Dawn Revealed

Unwilling to go there alone, he found the swollen nub at the apex of her sex. With gentle strokes of his thumb over the tender flesh, he coaxed her along. Drunk by the sounds of her cries and her body writhing from his touch, her core tightened and milked him with spasms as she shattered around his erect cock. Slick with their combined release, her body turned to hot, molten silk. He didn't last long the second time around and neither did Kayla. Dizzied from the pleasure, too weak to move and without any real desire to do so, they clung to one another. Needing each other in a way they'd never needed anyone before. Surrounded by darkness and the musky scent of sex, they hid from the world in the shelter of one another's arms.

Bryce ran his tongue along the base of Kayla's neck. Her pulse sped up as he nipped and teased the sensitive flesh presenting an even greater temptation to them both than the pleasure they'd drank their fill of just moments ago. He burrowed his head in the slope and inhaled deeply. Her scent fueled his arousal to life once more. Pushing his length to critical mass in an instant. Skimming his hands down her narrow shoulders, he latched onto her breast, lapping and flicking the flesh with eager passes of his tongue. Palming her bottom with his hands, he inched her thighs wider. She was slick and wet with him, decadently hot, and only growing hotter beneath the careful ministrations of his fingertips.

Kayla gasped in delight as Bryce teased her sensitive bits of flesh until they were aching and burning with need. She lifted her hips against his probing fingertips in encouragement. Her cheeks warmed as he sucked in a deep breath and bit back a growl of masculine urgency. The sound of air rushing through his pursed lips was enough to have her teetering so close to completion.

At this point, foreplay was overkill and unnecessarily torturous in the abundance of its pleasure. She was ready for him, wet and desperate for his touch in a way that left her aching. She took a chance, hoping he shared her enthusiasm and impatience. There truly was no forcing Bryce to do anything. Her hands slid down his chest, feathering lightly over his nipples before settling on his shoulders to roll him onto his back. He readily complied. Kayla wanted to be a coy temptress, tease him and torment him with the promise of her body. But, she was every bit as needy and hungry for him as he was for her. Taking his length, impossibly hard and pulsing in her palm, she gripped him in her fist and straddled his body, poised to lower her core onto him and join their agonized bodies as one.

Bryce drove his shaft deep into her core, savoring the searing, hot, moisture and the grip of her tightness around his length. For the moment, there were no recollections of the terrible things he'd witnessed last night. The only thing that mattered was the woman purring in desire above him. Gasping from the pleasure he gave her. She rode him slowly, her body stretched out on top of his like a decadent garment of luxurious warm silk. He let out a deep moan of contentment as he lifted his hips off the bed and pumped into her. If there were a heaven on earth he'd found it. And he never wanted to leave this fantasyland of carnal pleasure where it was only the two of them and nothing else mattered. Grasping her hips he rocked her against his body. Pounding into her hard, pushing both their needs to the point of painful pleasure and urgent release.

Kayla let the warmth that was Bryce wash over her. Take her to places where her past didn't matter and the present was just an afterthought. His fingers sought her out. Flicking against her swollen aching flesh. Driving her to the point of absolute insanity. With a hard thrust he filled her with his release and she was there panting, her body lax with the tingling aftershocks of her orgasm.

Bryce groaned as her pelvic muscles gripped and milked along his length. He didn't try to hold back. He'd have better luck stopping a freight train than to restrain the orgasm pulsing urgently for release. He clamped his jaws tightly fighting the instinct to drive his fangs into her flesh the way he'd driven his hard, thickness into her soft core. The thought of her sweet blood and its gentle call tipped him over the steep ledge and he tumbled down in blissful relief as he spilled into her satin depths.

"Go ahead," Kayla urged. She sensed Bryce's hunger and his need almost as if it were a palpable thing. As if it were her hunger and dizzying need. She smoothed her hand along the back of his head, running her fingers through the thick tangle of his hair, guiding him to the curve of her neck. He could take blood from her any place the vessels wandered close to the surface of her skin. Her wrist. The bend of her elbow. The neck was personal, intimate, and it took an unwavering measure of trust to bear your throat willingly to a pair of lethal fangs. "I want you to."

