Dream Keeper Page 9

  “What will she do with him?”

  A distant smile swept over his face as Savaant stared out over the frolicking waves.

  “Feed.”

  “Like she did on those men who came after us?”

  “Yeah.” He gazed at her with sincere eyes. “Those pricks will be put on a cargo ship headed to the depths of the southern seas. What happens to them down there in those dark waters will be out of my hands. Ciara bought herself a one-way ticket to travel with them. Seemed like proper retribution. After all, the little whore will have several men seeking her blood. But at least she won’t be a threat to our community anymore.”

  “And Blade?”

  Lines on his face tightened. “He’ll be joining them soon enough.”

  “What about your band?”

  “Ah, it will survive. There are thousands of hungry, talented artists looking for a break.” His expression softened with that easy smile of his. He framed her face with gentle hands, his eyes searched hers. “No worries about the band. I have everything I want right here. Tonight, when the full moon is at its highest…you will become my Senhora Do Sangue.”

  She shivered with excitement. “It won’t be long. Becoming joined with you can’t come soon enough.”

  “I love you, Angel. You are my heart.” Gently, he took the empty cup from her hand before pulling her into his strong arms.

  His scent floated over her. She sighed contentedly against his bare chest, sliding her arms around his waist. He wore nothing except fresh black leather jeans and his unique, sensual cologne.

  “If I had known the guitar pick was in my robe pocket, I could’ve called out to you right away.”

  “I had completely forgotten I’d put that in there. When we returned from the party to clean your clothes, I remembered you’d put it in the jeans pocket back in LA. So I tucked the pick into your robe to keep it safe while you showered. We got to foolin’ around and I never had the chance to tell you.”

  She smiled, recalling the night Savaant had to stop her from biting his neck. “Ah, yeah…that was a hot night.”

  “Yes…indeed it was.” His sensual undertone stirred the flutters down below.

  “Is it possible that the pick held most of your energy? After all, I had it with me since the beginning.”

  “Perhaps, look at the barriers we’ve crossed to end up here…in each other’s arms.”

  The concept behind it blew her mind. Just over a week ago Savaant had been but a dream. Staggering forces had come together to bring her all this way in such a short time span.

  With her head resting on his chest again, she gazed dreamily through the glass doors leading to the balcony. She noticed the sun had set, leaving a golden glow in its place, which meant the moon would soon begin its ascent into a clear night sky right before her eyes.

  How unique that they built their homes to face the direction in which the sun and moon rose. Most of the mansions she’d been in had their main rooms constructed to face the sunset. She liked the mindset of Dunalino.

  Savaant’s beautiful home was spacious and bright with elegant furniture upholstered in fine white linen. Not what she’d expect from a man who drank blood from her neck. At one point she had deemed them glorified vampires. Yet, they view themselves as human and not vampires. Can one really be human and immortal? Will I feel different after the ritual? Perhaps the transformation has ensued at a slower pace than I realized.

  She considered how she traveled with him easily now with no sickness. Recent events had risen way beyond human behavior. And now—now she’d finally arrived at the place where Savaant said she’d become his Senhora Do Sangue—his Lady of the Blood. Her entire life felt suddenly surreal.

  Feathery caresses on her arms woke Angel from a much-needed rest. Still wrapped in the blanket, she gazed up sleepily at Savaant, who looked like he’d never left her side.

  “I must have fallen asleep in your arms.”

  A relaxed smile curved his lips. “You needed sleep. I’m glad you were able to let down before our ceremony.”

  “How long have I been out?” She glanced out the door at a dark sky, brilliantly sprayed with twinkling stars.

  “About five hours. It’s almost midnight. Time to get you dressed.” He brushed loose strands of hair from her face. “I cleaned your clothes while you slept.”

  She frowned slightly. “Now they won’t smell like you again.”

  “After the ritual we can take care of that.” He gave her a spirited wink. “Perhaps even finish what we started the last time I put those on for you.”

