’d ever dealt with or read about was at the mercy of the sun’s power, dropping into a coma-like sleep during the height of the day. It certainly made their job much easier.

Barnes laughed and drew his knife. “He’ll pay for what he did to me. They both will.”

“You can kill the vampire, but I want to talk to Dr. Agostino before we put her out of her misery. She may have valuable information.” Luther stood and headed to the door. “Let’s get out of here.