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  I helped him, not because I wanted him to see my body, but because I was eager to see his.

  I didn't have to wait long, and I wasn't disappointed. He had a finely muscled body—not the bulky type of muscles men got when they lifted weights, but the long, graceful ones that came from use. Probably stalking small animals in the woods.

  I wanted to run my tongue over all of him.

  He joined me on the bed, resting his body along the side of mine, while his hands swept across my flesh. He focused his attention on my nipple, teasing it, pinching it, until my back arched, and I moaned. Then his lips were on my mouth again, his tongue tangling with mine.

  I felt the hard, hot length of his erection on my thigh, and I tilted my hips in invitation.

  He slid his hand down my stomach to my mound. He paused a moment, while he continued to devour me with his kiss, then he slid a finger between my labia straight to my core. He had large fingers, and when he started pumping one inside of me, I nearly came.

  A growl issued from the back of his throat as my juices coated his hand.

  He slid a second finger in next to the first, and continued stroking slowly, every now and then palming my clit. I humped against his hand, losing myself in the pleasure he was giving me, jerking every time he touched my clitoris.

  He kissed his way down my body to where his hand continued working. His tongue felt hot and rough as he licked around my opening and across my nether lips. He sucked the cream that leaked from my pussy, the vibrations of his purr driving me closer to the edge. Then he licked his way to my clit, circled it with his tongue, and sucked it into his mouth. He drew on it, flicking his tongue across it rapidly. My hips shot off the bed, mashing my crotch into his face.

  He snaked an arm over my abdomen and held me pinned while my orgasm shook and jolted me. When I was reduced to tremors, he removed his fingers, and lapped up my cum with a satisfied growl.

  I looked down my body, and met his eyes. He raised his head, grinned at me, and ordered me to roll over and kneel.

  I happily complied.

  "Drop down onto your elbows in front.” His voice was hoarse, and it felt good knowing I was the cause of that.

  When I was positioned the way he wanted, he moved behind me. I felt his thighs brush the backs of my legs, as he swept the head of his cock down my slit.

  He positioned himself at my opening, then wrapped his hands around my hips.

  I waited, practically feeling the lips of my pussy swelling in anticipation.

  Then he thrust. His cock was huge. It burned my inner tissues as it cleaved its way between them. He began a series of short strokes, and worked the massive rod deeper into me. I groaned when he finally got his entire length inside, the head pressed against my cervix.

  "God, you're tight.” He dropped down over my back and spoke into my ear. “Exactly how many lovers have you had?"

  "Including you? Two."

  He growled, and I felt his cock twitch. He began moving, in long, easy strokes. “So tight, so wet,” he mumbled. Then he increased his pace.

  He kissed the side of my neck, then sucked the flesh between his teeth, and continued to suck. My pussy spasmed, causing him to drive faster, harder into me,

  He licked his way to my shoulder, opened his jaws, and grasped it between his teeth, holding me still. He grunted in time with the power of his thrusts, but he didn't let go.

  I felt his cock grow larger, harder, stretching my vagina to its limits.

  A coiling pressure built low in my pelvis, then exploded out from there. I bucked and writhed as my orgasm took me. I felt his fangs sink into my flesh with a brief flash of pain that took my orgasm to a higher level.

  There was another flash of pain, this time in my vagina, when his cock grew larger still. Then Rafe went wild. His cock nearly locked inside my body, filling every inch of me. Jolts of pleasure ripped through me every time his cock pulsed against my womb. I screamed as a violent orgasm shattered me. He growled, and I felt it through my shoulder straight to my convulsing pussy. I prayed that I didn't die from this experience, because I wanted to remember it.

  Rafe's entire body stiffened, his cock pressed hard against my womb, then I felt the hot wash of his cum. He held me still, while his cock shot his seed into my body.

  I was beginning to relax, when he stiffened again, and another blast of cum jetted into me. I came again, my inner muscles squeezing his seed from him.

