The Monhagan Chronicles: Prelude

Chapter 11

Audrey

There aren’t words for the ecstasy that was Dean’s blood combined with Bain’s life essence. One swallow wiped away the frenzy and the pain. Heat burned through my body in the most delicious way possible and shot straight to my core. The discomfort from my instantly damp panties didn’t even register. However, the bulge in his pants most definitely did. I was now wild from a different hunger.

I took another long pull from his neck and rocked my hips forward, grinding against him. The friction and the pressure made me moan so loudly I was sure people across town could hear me but I didn’t care. My world collapsed into a small bubble that contained only us. With one hunger sated I removed my fangs from his neck and licked away the blood remaining on his skin.

My hips rocked forward again, sliding the most intimate parts of us against each other. Dean’s moan at the action tantalized me. I wanted to hear it again. His hands on my lower back trailed down to my hips as I rocked again. Another moan was my reward. His hands were soft on my hips, not guiding, not restricting my movement. I was all too aware of his touch and the effect it had on my body. I wanted more. I wanted him to consume me in the best possible way.

I threaded my hands into his hair receiving another soft moan. A fire had been lit inside me. Our faces were so close together I could feel his stubble on my cheek. I turned my head, allowing my lips to brush his jaw as my hips continued the slow rock back and forth. Using my hands in his hair I tilted his head back, rising up and slamming my lips against his. It was not a gentle kiss. It was filled with passion, longing, and all the s****l frustration I felt since I dreamed of him. To my surprise he answered it in kind. As his fingers dug into my hips, pushing me down harder into his lap, his lips and tongue worked against mine. One of his hands moved up into my hair grabbing a fist full of my auburn locks. I felt sharp tingles at my scalp from the tightness of his grip on my hair.

Before I could really decide if I liked the slight pain the world spun and I was on my back. The kiss was never broken. I lifted my hips as he began to grind against me. At this point I knew I was impossibly wet, I had never been this turned on before. And I still wanted more. More of him, more of this kiss, just more. My clothing began to irritate as it was a barrier between myself and what I wanted most in this moment.

Dean let out a groan, deepening the kiss slightly then pulling back. “We should stop. This isn’t right, I won’t take advantage of you.”

My lust filled brain struggled to understand what he was saying. Stop? Why on Earth would I want to stop now? I tried to pull his lips back to mine but he lifted himself off of me with ease. I wanted to growl from the frustration coursing through me.

“You can’t take advantage of someone that’s more than willing.” I snapped.

“Audrey, love, being in the throes of lust caused by feeding is much similar to being drunk off alcohol. You say yes now but when you come back to yourself you realize you didn’t want it.” Dean stood at the window with his back to me. 

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to strangle him or use him as my own personal jungle gym more at this point. My body was wound so tightly I felt I might explode. I took a deep breath and considered what he was saying. I knew what he was worried about, I understood the dilemma. So I took stock of my mental facilities. I knew what it felt like to be drunk, hell I was hammered the first time we met. My mind had clear enough from the fog of lust for me to be absolutely certain that I wasn’t incapacitated. I knew without a doubt that this is what I wanted. I just had to convince him of this fact.

“I’m not some drunk teenager at a party throwing myself at every guy walking by. I’m a woman who damn well knows exactly what I want. You’re the one that keeps going hot and cold. One minute you look at me like you want me, touch me like you need it, then as soon as something starts you pull back. Do you want me or not?”

I climbed out of the bed and stalked over to him when he neither answered nor turned in my direction. I slid a hand up his back, feeling him stiffen at my touch. He didn’t pull away, yet he still didn’t acknowledge my question. So I walked around to stand in front of him. His eyes were tight, seeming haunted. What demons did he hide from me?

“I want you.” I stared into his eyes praying he believed me.

Wanting nothing more than to remove that sorrowful look from his eyes I leaned up on my toes and pulled his head down into a kiss. It started gentle, a bare brushing of our lips. I felt his resolve snap as his arms encircled me. He pulled me against his chest, growling as he deepened the kiss. He pushed me back into the wall, his lips never leaving mine. His hands moved down to my thighs lifting me up to wrap my legs around his hips. My arms wrapped around his neck.

His hands went to the hem of my shirt and jerked it off over my head, disconnecting our lips only long enough to remove it. How he managed to get it off me with my back pressed so hard against the wall and my front plastered to him I have no idea. There wasn’t even room for air between us. One of his hands went to one breast while the other trailed heat down my side before cupping my ass. 

