Lord of Shadows is an ongoing serial story.
Content advisory: m/f sex
Recap: In part two, Tierney went to Sarah’s home and climbed up to her bedroom. After they made love, her father arrived home and Tierney overheard John Wilkes and another man discussing him and how the other man had tried to follow him home one night.
Tierney waited for Sarah amid overgrown rose bushes and wisteria vines. The gardens hadn’t been tended for a long time. Not since the former owners had moved away and left the house vacant.
He’d considered breaking into the house but the night was warm with a dazzling array of stars overhead. Maybe Sarah would want to go inside though. He didn’t know how she would feel about making love outdoors.
A twig snapping underfoot and her delightful scent alerted him of her approach long before she slipped into the garden.
Dressed in purple and gold, she looked like a queen. She smiled at him with a brilliance that rivaled the sun. Listening carefully for the approach of any unwanted followers, he reached for her.
If anyone had tried to follow, she’d lost them.
“Sarah, I missed you, my love.” He drew her into his embrace.
“And I missed you,” she said in a breathless voice as slid her arms around his neck. One hand went for the leather tie holding his hair back. She deftly undid it and let his locks fall loose.
He pressed his mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. She nipped at his lower lip and he yielded, letting her deepen the kiss. She tasted of berries and something sweet and undefined.
Her tongue flicked over one of his fangs and then the other. Intense pleasure shot straight to his balls. “I want you with me all the time. Not just for a few stolen moments," he said.
“I wish. . .”
“What? Tell me?”
“That we didn’t have to hide. I wish you didn’t have to worry about my father.”
He knew that wasn’t exactly what she meant. She wished he was like every other man and didn’t have to live in fear of waking to a piece of wood being driven though him. It was a grim thought. One he entertained himself with frequently.
Ignoring the reality of the situation was foolhardy, something he’d never been before his relationship with Sarah.
He tasted her lips again. Sweeter than nectar and soft as a baby’s skin, he enjoyed the gentle press before breaking apart.
“Come sit,” he said and motioned to an iron bench beneath an ancient tree.
She settled and arranged her dress. He sat beside her and slipped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned against him and sighed with contentment. “I think I could stay here forever as long as I had you beside me.”
He had to admit, even overgrown and disorderly, the garden was still lovely and the fragrant blossoms perfumed the air. The warm breeze caressed his skin like a lover’s gentle touch. He loved New Orleans and he’d never thought of leaving it until he’d heard John Wilkes and his companion plotting his death.
If he couldn’t kill Wilkes, and how could he do that if he didn’t want to lose Sarah, what else could he do? If he remained in his home, a mere half mile from Wilkes’ home, it was only a matter of time before something happened.
“Sarah, have you ever thought of moving away?” He held his breath.
“Tierney, no!” Alarm registered on her face. “You aren’t thinking of leaving, are you?”
“Sarah, I don’t have a choice.”
“But your home is here. I’m here. You can’t leave me.” Her lip quivered.
“I never said anything about leaving you.”
“What do you mean?”
Heart thudding, he said, “I want you to go with me.”
“But I can’t. Everything I know is here. My family is here.”
His heart sank. She didn’t love him as much as he’d thought. She had to know his life in New Orleans was in jeopardy. Didn’t she care if he were hunted down and slain? He needed to put miles between him and Wilkes. The man was dangerous.
He took her hand. “I know it would be difficult for both of us. But if I stay and your father finds my home, one of us will die. Don’t you understand that?”
“He isn’t going to find you. Do you think I’m a fool? I know his man is watching me.” She looked indignant. “Do you think I just left my home and came straight here?”
Actually that was exactly what he thought.
She read his silence correctly. “You do think I’m a fool.” She leapt to her feet and crossed her arms. “The poor man thinks I’m a block away at my best friend’s home.”
His guts clenched. “That poor man wants to drive a chunk of wood through me. How can you be so flippant about this?”
“Don’t you have any faith in me? Do you think I would let someone follow me to you?”
“Sarah, I know you don’t want to cause me harm, but you aren’t used to dealing with something like this.”
