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Sarah's Encounter

By: The Story Teller



Sarah moved through the woods along the riverbank, peace seeping into her soul with each step she took. After burying her grandmother just yesterday the wind rustling through the treetops and the sound of rushing water was a balm to her sorrow. Grandma's home was now her home including all the wooded property behind it. Lost in the peace and serenity she so desperately needed Sarah went deeper into the forest than she had ever been before. It quite shocked her when she came upon the house. Her grandmother had never mentioned a house in the woods. It was very large, a two story with nearly all of the windows broken. Green chipped shutters clung to the house on rusty hinges while others had given up the fight and lay along the ground in broken, jagged pieces of rotting wood. The rest of the house had great patches of bare wood where the white paint was entirely gone and now stood unprotected against the elements.

That natural urge to explore, the kind that one always gets when one sees an old school house or industrial building, the wonder of what it actually looked like back in its hey day grew inside her. Impetuously Sarah decided to act on that impulse. Stepping carefully onto the studs that made up the skeleton of the porch, she was just about to enter the doorless entryway when a low, rumbling growl sounded behind her. The sound crept over her raising the hair on her arms and sending fear streaking like lightning through her body. Turning as slowly as possible, Sarah was stunned to see a huge wolf, larger than any she had ever seen in any zoo standing no more than ten feet away from her, its teeth bared in a ferocious snarl and the reddish brown hair of its hide standing on end.

When it advanced, Sarah retreated. It continued stalking forward forcing Sarah slowly backward until she had passed through the doorway. Expecting to be attacked at any moment, fear was like a living thing roiling around inside her. The wolf herded her up the central staircase, down the corridor into one of the dilapidated bedrooms stopping only when she was cornered in a small closet. 

This was it, she thought, now he'll attack and I'll be dead. It didn't happen that way. It didn't happen at all. Dropping down onto its belly, the wolf laid his head down on top of his paws and stared at her. It was very disconcerting, that stare, containing an intelligence that was almost human-like as it traveled along Sarah's form. For some reason it reminded her of other male stares, the kind where you feel like you've been stripped of your clothes.

Several hours and one unsuccessful attempt at escape later she was still there having learned very quickly that any attempt to escape would be met with a vicious snap of his teeth and several deep-throated growls. 

Dusk was turning the inside of the house dark, so dark that visibility became a challenge, but Sarah didn't need sight to know the wolf was still there, she could hear his breathing through the silence of the room.

Waking with a start to the soft glow of candlelight, Sarah could hardly believe she had actually fallen asleep with a dangerous animal ready to attack her at any moment. Her gaze jumped to where the wolf had been and still was, but now was not alone. He had gained a companion. In the center of the room stood a man so handsome he nearly took her breath away. She couldn't help but stare completely forgetting the wolf entirely as she looked her fill. His long blond haired, gleaming like spun gold in the flickering candlelight, was left free from any confines to drape over his massive shoulders, ending about mid-chest. The face had an Old World elegance to it with firm features that spoke of an ageless strength and the dark compelling eyes that stared back at her were a deep onyx. The white silk shirt he wore clung to his chest, hinting at the taut, muscular structure beneath while soft black trousers outlined his powerful thighs, the cuffs tucked into polished black riding boots.

His voice when he spoke was cultured with a silken undertone that set Sarah's senses screaming awake and shudders of rippling awareness arcing through her flesh to pool low in her nether regions. "Let's see what you have found for us, Dominic. Come out of the closet my dear. There is no protection from me in there."

"No." But even as she said that her body was moving forward, forced by the allure of his voice and the demand in his eyes to do his bidding. With increasing alarm she tried to resist only realizing that her will alone was not enough to defeat the preternatural power he wielded.

He lowered his eyes and began a leisurely foray of her figure, lingering at her gently rounded hips and high, firm breasts. She felt naked and exposed by his perusal, yet there was also pride in his obvious enjoyment of her body. 

In the time it took her to blink he had moved and was now standing right next to her. His hand lifted, sliding into her auburn tresses. Raising them to his face he captured her with his eyes, mesmerizing her until she could not look away while he inhaled the flowery scent clinging to her hair. Desire smoldered in the depths of his eyes, leaving her feeling equal amounts of fear and excitement.

"She looks to be quite a tasty morsel, Dominic. However did you find her?" He paused as if waiting for the wolf to reply.

From behind him came a yip of pain followed by the most horrible sounds of breaking bones and splashing blood onto the wooden floor. It seemed to go on for an eternity until finally with a last eerie howl of pain the noises ceased.

Giving Sarah a wicked smile the blonde devil shifted to the side, giving her a clear view of the room. Eyes widening she could feel heat staining her cheeks. Where the wolf had been there was now a man, a very naked man. He was glorious to look upon with long waist-length curls in a deep brown color that had red highlights mixed throughout. He was handsome in a rough sort of way, with high cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose. He smiled at Sarah while she studied him showing gleaming white teeth that in one minute looked normal and the next slightly pointed and sharper. Taller than the blonde by a few inches, he was broad shouldered, lean and muscular. The shaft between his legs drew Sarah's attention; it grew in size, as she looked until it was standing erect and rock hard. He had more than enough to make a girl happy but not so much that it would be painful.

Her blonde captor cleared his throat startling Sarah out of her reverie and bringing back the blush that had just left her. And when her eyes raised to stare into the naked mans warm amber eyes she realized with only a mild amount of fear and a great deal of fascination that the wolf and the man were one and the same.

Thoughts whirled around in her chaotic head with the speed of a tornado. A werewolf, that's what he was. She hadn't believed until now that they existed. So if he was a werewolf, what did that make his partner?

"I caught her trying to explore the house." His voice was smooth and strong with a slight gravely undertone that had to come from his animal nature. "I would have killed her but then it seemed such a waste to destroy something so appealing. What do you think Braeden. Should we keep her?"

"She'll definitely liven things up." Braeden once more stood in front of her, staring at her, into her. Sarah felt those magnetic black eyes all the way to her soul. It seemed as if his spirit were inside her, overriding her will and replacing it with his own so that when he commanded her to sleep it caused an immediate reaction, shutting down her mind and body. 

She felt his arms wrap around her just as she slumped. Then she knew no more.

*  *  *

Sarah awoke disoriented, lying in an extremely large bed covered in black satin sheets. Glancing down the length of her body she could see that either Braeden or Dominic had dressed her in a long silk nightgown the color of blood as if first wells up from a cut. The thought of them seeing her naked brought the familiar blush to her cheeks. 

Looking away from the disturbing color of the gown, she studied the room she was in. Candlelight flickered over smooth stone walls of a deep gray from sconces placed throughout the room while a huge fire crackled in a carved out niche in one wall keeping the room at a comfortable temperature. Lifting up she surveyed the entire room, every shadow and corner, even going so far as to get up off the bed, somewhat unsteadily, and checking underneath the bed. 

Alone, thank God! She could escape now. Elation greater in that single moment of time than any she had ever felt in her life welled up inside her only to pass far sooner than she wanted when she realized that there was no door in her prison. Despair swamped over her, there would be no escape.

Sarah sank back down onto those black satin sheets, wallowing in self-pity while time passed unrecognized. Minutes or hours, it didn't matter when her life might be over before the dawn of the new day. Death visions dominated her thoughts until she became so faint with fear she nearly passed out.

Forced to sit with her head between my knees, Sarah cursed herself. How could she give up so easily? Yes, she was trapped but to sit there and do nothing was practically an invitation in itself. A weapon. She had to find a weapon.

A half an hour later of meticulous searching her hands were empty and tears left wet trails along her cheeks. There were no logs with which to use as a club, no sharp instruments of any kind and when she had tried to yank down one of the wall sconces all Sarah received for her efforts was a hand full of hot wax. 

Hissing with pain, she blew on the wax to cool it off quickly so it could be peeled off. Her next breath brought the faint scent of cologne to her nostrils. Sarah immediately recognized it for what it was, Braeden's scent. His presence filled the room until every breath she took carried the scent of man and darker things.

"Come here sweetling and let me kiss your pain away." Braeden's voice thick with sensuality wove around her, whispering against the back of her neck. Before she could move his arms slipped around her waist, the black velvet cuffs of his robe soft against her skin. His arms contracted pulling her back tight against his chest.

His large hand captured her, raising it to his lips where he gently licked the small red patch of skin where the wax had burnt her. She inhaled sharply at the contact. Icy hot it sent shivers coursing down her spine.

"There, all better. You must be more careful my sweet. Such perfect skin should not be marred."

"Please let me go." Her voice shook slightly.

Braden nuzzled his cheek against her hair, fascinated by the scent and soft texture. "I can't let you go, baby. You see Dominic and I have been very lonely these last few years. We need your company, your body. You mustn't worry, sweetling. No harm will befall you."

"No!" Sarah took him by surprise, yanking herself free she fled to the opposite side of the room.

Braeden turned to face her, a smile of amusement on his face. "Ah, you wish to play chase. I'm quite fond of that game" 

With his preternatural speed, Braeden was able to move to Sarah's side within the blink of an eye. One moment he stood grinning devilishly at her from across the room and the next moment he was right beside her drawing her inexorably into his arms once more "I won. What's my prize?" He drawled.

Sarah twisted in his arms, arching her body as she sought to get free. 

"No. No. None of that, I won fair and square. Well somewhat fair and square anyway. Now, tell me what boon will you give me? A kiss perhaps?"

Sarah shook her head vehemently.

Braeden sighed. "Really my sweet, fighting me will do you know good. I see I will have to take what I want." His voice lowered into hypnotic tones. "You will be still until I have given you permission to move."

The steel of his words froze her muscles. Unable to move Sarah waited with held breath while Braeden drifted to stand behind her. Large, calloused hands slid under her arms, around her waist and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing each one in turn.

"You fit my hands perfectly, my sweet Sarah. Look how your nipples respond to my touch, baby." 

Still under his compulsion, she had no choice but to watch as his hands caressed her breasts, rubbing the silk of the gown over the taut tips. Grasping her nipples between thumb and forefinger, Braeden lightly plucked at the tips. Her eyelids fluttered and then closed, a sharp gasp escaped her lips. 

"Would you like me to suck on your nipples, baby? I would do it oh so gently, using my teeth and my tongue to lick and nibble?"

Sarah whimpered.

"Perhaps next time, sweet. For now you may flee me once more."

It took her slightly longer to realize that he had released her. But when she did, Sarah once more ran to the opposite side of the room. 

Braeden crossed his arms and leaned back against the stone wall. He studied his quarry. Her eyes were wide, like those of a doe caught in a trap, her cheeks flushed and the pulse in her neck rapid. Moving lower he could see her erect nipples pushing against the silk of her gown. Soon. Soon he would have her enthralled in his lovemaking and she would not run from him. But until then the game must go on, he thought laughing to himself.

"This time, I want my kiss." Sarah found herself pushed back against the stone wall and Braeden's solid body pressing into hers. His lips took hers masterfully, allowing her no quarter. They ravaged, forcing her lips open to allow his tongue inside. Pulled deeper into the swirling mass of desire that was beginning to form inside her, Sarah could feel heat pooling low in her belly and her pussy growing wet. Moaning, she gave in to the overwhelming need to kiss him back. Dueling her tongue with his she slid her hands in his thick hair moaning again as her effect on him became known in the hot, rigid stalk of flesh that pressed into her belly.

Breathing heavily, Braeden broke the kiss and moved aside so she could flee once more. 

Sarah moved away reluctantly, still unsure and slightly fearful. Every time he touched her it grew harder to pull away. Turning to face him, she waited, breathless as he began to move towards her. His movements were calculated, swift and predatory. 

She made no attempt to move, standing deliberately still, letting him know she would not run this time. And when he stood close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek she closed her eyes in submission.

"Enough games. Look at me, Sarah." He shrugged off the black robe letting it fall into a pool of material at his feet. "I am just a man. Granted I am something slightly more, but still a man, with a man's needs. My body cries out for yours. I need to be inside you, to have the hot silk of your body riding my cock. Let me have you, baby."

Braeden grabbed her hand and brought it to his throbbing cock encouraging her to explore the thick stalk. Hissing from the awesome pleasure of her touch, he wrapped her hands around his girth, showing her the stroking rhythm he preferred.

Sarah couldn't pull her eyes away. He was magnificent in his nudity, his hard body gleaming in the candlelight. The feel of his cock sliding through her fist drew her eyes and she was unable to resist the lure of his hot, throbbing flesh. Long and thick it slid through her hands coating them with precum allowing a smoother slide. Squeezing her hand tighter, she delighted in Braeden's response as a loud groan passed through his lips and his eyes closed with pleasure.

"Enough, baby." He could barely get the words through his mouth. Just the touch and motion of her hand had brought him to the point of orgasm. Removing her hand from his swollen member he led her over to the bed, pulling her down with him so that she lay flat on her back.

Leaning over her Braeden placed a gentle kiss in the valley between her breasts.

Sarah moaned from the heat his lips left behind. She waited while he moved lower and then moaned again as Braeden rubbed his cheek over first one and then the other nipple. The sensation of the smooth satin rasping over her nipples was intensely erotic, hardening the already taut peaks even more.

Braeden glance at Sarah through eyelids heavy with passion noting her flushed cheeks and chest rising and falling rapidly. Her response was everything he could have asked for. Shifting, Braeden moved over her, nudging her thighs apart, he lowered his chest down between them so he could have access to her pussy. "I've always enjoyed treasure hunting, ever since I was a child. But it's taken on a new meaning in my adulthood. I've developed new techniques. You'll have to let me know if you enjoy my methods."

Sarah waited, captivated as the fiend lowered his head. Her scream pierced the room, her body bucking as the first swipe of his tongue lashed over her clit causing the silk of her gown to slide enticingly across the sensitive flesh. The soft slide of silk and tongue quickly grew unbearable as Braeden incessantly tongued the hard nubbin. Material began to collect on her stomach with agonizing slowness. Constantly sliding back down Braeden was forced to redouble his efforts to push the silk back up. 

Her moans were music to his ears, the smell of her arousal an aphrodisiac to his already overloaded senses. The need to take her burned hot and bright within him nearly undoing his will. His cock twitched with need as her hips rocked up and down, dragging her clit over the tip of his tongue.

With one last lick the hem of her gown was pushed upwards revealing the hidden treasure to his eyes. The swollen flesh was slick with her wetness, the clit hard and begging for attention. Braeden wasted no time, attacking the taut flesh with savage intensity. Sucking it deep into the hot depths of his mouth he used his tongue like a weapon, battering at the engorged flesh, showing no mercy.

"Oh God!" Sarah screamed. The raw sensations being forced on her were better than anything she had ever had. The force of his tongue against her clit had fire knifing through her body. And when he suckled at the sensitive bud, her hips arched off the bed and her scream echoed through the room.

"Come for me, sweetling!" His voice seared through her head just before his assault intensified. "I want to taste your sweetness. Come for me! Scream for me! Yes, that's it baby. Come now!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Raw pleasure, sharp and piercing, clawed through her, ripping and tearing at her flesh. Sparkling lights exploded in her head and her body twitched with each jolt of pleasure.

Braeden gripped her thighs tightly, continuing his onslaught until her hands reached down desperately pulling at his hair to force his head away. Giving in to her silent demand, he rested his head on the cool silk covering Sarah's stomach, heady with the taste and scent of her. 

His engorged cock ached with the force of his wanting. But Braeden was still not ready to succumb to its demands just yet. Not until he had those full pouting lips of hers wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down the hard length would he give in. Then he would take her like a firestorm, swift and fierce, he would brand her body and mind, drinking her blood and replacing it with just a little of his own and when that was done there would be no place in the world that she could escape to where he would not be able to find her. Urged by the vividly erotic images in his head, Braeden raised up onto hands and knees. 

With his body climbing up her prone one, Sarah was reminded of a lion stalking his prey, slow and sure, letting his prey see the intent in his eyes. Her eyes were drawn to the erect cock between his legs, waving slightly as he moved, precum glistening at the tip. 

