4. Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Tia’s stomach dropped when Tieran stood with her in his arms. Off to one side, in the corner of her eye, she could see her blue front door hanging from the hinges.

She saw it, but it didn’t register. He carried her through the living room, past the bathroom door that was lying half in and half out of the bathroom. She could see her bedroom close to the bathroom. That door, fortunately, was intact.

When they walked into her bedroom, Tieran used his foot to kick the door shut. He took her to the bed, lying her down on it like she was precious. He treated her like she was gold and silver, or diamonds, something that you couldn’t get easily on this planet. The planet that she used to think was hers.

But now she knew it wasn’t really hers. Someone had tricked the original inhabitants into giving up their land.

“Beautiful, Tia.” His voice was deep.

She loved how it made her tremble on the inside. Her blood flowed faster, and her heart beat in a staccato she wasn’t used to. She wanted this, the man, this monster, the survivor of a holocaust he didn’t create.

He was a monster to everyone except for her. And she wondered, is this how other people felt? Is this how people felt who loved men who were mobsters or other things that people called monsters? Is this how they felt because they knew that the rest of the world may see the man or the male as one way, but they saw them as something totally different and desirable?

His hand reached down to caress her cheek, and she thought there was a slight shake to his hand.

And just that shake made her want him even more. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to devour him while he was devouring her.

“I don’t understand this feeling that I have, this desire to be close to you,” she confessed, wanting to know if she was going crazy or imagining things.

“It happens sometimes, or at least that’s what my father used to tell me. He was the high king of our people.” His voice was gruff as he thought of his father. What would he say about the connection his son felt to a certain witchling?

“He is the high king of our people.” His voice got even deeper. Tia could feel the sadness coming from him.

She didn’t want him to be sad. She sat up. And the next thing she knew, he was holding her again.

She was no longer on the bed; she was wrapped in his arms. He sat down, holding her, swaying just a little. She knew it wasn’t for her comfort, but for his.

“Tell me about your dad,” she said.

“My dad is a hell of a male. We’ll leave it there because I’m about to devour you and bringing my father into the conversation,” he shook his head, “is not what I want to do.

She laughed. It was light and chipper because she didn’t want to bring her mother into the conversation, either. She ran her fingers down his neck.

“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away? The teeth?” He smiled, and she watched as his teeth descended.

They were sharp enough to break skin, but he didn’t let them down all the time. It was something that he could control.

“Are you going to bite me?”

“Yes.”

Why did that simple word make her pussy throb? Yep, she was throbbing, making her want to take her hand and rub until she was screaming. Her breasts were aching, and her nipples were like hard diamonds wanting to be sucked. All because he said he was going to bite her.

Well, hell. He leaned over her and her head tilted back. She felt it when his tongue came out to flick over her lips. She opened her mouth, and he devoured it. His tongue went in, licking and touching, tasting her, getting to know her.

He sucked on her tongue. The moan that came out when her tongue battled his was indecent. The kiss left her breathless as she pressed her mouth closer to his, kissing him deeply. She could feel the electricity from their tongues meeting and her teeth clashing, going through her body. His breath became hers. Her breath became his.

It felt like the two of them were becoming one and all they were doing was kissing. Tia finally pulled back because she needed to breathe. She had never felt anything like that before.

His hands were on her hair, stroking her scalp, then running down her neck until finally he reached her shoulders. From there, she felt it as his hands moved over the front of her body, down her chest, until he was circling her nipples through the towel she was wearing.

He pinched one of her nipples, making her body flush with desire. How could she be so needy? She struggled to remember that he never answered her question. She was burning up and full of want. The question fled like it had never been there.

“Witchling, I’m going to take this towel off. This is the only chance you have to say no, because when I get started, I know nothing in this world or yours will make me stop. Yea or nay, witchling, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

She wanted to say no; it was what she should do, but her body refused to believe that no is what she needed to say. “Yes,” it came out strong and proud.

She didn’t know what tomorrow was going to bring, heck, she didn’t know what the rest of the night was going to bring. Did it matter? No, this was her time, their time, and together they were going to set this world on fire.

He stripped her of the towel as she breathed deeply, making her breasts bounce. He stared at them as they moved before he reached down and took one of her breasts in his hand and caressed it.

“Perfect, a little more than a handful, just the way I like them.” His witchling was all creamy brown skin and curves that made his mouth water and teeth ache. He wanted to taste her blood, making the two of them one.

She preened over something she couldn’t help, as if she could tell her breasts how big or how small they should get, but it didn’t matter because he was giving her praise, and she was there for it.

“Beautiful.” He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Tia thrust her hips up into the air, wanting something to rub against as inarticulate sounds of pleasure came from her. She couldn’t think straight as her head rolled from side to side. She wanted, she needed.

He squeezed her other breast and fire coursed through her body, straight down to her pussy, making her scream as she felt desire and passion ignite inside of her.

“What are you doing to me?” She whimpered, clutching onto the sheets as if they would give her purchase and she wouldn’t fly away with all the different feelings coursing through her.

He growled as she came, honest to goodness. Her body just spasmed as she felt herself coming.

“What the hell?” she moaned out. Pleasure ripped through her and yet she felt deprived because there wasn’t anything hard against her body and she wasn’t being filled the way she wanted to be by his hard, thick, and extremely long cock.

“My people call it the mate bond,” he told her as he licked around her nipples while his fingers played with her breasts. He squeezed, licked, sucked, and kissed. She needed more of it.

