Lord of Shadows is an ongoing serial story.
Content advisory: m/f sex
Recap: In part one, Sarah went to Tierney’s home. One the way she realized she was being followed. She ditched the man, an employee of her father’s, and went to Tierney. After she proclaimed her love for him, she gave him her virginity.
Tierney stood below Sarah’s window. He had to see her and no one was going to stop him. She hadn’t returned to his home since the night she’d given up her virginity to him over two weeks ago. He’d loitered in the shadows outside her home every night for the last three days hoping she would come out. He was tired of waiting.
Was she avoiding him? Or was her father keeping them apart. A growl rumbled in his chest. His bet was on the latter.
Warm golden light glowed at Sarah’s second floor bedroom window. A balcony ran the length of the house and at least three bedrooms had a door leading outside. Only about fourteen feet from the ground, reaching the balcony would be easy.
He grabbed onto the brick wall and easily climbed to the balcony where he leapt over the railing, landing silently. On cat-quiet feet, he sidled to the window and peeked inside.
Sarah sat at a delicate vanity table, brushing her hair with long strokes.
He tapped on the glass.
No response.
He rapped harder.
She spun around, eyes wide with alarm. Then she sprang from the little bench and hurried toward the door.
He caught his breath. Dressed only in her sleeping garments, her curves were a feast for him to visually devour. Then she yanked open the door and snatched at his arm, urging him inside. She shoved the door closed and pulled the drapes. “Was anyone down there?” she asked, fear in her eyes.
The blood in his veins chilled. “I didn’t see anyone. Why?”
She slipped into the protective circle of his arms. “Someone has been patrolling around the house every night since I went to your home.”
“Why?” he asked though he really didn’t need to.
“Father knows I was gone most of the night when I was with you.” Her hand tightened on his arm. “He did everything short of striking me to find out where I was and who I was with.”
“What did you tell him?” His heart thumped hard.
“I told him that I couldn’t sleep and thought the night air and a walk would help me. I don’t think he believed me.”
“Why is that?” Though he was pretty sure he knew what she was going to say.
“Because I’ve never done anything like that before. It was totally out of character for me.”
He stroked her silky hair as his gaze darted around the room. Done in peach and cream, with delicate furniture, it suited her.
“The next night I noticed a man kept walking past the back of the house. Just like clockwork,” she said.
“He wasn’t down there tonight,” Tierney said.
“Maybe he went with my father. He left earlier in the day and he isn’t home yet.”
“Don’t worry. I’m careful.” He’d be extremely careful the next time he ventured back. If she couldn’t get to him. Wilkes was a dangerous man but so was he. And he had advantages Wilkes didn’t. He also had limitations Wilkes didn’t.
“I missed you so much. Kiss me, Tierney.” Her hand slipped around his neck and burrowed into his hair.
With her rose scent filling his senses, he bent and claimed her soft lips. His fangs lengthened in response. Her tongue nudged at his lip. Moaning, he opened and her warm tongue slid into his mouth, deepening the kiss. She tasted like sweet berries. Her tongue touched his fang, drawing a groan from him. His hips thrust forward, pressing his hard length against her. Indulging in the warmth of her skin and the silk of her gown, his hands moved over her back in long strokes.
After breaking the kiss, he moved to the cool column of her throat and pressed his lips to her fluttering pulse. A moan slipped from deep inside her. Excitement burned through him and he scraped his fangs along her skin. He pushed his cock harder against her. He needed her clothes off, needed to touch bare skin, needed to see her unwrapped and on display.
“Tierney,” she moaned.
She was going to get him killed if he wasn’t damn careful. He was playing a dangerous game and no one knew that better than him. And yet he had to have her.
How would she feel if she knew he’d been stalking her father when he first saw her? Avenging his best friend had been the only thing on his mind until the fateful moment he saw her on her father’s arm. And as bad as he wanted John Wilkes to pay for that death, he wanted her more. He’d promised himself that Matthew would be avenged.
He scraped his fangs over her throat again. Now he was in a position to make Wilkes hurt worse than he had. That fact hadn’t been lost on him, but it wasn’t what he wanted, because he would have to harm Sarah. And that would never happen. Not by him. Nor could he kill the dirty bastard. Not now.
