Lord of Shadows ~ Five ~

Lord of Shadows is an ongoing serial story.

Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

Recap: In part four, Tierney encounters a woman who has a strange power over him. She seduces him and makes it clear she’d like to see him again. Tierney doesn’t quite trust her.

Tierney stumbled through the shadows near his home in a guilt ridden daze. What in the hell had happened? That he’d slept with another woman, cheated on Sarah, made his insides squirm and twist. And fool that he’d been, he hadn’t even had the sense to feed.

Now he needed to assuage the rampaging hunger before he went home to sleep, but it wasn’t going to happen. Too close to dawn and with his stomach too queasy to hold anything down, feeding would have to wait another day.

Worse, he’d told Isabo too much. Just knowing he lived in the French Quarter was more than she should be privy to. Isabo wasn’t an average woman. She wasn’t like him, but she was different in a way he couldn’t pinpoint and that wasn’t something to take lightly.

But it was done and he couldn’t change it.

***

As deep dusk settled into full dark, Tierney scanned the street from a second story window and did his best to put Isabo out of his thoughts. Or more accurately, to excise the guilt and shame of what he’d done. If he didn’t get himself under control, Sarah might suspect something.

At last he spotted the hooded young woman hurrying along the opposite side of the street. Heart pounding, he watched her approach. Saliva filled his mouth and his aching stomach knotted up. He’d failed to feed the night before and now he was paying the price.

Further down the street, a flash of indigo caught his eye.

He stared in open mouthed horror.

Isabo?

Couldn’t be. He’d been too careful for anyone to follow him.

He tracked the black haired woman. No. It wasn’t her. He let out a pent up breath. Isabo hadn’t been that tall. Had she? Couldn’t have been. No. Definitely not.

Besides, she wouldn’t have trailed him. Other than wanting sex, she had no reason to be interested in him. A woman like her could probably take about any lover she wanted.

He reached to pull back the curtain when his hand froze in mid grab.

She had no reason to follow him unless someone had put her up to it.

His heartbeat thudded loud in his ears. Had someone done that? Perhaps with the intention of serving him up a stake breakfast?

No way. He’d been miles from home. He’d run into her by chance. He could have turned in any direction. Nothing had pointed him toward her. Their paths had crossed by accident. And the woman down on the street wasn’t Isabo. The only thing going on was that he was a cheating bastard and his conscious was punishing him. And he deserved it.

How could he have let it happen? Sarah would be devastated if she found out. Not that she would. That couldn’t happen. Ever.

As he watched through the lead glass, the woman he’d mistaken for Isabo went inside one of the homes, further proving mistaken identity.

Below his vantage point, Sarah hurried across the dusty street to his home. A moment later she knocked on the door.

***

The sweet scent of honeysuckle enveloped Sarah as she whisked off the concealing cape and tossed it over a delicate chair. “Tierney,” she said his name like a caress as she slid into his arms.

After drawing her close, he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers in a velvet kiss. Heat surged through him. “Ah, God, Sarah, you’re all I need.”

With her body molded against him, her arms went around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too.” They hadn’t been together in six days. Too long. He needed her with him all the time. How wonderful it would be to have her in his home while he lay trapped in the sleep of the undead. She was the only person he trusted. She would never intentionally hurt him.

You didn’t mind hurting her, his conscience whispered, the words biting with little rat teeth.

But it wasn’t true. He’d gone out to feed, nothing more. It wasn’t his fault he’d become ill or run into the raven haired wench.

You didn’t have to fuck her. No matter what. And that little voice wasn’t to be denied because it spoke absolute cold truth.

He hadn’t been himself, but he’d known he was wronging the woman he loved. Wronging Sarah. And he’d done it anyway. God, he needed to beg her forgiveness. . . except he couldn’t own up to what had happened. After the shock and hurt wore off, she would leave him.

He knew it without a doubt.

She eased back. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” It came out too short and clipped, sounding exactly like what it was. A lie. Speaking more evenly, he said, “Really, it’s nothing. I haven’t been feeding regular and I’m a little tense. That’s all.”

She seemed to weigh and accept his story. “You shouldn’t do that. I mean. . .you shouldn’t harm anyone, but you must stay on top of your needs.”

Oh, God, on top. . . yeah, getting on top of the situation was what had eaten a hole in his gut. A mountain sized clump of guilt lay in his guts, and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to give himself away. Sarah wasn’t a fool.

He pulled her back up against him, savoring her warmth, and lowered his head to kiss her. Brushing his lips over hers he savored her honey sweet taste. A moan spurred him on, and he nudged at her lower lip.

Her lips parted and his tongue shot into her mouth.

Her murmur of pleasure was reward enough. More than he had any right to.