“Your worry is for nothing. My friend knows I have a lover.” She held up her hand. “But that’s all she knows. I went to her home and her driver brought us to her aunt’s. Her aunt’s driver will take her home with no one the wiser.” She gave him a little smile. “Her auntie wasn’t expecting me so she won’t give me away. My father’s man turned away as soon as I knocked on Francesca’ s door. He was satisfied and went to report back. I’ve been going to see her since we were little girls. No one thinks anything of my visiting her.”
“You told your driver you had a way home?”
“Of course.” She picked a yellow rose and sniffed the delicate petals. “I took care of everything. Francesca will cover for me any time. She thinks it’s a great romantic adventure.”
“I don’t know,” Tierney said. He wanted to believe she’d set up the perfect arrangement but it wasn’t fool proof. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But it was better than nothing and in his heart, leaving New Orleans was the last thing he wanted to do.
Hoping he wasn’t making a grave mistake, he said, “Okay, you win. For now.” His home was a fortress, but maybe he would move into the attic to sleep. It was dry and dark. Safe. And it had one hell of a strong door.
He reached for her hand and tugged, pulling her onto his lap. Her arms slid around his neck. “I’d never do anything to hurt you,” she whispered.
He stroked one finger along her cheek . She was so soft and warm. He couldn’t leave her. He just couldn’t. His fingers plunged into her mass of golden hair. The silken strands ran through his fingers and gave off a tantalizing scent.
“Kiss me,” she whispered and tilted her head.
His mouth descended in a hard kiss. His insistent tongue sought entrance and she opened for him. Deepening the kiss, their tongues twined then stroked, giving and taking pleasure.
Already hard, he thrust against her, wanting her to feel his desire.
She shifted in his grasp without breaking the kiss and straddled him, tucking her legs up on the bench. A moment later, one warm hand slipped from his neck and brushed over his chest in a light caress. Though she didn’t stop there. Traveling downward, she didn’t stop until she reached his britches.
Her tongue stroked along his, mimicking the sex act as her hand deftly began working open the buttons on his pants. Heat surged through him though he reined it back. The memory of their last encounter was still fresh in his mind. It was too easy to lose his fragile hold on control when he was with her.
Her hand slipped inside his pants and touched his cock. He broke the kiss and groaned. She wrapped her hand around him, drawing him through the opening then she firmly stroked his length. He leaned back and thrust his hips forward, seeking her attentions.
“God, Sarah, no one ever made me feel the way you do. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” How he’d been so blessed, he would never know. She deserved so much better. That she’d chosen him proved that even a dark creature like him could be given a chance at redemption. Just knowing she loved him made him want to become a better person because she didn’t deserve to be with a monster.
Her hand squeezed, released, stroked. The rhythm of the pleasure she was giving him was maddening.
He ran his hands down her arms, lightly stroking over her soft skin. He traced upward and abandoned her arms in favor of cupping her breasts. She arched her back, thrusting perfect globes forward.
Her nipples pebbled under his thumbs as they swirled in lazy circles. She moaned and her grip on his cock became firmer exerting a pressure he felt in his balls.
“Like that, baby?”
“You’re killing me,” he said and gave one nipple a light pinch.
She giggled and squeezed harder.
His cock jerked in her hand and a drop of clear fluid beaded at the top.
“Oh, someone is having a good time.” She ran her thumb through the moisture, spreading it over the head.
Tierney cocked an eyebrow and reached under her shoved up skirts then he pushed through the layers of petticoats. His hand brushed over her firm thigh and dipped down between her legs. To his delight, his fingers touched, bare, moist pussy.
She giggled at the contact.
“Someone forgot to get properly dressed,” he said and tugged gently at her soft curls.
“Did I? Oh my goodness. How did that happen?” Her eyes widened in mock innocence.
“I can’t imagine,” Tierney said and rubbed his finger through the moisture at her opening, stroking upward, he settled on her swollen nub. He teased her flesh with a light pressure until she tossed her head back and a long moan poured out of her.
After a few more strokes, he plunged a finger inside her and pumped gently.