  The pattern repeated itself, again and again, for the next twenty minutes. By the time his balls had finally emptied, I was wringing wet, and all my bones had dissolved. Only his strong hands and his teeth kept me upright.

  He collapsed on top of me, and I welcomed the weight of his solid body.

  "Holy shit, Rafe.” My eyes were already drifting shut.

  He licked the wound on my shoulder.

  "Next time, I won't be so gentle with you.” He nuzzled my neck.

  Yikes.

  * * * *

  I woke feeling wonderfully sore, and stretched. My arm brushed against something hard and warm, and I rolled onto my side to find Rafe smiling lazily at me. The muscles of his chest beckoned, so I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the ridge of one.

  He pushed me over onto my back, levered himself between my legs, grabbed my calves and wrapped them around his waist.

  I blinked at him, but before I could form a thought, he impaled me with his cock.

  "Oh!"

  He rotated his hips, firmly settling his engorged shaft inside of me.

  "Ooohhh.” He felt so fucking good.

  He braced himself on his elbows, and trapped my head between his hands, forcing me to look at him.

  Then he brought his mouth to mine, running his tongue along my lower lip until I opened to him. His tongue plunged in, and swirled around mine while he rocked his hips.

  I tangled my fingers in his hair, and hung on. He moved his hands to cup my ass, and tilt my hips further, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my buttocks.

  He powered his cock into me, jolting me with each inward thrust. Little whimpers escaped me at every jolt.

  I dug harder into his hair, arched my back, and felt his cock fill me fully.

  He began stroking me with long, hard, brutal thrusts that came far too fast for me to match. I let myself relax into the sensations, the pleasure he was generating.

  He tore his lips from mine, and worked his way to the spot on my shoulder he had marked the night before.

  He suckled a second mark, near the first, then lowered his head to my shoulder. He licked me with a few fast strokes of his tongue, then sank his fangs into my flesh.

  I blew apart, screaming and jerking against him.

  He battered away at my vagina, growling, as his cock grew harder, fuller. I felt the brief flash of pain when his cock enlarged, and knew I was spiraling towards another climax.

  His thrusts grew shorter, faster, but no less brutal as his cock swelled even further.

  I came again, the intensity causing flashes of light to detonate inside my head.

  His body locked; his cock had grown so full he could no longer move it within me. Then he sucked hard on my shoulder, and I felt the first waves of his release blast over my womb.

  We continued to come, together, for nearly half an hour. I was drenched in sweat, and unable to move any part of my body when he finally stopped coming.

  He slid from me, and pulled me tight against his chest. I felt the deep vibrations of his purr against my back.

  I knew I was going to fall asleep, and that he'd leave when I did.

  "Rafe?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Thanks. You blew me away.” I snuggled closer to him.

  He stroked my hair, and kissed me gently on the side of the face.

  "I should be thanking you. It's been a long time since I've lost control of myself while fucking."

  "Mmmm."

  He cradled me in his arms, and held me while I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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br />   Chapter Two

  I woke up after dark, alone. I lingered in the shower, letting the warm water soothe my overstimulated muscles.

  Then I padded out to my kitchen and fixed myself a steak and baked potato.

  Ashur dropped in on me, just as I was sitting down to eat, a glass of wine in my hand.

  His eyes traveled over my body, a sly grin curving the edges of his mouth.

  "You look well and truly fucked."

  "Thanks for the referral.” I dug into my food.

  "You got another one of those?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

  "Check the freezer.” I cut myself another bite, and shoved it into my mouth while Ashur went to my fridge in search of food.

  I heard the slap of frozen meat hit the broiler pan, then the oven door opening. Guess he'd found something to cook.

  He returned to the table with a bottle of beer in his hand, and stretched out in the chair next to mine.

  "Going to see him again?” His question sounded casual, but I knew him well enough to sense the tension behind it.

  "Don't think so. Though I wouldn't turn him down if he came around again."