Braeden climbed higher until he was able to straddle Sarah's chest. Grabbing a pillow he placed it under her head and waited.


Sarah's Encounter Ch. 02



Note: I would like to apologize for how long it has taken me to get this installment out. Thanks for bearing with me.

*****

The woods seemed darker this time around leaving Sarah with a feeling of hopelessness. What was she going to do? Torn between her fear and her desire was eating away inside her. The night spent with Braeden had thoroughly entranced her. So much that even now she yearned for his touch, the sensual drawl of his voice, his bite.

If Dominic had his way, it would be the same with him. That's what she feared the most, the total enslavement of her heart and body. She would never be able to leave them once she was totally enraptured.

Glancing at Dominic through the corner of her eye she couldn't stop the leap in her pulse or the shiver that raced down her spine. He was more than a fine specimen of manhood. Walking through the woods as if he owned it, sunlight sparkling through his long brown curls made her hands ache to run through it, to feel the silky strands cling to her skin. Tall, lithe and powerful, Sarah was sure he drew attention wherever he went. He was every woman's fantasy. His amber eyes promised wickedness beyond imagination. Even his slightly crooked nose added to his attractiveness. Dressed in tight fitted jeans and a t-shirt that looked like it would give way under the strain of the muscular body beneath, had her nearly moaning aloud.

Damn him, she thought in resentment. From the moment she woke this morning he had gone to great pains to assure her arousal and desire of him. Sarah shivered in remembrance. Dominic had teased and tormented her, brushing his body against hers at every opportunity, grabbing her too many times to count and holding her tightly against him as he ground his erection against her. It was a wonder she'd been able to eat her breakfast forced, as she was to sit on his lap and eat it while his hands on her hips kept a continuous rocking motion against his cock.

Her bath was a strained affair with Dominic refusing to leave, her protests going unheeded. Hungry eyes followed her every movement as if to memorize each angle and curve. She was nearly undone, moaning with longing when he released his cock from its prison of material. His hand had lingered, stroking his cock with long, smooth caresses. Sarah had been unable to tear her eyes away.

Her breath hitched as she recalled how he had spoken to her, telling her with vivid, lurid words how he would rip the clothes from her body and then taste her essence until she was broken and begging him to take her. He would make her tongue his cock, sucking it until he was near to exploding. Then he would mate with her in the way of the wolf, on her hands and knees, her pussy eagerly succumbing as his cock pierced the wet, swollen flesh, inch by precious inch.

By the time he had ceased his verbal torment Sarah was a weak mass of bundled nerves. To shaky to stand, she was forced to rely on her tormentor's assistance to exit the tub. He had swept her into his arms and slowly lowered her in just such a way that her wet skin brushed tantalizingly against the aroused flesh sticking through the zipper of his jeans. When her feet finally touched the cool tiles lining the floor, every inch of her skin seemed to burn where it had touched Dominic.

"Enough!" A harsh, rumbling growl brought her back to instant awareness. Her eyes were glue to Dominic and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could see the rampant hunger in her eyes. "You tempt me more than any woman has ever done. More than is good for you. I would have waited to give you clean sheets and a soft bed for your sake but I'm no longer of a mind to wait. I'll have you, here and now." He stepped forward, his feral eyes already stripping her bare.

She had to do something and do it now. If she could just reach her car...her eyes flicked to the steep ravine behind him. Maybe, just maybe it would give her enough time. Quickly before Dominic could react she ran forwards, slamming into him with as much force as she could muster tipping him backwards into the ravine. 

Sarah heard him rolling down the ravine but didn't stop to look. She would only get this once chance and if she blew it...well best not to think of it. Running flat out she raced through the woods dodging trees and jumping over fallen limbs. Her hair whipped behind her snagging in small branches and causing shards of pain that she ignored.

Dominic's fall halted with a sudden bone-jarring thud, his head cracking against a small rock. Pain radiated outward and his vision blurred. Unable to think clearly for several minutes he lay there waiting for the world to quit spinning. When it finally did he raised a hand to the back of his head feeling the raised bump gingerly. Shit, he couldn't believe she had bested him. Smiling slyly he lifted his head scenting the air. There just minutes away, she was running back towards the old ladies house. Now that his ears no longer rang he could actually hear her feet thudding against the ground.

Oh, the things he was going to do to her. Unwittingly she had let loose the beast within and there was nothing the beast loved more than the chase and the delicious wickedness that followed the capture. Throwing his head back Dominic howled long and triumphant until the whole forest echoed with the sound. Loping up the ravine he set out at a brusque pace.

The sound of howling came to her just as she was crossing the creek nearly causing Sarah to fall into the cold depths. Regaining her balance she ran up the other side desperate now that she knew Dominic was on the hunt. His preternatural speed would have him at her side in no time and she still had nearly a half an acre of forest to travel through to reach her gran's house. She forced all thought from her head concentrating on placing her feet on uneven ground so that she would not fall. 

Minutes later, breathing harshly she slammed through the outer boundary of the forest heading straight for her faded yellow Mazda. Reaching the door her hands fumbled to open it. Panting whimpers escaped as she fought her trembling until at last she was able to open the door and slide inside. The door slammed shut with a loud crack giving Sarah a false sense of security. Pulling the visor down her spare keys fell into her waiting hands. She was just slipping them into the ignition when a shadow fell over her.

A clawed fist smashed through the window spraying glass everywhere, forcing Sarah to close her eyes even as she turned the key and heard the purr of the engine kick on. Metal screeched as the car door was torn from the frame.

"I don't think so." Dominic's hands reached for her the claws cutting through the material of her shirt but leaving no marks on her skin. Ripped from the confines of the car he forced her to bend over the hood. "What a naughty little girl you were pushing me down that ravine. I like naughty girls." He growled into her ear.

Sarah's heart slammed into her throat and her pulse leaped in response to Dominic's taunts. The way she was spread out across the hood made it easy for him to grind his engorged cock into the crease of her ass, rocking it up and down, slowly, and sensuously. She couldn't stop the slight sighing moan that escaped. 

The breathy sound acted like gasoline on a flame causing his beast to raise its head and demand to be let loose. Only her mortality kept her safe as his hands became claws once more rending the fabric of her shirt and pants until the tattered fabric drifted from her body falling to a heap on the ground. Gripping her left leg he raised it up, ignoring her moan of protest, and positioned it on the hood so that her pussy was open to his will. "Do not move!" 

His words were guttural, more animal than man, frightening and thrilling all at once. This was going to happen, Sarah knew it and finally accepted it.

"I'm going to eat you until you scream my name." Dropping to his knees, Dominic brought his face close to her weeping flesh drawing the musky feminine scent within his body where his beast memorized it. He would be able to track her anywhere now. "Christ, you smell so good, so sweet." Unable to resist the lure any longer he buried his tongue deep within her pussy, lapping at the constant flow of cream, growling under his breath.

"Ooooo!" She cried out twitching, the slick folds of her cunt spreading under the invasion of Dominic's tongue. Heat built within and her flesh grew sensitive as her werewolf captor centered his attention on the hard nubbin, besieging it with rapid flicks before once more dipping into the liquid cream pouring from her nether regions. 

Soft and gentle and then hard and abrasive his tongue teased her causing whimpers of need to float into the summer air. Sarah spread her legs even further, canting her hips to get more of his tongue, pushing back and groaning, as he obliged her by suckling on her clit. She was past caring about her escape; the gathering orgasm was a storm of monumental scope that she needed more than she needed to breathe.

"Oh God, yes! Lick my pussy! Harder! Oh God, harder!" A long drawn out wail ripped from her throat scaring hundreds of birds out of the trees. "So good!"

Dominic felt her words like fire searing across his skin while underneath his beast rippled desiring nothing more than to take its mate in a feral bonding. Raising a hand he dipped into the wetness coating one long finger and then easing it into her pussy one lazy inch at a time eliciting another shriek from his captive.

He growled at the sultry tightness gripping his finger as he drew it back out to the first knuckle. Rolling her clit around with the tip of his tongue he thrust back inside her cunt harder and faster than the first.

Sarah arched her back, shivering while that thick finger plunged inside her pussy. In and out it went until her hips picked up the rhythm slamming back onto finger and tongue. Another finger and then another was added stretching her out, hitting her G-spot every time. 

"Dominic!" Her orgasm began with a high piercing scream as wave upon wave of soul-wrenching pleasure broke over her body leaving her shaking on the hood of her Mazda gasping and moaning between breaths.

Dominic straightened from his crouch immensely pleased that he had reduced Sarah to a quivering, slumped mass. She had passion aplenty, more than enough to satisfy his beast. And he was more than ready to taste it. Lifting her weightless body he threw her over his shoulder and carried her into the house.

The living room was through a hall and to the right where Dominic finally lowered Sarah onto a well-worn rug. Stripping his clothes he settled into one of the chairs set near the television. He had purposely picked this chair out of the numerous ones situated in the living room because of the high padded arms on either side. Stretching his legs he made himself comfortable while he waited for Sarah to come back to herself.

Blinking, Sarah's eyes slowly focused on her grandmothers flowered area rug. How had she gotten inside? Oh, right. Cautiously lifting her head she found Dominic looking at her, his smile full of wickedness and sin. "Stand up and come here."

An electrical current seemed to surround him causing the hair on her arms to stand up and her nipples to harden as she halted a few inches away.

"Have you changed your mind about running away, then?" He stroked his cock, purely out of devilment for her benefit and his, loving the way her eyes darkened and followed each up and down slide of his hand. "Well?"

"Well what?"

Dominic smiled and asked again.

"No, I haven't changed my mind. You've no right to keep me like this."

He allowed his eyes to trail down her delectable body. "Whether I do or don't the point is moot because neither I nor Braeden will allow you to leave. Nor can you tell me you don't enjoy the things he's done to you or stop yourself from getting wet just thinking of what I might do to you. Your body yearns to be taken, invaded, and conquered. You see, just my words alone have you shivering with pleasure." He paused, leaning back in the chair. "Resign yourself here and now, you'll never be able to fully escape from us. After tonight both our marks will reside on you and with them will come the yearning that you'll never fully be able to get rid of. It will burn inside you until you give in and return to us on your own, every time."

"Stop!" She whispered her arms wrapped securely around her middle trying to ward off the effects his words created.

"Yes, I'll stop for now. We have better things to do. Come here, naughty girl, place yourself over the arm of this chair and take my cock into your mouth."

Sarah's eyes were drawn back to the hard cock being stroked and licked her lips. Despite her trepidation she did she put herself directly where Dominic wanted her and leaned forward. Wrapping her hands around the thick shaft she took over stroking it, watching the angry red head appear and disappear with her hand movements.

"Hmm. That's right, stroke it. Feel how hard and thick it is." Dominic slid his hand into her hair urging her head down until he felt her lips on the head. "Open wide, naughty girl and suck on my cock."

Sarah took a tentative lick and then devoured his cock all the way to the root.

"Son of a bitch!" Dominic took a violent breath, his head falling back, eyes closing and groaning as her throat swallowed around him. He didn't need to show her how he liked it, she knew instinctively to take him deep each time, to moan and growl around him, the vibrations searing up his spine. She went at it like it was her last meal needing it so much she barely stopped to enjoy it, to savor each lick. When he was sure he could handle himself without coming he ran his hand down her spine over the dip of her lower back and down to her glorious, full ass. Squeezing each cheek in turn he watched his hand raise and then drop with a resounding smack on the cheek closest to him.

Sarah squealed around the cock in her mouth and felt a gush of liquid pour from her cunt. Again and again her ass was spanked until she lost count and just let the pleasure/pain take her over.

He couldn't take much more, already his need was like a disease eating away at his control until there was barely enough left in him to hold back his beast. Gently kneading her reddened cheeks with one hand Dominic gripped her hair with the other pulling her off his cock. The beast in him growled as she struggled to return. He needed to hurry, to be inside her before he allowed it its freedom or he would hurt her. "Down, on your hands and knees!" 

The order was bit out in a gravelly voice that melted into her skin like warmed oil. Sarah glanced the lines of his face, taut with need. His teeth were gritted in an expression of agony and his body shook with the effort to keep it in check. It sent another shiver through her to know just how much he wanted her, how close to losing control he really was. 

Doing as he ordered, she placed herself on the rug, the tip of her hair just brushing against it. Drunk with feminine power, Sarah brazenly reached down between her spread thighs sliding her fingers through the moisture weeping from her cunt and sinking two fingers deep into her pussy. Pulling them out she repeated the motion moaning loudly. 

Dominic watched with glazed eyes as fingers wet with cream slid out of his mate's tight pussy and then spread the folds of skin, holding them open in readiness for him. Out of control the beast inside broke free from its chains. Snarling and snapping it took control of his body. He came out of the chair like a bullet, dropping behind her and bringing his cock to her slick entrance. Leaning forward he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back. "Feel me here, right here, waiting to enter your body. Take me inside of your own free will, for now and all eternity."

She couldn't refuse him now to save her life. Her need was too overpowering, too greedy. With a soft sigh or resignation Sarah eased back onto Dominic's aroused flesh, feeling it pierce her body, stretching her to the very limit. Her moan of pleasure mingled with Dominic's growl as she took the rest of him into her body.

Christ, she was so tight! Squeezing him until he thought he would lose his mind. Grabbing her hips he pulled out until the just tip was left inside and then slammed back in. Wet, tight heat surrounded his cock, the scent of her arousal inflaming his senses. Rocking his hips he set up a fluid, even rhythm that grew in intensity until it was nearly violent.

He could feel the change beginning, taking over. For her first time he would restrain it allowing his beast only a partial change. Throwing his head back he let the pleasure take over.

"Oh God! Oh God! Please!" Sarah wailed the words over and over. Friction burning through her pussy with each thrust and withdrawal. Her arms shook so badly that she was forced to drop her front onto the floor.

She screamed as his cock went even deeper, eyes opening wide in shock, feeling as if she would be ripped in two any minute. Dominic leaned over her, arms covered with delicate fur slammed onto the floor on either side of her head, claws digging into the carpet. "You belong to us now, Sarah. I want to hear you scream it. Now!" He twitched his hips deliberately scraping across her g-spot.

"Yes! Yes! All yours! All his! Oh God, please!" She would have promised the world to keep them both.

Dominic growled his approval. "That's right. All ours." He allowed the final changes. Incisors grew in length becoming sharp fangs while another part of him grew in length and width.

Sarah couldn't take it all in. His cock grew inside her, stretching, piercing her with the sharpest pleasure yet. All she could do was hang on as his cock hammered away, triggering jolts of sweet ecstasy to build.

Now, his brain clamored. Now he would finish it by placing his mark next to Braeden's. His head lowered and his fangs bit down, not much just enough to draw blood. 

Crying out from the pleasure/pain of his bite, Sarah angled her neck submissively, letting Dominic have his way.

He groaned against her neck. After all these years he had nearly given up hope of ever finding his mate. Sarah was everything and more, taking him, beast and all inside her, cherishing him, giving him everything she had. Now she was tied to him and to Braeden as well. The three were inseparable now, their souls tied together.

Releasing her he swiped his tongue across the wound stopping the minute bleeding before he released control over himself. Rising back up he gripped her hips once more, pushing and pulling her wet cunt onto his cock, hissing from the tight grip milking his aroused flesh.

Her orgasm continued to build, growing in strength. Breath rushing in and out, Sarah aided Dominic's efforts pushing back against him to get that last little inch inside. "More! Please Dominic! Give me more!" She was oblivious to everything except the thick shaft plunging in and out of her body.

He gave her what she asked for, that and more. Wrapping his arms around her he lifted her up and back so that she was impaled on his cock. Powerful muscles bulging, he lowered her onto his cock again and again, the motions violent and out of control. 

Her orgasm peaked and rushed over the other side in waves so powerful her body bowed despite the arms wrapped around her. Her head snapped back and her mouth opened in a silent scream. A torrent of sensations swept through Sarah, so hard and piercing she lost what little breath she had. White lights flickered behind her closed eyelids as more and more jolts shot from her pussy through her quivering body.

