Legacy of Blood - By J. L. McCoy Page 0,24

or stay and watch. I don’t give a fuck what you do, but close those fucking doors!” I growled out right before I roughly pushed Archer down onto the couch and flashed on top of him. The wooden frame snapped as soon as Archer landed on it, but I didn’t care; I’d apologize later for breaking it.

I straddled his lap and he growled as I hungrily licked and nibbled at his neck; his manly scent and arousal sending me into an even more frantic frenzy. I fisted his hair and ran my still bloody tongue across his bottom lip, inviting him to have a taste of Jason.

Archer captured my tongue in his mouth and sucked on it, cleaning it of any trace of Jason, as he gripped my ass possessively and pulled me tighter to him. I shamelessly gyrated against him as I completely lost myself to lust and need. I was fire, burning desire, and only one thing could sate my wild flame.

I started pulling at his pants in a desperate attempt to free what I wanted most, but his sudden hand on mine stopped me.

“What?” I panted against his lips as I tried again to get his button unfastened. “Take them off. I want to fuck you. I NEED to fuck you.”

“Skye, no,” he said gently as he pushed my shoulders back. I didn’t understand and I tried to claw my way back to him. “Stop, love. Stop for a moment. You really don’t want to do this. It’s just the leftover excitement and lust from the blood.”

“No, it’s not,” I argued with him as I rolled my hips against his massively hard member and tried to kiss him again. “I want you… only you. I need you, Archer.”

Archer flashed up and turned over so that I was lying down on the couch and he was on top of me. His hands were holding my wrists above my head and he was breathing heavily as he looked down at me. “This isn’t right, Skye,” he explained gently. “You just awoke and you are experiencing the world for the first time. Your emotions are controlling you right now, not your mind. I can’t make love to you Skye. If I did, I would be taking advantage of you and I don’t want that… you don’t want that either. As much as this kills me, I have to say no to you.”

“Archer, please,” I begged in a desperate whine as I writhed underneath him, fully consumed with lust, and wrapped my legs around his hips. “I want this. I promise.”

Archer looked tortured as he stared down at me; lust and common sense warred with each other behind his eyes. “You’ll hate me later if I give in to you, Skye,” he explained as he started to get up.

I fisted his shirt to stop him. “Don’t leave me,” I whispered with wide, fraught eyes. “Please don’t leave me.” He immediately relented and cupped my cheek with one hand as he hitched my thigh up with the other, getting more comfortable between my legs.

“I’ll never leave you, Skye,” he whispered my name like a benediction, “never. You’re mine now. You will always be mine. You are a part of me and I am a part of you. My blood is your blood.”

I sobbed once; the immense relief I felt upon hearing his words was indescribable. I realized that my connection to Archer now was much deeper than it had been when I was human. It was hard to fully comprehend, but it was like my blood recognized him and craved him; craved his attention, affection, and approval and pulled me to him like it wanted to be whole with him again.

Archer smiled as he read my thoughts. “What you are feeling is the bond that is made between maker and child. It’s like this for all my children,” he whispered gently as he lightly stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

“Do all your children want to fuck you too?”

Archer laughed and shook his head. “No, love. I told you that what you are feeling is the leftover excitement from feeding. Take a deep breath and concentrate on centering your emotions. The lust you feel will soon subside.”

I highly doubted that it would but did as he asked. I closed my eyes and took a few, slow deep breaths. I focused on calming things like warm bubble baths, lounging in a gently swaying hammock, and the feel of the mid-day sun