Shackled to the Night, page 21
He couldn’t take it. He went toward the bathroom, shucking his boots and clothes as he went. He had to be with Emily, and he was done waiting.
As he opened the door, his breath actually left his lungs, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Through the steam and glass, he could make out the outline of Emily in the shower. Her back arched, her arms above her head massaging the water into her hair. The water streamed down the front of her body and ran off her erect nipples, just as he had imagined. She hummed a light tune, something he couldn’t quite place. He just stared, amazed and humbled at the gift he had been given
Turning to face him, she lazily opened the door. She didn’t speak, just closed her eyes, lathered the soap in her hands and began rubbing the bubbles on her body. She started at her full breasts, gently caressing them, and then taking one in each hand. She languidly rubbed each pink nipple, and let out a soft moan. Her hands moved down over her ribs, slowly circling, leaving a soft trail of soapy white bubbles. She caressed her belly, then her hip-bones. As she moved her hands to the inside of her thighs right at her sex, she moaned again.
Thaddeus watched her from the door, unable to move. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and watching her touch herself made him feel like he was watching exquisite art come to life. He worshipped her every curve. He was fascinated by the way her hands moved as she caressed her silky white skin, almost as if in their own private dance, swaying back and forth. Her mouth parted as she let out a little moan as her hands gently brushed the apex of her sex. Thaddeus felt himself sway, and put his hand on the doorjamb to steady himself.
Emily’s eyes opened, and his heart stopped. Those eyes pierced the steam in the bathroom, and delved into his soul. She licked her lips as her gaze swept over him slowly, her eyes coming to rest at his full arousal jutting out from his hips. She smiled like a cat about to eat the mouse, and reached her hands out to him.
Thaddeus found his legs and went to her, stepping into the shower. She brought him up to her body, and melded herself to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to hers. Their kiss was long, tender, warm and full of love. She stepped back, bringing him under the spray with her, her soapy hands doing their dance over his huge chest, down to his abdomen. They leisurely made their way lower, slipping on either side of his fully-erect cock, and resting on his muscular thighs.
Thaddeus’s breathing came in rasps. “You’re torturing me,” he breathed as his hands wrapped around the nape of her neck to pull her in for another kiss. She kissed him deeply, her hands still exploring, and then she went to her knees, her eyes never leaving his.
She took his shaft in her hand and ran her hand from the tip to the base, taking his heavy sack in her other hand. Her tongue slowly swirled the tip of his cock, and then she took him into her mouth.
Thaddeus watched as long as he could, and then threw his head back and put his hand on the shower wall for balance.
“Oh Christ, Emily,” he gasped.
She was relentless. Licking, sucking, her mouth warm, soft and so wet. Her hands roamed from his chest down to his shins, squeezing his muscles, exploring his hard plains. She brought them around to his ass, and pulled him in deeper to her mouth.
“Ah fuck. Emily. Fuck!” Thaddeus pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. He backed her up against the marble of the shower, one hand on her breast, his other wrapped around her waist.
She gasped as his mouth found her nipple and she dug her fingers in his hair, holding his head to her breast.
He slowly brought his head up and looked down at her. “I want to be gentle with you,” he said, his voice like gravel.
When she didn’t answer and a look of confusion crossed her face, he said, “The babe. I don’t want to hurt the babe. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Emily smiled. “The babe will be fine.” She brought her mouth up to his ear, her tongue swirling around his neck, then his earlobe, and whispered, “And if you think I am going to go the next nine months being treated like some fine breakable piece of china, you are sadly mistaken.” Her mouth then moved down to his neck and she found his pulse. She kissed the area, and then bit him hard enough to make him bleed.
Thaddeus roared, his whole body rigid. He held her to him while she lapped at the blood dripping out of the bite wound. He lifted her legs, slid her hot sheath around him, and began long, slow strokes in and out of her.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Emily,” he said huskily.
Thaddeus had no control. His vampire side was out, and there wasn’t any getting the choke collar on it again. The bite had done it. Never would he have thought that she would bite him. After the initial shock and shot of pain, it had sent him over the edge, pleasure ripping through him with every lap of her tongue. Now he was going on instinct of a creature that had existed since the beginning of time, and the creature demanded that he mark her as his.
He slipped out of her and spun her around, placing her hands on the marble. He kicked her legs apart, brought her hips back to his and with a snarl, drove himself deep within her.
Thaddeus grabbed her around the waist and was relentless, sliding in and out, getting harder and thicker as he did so.
“Oh my God. Thaddeus,” she breathed. “Harder.”
And he obliged.
He pumped into her with ferocity. He watched himself slide in and out of her slick heat, the beads of water jittering over her back to the shower floor.
He brushed the hair off her neck to the side. As she crested over the edge, Thaddeus pulled her neck back toward him and struck. He was not gentle about it; he couldn’t be because of his instincts. As he drove himself into her harder and faster, in a total frenzy, he let the sweet nectar of blood slide down his throat. His vision had gone black for a moment, and he didn’t know what he did, or to whom, until his cock jerked and he exploded his seed into Emily again and again. It was only then that he realized he held Emily in his arms, both of them panting.
