Virgins and Vampires: Blood Falls (The Blood Falls Book 3)

“This is delicious. Thank you.” I should have known Kris would make something wonderful, even in a cave.

“Thank you. I make a batch about once a month to keep. It was easy to grab.”

“You make chili once a month?”

He nodded, grabbing a slice of cornbread and dipping it into the bowl. “It keeps well and you can eat it in a variety of ways. It’s good hermit bachelor food. Nutritious too.”

Between the hearty chili, sweet cornbread, and dark beer, I was stuffed. “How many ways are there to eat chili?”

He wiped his mouth and sat back with his beer. “Simple like this. You can put them over fries. Make a killer plate of nachos. My favorite is a bowl like this, but with a handful of shredded cheddar and a spoonful of sour cream.”

I had to admit he was right. Those all sounded like fun options. “Plus it’s warm on a cold night.”

“Exactly.”

“How much food did you pack?”

“Enough.”

“Does anyone know where we are?” I knew Kris wouldn’t tell anyone in my family after he found the medallion, but I suspected one of his siblings knew. Kris wasn’t the type to leave without a word.

But his answer surprised me.

“Cass. I told Cass.”

It made so much sense. Loyal to us both. She’d get word to us if there was news. “You know…it’s very attractive how smart you are.”

“Well that’s good. Because I’ve been wondering what sex—just sex—is like with us.”

“Could be terribly boring.”

“I doubt that.”

But the thrill of finding out was enough to get me out of my chair. I cleared the plates and got to washing them while Kris stored the leftovers and placed the container on the cold rocks with the rest of the food he packed. After that we had nothing to do until news came.

Nothing at all.

“I might be intense,” Kris said as he came to stand beside me.

“We were attacked. It’s understandable you might have some emotions to work out.”

His hand came to my cheek, sending tingles over my skin. “You were attacked. I merely stood in the way.”

“The way you protected me was very, very hot.”

He scooped me up and tossed me on the bed. “Hands on the headboard.”

My whole body lit up at the command. And while sometimes it might be fun to play back, to ease into the roles we tended to like in bed, Kris’s tone told me tonight was not one of those nights. He had needs.

I didn’t put much thought into the clothes I shoved in my bag, so I was currently dressed in another dress. This one meant for evenings in my bedroom. It was made of a warm thick fabric that hung to my ankles. It was fitted though. It hugged my whole body and opened in a deep V at the front. Kris approved of it the moment I slipped it on.

So I wasn’t surprised he wanted me to keep it on. He came to stand beside where I kneeled in front of the headboard. “This evening dress. How many do you have?”

“Just like this?” I purred. “Three. But I have half a dozen more that are similar.”

His eyes flashed. “You should always wear them. Always.” He pushed the fabric aside, exposing my breasts easily.

“For you, I will.” My breasts suddenly felt very heavy. They ached in a good way. I had no idea what Kris was thinking beyond the way he looked at me with those expressive eyes of his. He seemed hungry.

“It’s strange to touch you and only feel you. No emotions come with it.” He cupped one breast, then the other, weighing them.

I wondered if he could tell they were heavier. He brushed a thumb over one nipple, watching as I sucked in a ragged breath. “You remember the first time you brought me here?”

His eyes danced. “When I gave you your first orgasm? Yes. I dream of it often.”

“Why?”

He switched breasts, running the backs of his fingers over the soft skin, then teasing my nipple with light brushes. “I dream of everything we’ve ever done, including the first time I kissed you here.” He gave my nipple a light pinch. “The first time I pushed my fingers inside you.” Another pinch. “The first time I tasted you.” He brought both hands to my breasts, admiring them. “I’ve never seen a gown like this.”

“I saw it in a magazine. It felt indulgent and fancy, so I made some.” I never thought anyone would see them but me, let alone like them as much as I did.

“You made these?”

I nodded.

His eyes moved up to meet mine. “I hope you make more fun things for me, and only me, to see.”

“I will if you want me to.”

He groaned. “Fuck I love when you say things like that.”