  “Mm… I like the sound of that.” She let her hands glide over the rippling muscles of his chest, then down to the leather waistband of his black pants. “Are you wearing these tonight?”

  “Yeah. Is that good with you?”

  “Oh, very. You fill out leather jeans better than any man alive.”

  He smiled modestly. Even so, she saw delight sparkle in his eyes.

  “I’ll wear anything you like, love.” His lips touched hers. “Or nothing at all.”

  Silky hair brushed her cheeks when he leaned over. She drew a deep breath—absorbing everything about him into her soul.

  “I’ve invited Sage to serve as handmaiden. She sent word around the island.”

  Angel asked the dreaded question. “Will Blade be there?”

  He didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I especially want him to watch. Don’t worry. Sage has him under control. She rang me while you slept. He will not cause you another moment of distress.”

  “I’m not worried. I’m with you now. I’m not looking forward to seeing him though.” She sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I didn’t get to tell you everything that happened.”

  “We’ll be sure to keep him out of your sight,” he said, then added, “Sage told me most of it when she popped in while you slept. You’ll have plenty of time to fill me in on the details.”

  “Sage was here?”

  He nodded. “That’s how I knew you’d chosen her as your handmaiden.”

  “I like her a lot. Once you and I seal our blood, Sage will be free of Blade, right?”

  “Yes. He’ll have no recourse but to release her. When a woman seeks to leave a man who has been feeding on her, she must find another domain willing to give her asylum or leave Dunalino forever. We have this law to avoid chaos. Nobody is forced to stay but they are expected to obey the rules.”

  “Blade didn’t obey the rules. He was going to force me and Sage to accept him.”

  He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “I know, love. He was out of control. He’ll pay the price for his crimes. I’ve decided to let Sage enjoy tormenting him for a bit before sending him into exile.” Scooping her off the sofa and into his arms, he carried her upstairs to the bedroom. “Now let’s get you ready. The moon is high. I want your bite.”

  “It’s gorgeous,” she said as he helped her into a short red, backless dress. Standing before a floor length mirror she gazed at herself and saw a different woman staring back. Her hair had grown since his first bite and the island sun had brightened her blonde streaks. Even her fair skin had developed a tan now.

  She watched in the mirror as he lovingly fanned the long shiny locks around her bare shoulders. The dress felt and looked like silk and shimmered beautifully. Straps crisscrossed her breasts, leaving very little to the imagination, especially where the fabric parted and bared her midriff before coming together in a clingy skirt around her hips.

  Pressing against her from behind, his body meshed with hers in the most pleasing way. She could feel every toned muscle and the hard bulge in his pants.

  “I want you.” She leaned into him, laying her head back against his shoulder.

  Their eyes met in the mirror as one hand drifted down over her stomach and lower. He held her gaze with an intensity that made her ache. She moved her bare feet apart on the floor to widen her stance, then curled one arm backward around his strong neck.

  “Is
this what you want, my sweet?” he purred with one finger stroking her clit. Then he slid it inside and continued stroking.

  She moaned softly. “Mm…yes…” Her dress had slid up beneath his touch and the visual aspect combined with physical stimulation induced a surge of warmth that trickled down her thigh.

  His lips found her neck, kissing and nibbling a path up to her ear where he bit down lightly. Shivers raced down her arms and the sudden craving for his blood besieged her, making her mouth water.

  “I see the hunger shimmering in your lovely eyes,” he murmured as their gaze met again in their reflection. “You’re ready.”

  Residents of Dunalino gathered around as Angel and Savaant approached a canopy that had been erected at the water’s edge for their long-awaited ceremony. She glanced at the crowd a few feet away, all looking on with expectant eyes. Mild anxiety had subdued her craving somewhat and she prayed she’d not falter when the moment came.

  Frolicking waves lapped at her bare feet, and Savaant’s. He’d worn his black leather jeans as she’d requested and nothing else. Never had she seen him look more inviting—if that was possible. Sensuality emanated from him in unseen waves of undeniable charisma.