Dominic couldn't withstand another second as her cunt rippled around him, clutching at him, demanding his cum. "Son of a bitch! Yes, baby. Yes, take it all!" He yelled thrusting one last time deep within her heat. His cum burst from him in lightning shards tearing growls from the back of his throat with east blast. It continued until every last shot had seared through him leaving him weak with ecstasy.




Sarah's Encounter Ch. 02



Limp and shaky Dominic lowered Sarah onto her back managing a small smile at her dazed and weary expression. Taking her lips he kissed her for the first time loving the way they melded together, a perfect fit.

Kissing him back Sarah gave up the battle. Her life, body and soul belonged to Braeden and Dominic now. She didn't regret it. For once in her life she felt she belonged, that everything was the way it was supposed to be. Smiling wearily she nestled her cheek against Dominic's chest.

"Sleep baby. I have plans for this evening that require you to be very, very naughty." Dominic purred.

Her pussy twitched in anticipation.



Sarah's Encounter Ch. 03



Sage eyed the growing crowd with the amusement of a man jaded by a life of unending years. Inside the crowd young, newly made vampires as well as some very old ones danced about with absolutely no concern for their safety, fangs recklessly visible to any humans within the vicinity made him wonder how the life of a vampire had come to this. In the old days places such as this would have been avoided. But now it was second nature for humans to act like vampires dressing up with black clothing and paling their skin with powdery mixtures. None of them really believed that vampires or nightmarish creatures existed. None remarked on the flashes of fangs, real or unreal. 

Still browsing he fingered the small jagged scar that crossed his right cheekbone. Puckered and ragged, it should have healed within minutes of being made except its maker happened to be a very lucky and very angry father that had doused the knife that made the mark with holy water causing the scar to be a permanent fixture. Of course, the man had not lived to see the results of his luck. Still Sage had considered it a learning experience. 

There was just something about the twenty-first century, other than the beautiful voluptuous females in skin-tight, next-to-nothing clothing or the extreme willingness of said females to feed appetites, both carnal and bodily that tempted the darkness within him to rise to the surface. It was an entirely new feeling, somewhat like the burning sensation the holy water had caused but not so severe, more pleasant, pulsating beneath his preternatural flesh, waiting for the right opportunity...no that wasn't quite right, the right person to burst forth in freedom.

Where that last thought came from he didn't know but having lived as long as he had, five hundred and twenty-five years, he knew better than to ignore it. There was someone here tonight, someone for him specifically whether that person meant harm or something entirely different he knew not. 

He scanned the crowd again, the fierce expression on his face sending several people close to him scurrying away. It was more than just the look that made them leave though, he had the persona of a dark demon with thick black hair framing a harsh face and full, broad lips that seemed to be curled in a constant sneer. Bright grayish-blue eyes stared with an intensity that most could not meet. He was beautiful there was no doubt of that but the sense of primal danger that emitted from him gave most people a very uncomfortable feeling. 

He'd been a powerful man as a mortal with thick muscular arms and a broad, firm chest and still showed that strength today. Underneath the jeans he wore muscles bunched and rippled in legs thick as tree trunks. It was that very strength that mortals dared to speak of, the preternatural knew better. He was a man to be avoided, feared if you will and only the very foolish thought they could best him.

Sage was in no mood for the stupidity of those around him, they knew him not, never bothering to look beyond the visage to the person underneath so when the mortal redhead sitting on a barstool next to him tried to engage his attention he gave her one of his more sinister looks and had her stumbling away. Another time it would have amused him but not today. The pulsations under his skin had intensified in the last few minutes letting him know his quarry was close.

He had only to turn his head a fraction to the right to see her. Willow slim body slowly swaying to the first slow music of the night, long reddish-brown hair gently caressing the rounded curve of her ass. The sleeveless, jade, green dress she wore clung to her skin, molding to each firm breast like a lovers hand and ending at a moderate length just above the knee. Her creamy peach skin beckoned him, the torment leaving his fingers tingling. Ruby red lips set in an elegant face glistened in the pulsating light begging to be kissed.

His gut felt like it had taken a substantial punch stunning him. Inside his chest his heart lurched while his body burned with a fire that was both erotic and addicting at the same time. Lower down, his cock, now painfully erect, felt like it would burst if he didn't have her soon.

Sage ran his tongue across his fangs, his imagination running riot. Her blood would be hot and spicy and her pussy sweet and heady, an aphrodisiac no immortal could possibly resist. He swore viciously, the effect she was having on him taking on volcanic proportions. The picture of his dainty goddess riding him, the heated wetness engulfing his cockhead then his shaft, squeezing and pulsating around him forced him to grip the edge of the bar as an involuntary shiver wracked his muscular frame.

Several minutes later and back under control Sage gave the two men with her a cursory glance and then an even longer, thoughtful look. He had heard of these two, Braeden and Dominic, their exploits known far and wide, the tales even managing to reach him in the isolated castle in Scotland he used as a residence. Although not as old as he, they were still considered ancients with powers he would be wise not to underestimate.

Sage noted the possessiveness Braeden and Dominic showed towards the girl. The way their hands ran sensuously up and down her body, their own bodies glued to hers. Dominic at her back clutched her hips using the motion of the dance to grind his cock against the cleavage of her ass while Braeden at her front ate at her mouth in a most demanding kiss, their tongues mating with abandonment. Sage held little hope that the girl was not a willing partner but they dimmed even further as Braeden raised his thigh between hers and she proceeded to rock her pussy up and down his corded thigh. Letting his eyes travel to her face, Sage could not miss the heated look of passion on it nor the marks on her neck, marks of ownership that killed the last of his hope. Not that it really mattered in the end. She would be his. He would see to that.

Sarah rode the fine line towards orgasm in a frenzy, uncaring about the crowds surrounding her. Caught up in the moment as she was, the sounds and the touches of her lovers seemed magnified ten times over. Her bare pussy throbbed, weeping liquid passion all over Braeden's thigh, which she knew he would leave for everyone to see, a proud sign of his ownership. She didn't mind, in the year she'd been with them they had gone to great pains to prove their ownership of her both to herself and to others. It was comforting now and made her feel loved.

Dominic's hands on her hips urged her to greater speed, the strength of his cock against her ass increasing. She moaned wishing more than anything that he was inside her, pushing through her wet folds and giving her the fucking she so desperately needed. When the voice entered her head she didn't even notice to far-gone to care, to desperate for her orgasm to wonder.

"You are a sight to see, my sweet Sarah. But would it not be better to have a big, thick cock inside you, plunging deep, raking your insides in just the right way. I can give that to you, much better than your companions. Let me show you."

An image built in her head, a massive organ proudly erect, seminal fluids seeping from the tip and trailing down the veined shaft in one long rivulet. She wanted it, needed it so very badly and in the next second she had it right there, spreading the lips of her pussy, piercing the opening, pushing tissue aside, worrying its way inside her one tight, struggling inch at a time. Her mouth opened in a wordless cry, so big, so powerful stretching the tight folds of skin more than she had ever felt before. She was filled to capacity, no space left untouched, gasping for breath and then it pulled out, tugging and scraping until the head just breached her pussy before easing back inside in a long slow slide that had her spine bowing and a moan of delight tearing from her throat.

"You see. Your lovers pale in comparison to what I have for you. You don't need them any longer. All you need is me. You want what I have; I can read it in your mind. All you need to do is tell me. Tell me!"

"Yes! Oh God, yes! Please, I want it!" She screamed. The orgasm roared over her like a great torrent of water, tossing her without care into a maelstrom of sheer ecstasy, sweeping her along on vicious waves of pleasure so intense she nearly blacked out. Her mouth opened to scream, the piercing cry drowned out as Braeden's mouth covered her own, swallowing the cry into the depths of his aroused body. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her while jolt after jolt of raw, spine-bowing pleasure shook her slender body.

He spoke to her once more while the pleasure still held her in its sharp, greedy clutches. "You see what I can give you, now, but that's not all. I have so much more for you than just an image, Sarah. All you need to do is say, yes. Say, yes, Sarah and I will take you away from your incompetent lovers and spend eternity making sure that you do not regret your decision."

She nearly said yes. The word was on the tip of her tongue before the reality of strong, warm arms holding her and firm, gentle lips soothing her pierced the orgasmic veil. Sarah leaned her forehead against Braeden's chest and let her mind study the situation. Her orgasm was big, yes. Bigger than anything she had had up until now. And, yes, the feeling of being fucked by that huge cock added strength to the orgasm, but that was only a small part of the whole. Without Dominic and Braeden there, holding her, kissing her, urging her with hot, sordid words to cum, the orgasm wouldn't have been as soul-shattering. 

"I can read your thoughts, sweet Sarah. I do not find them to my liking. You will say yes, right now, and come to me!"

She felt his will like a massive stone wall, bearing down on her with incredible strength. She fought it, struggling to keep her mind blank and to force the one word she needed to say out of her mouth. It came out in a whisper, so low only Braeden, Dominic and her mysterious admirer heard it. "No!"

His will left the same way it had come, quickly and pointedly. "You shall be mine. The decision is now out of your hands."

Sensing his lover's nervousness, Braeden glanced down at Sarah's bent head as her nails dug into his skin. Raising his eyes he noted that Dominic felt it too and was already searching the crowd for danger.

"What's the matter, Sarah?" He crooked a finger under her chin and raised her head to look into her eyes.

"There's someone here, someone trying to take me away from you and Dominic." She whispered through dry lips.

The instant the words left her lips he could feel the threat, a very old vampire, his possessiveness towards their woman blatant, his intent to have her clear. Rage sprang up from the depths of Braeden's soul causing his eyes to burn a fiery red and his fangs to lengthen to razor sharp points. 

The attack when it came was not unexpected, claws raked over Braeden's throat leaving deep, agonizing furrows. Blood sprayed outward, drenching Sarah, Dominic and those closest in deep red. Struggling to breathe, shaking from the pain, Braeden fell to his knees and then to his back. Blood poured from the wound creating a black puddle on the floor. The blow, while not fatal, would incapacitate him for the rest of the night and possibly the next two. 

Dominic was already in motion the second after his friend was struck, his left arm pushing Sarah out of the way while his right arm moved to block his attacker. He caught the glint of metal and then felt the pain as his unprotected side surrendered to the silver knife. It burned through his flesh, slicing through it with ease. Plunging deep between his ribs it pierced his lung, incapacitating him. The floor seemed to rise up to meet him as he fell, smashing into him with a painful thud, drawing a deep wrenching groan from the back of his throat.

Terror widened Sarah's eyes from where she lay sprawled on the floor. Almost instantaneously her lover's lay on the ground, felled easily by a blur of movement. And then the blur was on her, steel arms clamped around her waist from behind, carrying her away from Braeden and Dominic. Their panicked, pain-filled eyes stared into her own as she screamed their names in vain. 

"Sleep!" The command from her captor held enough force behind it that Sarah couldn't fight it. Her eyelids closed as the ground seemed to melt away and the night air rushed passed them. 

Immense satisfaction coursed through Sage as he carried his light burden through the dank walls of his Scottish castle. His Sarah was here, in his arms, in his home and for the first time in his long life he actually felt at peace. Even unconscious, she gave that to him, that peace that told him his soul was united with the one person born for him alone. The fact that she had other lovers didn't matter; he harbored no jealousy towards them, considering them a minor obstacle to be handled quickly and efficiently. Yet, he was not a monster to kill wantonly so the blows he'd given were not killing blows but done in such a way that it should take several days before his foes would be healed enough to come after him. By that time she would be his in everyway.

Deep within the castle he came to his lair, pushing aside the heavy stone door with an ease that only a preternatural creature such as himself could do. Soft electrical light awaited him, illuminating a rich, luxurious suite of rooms resplendent of some of the higher priced hotels and quite out of place so far beneath the earth's surface. Not that he cared, he was comfortable and that was all that mattered. 

In the bathroom, he sat down on the edge of the tiled bathtub, shifting his charge to the side so that he could reach the water handles. A quick flick of his wrist and water gushed from the spout. Testing it he adjusted the hot water quite a bit cooler than he liked it but necessary since he could withstand temperatures much hotter than Sarah and he had no wish to burn her beautiful skin. 

Laying her down on the thick bathmat, he stripped himself of his clothes, leaving them lying on the floor in a puddle of silken material. He attacked her clothes next, taking his time, peeling the material from her body an inch at a time, revealing the peach tinted skin underneath. Her body was beautiful with full, voluptuous breasts sporting dusty pink nipples pouting upwards awaiting his touch and his mouth. A smooth slender waist curved gently into softly rounded hips with just enough flesh for a man to get a good grip on. And those long, sexy legs, he shuddered at the thought of those wrapped around his waist, pushing him even harder inside her sweet pussy. It was to that very area he was drawn to next with its neatly trimmed triangle of reddish-brown curls and the delights lower down. He couldn't stop himself, he had to touch her, the temptation was just too great. Cupping the fullness of her breast, Sage tested its weight, enjoying how perfectly it fit in the palm of his hand. Trailing his other hand lower, he lightly brushed trembling fingertips across the smooth, satiny skin of her stomach, and lower still feeling the crisp hair part for his marauding fingers. The taut bud of her clitoris slid under his fingertip causing even her unconscious body to twitch at the touch. 

"Fuck!" He groaned, closing his eyes as slick moisture and warm flesh enveloped his fingers. Her pussy felt like heaven, warm and inviting, already wet for him. He fought the monster within him that roared for her body with every bit of willpower he had. He gritted his teeth against the urge, desperately trying to ignore the pulsating demand coming from his painful erection. The fight cost him valuable energy, leaving him shaking and panting for breath.

He tore his fingers from her body, slick and glistening with her juices and clutched her thigh to keep from raising the wetness to his mouth. If he did that Sage knew he'd take her and take her and take her, until she was too exhausted to scream out her pleasure. He still planned on doing that, but he wished to savor the delights awaiting him and not be rushed through it. Besides, the next fifteen minutes or so were going to be a torture so delicious he'd need all of his control just to get through it. Her bath awaited and it would be his hands that trailed soap over every delectable inch of skin not some scrap of material that washed her. 

He was right about the bath, such sweet torment to touch her, kneading silky flesh. Nipples beaded to tight little buds at just the slightest touch tempting him nearly beyond endurance to taste them. By the time Sage was done with the bath he was nearly insane with need. It clawed at him, demanded to have her, to slake his lust inside her tight pussy.

The short distance to his bedroom seemed to take hours as his body hardened even further with arousal. In his entire life he'd never been this hard. His cock felt like granite with a stick of dynamite inside that at any second would detonate. He needed to be inside her before that happened. To feel her orgasm ripple around his aching flesh before he gave into his need to come. Fuck, he had to get his mind off that before he came just from the image.

The bed, stripped of its covers, dipped under his weight as he kneeled down to place her gently in the middle. Standing, Sage took the time to drink in the sight of the beautiful woman lying, finally, in his bed. He inhaled the clean scent of her, closing his eyes and basking in it, already yearning for the smell of arousal to cloak her skin.

The bed dipped once more as he lay down beside her, his chest just touching her arm. His plan was simple, if only he could stay in control enough to implement it.

Light, feathery caresses running up and down her arm broke through Sarah's subconscious as sleep and reality merged into a dreamlike state. Opening her eyes she regarded the naked male next to her, running her eyes down the hardened muscles, taking in the aroused cock jutting proudly from a nest of black hair. God, he was huge! 

"Thank you. I'm glad you find pleasure in my body." The male's deep, velvety voice rumbled with amusement.

Oh shit, had she actually said those words aloud? Sarah felt heat stain her cheeks a bright red.

"You didn't speak this is a dream and I can hear every single thought rolling through your beautiful head." His hand continued running up and down her arm.

"Isn't that convenient." She said drolly.

"Quite." He was laughing at her now, his chest shaking slightly.

"Does this dream have a name?"

"Yes it does. Sage."