He licked her skin, drawing a long whimper from her. She tasted faintly of vanilla and smelled like roses. She was a delight to his senses. A morsel to savor, relish, and devour. How lucky he’d been to find her. There was nothing greater he could ask for or want. She had very quickly become the center of his universe and his reason for being.
His hand slid up and cupped her breast, while his thumb fluttered over the pebbled nipple. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts higher.
Her hands caressed his back in delightful strokes, sending little ripples of pleasure over his skin in waves. He could not live without her. That was the frightening thing. He needed her just as he needed blood to remain alive. And sooner or later, he would have to make a decision. He knew that, and somewhere deep inside her, she probably already realized it too.
Then what? Right now, with her in his arms, it would be easy, probably for both of them. But it could never be done that way. This was something she would have to think long and hard about when the time came.
He lifted his head and gently pushed her back. “Sarah, do you really love me? I know you said you do, but. . . Have you given thought to our long term relationship?”
Gazing into his eyes, her tongue darted out and moistened her lips. “I know you think I haven’t thought this through. But how couldn’t I? My father would butcher you without remorse.”
She pressed her head into his shoulder. “I know you’re good, your heart is beautiful.” She hesitated. “I know you have to hunt, and I’m not stupid, I’m sure you’ve killed before, whether you intended to or not. I know vampires are predators. And none of that is enough to make me give you up.”
She stroked his back. “The first time I saw you, I was enthralled. I had to have you, Tierney. You’ve been nothing but wonderful to me. And yes, I love you. More than anything. More than my father.”
She pressed into him again, rubbing against his length.
Unable to stop himself, he groaned long and deep.
Then her hands were on his chest, working the buttons on his shirt loose. She pulled his shirt free from his britches and shoved the garment off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor. Her warm hands caressed his skin, sending pleasure through him in rolling waves.
She leaned forward and her tongue swirled over his nipple. A shock of pleasure went straight to his balls. His head kicked back and he groaned when she moved to his other nipple. Her tongue fluttered across the hard little bud while her hands massaged his biceps. She almost had him purring with pleasure.
One soft hand disengaged and slipped over his skin, easing inside his pants. Her warm fingers touched his cock, wrapped around it and squeezed gently. Her hand slid along his dick in short, smooth strokes until his hips bucked forward.
“God, Sarah, that feels so good.”
She lengthened her stroke, pulling a groan from him.
After long moments she eased out of his pants and stretched up to kiss him. Their tongues twisted together in a dance of passion then they broke apart.
He maneuvered her backward toward the bed until her legs bumped the mattress. After another honeyed kiss, he hesitated then said, “Want to try something different?”
A slow smile curled her lips.”What?”
“I want to take you from behind. I can go deeper that way.”
“You mean. . .the way animals do it?”
He laughed. “Honey, animals aren’t the only ones who do it that way.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Will you try it?”
“Yes.” She flushed bright pink.
He kicked off his shoes, undid his pants, and dropped them to the floor. Her eyes fastened on his erect cock. She reached out and took him in her hand, stroking slowly down his shaft then back up.
“You make me feel so good,” he said.
“I’m glad.” She rewarded him with more slow strokes until a crystal drop formed at the tip.
He gently extracted himself from her grasp. “My turn, let me give you pleasure now.” He caught her hips and gently turned her until she faced the bed. The mattress sat at an almost perfect height. “Brace yourself on your forearms.”
She positioned herself with her rear slightly elevated, perfect to receive him. He grasped the blue silk of her gown and hoisted it up around her waist. She was bare beneath.
He ran his hands over her firm rump then slipped one hand between her legs. His fingers slid into moisture. He rubbed her nub, stroking it with a light touch until her hips began to rock. He applied more pressure and greater speed. Her hips gyrated faster in response. Moments later she wailed and ground on his hand.
When she stilled, he slipped a finger inside her and pumped in her wet channel. He added a second finger. Groaning, she leaned back into his thrusting fingers, taking him deep inside. Her clenching walls gripped him tight.
He withdrew his fingers from her slick heat and moved behind her where he grasped her hips. His cock slipped between her legs and slid along her wet folds. Moaning, she pushed against him. He pulled back then slid forward, rubbing himself on her skin.
“Tierney,” she moaned. “Stop teasing.”
Her pleas poured over him like hot honey. He eased back once more then drove forward until he was at her entrance, then he pushed into her, not stopping until he was balls deep in her wet heat. Groaning, he reared back, then thrust forward, ramming deep.
