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Dark Song	By : AyekaPenor Category: A through F > Dark Series Views: 2145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dark series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Demon Seeds
- 2-Chasing Game
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- 2
This may or may not be the last chapter. I left enough holes to fit a plot in, but I haven’t had much time to write in the past few months. Enjoy chapter 2!

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Christiana frowned at the canvas in front of her. She needed something more. All she’d been able to see in her dreams at night was Josef. Every shadow, every flash of wild eyes, every dark turn had reminded her of him. This painting was her first daring attempt to show her dreams to others. As a child her crayon drawings of dark forests and glowing eyes had gotten odd looks and cool praise. Nobody made cautious comments about sunny houses and ships with full sails, which is what she had started with. The picture before her was bright color and deep shadow, with a dark spot waiting for someone. She could try painting her wild man from memory, but that didn’t appeal as much as having him pose for her. With a wry smile she thought, He probably would think posing appeals more as well.

Setting her paints aside and covering them, Christiana removed her paint-covered shirt and left the studio. She turned left and walked right out onto the back patio. The sky was a pale blue to the west and deep indigo to the east, a quiet sunset. The day had been uneventful and calm, nice weather, but inside she was burning. Her hand went up to rest on her chest and she closed her eyes. Josef’s kiss had awakened a deep yearning inside her, something frightening and painful. Picturing him in her mind eased the desire momentarily, but often such thoughts quickly turned erotic and passionate and she was right back where she’d started.

Painting, going through the motions of her routine, the mindless activities and emotional deliberation of her art had set Josef to the back of her mind. She had still left a spot for his image in her work, though. With a longing sigh she headed for the old garden that had survived generations of gardeners, Demonesinis and two villas. The fruit trees were weathered and strong, the roses thick and robust, and the cobblestone walkways dipped here and there to trip unwary travelers. Christiana had grown up here and still could stumble if she didn’t watch her feet. She traveled the familiar path to her favorite reading spot under a pear tree and leaned against the trunk.

The shade was unnecessary in the failing light, shadows from the high hedges that had once been the borders of the garden covered most of the walkway and turned her resting spot into a secret hideaway. I wish Josef were here… She shook her head to clear it of the random thought. Such preoccupation with someone she’d only met the day before wasn’t right. Sure he was unusual as guys go, his shape-shifting probably explained a lot about the Scarletti family’s past and more recent events. Her mind replayed his arrival at her bedroom doors. This time when she opened the doors he swept in and took her in his arms. Her mouth tilted up to meet his as he held her close, his tongue gently flicking at the corner of her mouth—

“Christiana?” She jumped and looked out towards the path. Christopher, her cousin, stood in his usual work suit looking at her disapprovingly. “Shouldn’t you be cleaning up for dinner?” he said in a scolding tone. She restrained a scowl, knowing that he could probably see her clearly enough even in shadow.

“Just came out for a walk, I’ve been working inside all day.” She’d chickened out on her plan to pursue Josef. Roberto had been absent from work all day, and his cell phone just kept ringing. In short, she had not pursued her sudden crush as thoroughly as she could have. She was a Demonesini, and while her family was seen as a bushel of bad apples, her own name held enough credibility to get the information she desired. Her eyes focused on Christopher. It was the likes of him and his father that gave their family their power and curse. Nobody trusted Demonesinis.

Her cousin held out a hand. “Come on then, let’s go back in.”

Good manners and an instinct for self-preservation prompted her to take his offered hand and walk back with him. She followed these directives to a point, then said, “I’m not made of glass. You act like Mom and I will fly away if the wind blows too hard.”

Christopher squeezed her hand in subtle warning and to display his claim. “You both are under my protection now, and our family has many enemies. I will not tolerate seeing anyone in my family harmed.” His eyes looked too shiny, but she doubted he was going to cry. Her cousin had that same hungry glint in his eye as his father. Not hungry like Josef, her gorgeous Josef. She wiped the thought from her mind. Not mine.

She didn’t respond to Christopher’s vow, doing so would probably throw him into a frenzy. His moods were hard to judge, but she had learned to sway him from time to time. Usually he was just simply beyond control. She made sure he released her hand at the door and ran to her room for a clean shirt. Dumping the lightly stained t-shirt into a special hamper, she grabbed a light gray button-up blouse from her closet and picked a small stain of blue paint from her black pants. From artist to wealthy miss in five minutes.