It was fun to explore like this. No senses. No feelings other than the raw emotions that bubbled up inside me. It all felt so raw and new. “I know exactly what I’ll make next.” It seemed silly when I saved the page. Why would I ever wear anything like that for myself? But it was perfect for Kris.

“Now, scooch back just a little and lean forward. Hands still on the headboard.”

While I adjusted, Kris adjusted—his cock that is. He moved it so it was once again trapped behind his waistband before he sat on the bed behind me. My skirt went up and then his face was between my legs, smiling up at me. He moved the pillows around and then disappeared again, his hands moving up my thighs to my hips, moving me right where he wanted me.

On his mouth.

He nuzzled and lapped at first, growing more aggressive as he turned me on. I wasn’t allowed to move. He made that clear. Every time I tried, he dug his fingers into my skin until it hurt. So I didn’t grind against his mouth. I didn’t rock my hips. I stayed right where I was and took it all.

Then he slowly sat up, moving between me and the headboard, stopping to suckle at my breasts. I felt his hard cock twitching in his pants, straining for my swollen pussy. But he didn’t do anything about that. Instead he took my exposed breasts in his hands and sucked, pinched, and tweaked until I was a moaning, dripping mess of need.

“You want something, princess?” He pressed his hips up.

I about lost it right then and there. “I want whatever you want.”

His eyes sparkled. “And why is that?”

“You always know exactly how to please me.”

“Good princess.” He pressed a kiss to each nipple. “I love it when you give yourself to me like this.” He flipped me onto my back and spread my legs wide. “I will always know what you need, I promise you that.” He pressed my legs up by my breasts, then lifted my hips again, the small of my back resting against his thighs, my feet beside my head. “Fucking gorgeous the way you let me play with you.”

His eyes gleamed as he pressed his cock down towards my entrance. His left knee remained on the bed as my brace, while he raised the other to rest on his foot, his knee now in the air by his hip. The change in angles gave him leverage and power over me. Keeping his hand on the base of his erection, Kris pressed inside.

At this angle I could do nothing but watch as his thick crown pressed me apart and dipped inside. The visual was breathtaking. It looked impossible. Even without our gifts, Kris was well endowed, as were all samhain males. His natural erection was as wide as his wrist and as long as his forearm. Watching it fill me took my breath away every bit as much as the way he stretched me. Every inch of him sent another wave of pleasure through my core that loosened my tension and allowed him to press deeper.

It was like taking him for the first time all over again. Only this time there were no magical enhancements to ease the way. But then again, there would be no call to his body to grow and expand either.

“So beautiful like this. I like the dress staying on while your tits stay out for me to see. Your skirt all up around your waist so I can have your pussy all to myself. Fuck, I love this angle. It feels so good to press down into you like this.” He hissed as another inch slid inside me.

I let out a moan of pleasure and pain. His thickness stretched me wide and everything began to throb as my body swelled around his invasion. “So thick,” I choked out.

He grinned. “And look at you taking all of me into this hungry pussy. You’re always so eager for more of my dick.”

And that was the truth of it. Gifts or no. Hours and dozens of orgasms or not, I always wanted more. There was nothing like giving myself to Kris or being filled by him in every way. It fulfilled me so completely.

“This will be new to both of us. How nice is that?” His hands moved to my thighs as he pressed the last of his length inside my channel.

He twitched and I moaned as every inch of him pressed up against my belly at once. I was so full and he pressed so hard that my belly swelled so we could see exactly where he was inside me.

Kris pulled back a couple of inches and then pushed back deep, watching the change. “Fucking gorgeous taking me like this.” He kept up the slow torture. One inch, then two. One again. Rubbing right against my nerves on the inside while my clit swelled outside, looking for attention Kris had no intention of giving it.

He was having too much fun giving us visuals to live forever on.

“Look at that. I press into this hot, wet cunt and I can see you taking all of me. Can you see it, princess?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He reached down and fingered my nipples while his cock was buried so deep it couldn’t go anywhere. “I feel your muscles quivering around me, feel how hot and ready you are. What do you think, Rain? Will you be able to come again and again without your gifts? Or should I cool you off under the falls?”

