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

“You know I kind of like this bedroom.” It was just a room with a bed on the floor, firelight dancing, and a few random personal items, but it was ours.

“You trying to tell me you don’t want the fancy master upstairs?” Kris stripped out of his clothes and crawled under the covers.

I shrugged. “Just stating a fact. This room is…us. Thrown together, making do, and romantic.” I slid in beside him, anxious for his body warmth. The fire was roaring, but it was snowing outside.

“Romantic, huh?” He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me tight against him, my back to his front.

“Yeah. Who doesn’t want to sleep by a fire like this?”

He nuzzled my throat. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we’ll have a fireplace upstairs, too.”

“Are you really happy, Kris?”

I felt him go cold and still behind me. “Why are you asking?”

I was glad I was looking away. I didn’t want him to see me. “This was the test. After everything we’ve been through, now is the time to really think about what you want. Is it more of that, or something different?” I held my breath.

“Different?” He said the word in pieces, like he’d never heard it before. “Why are you keeping your wall up?”

He could feel me pretty much no matter what I did, but the wall kept it fuzzy and indistinct. “Because I don’t want our connection to influence you.”

He sighed and flopped onto his back. “I knew trust would be hard to come by with as quickly as all this happened, but fuck Rain. Seriously?”

I curled into a ball. “I can’t, in good conscience, move forward until I know you’ve considered this thoroughly. I just can’t.”

Long, deep silence stretched from seconds into minutes. The only sound in the room the crackling of the fire and sounds of snow falling outside the window. When he finally spoke it was low and steady.

“I’ve always felt a connection to you, even if I didn’t fully realize it. I can see it now, looking back. That’s why it didn’t really surprise me when things changed. When I saw you as my female for the first time. It was right and I knew the truth of it down to my bones. Would I pick falling in love right as the world goes to shit? No. No I would not. But if it’s going to shit then let’s fight it together. For me, there is no other option. I can’t fathom another option.”

He pressed me onto my back and moved over me, capturing my wrists and holding them hostage as he looked down at me with all the love in the world. “Now let me back in.”

I dropped the wall and had to brace against the flood of emotions that hit me all at once.

Kris rubbed his nose along mine. “See? You can’t deny that.”

No. No I couldn’t. “I’ll stop asking and second guessing. I’ve given you enough chances to run and you’re determined to stay. So now you’re stuck.”

“I’m fairly certain you’re the one that’s currently trapped.”

I pressed against his hands. “You seem to have a point.”

“And an excellent opportunity to illustrate my feelings for you, in intricate detail, so you don’t forget.”

Oh my…

“No games. No tricks. Just you and me.” He nudged my legs apart and I let him in, cradling his hips with my thighs. “We don’t go slow often enough for my tastes. We let the adrenaline carry us away.” He began to rock against me.

“It is helpful to work through complicated emotions with sex.”

“It’s also helpful to stop and make love.”

I felt him begin to harden between us. With a few quick moves he adjusted so that instead of rocking against my clit he was rocking into my center. I sighed with relief at the contact. Connected inside through both our minds and our bodies. His thoughts and feelings flowed to me and mine to him, creating a circular exchange that deepened our connection to the point I wasn’t sure what was Kris and what was me.

Each rock of his hips brought him just a little deeper and just a little harder. The slow intensity made me feel everything. Every inch, every breath. Our kisses were just as slow. Savoring. Yes, that’s what they were. We savored this moment and wanted to memorize it all.

There was no I or You, no him or her. Just We. Just Us.

He shook as he moaned against my throat, his cock finally buried deep. He stretched me wide and the ache was perfect.

“I feel everything,” I whispered. I couldn’t find my full voice, but I felt like I needed to say it out loud.

“All of us,” he whispered back. “Every inch of skin. Every wave of pleasure.”

He let my wrists go and slid one hand under my hips while drawing up his knees, hitching me up against his thighs. Then he pressed my legs wide, then up, hooking his shoulders behind my calves. Firelight danced over his arms, but his face was a dark shadow to my eyes.

He thumbed my nipples and a gleam of white pierced the shadows as he grinned. “I do like feeling them harden when I touch them.”

I arched and moaned, wiggling my hips as need swept through me.

