Charmed (16 page)

When Yasmine narrowed her eyes at her, Chloe couldn’t help but cringe inwardly. But to her astonishment the other woman moved off her chest and settled next to her in the bed.

“As you said, let’s get on with this.” Without warning, Yasmine grabbed a hold of Chloe’s hand. She lowered her head and ran her full lips along the thin skin on her inner wrist, causing Chloe to gasp in surprise. “I have to admit, you have the softest skin I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting, even softer than my own. And such a beautiful color as well, very arousing.” Yasmine ran her tongue along the inside of Chloe’s wrist, tickling the sensitive flesh.

Chloe attempted to pull her arm free but the other woman’s strength was by far superior to her own. When Yasmine opened her mouth and her canines descended, Chloe braced herself for the worst, but nothing came. Instead the other woman’s weight suddenly lifted off her and the bed dipped next to her.

Chloe heard the low growl first and then the smell of a wild animal, specifically wet dog, drifted to her nostrils. She turned her head slightly to the left and clamped her hand over her mouth to stem the bloodcurdling scream she knew was forthcoming when she saw exactly
what
had lifted Yasmine off her.

Chloe scuttled back against the wall.

“What is the meaning of this?” Yasmine shrieked in disgust. “How dare a Hessian werewolf enter my domain?” To Chloe’s surprise, she balled up her fist and began pelting the giant wolf pinning her to the bed. Yet her strength was no match for the enormous monster that had her pinned to the bed with his enormous front paws.

“He dares because he’s your new master,” Tristan chuckled. Chloe’s head jerked around and she sighed in relief as her husband sauntered into the room.

“W-w-what do you mean?” Yasmine stammered. She was now turning her head from side to side for the beast kept trying to lick her face. “I have no master… I’m the ruler of the Cushmarins!”

“Not…anymore,” Tristan drawled. “Once the council learned of your involvement in Simon’s plot, they unanimously agreed that you needed a masculine hand to keep you in line.”

“And the only thing you could come up with was to seek out th-this beast?” Yasmine spat out as she struggled against the canine’s enormous paws.

“Well, I couldn’t help it that no vampire wanted the job. Fortunately for you, Leopold here seemed to relish the idea.”

“Fortunately?” Yasmine shrieked. “I would rather be cowed by a slimy selkie than being handed over to a filthy werewolf! Why, they only have half a brain—”

However, Yasmine was unable to finish one of her legendary temper tantrums. It stilled in her throat for the wolf suddenly bared his teeth and a menacing growl filled the room.

“Well, my dear, I think that’s our cue,” Tristan announced, picking Chloe up off the bed and gently cradling her in his arms. “Although I might love to see Yasmine receive her comeuppance, I couldn’t bear to see it actually done by a werewolf.”

* * * * *

After leaving Yasmine’s country estate, Tristan took them to his mansion in Mayfair, an imposing masonry structure in the heart of London, just steps away from Hyde Park.

Declining offers of help from the household staff, Tristan held on to her tightly as he made his way across the immaculately polished marble floors of the mansion’s front foyer then he climbed onto the lift, which took them up to the third floor and the master’s quarters.

Once the elevator reached the top floor, he stepped into a short hall flanked by a pair of double doors made of dark teak, the same found in his penthouse suite in Las Vegas.

Shouldering his way into the master suite, he still didn’t set her down. Not until they entered the master bedroom where he finally relinquished her care to a leather wingback chair nearest to an already-lit fireplace. He then went into the adjoining master bath and ran a bath.

He knelt in front of her and took her hands in his, rubbing them to stem the coldness from the chill of the night air. “I’ve run you a bath so you can relax, after that you must feed. Good God, woman, your strength and resilience astound me!” Tristan exclaimed, running his hand through his thick black hair. “How on earth were you able to hang on for so long?” he asked, concern etched on his handsome features.

“You…” Chloe whispered. “I dreamt of you all the time. I wanted to hang on because of you.”

Tristan scooped her into his arms so quickly that Chloe’s head swam dizzily from the sudden change in position. Yet she held on tightly as his lips crushed hers. In fact she was so caught up in his spine-tingling kisses that she didn’t realize he’d removed her tattered clothing. Not until he set her down near the foot of a Roman bathtub did she finally float back to reality and the realization that she now stood in front of him completely nude.

Although she was a big girl, she’d never been shy about her body and she wasn’t going to be now. For the man standing before her loved everything about her, every jiggle, wobble and shake. Chloe smiled at the way his eyes darkened as he raked them over her. He was so hot for her that buttons went flying and the telltale rip of fine material echoed through the bathroom.

Once he was completely nude, Chloe was mildly surprised that he didn’t stalk over to her and grab her. Instead he stood proudly before her and did nothing. She found it hard to resist temptation. She stepped forward and rested her hands on his chest, her fingers fanning out widely in an attempt to touch every hill and bump caused by tightly honed muscles.

