Lord of Shadows Part Four

Lord of Shadows is an ongoing serial story.

Content advisory: oral sex, m/f sex

Recap: In part three, Tierney and Sarah met in the gardens behind an abandoned house to engage in sex.

Lord of Shadows

~ Four ~

Nickie Asher

Tierney slipped through the shadows, ravenously hungry and out of patience, searching for a suitable victim. He ghosted around the rear corner of Marsden’s Hotel and stopped dead.

A young woman stood directly in his path. Dressed in a scarlet gown with cascades of raven hair tumbling over her shoulders and down her back, she was a vision of loveliness, and a potential meal.

The scent of jasmine enveloped her. The sweet, enticing fragrance brought a memory of his mother’s lush gardens with a clarity that hurt. It must have reflected on his face.

“Are you all right?” she asked and took a step toward him.

His ears buzzed and he shook his head slightly to clear the annoying sound.

“Is something wrong?” She reached and caught his arm.

“Wh—“ He stumbled a little. He hadn’t even known he’d taken a step toward her.

“Come, let me help you,” she said and tugged gently. “There’s a bench just inside the garden where you can rest.” She steered him toward a small, delicate looking gate, through it and toward a bench where he sank down. He rubbed his forehead. Something wasn’t right but he couldn’t process his thoughts well enough to decipher what was wrong.

“You look unwell. Do you live nearby? I can help you home.”

“No—no, I don’t live. . . anywhere around here. Been out walking.” He rubbed his temple. His head hurt and wasn’t that odd? He hadn’t had a headache since before he was turned.

“What’s your name, hon?” Her words sounded thin and very distant.

“Tierney,” he stammered.

“Tierney what?”

He looked at her stupidly. “I—I can’t remember?”

A shadow flitted across her features. Or had it? He wasn’t sure of anything other than something was very, very wrong.

“I’m Isabo,” she said.

“Maybe you better come with me. I have a room here.” She nodded slightly at the hotel. You need to sit down and have a drink or something,” she said with a sly grin. “You’re very handsome. I wouldn’t mind spending a little time with you while you. . .recuperate.

No! What would Sarah think? But Sarah wasn’t there and something was wrong with him. The buzzing in his ears increased as if to prove it.

She held out her hand. “Come, let me help you.”

Without even knowing how it happened, her warm hand enveloped his in a surprisingly strong hold. “Come on,” she coaxed.

He stood on wobbly legs. “What’s wrong with me?” he hissed. He was a long way from home and it was late. He needed to feed and get the hell out of there. Maybe that was all it was. Maybe a meal would make him feel better. After all that’s what he’d come here for.

And he had a willing victim wanting to take him to her room. What could be better than that?

“You’ll be fine,” she said. “Just come and let me help you. I know a little about healing.” She gave him a brilliant smile. “My grandmother was a skilled healer. She taught me some things.” She tugged at him. “Come.”

He allowed her to lead him beside her.

His legs felt funny, unstable and weak. Twice he stumbled before she led him into the hotel through a back door. Vaguely he noticed a woman behind a counter staring at his companion with open disapproval. It was understandable. No unmarried lady would bring a man to her room.

He felt the woman’s stare drill into his back as his benefactress led him carefully up a flight of steps.

“Careful,” she said. “The stairs are steep.” She sounded very far away.

The maddening buzz in his ears increased as the steps shimmered under his feet. He stumbled. Somehow she caught him before he fell. With one hand gripping the banister and her other arm around his waist, she kept both of them from tumbling down the stairs. She trembled under the strain of holding him upright.

He grabbed onto the railing and took his weight off her. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“You’ll be fine. You just need some of my herbs to clear your head.”

He shook his head. He couldn’t ingest anything but blood and keep it down. It was bad enough that he was about to pass out on her, throwing up would be the final touch.

“I know,” she crooned. “You’re afraid you’ll be sick. You won’t. It’ll stay down. Trust me.”

Apprehension wormed its way through him. “What do you mean?”

She laughed softly. “Men are such babies about illness. I’ve treated enough to know you’re afraid of being ill in front of a woman you don’t know. It’s all right if you get sick. I’ve seen it before. But you are worrying for nothing. My herbs are gentle.”

He relaxed a little. For a moment he’d thought she was on to him.

At the top of the stairs she led him down the hallway to the last room on the right. She unlocked the door and ushered him inside. The room was sparse and plain. The only splash of color was a gold and red coverlet on the bed.

She led him to the bed then pulled the coverlet and blankets down.

“Sit,” she commanded.

He did, suddenly feeling like a child.

She grabbed the valise and rummaged through it. She withdrew a small bottle and uncapped it. “Drink this down.” She offered it to him.

He looked at it then at her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Nonsense. It will make you feel better.”