  White candles placed in the sand surrounded a red blanket sprinkled with flowers under the sheer, lacy covering. Waves tumbled ashore beneath an enchanting full moon, leaving white froth just below the canopy as they rolled back out to sea. What looked like a billion stars sparkled in a perfectly clear night sky. Nature itself appeared to be celebrating their union, casting warm streaks of moonlight down upon them.

  Sage moved toward her with a soft smile. She bowed her head reverently, then looked up. “Allow me to prepare your body with tropical oils that enhance and relax your senses.” She motioned for her to lie on the blanket.

  Angel sunk into the soft bed of flowers on the blanketed sand. The silky petals felt erotic against the bare skin of her back. Sage’s fingers floated over her, massaging light fragrant oil onto her arms, legs and stomach before working their way beneath the halter-style bodice to stimulate her nipples.

  She glanced up at Savaant who observed with open desire. “Sage must submit herself to you in exchange for your favor.”

  “It’s not necessary. I freely give her sanctuary.”

  “It is our way. Everyone must witness her submission to the new queen in order to confirm her commitment and also to see that you accept her.”

  “I promise you’ll enjoy it,” Sage said in a delicate voice.

  Angel gave a slight nod while staring up at them. “If it is your way then of course I accept.”

  “When you are ready to bite let me know,” he told her, sweeping one hand over her hair. “Even if Sage has not finished, do not hold back your urge to take my blood.”

  Angel understood the handmaiden’s role now. Her nervous tension brought on by onlookers began to subside as Sage’s touch grew more intense. A soft moan escaped her as Sage delicately fingered her sex while sucking each hardened nipple of her breasts. Each tug of her moist mouth made her ache for more. Another moan rose in her throat when she moved lower and began to lick, then suck her clit.

  She didn’t resist as the lovely woman nudged her thighs apart and pushed her tongue in deeper. Her expertise was impressive and arousal quickly mounted, washing away all apprehension. Completely relaxed now, she spread her legs to enjoy the warm and wonderful sensation.

  “Mm, yesss…” Angel arched her back for more and Sage eagerly obliged. Hovering on the brink of orgasm, the sudden urge to bite Savaant and taste his blood deluged her.

  She reached for him and released a jagged breath. “I’m ready…please let me bite you now.”

  Lifting her upper body slightly, he cradled her in his arms while Sage continued the delectable oral stimulation below. Savaant touched his lips to hers several times in a sweet succession of lingering kisses before filling her mouth with his tongue. When he drew back a few moments later, she knew that her expression of heated desire surely matched the one she saw in his sparkling eyes now.

  Her body ached and trembled at the same time, overcome with hunger for his blood. She swept his hair aside and found the T-shaped scar left by Nahtosha’s venomous bite. He lowered his neck. At that very moment nothing existed except sheer pleasure and the sight, the smell of her gorgeous mate.

  Her inhibitions over the crowd had completely vanished and she cared not who looked on. All she wanted was relief from the agony raging inside. Without hesitation she bit down. As she did a peculiar sensation tingled in her mouth. She realized her canines had lengthened for the bite.

  Savaant released a long, low groan which merged into a growl as she pierced the vein in his neck. Blood spurted into her mouth and a jolt of ecstasy as she’d never known snowed her under. She inwardly gasped but didn’t let go. His potent blood warmed her throat as she hungrily swallowed. A feeling of faintness came over her and she grasped why he’d carefully prepared her to receive his blood—his carried staggering power.

  His thoughts came into her mind. My love! You have removed my curse at last and the painful scar is no more, thank you, my precious one.

  She felt Sage tighten her hold on her thighs while ravenously feasting on her sex. Idyllic spasms beginning in her core flowed through her as Sage’s soft lips and tongue induced a climax, relieving the immediate ache for release. Shudders drew a whimper of pleasure from deep inside. Reaching down with one hand, she held Sage’s mouth against her sex until the orgasm subsided. The woman readily complied, lapping each drop of cream away until Angel let her go.

