Chapter 9

They didn’t speak the whole way home, but that was ok with him. Richie couldn’t keep his eyes off her, His eyes roamed constantly from the top of her long sandy curly head down along her slender lithe form to her long legs that gleamed in the moonlight as she braked and shifted gears. She couldn’t be more than 5 foot 5, a tiny thing compared to him, but God damn she was fucking gorgeous. Her peaches and cream skin had his fingers itching to touch and his teeth tingling to taste. And if that weren’t bad enough the vivid sound of her heart beating thrummed in his head which made his gums ache and his canines starting to inch lower. Rubbing his jaw distractedly he tried to stop thinking of how he just wanted to nibble on that delicious neck of hers. Goddamn was that the vein pulsing? He forced his eyes away, he had too, if he kept looking he was gonna attack here in this small car, and that wouldn’t be too smart. He groaned as the need began to echo through him, centering in his groin and gums. Damn what was it about her?

She pulled into her driveway and shut the car off, her head turning to take him in one last time. Jesus, just sitting here beside him had her melting. She slipped from the car and walked around to his side, a smile beginning to play on her lips. As his door opened she held out her hand and reeled as the heat and charisma of his touch coursed straight from his palm to her soul. Richie unfolded his long legs from the confines of her small car and smiled as he laced his fingers through hers. She led the way inside and locked the door behind them. As the door closed and locked he felt his guard drop as he reached out a long slender finger to trace over the alluring muscles of her neck, his fingers teasing the two tiny pin pricks that shouldn’t be there but were.

She tilted her head back, "Well, this is my place, home sweet.. home." She gazed up into eyes as dark as night as the brushes of his fingers on her skin began to cloud her judgment and had her pressing closer to his body.

He pushed her gently to the wall, his lips finding hers again as he lost himself in the sweet surrender she was offering. His need could wait no longer as her sweet scent wrapped itself around him and the pulsing of her blood began to drown out any reason he had as deep soul need found his lips trailing down to the two tiny holes in her neck. Tracing his tongue across the tiny punctures he felt the sudden lengthening of his canines as they settled back into the pinpricks, reopening the wounds that had barely healed. The warm sweet taste of her soul began to pour into his mouth and over his tongue. She was like fire and magic, a magic that soothed the raging beast that had risen inside of him, the confusion he had felt for days suddenly vanished as he took her into himself. In the oddest way he felt as if he were suddenly at peace, as if he had found home.

A softly uttered gasp was coupled with her arms reaching up to slide through his silky dark locks of hair. As the sensation of his being inside of her and around her grew she pressed closer, her hand pulled him tighter too her neck. There was no rhyme or reason, just pure instinct that drove her to bring him in closer. There was no fear that she was giving herself to something unclean, all she felt was the pure wave of pleasure his lips were bringing, the ecstacy of being within his strong grasp.

Sucking gently he tasted her sweet release, his tongue lapping gently over the wound as his fangs brushed her neck teasingly on the way back to her lips. He needed her now, more than ever. Glancing up he settled on a door and began to gently walk her backwards towards what he hoped was her bedroom. “Is this yours?” His voice was dark and husky with need,

Dazed emerald eyes opened briefly as she nodded, "Its, mine.”

He scooped her up into his arms and walked quickly to the bed. Laying her down he stood over her, taking in each silken inch as his mind wondered what was hidden by the leather and the cloth. He crawled onto the bed only to hover over her as his lips again connected with her; his tongue encircling and teasing hers, as his hands roamed along her body. He slipped her top up revealing inches of her soft flesh as his desire to devour her took over. His lips traced over her skin as her scent sank into his memory and her tiny rosy nipple teased his need. Unable to hold back, his lips gently found her tip swirling his tongue as she hardened in his mouth.

Slender fingers pushed at the hem of his shirt, needing to feel his skin unencumbered by cloth. As her fingers slid up moving his shirt she whimpered over each beautifully defined muscle, her throat nearly closing at the soft feel of two patches of fur over each pec. Passion heavy eyes looked up into his as her mind shut down to all but the one hovering above her.

"Gia" his lips spilled her name as they found her sweet skin, the scent of her unearthed his need to be with her, be in her, his face rose on hers as their eyes connected.

She looked up, his lips tinged red, his eyes blazing with need and she whimpered. One hand reached up to trace his lips, his mouth falling open as his tongue flickered out to taste yet another piece of her. "You.... you’re..... shilmulo.... but.."

Confusion warred with need in the depths of her eyes, "Not dead, but shilmulo."

Richie watched her intensely, seeing all the fear in her eyes and feeling it through the connection he had with her now. “I don't know why, its never happened before," he admitted licking his lips tasting the remains of her."What is Shilmulo?" he asked.

Her hands began to glide over his back as the singing throb of need whispered inside of her, a need his very presence inspired. "It means vampire in my peoples language. But shilmulo are dead creatures, mahrime, to be avoided at all cost. They are evil." Her curious gaze found his dark brown eyes, "But my protections don't hurt you, and your warm and alive."

Her breath caught in her throat as his hips rotated slightly against her, "God help me, I don't care."

Richie's mind twisted, did she say Vampire? What in the hell? Yeah seems he had the fangs but dead? Mahrime? His questions ran rampant but his need overrode them at this point. She didn’t care, well neither did he right now.

His hands slid down along her curves and slowly peeled her skin tight leathers from legs so lithe and long he craved to feel them wrapped around him. As she shuddered at his touch he quickly pushed his own pants away revealing his hardness that sought the solace only her body could bring.


Slowly he moved into her, as his mouth blazed kisses across the plains of her flesh, the scent of her seeping into his nostrils setting him alight as he began to slowly thrust.

Her hips arched as his hands slid like silk against her, gently uttered whimpers escaping her as his skin touched hers completely for the first time. His scent teased her as he seated himself deep within her, his very touch branding her in a way she'd never felt before.

As he began to move, his thick length filling her completely she began to whimper his name. She moved against him urgently needing to feel his strength moving against her and around her, but when his hand reached out and pulled her leg up around his waist causing him to shift deeper within her she screamed in pleasure, her mind losing itself in the man and the motions of his body.

"Giaaaaaa," he growled as his head dipped to again catch her scent, his hips continuing to roll into her, as his own need built for release. Her whole being had encased him wrapping him in their own special mist as he continued to sink deeper with each motion, his cock beginning to ache and swell in anticipation of release.

His moans and whimpers matched hers. He'd never felt his deeply enraptured in his own ecstasy before. Once again his face slipped to her neck, with the need to release came his need to again to taste the sweet nectar her body could now give him, as he felt his climax rise his fangs sank deep into her neck.

The gentle prick of his teeth sliding into her neck combined with the sweet torture of his steel shaft plunged her straight into a place where nothing existed except the man, his mouth and the pulsing of their bodies. "Dear God Richieee.. please.."

Richie gasped as he felt her walls tighten around his length milking everything from him as he gave her what she desired feeling her body rattle under his own, as they both rocked into the world of unrelenting passion.

She held his head tightly too her neck as her legs tightened around his waist. His bite sent pure jolts of ecstasy through her body to mix and meld with the joy of his hard length moving within her.


And in that moment, as his vibrated growl against her neck rang true, and her cry of release blinded her a small bond was formed on scent, touch and taste.