The usual chime echoed through the house telling her dinner was served, and she ran downstairs so as not to be late.

Josef rose the moment the sun went down and thought of Christiana. His Christiana. Forget his parents’ warnings about youth and inexperience, this was the real thing. He walked out of the basement room where his family slept and went up to the living room balcony of the villa they were renting. He let the last of the sunlight fill his sensitive eyes and turned his face to the wind. Christiana cleared his mind of all confusing thoughts and centered him. She made sense. In his world of unknowns and new experiences she felt solid and whole and good. Her smile and voice had filled his dreams in the early morning before he succumbed to the still sleep of his people. Tonight he would see her again. He had to.

His body rippled and shrank into the shape of a large bird. Taking to the air, he concentrated on his goal. Josef chased the sun along the seashore and kept his senses open for any hint of that wild scent. A wayward landside breeze came to him and he almost lost the feel of his wings. His memory of her paled in comparison to this feeling. She was so close…

Finding a shadowy spot in the garden, Josef landed and took the form of a jaguar. He chased the teasing winds until he was within sight of the house, then he no longer needed them. Christiana’s mind was here, shining in front of him. Despite her barrier he sought contact. Christiana, why don’t you come out to the garden?

There was no reply. Josef wasn’t sure he had gotten through and tried again, focusing his power and thoughts with great attention. His family was supposed to be strong, he had to do better than that. There was no replacement for a Carpathian’s instinctual recognition of one’s lifemate—even if he never experienced the earth-shattering clarity of having emotions and color restored to him. He would prove to his whole race that age meant nothing, nature made no mistakes, his lifemate had been given to him now for a reason. She was going to save him from the darkness of a dead heart.

Christiana!

Will you be quiet?! Josef did lose his form momentarily and the jaguar shuddered.

So you can hear me, he responded smugly. She was his for sure, such a strong mental bond without sharing blood. I wasn’t aware of making any noise.

He got nothing else for a few breaths, then a timid, I’m eating dinner with my mother and cousin. I can’t just get up and go…and talking this way hurts. Josef resolved then and there that there would be an exchange of blood before the sun rose. He briefly imagined taking her blood, the feel of her mouth on him as she drank and brought them closer. His furred body shuddered again, but not because of anything unpleasant.

I’ll wait. Can’t interrupt dear Cousin Christopher. Josef gave a toothy grin to the house cat that had come out to explore and it yowled and ran off. Christopher Demonesini’s treatment of his Aunt Toni’s sister had rubbed him the wrong way from the beginning, but now he was the dominant male around Christiana and a direct threat. Josef settled down to wait and entertained himself with all the ways he could rid the world of his life mate’s cousin.

He didn’t have to wait long until an anxious Christiana came flying down the garden steps and into the old maze of green. Again he gave a silent grin. His prey had walked right past. Josef rose to his paws and followed silently. She was moving fast because after he turned into the low maze of bushes he lost sight of her. This maze was only waist high, and he could shift form and looked over the tops, but then she would be able to see him.

He followed her scent along the pebble path until the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and inner alarms screamed at him. A large, black body flew over the hedge and landed on him. Josef snarled and rolled away, coming to his paws and turning to face his attacker. His body froze as if suddenly doused in liquid hydrogen. His attacker was a sleek, dark jaguar like him, and very female. Christiana? He prompted.

The only response he received was a fleeting mind touch filling him with the love of the chase. Christiana was telling him he was ‘it’ now. Josef felt something in him rise up. In a rush he was facing his inner beast, the darker and more instinctive aspect of his psyche he had only touched on briefly in the past. He wanted to run and chase, force her to submit. With a growl too low for human hearing, Josef leapt over the hedge to hunt for his teasing mate.

Byron sat with his agonizing sister and brother-in-law in their living room as they waited for his life mate's brother to get home from a late day at work. Antonietta’s brother Franco was the one member of their family they knew could make the complete change into a jaguar, though they suspected his young daughter would be able to soon. It was a skill they very much discouraged because of the lack of control those who turned jaguar had over their actions. The cat took over, and such a high degree of instinct could override more sophisticated thoughts and emotions.