Bryce skimmed his fangs along the fragile skin of her neck. Her flesh was pliant beneath his lips and beneath his body, molding to his, seducing him past the point of reason. His length, still sheathed in her hot warmth, hardened and throbbed. He shuddered from the pleasure of the sensation, the pleasure of being inside of her, or the pleasure of knowing that she trusted him with her body and her blood.

He nuzzled her cheek and captured her head in his palms. Balancing his weight on his knees and elbows he bucked his hips and drove his aching, erect cock so deeply inside of her that there was no ending or beginning to either of them. They were one body and one wildly beating heart. Increasing his tempo he worked his spell. For her there'd never be any pain only pleasure. He took her back to that place of crazed rapture, her hips bucking in an urgent desperate rhythm against his. When he bit, piercing the tender flesh of her neck with his fangs, she cried out in joy, clutching at his shoulders, digging her sharp little nails into his skin. Bryce feasted as he'd never feasted before. Drinking as he made love to her. Fusing them irrevocably together.

Kayla cried out, overwhelmed by passion as Bryce took of her blood and of her body. His hard thrusts were timed with the needy gulps and pulls of his mouth against her flesh. She lifted her hips eagerly meeting each one as another orgasm built to a shattering peak in her core. Losing herself to the moment she opened up, accepting everything he offered.

A tiny drop of blood welled to the surface from a pinprick on the tip of his finger. That crimson drop was such a small thing of immense power and even greater possibility. A rare gift he gave freely. His lips worked the wound in her neck, matching the erotic tempo of his thrusts into her body. His blood was sweet, decadent and rich on the tip of her tongue. Kayla worried the tiny pinprick with her teeth, speeding the flow of blood, bucking her hips to meet each desperate pump of his hips, taking everything he had to give.

Bryce triumphantly eased his finger from the lushness of Kayla's mouth. Lapping at the punctures in her tender flesh, he sealed the wound and their unspoken pact. He stared down at the beauty of her. Her golden hair, fanned out across the pillows. Her long lashes, fluttering like butterfly wings. Her lips full and parted. Her breaths exhaling in gasps as she came for him. The blush on her cheeks, heated with the pleasure he'd given her. Her tiny fingers curled around his biceps as if he were the only thing holding her to the earth.

Watching her come, he lost whatever remained of himself to her. She owned him. Everything he ever had been and ever would become. All of it belonged to her. His body tensed and with a final thrust he filled her with the hot jets of his release. Marking her. Claiming her. Giving all he was to her. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers. Smoothing her sweat dampened hair away from her face. "You are mine," he said, stating his claim to her.

Kayla's eyes fluttered open. Her body was limp beneath him. She lifted her hand to brush back the wild tangle of hair that had fallen over his forehead. Yes, she was his. Completely. The thought should terrify her. But, all she could think about was the rightness of it...of them. For as much as he'd placed his claim on her. She knew with a certainty that was frightening that he belonged to her. They belonged to each other. There was no way back for either of them. Tightening her fingers in his hair, she guided his mouth to hers. Sealing the pact with a tender kiss.

Reluctantly, Bryce slid out of Kayla. His body was fully sated. But, still he would never get enough of her. He rolled onto his back and gathered her in his arms. Gently resting her cheek on his chest as he played with the sleek golden strands of her hair. Protectively, he draped an arm around her shoulder, smoothing his fingertips up and down her arm. The weight of her body so warm and soft against his had him hard and wanting again, desperate to be back inside of her. It would be so easy to forget everything. The world outside of these walls waiting for them on the other side of the door and just stay here forever with her. Hide from everyone and seek the solace of their joined bodies over and over again.

Kayla had no idea of the effect she had on him. How easy it really would be to shirk his duties and stay here loving her for the rest of their lives. Bryce grunted and slid his fingers down her curves, walking them across the jut of her hip to cup her ass, pulling her tightly against him. He wasn't ready to leave the quiet seclusion of the room and face reality. He wanted to steal a few more minutes, maybe an hour, before he had to leave her.

Bryce was hard and ready. Cupping her in his palms and pulling her against him. His thick erection pressed into her belly. And the sensation of his flesh so hot and needy against her had her equally desperate for more of him. Bravely, Kayla did something she'd never done before. She took control. It took little coaxing to ease Bryce onto his back. He grappled with her hip to drag her on top. But, she wasn't about to relinquish the decadence of being the one in change.