  Ash squinted at me, a brief flash of irritation in his eyes. He grunted, then got up to check on his meat.

  I finished my meal, then sat back and sipped my wine. God, I felt good. I decided that I needed to have sex more often.

  I even checked out Ashur's ass as he bent over the stove.

  "What are you looking at?” he grumbled at me when he caught me looking.

  "Your ass. You've got a pretty good one there."

  "I've got a great ass.” He drank his beer, glancing at me over the top of the bottle.

  "Ahhh, but do you have a big dick?” I grinned impishly at him. I'd never wondered, much, about Ash's cock before. Now I was more than curious.

  "Enormous,” he told me, and I snorted.

  "I'll just bet.” I got up to get myself more wine, while Ashur removed two fat steaks from the oven. He dropped them onto a plate, grabbed some silverware, and returned to the table.

  "Grab me another beer while you're in there,” he said as he cut into his meat.

  I watched his jaw work for a while, as he chewed his food.

  "You really got a big dick?” Christ, one night of great sex and I was turning into a nympho.

  "Uh huh.” He concentrated on his food, though I could see the grin he was trying to hide from me.

  "Can I see it?"

  He pretended to ponder the question.

  "No."

  I slapped him on the arm. “Why not?"

  "Because once you see it, you'll want it.” He took another bite of steak, his eyes gleaming at me.

  "I will not. I bet it isn't even that big.” I pouted.

  "Too big for you,” he shot back at me.

  "What, are you stuck fucking farm animals it's so big?"

  He choked on a bite of meat, then glared at me.

  "Women,” he told me in a stern voice. “I fuck women. If you ever paid attention, you'd notice they happen to find me attractive."

  I rolled my eyes. Of course I'd noticed how the women swarmed around Ashur; I'd just never seen him pay much attention to them. At least while I was around.

  "Just a peek?"

  His eyes turned thoughtful, as he studied me. Then his lips set in a firm line. “No."

  He finished his meal, and we got up to move to the living area, fresh drinks in our hands.

  I sat on the couch, and he sat next to me, his big body brushing up against mine. I leaned into him, comfortable with his closeness, safe. He kissed the top of my head, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

  "You're my closest friend, Lisa. I can't tell you how important you are to me."

  "I know, Ash. I don't think I could live without you a part of my life."

  We sat in silence and watched the fire that Ash had started with a wave of his hand.

  "Have you given any thought to those medallions I asked you to make?"

  "Shit.” I jumped up and rushed over to the door. “I've got a mock-up to show you. I forgot all about it."

  I raced through the double doors, as quickly as I could. I grabbed the platinum medallion by its chain and fumbled my way back into my bedroom.

  I dropped down next to him, and presented him with my work.

  He took it in his hand, his hand so large it made the medallion look fragile. He studied first one side, then the other. Tested its weight, then threw it as hard as he could at the rock surrounding the fireplace. Bits of rock flew when it impacted. He got up and retrieved it, studying it again.

  Then he closed his fingers around it, and held it. His eyelids drooped, his gaze turned stormy.

  He opened his fist, and studied the medallion a final time.

  "You do beautiful work,” he said reverently. “It's perfect. I'll start with a hundred."

  "I'll need the funds up front so I can get the platinum."

  "Done."

  He pocketed the necklace, then settled back against the couch, drawing me close to his side.

  "Is it bigger then Rafe's?” So I have a one-track mind. I didn't expect the reaction I got out of Ash, though. He twisted toward me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and before I knew it, I was pinned beneath him.

  His lips crashed down on mine, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it, and raised my knees on either side of his hips, rotating my crotch until I made contact with the bulge in his jeans.

  He quit attacking me with his kiss, and started seducing me with it.

  I sighed into his mouth, and let my hands roam over the muscles of his back.

  He rocked his hips, gently grinding his erection against my core.