Drawn to the twin buds beginning to pucker beneath her questing fingers, Chloe captured one of them between her thumb and index finger then rolled it gently between her fingers.

“Woman, what are you doing to me?” Tristan croaked as she applied more pressure to her arsenal. “You’re going to make me come before we even get started!”

“I’m sorry, baby, for being so insatiable but I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like my libido is in overdrive. I don’t want to rest. I don’t want to feed. All I want is your thick cock buried deep inside me.” Chloe reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down toward her.

However, her seduction was thwarted when Tristan suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” she demanded. She reached down and pulled none too gently on one of his nipples.

But he didn’t flinch. Instead he pushed her up against the wood-paneled wall at her back then palmed her ass in his hands.

“This laughter is from joy, sweetheart! I was only laughing because you are finally one of us! Your avid thirst for sex is one of our daily pursuits, only behind staying alive at all costs and feeding. Fortunately for you, you have a mate who is just as lustful and more than willing to keep you satisfied,” Tristan purred, wiggling his eyebrows at her and palming her ass.

“Oh…and here I was thinking you were charming me again,” Chloe sighed, caressing his chest.

“Why, you little minx!” Tristan growled, lifting her easily from the floor. “I’ll show you my charms all right. Just so you know, a vampire’s charming powers are useless against another vampire,” he supplied then nipped playfully at her shoulder blade.

Tristan wrapped her legs around his waist then leaned slightly forward. She gasped as she felt the engorged head of his cock tease her pussy lips. She flung her arms around his neck and accepted his savage kiss as he slowly lowered her onto him.

Chloe moaned when he was fully inside her, half out of pleasure and half out of pain. He was so deep inside her it was almost painful. But she accepted the pain as she readily accepted who and what he was—and what she now was as well.

“I can’t get enough of your hot pussy!” Tristan grunted as he rammed her up against the wall and his cock relentlessly hammered away at her pussy. Although she loved the almost violent turn of their lovemaking, she silently prayed she wouldn’t have splinters in the morning.

“Fuck, Chloe! You are a goddess…my goddess!” he bit out as his hips ground into her. He pulled back slightly then pushed forward again, sending his cock deeper into her hot pussy.

“Tristan…” Chloe panted as her climax grew to almost fever pitch, making her lightheaded. Knowing her orgasm was near, she also knew she wouldn’t be completely satisfied until she had all of him inside her.

“I-I want more!” Chloe moaned as he lifted and then slammed her over and over again onto his massive cock. “I want you inside me in more ways than one, Tristan. I want to feed on you as I come.”

Tristan’s hands stilled on her waist. He then reached up, grabbed the back of her head and used the pad of his thumb to gently roll her upper lip up. Satisfied by what he saw, he released her. “Ah, they are trying to descend. It would be my honor if you cut your teeth on me, my love.”

Chloe licked her lips in anticipation. She gripped his shoulders and pulled herself against him. She lowered her head then ran her nose down the side of his neck. Once she found the telltale blue markings of his jugular vein, she opened her mouth wide.

And for the first time in this new existence of hers, her canines descended. In spite of a slight burning sensation along her upper gums, the experience was exhilarating as she suddenly felt powerful and at one with her being.

Ready to take her first steps, Chloe bit down.

“Good God, woman!” Tristan exclaimed. “Are you trying to bite my head off?”

Chloe jerked away from him so suddenly she splattered blood all over his upper chest. “I-I-I’m so sorry…” she stammered. She quickly blew on his neck in an attempt to assuage the pain. And to her surprise, the tiny holes she’d made in his skin healed before her very eyes, leaving only a purplish scar.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she looked up into his face, empathy etched on her features. However, her expression quickly soured for, despite his complaining tone, Tristan was trying in vain to keep a smirk from threatening his delivery.

Without saying a word, Chloe reached up, grabbed a hold of his ear and yanked his head roughly to the side.

“Ouch! Now you’re going to just rip it off my shoulders?” he cried, his face screwing up into a legitimate expression of true pain.

“Just desserts,” Chloe purred, a smirk lighting her soft features.

Now she had an unobstructed view of her handiwork, a small tattoo featuring the tiny pinpricks caused by her canines. Desire flooded her senses. Then, all teasing remarks forgotten, she leaned forward and bit down once again. Albeit more gently this time.

Chloe marveled at how her clit jumped excitedly as she drank from him almost greedily. Wanting to intensify her enjoyment, she gripped his shoulders tighter then shoved her pussy down on his still rock-hard cock.

“Yes…yes…drink from me as you take every last inch of my cock,” Tristan groaned.

But it was Tristan who came first. He flung his head back and howled his release as his hot, sticky cum shot up into her, its heat warming her inner core.

In an attempt to end her own torment as well, she lifted her hips and began to buck against him wildly.

Chloe continued to pound against him until the bright lights of her own release burst into a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors as she tumbled over the edge on a wave of pure bliss, brought on by a heady mix of blood, sex and true love.

The End

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