With a coy smile, she watched his lids flutter shut as she palmed his erection. The flesh was hard as steel. Long and thick, slicked with a bead of moisture leaking out of the ripe head. So perfect. So hers. Tracing the smooth, silky skin with her fingertips she lowered her lips over the tip, tasting herself and his release on her tongue. Bryce grunted, exhaling a low moan as she licked and teased him, taking the length into her mouth as far as she could.

Power unlike anything she'd ever felt rippled through her. Drunk on the thrill of it, she worked him harder and faster with her mouth and her hands. Stroking her fingers through the thick thatch of coarse dark hair to cup his balls in her palm. Gently massaging the flesh, she drove him close to the brink. He panted beneath her. Gritting his fangs and gripping the sheets in his fists to control his release. She could feel his pleasure surging through her, pushing hers to a fevered pitch. His cries and soft exhales of ecstasy caressed her like invisible fingertips. She was wet, aching and pulsing with need. What happened next was up to her. And she knew exactly what she wanted.

Determined to tease Bryce, Kayla straddled his hips and slicked the moisture from her core over his length. Beneath her, Bryce whimpered in desperation. His lips pursed, sucking in breaths of pleasure. She was too achy, too needy to continue. Giving in to her own desires, she guided him inside of her. Putting him exactly where she needed him. With slow, measured, thrusts of her hips she rode him. His hands settled on her hips. Digging his fingers into the softness of her flesh, he eased her body up and down his shaft. The penetration was so deep, so good. And the heady feeling of control was too intense. Here there was nothing but instinct and the shared pleasure of their two bodies.

He clung to her like a drowning man would cling to a life preserver in the middle of a vast ocean. She felt the need, his need for her, burning in his stare. She'd never felt so loved, so wanted, or so necessary in her life. From his lips came the words she needed to hear. Her name uttered in reverence. Praise and confessions whispered in urgency tumbled into the darkness, sliding over her skin. And when she came, she did so for the both of them. Clamping her tight sheath around him as he pumped his release into her depths. Words spilled from her lips into the darkness. Binding with Bryce's and covering them with a warm blanket woven from love.

Bryce stretched out on the bed, cradling Kayla to his side. She dozed in his arms. Her body was limp and fully sated, draped over his like a satiny warm blanket. He'd thought he was in love before, first with Anna and then with Janine. What he felt for them wasn't anything even close to the emotions Kayla stirred to life within him. This was real. True. And she loved him in return. He'd bound them together. And he'd have to explain to her what that meant. Making love while they'd sampled each other's blood had created the link. Solid as steel, it bound them together in an unbreakable hold. She was more than his love. She was his life. And he'd gladly die rather than suffer one single day without her.

That thought, the idea of it, created a whole slew of worries. Kayla was human. At best they had about thirty or forty years together. To a vampire, the decades were nothing more than the blink of an eye or the fleeting beat of a heart. They'd pass too quickly. And the realization of it, that she would die, slammed into his chest with the solidity of a stake through the heart. He owed the brotherhood his life. But, she held it in her hand. Unless she chose a different path, he would follow her to the grave when her time came. He didn't want to die. But, without her his life wouldn't mean a thing. He wouldn't want to live it alone.

Fully and utterly satisfied Kayla forgot about the rumbling in her empty stomach. She was happily and completely exhausted and satisfied. She felt the icy cold of his fear creeping up her spine. Something, some thought he was unwilling to speak into reality, barreled into his thoughts. He clung to her tighter, almost painfully, as if he were afraid to relax his grip. And in that moment she understood the reason behind his fear. He was immortal and she was not.

There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. No sacrifice was too great. They belonged together. And she knew right then and there what she was willing to do to keep them together. Death wasn't going to steal their happiness. She wouldn't allow it. Everything she'd gone through had led her to this point. What she'd endured at Roark's hands had made her stronger. And she wasn't afraid.