"Sage, I know your voice. You were the one speaking to me in the club." Fear suddenly spiked through her as she remembered. "Oh God, you hurt them, you hurt them so badly."

This was not the direction he wanted to go. He needed to ease her fears and then change topics. "Shh, they are not hurt as badly as you think. Their wounds will heal in a few days. You needn't fear for them."

"But-"

"No. No more talk of your former lovers. Right now it's just you and I and this very pleasant dream. See, does not my touch feel pleasant?" Sage moved his hand to her breast, squeezing the silky flesh, molding it and then plucking at the nipple.

Sarah sucked in her breath. Instant pleasure caused her breast to swell and throb. Calloused fingers scraped the hardened tip and had her back arching as fire seared its way straight to her cunt. 

No! This wasn't right! She shouldn't be responding to anyone's touch but Braeden and Dominic's.

"Why not? There is nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasure my touch can give you. Besides, as I said before, this is a dream. Dreams are for exploring lovely, wicked fantasies without the unnecessary guilt hindering the pleasure. Simply lay back and allow me to pleasure you." 

Maybe what he said was true and all this was a dream. It certainly didn't feel like reality. She felt kind of like she did when she was asleep with a cold, the kind of sleep where you know you're asleep but you're still very aware of everything going on around you. So if she was dreaming then there really wasn't any reason not to explore the dream and the pleasure that would ensue. Yes, why not let go, let him have his way, God knew what would really happen to her when she actually awoke. 




Sarah's Encounter Ch. 03



Sage watched the myriad of emotions cross her face, from confusion to calculation and finally acceptance. He nearly groaned at the spike of arousal that shot through his cock as she pushed her breast closer to his hand. Instead he gave in to his urge, lowering his head and latching onto the tight little bud poking against his hand.

"Oh!" Sarah moaned, arching her back and throwing her head back. His mouth felt so good, warm and wet, suckling her nipple with light, short sips, then gripping it gently between his teeth and whipping the tip of his tongue against it. Over and over, he repeated the movements until her nipple was tauter than it had ever been with a sensitivity bordering on pain.

Raising her hands, Sarah slid them into the deep black strands of hair pulling his head away. Her nipple released with a pop and she guided his head to the other breast, gasping as his mouth sucked as much of her inside as he could possible fit. Her legs trembled as she pressed them together, the tingling shiver this created causing a gush of wetness to seep from her pussy.

Nails dug into his scalp sending a quiver racing down his spine. She was reacting just as Sage knew she would with a fiery heat that none in his past could rival. The musky scent of her arousal drifted upwards teasing his senses, pushing at his already strained control. Leaving her breast he rolled so that half of his body covered hers and his face was directly above her own.

Hardness settled over her, warm skin and the sprinkling of chest hair brushed against her overly sensitive breasts and a thickly muscled thigh slid between her own urging them aside until he could press against her vagina. Sarah moaned and her eyelids fluttered as Sage rhythmically flexed the muscles in his thigh against her clit.

"Do you like that, sweet Sarah?" Sage pressed harder, grinning as Sarah clutched his arms and gasped for breath. "You're so fucking wet, baby. It's all over my thigh. Christ, I can't wait to taste your cream. I'll lick it up like melted chocolate and then I'll eat that pretty cunt of yours until you beg me for mercy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

Sarah's breath seemed to stick in her throat. All she could picture was that dark head between her thighs, tongue licking through her slit and up over her clitoris. God, she'd probably cum the minute his tongue touched her clit. She felt like she could cum just from his voice alone. God, help her!

Sage said with a laugh, "You don't need his help. Now, give me a taste of those luscious lips and I'll give you a taste of heaven." 

His lips slanted across hers, tongue slipping inside to mate with her own in a kiss that punched her arousal into overload. He ate at her lips, asserting his dominance over her in an aggressive display of ownership, kissing her again and again until her lips felt branded and chafed, the pleasure/pain sweetly welcomed.

Sage released her lips with a growl, he could feel his fangs aching to plunge into her and had to stop and check her lips to make sure he hadn't hurt her. The dazed, wanton look on her face had him shutting his eyes in desperation. The muscles in his arms shook, veins popping out in his effort to fight the demon within. It wanted out, wanted to thrust inside her, to feel the hot, tight grip of her vagina encircle his cock and then ripple around him as she came. And then it wanted to drink from her, to claim her as his own with a finality that would change her for all time. 

The fight lasted several minutes and cost him much but when he once more opened his eyes the fiery red of his demon was tamed. But for how long he could not say. It was time to speed things up. 

Sarah watched, entranced and just a tad fearful as the battle waged within him. When he opened his eyes they were heated and unwavering with his hunger to possess her. A shiver snaked across her skin. As she stared into his eyes, she could see his demon, waiting patiently for its prey, for her, to come to it. There was nothing she could do to stop it now. She didn't really want to. Besides, she couldn't be hurt by a dream.

His body lowered, sliding across her skin and leaving icy tingles behind. An arm slid under each of her thighs, raising them up over his shoulder and them his hands slid under her, gripping her ass firmly and raising her pelvis upward.

Sarah clutched at the bed but there was nothing to hold onto. His eyes held her captive in their gray depths as he took one slow swipe through her pussy from bottom to top, gathering up the copious fluid on the tip of his tongue and then giving a hard flick across her clit. Her body jerked and a shivery whimper passed through her parted lips. She moaned again as his eyes closed in obvious delight and his throat muscles moved as he swallowed her cream.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby. Just like the richest chocolate. You go straight to my head. Both of them until I can't think passed the wanting. Christ, how do you do this to me?"

Sarah was thinking the same thing as she watched his head lower once more and his tongue went to work on her pussy. Long slow laps turned to quick flicks of the tongue that sent lightning jolts of sharp pleasure surging from her clit up through her body.


"Oh God, yes! Lick me!" She cried rising up on elbows so she could watch every movement of his agile tongue at work. Sensations piled on top of each other until she couldn't separate one from the other. Each whiplash of his tongue had her breath hitching and her hips lifting off the bed. She could see her juices glistening on the tip of his tongue and the near orgasmic look of pleasure on his face. Unable to watch any longer she closed her eyes, head falling backwards, hips rocking her clit across his tongue.

Sage allowed her to take over, keeping his tongue available while his hands moved to her breasts, pinching the nipples just hard enough to add an extra bite to their lovemaking. Opening his eyes, he looked at her noting her flushed cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggled for air. Her hips sped up, rocking faster and faster in her desperation for orgasm, while her body grew taut as a bowstring. Slicking a finger in her own wetness he pushed it inside her pussy, closing his eyes against the sight and groaning at the tight clamp of muscles around his invading digit.

"Yes!" Sarah came with a shriek, her back arching completely off the bed, her lower body held down by Sage's arm across her stomach. One extreme jolt of pleasure after another wracked her tiny frame as Sage continued the onslaught, licking her clit with a fervor that left her a shuddering mass of flesh. 

The pleasure, sharp and piercing, grew unbearable and still he continued, ignoring her pleas to stop, grabbing her hands as they tried to push him away and holding them within the tight grip of his own. Surges of pleasure so sharp she could only scream from their intensity bombarded her again and again. Hours could have passed, she didn't know, she didn't care, there was only the pulsing pleasure fading into lethargy as Sage stopped and moved up her body.

His body was on fire with his need to have her. It was beyond his control now transcending his desire for her body, becoming a living need to keep her with him for all eternity. But that would have to wait for another day; his control was way too shaky to risk altering her existence that night. Right now his greatest need was her welcoming wetness wrapped around him, the muscles of her pussy squeezing his cock in their silky folds.

Lips peeled back and fangs visible, Sage crawled up Sarah's quivering body speaking in a voice more demon than human. "Wake up, Sarah. This is no longer a dream, but reality. Wake up. Now!"

It felt like a light bulb was turned on, crystal clear reality blazing before her eyes. It had all been real, every lick, every shudder, every scream of pleasure that came from her lips. And the man lowering his body over hers, potently ready to possess her body was real as well. 

His hand slid underneath her shoulder moving upward to slide into her hair. There was a slight pull as he tightened his hand holding her head still so that his eyes could capture hers. "Tonight I will possess your body, later I will possess your soul."

Sarah whimpered at the blatant need etched across his face. His lips were twisted in a grimace giving a glimpse of pointed fangs. Eyes once a gray-blue hue had deepened to an almost complete black, the irises rimmed with flames. Muscles across his entire body bulged with passionate tension, the veins clearly visible. And nudging at the weeping entrance of her body was that massive weapon she had visualized earlier. Waiting without patience.

Sage's body shuddered with arousal while inside him his demon fought for control. Every animal instinct within him burned to possess, to take with a brutality that he dared not let loose for fear of hurting his woman. With great care he pushed forward, groaning as her flesh parted for him and them wrapped him in silken fire.

Sarah's eyes widened as her pussy opened under the pressure of Sage's invading shaft. The head lodged inside her with a slight pop and a degree of fullness that bordered the razor edge between pain and pleasure. Small electric tingles triggered by his entrance had her vagina clenching with need.

Sage gritted his teeth against the slick flesh gripping him so tightly he nearly came with just the head inside. Clenching his ass, he pushed harder forging inside another quarter of an inch. Christ, she was so fucking tight! And wet! And hot! His eyes closed as he savored the sensations.

God, he was just too big. She'd never be able to take him, Sarah thought wincing as another push split her open further. Each lunge brought a gasp to her lips, whether from pain or pleasure she was unsure. 

Above her, Sage lunged again and again in rapid succession, stretching her, fighting with each powerful lunge to plunge deeper inside her, tunneling with complete determination. An ensuing shriek emitted from deep within Sarah's throat, the sounds like an aphrodisiac, tasting sweet on the tip of his tongue.

"God, please no more!" She screamed. "I can't take anymore." The pleasure was too much. Too hot. Too everything. She'd always wondered if a person could die from too much pleasure and now she was very afraid she would find out.

The fraying thread of his control snapped. By God, she would not deny the pleasure he would give her. "You will take more." He growled his voice deepening as his demon took over. "You'll take all of me!" Pulling his shaft back he rammed forward driving hard and deep until his entire cock was buried to the hilt.

Sarah screamed, her nails digging into the hardened muscles of his forearms, her lower body pulling away from the pain.

Her scream brought Sage back from the brink of madness. "No! Don't fight me. Stay still and your body will adjust." The demon was still apparent in his voice but there was also remorse for causing her pain. 

Tears trailed down the side of her head, she didn't believe him. She knew he wouldn't fit and there was no way the pain was going to leave. But several minutes later she realized that it was, dulling to a slight throb.

When her body eased Sage knew that the pain was letting up but gave her another few minutes before pulling back in a long, slow motion and thrusting back inside with the same torturous pace. His named moaned in a desperate, breathless voice and the tightening of her vagina around him took away all his good intentions and violently ripped them apart. There was nothing left inside him but the demon and it demanded that he take her without mercy, wanting to drink in her screams of pleasure before dining on her sweet blood.

Fire sizzled from that first thrust, burning through her pussy, searing nerve ends and spreading throughout her body in one massive wave of pleasure that arched her back and had her vagina grinding down to get as much of his cock inside as was possible. Pleasure was everywhere, riding her body in fast, surging flares of bliss. Inside she felt every stroke and withdrawal, the ridges all over his erection scraping over her ultra-sensitive vaginal tissue.

Straightening his arms, Sage rose above his woman, allowing a deeper penetration with each rushed stroke. At the base of his spine molten fire pooled growing steadily in intensity with each passing second. Lower down his balls grew tight, the need within them so concentrated that it became a roaring necessity to loose the pent up juices held inside.

Surging back and forth, Sage set a pace that would bring about orgasm in mere minutes. He couldn't wait any longer. Already he could feel his cum burrowing up through his shaft. She had to be there with him, coming alongside him, quivering around his cock. He needed that, needed it like air before he could give in to his need to drink from her and have her drink from him.

Sarah burned. Deep in her pussy fires broke out sending shockwaves of pleasure blasting through nerve ends, spreading outward causing her breasts to throb, her thighs to tense and her toes to curl. "More. Give me more!" She screamed, planting her feet and rocking her hips to get a deeper penetration. 

She came with a ferocity that stopped her breath in her throat. Sharp, piercing explosions wracked her body. Her legs wrapped around Sage's waist pulling him into her and using him as leverage as her lower body came completely off the bed. "God! Yes!" She screamed over and over.

Sage watched her come. A more beautiful sight he had never seen in his entire existence. Raw pleasure glazed her eyes, her mouth opened as shrieks burst forth. Her body shuddered with each orgasmic jolt. "Yes, baby! Come harder! Christ, I can feel you drenching my cock!" Sage resumed his thrusting more than ready for his own climax.

"Oh God!" Sarah cried out as his words set off another orgasm. How much more could she possibly take?

Sage pounded his cock through her shuddering pussy. Once. Twice. And on the third stroke he rammed in to the root, feeling the come burning through his cock and shooting from the tip. "Oh Fuck!" His groan was low and drawn out. His body vibrated, jerking with each blast of come, his breath sawing in and out.

Lowering himself, Sage settled his body on top of hers, his need to drink from her paramount. Lips opened over the creamy skin of her neck, tongue curling over the artery. Fangs sank deep and the first gush of nectar hit his tongue like a freight train. Sweet and delicious, he drank deep nearly losing himself in his desire to have her. 

Sarah wearily watched her captor lower himself on top of her. She had no strength left to fight when his lips touched her neck, no energy to cry out as the lance of pain from his fangs turned to rapture.

Sage drew back, staring into Sarah's slumberous eyes. Raising his index finger he sliced a small opening on his chest. 

One second Sarah was on the bottom and the next he rolled, carrying her with him until she laid on top, her head cradled in his hands as he brought her to the wound and commanded her to drink. With the first sip she could feel his power over her, the same power that Dominic and Braeden had over her. 

Lying on the bed with her captor's arms around her, Sarah knew that he was not satisfied with that small bit of power. No, he would take more; he would take all of her soul and chain it to his. She should have been scared and there was a very small part of her that was, she found it hard to be more with her body humming from the pleasure he had given her. Later would have to take care of itself.



Sarah's Encounter Ch. 04



Dominic shifted in the hard airplane seat wincing as the movement caused a flare of pain to burn through his side. Muttering a curse he reached for the latch to tilt the seat back alleviating only a small amount of his pain. Normally the wound would have healed within hours of receiving it but for the fact that the blade that sliced through his flesh was made of silver. Silver and lycanthrope did not mix. Hence, it was now going on the beginning of the third day since Sarah had been taken and while most of the wound was healed the deepest part was still knitting back together.

He snarled at the memory. For three fucking days he'd paced back and forth waiting for his wound to heal while Braeden slept and hunted to replenish the blood he'd lost from his. Yet there was no denying their wounds could have been much worse which told Dominic their attacker had held back not intending to kill them but to give them a warning. A warning the enraged men had no intention of heeding. On the second day of their convalescence Dominic went back to the club and spoke with the bartender. Now he had a name. Sage. The name brought an immediate image of a face and a wealth of knowledge. Everyone in the preternatural world knew the man, knew of his exploits and his power. He was not to be underestimated. But then again both he and Braeden had their own reputations for ruthlessness and power. Sage would learn that first-hand, he had taken something from them, something that had become more precious than either had ever expected. He had taken their love and now they would get her back or die trying.

God, he prayed she was all right. Through their blood bond he knew she was alive but that was all the information he could. Sage had placed a powerful block around Sarah keeping them out of her mind and keeping her from sending thoughts to them. By Christ's blood, if even one hair on her beautiful head was harmed... 

Out of the corner of his eyes Dominic saw one of the passengers staring at him with a look of horror on his face and he knew that his anger had bled into his eyes turning the once lighter brown into the deeper amber of his inner beast. 

Turning his head away, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the headrest wishing he could sleep the rest of the way to Scotland like Dominic was, deep in the airplanes cargo hold, inside his coffin. He needed a diversion, something else to think about to ease his fear and anger. 