Not having fully come down from our last interaction I felt the need within me come back with a vengeance. I would like to say I moaned softly but of course it was loud and almost feverish. The sounds I made left no doubt as to what I was craving. Just in case he had any more doubts as to whether or not I wanted this I grabbed the front of his shirt in both hands and ripped it, sending buttons flying in all directions.

Have you ever tried to undress someone while they held you pinned to a wall? It’s not easy. With my legs wrapped around his hips I used the little leverage I had to push his lower body out enough to reach the zipper of his jeans. Halfway through he realized what I was doing and lifted me higher with both hands on my thighs. Thank you vampire strength. When the button and zipper were taken care of he pressed me back into the wall and his lips left mine to trail kisses and small bites down my neck sucking my skin between his teeth every so often. He was definitely leaving marks but I didn’t care.

His lips trailed back up to mine but paused millimeters from mine. I could feel his ragged breaths fanning across my lips. I whimpered quietly and opened my eyes. He was staring at me. I couldn’t quite decide what emotion was swirling in his green eyes.

“I’m not a gentle person, Audrey.” He spoke quietly, almost like an apology.

“Good.” I said, slamming my lips back to his. 

I didn’t want gentle. I wanted this passion, this heat. I needed to walk that fine line between pleasure and pain. It was what I craved. I wasn’t some good little girl looking for romance and flowers. I was a vixen that needed to be dominated. I decided then and there that I wouldn’t feel guilty for liking the things I liked in the bedroom. I wouldn’t be shamed by my own needs.

He growled, biting my bottom lip. Then pulled me away from the wall. In one move he spun around and tossed me back onto the bed. f**k, that was hot. He removed his ripped shirt as he stalked to the bed. When he reached the edge he kicked his shoes off and slowly climbed onto the mattress. My eyes were glued to him as he crawled on top of me, pushing me back into the pillows. Then his lips claimed mine again. Languidly he explored every part of my mouth with his tongue, making my toes curl and my desire rise.

When his mouth left mine again he trailed kisses down my chest to my stomach and further. He reached the top of my jeans then worked the button and zipper. I lifted my hips so he could pull them off. I was left in nothing but my lacy bra and panties. His eyes trailed along my body and he groaned. He stripped off his pants and laid back on top of me. He began kissing and sucking on every inch of my exposed skin. Paying special attention to the swells of my breasts. With a growl he grabbed my bra and I heard the tearing of fabric seconds before it was gone.

Dean sucked one n****e into his mouth, scraping his teeth against the hardened bud. I moaned, arching my back at the sensation. Another rip prefaced the removal of my panties. His lips came back to mine for another scorching kiss while his hands went to my hips. He slammed into me in one move, forcing me to take his entire length. I screamed into his mouth. His thumb moved between my legs to rub against my c**t and pushed me over the edge. I exploded into the hardest orgasm I had ever had.

Dean gave me all of two seconds to come down before he started moving. He didn’t lie, it wasn’t gentle. It was so gloriously not gentle. He yanked my arms above my head and held them there with one hand around my wrists. His other hand moved down to my breasts, pinching first one n****e then the other as he slammed into me again and again. I rocked my hips upward trying to take him into me as far as I could. My legs began to tremble. I was already so close to another orgasm. He pinched my n****e again, twirling it between his fingers. I screamed out in bliss as the waves of orgasm washed over me.

Dean pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. “This time you will come when I say, understand?”

I nodded feverishly as the only sounds I was currently capable of were moans. Then he thrust back into me, pulling my hips back into him. It was so much like my dream. The pace, the rhythm. The way he felt inside me. Our moans mingling in the air around us. His hand threaded through my hair, pulling my head back. A glorious pleasure pain. He leaned down trailing kisses along my shoulder and neck. His other hand moved from my hip to rub against my c**t. It was all I could do to not come. His pace picked up and became more erratic.  

“Come for me, love.”

With one final thrust I came, feeling as his seed spilled within me. He continued to kiss my neck and shoulder lightly, reverently. I collapsed onto the bed and rolled onto my side. Dean laid down beside me and pulled me into him, sliding one arm under my head and wrapping the other around my waist. As I drifted off to sleep one thing I knew for sure, That was the best damn s*x I had ever had.