His cock stiffened. Cheating dog or not, he desperately wanted her. His hands stroked through her hair.”Sarah,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m so hungry.” He hated making the admission, but he needed sustenance.

She gently pushed back then tugged at his arm. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs. I can help you.”

He didn’t want to feed from her. The possibility of losing control was too great. Yet, his willpower was weak, and he craved her blood more than he wanted sex. With a groan he lifted her and carried her up the staircase. Her warmth penetrated his body, spreading throughout him.

He shoved his bedroom door open with his shoulder and took her to his bed, placing her on the soft mattress. He slipped down beside her and gathered her into his arms. The urge to jump on her and feed nearly overwhelmed him.

With an effort, he reined in his base nature, lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He’d wronged her too much already. He wouldn’t act like a wild animal and maybe harm her in his greed to satiate the monstrous hunger twisting his insides. At least he hoped to God he could control himself.

Her hands went around his neck and she kissed him in return. His fingers skimmed down her sides, grasped, and rolled them until she lay on top of him. She moaned and settled tightly to him. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, and now she had it trapped between their bodies.

After reaching behind her, his fingers began sliding open the tiny buttons on her dress. Nimbly freeing them, then he eased his hands under the tight fabric. To his delight he discovered bare skin beneath the material.

As he caressed her warm flesh, he moaned against her mouth. He needed her clothes off. He wanted to see every inch of her beautiful body. And he needed to get in her. Blood was better with sex.

Then her hands pushed between them, opening buttons as fast as she could get them loose. Her fingers slipped under his shirt, brushing over his nipple. His cock responded with a jerk and became harder. With a groan he shifted, needing relief on his trapped prick, he rolled them to their sides.

She giggled as if knowing what was wrong. “What’s the matter, babe, something uncomfortable?”

“Wench,” he whispered as he kissed his way along her jaw. Her skin had a heady vanilla flavor that he licked off with enthusiasm. Ten years out and he still missed eating solid food. Would that ever change? Would he ever get used to the way he had to live?

She touched him through his britches, running her palm along his length, cupping his balls. He groaned and nibbled her delicate earlobe.

“Sarah, I want you to know that I love you more than anything,” he said softly.

A little purr escaped her and instantly brought a mental image of Isabo. She had made the same sound.

Son of a bitch! Stop it. Stop thinking about her.

“I love you, too,” Sarah said. “I love you so much it hurts. I couldn’t live without you.”

Hesitating, he said, “You know it could happen. Your father or someone like him could find me.”

“No! That isn’t going to happen. Ever.”

Pressing his face into her shoulder he said the words that ripped his heart, “You don’t know that. Neither do I. If it happens, I want you to find someone else. Someone normal. And have a long happy life. I don’t want you to grieve over what might have been.”

She eased back, alarm in her pretty eyes as if for the first time she understood the possible repercussions of her relationship with him. “No. Don’t you say that.”

“Do you think I want to be killed and have you in someone else’s arms?”

“Of course not. And it isn’t going to happen. I could never be with another. Not now. You’re my life. And eventually. . . Eventually I want you to turn me.”

His heart leapt. “That isn’t something you should decide without thinking it through.” He rubbed his forehead. “I wasn’t given a choice, but I could never do that to you.”

“I’ve already given it a great deal of thought. Don’t you think I worry constantly about my father finding you? It’s driving me mad!”

They would leave New Orleans. After her change they could vanish safely to another city. For the first time in months he felt a measure of relief. Everything was going to work out all right. Her father would suffer for her loss but Tierney sure as hell didn’t care about that. How many people had John Wilkes hurt in one form or another over the long years he’d been a hunter? The numbers were probably staggering.

With a smile, he drew her up against him. “God, I’m so glad to hear you say that. I was afraid you would eventually decide you couldn’t go through with it.”

“I’d do anything to be with you. This way we can be together forever. The trade off is small.”

That wasn’t true, but he wasn’t going to discourage her. It was selfish and indulgent, but Sarah held his heart in her hands. He wouldn’t hand her the tools to destroy him emotionally.

“I want to make you feel good.” He grabbed her dress and pulled it upward and off. A huge grin spread over his face. She hadn’t just been bare above the waist. She stretched out, totally nude except for a pair of slippers which she deftly kicked off.

He removed his own shoes then lowered his head to one of her perfect breasts, nuzzling the hard little bud with his cheek. Her moan encouraged him and he nipped, then quickly soothed with his tongue. He lavished attention on the taut peak before taking it into his greedy, suckling mouth.

Arching her back, she thrust the firm globes upward, seeking more. He sucked harder, while his hand cupped the other mound, his thumb caressing the nipple.

Sarah’s moans of pleasure filled his room with a chorus of passion. The scent of arousal perfumed the air. She was already prepared to receive him within her.