As before the memory came to him with ease. Night had cloaked the outside world in darkness and he had just finished helping Sarah settle all her personal items she'd kept from her grandmother's home into their underground lair. Leaving her in her bath he took one of his own; a rather quick one that had him finished a good ten minutes ahead of her. Coaxing a fire in the big stone hearth in the living area he had settled onto one of a pair of loveseats that faced each other, his naked skin pulsating with need, his cock engorged and erect. 

Braeden moved passed him on silent feet seating himself in the opposite loveseat. Like Dominic he too was naked, his rigid member pointing straight up. They sat there unspeaking, waiting for Sarah to appear. 

She arrived as Dom had ordered her to be, hair unbound shrouding her nakedness, taut nipples peaking through the strands of hair in taunting invitation. His breath caught in his throat at the sudden surge of desire that tightened his muscles and caused his shaft to harden even further.

"Come to me." Braeden called to her waving with his hand where he wished her to stand.

Dominic sank deeper into the cushions eyes following as Braeden's hands began a slow foray up the soft flesh at the back of Sarah's calves, around and around in small, lazy circles, reaching the sensitive flesh behind her knees where he delicately applied his blunted nails. Her soft gasp and ensuing shudder sent a bolt of heat snaking down his spine to pool like quicksilver in his balls.

Fingers dug tenderly into the plump cheeks of her ass, squeezing once and then once more before the left hand raised and lowered in a quick slap. A breathy feminine moan of pleasure whispered through the air mingling with Dom's rumbling growl of approval. Left behind was a rosy pink handprint. Braeden continued upward across the smooth expanse of skin above her waist and into the auburn tresses where he clutched at them, pulling backward with a firm grip, forcing Sarah's head back. Releasing her hair, he ordered her to turn around.

Eyes heavy with passion met Dom's. His heart shuddered then picked up speed. Christ, he loved watching her body come alive to another man's hands. Being separate from the physical contact gave a sordid bite to the lovemaking that had his senses reeling. It was both pleasure and torment in alternating waves. His hand moved to his rock hard cock of its own volition, gripping it tightly. Now they were both entranced, he with Braeden's hands moving casually up her shaking thighs and Sarah's on his own hand as it slid leisurely up and then down his cock.

Fingers splayed over her stomach, Braeden formed a V with his pinkies meeting just above the light downy hair. Parting through the hair, he continued downward relentless in his pursuit until he reached the throbbing kernel of flesh just above her weeping vagina. At the underside of the hard nubbin he stopped, pausing just long enough for Sarah to tense up before firmly flicking upward.

"God!" She cried out, hands clutching at Braeden's arm, nails digging in as her back arched and her legs shook. Her breasts broke free from the cloud of hair covering them, the nipples straining towards Dom.

"Son of a bitch!" He groaned, his unoccupied hand lowering to his balls to knead and pull at the full sacs causing a sensation of pleasure/pain that added to his nearly overloading desire.

Braeden whispered something Dominic couldn't quite hear but by the darkening of Sarah's eyes and her hitched breath he could guess what it was. Braeden liked to shock his partner with some of his darker fantasies, sometimes he whispered of tying his partner up and other times he would speak of his desires to watch his current favorite making love with another woman. And still others each more wicked then the next. Dom never did find out which way he had chosen to go.

Hesitating slightly, Sarah lowered herself onto Braeden's lap draping her left leg over his left thigh and her right leg over his other so that she lay open to his touch and Dominic's eyes. There was vulnerability in Sarah's movements as she tried to hide her body from compelling eyes only to be halted by roughened hands pulling her backward, molding her to the male body at her back so that her body was displayed stretched out in a long line of luscious female skin.

Dom murmured his approval drinking in the sight and scent of reluctant female arousal. It whetted his appetite making the throbbing in his balls that much sweeter. Taking another deep, deep breath he let the subtle nuances seep into his brain until he felt drunk by them.

Braeden held her securely allowing her no movement without his permission. Draped as she was he could touch her anywhere he pleased, see her breasts rise and fall with each gasping breath and lower down just a hint of the wetness caused by her arousal. With his cheek pressed to hers he spoke to her in a low, throaty voice that had her pussy clenching in reaction, "You are so very beautiful, my little darling. You're skin is like the softest silk. I want to run my hands all over it. I want to cup your exquisite breasts and cherish them with my mouth. My ears long to hear those sexy little noises you make when I lick your clit. My cock hardens at the thought of your screams as I push into the moist velvet waiting for me hear." His fingers had lowered as he spoke lingering at each point of her body until he reached her pussy where he deliberately slid one finger inside her tight sheathe, collecting the wetness on his finger and withdrawing to hold it up before her eyes.

"See how wet you are, my darling. Wet for me, wet for Dom. Shall I show him how thickly you coat my finger?" He waited for her hesitant nod and then held his finger aloft turning it this way and that so that the meager illumination provided by the fire glinted off the moisture.

Dom could only lick his lips remembering her taste.

Sarah looked away from the heated depths of Braeden's eyes unable to watch as he brought the wetted finger to his mouth and cleaned the taste of her passion from it. Her hands tightened on the grip of the armrest, her lower body lurching forward as his thick groan tickled her inner ear. 

The cleaned and still wet finger moved towards her breasts where Braeden drew lazy circles coating the nipple with the wetness from his mouth before thumb and finger met to pluck at the puckered bud. Fire sparked and then set to sizzling. Sarah's head fell back her moan of pleasure sounding loud in the silence of the room. Things were moving much faster than her inexperience could cope with. Her rather dull sex life left her completely unprepared for two domineering males completely focused in the pleasure they derived from her body and on giving her rapture in return. God, she'd probably end up catatonic before they were through with her. She couldn't even muster up a protest as the thought slid through her mind.

Fingers speared through her cunt jolting her from her thoughts. Sarah was somewhat surprised to see her own hand covered by Braeden's between her thighs.

"Look at Dominic, baby. See how much harder you've made him by touching yourself. He loves to watch a woman bring herself to orgasm. You want to please him don't you?" Her cheek brushed his as she nodded. "Good girl. Play with your pussy, darling. Go slow and easy but make sure you don't take your eyes from his cock and when his strokes increase in speed so must your own hand."

His control held tightly in check Dom continued the slow, roaming motion up and down his cock grimacing as Sarah's hand mirrored his own. Her fingers parted the wet folds, pausing to barely pierce her vaginal opening and then wandering back up. Her clit slid through the V formed between index and middle finger the hardened bud swelling as her fingers closed around it. Passion created a slick channel for the taut flesh to glide through with each up and down motion.

"God. Sarah." Dom gasped out. He couldn't stop himself, immediately increasing the speed of his hand, his desire to watch her come paramount. The beast inside him howled with the need to plunge deep inside her body, to come until her body drained him of the last ounce of seminal fluid. His iron will fought his animal nature demanding that it back down. His desire to control how he took her beating his inner beast until it lay submissive in a dark corner of his physique.

Braeden kept up a constant seductive whispering as Sarah matched Dominic's pace, his dark hungry words feeding her frenzy. "Fuck. Sarah. Look what you're doing. I've never seen Dom so hard. Christ, I've never been this hard before. I can't wait to fuck that pretty pussy of yours. Just thinking of how tight and wet you'll be makes my head spin." His hands clenched on her hips and beneath her ass she felt his cock twitch in reaction. "You have no idea how much I want you right now. I can smell your arousal; I can taste it on the tip of my tongue with each breath I take. We need you to come for us, darling. See, even Dominic is ready for your screams."

Sarah opened her eyes straining to see through the haze covering her eyes. She blinked once and then once more clearing her eyes. A sharp cry strangled in her throat. Dominic looked at her with glowing ravenous eyes, the heat nearly burning her skin where his eyes roamed. When his eyes finally came to rest on hers he allowed the one word needed for her sanity to growl from between his lips. "Come."

That one word sent her orgasm splintering outwards from the depths of her soul setting her free with earth-shattering intensity. Her fingers rubbed furiously against her clit coaxing forth waves of pleasure that swamped her nerve endings leaving them sizzling and yearning for more. Her cry of ecstasy drowned out the tortured moans of both men and her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Without thinking her hips aided her climax, rocking back and forth coaxing the pleasure higher until she was left limp in Braeden's arms, desperately gulping air into her starving lungs.

Such glorious beauty taut with pleasure, pale flesh quivering before him left Dom totally captivated. High piercing cries of rapture bathed his sensitive skin, drowning him with an overwhelming need to join her in ecstasy, beseeching his beast to come forth and mate. But this night of lovemaking was not for his beast, but for himself and his human needs. His harsh, strangled groan signaled the oncoming of his release. But before it could break free he gripped the base of his cock squeezing hard just as the first scalding explosion of pleasure danced through his body. Hand jerking up and down his dry cock, Dom allowed his mind to shut down and let the orgasm take him to a place he rarely got to visit, a place free of the urgent needs and wants of his beast where his human side was dominant. One last pump of his hand triggered another surge racing through his cock. With a final groan he released his shaft, now even harder than before, and closed his eyes, a very satisfied smile on his face.

Braeden waited out the slow minutes for Dom and Sarah to recover patiently. The wait wasn't that much of a hardship after all. He spent the time running his hands over Sarah's silken flesh, cupping her breasts and plucking at the nipples, delighted when he received a shivery moan for his troubles. Against his cheek the pulse in her neck beat slowly and as his hands continued their foray that pulse quickened heating her blood and bringing its scent to his nostrils. Deep breaths taunted his senses, lengthening his incisors in readiness. Only iron will kept him from plunging his teeth here and now, he would have his taste later when his cock was buried deep inside the heated velvet of her pussy and her screams vibrated against his lips as he fed from her. 

"Mm." Sarah moaned. Braeden's masterful touch fired her blood in no time, sending liquid flames licking along her skin all headed in one direction, straight to her weeping pussy. Rough hands cupped her breasts kneading firmly, pinching her nipples until they were rock hard nubs throbbing at the barest touch. His right hand slid down between her thighs, foraging through the slick folds until it reached her vaginal opening, his index finger thrusting inside with one swift push. "Oh yes!" She screamed pressing down to achieve maximum depth.

Braeden curved his finger to drag across pulsing tissue with such effectiveness that he soon had Sarah begging. "Harder!" She screamed and Braeden gave did as commanded. "More!" She sobbed and he added another finger. 

Her cries of passion grew, coming one on top of the other raging through his head making it pound with the need to take her. "Damn. You're so fucking tight. I've got to have you, baby. Lean forward." He urged her forward with a hand at her back and grabbed his cock with the other. His breath hissed to a stop as his cock came into contact with the warm wetness leaking from her pussy. Baring his teeth, he wrapped an arm around her waist using his hold to urge her down, the head of his shaft pressing forward as the surrounding muscle surrendered, giving way to his dominance.

"Son of a bitch!" He groaned dropping his head forward to rest against her back. "That's it, baby! More! Take more!" He needed inside, to be surrounded by her clutching heat more than he needed air to breathe. Unable to stop himself, Braeden lunged forward burying himself to the hilt and causing them both to cry out their approval.

Murmured sound beckoned at her ear. Absorbed by the sensations pulsating throughout her body it took Sarah a few moments to acknowledge the voice speaking to her. Opening her eyes she saw Dom in front of her. "Naughty, naughty girl. Did I give you permission fuck? No, I don't believe I did. But there you sit with Braeden's cock inside that delectable little pussy. Now what am I going to do about your disobedience? I know let's try this I'll give you permission to pleasure yourself with Braeden's hard cock but you have to do something for me." Taking that extra step, Dominic was able to brush the tip of his cock gently against Sarah's lips. "Suck it, naughty girl. Open your mouth and take it inside and if at any time your attention wanders I'll order Braeden to stop and you won't get any more until I give him permission to move." 

She didn't hesitate, opening her full lips and enveloping Dom in such pleasurable heat that his knees trembled and a loud, torturous groan escaped through clenched teeth. Immediate suction had his hands curling into fists with such pressure that each knuckle was a vivid white against the rest of his tanned skin. Her mouth drew back slowly leaving a trail of wetness that cooled instantly adding another sensation into the mix. A low pop echoed like a gunshot through the blood draining from his brain as Sarah released his cock and attacked the twin sacs below. 

Sarah cupped the bulging orbs in her hand holding them aloft so she could run her tongue up the seam that separated them before drawing first one and them the other into her mouth. Paying special attention she applied just the right amount of suction to cause a tingle of pain that had Dom gripping her hair tightly in his grasp and whispering dark, hungry words for more. Returning to his abandoned cock, she closed her lips around the tip and pushed downward keeping her lips firm and tight to give added pressure. 

"Oh fuck!" Dom groaned. Throwing his head back he breathed heavily through the pleasure rippling up his shaft. There was no way he was going to be able to last much longer. Already he could feel his balls drawing up inside his body. Opening his eyes he looked at Braeden and mouthed at him to hurry.

Braeden resumed his thrusting, powering his cock deep into Sarah's grasping pussy with such force that his own desperation was made known. Her silken tissues pulled at his shaft with each down stroke and her whimpering moans blasted his ears with each upstroke. Friction so strong and pure burned every inch of him making his cock twitch as he pushed in eliciting a delighted moan from Sarah. Braeden grabbed at her hips, his arm muscles bunched as he pulled her body down onto his cock moaning as his orgasm arose to the peaking point.

Assailed in every direction, raw pleasure screamed through Sarah, shooting outward from her pussy with a fury that left her gasping for breath while another kind of pleasure was created by the thick shaft that burrowed into her mouth leaving her tongue tingling as the ridges of flesh slid over it. Every part of her soul yearned for her men's release. She wanted to feel it thick on her tongue, delicious and tangy, and hear Dom's cries of rapture. She wanted to feel Braeden's cum liberated from his body into hers while he shuddered underneath her, his arms wrapped tightly around her for support. Redoubling her efforts Sarah closed her hand over the exposed area of Dominic's cock. Gripping him firmly she slid her hand up and down the slick skin urging his passions higher and sending his orgasm racing for the summit.

"Oh God, baby! Just like that! Your mouth feels so fucking amazing! Don't stop baby, please don't stop!" Dominic opened his eyes the need to watch his beloved take him paramount. Lips red from the force of his thrusting took his girth eagerly, her tongue flicking along his length, as she pulled backward. He could see her throat expand as she took him deep the back of her throat rippling over the tip as she swallowed. Passion glazed eyes looked up at him in supplication, yearning for the taste of him. He could deny her no longer. "Here it comes, baby! Are you ready for my cum? Yes? Take it then and don't miss a drop! Fuck! Unh!" Dom ceased his movements holding himself still within the gripping vacuum of her mouth. His toes curled and his legs shook as one of the most powerful orgasms of his life tore up his spine, boiled through his nuts and jetted from his cock. Each mind-numbing spurt had his back arching and his hips rocking sending his shaft further into Sarah's mouth bathing the back of her throat with his essence. Pale amber eyes latched onto Sarah's throat as she swallowed each shot of cum.




Sarah's Encounter Ch. 04



As the last wave of pleasure engulfed him Dom pulled back leaving Braeden and Sarah oblivious to his presence as they strived to reach their own ecstasy. Dom stumbled back to his couch feeling intoxicated and extremely satisfied.

"Oh!" Sarah cried out as Braeden angled her hips and thrust even deeper into her aching vagina. With each thrust he pushed her towards the precipice of rapture. His arms pulled at her grinding his cock ever deeper until she thought she couldn't stand the biting pleasure anymore. In and out, up and down until her entire being was focused on the sweet friction created from their rubbing flesh. 

The stalk between her legs was like iron, hard and immobile forging through her slick tissue with devastating intent. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against his shoulder in submission. Reaching behind she gripped the back of his head her fingers tangling in the thick strands of hair as she angled her neck and brought his lips to the vein pulsating beneath her skin. She offered herself body, soul and blood to him.

Braeden was beyond reason, beyond anything but the feel of clutching, grasping muscles that squeezed his cock in rhythmic pulses. Tighter and tighter they bore down as the woman in his arms grew close to orgasm. His fangs, now fully lengthened, ached to plunge deep, his demon demanding he claim her insistent in its need to taste the hot, spicy flow of blood over his tongue. 