“Please. Faster,” she said as her hands fisted into the sheets.
Growling, he drove with hard, fast strokes that pushed her forward with each thrust until she cried out and shoved back into him. Shuddering, she clawed at the bed as her pussy milked him with tight contractions. When she stilled, he withdrew from her clenching heat.
“Up on the bed,” he said, urging her to reposition on the mattress. “I want to lie with you face to face to finish.”
She crawled up into the middle of the bed where she propped herself on a stack of pillows. A mischievous smile spread over her face as she drew her legs up then spread them, affording him an unobstructed view of her glistening sex.
With his cock hardening even more at the erotic sight, he prowled up the mattress and eased between her open legs though he didn’t position himself to enter her. Instead, he kissed her navel, swirling his tongue in the little indentation. Then he blazed a trail of kisses up to her breasts. His tongue laved over the taut peak of one while his hand caressed the other.
Her gasp spurred him on. Drawing the tight bud into his mouth, he suckled on it until she arched her back, mewling in pleasure. He lavished attention on the lovely mounds until she brought her legs together, squeezing him between them.
He lifted his head, meeting her hungry gaze.
She relaxed her legs and thrust her hips up, pleading wordlessly.
Her need gouged deep into him and his own answered. Rearing up over her, he fitted himself fully to her. His cock nudged her entrance then filled her. Her hips pushed up, taking every inch of him. Now he slid easily in her tight confines, unlike the very first time he’d taken her. Their motions were smooth, perfect, in tune with each other.
He gave and she took. Their moans blended, became one. She gave and he took. Locked together, working together, he sought to bring her to new heights of pleasure.
“Tierney! Harder,” she cried.
He drove harder, faster.
He claimed her lips in a searing kiss as he thrust into her. When he broke the kiss, he said, “Sarah, I love you with all my heart. I want you to know that.”
Her arms tightened around him. “I know. I love you, too.” Digging her nails slightly into his back, she turned her head. “Take from me, Tierney.”
On the verge of orgasm, fangs aching to do just that, he didn’t need a second invitation. His fangs pierced her and blood filled his mouth. Swallowing in greedy abandon he lost track of everything except driving into her and taking her blood.
She released, pushing up to him with a soft cry.
Tierney worked harder. His balls tightened and then he exploded with a grunt of pleasure. He rode out his orgasm, filling her with worthless seed.
Groaning against her skin, he continued feeding.
A moan slipped out of her, penetrating his blood fogged mind.
He jerked back with a horrified yelp.
Her eyes mirrored confusion.
Blood ran from the twin punctures and slid down the pale column of her throat. She reached for him.
“Sarah,” he cried. “Oh, God, forgive me.” He gathered her in his arms.
“I’m okay,” she said and caressed his cheek.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen. . .I. . .I lost track of how much I was taking.”
She caught his face between her hands, her gaze meeting his. “I’m okay, just a little weakened.”
“I promise you. I’ll never let that happen again.” His insides quivered with nausea. He’d almost lost complete control. A few more minutes and Sarah would have been taken too far. Then no choice would have remained for either of them.
He rocked her gently, murmuring words of love and remorse.
“It’s all right, my love.” She rallied in his arms and pressed her lips to his as his arms tightened possessively around her.
A door slammed down on the first floor followed by heavy footsteps and muted voices though he clearly heard every word.
“That one died hard,” a strange voice said.
Chills pimpled Tierney’s skin.
Her father laughed. “Not nearly as hard as that bastard who’s been sniffing around my house is going to die. He must be thinking of striking first.”
The other man snorted.
“If you hadn’t lost him the other night we would have dispatched him today instead of that fledgling,” her father said.
“What’s wrong?” Sarah said.
“Your father knows I’ve been coming around here at night.”
Her hands tightened on his shoulders. “You must be careful. He’s dangerous.”
He kissed her gently. “Don’t worry. He isn’t going to catch me.” Saying he would have to be more careful was an understatement. It would be easy enough to go downstairs and kill Wilkes. And if he was smart, that’s what he would do. But how could he kill Sarah’s father and keep her love?
No matter how much she loved him, it wouldn’t survive the death of her father. And he knew it.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said.
Now if he could just make himself believe it.
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