Her hands released the leather tie holding his hair back, letting it fall around them in a dark cloud. She stroked through the long strands, smoothing them out.

Tierney’s cock pulsed with need, but he wasn’t ready to take his own pleasure. He owed Sarah and he was going to make it good for her. His gratification could wait.

After backing off her lovely mounds, he eased down on the mattress and positioned himself between her legs. Skimming his hands down her thighs he urged her to open wider.

Then he bent, separated her folds, and buried his face in her pussy. A sharp intake of breath was her only response. He inhaled, drawing her delicious scent deep into his lungs. Her honeysuckle fragrance and female musk were intoxicating.

The tip of his tongue darted out and tickled. Another gasp and her body tensed. “Relax,” he whispered.

She giggled. “Your breath is so warm. . .and ticklish.”

Deliberately he blew across her aroused flesh.

“Tierney!”

Grinning, he pulled in her succulent fragrance. “God, you smell good. I want to eat every inch of that.” His tongue shot out and probed at her nub. She gasped and thrust her hips upward.

Licking downward, he reached her opening. As his tongue slipped inside her soaked entrance, he grasped her little swollen bud and pinched gently.

“Aah, Tierney,” she moaned. “Oh, dear God, don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping. While his fingers pinched and stroked, he lapped at her slippery wetness. Taking her essence onto his tongue, he moaned, drinking her down. She was his everything. His light, his joy, his life. God, he loved her so much it hurt.

His fluttering tongue stroked back up to her clit where he nibbled at the swollen flesh. Then he thrust two fingers inside her tight channel. He stroked her wall as his teeth and tongue pleasured her.

She shuddered and her hips gyrated off the bed. Head thrashing on the pillow, she ground on his hand, striving for release. As his lips clamped over her nub, his fingers massaged hard, pumping into her vigorously.

With a shudder she cried out and collapsed on the mattress, where she quaked with aftershocks for long moments.

Tierney slipped off the bed and disrobed.

His cock stood at attention, pressing up along his belly, a drop of precum already glittering at the purplish head. He crawled up beside her and drew her into his arms, his mouth seeking hers in a hungry kiss.

Her hand traced down his side, over his hip, and latched onto his cock. The warmth of her fingers delighted him and he thrust forward into her grip. She stroked his length and reaching the tip, her finger rolled over the head, smearing the liquid at the slit.

He moaned against her mouth. No woman had ever made him feel the way she did. She knew what he liked and gave it to him. Sweet Sarah. His Sarah. She would be his forever.

A small sigh of contentment escaped him.

“Happy, baby?” she asked and stroked his cheek.

“Very. Because of you.”

She released him and he maneuvered over her, balancing on his forearms. His mouth came down on hers as his cock pushed inside her. As he filled and stretched her, she moaned against his lips.

Setting an easy pace, he kissed his way down her cheek and along her jaw, ending at her ear where his tongue teased the lobe. From there he kissed down the slender column of her throat until he found her throbbing pulse.

Hunger flared hot and fierce in him and the need to feed overwhelmed everything else. He scraped his fangs over her skin drawing a moan from deep within her. As he thrust in her pussy with a hard stroke, he bit into her tender flesh, piercing the vein.

Blood poured into his mouth, sweet as nectar, and gushed down his parched throat, renewing him with every swallow. Her blood tasted even better than her pussy. He drank with greedy abandon while drilling her with his cock.

“Oh, Jesus, Tierney! Fuck me harder,” she shouted and ground herself on his dick, pumping up and down to meet his thrusts.

Grunting against her skin, he slammed into her with each stroke.

“Harder…harder,” she cried.

He lapped over the bite on her throat and backed off, not wanting to take too much, and poured his remaining strength into bringing her to orgasm.

She worked harder, grinding on him, picking up her pace.

He pumped into her with everything he had.

“Tierney!” she screamed and crashed around him. Her pussy tightened down, then relaxed in a quick rhythm that left him wrung out and panting.

The telltale tingle in his lower back signaled his approaching climax. His hips pumped hard, working for release as she lay under him, splayed out, soaked. He slammed in one last time and came, spurting into her, filling her with hot fluid. He rocked against her until his orgasm ebbed, leaving him sated and exhausted.

He wanted to fuck her again. And he would as soon as he had time to recover for another round, which for him wouldn’t be long. With his softening prick still inside her, he rolled them onto their sides and stroked her hair back.

His beautiful Sarah.

He would do anything for her.

Still buried in her, he drifted slightly.

A hard knock thundered against the door downstairs and Tierney’s eyes flew open. Holy fucking hell. Who was at his door at such a late hour?

~***~

Please return 4/18/11 for another installment of Lord of Shadows and 4/4/11 for the next installment of Flying Figure Ranch.

Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher

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