“No. Really. I’ll be sick if I drink that.”

“Okay then. But I wish you’d give me a chance.”

“I’m already feeling a little better.” It was true. He’d started feeling a tad better the moment he’d sat down. Perhaps he’d just needed to get off his feet.

Vampires don’t get sick. A little voice in his head whispered. Something is very, very wrong with this.

“Get those boots off,” she said. “You need to relax.”

He removed them and then she began working on his clothing. She had his jacket off in seconds then she started on his shirt.

Sarah. . .

He shouldn’t let her disrobe him but he was powerless to stop her. It was as if his willpower had vanished and compliance had stepped into its place.

What’s wrong with me?

Her nimble fingers worked the buttons of his shirt loose and she shoved it aside. Her warm hands landed on his chest then slowly ran down to his stomach.

Her skin was soft as silk and he leaned into her touch, craving more contact.

A slow smirk spread over her face. She reached for his pants, working the buttons loose. Then she stepped between his spread legs and lowered onto her knees.

Shocked, dismayed, and very aroused, he stared at her. Sick or not, his cock hadn’t failed to take notice of her obvious intentions. He was rock hard already.

She might be a healer as she claimed, but healing wasn’t the only thing on her mind.

Her hands fluttered back to his chest where they stroked over his skin, leaving warm trails. She touched his hard nipples, stroking lightly over the little peaks. Then she bent and pressed a kiss to his belly, just above his navel.

A slight moan escaped him.

Sarah.

He wanted to stop her. Wanted to push her away. But something kept him immobile.

She licked upward, slowly dragging her soft tongue over his skin.

Her jasmine fragrance, thick and intoxicating at her close proximity wrapped him in a heady blanket of scent. He breathed it in and an immediate easing of his churning stomach made him do it again.

His head spun with her scent and what she was doing to him.

“Relax and let me take care of you,” She whispered and planted another kiss on his stomach. “I’ll make it all better. I’ll make you feel good.”

He arched his back, pushing into her kisses. Her mouth was like warm silk on his skin.

Sarah.

“Shh, don’t worry about it, lover. It’s good. No one will mind. This is just between us.”

Her words had taken on a strange hypnotic quality. He was supposed to have that effect. No one was supposed to do it to him. Never the less, she had him wrapped in some kind of unnatural bonds. He should have been afraid but he wasn’t. What kind of woman could dominate a vampire?

His engorged cock ached with need.

“It’s okay,” she soothed. “I know what you want. I know what you need.”

He moaned.

“Your girl need never know.”

How the hell did she know he had a girl?

“Just think of it as me helping you? You want to feel better don’t you?”

He nodded much like a little boy.

“Well then, I can help.”

“What’s wrong with me? What have you done?”

Her hands caressed down his chest to his stomach then slipped to his sides where they held him. “I’ve done nothing. I was simply there when you became ill. It isn’t anything to be concerned about.”

“But I don’t get sick.”

“Everything gets sick. Even great predators. As you see.”

His heart beat too fast. “You know what I am?”

“Not exactly, but I know you aren’t a common human. You are somehow special.”

He relaxed a bit. Then Sarah’s face popped into his mind.

“No. I can’t do this. Sarah. . .”

“Sarah won’t know. You need this.”

His insides twisted at the same moment pain slashed behind his eyes.

It must have showed because she leaned in and said, “Aw see, I knew you were suffering. Now let me help.” She placed her hands at his temples and heat spread out from the points of contact. A little sigh escaped him.

“See, already you feel a little better. Do you not?”

“Yes, a little. Thank you.”

She rubbed gently, taking away the pain and pressure in his head like magic. He closed his eyes. Her hands slipped lower and her fingers plunged into his hair. Eyes still closed, he felt her shift closer, felt her warmth, then her mouth pressed to his in a light kiss.

He kissed back.

She moved into him, leaning against his bare chest and stomach, pressing into his crotch. Her kiss became demanding as she licked along his lower lip. He opened and her tongue delved into his mouth.

His fangs ached with the need to extend. He fought done the urge as his tongue tangled with hers. Hunger thrummed through him and the instinct to feed almost unwound his resolve.

Warm hands slipped inside his shirt and wrapped around him. She stroked his back in gentle sweeps.

He pulled her close and reached behind her. Finding a row of tiny round buttons, his fingers blazed through them. After freeing the last button, he grasped the gown and brought it down over her arms. To his surprise, he discovered bare flesh under the red silk.

Her pert breasts sprang from the binding dress.

“Lovely,” he whispered and bent toward her. His mouth fastened over one taut nipple. He licked over the hard bud, teasing the warm flesh with quick strokes.

A throaty moan encouraged him to continue. He pulled her closer as his tongue laved the peak, swirling around the nipple then stroking over the top.