The silence was stretching thin. “He’s managed to close his mind off to us, Byron, I just don’t know what to do in this situation… Benjamin was never this way, chasing after girls and calling them his life mate,” Eleanor Belandrake murmured. Byron knew this already of course, he’d been reaching for his wayward nephew periodically and felt his life mate doing the same. Once he’d gotten through and felt a disturbing rush of the hunt, but it had been fleeting and not quite strong enough to track.

Opening his eyes he sighed. “We might have to face the fact that she is his life mate. They are young, but if what Antonietta and I said about the jaguar people is true, then there is a very good chance that Christiana and Josef are true life mates.” Antonietta sent him her silent agreement through their bond and went to sit next to Eleanor.

“Eleanor, think about this as a Carpathian instead of as a mother. Young Carpathians do not ‘fall in love’ and then out of it. Jaguar women believe any relationship with a male won’t last—and Christiana I think doubly so given her family.” The two women held each other’s hands and Antonietta kept her voice low. Eleanor’s knuckles were white and her hands caused both women to tremble.

“But…If it’s true…She could break Josef,” Eleanor whimpered. Josef was not her son by blood, but after seeing him through that vulnerable first year of life and watching him grow the need to protect him was no less real.

Antonietta met Byron’s eyes over Eleanor’s head. “Convincing her to believe is Josef’s job.”

Byron smiled sadly and closed his eyes. An echo of the hunt… Boy, I hope you don’t do something foolish, because when you get back we’re going to need to talk about taming wild cats.

Christiana lay crouched in the shadows of a low wall, completely still save for the occasional twitch of the end of her tail. She’d been running and hiding from the male for an hour or so now, and the moon had risen to make the game harder. In the back of her mind she had this strange thought that he was just playing with her. She was too inexperienced at this hunting game to be that good. Wasn’t she?

The sound of breathing behind her caused Christiana to leap forward. A rustling of leaves was the only sign that Josef had jumped over the wall and followed her through the bushes. Right behind her. She considered letting him catch her, and her thoughts did not go past that. Her instincts were guiding her feet as she raced across the back garden and headed into the wild trees at the edge of the property. She knew that here they would not be disturbed.

Just as Christiana figured they were beyond sight and sound, she slid to an abrupt stop. Josef didn’t miss a step and pounced on her back. Their blood was singing with adrenaline and lust. Christiana had no idea what she was actually doing, she was the cat. Her back arched and she pressed back against Josef with a low growl.

Josef abruptly became conscious of what he was doing. The shock of actually catching and beginning to mount Christiana as a beast, woke him out of his haze and he fell to the side. She rolled with him and got up to start the hunt again. Josef caught her eyes and knew Christiana was not in control of herself. I have to do this for us both, he said silently. She froze in shock at hearing human speech again—albeit without physical ears.

He saw the glimmer of understanding in her eyes and sprang forward. Christiana fell back with an alarmed yelp as Josef sank his fangs into her neck. Christiana! Wake up!

…What? It took her a few moments to organize her thoughts into something intelligible. Her body shuddered and began to lose its shape. Not wanting to force the startled young woman to face a wild beast sucking on her neck, Josef released his hold on his own jaguar form. He wrapped his arms around her as she shuddered and took her human form. His mouth stayed locked onto her neck, the contact giving him a powerful link to Christiana’s mind.

Christiana, I know we both enjoyed the game, but we almost went too far. When we join, it shouldn’t be like that. No, Josef wanted to have a mouth to speak the words he’d been reciting over and over in his head. He was surprised at how hard it was to restrain himself from saying them now. Even though his mouth was otherwise occupied, spoken mind to mind the binding words had enough power.

She stirred and he could tell she was disturbed by the thought of what they’d almost done. Josef, we’ve only known each other a matter of days… I’m not like this.

Josef removed his teeth from her neck and licked over the wounds, sealing them. “I know…” his voice came out rough and more seductive than he wanted. “That’s why I stopped. There are things I need to say before we get to that.” He pulled back and met her eyes, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead before resting his own against it as they lay on the ground facing each other. “But now there’s not a question in my mind that you are the woman for me, Christiana. I can have no other.”