“Oh! I think I like forgetting to get dressed.” She pushed down on his hand.
He eased in a second finger. “Feel good?”
“I know what would feel even better.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she raised her hips then slid back down on his fingers.
“What’s that?” He asked innocently.
She eased off his hand and moved forward, positioning herself over his cock. She guided his head to her entrance and in one move impaled herself on his shaft until he was completely buried in her hot pussy.
A long moan came out of her and she lifted her hips, sliding up the length of him then descending as he thrust upward. She settled into a steady pace, riding him hard and fast. Her slick walls fit him perfectly, squeezing just enough to keep him tight within her.
Her groans escalated in tempo and volume as she neared release. She increased her pace, working to bring herself to peak. A moment later she cried out, riding him, riding out her climax. Then she stilled and collapsed against him.
He grasped her hips and eased her off his still hard cock.
“My turn,” he said and urged her to stand.
She started to straighten her skirts.
He caught her wrists. “Oh no you don’t,” he said and grinned.
She looked down at his cock and giggled.
“That’s it, missy. Come here.” He pulled her up against him. With one hand, he hiked up her skirts, trapping the material between them. Then he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he slid her down his body. When his dick touched her open crotch she gasped then wrapped her arms around his neck.
He lowered her onto himself.
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Tierney, I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too.” He lifted her then brought her down on him again. Supporting her easily, he settled into an easy rhythm of lifting then bringing her down on him until both were sweat slicked and panting for breath.
She leaned back and a deep moan came out of her. Her pussy clenched him tighter, squeezing him between her walls. Her heat baked him.
He drove into her harder, grunting each time he brought her down his shaft. With one final thrust, he exploded in her, filling her again and again. Finally spent, he lifted her up until his cock slid free of her gripping walls.
“I want to fuck you every night like that,” he said as he lowered her to the ground.
“I think I’d rather be in your nice soft bed than in an over grown garden,” she countered.
“Smarty. You know what I mean.”
She gave him a radiant smile. “Yes, I do.” She stroked his damp hair back from his face. “I want to be with you all the time.”
His heart twisted. “I wish we could, but it’s impossible, at least for now.” He drew her into his arms and she pressed her head into his shoulder. There had to be an answer besides leaving or killing John Wilkes. He’d never felt at such a loss.
“It’ll work out. Somehow,” she said.
“I know. Because it has to.” Because he wasn’t going to lose the one person who completed him.
He bent his head and pressed his mouth to hers. A moment later her tongue was in his mouth, stroking his fangs. He moaned and the urge to bite roared to ugly life. After the last time, he didn’t want to feed from her even though her blood tasted sweater than any other he’d had.
Their tongues tangled in a sensuous lover’s dance. She reached in his pants again, touching him, wrapping around his length.
He grinned against her mouth. “You keep that up, I’ll have to fuck you again. I may have to anyway.” Already he was growing hard. She had the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever enjoyed. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“Stop talking and start doing.”
With a growl, he picked her up and strode to an old but solid looking table. He set her down and turned her around. Gathering handfuls of her skirts, he hiked them to her waist. She spread her legs and braced herself on her forearms.
He entered her from behind, pushing deep. She moaned as he withdrew and rammed forward again. Holding her hips steady, he quickly found his rhythm, pumping in and out of her in long strokes. Her moans accompanied his grunts of pleasure.
He reached under her and found her swollen nub. He ran is finger over the sensitive flesh, increasing the pressure slightly but steadily until she bucked like a wild horse and half-stifled cries poured out of her.
He picked up his pace, fucking her hard, giving her everything he had to offer until he could not continue. With a moan he slammed forward and shot his load into her in an orgasm that seemed to last forever.
Finally he stilled, supporting himself with his hands to keep his weight off her. Panting, he gathered himself and pulled his cock from her pussy. She fit him so perfectly. The thought that someone else might fill her someday if he didn’t make her fully his made him homicidal. He would never let her go.
Never.
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Please return 2/21/11 for another installment of Lord of Shadows and 2/7/11 for the next installment of Shades of Crimson.
Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher
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