Tooth And Nailed Part 23

"Oh," she said, her face softening. "That's so sweet."

"And if you don't f.u.c.k me now," he continued, "my heart will explode and I won't be much good to you. So please, for the love of the little baby Jesus, f.u.c.k me!"

She tossed her head back and laughed, the sheer joy in the sound echoing in the room. "Not quite what I had in mind, but good enough," she said. She s.h.i.+fted, positioning herself and slowly impaled herself on him.

They both groaned at the sensation. Rowan reached out for Jack's hands, gripping them hard enough to grind bone as she began to move.

"G.o.d!" she gasped. "This is so unbelievable!"

He grunted as he pushed up to meet the thrust of her hips. "Heightened senses?" he asked.

"Yeah," she moaned. She ground her hips down on him, purring at the sensation. "Everything is sharper, clearer. Brighter, like a light's been turned on. Jesus, I can feel every little bit of you inside me!"

Jack watched her face, loving her expression as she rode him. She was so giving, so amazingly open it blew him away. "That's how I feel you," he said. "Every little ripple, every pulse. G.o.d, I love you!"

"I love you too," she gasped, her hips pumping faster. "I really, really do." Suddenly she felt something happening in her mouth. "Jack," she gasped. "Jack, my teeth."

He picked up his head, noted the elongated eyeteeth emerging from her gums. "Fangs," he growled. "They're coming in."

"Oh G.o.d, I want to bite," she breathed, her nostrils flaring as she caught the faint coppery scent of blood. "What do I do, I don't know what to do."

"Come here," he said, raising up and reaching for her. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down, tucking her face into the hollow of his throat.

"You want to slide them in," he instructed, "not push or punch through. Your teeth are sharp enough to tear through steel, so take it slow and easy."

Rowan struggled to hold back, listen to his instructions. This close, she could smell the blood as it flowed under his skin. She could actually hear it, the rush of it like a river to her enhanced hearing. She licked out over her lips, her tongue getting caught on the tip of one fang. The taste of her own blood made her all the hungrier for his and with a delirious moan, she put her mouth to his neck.

He went still, his strong hands pinning her in place, and she opened her mouth and gently, oh-so gently, pierced the skin over his carotid artery. Even though he'd warned her, the ease with which her teeth pierced his flesh took her by surprise. The skin parted like b.u.t.ter under a heated blade and her mouth was flooded with sweet, warm liquid.

She felt his hand clench on the back of her head, felt the vibration of his vocal chords in her own mouth as he growled. "Suck," he commanded, and she did. She moaned in sheer pleasure as the liquid flowed, swallowing convulsively as she fed.

Her hips began moving again of their own volition, pumping frantically as she felt the o.r.g.a.s.m building inside her. The taste of him went straight to her head, making her dizzy and frantic for more. Her c.u.n.t clamped down, the o.r.g.a.s.m barreling through like a freight train and she ripped her mouth from his throat with a roar.

"Oh G.o.d, Jacka"I'm coming!"

Her head went back and she stared blindly at the ceiling as her body imploded, pulsing and shuddering and vibrating around him. The o.r.g.a.s.m went on and on, pushed higher by the constant drive of his hips. She screamed out again as she felt him grow impossibly harder, bigger inside her.

Jack reared up with a savage snarl. He wrapped his arms around her, latched a hand in her hair to drag her head back and sank his fangs into her neck.

Rowan howled, the piercing pleasure-pain pulsing through her and sending fresh waves of spasms through her body, and with a m.u.f.fled roar, he followed.

"This has been the weirdest month," Rowan said, her mouth full of rare roast beef. They were sprawled on her living room rug having a two a.m. picnic. Rowan was bundled in her bathrobe and Jack just had on a pair of silk pajama bottoms that he'd had someone bring over, along with the rest of his clothes. "I get kidnapped, kidnapped again and turned into a vampire. Tough to beat for strange."

Jack grinned at her. "I can beat it," he said. "There was that July I was in Berlin with those two milkmaidsa""

"Whatever!" Rowan held up a hand. "I don't want to know."

He chuckled into his winegla.s.s. "Spoilsport."

"d.a.m.n right," she said. She took a sip of her own wine and hummed in appreciation. "This is amazing. I love how I can taste all the little flavors so clearly."

"One of the side benefits," he commented.

"This life is going to be pretty cool," she decided, sitting back with a satisfied sigh. "I'm really glad I can still eat real food. I'd have hated to give up cheesecake."

"You just have to be careful," he told her, topping off her wine gla.s.s. "Too much regular food can upset your system and you have to make certain you feed regularly."

"Right. By the way, that bit in the bedrooma""

He raised an eyebrow. "Bit? Or Bite?"

She grinned. "Both, I guess. Can we feed off each other or will we need to have other sources?"

"We can feed off each other for fun," he told her, lying down on his side. He propped his head in his hand so he could watch her. "But we will have to supplement that with synthetics."

"Wow." She blinked as though trying to clear the cobwebs from her vision. "I'm not human anymore."

"So dramatic," he chided, and rolled his eyes when she stuck her tongue out at him. "You're still human, you know. Your species can't change, although your DNA has gone through a bit of a transformation. It would be appropriate to say you're a little more than human now."

"It's going to take me a while to get used to this." She stared into the fireplace sipping her wine and Jack felt a cold trickle of dread crawl down his spine.

"Are you sorry?" he asked quietly, and her head snapped around to look at him with surprise.

"What? No, of course not." She set her wine aside and stretched out next to him. "Why would you say that?"

