Bianca D'Arc: Sweeter than Wine

«You're beautiful, little vamp. And considerate. I didn't feel a thing, except for hunger. For you. If I didn't believe you were already claimed, I'd be tempted to keep you for myself, Christy. You're one hell of a woman.»

«Matt,» she whispered. «You're sweet. But if you don't move your ass right now, I'm going to bite you again.» She smiled and flashed some fang.

The big man laughed and moved more forcefully within her, bringing her to a swift peak that didn't dissipate. It grew. And grew.

«Your wish is my command, sweet thing.» Matt reached down to nip at her neck playfully, firing her senses as he moved faster and deeper. His cock slid home over and over, harder and harder, driving her higher and higher. It was bliss.

«Matt!» She was close now. Very close to some point she had never reached before.

«Come now, little vamp. Come for me. Right. Now.» He bit off his words as he pounded home.

Christy cried out as she came on command for the big werecougar like she'd never come before. Until this night, her husband had been her only lover. Their sex life had been good, in the beginning at least, but he'd never shown her this kind of passion or fulfillment.

Damn.

One more thing to hate Jeff for.

Christy drifted off as Matt rolled away. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was Sebastian's handsome face, watching her as if he wanted her next climax to be his.

«Are you sure about this, man?» Both men stood over the exhausted female lying asleep in the bed, looking down on her with varying degrees of indulgence and care. Sebastian had cleaned her and the bed while Matt grabbed a shower and dressed.

«Look at her, Matt. She's so petite. She's been a victim too long. I'm just making sure that when the time comes, she can fight back. She'll never be whole if she doesn't face her past and come out the victor.»

Matt sighed and rubbed one big hand over his face. «I hear you. I'll come back tomorrow night. A double dose of were ought to help. I just hope she doesn't become too strong for even you to handle.»

The werecougar left as silently as he'd come only hours before.

A half hour later, Marc called to check on Christina's condition. Sebastian reassured his old friend that she'd responded well to the conversion and was still the kind soul she'd been before, only stronger, though he was careful not to mention the werecougar's involvement in her feeding. Marc didn't need to know about that…yet.

«I wanted to let you know we've had some disturbing news from the Were Lords.» Sebastian was surprised. «I didn't know you were in contact with them.» «It's a recent development and it's not direct. I got the news from Hiram up in Seattle. He got it from another who apparently had direct contact with the werefolk a few weeks ago. Regardless, the news is startling. They said the Venifucus are back, and that the weres recently defeated a mage who claimed to be part of that ancient society.» «You're kidding.»

«Afraid not, my friend.» Marc's voice was as serious as Sebastian had ever heard it. He was too young to have ever dealt directly with the Venifucus, but he'd heard plenty of tales about the evil group.

«So do you believe it? Couldn't it just be a couple of buffoons using the name?»

Marc sighed over the line. «I hope that's all it is, but we have to keep alert, just in case. Sebastian, you've never seen these folks in action. Believe me when I say, if the Venifucus are back, we're all in very real danger.»

They talked over the possibilities for a few more minutes, but they didn't have enough information to formulate any real plans other than to stay vigilant. Only an hour or so remained before dawn, and sleep for their kind. Eventually, Marc came back to the subject of Christina and her problems.

«What will you do about the husband?»

«Is he still in jail?»

«For now, though he's hired a good lawyer. I expect he'll be out in a day or two.»

Sebastian felt a fire in his gut. He wanted to kill the mortal who'd dared lay a finger on the woman entrusted to his care. But it wasn't his fight. Still, he had some ideas of how to work behind the scenes to keep an eye on the mortal.

«Since Christina now has many years before her, I think she needs to stand up to him before I take any action. As her maker, I think it the best course. Hiro is coming over tomorrow to begin her training.»

«Wise decision, my friend. I was going to suggest something similar. It's important that she begins her new life from a position of strength instead of as a victim.»

«Of course, I'll be standing behind her to help if she has any problems with the man.»

«I expected no less.»

Sebastian kept vigil at Christina's bedside until morning. Only then did he go to his own room across the hall and let daybreak send him to slumber. When he awoke moments before true nightfall, he made his way to her room, waiting for that magic moment her sleepy eyes would open.

Christy woke as the sun dipped below the horizon the next night. She felt fantastic. Strange, hungry, powerful and sexy. It was empowering. And a little scary.

She remembered what had made her feel that way. Christy could hardly believe the things she'd done?and let the men do to her?the night before. She felt the heat of a blush stealing across her cheeks even as she sat up in the disheveled bed.

«Good evening.» Sebastian's voice came to her from the darkness of the room. He stepped forward and she saw him, her eyesight sharper than it had ever been. He was so handsome, so debonair. She'd never met a man quite like him, and likely never would again. He simply took her breath away. «How do you feel?» he asked.

She clutched the rumpled sheet to her breasts, shy now after the debauchery that had come before. She realized that while Sebastian had directed the entire scene last night, he hadn't touched her much at all. He'd kissed her though. Oh, how he'd kissed her.

Sebastian's kiss had felt more intense than any kiss she had ever received. His kiss felt like he wanted to be inside her. Desperately.

But he hadn't done much more than kiss and touch. He hadn't made love to her. He'd only watched and instructed as he let his werecougar friend fuck her in varied and exciting ways.

She'd never come so hard in her life. Or so many times. Last night was truly a night to remember and she'd blush every time she thought of it for the rest of her life, she was sure. Just like she was doing now. But Sebastian was waiting for an answer.

Christy shrugged and tried to be nonchalant. «I'm okay.»

Sebastian sat on the side of her bed, his eyes kind. No man should look that good or that understanding. Certainly no man she'd ever dealt with on an intimate level had ever looked at her with such compassion.

«Just okay?» Sebastian's fingers rose to stroke over her cheek.

A tiny shiver of attraction coursed down her spine. «Better than okay, but very…decadent. I can't believe half the things…the things…» she stammered, trailing off, the flush of embarrassment heating her cheeks even more than before.

Sebastian chuckled as his hand slid down to stroke over one bare shoulder. Caressing. Comforting. «The wicked things you did and had done to you last night? Ah, but my sweet, you're immortal now. Sex is life to us.»

«But then why didn't you…?» She could have died of embarrassment when she realized she'd spoken aloud.

«Why didn't I partake of your lovely body? Is that what you want to know?»

Cringing a little at how needy the question sounded, she nodded.

«I dare not. For one thing…» he squeezed her shoulder, «…I am your maker. I must be your teacher in these early days until you learn your limitations and strengths, and can stand on your own with no uncertainty.» She liked the sound of that. He stroked down over her arm and took her hand. «For another, I greatly fear that once I have you, I'll never be able to let you go.» He kissed her hand in a gallant, old world gesture that made her womb clench.