Love at First Bite by Susan Squires

dance in counterpoint that gave them both most pleasure. God, could he wait for her to reach her climax? His blood roared at him. His shaft throbbed inside her tight sheath. Emma, this was for Emma, not for him. She gasped, her panting growing quicker.
    He pulled her up and held her against him while he knelt on the bed, moving her easily up and down on his shaft with his newfound strength. She arched her neck just in front of him, making small sounds with each stroke. No, he wouldn't answer the blood he felt throbbing in her throat. He wouldn't do what had been done to him…
    And then she shuddered and made small yipping sounds as her muscles contracted around him, milking his cock. He exploded.
    The world went red. He spurted his soul out in a stream of molten lava, even as blackness threatened to overwhelm his vision.
    He blinked as the room wavered back into view. What kind of an orgasm was that? He had felt as though he was… what?
    Transformed? Reborn? But he had managed not to take her blood. A new world opened up in front of him. He could resist the need. It had been sexual intercourse, extraordinary, but ordinary after all.
    Emma was looking at him with a soft expression in her eyes.
    "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
    "I felt a twinge only. Nothing compared to what came after. You know," she mused, "the first time was very good, but the last time with you inside me felt more fulfilling. You said there are other ways?"
    He smiled and nodded. "Lots of other ways."
    "I want to know them. How many times can we do it?"
    "I don't know," he said, barking a laugh. "A lot of times."
    "Good," she said, snuggling into him.
    "Maybe not an infinite number just in a row," he amended. "After a few we will have to rest. But there is always tomorrow…"

    Rufford! Rufford and Fedeyah would be coming at dawn. If they survived the night. They had been doing their duty and suffering for it while he had been dallying here with Emma. He raised himself on one elbow. And when they came, they would be wounded and bloody, and they would heal too quickly. He had to keep Emma away from that and from knowing that her only protection from monsters was another monster. She must never know what he was.
    But first, he'd let her show him how many times she'd like to be loved tonight.
    "We're going to get some visitors at dawn," he said, looking at her tenderly. He was supremely sorry this night had to end.
    They had made love to exhaustion. She was just stretching awake from having slept for a few hours. He drew her into his chest.
    There was no stopping time, though. "They need a place to recuperate from their battles. It… it has been my job to attend to them, and I must go when they come. And tomorrow night, I'll be with them, fighting."
    She, too, raised herself on one elbow. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her cheeks and breasts still flushed. "Of course. I can help. I can take care of your compatriots, and you, God forbid, if comes to that."
    "They have their own ways. There's nothing you can do." He hated rejecting her offer.
    She looked at him strangely. Then she sat up. "Vernon Davis Ware, if you think I came all the way to Casablanca, married you—which I just did, minus the minister—just to have you keep me at arm's length, you'll have to think again. Whatever trials you have ahead are my trials. Do you understand?"
    He did. But of course she had no idea what she'd gotten herself into. When it got close to dawn, he'd lock her in the room next door to protect her from the knowledge of just what she had married, for however brief a time. At that thought, winter seemed to blow into his soul, bleak and sere. And even more concerning, a little fire in that frozen landscape would not go out and hissed into the blowing snow, The blood is the life !

Chapter Six
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    How dare he ?! Emma thought as she rattled the door-knob. He's locked me in !
    She whirled and put her back against the door. She'd moved into the adjacent room at his