“I can come again!” I said on a rush. I would make myself come as many times as he wanted as long as I could keep feeling like this.

“So eager to please me.” He gave my nipples a hard, long pinch, then grabbed my thighs and began pounding. It was like a piston slamming into my core over and over. He filled me so completely I had no choice when my orgasm hit. I couldn’t have held it back if I wanted to. I yelled and twisted my fingers in the sheets. I couldn’t take anymore, but Kris kept pounding.

“So fucking gorgeous. So full of cock and nowhere to go.” He had me pinned.

My orgasm rolled into a second.

I went limp from the pleasure. He pulled me up his body until my head was between his legs and my hips were at his chest.

“Drink, Rhiannon.”

I nuzzled his inner thigh and bit. His rich, powerful blood flooded into my mouth and I began sucking like I was starved for blood. A moment later I felt him do the same to my thigh. The electric sensations connected in my mind and body, sending waves of pleasure through me from head to toe. I moaned against his powerful thigh as I drank from him, sending my orgasm into a third just as powerful wave.

At first I didn’t notice that Kris had his fill. Not until I felt his tongue slide inside. My ankles wrapped around his neck and pressed him against me. Kris moaned in approval, lapping, sucking and nuzzling my orgasm on.

I kept drinking, lost in my orgasm, not thinking about how much to take. For once I finished when I was full. Kris sighed with relief. “That was good, princess. Always take what you want, not just what you need.” Then I was back on my back, my hips in the air, as Kris pressed into my rear channel. “Now I’m going to take what I want.”

“You like me like this. Hips in the air.”

“I can get deeper and you lose all control to me. So yeah, it’s a win-win.” He grinned, so proud of himself.

And that was okay with me. My body was his. I enjoyed watching him decide whether to go fast or slow, hard or soft. To change angles or stay where he was. He loved my body and I loved him using it.

He hissed as his cock pressed halfway inside. “I like you on your stomach, but getting to see those tits? This might be better. Touch yourself for me? You’re too far away.”

At first I gently fingered my nipples because they were so sensitive, but that quickly faded. Every touch produced a tug inside. One that squeezed around nothing and one that squeezed almost painfully tight around Kris.

“That’s right. Just like that.” He rewarded me by stroking my clits. He drew out an inch, then stroked two inside. An inch out, then two more. Over and over until his whole cock disappeared again. He pinched both my clits at once and I arched, not sure if it felt good or bad. “I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself.”

I had to force myself to think. To open my eyes. There was Kris looming over me, his cock completely buried inside, eyes gleaming as he fingered my clits. He raised his eyebrows.

I found my nipples again and tugged, feeling the same thing inside me. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

I began to shake. “I can’t take anymore!”

He released my clits and moved over me. His big body covered all of me with my hips still in the air. “You can, princess. But it’s okay. We’ll be sweet now.” He kissed me deep as his cock moved in my rear channel. His hands moved under my back and he lifted my nipples to his mouth, covering them in mind numbing kisses. Then he took my hands and interlaced our fingers above my head. “Just keep those legs spread.”

His hips did all the work, thrusting in and out of me slowly. For fun he pulled out and slammed into my core. The sudden change—being so empty and then so full—took my breath away.

“I can’t grow to please you tonight. This is not something I enjoy. I can feel how very hungry you are, how much more you need. But don’t worry. We’ll make up for it next time.” He pulled out again and pressed back into my rear channel in one smooth stroke. “You ready, princess?”

With my hands held captive and my legs spread wide I had little choice but to lay still while Kris took what he wanted. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“All this stress and work has taken us away from all the fun we should be having.” He took long, slow, purposeful strokes. “But I’ll make sure we get more time. I have so much I want to do with you, Rhiannon. So much.” He exploded with a growl. His hips jerked.

I had nowhere to go as his heavy body put everything he had into fucking me hard. His orgasm lasted forever it seemed. When he finally stopped he didn’t roll to the side. Instead he slid down my body until his mouth was on me again. I was so swollen I cried out. Again when he shoved his fingers into both my channels. He forced me to orgasm two more times with his mouth and fingers before he pulled me into his arms and we both dropped off into a much needed sleep.