Christiana looked at Josef’s serious expression and felt fear take hold. He was so…intense. As an artist who was friends with artists she had thought she was used to that look, but he was that serious about her. It couldn’t last, lust at first chase turning into a lifestyle was not in her reality. She sat up and looked down at Josef as he lay in the leaves, dusted with moonlight as it peeked from between trees.

“Josef, I’m sorry for all this. I’ve led you on and didn’t really mean to.” She had to look away, her eyes resting on his knees as he sat up. How dare a man be so damn graceful. How had she not noticed before?

He reached out and cupped her cheek and she let him. She did resist when he tried raising her face to look at his, but he was not taking no for an answer. Her breath caught in her throat. “Christiana, you weren’t aware of what you were doing, but I can change that.”

She blinked. “What?”

Josef focused on his fingernail until it was razor sharp and cut away the collar of his t shirt to leave his left shoulder and chest bare. His other hand reached for Christiana, but she scooted back out of reach. “What are you doing?” she asked suspiciously.

Once again he caught her eyes. “If you become like me, a Carpathian, not only will you have greater control over changing shape, but you will retain your rational mind.” He wasn’t telling her everything. Christiana could see the fear in his eyes.

“You’re leaving out something, there’s got to be some limits on your power, Josef. Superman had his kryptonite, nuclear power creates nuclear waste.”

Josef felt anxious. He rarely felt unsure of himself, but trying to convince Christiana to make the change to become a Carpathian was mental torture. He wanted to be completely honest, but how could he ask her to give up the sun? When he hit puberty and began to pick up the nocturnal habits of his race, Josef was at first filled with resentment at his situation. His parents and none of the other adults admitted to ever dealing with this yearning to remain in the light. Then he’d embraced it and fallen into romantic vampire stories with a vengeance.

He reached out with both arms and slowly guided Christiana into his lap. She hesitated, was clearly unconformable with this close contact, but he simply held her and rested his head on her shoulder as he watched the night. “Close your eyes and picture a story book shapeshifter. They take the form of many animals and as a result have more powerful instincts than a normal human. Now add to them the powers and banes of Dracula.” Christiana had been relaxing, but now her heart skipped a beat and she grew stiff. Josef tightened his grip a bit. “Turn to mist, super-human reflexes, strength, and senses, the power to mesmerize and hypnotize, the need to feed on blood every night, the inability to stand out in the noontime sun or turn to ash.”

Now that he’d taken her blood, Josef could easily pass Christiana’s mental block and read her emotions and surface thoughts. She was panicking over the Dracula bit, no surprise. His right hand fell from her shoulder and ran along her arm to intertwine with her fingers. Raising her hand up, Josef brought it down to sink into the loam beneath them. “We are Carpathians, totally in tune with the world as hippies and old wise men only think they are. The older, more powerful Carpathians can control the weather, reshape the earth, and heal even the most grievous of physical wounds and illnesses.”

Calling upon his own gifts, Josef let go of Christiana’s hand to reach into the ground and pull out a delicate rose bloom of condensed pebbles. In the moonlight it appeared white, almost shimmering. Christiana reached out and touched a petal, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Josef’s eyes centered on those lips and he brought the rose up to his chest, forcing Christiana to turn in his lap to keep her eyes on it, and his left hand guided her to his lips in a gentle kiss.

He put his softest and purest feelings into that kiss. Christiana tried to pull away, but Josef’s arms had turned to steel bands and held her fast. Let go! She cried in his mind. Josef could feel the shock and denial, even to her his people were too much to believe. He pushed further. GET OUT! Her mental shout was enough to not only knock him back out of her inner heart, but he broke off from his sweet kiss to gasp in shock. She’d kicked him out, but he’d seen enough. Christiana did not fear him for his darkness, but for his potential. Josef couldn’t control the weather or hunt vampires, but he was still young. She didn’t feel ready for that kind of responsibility if just being a jaguar was too much.

He stared into her eyes and relaxed his arms. Christiana shuddered and fell against him, tucking her head under his chin. “Don’t do that…please. My mind is my own, I don’t want you to see all that.”