He shrugged, feeling horribly vulnerable and not liking it. "It was a big decision, made under duress. It'd be natural for you have some regrets."

She laughed, a deep belly laugh that had him turning to her in surprise. She was grinning at him. "You a.s.s," she said with affection. "It was not a decision made under duress."

He frowned at her. "What're you talking about?"

Rowan reached out to flick the hair off his forehead, loving the way the light from the fire played over his features. "I'd already decided I wanted you to turn me," she explained patiently. "So really the only thing that was decided on the fly was the timing."

"You'd already decided." She nodded. "And you didn't think maybe this was something we should discuss? You didn't think it was something you should tell me?"

"There wasn't a lot of time, Jack. I got kidnapped, if you'll recall."

"Yeah, I recall," he said sardonically. He reached out to grip her chin firmly, his eyes searching hers. "You're sure you don't have any regrets about this?"

"The only regret I could possibly have," she said quietly, "would be if you didn't want me any longer."

"Oh darling," he murmured. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "That's never going to happen."

"Good," she sighed with satisfaction. "Then we've got no problems. Although I will have to find a new job," she mused. "Kind of hard to teach kindergarten when sunlight's a no-no."

"You could do it, if you wanted," he told her. "You'd just have to be very, very careful."

"I think it'd be too much trouble," she said. She turned to face away from him and scooted back into him so they nestled like spoons in a drawer. His arm came around her and she took his hand in hers. "I still want to teach though," she mused, toying with his fingers. "Maybe I'll get a job teaching night school. You know, to adult students going back for their GED? That might be interesting."

"You'll miss the kids," he said, and she shrugged.

"Sure," she said. "But it's okay. Maybe in a few years I'll decide it's worth it to go back. Either way, I'd rather be with you."

"Speaking of kidsa"

She turned to look at him over her shoulder, frowning at the hesitant tone in his voice. "What about them?"

"Do you want to have children?"

"No." She shook her head. "Why, do you?"

"No, not really. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can't have children."

"Oh. Then why are you asking me?"

"I thought you should know, in case you wanted to have some. Don't most women want to have kids?"

"I don't know, but I never did." She shrugged again. "Just not the mom type, I guess."

"Oh. Okay."

She grinned at his relieved expression. "What would you have done if I'd said, yes, I want to have kids?"

"I have no idea," he said honestly.

She was giggling, shaking in his arms. "Well it's good to know you had a plan."

He dug his fingers into her ribs, making her shriek and wriggle. "Smart-a.s.s." He settled his chin on the top of her head, inhaling her scent as they watched the fire.

She sighed. "I guess we have some stuff to figure out, huh?"

"Yes." He kissed her shoulder where her robe had slid off.

"I have to talk to my dad."

"I already did," he said, and that had her twisting around to look at him.

"You did? Of course you did," she realized, and turned back to face the fire once again. "He'd have been worried sick. What did he say when you told him?"

"He wasn't thrilled," Jack acknowledged. Actually, Simon had been more than a little concerned about the life his little girl was going to be leading from now on but he'd been remarkably calm about it. "He's going to need to hear the story from you, I think."

"I'll call him in the morning," she said then frowned. "Or rather, the evening. Yeah, this'll take some getting used to."

"You'll figure it out," he said, snuggling into her again. "And I'll be right there with you."

"Thanks, baby."

"Welcome. Listen, how do you feel about taking a trip?"

"You are NOT getting me on another plane! I swear to Christ if you drug me, when I wake up, I'll kick your f.u.c.king a.s.s. And I bet I could do it now too. I'm sure I'm way stronger than I used to be."

He was shaking with laughter. "No, no plane. I was thinking more along the lines of a cruise."

"Really? That sounds like fun. But honestly, I'm not real big on the idea of being stuck on a boat with a couple of thousand strangers. Especially with my new diet."

"I have a friend with a yacht," he explained. "I have a standing invitation to use it so I thought we might go to Europe sometime soon."

"Why Europe? You've been there enough in your life, I'd think you'd want to go someplace new."

"Well, you didn't get to see much of it while you were there and I thought we could swing by Budapest while we were there."

She smiled. "You want to visit Cedric and Penelope."

"Yeah." He laid his cheek against hers. "You were right, I've been neglecting my family."

"I'm always right," she said smugly.

"Lord, are you going to be hard to live with for the next thousand years."

"Tough t.i.tties, Fangalicious, because you're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." There was a slight pause then he asked, "Did you just say tough t.i.tties?"

"Hey, I'm a child of the eighties," she protested while he laughed.

"I do love you," he said, amused.

"I love you too," she sighed, and closed her eyes.

"Hey, you're not going to sleep on me, are you?"

"I've had a hard couple of days," she murmured. "I'm catching up on my rest."

"You can rest when the sun comes up," he told her as he got to his feet. "For now, we have a few things to settle."

"Like what?" she said. She squealed, her eyes flying open as she was hoisted over his shoulder. He started for the bedroom and she eyed his silk-covered backside with interest as he walked.

"Like you making me beg." He swatted her on her robe-covered backside, distracting her from the very fine picture his a.s.s made and making her squeal again. "Remember that?"

"UmmaI do have a vague recollection," she mused, grinning when he swatted her a.s.s again. "Did you want to do it again?"

He growled low in his throat as he walked into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She bounced twice, laughing while he loomed at the foot.

"You're going to be the one doing the begging, darling. It's payback time so I'd start practicing my pleas if I were you."

Rowan got to her knees, letting the robe drop off her shoulders to pool around her. She saw his eyes flare at her nudity and barely suppressed a giggle. "Oh you mean to make me beg, do you?"