“No,” she said. “It couldn’t have been that easy. It wasn’t. He was going to come for me, and he was going to turn you into what he was.”
“He’s been the Rougarou since nineteen fifty-two,” Kieran said. His eyes rolled back once more, but he was becoming more alert now.
“What? He told you that?”
“He told me other things, too.”
“Such as?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Kieran reached up and let his hand hover inches from her face. “He was going to kill you, to free me. I told him no. I didn’t need his services.”
Elisabeth settled back on his legs. She dropped her hands. “Why?”
Kieran kissed her.
Elisabeth recoiled at the touch, but when she looked back into his eyes, something pulled her in again, something bigger than her, or him, and this time, she initiated the kiss.
This human had saved her life, when she’d brought him here to take his. He’d shown her a humanity she feared she’d lost in herself.
Elisabeth brought her hands back to his face, spreading her fingers over his temples as she wound them up through his dark red hair, deepening the kiss. Beneath her, he throbbed under his denim and she ground against him, all the while wondering who she was, what she was doing, how this moment was happening at all.
Kieran flipped her and laid her back against the couch. As he hovered over her, desire burning in his eyes, Elisabeth freed herself of everything it was to be a de Blanchefort. She snaked her hands between his legs to release him, knowing very well what it would mean, where it would lead, and wanting it anyway, more than she’d wanted anything in so long.
A flicker of surprise passed over his face when her hand encircled his cock.
“Yes, Kieran, vampires can still do this, too.”
With one hand, he lifted her dress and pushed her panties aside. His hesitation was brief, as he searched her eyes for permission. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and with a soft moan, he entered her.
Elisabeth cried out as he guided the length of his cock into her, retreating slowly, thrusting back in with a sharp show of force. It had been so long since she’d lain with a man, and she had never, not once, lain with one as a vampire.
“God, you feel good,” he whispered as his pace quickened. She looked down to see his thickness slide in, out, and the sight of it made her grow even wetter.
Kieran pulled the dress over her head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it around gently between his teeth as he sucked. She wound her hands behind his head, encouraging him to be rougher with her, and he responded to her command by biting down, sending a sharp thrill of pleasure straight to her head.
He reached a hand between her legs and twisted through two fingers. Elisabeth bit down as a new wave of pleasure soared through her. He grew harder with every thrust and as she ran her hands down from his head to his shoulders, across the muscles of his back, she knew that if she didn’t feel him come inside her soon she would lose her mind.
As her hands buckled down on his ass, Kieran pressed harder on the bundle of nerves, sending her so close to orgasm she had to grip the couch to stop the wave from overtaking her.
“I can’t hold it,” he panted, slowing his rhythm. It was no use. His cock throbbed hard within her, ready to spill.
“Come for me,” she bade, and it was then that the wave ebbed and she rode right over it, arching toward him as the orgasm ripped through her. Kieran cried out as her muscles gripped his cock. A new heat filled her when he released his own pleasure.
His pace slowed as the orgasm left him. Kieran’s glassy eyes looked down at her, desiring her still, but the spell had waned some. She saw a whisper of his fear return as reality threatened to replace whatever had just happened between them.
Before it could disappear forever, Elisabeth flipped him onto his back and climbed atop him. Her mother’s locket dangled, tickling his nose.
She gazed down at him, locking eyes, and knew, for now, he was still hers, and she could be anyone she wanted.
14
Kieran
Kieran awoke to a violation of light as the sun crested over the bayou beyond the glassless window. He squinted against the blinding yellow,