As if in answer to his prayer she reached for him offering herself up, her arms holding him, her soft mewl of need begging him to take his pleasure and give her back the ecstasy his claiming would bring. Unable to deny, his lips drew back and fangs plunged deep. 

Strong arms pulled her back into him when she would have arched away at the first flash of pain. Pleasure followed the pain instantly as if her body had waited purposely for just that moment when her vampire lover struck to release the awaiting orgasm, shooting her body into mind-numbing bliss that melted her bones and tore screams from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on the cock thrusting deep within and each inch of flesh that escaped her grasp sent more lightning pleasure crackling through her system until Sarah was sure every nerve ending in her body was fried.

Braeden groaned hard and loud against the soft skin of Sarah's neck. Christ, the taste of her, so sweet, so intoxicating, so his, it sent his mind reeling and his need spiking. Lower down her muscles gripped his cock so fiercely that the friction caused as he surged through brought him instantly to orgasm. He thrust once more, hard and deep until he was embedded at the entrance of her womb and let go of all restraint. It burst from the tightly drawn up sacs shooting with fiery intensity through his shaft and exploding from the head with such intensity that he grew light-headed from the overwhelming rush. 

Releasing her neck he tipped his head back, the tendons along his neck popping out, as his entire body grew tight as a bowstring. "Fuck, yes!" He growled through gritted teeth. Gathering his strength Braeden drove once more into Sarah's welcoming body, the last bit of pleasure and the most intense so far causing him to shudder as it left his body and jetted into hers.

Weak, Braeden slumped back into the chair bringing Sarah along with him. Clap! Clap! Clap! Two sets of weary eyes opened to find Dom stretched out on his couch, a grin on his satiated face, hands clapping. "Encore! Encore!" He said flippantly.

"Maybe later." Braeden replied grinning back.

"Oh God." Sarah moaned mortified. The stain on her cheeks had nothing to do with being over exerted and had both men chuckling.

Dom came back to himself as the voice on the airplane speakers requested that all passengers please fasten their seat belts. Hard, aching and renewed with determination he clicked his belt into place. Deep inside his beast lay restless and angry, ready to tear out the throat of its rival and feast on its flesh.



Sarah's Encounter Ch. 05



Sarah woke to the dim light of dusk outside the only window in her opulent prison. She lay there naked under a rose silk sheet staring up at the cream-colored canopy while inside her emotions were in turmoil. So thick were the shame, regret and anger coursing through her head that her throat threatened to clog up. Close to hyperventilating her breath sounded harsh and uneven while tears ran unchecked down the side of her face, trailing into her hairline.

So many questions raced through her mind. Where was she? Where was Sage? And finally the one that brought a whimper of pain would Braeden and Dominic ever forgive her? How could she have ever let herself believe Sage when he told her it was just a dream? 

God, she had to get a handle on this. Reining in her ragged emotions she took each breath one at a time, in and out, until minutes later she could breathe normally and function with calmness.

Ok, I was tricked into having sex with a vampire so that he could form a blood bond. Sage now had the same powers over her that Braeden and Dom had. He only needed to drink from her one more time and force his tainted blood into her for her body to accept only him as her mate. She couldn't let him do that. 

She had to get away. Her muscles protesting the movement, Sarah slowly rose from the bed and padded on bare feet to the window. She unlocked the latch, opened the window and looked down. The ground was a good distance below, nearly forty feet. There was no way she would be able to jump that distance. Turning away she glanced at the bed. Maybe she could use the sheets. But no, there were only two of them; they wouldn't even come close to getting her down far enough to jump safely to the ground.

Her motions now more frantic, Sarah hurried over to the door and saying a silent prayer, closed her hand around the knob and turned. The sound of the latch opening was like music to her ears. Leaving the door slightly ajar she moved back to the dresser and searched through it until she found a robe in off-white. Slipping it on she belted it tightly and left through the open door.

Her bare feet slapped along the stone stairs. She winced at the. Her heart, already in overdrive, kicked up a notch. Down the stairs she crept, the fear of exposure pressing down upon her was insistent and constant. Any second she expected to be caught and dragged back to that room.

When Sarah reached the ground floor there was no sensation of relief, in fact her panic increased. She was so close, just a few more feet and she'd be at the door. There was no thought about what she would do after she got outside, she just knew that if she could reach that door and get outside, it would be over.

She took her first hesitant step away from the stairway and then another.

"I see you've woken."

It was as if his voice snapped something inside her. She could feel it break and then she was running for the door as if the hounds of hell were after her.

"Stop." Sages' deep voice didn't even raise, but the strength and compulsion within it had her stopping so fast she nearly fell to her knees.

"Turn around and come to me."

Inside she screamed and raged while outside her body did as it was commanded. Step after step brought her closer and closer until her nipples brushed the crisp linen shirt that he wore.

Behind him the door to the castles living area opened silently.

"Please go in and have a seat." The compulsion was gone, but one quick glance into those hardened eyes and she knew he would force her if she didn't do as he asked. Walking across the room she chose an armchair separate from the other seating arrangements because it was only wide enough for one person. Turning around she started to sit.

"No. On the couch, if you please."

"I don't please." She replied, her chin lifting up in defiance.

His broad lips curled in a smile. "Do it to for me."

"Well if that's the case then, hell no." Sarah said bitterly.

The smile wilted from his face. Staring at her, Sage let her see the fierceness in him. She would do as she was told or he would take great delight in forcing her to. 

Shivering, Sarah moved to the couch and sat down. Her hands shook forcing her to clasp them together to keep Sage from seeing her nervousness. "Why did you do this to me? Why did you take me away from Braeden and Dominic?" Taking a deep breath, Sarah plunged onward. "I want you to let me go, right now."

Sage studied her, noting the visible anger and regret seething in her eyes whenever she looked at him. He knew she would have some small regret, feel some sense of betrayal over the fact that he lied to her. He was also sure she felt that she had betrayed her other lovers. But he had expected to prove to her through their lovemaking that she truly belonged with him. 

Little niggling doubts seeped into his head. A true mate would feel an immediate connection. She would feel the complete and total rightness of being with him, of loving him. And inside of him, that sureness that she was meant to be his seemed to have taken some dents.

She was being stubborn that had to be it. His bride-to-be was still mad at him for tricking her. It was that same stubbornness that was causing his doubts.

Stalking to the couch he sat down beside her and hauled her into his arms. With her ass nestled quite comfortably against his rising erection Sage slid his hands into her silky tresses and pulled, stretching her neck backwards and to the side so that the vein stood out, pulsing and ready.

Sarah cried out as her arms were bound to her sides and her neck was wrenched backwards. Kicking her legs and squirming did nothing. There was no escape from him. Already his eyes had bled to black, the irises rimmed with red. His lips grimaced in a snarl, the razor sharp tips of his fangs frighteningly visible.

"No, I won't let you do this! I don't want you! I don't love you! Let me go!" She screamed into his face.

"I'll never let you go." He stated simply. "You'll just have to learn to love me."

Sage lowered his head, the beating vein in her neck teasing him with the promise of its addicting sweetness.

Sarah struggled until the very last second before his fangs pierced her skin, plunging deep. "No." She whimpered brokenly as the sharp pain withered away to mind numbing pleasure. Her doubts and refusals were swept away on a tide of fire. Her pussy flooded with juices, her clit throbbing in time with his mouth pulling her life-giving blood through her vein. And when Sage's hand stole between her thighs to pluck at the sensitive bud she nearly wept with relief.

Sage pressed firmly against her clit, rotating it in small circles that started out slowly and then sped up. Switching tactics in mid-rotation he used the tip of his finger to flick up and down over just the tip of her, growling low in his throat when her hips followed suit. A quick pinch between thumb and forefinger had her hips bucking and grinding her ass into his cock. He liked that and did it several more times.

Sarah's pulse slowed as her blood drained away. Soon the sensitivity in her pussy waned. A cry of distress passed through her now colorless lips. Her breath, coming in short intermittent gasps, barely broke the silence of the room.

With a groan, Sage drew back from her neck, his tongue swiping over the holes to seal them. Bringing his lips close to her ear, he whispered, "Soon, baby. Soon, I'll give you your pleasure. But first you must do something for me. You must drink deep and in a few hours you will be born anew as my mate."

Sage reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. A long dagger-like nail lifted to the smooth expanse of skin over the center of his heart.

* * *

Using their enhanced preternatural senses, Dominic and Braeden raced across Scotland on the trail of Sarah and her captor. Each had said a litany of prayers for her safety, hoping against hope that she was all right, that she was still alive. 

Along the way Braeden had bemoaned the fact over and over that they had not taken that last step to finalize their mating with Sarah. But as the forbidding castle, where she was being held prisoner, came into view, it was a mistake that he swore to fix if given the chance.

Less than twenty feet from the front door of the castle the slurred thoughts of their beloved drifted into their minds. "S...Sorry Brae...sorry Dom. L....love you."

"No!" Braeden's anguished roar echoed through the hills. Dom, without pausing, switched forms in an instant, ignoring the pain that came with it. Where a man once was now the giant half-wolf, half-man ran on clawed feet. A burst of speed and they punched through the door like it wasn't even there.

Dominic took one look at the two figures on the couch, the woman slumped and white skinned, the man holding her ready to cut into his chest and give her the tainted blood of his body, and attacked.

Braeden was right behind, his rage growing even hotter as Sarah's captor dropped her unceremoniously to the floor. 

Dom sprang, his elongated jaw aiming for the man's throat. 

With preternatural speed Sage stepped to the side, his fist punched into the side of the wolf-man's head sending him sprawling to the floor a good distance away where he lay dazed.

Turning to the other man, Sage had no time to hold off Braeden. His head rocked backwards and pain exploded in his jaw as a fist plowed into his face.

Braeden grabbed the opened shirt of his opponent using it as an anchor to keep the man upright for the next punch. It never connected. One arm blocked his punch while another slammed into his stomach sending Braeden stumbling back.

Shaking his head, Dominic tried desperately to regain his senses. A look over his shoulder and he could see the blurred images of Braeden and Sarah's captor going at it. As his vision cleared he could see that his friend was not faring well. Blood seeped from several opened wounds and he had to defend himself instead of being on the offensive. 

Rising to his feet, he rushed back into the fray. His claws raked across the man's back, ripping through the shirt and leaving deep, bloody furrows. 

"Fuck!" Sage screamed in pain, his arm swinging backward in reaction. 

Dominic ducked, lunging forward his fist plowed into Sage's side knocking the wind out of him in a harsh rush of sound.

Braeden took advantage of Dominic's attack to land several more punches into the man's face and stomach before he was caught by a massive punch to the stomach that knocked him back into the wall. Three, large cracks zigzagged along the wall to the ceiling.

Sage turned to the werewolf his right arm executing the perfect uppercut. The wolf head snapped backwards, the body rising into the air from the force to end face up on the ground. Curling his hands into the wolf's throat Sage raised Dominic. Bringing the limp body closer, Sage's lips peeled back from his fangs ready to rip the throat out and drained the wolf's life force.

"Stop!" The woman's voice was deep and husky, the power within it ripping through the room like a nuclear bomb. Sage stopped in surprise dropping Dominic and looking to the far corner of the room. The woman's form was ethereal, her body perfection, her face strikingly beautiful. Floating just above the ground she seemed more apparitional than anything else, but that certain feel to a ghost was not there. 

"No, I'm not a ghost. And what I am I will not tell you. That's something you'll have to find out for yourself. I am so pissed at you!" She said shaking her finger at him.

Sages' eyebrows rose in surprise. "And why should I care that you're pissed at me?"

"I'll tell you why you should care. YOU PICKED THE WRONG WOMAN, YOU MORON!" 

Temper rising, Sage stalked toward the floating vision. "No woman talks to me like that!"

"This woman does! I was all set for you to finally get your head out of your ass and make me your mate that night at the bar. I bought new lingerie, a new dress; I was all set just sitting there waiting for you. But no, you in your infinite knowledge can feel that your mate is there but you didn't bother taking a good look around before picking the first bimbo you come across."

"You will not call our woman by that term." Braeden growled.

She glanced over a guilty look on her face. "You're right. I apologize. It's not her fault this jackass couldn't pick the right woman."

"Woman, you will cease denigrating me." Sage ordered firmly. The anger helped cushion his growing unease. Now that he'd seen her, he could feel the bond between them much more strongly than he had with Sarah.

She smirked back. "Make me. You can feel the rightness of what I say. You can feel the bonds that tie you and I together. Now, you can search for me. And I promise you, I won't make it easy." Her eyes softened as she looked at the girl lying on the floor. "She's nearly gone now. Unless you want her to die, I suggest you let her lovers finish their bonding." With a soft sigh she faded away.

Christ, what had he done? Sage scrubbed a hand over his face. The woman was right. He'd nearly brought over the wrong girl. Wearily he turned, wincing as the movement irritated various bruises and cuts. "My apologies are not enough, I know, but you have them anyway. I'm leaving; make use of the castle for as long as you need. I shan't bother you or her ever again." 

"See that you don't." Dominic growled from deep in his throat, rushing to Sarah's still form. Power shimmered within and his beast retreated under the threat of losing its mate.

When he was once more human, he knelt and lifted her head and shoulders laying her across his knees. 

Braeden followed suit kneeling on the opposite side so that she was supported by both of them. Raising their wrists to their mouths they slashed a long line in the outer side, which immediately welled with blood. Dominic twisted his arm and brought the wound in contact with Braeden's. Blood mixed, and dripped down between the lifeless lips of their beloved.

 

"Sarah....Sarah, you must drink. Dominic and I need you, love you. Drink, Sarah" The voice came to Sarah in that dark dreamless peace where she lay waiting for the last of her life to flee and the brilliant light she could see in the distance to grow closer. The decision was easy to make, love and happiness waited. She would not turn away from that.

Dom and Braeden waited, their breath held their heart in their throats and when her tongue came out to weakly lick up the precious fluid they shed for her, their sigh of relief mingled with Sarah's low, thready moan. Maneuvering their arms, they lowered their wrists until her open mouth covered each wound.

* * *

Dim images of the past few days floated through Sarah's head like water, rippling on the surface only to drift away downstream. She could see Dominic offering his throat to her and feel her incisors lengthening as she broke through the skin to taste the thick, rich preternatural nectar that was his blood. And then a new image appeared and it was Braeden replacing Dominic, already feeding from her, bringing her body to near orgasm, before the need to feed her starving body withered it away and she sank her own teeth deep into his neck.

The need for blood was like a living, breathing thing inside her. It was her soul driving force, the only care in her world. The lapse of time was meaningless; days had passed without her knowing it. Yet through it all she hadn't feared. Her knights had stayed right beside her, seeing her through the bloodlust and the convulsing pain of her conversion.

But now, as she slowly woke to reality, different needs were upon her, needs that had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with the pulsing, shifting desire deep in the heart of her cunt. Sarah opened her eyes, her preternatural eyesight seeing with finer details. The silk sheets beneath her body felt simply decadent, like the hand of a lover caressing her flesh to higher sensitivity. And to each side of her, in glorious naked splendor, lay her two mates.

Braeden to the right of her had fallen into vampiric sleep on his stomach, the long length of his hard muscular back draped by straight blond hair. Her hands itched to slide through the silky cascade. Lower down his thighs along with the compact, sculpted cheeks of his ass caused her breath to hitch in her throat. The lips of her pussy grew damp with need.

Dominic, on the other hand dozed on his back, one arm crooked above his head resting within his mane of brown curls. Sarah allowed her eyes to drink in the thick muscles that bulged in his arms, the six-pack abs that she so loved to nibble on and then down to his flaccid cock that was still quite large and would grow even further once she had him in her mouth. His legs were last, oh how she loved to run her hands along them, to feel them harden and clench under her ass as she rode him.