Josef rubbed her back and stared into the shadowed night. “I can’t help it, Christiana. You are my destined life mate, and as corny as that sounds, it means we need to be in nearly constant contact.” He realized she had no idea what being his life mate meant, and groaned. “How did Uncle Byron do this…?”

Christiana’s shoulders shook in a nearly silently chuckle. She sat up and Josef could see her eyes were warm, but still cautious. “Shouldn’t you try using your father as an example? I would think he’d be better since you’ve seen him with your mother longer than your uncle and new aunt.”

Reaching down for the stone rose, Josef held out the gift to Christiana, who took it. “But my mom was born and raised Carpathian. Aunt Toni is a descendent of the jaguar like you, and Uncle Byron had a field day trying to convince her he wasn’t spouting nonsense.”

Christiana looked up from her inspection of the rose. “You mean the destined life mate stuff? It sounds like something out of a cliché romance novel.”

Josef leaned forward and nuzzled the side of her neck, inhaling her scent. “So are warm-hearted vampires… Which is what you’ll save me from becoming, you know.”

“I thought you weren’t a vampire?”

“I’m not, but male Carpathians lose their emotions and ability to see color after about 200 years. If they don’t find their life mate, the only time they can feel anything is when they kill. Those who give up their souls and kill when they feed are vampires. Other Carpathian males hunt their old friends who turn vampire to keep them from harming others, like my uncle used to.” Christiana nibbled her lower lip as she took this all in.

“If one of your friends becomes a vampire, will you have to hunt them?” she said quietly. Josef shook his head.

“I’m not a hunter, not all Carpathian males have that calling. My uncle doesn’t either, but he had a bit of a crisis with one of his old friends and he put aside his jewel-craft.” He looked down at her pale face and grinned. “I’m an artist. Like the rose?” Christiana blinked and looked down at the cold flower.

“I do…and I don’t. It’s not alive, but the likeness to a living rose is amazing.” She explored the petals and smooth base with her fingertips, amazed that Roberto’s painter friend could make something so beautiful so easily. Christiana pondered this, her emotions calming as she began to believe Josef’s story. She should know better than anyone that the human way of life was not law, but it was still a tad too much. I’ll never learn anything if I just run away, and he does things that shouldn’t be possible.

“What would I need to do to become a Carpathian?” she asked quietly.

Josef grinned. “According to what my elders have said, we need to exchange blood three times.” He tugged at his torn t-shirt. “I didn’t do this for fashion’s sake, but I dunno, does the newly ripped look work for me?” He leaned back and posed his arms like a body builder. Christiana giggled and snuggled closer, her face resting against the side of Josef’s bare shoulder.

“I guess being connected to you by blood wouldn’t be so bad, you always know how to get me out of a grim situation,” she said.

Josef caught her chin and made her look him in the eye. “Not so bad? I’m hurt, but you’ll warm up to me, even our Prince dubbed me as a ‘delightful spirit’ among our kind.”

Christiana looked starry-eyed. “There’s a prince too? I think I really have fallen into a fairy tale.” Josef smiled and leaned in to give her a quick kiss.

“If you’re serious about agreeing to make the change, we can start right now. Uncle Byron said the exchanges need to be spread out over time.” Josef then made a mental note to ask his uncle over how much time.

Christiana looked into Josef’s black eyes and saw a cliff. She was standing at a precipice with one foot raised, almost ready to believe Josef’s explanation, but he was telling her all this because he thought she was his life mate. His heart was in his eyes, and that was what kept her from taking that last step off. She could always stop after two exchanges, right? No commitment just by trying it out.

She sat up and nodded. “Let’s do it.” Josef visibly relaxed and gave her such a warm look Christiana almost melted. He raised a hand to his chest and made a quick cut over his heart. Warm blood trickled down his torso and sparkled like liquid silver as the moonlight hit it. Christiana swallowed nervously and quickly changed position so that instead of sitting in Josef’s lap she was straddling his legs. She flicked a nervous look up at Josef, and he gave her a surprisingly serious nod. Then her mouth closed over the wound.

Josef gasped at the feeling of her mouth drinking from him. His veins filled with fire and he shuddered with the strength of the feeling. She pulled back slightly, but his hand shot up and caught the back of her head to keep her down. “It’s alright…just a bit intense.” Christiana just felt nervous. Josef’s blood tasted like blood, but the bitter, coppery taste she expected was very mild and almost pleasant. When he jumped she wasn’t expecting him to say it was ‘intense.’ She’d licked her own wounds and never gotten a rush. A Carpathian-Dracula thing?