  He opened my robe, his fingers finding my nipple. He pinched and twisted it a few times, then moved his hand down my body and shoved it between my legs. He groaned as he slipped his fingers between my labia.

  He'd felt the arousal I could also feel dripping out of my vagina.

  He levered himself onto his knees, and began frantically opening his jeans. He pulled his cock out into the open and I gasped, entranced with the length and girth of it.

  His eyes flew to my face when I gasped. I could see a variety of emotions flitting over his features. I sighed when his expression shuttered.

  "Take a good look. It's the last time you're going to see it."

  He hefted his cock with his hand. I braced myself up on my elbows, and considered lunging at him, trapping his cock in my mouth. If I'd thought it would fit, I probably would have done it.

  Instead I stared at his cock, and felt the flood of liquid seeping from my vagina.

  "Oh, God.” I groaned. “You're right. I want to know what that weapon of yours would feel like inside of me."

  He tucked it out of sight, but didn't move from between my legs.

  I groaned, long and loud.

  "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?” My nipples had tightened to the point of pain; my pussy throbbed achingly.

  "If I touch you, I'll end up fucking you,” he said, but didn't move.

  "I want you to fuck me."

  His hands reached for my breasts. I arched my back, anticipation washing over me.

  "Damn,” he roared, and wrenched himself to his feet and away from the couch. “Close your robe."

  He stood with his back to me until I'd complied.

  Instead of joining me on the couch again, he headed toward the door. He stopped, without activating the lock, but didn't turn around.

  "I think I've wanted you since you hit puberty.” His shoulders slumped. “I know I've wanted you with an almost blinding need since you took that sorry excuse of a man into your bed when you were eighteen. I nearly lost my mind, thinking about you with the panther last night.” He turned to me, and I saw the anguish in his eyes. “I've never let anyone get as close to me as I've let you. I want to keep that. I can't be your lover too. I'd use you badly, then walk away from you."

  I got of
f the couch and made my way to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheek against his chest. “I don't understand, but I'm willing to let it go at that."

  He kissed the top of my head, his arms coming around me.

  "I promise I'll try to keep my hands and thoughts off your cock.” I grinned, and was rewarded with the sound of his chuckle. I leaned back so I could see his eyes.

  "I'm going to have lovers, though; probably lots of them. I find I really, really like sex."

  Ashur groaned. “What am I going to do with you?"

  Then he let himself out.

  I checked the clock, and found it was only nine-thirty, plenty of time for me to get cleaned up, and hit the bars.

  I questioned the wisdom of my decision while I showered. Fuck it. I'd enjoyed last night too much. Too often I was tied up with work to find the time. Since I wasn't able to start Ash's project until I had the supplies, I had a few days for playing.

  I dug through my closet for an outfit that would appeal to the right kind of man. I finally settled on a pleated denim skirt that hit me mid-thigh, and a snug, soft, fuzzy pink sweater. Hot pink.

  I slipped into a scrap of white lace panties, and a lacy demi-bra. Feeling sexy, I pulled on suntan thigh-high stockings and slipped my feet into hot pink boots with three and a half inch stiletto heels.

  I twirled in front of the mirror, and caught a glimpse of my panties. Perfect.

  I poofed up my hair but left it loose around my shoulders. I'd been blessed with thick, lustrous, wavy brown hair, with natural copper and gold highlights.

  I didn't often wear makeup, so I went with mascara and a little lip-gloss, to ensure I wouldn't forget and smear the stuff across my face during the evening. I moved the necessary items to a small shoulder bag, making sure my keys were among the items.

  I was ready.

  Now where to go? The only thing I was sure of was that a human male wouldn't do.

  I puzzled over my options as I headed into the garage. As I slid behind the wheel, the answer came to me. The Dare. It was an old, established other hangout that had scads of patrons on any night of the week. I'd been in there a few times for lunch, and liked the vampire couple that owned the place. Especially since they let me in, despite the fact I was toxic to their kind.