She knew they needed to talk. She needed for them to hear her apology. But the desire battering at her wouldn't wait, wouldn't be denied. Moving slowly and carefully so as not to waken Dominic, Sarah settled herself between his thighs. On her knees she stared at his masculine perfection. The thick width of his cock made her mouth water and her pussy clench with desire. The memory of his shaft slicing through her pussy had her biting her lip to keep her moan inside. It wouldn't do to wake him just yet. She wanted to have her fun first.

Sliding onto her belly, Sarah adjusted herself until her head was directly over Dom's cock. She wanted to watch his body come alive under her mouth. Anticipation soaked into every nerve as she lowered her head and leisurely licked her way along the side of his softened penis. Once, twice and then once more, her tongue rasped across the satin-smooth stalk. On the fourth lick his cock twitched. Raising her eyes she noted a slight change in his breathing and while still asleep a smile curled his lips as her actions transposed into his dreams.

Unconsciously smiling in return, Sarah carefully wrapped her hand loosely around him, raising his limbering erection to her mouth so that she could run her tongue ever so gently around the huge purplish tip. Bored with the lazy circles, she ran her lips down his flesh reaching the bulging sacs of his scrotum and eyeing them with wicked glee.

Opening her mouth wide, Sarah drew both sacs into her mouth with exquisite care. Dom loved her to do this, if he were flaccid at the time it would bring him to an instant hard-on, if he were already aroused he would grow even harder and his beast would break through to the surface growling at her, his amber eyes glowing wildly with approval. His cock rose standing straight and firm and a low rumble erupted between his lips.

He would be awakening any minute and there was one last thing that Sarah wanted to do before he did. She'd done it to him many times when they were making love, reaping the benefits when he turned feral one her and took her like a savage animal, but never had she done it while he was asleep. Lowering her head even further, she licked along the soft skin between balls and anus and then clamped her teeth on his skin, suctioning it softly and laving it with her tongue.

Dominic's dream crashed into reality. His eyes opened with a snap, taking in at an instant his luscious mate between his legs, doing wondrous things to him that numbed his mind, set his teeth on edge and nearly had him coming from the searing pleasure. Quickly he gripped her hair, yanking her head away. Giving her his most sinful smile, he said, "Hello, my naughty little girl. That was a nasty trick to play on me. You're very lucky that I didn't spend myself or you're very delectable ass would be feeling my hand right now."

Sarah couldn't help but grin back. They both knew that the pleasure she received from a spanking couldn't possibly be considered a punishment. She tried lowering her head wanting his cock deep within her mouth only he wouldn't let her.




Sarah's Encounter Ch. 05



"That's a no-no little girl. I need just a bit more time before I let you swallow my cock. We wouldn't want to finish this too early, now would we?"

"No." She said mournfully eyeing his body like it was an all-you-can-eat-dessert-buffet.

Dom laughed quietly. She was the perfect mate for him, always needing him, always wanting him. She matched his passion with a passion that was just as savage making their lovemaking more animalistic, more primal. He particularly loved it when his beast broke through snarling and growling at her only to have her snarl and growl right back. It set off a bout of rutting that brought both of them to mindless orgasm, both howling with ecstasy.

Tearing his eyes from the sight of her pouting lips and the images brought to mind, Dom concentrated on restoring his composure. His will had to be strong with no visible cracks to be able to carry out the sexual odyssey they planned for Sarah.

When his breath was calm and his cock no longer bitched him out for stopping, he captured her eyes once more. "I want my cock in that very sexy little mouth, Sarah. Suck him very slowly and make sure you get as much of him in your mouth as you can, every time. Understand?"

Sarah whimpered at the dominance in his voice. He knew how wet it made her to be controlled, to be ordered in that deep, throaty rumble of his. Wetness trickled down her thigh as she whispered her agreement. "Yes, Dominic."

Gripping her hair even tighter, he lowered her towards his cock, inch by inch, allowing the anticipation to heighten both their senses. He gritted his teeth as her exhaled breath brushed across his aching flesh. It felt like fingers, sliding over him, taunting him with the barest of touches. The throbbing in his cock became painful.

Her lips touched him and then her mouth was opening, swallowing the very tip of his cock into hot, wet velvet. "Son of a bitch!" He whispered harshly. "Your mouth is so fucking hot, Sarah! More, baby. Take more!" 

Dominick couldn't tear his eyes away from the vision of his cock disappearing into her mouth. One inch. Two inches. Fuck! Five inches. Just a few more to go and already he was in rapturous agony. He needed a distraction. Z..Y..X..W. God, what came before W!?

Sarah moaned, Dom was so hard and thick, stretching her jaw almost to its limits. His manly scent along with the slight tang of precum intoxicated her, made her even wetter. There was still more of him, enough that he would reach the back of her throat. God, yes. That's where she wanted him. With little ceremony she plunged downward. 

"Christ!" Dom roared, his spine bowing from the overwhelming delight of his cock being devoured with all the swiftness of a predator eating its prey. What he felt went beyond pleasure, taking him to another plane of eroticism. He could feel each minute detail, the way her lips felt around him, the way her tongue licked along his shaft, the tiniest bite of pain as her teeth scraped him the way she knew would inflame him. 

As her mouth slid upwards her hand grasped the revealed flesh, tightening around him until he nearly went out of his mind. Every nerve ending in his body felt centralized in his cock. His stomach muscles clenched and his hips thrust forward as she plunged once more taking him deep, so fucking deep, all the while arcs of unbelievable pleasure hurtled through his body. Beneath his skin his beast reveled in the raw savagery.

Dominic couldn't tear his eyes away from his mate's obvious enjoyment. Her eyes, dreamy and longing, stared back at him allowing him to see her need and the joy she felt in giving him pleasure. He knew what she wanted, what she was waiting for so he gave it to her. Using his grip in her hair, he forced her to his own rhythm. "You suck my cock the way I want it, naughty girl. That's right, hard and fast."

Sarah closed her eyes moaning as he forced her to do his bidding. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along his girth, stretching to accept him, uncaring that her lips were swollen and growing numb. He was so big, felt so powerful inside her. His precum flowed freely along with his verbal encouragement that grew more debauched with each second he remained within her mouth.

Dominic released his hold on her head as another hand speared through her tresses, gripped tightly and pulled her backwards. Sarah released Dom's cock with a moan of protest and looked up into the fierce expression of her other mate.

Braeden lowered his face close to his beloveds. "You started without me." He growled out. "That was a very bad thing to do. Now, I'll have to punish you." He smiled wickedly at her knowing from her widening eyes that she knew what was coming. 

Lowering her head back down to Dom's impatiently awaiting cock Braeden watched as her mouth opened and swallowed the long stalk of flesh. "Make sure you don't bite him, sweetness, or it will be his turn to punish you after I'm done." He ordered his eyes going directly to the rounded cheeks of her ass raised in supplication toward him. 

Moving behind her, Braeden stared at the shapely beauty of her ass. It taunted him, made him want to run his hands along those sweet curves, to squeeze them and part them so he could view the little opening that would soon welcome him with the most exquisite pleasure. He wanted to spank each cheek in turn, to see that first blush of pink turn into a more rosy hue. 

Sarah felt the cool bush of fingers whisper across her ass, slowly exploring her, then disappearing. The loud smack and resultant sting caused her hips to jerk and tore a gasp of sweet agony from her throat. Prepared now, she let the next blow sweep her along, the tendrils of pleasure/pain swirling through her mind and body like jolts of electricity. Soon her consciousness narrowed as her body became lost to the burning sting in her ass.

"Such a pretty, red ass." Braeden growled huskily, his hands squeezing her, pleased with the heat that emanated from her flesh. "Are you wet, sweet Sarah? Shall I find out?"

A delicious shudder coursed through her at the thought. She moaned her approval, waiting for his touch. Time seemed to stop as his hand slowly moved downward, skimming along her outer thigh, across the back and then her inner thigh. The prolonged anticipation nearly had her screaming her impatience. And then he was there, sliding through her wetness, testing her. One lone finger penetrated her, sliding deep inside. When he was all the way inside, he retreated curling his finger so that as he withdrew her G-spot was stimulated. Sarah inhaled sharply, her mouth tightening even more around Dominic.

"Oh Christ!" Dominic groaned. The amber in his eyes deepened as his beast moved closer to the surface. If things didn't speed up, it was going to escape his control and if he changed it might trigger Sarah's change then they really would be screwed. "Quit fucking around Braeden or I'm gonna lose it!"

Braeden nearly growled that he wouldn't be rushed before catching the desperation in Dom's voice. "Fine, I'll quit fucking around, as you so eloquently put it, but I'll be damned if I continue without a taste of her sweet pussy." He gave Sarah a sharp smack on the ass to get her attention. "Open your legs wide for me Sarah. I want to eat you up. I want to hear those sexy little noises you make as I lick every last drop of honey and then I'm going to make you scream."

The dark promise in his voice sent a heady zing of arousal coursing through her. Opening her legs as wide as she could, Sarah waited expectantly. There was the soft brush of his hair on her inner thighs, and then the warmth of his breath teasing along the folds of her slick vulva.

Braeden spoke, his command slightly muffled. "I'm waiting, sweetling. Bring your pussy to my mouth, so I can taste your sweetness."

The submissive feelings Braeden forced her to feel only spiked Sarah's arousal. As she lowered herself those final inches to his awaiting lips and tongue, her heart pounded an erratic rhythm. The first wisplike touch of his tongue on just the tip of her clitoris sent pleasure, pure and explosive, flowing through every nerve of her body.

The scent and taste of her arousal exploded through Braeden's senses, inflaming his needs. His next lick sent his tongue surging between the folds of her pussy, gathering up moisture on his tongue and ending with a sharp stab at her clit that brought a sharp squeal from his mate. He wallowed in her flavor, his cock sending its own painfully urgent demands to his brain. Hypnotized by the symphony of whimpers and cries, and the delicate taste upon his tongue, Braeden couldn't get enough.

Sarah writhed in desperation, the incessant lash of her mate's tongue kept her poised at the brink of orgasm. And yet, no matter how much she begged, that final jump was denied her. He kept at her, savagely flicking the tip of her clit only to slow as he sensed her approaching her peak. Then, finally he ceased completely.

Sarah released Dom, crying out brokenly. "No, damn you! No!"

Braeden ignored her, his hands running soothingly along her back, calming her quivering body.

Dom drew her back down to his cock, slipping it past her lips before she could curse again.

Braeden couldn't resist taking one more taste. The nectar flowing freely from her pussy was deliciously sweet. At her clitoris, he stopped and gently drew the erect flesh into his mouth.

Sarah shrieked as pleasure spiked through her clit. Instinctively lowering her hips, she begged for more.

"Yes, sweet, I'll give you more." Braeden said roughly. This time there was no stopping. He drew on her clit, sucking it deep into his mouth and then releasing it to whip his tongue across the tip. He repeated the torment over and over, feeling her body grow tighter and tighter, the muscles in her legs clenching against his skin. 

Her whimpers were interspersed with harsh, gasping breaths and long, drawn out cries. Taking her clit back into his mouth, he grasped it gently between his teeth, holding it captive for the final assault. Reaching up, Braeden grabbed her hips, holding her immobilized. His tongue stroked her clit with an unrestrained furor. 

Sarah gasped in delicious agony, her body surrendering completely to Braeden's consummate seduction. Pleasure grew rapidly, rising in her like the hottest fire. Every few strokes against her clitoris caused her body to strain with need. Mini orgasms caused her muscles to clench and pleasure to jump ten degrees. For safety's sake Sarah forced herself to release Dom. 

As she reached the peak, Sarah abandoned herself to the vortex of sensations. Ecstasy settled over her with blinding ferocity. Her mouth opened wide and sharp piercing screams rent the air. "Oh God, Yes!" 

Pulse after pulse of excruciating rapture surged through her. Muscle and tissue shuddered from the onslaught before giving out. Sarah fell forward, landing on Dom's hard, muscular chest. His arms wrapped around her holding her securely in his loving embrace.

Braeden slid out from under Sarah. His body roared with desire. Fangs had exploded from his gums as he ate Sarah's pussy and he'd had to be careful not to prick her with them. Now his body, knowing that completion was imminent, throbbed with the need to come and for the blood of his mate. Leaving the bed and the beauty laying there he moved to the nightstand and withdrew a tube of lubrication from the top drawer. 

Sarah sighed, savoring the sensations coursing through her. And yet, the powerful orgasm hadn't fully satisfied her. There was still need within her. There was still the desire to have her men deep within her body.

Dom kept his embrace loose; gently cradling Sarah despite the fearsome needs eating away at his control. His cock, swollen and thick, was harder than it had ever been in his life. His beast, scenting its mate's arousal, fought him for control.

He waited, giving Sarah precious seconds, until her breathing returned to normal before he urged her upwards. Wrapping his hand around his cock Dominic held it securely before Sarah's face. "Come up here baby and sit on my cock. I need you so fucking much. Take me inside, Sarah."

Sarah licked her dry lips. His erection was impressive, long and rigid, ready for her with the tip still wet from her mouth and his precum. She crawled forwards straddling his hips while the head of his cock brushed along the sensitive lips of her pussy. A shiver of anticipation raced up her spine. 

"Are you ready for my cock, Sarah? I'm going to go so deep inside you, naughty girl, that you'll always remember how it felt."

Sarah whimpered softly as Dominic pulled her down. Sliding his cock through the slick outer lips shielding her pussy he coated himself with her honey in preparation for his entrance. Bending his knees, Dominic lodged the head of his cock in the opening of her pussy and then gripping her hips he pulled her down at the same time that he thrust upwards.

"Oooo!" She cried out as his steel spike penetrated her vagina. Muscle and tissue gave way to his persistency while friction burned, sharp and pleasurable. As his shaft moved inexorably upwards, more and more of him disappeared inside her leaving Sarah reeling. It didn't feel as if he would ever end. Her nails dug into his abdomen and her eyes widened in surprise. 

Dominic had never used his werewolf abilities to the extent that he used them now. He allowed his beast just the tiniest bit of control, feeling it grow under his skin causing his erection to elongate and thicken. When his cock was mere inches from reaching the furthest depths within Sarah, he gave a forceful thrust that entrenched him fully inside.

Sarah screamed. The savagery with which she was impaled teased her preternatural halves to the surface. In her mind she could hear her beast's howl of approval and feel its urgency to mate. Her vampiric half reveled in the fullness deep within her pussy and the call of blood throbbing through veins just beneath the surface of Dom's neck. Her teeth elongated, ready for that first taste of sweet nectar. 

Braeden looked on, totally enraptured with Sarah's reactions. Back arched and hands fisted in her long hair, she reminded him of the hundreds of classical sculptures he had seen in his many years of life. Yet none of them could possibly be compared to her beauty. She shined with a passion that was pure and vibrant. With her beautiful breasts thrust forward he could see the dark nipples rigid from arousal. 

At her hips Dominic hands gripped her tightly preventing any kind of movement. Her cry of defiance went ignored.

Moving back onto the bed Braeden positioned himself behind Sarah, the tube of lubrication held loosely in his hand. Lightly, he fingered a loose tendril of hair before gathering the rest and brushing it over her right shoulder. "Lean forward, baby, so I can prepare your body." He whispered hoarsely against her ear.

Sarah knew what was coming, the stretching burn and unexpected fullness, the sharply exquisite friction created as they began to move within her body, the ultimate mastery of domination she felt being surrounded by hot male bodies. She couldn't prevent the shiver of awareness that crept up her spine nor the low moan of approval from escaping her lips. Dominic's arms slid up her back, pulling her down to his tightly corded chest. 

Uncapping the lubrication, Braeden squeezed a generous amount on his index finger. Bringing his hand to her body, he circled her anus spreading the lubrication on the outside, trying to ease the sudden tension emanating from Sarah. 

"Relax, baby." He heard Dom whisper. He could visibly see Sarah's body relaxing, her leg muscles loosening as she settled deeper into Dominic's embrace. Gently, he pushed his finger inside, easing through muscle until he could go no further. Twisting his finger around and back and forth, he coated her insides before pulling back out and adding another dollop of lubrication to his finger. He repeated this several more times before adding a second and then a third finger, the latter causing Sarah to gasp as he thrust in and out at a much quicker pace. 