“I like it even more when you start to squirm.” He pinched one nipple between his fingers and groaned as my inner muscles squeezed around his cock in answer. “Like playing an instrument.” He flicked and pinched, pulled and clamped, making my body squeeze and hum at his command.

When he finally leaned over he took a moment to suck each one into his mouth and nibble with his teeth, before moving the rest of the way over me, taking my wrists in his hands and pressing his fists into the mattress.

Like this it was impossible to feel anything but small. Especially when he withdrew and slowly slid back inside, reminding me with every inch that he was all male. I could just barely make out his thick cock in the firelight. It glowed orange as the light danced over Kris’s skin. I marveled at how something so thick could fit inside me. We weren’t playing games tonight, so it hadn’t changed size or shape, but naturally Kris was as thick as his wrists, jutting out from his abdomen like his whole body was made to flow into it, like it was as much a part of his hips and abs as it was its own glorious thing. It made even slow, careful thrusts powerful.

“You’re watching,” he murmured, sliding back out and then pushing back in.

My abdomen swelled as he filled me. “I like seeing us as one.”

He pulled back again, his hips cocking as he plunged deep once again. “Fucking hell. The heat. The wet. It all aches for more.”

I moaned as he filled me once again, making me take every inch and feel his size as he slowly stretched me wide. His cock pressed down and in so I could feel the heavy weight. “I don’t want to stop. This feels too perfect. Like this is how we’re meant to be.”

“Then I won’t stop.” He kept up his slow assault on my pussy. Thick, long, and hard, he slowly pumped in and out, taking my breath away. “I love being buried inside you. I love being soaked in your arousal.”

“I love the feel of you filling me up until there’s nothing else. Just you and me.”

He pressed deep, then pressed even deeper, locking us together. “Like this?” He kissed me while my body squeezed his cock tight, my muscles quivering.

“Yes!” I gasped.

“I’m making a note of this for future fun.”

“I look forward to it.”

He kissed me again. “I’m not sure you should. I plan to torture you with this particular preference.”

“Oh really?”

His cock twitched, pressing against every nerve. “Oh yes. I’m going to hold you down, fill you up, and refuse to move until you come.”

“That sounds amazing!” I wiggled at the thought of it.

“You won’t think so at the time. You’ll be frustrated. And that’s why we’ll both like it in the end.” He began another long, slow withdrawal that left me aching to be filled again.

My clits throbbed. “Any other current plans to torture me with your cock?”

He pulled out so just the last inch remained inside me. “Many.”

“Care to share?”

He considered for a moment, his smile mostly hidden in shadow. “Not really. I like surprising you.” He thrust hard and fast inside me, surprising me.

The sudden invasion took my breath away. “Yes! Like that!”

Kris slowly drug his heavy cock back out to the tip, his powerful body hovering over me, and then without warning, slammed down inside me. The sudden jolt made me feel more separated from Kris again.

“Yeah, being one is great, but so is being me. I really like being able to focus on my dick.”

“Can you focus your dick on my pussy, please?” As much as I wanted the slow to last all night, a burning need for more was quickly taking its place.

“Tell me what you feel.” He slammed into me again.

I cried out. “You’re huge. You’re stretching me wide.”

“That’s right, princess. Take my huge cock in this tight, hot, wet little pussy.”

There was my dirty talker! In truth, I missed him.

“All pinned down underneath me. Can’t move, can’t even writhe. All you can do, princess, is take it.”

“No more love making?” I teased, my blood heating with every word out of his sexy mouth.

“Oh, this is love making too. But our way.” He began to pump now. Up and out, down and in. “My princess needs this as much as she needs slow and steady. She needs me to blot out every thought in her busy head. And the best way to do that is to overwhelm her until all she can think about is begging for my dick.”

“Yes!”

He pressed his forehead against mine, groaning as pleasure rolled through him. “Come on me. Show me how much you love my dick filling you up.” Then his voice dropped back to a whisper. “I want to feel you.”

He pounded at me until I did just that. I had no choice at all. No control over the orgasm that struck me out of nowhere like lightning from the sky and shot through my core, milking his cock until he came inside me too.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I kept moaning as he filled me over and over. It was too much and I didn’t think I could take it, but somehow it made my orgasm even bigger and longer.

When he finished, Kris rolled us to our sides, thrusting back into my heat until I came a second time. And then we both drifted off into a dreamless sleep.