"Mary..." His pupils went white and he started to purr, gyrating his hips. The erection moved on top of his stomach, the head of it reaching his belly button and then some. With a sudden rush, his forearms shot up and pulled at the bonds. Chains rattled, shifted.
"Are you okay?" she said.
"Oh, God, Mary. I'm... we're hungry. We are... starving for you."
Shoring up her courage, she went over to the bed. She bent down and kissed him on the mouth, then she got up on the mattress. Got up on him.
As she straddled his hips, he writhed under her in waves.
Taking him into her hand, she tried to get him inside. She couldn't do it on the first try. He was too big and she wasn't ready and it hurt. She gave it another shot and grimaced.
"You aren't primed for me," Rhage said, arching as she put his blunt head against her core one more time. He made some kind of wild, humming sound.
"It'll be fine, let me just - "
"Come here." As he spoke, his voice changed. Deepened. "Kiss me, Mary."
She dropped down onto his chest and took his mouth, trying to will herself to get turned on. It didn't work.
He broke off the contact, as if sensing her lack of arousal.
"Come up higher on me." Chains stirred, the metallic sound almost a chime. "Give me your breast. Bring it to my mouth."
She shimmied up and dropped her nipple to his lips. The instant she felt a gentle sucking, her body responded. She closed her eyes, relieved as heat took hold.
Rhage seemed to recognize the change in her, because the purring sound he made grew louder, a beautiful twrring in the air. As he caressed her with his lips, his body moved in a great surge under her, his chest rising and then his neck and his head kicking back. Sweat bloomed anew on his skin, the scent of his need for her filling the air with spice.
"Mary, let me taste you." His voice was so low now that his words distorted. "Your sweetness. Between your legs. Let me taste you."
She looked down and two gleaming white orbs stared up at her. There was a hypnotic quality to them, an erotic persuasion she couldn't deny, even though she knew it wasn't just Rhage she was with.
She crawled up his body, stopping when she was at his chest. The intimacy was somehow shocking, especially with him tied down.
"Closer, Mary." Even the way he said her name was not the same. "Come closer to my mouth."
She moved above him awkwardly, trying to accommodate the position he was in. She ended up with one knee on his chest and the other over his opposite shoulder. He craned his neck and twisted his head, rising to meet her flesh, capturing her with his lips.
His moan vibrated into her core, and she planted a hand on the wall. The pleasure stole her inhibitions completely, rendering her a servant to the sex as he licked and sucked at her. As her body responded in a rush of wetness, there was a sharp sound followed by a groan as the chains were pulled tight and the bed frame's wood protested. Rhage's great arms were strained against the bonds that held him, his muscles rigid, his fingers spread wide and curled into clawlike points.
"That's it," he said between her legs. "I can feel you... coming."
His voice sank down and disappeared into a growl.
Her release shot through her and she fell over, sinking onto the bed, her leg dragging across his face before falling onto his neck at the ankle. As soon as her pulses faded, she looked at him. His white, unblinking eyes were wide with wonder and awe. He was utterly captivated by her as he lay there, breathing in that pattern of two beats in followed by one long release.
"Take me now, Mary." The words were deep, warped. Not Rhage's.
But she didn't feel scared or as if she were betraying him.
Whatever had come out of him, it wasn't malevolent and it wasn't entirely unfamiliar either. She'd sensed this... thing in him all along and knew it was nothing she needed to be frightened of. And as she met his eyes now, it was as it had been in the billiard room, a separate presence looking at her, but Rhage just the same.
She moved down him and took him inside her body, fitting him perfectly. His hips surged, and another high call came out of his throat as he began pumping. The thrusts went in and out of her, a delicious pounding slide that came up with increasing force. To keep from getting bucked off, she braced herself on all fours and tried to stay stable.
The keening sound got louder as he went wild, slapping his hips against her, trembling all over. Urgency grew and grew, building, a storm coming, about to hit. Suddenly he bowed off the mattress, the bed squealing as his arms and legs contracted. His eyelids peeled back and white light pierced the room, making it as bright as high noon. Deep inside she felt the contractions of his climax, and the sensations kicked off another orgasm for her, taking her over the edge.
She fell onto his chest when it was over, and they were both still except for the breathing, hers normal, his in that odd rhythm.
She lifted her head and stared into his face. White eyes burned as they focused on her with total adoration.
"My Mary," the voice said.
And then a low-level electrical shock flowed through her body and charged the air. Every light came on in the room, flooding the space with illumination. She gasped and glanced around, but the surge left as quickly as it came. Just like that, the energy was gone. She looked down.
Rhage's eyes were normal again, the teal color shining.
"Mary?" he said in a dazed, indistinct voice.
She had to take a few breaths before speaking. "You're back."
"And you're okay." He lifted his arms, flexed his fingers. "I didn't change."
"What do you mean, change?"
"I didn't... I could see you while it was with me. You were hazy, but I knew you weren't getting hurt. It's the first time I've ever remembered anything."
She didn't know what to make of that, but saw that the chains had nibbed his skin raw. "Can I let you go?'
"Yeah. Please."
Getting him undone took some time. When he was free, he massaged his wrists and ankles and watched her carefully, as if reassuring himself she was okay.
She looked around for a robe. "I'd better go tell Butch and V it's safe to leave."
"I'll do it." He went over to the bedroom door and stuck his head out.
As he spoke with the men, she looked at the tattoo on his back. She could have sworn it was smiling at her.
God, she was nuts. She really was.
She hopped up on the bed and pulled the blankets over herself.
Rhage shut the door and leaned back against it. He still looked tense, in spite of the release he'd had. "After all that... are you finally afraid of me?"
"No."
"Aren't you afraid of... it?"
She held her arms out. "Come here. I want to hold you. You look like you've got a case of the rattles."
He approached the bed slowly, as if he didn't want her to feel stalked or something. She motioned with her hands, urging him to hurry up.
Rhage lay down beside her, but didn't reach for her.
After a heartbeat she went for him, wrapping her body around his, running her hands over him. When she brushed against his side, catching the edge of the dragon's tail, Rhage flinched and shifted.
He didn't want her anywhere near the tattoo, she thought.
"Roll over," she said. "Onto your stomach."
When he shook his head, she pushed at his shoulders. It was like trying to move a grand piano.
"Roll over, damn it. Come on, Rhage."
He complied with no grace whatsoever, cursing and flopping onto his belly.
She ran her hand right down his spine, right over the dragon.
Rhage's muscles contracted in random order. No, not random. They were the parts of his body that corresponded to where she was touching the tattoo.
How extraordinary.
She stroked his back some more, feeling as if the ink were rising up to meet her palm like a cat.
"Are you ever going to want to be with me again?" Rhage said stiffly. He turned his face to the side so he could see her. Except he didn't look up.
She lingered on the beast's mouth, tracing the line of its lips with her fingertip. Rhage's own set parted as if he were feeling her touch.
"Why wouldn't I want to be with you?"
"That was a little weird, wasn't it?"
She laughed. "Weird? I'm sleeping in a mansion full of vampires. I've fallen in love with a - "
Mary stopped. Oh, God. What had just come out of her mouth?
Rhage pushed his upper body off the bed, twisting his chest around so he could look at her. "What did you just say?"