Chapter 47

"Lance baby, if you let me out of here I'll do anything you want." Angel purred through the cold, steel door. "Anything." She was desperate. Had to get out of this dank, damp disgusting hole now. The steel cables wrapped around her limbs had made deep cuts in her wrists from the efforts of her struggles. Keene and Lori huddled together in a far corner. Their bodies wound tightly around each other as they tried to tune her out. She was alone, hurting, and cold, so damn cold. The calling left her in agony. Crazed from the pain of it.

Lance would have given anything to not be the one standing guard. Angel mewled and called to him. Tempting him with the promise of things he would never take as payment. She didn't know what she was doing. Driven to measures so desperate to answer the calling, she was willing to give her body to him, to do with what he would, in exchange for her freedom.

She didn't mean it. He knew that. Hardening in his leathers, he ignored the mental images her words invoked. He pressed his palm to the cold steel of the door and swallowed back his desire. Without any other way to deflect, to deal with her incessant pleas that called to the beast and threatened to override his common sense, he joked and made light of the situation. "As tempting as that is, Angel. You're not getting out. But, once you've recovered. We'll see if your offer still stands."

"Lance, please. You have to let me out. I can't take this! I promise I'll make it good for you. I know exactly what a man like you needs. Just let me out and you'll see." She knew deep in her heart that Lance was protecting her by keeping her bound and locked behind the door. And she'd be ashamed if she were able to think past the voice of her master roaring in her head.

Lance chuckled and swallowed hard. His cock, stupid appendage bucked in approval and stiffened intolerably behind his zipper. No way. No how. Not happening. He rested his forehead on the steel door unable to stop his mind from roaming. Imagining her lithe body beneath him, writhing in pleasure. Sending him to places he'd only dreamed about in his wildest fantasies.

He was taking his turn guarding the door. Robbie had been at it for over sixteen hours. And although he doubted Angel had used quite the same tactics with Robbie to beg for her freedom. Sixteen hours was a damn long time to listen to anything coming out of her mouth. On the other side of the door, the room grew quiet. Nice. Angel was thinking of new ways to torture him. So far, she'd kept her pleas rated R. He just bet she could heat it up a few thousand degrees and accelerate to triple X pretty damned fast. The last thing he needed to hear. She was killing him. He'd gone far too long without sex. And his body, his stiff weeping cock reminded him of exactly how long it had been.

"Keep talking to me Angel. It's lonely out here." If he could keep her talking, she'd be too distracted to torture him. And maybe for a minute he'd forget about his suffering. He could not extinguish the spark she'd started. His cock wouldn't let him. His heart beat furiously in his chest as his fingers stroked the exterior of the cold steel door separating them. In a husky, rasp of a voice he whispered, "C'mon, talk dirty to me."

"Fuck you, Lance," she cursed bitterly. He was on the other side of the door. Free to do whatever he pleased. And she was trapped for her own protection. Held prisoner to a past she'd rather she had no part of. She'd done it to herself. Her desperation had driven her to it. And she had nothing but anger and deep regret. At the time, there hadn't been another way out. Roark or that bastard thug of his would have killed her. She'd wanted to live. Perhaps, this was a fitting punishment. She'd killed. And the promise she'd drunk down in the last few fleeting sparks of his life was killing her.

"That's a good start," he teased. He could hear the shift of Angel's thoughts in her voice. She wandered in a cold place, alone and terrified. And there was nothing he could do to help her. Nothing that would break the hold her past had on her. Even when this was over, the blood of the rogues would flow through her veins. It would always be a part of her. And there was no saving her from it. No way to change what had already been done.

Keene felt like a caged beast. Luckily for Angel he was bound otherwise he would have put her out of his misery. He had listened to her almost endless tirade of begging and pleading for release for the better part of two days. His nerves and his patience were completely shot. If not for Lori beside him, he would have come completely unglued and killed Angel by now. He regretted Lori's suffering. And he would do anything to change the circumstances. But, was thankful for her at his side. His wife kept him sane and anchored.

Lori curled up in a ball on Keene's lap longing for the feel of his strong arms around her body. The best she could do was to rest her cheek against his bulky chest and listen to his steadily beating heart. She'd always heard that too much togetherness was a bad thing. And after being locked in a room with Angel for two days. She could bear testament to the truth of the saying.