Her lips sealed her mouth to his skin again and she starting to drink. Her tongue darted across the wound instinctively to keep it from clotting and to get a better taste. Josef groaned and his hand tightened in her hair, the other wrapping around her waist and holding her closer.

The gentle suckling and tasting became heated. Christiana began to lightly nip the cut to get more, and even managed to slither down Josef’s body to lap up the trail of red that had dripped to the edge of his ripped shirt. She paused to growl at it a moment before gripping it in both hands and pulling it open to get the last drop before rising to treat the cut again. His taste was causing heat to gather in her stomach in a nearly painful way.

Josef took this brief pause to lick his thumb and apply his healing saliva to the cut to seal it and dragged her up into a hungry kiss. Christiana’s blood-lusting mind fell into a passionate lust easily and she opened her mouth to him. Josef slid his hands under the edge of her shirt to slide along the skin of her back. His tongue flicked out a few times to barely brush her lips and teeth for a taste of his own blood on her before she let out a whimper and he claimed her lips.

Her hot, moist mouth tasted like heaven to him. Christiana’s own tongue stroked against his and he growled. Mine! Mustn’t say the words… Josef’s nature and instincts were battling it out as his passion rose. Her blood remained in the corners of his mouth, the perfect aphrodisiac. The fire in his blood had turned his skin hot and sensitive. Clothes brushed painfully against his body as he sought Christiana’s hot flesh. He gently unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra as his mouth began to tease and nip at her face. Once her clothing was loose he rolled and tipped them both over so he lay on top of her between her legs.

Christiana was panting and her lips were swollen from his kisses, perhaps a bit red from his blood as well. She saw his shadowed form so clearly above her, felt his hard body along hers, and could feel her bra falling off one shoulder, but didn’t want to stop. This feeling was thrilling, extremely enjoyable, probably a bad idea in the long run, but it felt so good! She did feel some kind of connection with this man above her. His touch on her skin made it tingle and the rush in her gut was turning into a burning. His taste had so quickly rid her mind of any thought, any control. She was playing with fire.

She didn’t think she should take that next step. “Josef, this is all hap—” He cut her off, striking with the speed of a snake to silence her. They’d come too far, and he was no longer the one in complete control. Josef’s nature had come around to the beast’s point of view, and the beast wanted Christiana by his side now and forever. Whether she agreed that the timing was right was irrelevant, the time had been decided for her the instant they met.

Josef ground his arousal against her heat and Christiana moaned into his mouth. His lips twitched up into a smirk, pleased with the effect he had on her. With one hand he kept a majority of his weight off her as the other deftly lifted away her bra and tossed it aside. The cool air hitting Christiana’s heated skin made her shiver. Then Josef was trailing licks and gentle kisses down her throat, licking over the place he’d bitten before, and moving on to blow on her exposed nipple.

Christiana’s pale eyes shot open and her back arched up, eager for his touch. Josef licked the rosy bud once before moving to the next and taking it into the heat of his mouth. Christiana gasped and her whole body bowed upward trying to get closer, her thighs coming up to clench Josef’s sides so he let out a groan. He could feel her heat through their clothes, and that was just way too many layers.

With a snarl he realized he didn’t have the clarity of mind to just will her clothing away, and would have to settle for something slower. He slid lower on Christiana’s body, running his sharpened fangs down her torso to her stomach, flicking his tongue in her belly button before moving on to the waistline of her pants.

It didn’t take much effort for him to pop the button and tear the zipper. He did have to reach back and get Christiana’s legs to release him before he yanked her free of the bothersome clothing and was on her again. He ran his hands up her legs, sliding his fingers in to her soft inner thigh until he cupped her heat in his right hand. His fingers pressed experimentally and Christiana moaned as her legs clamped around him. A quick pull on her panties tore them away and he ran his hand down into her curls.