As his brain came back online, he felt awful of the way he had treated her. He’d been much too rough. He looked at the trickle of blood that trailed down her throat.
“Ah, shit,” he said, lapping at the puncture wounds to close them. “Emily, I’m so sorry.” He held her to his chest for a moment, listening to her heavy breathing. “It’s just when you bit me, well, I just lost it. Fuck. Emily, please forgive me.”
She didn’t answer, so he slowly turned her around, afraid to see what would be on her face. Surely he had hurt her. If not from the rough sex, then the way he had scored her neck. Would she be crying? Would she be angry? Had he messed things up already, only a few hours after claiming her his Eternal Mate?
He looked down at her face, and a slow smile played over her lips as she looked up at him. “That was amazing,” she whispered, placing her cheek on his big chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Incredible. If biting you can give us sex like that, I’m going to chew you raw.”
He smiled into her hair, feeling his ego inflate. “That good, huh?” he said.
“Amazing. I don’t think I can stand up.”
“So what about the other times we have been together?” he asked, now feeling his ego deflate a little. “No good?”
He heard her laugh, and she looked up at him, smiling. “Thaddeus, every time we have been together has been amazing. You are the most wonderful lover I have ever had. It’s like we are made to be together, like our bodies fit. Don’t you think?”
He stared into her eyes, and knew in his heart that she was right. They were made to be together. He had found his other half.
“Let me clean you up, wife,” he said, giving her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. He grabbed the soap and began soaping her back. He held on to her waist as he brought the bar to her front, gently swishing the bubbles around her breasts, her stomach, and down to her sex. She held on to the wall as he reverently washed between her legs, down to her calves and her toes. He stood up and looked down into her eyes.
“You know, I think I may like you a little bit,” he said with a crooked grin.
She beamed at him, and gently touched his face, not saying anything, but her eyes gave him her answer. She loved him wholly and completely, and that made his heart swell.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he said gruffly, “the mother of my babe needs proper rest.” He turned off the water and reached for two black terrycloth towels. He wrapped her up in one, and then put one around his waist, and they stepped from the shower. He got a smaller towel and patted her hair dry, and then grabbed the comb he had seen her use before and combed out her hair until it ran smooth.
He led her over to the bed and pulled back the big black comforter. “In,” he said.
She slipped between the sheets and he followed. She settled in next to him, her head resting on his chest, her leg thrown over his, her hand tracing the flat plane of his stomach. He mentally turned off the light, plunging them into total darkness.
“Do you want a candle going?” he whispered.
“Mmm, yes,” she whispered back, and he flared up the one that smelled of soothing lavender.
They laid in the dark for a few moments. Thaddeus sent up another prayer to The Creator, thanking him for the beautiful gift of Emily and Brandon. He had never felt so complete. There had been a part missing from his make-up for so long, as if one or two pieces of his jigsaw puzzle were missing, but he had finally found them, making him whole.
Emily. His light to the darkness deep inside of him.
His hand lazily traced up and down her arm, just as hers did on his stomach. As he lay there, basking in his newfound love and life, half asleep, he felt her hand move below the towel. As she grabbed him, his eyes shot open.
“Emily?” he questioned. God, did she really want more sex after what they had just done in the shower?
He heard her laugh. “What can I say? I can’t get enough of you.” She looked up at him her eyes shining in the candlelight.
As her hand slid up and down his shaft in a slow, torturous rhythm, Thaddeus couldn’t look away from her. “I love you, you know,” he said hoarsely.
She cupped him, and he groaned and closed his eyes. “What has gotten into you?”
She bunched her shoulders. “Must be the pregnancy hormones.”
He looked down at her, his eyes wide. “Are you going to be like this throughout the pregnancy? If so, you may very well kill me.”
She sat up and threw her towel to the floor. She straddled his knees and opened his towel to reveal his very hard shaft.
“Are you saying you can’t keep up with me?” she said, a coy smile playing on her lips as she stood him up.
“I’ll keep up with you female,” he growled while his hips bucked as she slid down him, engulfing him in the sweet, soft, flames of her body.
She slowly rocked back and forth, her hands cupping her breasts as she looked down at him. “I don’t think anyone has ever died from making love too much,” she said softly. She bent down to kiss Thaddeus, her hair spilling around them.
“Let’s give it a shot,” he snarled, as her lips met his.
Two Days Later
Thaddeus looked around the Great Room. His whole house was in controlled chaos, directed by Emily. He watched as she leaned over the table with the contractor, showing him exactly where she wanted the walls erected. They had discussed in length on whether to wall off certain parts of the room, and had come to the conclusion that for everyone’s sanity, it would be better. Cy had already complained about the Wii going when he was trying to work, and everyone complained when things kicked up in the kitchen and food was prepared. The banging and rattling of the pots and pans when someone was cooking in the kitchen got on everyone’s nerves. On the other side of the room, Brandon and Robert were hunched over some math books that Emily had purchased. Every now and then she shot them a glare that translated into, “get back to work.”
