N. Walters - Damek's Redemption

“I know. It’s just…” She didn’t quite know how to explain it, but with Damek she didn’t need to.

“I know.” He hugged her and she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight. The world felt better, right, when she was with him. It was much harder when she was alone with her thoughts. “I heard from Craig.”

The caught her interest and she leaned back so she could see his face. “What did he say?” They’d searched all the apartments, gathering any information they could on the vampire-hunter organization.

Damek picked her up in his arms, walked back to his chair and sat with her in his lap. “Luther Kostas’s money came down in the family and they owned quite a bit of property. That gave him both the income and the time to allow him to hunt. His wealth is being left to a man named John Smith, which is obviously an alias. The other hunters had little money and worked odd jobs to finance their extra activities.”

“So what do we do now?” She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. Controlling the bloodlust was exhausting work. Better to focus on the mystery of the vampire hunters than the problems she was having adjusting to vampire life.

“I think you should go through all the diaries and journals we collected and write the comprehensive history of the vampire hunters, something that will allow the vampires to understand their enemies better.”

Sonia sat up straight. “Really?” All the apartments they’d searched had contained journals, personal memoirs of their lives as vampire hunters. This was something she could really sink her teeth into. She grinned at her unintentional pun.

Damek caught a hank of her hair in his hand and gave it a playful tug. “Why not? You’re the research expert. Who better to put all this together? We can keep a copy for ourselves and give one to The Keepers.”

“Are you sure?” Her fingers were already itching to get hold of the journals. It was important for her to work, to contribute.

Damek rested his forehead against hers. “Yes. As much as I find your family exhausting, they’re doing good things. If this can help them, then I’m all for it. Just leave your name off the damn book. I don’t want to attract any crazies or paranormal creatures to our door.”

Sonia laughed at his put-upon demeanor. “I promise.” She crossed her finger over her heart.

He caught her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. “I forgot to mention that Craig thinks he’s found several more hunters’ journals in antiquarian bookstores in both Boston and New York. I’ve set up a false identity and have bought them. They’ll be delivered to a post box in Detroit and we’ll go and pick them up in a few days.”

The researcher in her was dying to get her hands on all the books. It would be fascinating to look into the minds of those who got into vampire hunting. If they could learn what drove them, maybe they could figure out a way to change their minds about killing all vampires.

Damek’s hand rested on her hip and he gave it a playful squeeze. “Do you want to go home and start on the journals we already have or do you want to do something else?”

She was immediately diverted. “What do you have in mind?” Her sultry tone left no doubt that she was up for whatever he had in mind.

He lifted her until she was facing him, his hands on her hips. “This is a very sturdy chair.”

“Yes, it is,” she readily agreed. “And that is quite a large desk you have too.”

He growled and captured her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside. He stood and shifted until her back hit the desk, never breaking the torrid kiss. Papers scattered and crunched beneath her. Oh, how she loved this man.

He pulled away and stared down at her, eyes flashing with lust and need, fangs long, gleaming and sharp. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Damek slipped his hand beneath the modest, knee-length skirt she wore, stroking his fingers along her inner thigh all the way to her pussy. One of his eyebrows rose when he found her naked. “I’m not sure whether to be pleased or to spank you for walking around with nothing on beneath your skirt.”

Sonia batted her eyelashes at him. “What can I say? I’m a brazen hussy out to seduce her husband.”

“Is that so?” He circled her swollen clit and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. “Far be it from me to disappoint a lady.” Two thick fingers penetrated her slick core and this time there was no way for her to disguise her whimper of pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers and she cried out at the loss. “Shhh. I want to see all of you.” His gaze never left her face as he unbuttoned her blouse and spread the material wide to expose her sexy, red lace bra.

“Very nice.” He traced the edge of the cups and her nipples beaded, pressing against the stretchy fabric. She moaned and shifted slightly, trying to get him to touch her nipples, but he avoided them, circling them instead.

“Beast,” she taunted.

“You don’t like what I’m doing?” He lifted his hand and she reached out, grabbed his hand and brought it back to her breast. He laughed, his smile making him look young and carefree. Her breath caught in her throat and tears pricked her eyes. She blinked them back, not wanting to ruin the playful moment.

“I like it far too much. But I’d like this even better.” Holding his hand in hers, she guided it to one of her straining nipples that were outlined against the satiny fabric of her bra. Pressing his index finger over it, she rubbed back and forth. Her pussy spasmed with delight at the sensual caress. There was something wicked about directing his touch, pleasuring herself with his hand.

“Maybe you’d like this even better.” His rough tone raised goose bumps on her flesh and she waited, quivering with anticipation.

Damek leaned down and captured a hard, fabric-covered tip between his lips and sucked. She dragged her fingers through his hair, anchoring him to her breast. “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

She felt his lips turn up into a grin and forgave him for being smug. He was an excellent lover and he knew it. And since she was the one benefiting from his experience, she wasn’t about to complain.

He shifted his mouth, leaving a trail of hot kisses down the slope of her breast until his face was buried in her cleavage. She felt the slight scrape of one of his fangs against her skin and then the cups of her bra were parting. He’d bitten through the fabric.

Damek leaned back and shoved the bra out of his way, exposing her breasts. “This is the way you should always be, naked and ready for me to fuck you.”

Her arousal ratcheted up another notch and her pussy spasmed again. Oh, how she wanted him. “You’re rather overdressed.” She wanted to touch his rock-hard abs, to slide her lips and tongue over his salty skin. She sent him a mental picture of what she wanted to do to him and was rewarded with a deep gasp, quickly followed by a growl.

He stood up straight and removed his jacket. He always looked so put together, so handsome in his Italian suits and designer shirts. She’d have to buy him some jeans and T-shirts for nights when he wasn’t at work. The man needed to learn how to relax and have fun, and she was just the woman to teach him.

Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, giving him a perfect view of her wet, pink pussy. She made no attempt to cover herself. She was long past being shy around Damek. He was so earthy, so sensual, he made it impossible for her to retain any kind of reserve when it came to their sex life.

He took his time unbuttoning his black, linen shirt, slipping open one button at a time.

“Tease,” she accused him. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. “I’ll just play by myself while I’m waiting.”