“The mate bond?” Her voice was shaky, unsure if the words would come out, but she tried anyway. “What is that?” Shivers were still licking her body, feeling like tongues of fire.

“My people experience it when they find the other half of their souls.” Was this real? “How was I to know? How could I believe your people experienced the same thing as mine? Then again, you’re not totally human. Are you, witchling?”

“Of course, I am.” How dare he question her humanity?

“Then tell me who your father is.”

She had no idea who her father was. Her mother wasn’t saying who he was and so, consequently, she changed the subject.

“Why am I naked while you’re clothed? Something seems wrong here to me.” Take that, Mr. Vampire.

He smiled down at her. The look in his eyes was gentle and not passionate. That wouldn’t do.

“All right, strip, because if you don’t get naked, I’m going to get dressed. I mean, does this seem fair to you?”

He laughed and stood, taking his clothes off faster than her eyes could track and soon he was standing in front of her, naked as the day he was born, and she was loving it. She raked her eyes down from his thick black hair to those navy eyes, his sharp nose, and then from his generous lips down to his chest.

“Beautiful.” He was perfect. Tia was having a hard time swallowing, looking at all of his perfection.

His muscles were sleek and begging to be touched. She wanted to lick his pecs. His nipples were calling out to her, begging to be licked.

Her eyes went down to his waist, to his six-pack and then farther down until she saw his cock, which was jutting out proudly. It was thick, crimson with a dark head. His thighs were compact, nothing but muscle.

She followed his legs down to his feet, darn it, she didn’t have a foot fetish, but they were sexy too. He had a swimmer’s build. Long and lean with enough muscle, to pick her up and carry her around. Her heart fluttered and her stomach tightened as tingles of pleasure moved through her.

She reached out. He took her hand and soon he was lying on the bed right next to her.

“Sexy,” she growled.

Tia placed both hands on his chest, and he rolled over onto his back. She climbed on top of him and she started with his lips, kissing and nipping until he opened with a sensuous sound. Tia greedily took his mouth until she was panting with the need to breathe.

Their eyes caught for a moment, and she swallowed hard, unable to decipher the lightning-quick emotions going on behind his.

“When I bite you, I’m going to join our lives together for all time.”

She had to have something to say about this, right? Why wasn’t she running away? It felt right. This was what she was waiting for. The one elusive thing that slipped through her grasp every time she reached for it.

“There is the trick or the treat every Halloween. Please let this be the treat.” Although she said it to him, it was also a prayer to anyone willing to listen.

This was the exact moment she decided to alter her life forever. She prayed not only that she lived through it, but that she never came to regret her rash decision.

She swooped down to his chest and took one of his nipples into her mouth while her hand went to his pecs exploring. His sighs of pleasure along with the way his body moved as if small tremors were wracking him spurred her on. She licked and nipped, placing the occasional kiss until a loud groan came from him.

“Mercy,” he growled.

That’s what she was waiting for. Tia needed to know she was affecting him as badly as he was getting to her. She worked her way down his body until she was stroking his six-pack. That’s where she stopped to lick and nibble. Looking at his hard pecs and six-pack went to her head. Then she carried on until his thick erection was in her face.

She licked the head of it, tasting his pre-cum.

“Not yet, witchling.” Tieran growled and pulled her up his body. With one swift move, he turned them over so that she was caught under him. “Tell me again,” he whispered into her ear. His voice sounded like a heavy hand caressing the softest of silk.

“Yes, make me yours,” Tia cried out. She couldn’t help herself. His erection was lying against the lips of her pussy. The heat of it was going through her body. Her nipples were pressed against his chest and, as close as she was, she craved to be closer. She wanted to devour and be devoured. He was hers, and she refused to let him go.

His teeth dropped, and she closed her eyes, preparing for the pain.

“Sweet, innocent, witchling.”

She would have argued with him, but his fingers were caressing her slit before they broke through and played with her clit.

“Hell to the yes,” she screamed.

His hips punched forward, his cock invading her pussy, opening her wide as he dove in deep. His teeth at the same time broke her skin, going in deep. Tia screamed at the dual entry. It wasn’t in pain, but in shock at the pleasure that was filling her.

She never wanted it to end. The thrust of his hips that were in time with hers. The way he pushed his cock deeper into her making her writhe with need and then the feel of his mouth pulling on her vein. Was she seeing colors exploding in the sky, or was it her imagination?

He turned over until Tia was riding him. His teeth came out, and he licked the wound before he bit his wrist and placed it in front of her mouth. She leaned over and lapped up his blood. It wasn’t the rich iron taste she was expecting. His blood tasted like the finest champagne she could ever imagine drinking. It ran through her like the finest aphrodisiac. It was like when you asked for the good drugs.

Tia kept riding him as she felt her nipples tighten to the point of pain and her pussy clutch his cock tighter and tighter, as if it were trying to choke him and never let go at the same time. Her pussy was on fire, and she felt the flames growing as she left the Earth and climbed into the heavens.

Were the angels singing for them? She was sure she could hear the holy choir.

“Tieran!” It was a cry as her body started to spasm.

“I got you. Come with me.” Together they rose the rollercoaster of release that took them so far up and then dropped them without a lifejacket, only to take them back up into the throes of passion again. It happened continually until the kick of his balls and the clenching of her pussy finally gave way to tiredness.

Tia dropped against his chest, unable to open her eyes or lift her head. She could hear his heart beating. It took some time, but she realized her heart was in perfect sync with his. That’s how she knew that two halves had become whole.