Thaddeus walked back in to what used to be the dining room. It had become known as Central Control, the heart of information on their mission of bringing down Victor Marano. Emily had scoffed at the idea that the big hand-carved oak dining room table stay in the room, so she had Thaddeus, Cy, and Mark move it out. After directing the males to move all the furniture in the Great Room again and again, and one more time for good measure, she finally found a place for the big table and declared the area the dining room. They then went and bought a huge conference table for Central Control.
Thaddeus had also decided that they would need a housekeeper. All of them were too busy to worry about groceries, cooking and cleaning. After much discussion with Emily and Cy, it was decided that the housekeeper would not be human. Cy had put some feelers out, and had found a male vampire named Hugo living on the Eastern Seaboard who was looking for a change. Not only did he cook and clean, he liked kids, and he was also proficient in martial arts, which pleased Thaddeus. Thaddeus thought the male almost too perfect, but Emily and Cy had convinced him to give Hugo a try. Cy was having him flown out within the next couple of days.
Cy and Thaddeus had gone out the previous night looking for any sign of Aiden. Cy had found a possible match of a man brought to the hospital downtown, but the records ended with the intake form. It was as if someone had specifically, if not hastily, erased the rest of the records from the hospital’s system. Aiden hadn’t arrived at the strip club when he said he was going there. Thaddeus and Cy questioned the dancers, and none of them had seen Aiden. Since all of the dancers were all on a very friendly first name basis with Thaddeus, he was certain they were telling the truth. They were at a dead end.
After a brief discussion with Mark on Aiden’s whereabouts, Mark assured everyone that Aiden was fine, and he was right where he was supposed to be. Thaddeus’s vision went red, and hallucinations of ripping Mark’s throat out danced before his eyes. He was damn tired of hearing that line, and he wanted exact answers, especially if Aiden was in trouble or hurt in some way. None were coming from the angel, but Mark did disappear for a few hours after that discussion.
Thaddeus paced the length of the room, his body tight all over. He felt the stress of the situation wrap itself around every muscle and tendon in his body. He had some psychopath turning kids into his own private army to decimate the human race, and his brother had gone missing while looking for that psychopath. And then there was this mortal enemy that Mother Nature had talked about. He was certain that Victor Marano didn’t hold the whole mortal enemy title—he was just some stupid vampire who thought himself larger than life. He would be easy to dispose of if they could ever find the cocksucker. Thaddeus supposed that the mortal enemy would eventually introduce itself, so no use wasting energy on worrying about that. He had other matters that were a little more pressing.
“Oh for fuck sakes,” he muttered under his breath. He looked over at Cy. His hands were flying over the keyboards of two computers simultaneously.
He thought about his mother and the rest of those God forsaken Council members up in that cave. Mother Nature had pissed Mommy off, and that was never a good thing. He could see her stewing over it, and wanting to wreak some havoc for Thaddeus and his brothers. He couldn’t allow that to happen.
“We need to make sure that cave is sealed where The Council rests,” he said to Cy.
Cy nodded. “Agreed. Working on it as we speak. Trying to locate the other brothers. Haven’t heard from any of them in quite a while.”
Thaddeus went to the door to watch Emily.
He watched her gesture to the contractor, her blonde waves swaying across her lower back. As she lifted her arms above her head, her t-shirt grew tight around her breasts, which were getting fuller. And more sensitive. And he loved it. He also noticed the contractor admiring her chest. A growl escaped his throat, his fangs punching through his gums, and he felt the urge to make the contractor permanently blind.
Emily turned to him. She gave him that special smile as she continued to talk to the contractor, her eyes boring into him, stopping his heart. The look told him to cool the male macho stuff, because she was his, and his alone. In such a short time she had turned his miserable existence into one of happiness. She had filled the husk of his heart with love and family. She had also turned his big, empty house into home.
“Looks like I may have a lead on Jude,” Cy said.
Thaddeus turned back toward Cy. Jude. Thaddeus hadn’t seen Jude in over fifty years.
“Not sure though. It’s going to take a while,” Cy said, shaking his head, turning to another computer.
Thaddeus turned back to watch Emily. As she smiled at him again, she winked, and turned her attention back to the contractor. Despite everything that had happened the past couple of days, and no matter what happened in the future, he knew that he could always turn to Emily, his love, the woman who brought peace to his heart.
Books By Carly Fall
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
The Dark Forces Series - in reading order
Shackled to the Night
Hidden in the Night
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
The Six Saviors Series - in reading order
The Light Within Me
Finding My Faith
REBORN
Beverly’s Rebirth
Destiny’s Shift
Contemporary Romance
Time or Money
Chica Bella
Fall, Carly, Shackled to the Night