  Quietly she eased off to the side. Her presence could be felt but Angel didn’t mind. Utterly rapt in passion, nothing mattered except the man now lying over her. Somehow he’d shifted his body with astounding ease and without the slightest interruption to her bite. His bare skin pressed against hers and she wondered when he’d slid out of his pants. The thought came and went as she soared above the clouds.

  He’s truly gifted!

  Everything around began to blur and she felt that blissful floating sensation again as she had when he had bitten her. Only this time the feeling was more powerful than ever before. Changes that had begun in her body following his first bite, now completed their process, and washed over her in wave upon wave of euphoria.

  “Mon Coeur…” he purred as his body jerked with force. “You’ve crossed over…you are now my Senhora Do Sangue.” Warm liquid jetted over her midriff and he groaned. “Your bite gave me one hell of an orgasm, fuck…I can’t stop coming.”

  Gradually she released her teeth from his neck and gazed up at him. She wanted to say something to express what she was feeling, but the sensations inundating her had rendered her breathless and speechless.

  He stared down at her, his eyes glassy with passion. The dress had ridden halfway up her body and the straps over her breasts had been pushed aside. His massive erection jutted upward between their bodies, releasing continual spurts of hot semen over her navel.

  “I need to mate you now.” His voice was heavy with need.

  Sensing he wanted something more feral to complete their ultimate union, she slid out from under him and positioned herself on hands and knees.

  “Ah yeah, my love, that’s what I want…you know me well.” He moved behind her.

  Just the thought of him taking her hard stimulated her sex again.

  He surprised her by licking her from behind. “Mm, baby, spread your ripe pussy wide for your man.” A shudder ripped through her as his long, hot tongue slid up the center. “Hell yeah,” he growled. “I want you dripping wet for my cock when I fuck you hard.”

  She pushed back against his tongue, spreading herself like a bitch in heat. His visceral behavior had her fully aroused and begging for more. “Please…please, take me, baby.”

  Gripping her hips, he thrust his hard length deep inside. “Fuck…” He pulled back and drove into her again. “You’re so tight and hot…bloody hell.” His body slammed against hers
. With each drive his cock swelled inside, filling and stretching her sex like never before. “I’ve wanted to take you this way since my first bite. Does that feel good, babe?” He pushed deep, so deep she felt him titillate every nerve of her core.

  “Yes…yes!” Her sex contracted around his as she climaxed with such force her body lurched forward, forcing her head down. She gasped and panted as wild spasms took control. A stream of heat shot into her as he came hard. The sensation of his seed flooding her was indescribable. She never wanted it to end. As her heightened state lessened just a bit, she stole a glance around and noticed that everyone had gone. “We’re finally alone,” she murmured between breaths.

  “Yes, my love, they left once you crossed over.” His breathing was still erratic and he continued moving smoothly inside. “When your bite made me come, I knew our blood had been sealed. I sent them away with a look.”

  His authority charmed her and yet he carried himself without a hint of arrogance. The way he loved her stole her breath. And even now, with his sex still hard and tightly joined with hers, he spoke with gentleness in his voice.

  “Can you manage to switch positions while I remain inside? I’d rather not break the mating this soon.”

  “If you hold me tightly,” she replied. Slowly she lifted one leg, tucked it inward and shifted her weight. Strong hands supported her weight with ease as she turned and carefully rolled onto her back.

  His fluent movements facilitated their tricky maneuver to result in success with him once again lying on top, his sex firmly planted in hers.

  “Mm…nice.” He kissed her lips, then traced them with his tongue. “Now we can lie together all night in mating. I’ll take you to paradise over and over until the sun kisses the horizon.” His silky accent floated over her, turning her on again.

  “You will stay hard even after orgasms?” She gazed up at him in wonder.

  “Mm-hm…” He kissed the corner of her mouth and spoke in a sensually soft purr. “As I had said, your blood is most powerful as the chosen one which is why all males want you. Now that our blood is sealed their threat has been removed. We are life mates. Our combined power is unshakable and enables our supernatural talent.”