"I'm going to have you now, Sarah. Hold very still for me." Braeden said, his voice thick with desire.

Sarah felt the wide crest prod at her anus. Gently, he pushed forward, entering her, forcing the stretched muscles to yield to his dominating invasion. Pleasure and pain fused as Sarah's nails dug into Dominic's arms.

Dom cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "Deep breaths, baby." He whispered. "Relax. It feels good, doesn't it, that little nip of pain. You just wait, sweetheart, once he's all the way inside we're going to take you to the heavens."

Sarah whimpered, her eyes beseeching him, before burying her face against his chest as Braeden surged forward with a constant and unrelenting force.

He gave her no quarter stopping only when she was fully impaled on his erection. He could feel her protesting muscles rippling around him, flexing, trying to adjust to the hot, hard length of his cock. The movement was almost more pleasure than he could have imagined. With Dom inside her pussy it was like being squeezed in a vice.

The invasion of her ass brought rawness to her pleasure, a sweet pain that appealed to her preternatural natures. Burning friction lanced her inner muscles as they clutched at the spike forcing its way inside, while behind her closed eyelids white spots danced. 

Braeden withdrew, his breath hissing between clenched teeth. Sarah's inner muscles clamped down around him, dragging along his shaft, fighting to keep him inside. Closing his eyes, he pushed back through hot, wet velvet settling deep. Such exquisite friction drew a hardened groan from the back of his throat. Gripping her hips even tighter he ceased all movement, allowing Dominic his turn.

Dom felt Braeden enter Sarah through the thin membrane separating them, felt the heat go from a slow burn to a roaring fire, and the fit, Christ it was so tight that just moving was going to be a battle. The threat to his control was monumental leaving it razor thin and unraveling fast. He used what was left to give Sarah precious seconds to adjust to their invasion. 

Already the wolf inside him was breaking free of its cage. It was tired of waiting, wanting free to mate with a ferocity Dom had never experienced before. And now that Braeden was nestled next to him inside their mate and her body was relaxed, he could finally let it free. Inside his wolf howled, merging with Dom until he was more feral than man. They would take their mate, the beast roared in his head; take her until both she and her beast were howling with rapture. 

Sarah's eyes widened as Dom's animalistic roar rent the air above her. Raising her head she risked a quick look at him. The look on his face caused her to catch her breath. Eyes glowing fierce amber stared back at her and she knew that these eyes were not the eyes of her mate, these were the eyes of the animal inside him and that animal was only interested in fucking. Deep within her she felt an answering pull as her wolf broke to the surface snarling a challenge back at Dom. His wicked grin let her know that there was still a shred of his humanity left.

"Oh!" She mewled as he withdrew and surged forward past ultra-sensitive tissue until he was once again fully embedded in her pussy. Instinctively, Sarah canted her hips allowing Braeden to pulled out slowly letting her feel each ridge of his cock as it dragged through her anus and then forcefully slammed back inside.

Minutes passed in splendid torment with each man mirroring their movements, first Braeden scorching through her ass with quick, stabbing thrusts and then Dom slicing through her pussy, each causing supercharged explosions to race up and down the length of her spine.




Sarah's Encounter Ch. 05



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"Fuck, Sarah! You feel so good. So hot and tight, baby." Braeden growled, increasing his pace. Already he could feel his orgasm building aided by the incredible heat and tightness surrounding his cock. 

A frisson of pleasure shivered through her at the tormented emotion in Braeden's voice. It made her feel all-powerful that she could bring such mind-numbing rapture to her lovers. That she could have them groaning her name, begging her to touch them, sent her own arousal soaring into the stratosphere.

Dominic was beyond speech, his wolf having taken over completely. He could not tell Sarah how good she felt sliding up and down his cock. He couldn't tell her how much he loved the dazed expression on her face or how her eyes would flare up as he gave her a particularly hard thrust. Needing her to know what he could not say he grabbed the back of her head and forced her eyes to his and then gave her a long, slow thrust, growling low and deep as she burned along his shaft.

Inundated with raw sexual energy, Sarah wallowed in the passions raging from each of her partners. She drank it in; let it seep through her pores, soaking nerve endings until her entire body was encased with pleasure. Behind her Braeden pierced her ass with long, smooth strokes, the raw act of possession bringing forth that part of her preternatural self that was vampiric. The need to be taken, to be dominated grew to massive proportions as did her need for his bite, to feel his fangs pierce her neck and know the ultimate act of his desire for her. Below her with Dom piercing her cunt with hard, nearly vicious thrusts she wanted to claw and snap at him, to bite him and taste his rich preternatural blood. Inside her head her wolf whispered, yes.

Sarah felt her nails lengthen into sharp wolf claws. Slowly and sensuously she raked down Dominic's shoulders, across his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. She continued downward over the rest of his body stopping to rest at the farthest point on his thighs that she could reach. The growl she received for her actions was deep and gravelly, full of predatory intent.

In an instant time stopped and started again with everything changed. The rhythm of their lovemaking rushed passed desperation and straight to volcanic. The air filled with harsh groans, lascivious demands and urgent pleadings. 

Braeden lowered his body, curling around Sarah's back. He could hear her blood racing through her veins. The scent of it was rich and addicting. It called to him like a siren's song, powerful and irresistible. "Move your hair for me, sweet Sarah. I'm desperate for the taste of you." He growled against her ear.

A delicious shudder fired her body. Inside her vampire blood heated with expectation. Her thirst for Dom's preternatural blood hit her like a punch to the stomach. Raising her hand, she swatted her hair out of the way. Her body hummed with anticipation. And class=Section3> 

when he struck, the flood of pleasure that saturated her almost instantly overcame the quick pain.

The orgasm that had been minutes away poured over her like a tidal wave. Her inner muscles clamped down drawing delicious groans from her partners. As each man forced his way through the tight barrier, the friction created suffused her with unimaginable ecstasy.

Unable to control herself, Sarah struck with the speed of a snake. Her fangs punctured Dom's jugular, his blood flowing over her tongue and tasting like the purest ambrosia.

A hiss escaped Dom at the quick pain, enabling him to regain just the merest touch of his humanity. Pleasure, sweet and fierce ebbed and flowed through every nerve and body part. He felt each pull of Sarah's mouth as a rhythmic throb deep within his tightly drawn balls. Cupping the back of her head he held her quivering body close. "Christ, that feels so fucking good, baby."

Dominic raised his eyes to Braeden's. He was sure the same strained features that graced his friends face were mirrored in his own. Around his cock, Sarah's pussy squeezed with an unrelenting pressure as she came. Closing his eyes he drove through groaning as the pressure increased around him. In and out, once, twice and then on the third the dam inside him ruptured sending his orgasm surging through his body, sizzling nerve endings and blasting his mind into millions of white-hot sparks. With a wordless cry Dom slammed back inside his cum bursting from the head of his cock, showering her insides.

With his two companions already in the grip of orgasm, Braeden's needs couldn't be denied anymore. His reaction was swift and violent. Withdrawing his fangs, he slid his tongue over the puncture marks catching the last droplets of blood and closing the holes. The turbulence of his passion had him stroking in and out in hard erratic stabs. His mind felt seared by the savagery coursing through him. Wet silk sheathed him gliding over his cock with such aching fire he was sure he'd be burned alive.

He could hold back no longer, ecstasy in it purest form, lightning-hot and soul searing, ripped his body apart, while liquid fire raced through his veins. His cock swelled, growing even more sensitive as jet after jet of hot cum erupted from the tip. "Oh, fuck yes!" He cried out.

Pleasure continued to radiate through him in decreasing waves leaving Braeden stunned and weak. Collapsing onto his side, he ran his and up and down Sarah's waist and thigh. Unbidden his mind raced back to the image of his love lying in his arms, white and nearly lifeless. Shaken once again he couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. "I love you, sweet Sarah. So damn much."

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The pleasant feelings still throbbing through her died a quick death upon hearing Braeden's declaration. The sick feeling inside her doubled as Dom spoke up.

"Damn it, Braeden! I wanted to tell her first!"

She felt Braeden shrug against her back. "You snooze, you lose." He retorted.

"Dick." Dom muttered jokingly. "Hell, Sarah, I love you too."

The tears wouldn't stop now. God, how could they love me after what I did?

Braeden, sensing her unease slipped quietly into her mind. He was quite shocked upon reading her. "None of what happened was your fault."

"But it was." She whispered, closing her eyes. "Sure I thought it was a dream, something that I had no control over. And since it was a dream it would be guiltless. Just an innocent fantasy."

Dom spoke up. "Sarah, if you had known it was real would you still have gone through with it? Wanted it?"

Her response was quick and decisive. "No!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you both and in the real world sex without that love is empty."

"There you go." Braeden said giving her ass a sharp slap. "We would never hold a dream against you nor your body's response to it. None of what happened has damaged our relationship or our love for you. Now put it behind you and let me hear you say that you love me again."

"No!" Dom piped up. "You got to tell her you love her first. She has to tell me she loves me first."

"Fine, whatever."

Sarah looked into Dom's faked pouting face and burst out laughing. "I love you, you dork."

"Well now I liked the "I love you" part very much, but the name calling is going to get you a spanking."

"Ok, but later. I'm hungry."

Braeden cleared his throat.

Sarah twisted her head until she could look into his eyes. "I love you, too. Now feed me."

"My pleasure." He growled, his eyes full of wicked intent. 

The End. 



Sarah's Encounter



Staring at the Braden's impressive cock, Sarah felt a thrill of sexual awareness just imagining it ravaging her body. Shyly she trailed her fingertips along the length, a sigh of appreciation slipping past her lips at the warmth and velvety smoothness of the tip. Wrapping her hand around him she lazily stroked it, enchanted with the steel hardness sliding through her hands.

Braeden couldn't keep his eyes open. The sight of her totally enraptured by what she was doing to his shaft nearly undid him. Her hand ceased on him and he could sense movement. Waiting with tense anticipation he soon felt the merest whisper of breath just before his balls were sucked into wet heat. He twitched. Groaning he let the sensation of her tongue swirling around his balls, laving the sensitive flesh, envelope him

Needing to see Sarah, Braeden opened his eyes. He was instantly captivated by the rapt look on her face. Sarah's eyes followed the movement of her hand as it slowly slid up and down his cock. She drew away from his full sacs, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. The movement sent a wave of overwhelming need spiking through him. "Take my cock in your mouth baby. I need to feel your lips and tongue on me. Please baby." He whispered, his voice tight with need.

He roared from deep within his throat as she did just that, swallowing his cock nearly to the root. Lightning jolts of pleasure shuddered through his body. Blinding white sparks exploded behind his closed eyes.

Sarah thrilled at Braeden's total abandonment to the pleasure she was giving him. Feral growls continuously poured from his throat and his muscles bulged with the effort to control the need burning deep inside. Slipping into a rapid motion, Sarah used her hands and mouth with wicked ease, bringing Braeden to the brink of orgasm. She would have continued until his cum drenched her mouth if he hadn't forced her to stop.

"Enough!" He yelled. Vampiric needs crashed over him in waves, stimulating his mating instincts. The sound of her blood called to him, the divine sent beckoning him to feed. His fangs lengthened until they were needle sharp spikes in his mouth. Braeden hastily positioned himself on top of Sarah, his sensitive shaft twitching from the brief brush of her pubic hair.

If Sarah had had any doubts left, the sight of the deadly looking fangs would have shattered them to pieces. The fact that she didn't care, that her need to have his thick cock pounding inside her until her world exploded with rapture was more important to her even if that need caused her death, slightly shocked her.

Braeden read her mind smiling despite his need. What he would give her tonight would be better than any of her expectations enhanced a thousand times over.

Sarah clutched Braeden's arms as he lifted his chest off of her. The tip of his arousal hit the opening of her pussy, pushing inside, stretching her open to allow the rest of his cock to forge inside with a surge of his powerful hips.

"Oooo!" Her eyes closed and her neck arched. Never had she felt so full. He was lodged deep inside her, rock hard and pulsing with need.

His hips moved, dragging his cock through her slick tunnel, the friction, sharp and sweet. Her scream echoed through the chamber as Braeden withdrew until just the tip was inside before slamming back into heat. 

Groaning, Braeden reveled at the tight passage surrounding his shaft. Past the point of gentleness he allowed his preternatural tendencies free rein, taking his willing captive with a savagery she had never experienced. Baring his fangs, he pummeled her, thrusting in and out, bottoming out with each stroke.

Sarah gasped, consumed with the sensations being produced inside her body from Braeden's animalistic fucking. Over and over he thrust inside her, forcing her higher and higher to the very peak of orgasm. She became lost in the sensations battling inside her, begging and pleading to be given more, to be taken harder and faster.

Breathing harshly, Braeden could wait no longer. He could hear the blood pulsing through her veins, see it beating at her throat, could already taste it on his tongue. With his orgasm imminent, he needed that delicious fluid pouring over his tongue. Needed it with every fiber of his being. Lowering his body he gripped her hair, pulled her neck taut and sank his fangs deep. The groan that emitted form his throat was that of a starving man as the first gush of her sweet nectar poured down his throat.

Sharp pain dissolved into the sweetest and greatest pleasure she had ever known. It invaded her body, spreading through her like wildfire. It pulsed and throbbed in contrast to the hard shaft stroking deep within her pussy. Pleasure built without release, wave upon wave, and layer upon layer until it had to be released in the loud piercing screams that ripped from her throat.

Like an aphrodisiac the taking of her blood enhanced his pleasure to a razor sharp degree. It took every ounce of will power he had not to drain her body until she was nearly at deaths door and then replace that blood with his own, bringing her over to his way of life. Only the many years with Dominic and his promise to him allowed him the control he needed to withdraw his fangs, closing the tiny pinpricks in her throat. Raising his hand he raked a fingernail across the vein in his neck, slicing through the skin and into the jugular. Red blood trickled down his neck. Grabbing Sarah's head he brought her mouth to his throat and using his voice compelled her to drink.

His blood was the sweetest nectar, so potent that she knew she would never be able to get enough. The first taste of it had Sarah's climax exploding inside her. Brilliant lights danced in her head and searing bolts of pleasure sizzled their way through her body. 

Moaning she clutched him tighter, drawing stronger on his throat.

Her orgasm pulsed around his cock, the muscles of her slick passage squeezing him tight. A few more strokes and his orgasm was upon him. His balls drew up inside his body and hot cum barreled through his shaft to jet from the tip in fierce blasts of pleasure.

"Yes! Take it, baby! All of it, every last drop." He shouted thrusting fiercely while several more shots erupted with mind numbing jolts of pleasure. 

As his climax eased, Braeden slumped exhausted onto Sarah, careful to keep his full weight off of her.

"You're such a delicious fuck, my sweet one. I shall have to be extremely careful not to take too much." He whispered between breaths.

"Will you let me go now?" Sarah asked wearily. Fear was once more raising its ugly head.

He raised his head and gave her a look of dead seriousness. "No, my sweet Sarah. That I will never do. You are much to precious for me to ever give you up. And now that I have partaken of your blood and you of mine, I will be able to find you should you try to escape me, wherever you may go."

A lone tear trailed down the side of her face. 

Tenderness spread through Braeden urging him to give comfort. Soothingly he spoke, "Sh, don't cry baby. All will be well. You just need a little time to realize that you do not really want to leave me." 

Gathering her in his arms he rolled so that she lay against him, her head nestled in the curve of his shoulder. Lowering his voice to the melodic compelling tones he ordered her to sleep and not to wake until Dominic woke her. Brushing his hand through her thick tresses Braeden marveled at the pleasure still coursing through his body. He had been right when he told Dominick that she would liven things up. 

Any minute now the sun would be coming up; he could already feel it beating at him, tiring him. He would stay here with her, holding her until he was finally forced to leave her but that and that alone would be the only thing allowed to take her away from him.