Christiana’s head was spinning as her body began to burn. Everywhere Josef’s hands and mouth went suddenly became super sensitive and each touch became erotic. When he removed her pants she realized he still had his clothes on and she had a craving for skin. As he worked his way back up she ran her fingers through his midnight hair and down his neck to his shoulders. His shirt was already torn in front from earlier, so as he ripped away her panties she let out a cry and managed to tear away the rest of the shirt. Her hands immediately began to reach for his chest, sliding over smooth, firm shapes that were entirely male.

Josef felt Christiana’s hands on his chest and moaned. He was already painfully aroused, and it seemed she was just as eager to touch him as he was her. What kind of life mate would he be to deny her that? With a moment of thought his remaining clothing vanished and he darted in to give Christiana a hungry kiss as their bodies met flesh to flesh for the first time. Hot skin met hot skin and their movements became almost frantic. Both stroked each other’s bodies and nipped and kissed wherever they could reach, all while trying to press themselves closer.

Christiana shot up to bite and nibble Josef’s ear, then continued to give the side of his neck the same treatment and suck gently at the welts that formed. She flexed her leg muscles and rubbed herself against Josef’s hot arousal, letting him feel how wet she’d become. Josef grabbed her hips and pulled back to look down at his woman as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was as yet untouched, he had the pleasure of being her one and only. He was going to do this the right way.

Meeting her lust-filled eyes with his own dark pools of intense hunger, he said in a rough voice, “I claim you as my life mate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be placed above my own. You are my life mate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care.” Christiana’s eyes flickered as she felt something inside herself shift.

“Josef—Ah!” Her moment of lucidity fell away as he slammed forward and filled her quickly. She gripped his shoulders with pale hands and could feel his tense muscles tremble as he remained still inside her. It was a shock, her body had never before been so…full. His hard length stretched her to an almost painful extent, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, she wanted him to do it again. Christiana’s legs shifted and he slid in slightly deeper, making them both growl.

Unable to hold back any longer, Josef withdrew part way and slid back into her hot sheath slowly. Christiana moaned and legs tensed to try and bring him in closer. He pulled out further and went back just as slowly, making Christiana squirm. “Josef! Please!” she gasped, catching his eyes.

He smirked and lay against her, sucking on her neck before whispering against her ear, “Please what, Love?”

Christiana shivered and gasped out, “Faster, Josef. Please…” He gave her a kiss, nibbling on her lip as he began to slowly draw himself out again. She whimpered as he drew almost all the way out of her body, but abruptly shoved his tongue into her mouth as he thrust in hard. Her scream was caught in his throat and he growled as he pulled out and repeated the motion with his tongue mimicking it.

Their bodies shone with sweat as Josef and Christiana tried to press closer and closer together with each motion. Josef broke off the kiss to gently bite Christiana’s neck and she let out a scream that was almost a snarl. The intense fire in her blood and abdomen were part of an almost unbearable tension, and now she felt as if he’d just shocked her with lightning. The pain of the bite was turned into just one more sensual touch…that lingered. As he drank her walls began to ripple and her eyes gazed straight up at the sky overhead.

“Josef!” she cried out as she came, hard. He pried his mouth away from her neck, licking the wound to close it as Christiana’s inner walls gripped him like a silken vise. He gripped her leg under the knee and brought it over his shoulder as he started slamming into her. Christiana gasped and moaned until she felt the tension build again, terrifyingly fast.

With another scream she came again, only this time Josef felt her body contract around him and he felt his body let go. With only one more penetrating thrust he released his seed deep into her welcoming womb and they collapsed, exhausted, in the light of a setting moon.

Josef rolled to lie on his side and wrapped his arms protectively around Christiana as his nose settled in her nest of brown hair. As his breath and heart quickly calmed he became aware of the fact that all that protected his life mate from the sticks and pebbles on the ground was the back of her dress shirt he’d never completely removed. Closing his eyes, Josef created a thick blanket underneath them and another on top.

Once he was done, he looked down at the woman in his arms and smiled. Christiana had cuddled up close and fallen asleep. Too bad, he was eager to try something more, but it could wait. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. Yes, she was his now, they had all the time in the world.

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Sorry for the wait, but there’s nothing like being an insomniac with a panic disorder to kill your inspiration. >.>; Again, constructive criticism is appreciated—as well just leaving your sign so I know I’m not the only one reading these books!
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