Hands closed on his hair and pulled. He nipped then licked over the little nick. Her gasp of pleasure warmed his ear as her breath blow over his skin.

She released his hair and went for his trousers.

He wanted her. Wrong or not. Strange or not. The scent of her arousal punctuated her desire and enflamed his. He wanted in her and he was going to have her.

Her nimble fingers darted into his pants and captured his length. She freed him and then stroked along his shaft with gentle but insistent motion. His moan of pleasure brought a firmer, faster stroke as she worked his cock.

A droplet formed at the head. She stopped and glanced up at him, meeting his gaze. Her azure eyes sparkled with an inner brightness. A smile spread over her face then she bent over him, her hair falling to obscure what she was doing.

Warm wetness touched the tip of his prick. Her tongue stroked over him.

A long moan tore out of him.

She enveloped him, taking him deep in her mouth. He grasped her head, his fingers tangling in the mass of silky locks. She slid up his length then took him in again.

“Oh, God, don’t stop.” His balls felt heavy and as if she’d read his mind, she grasped him through his trousers, cradling his sack. Her thumb stroked over the fabric, causing a delightful sensation on his skin.

She slid up his shaft, stroked his nuts, then slid back down to his base in a skillful rhythm until he bucked up, shoving him even deeper in her tight hold.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna lose control if you keep doing that.”

She gave one last pump on him then eased back, releasing him. She licked her lips in a slow sweep. “I want you, Tierney. I want to take you inside me.”

With a growl he grabbed her and dragged her up against him. He took her mouth in a hard kiss, tasting her sweet honey combined with his salty flavor. Moaning against her mouth, he deepened the kiss, their tongues twisting together.

Her hands were on his trousers again. He raised his ass and she pushed them down. Taking over, he shoved them to the floor.

She stood and finished peeling off her dress. Now totally nude beneath the gown, she ran her hands through her hair, stretching and showing off her body.

Tierney slipped off his shirt then grabbed her and pulled her down on him. They rolled on the bed until he had her pinned beneath him. Her arms went around him, pulling him tighter.

She drew up her legs, fitting him tightly between her firm thighs. Then she kissed him, gently taking his lips. When the kiss ended, she stroked his hair back from his face. “Tierney?”

“Em?”

“ Where do you live?”

“The French Quarter,” he blurted and immediately regretted it. He couldn’t afford to let anyone know where he lived. Trusting Sarah had taken a phenomenal leap of faith. Besides, what if Isabo took it on herself to come to his home while Sarah was there?

She pressed up against him, trapping his cock between their bodies, and rubbed his length with her lower belly.

He groaned. This was going to be one night of hard sex. Nothing more. His heart belonged to Sarah.

“Oh, I have friends in the French Quarter. What do you live near? Maybe we could do this again some time.”

He countered. “How about you tell me where you live and I can come see you?” He had no intentions of ever doing that but he sure as hell wasn’t telling her exactly where he lived. She already knew too much.

Her lips bowed in a slight pout. “You don’t want me to know. I see how it is with you.” Though she reached between them and grasped his dick.

“It isn’t what you think. Besides, I have a woman. And I love her.”

“It’s okay, lover. We have tonight. Let’s make the most of it.” She guided his swollen head to her slick entrance.

Was there a false quality to her voice? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know her so he couldn’t tell for sure but he had the feeling she was annoyed. Considering he’d rejected any shot of future trysts, that was enough to anger any woman, but especially one on her back with a cock seconds from driving home.

“Take me,” she demanded.

He thrust into her, filling her, burying himself in hot pussy.

She moaned and sank her nails into his back. “Fuck me hard,” she hissed. “Now.”

He slammed into her, fast and hard. Her nails scored his back, cutting burning trails from his shoulders to his thrusting ass.

“Harder,” she said and pushed up to meet him, grinding herself on his cock.

He complied, pistoning his hips, driving into her with enough force to slam the headboard against the wall with each thrust. Sweat coated him as he kept up a pace that would have been too much for most women.

She moaned and worked with him. An attractive flush tinted her skin and a film of sweat made her slick. As his cock sawed in and out of her she threw her head back and let out a howl of passion. Her hips slammed up against him and her pussy contracted around him, milking him.

He worked harder to reach his own peak, pumping into her wet heat as she squeezed and released. He felt his climax building and with one final hard slam he spurted into her in long jets.

For a moment he remained on top of her then he rolled off and immediately got up. Dawn wasn’t that far away and he needed to get home. Besides, he didn’t want to stick around for any more questions that he might not want to answer.

He gathered up his clothing and quickly dressed.

She gave him a knowing glance and a smirk flitted across her face. “I’ll see you around, lover.” Then she turned over and pulled the covers over her, clearly dismissing him.

~***~

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