Winning Virgin Love Part 18

"Harder, Almonzo. Give me all of it." Her little fingers twisted her nipples and then fell into a smooth rotation. Her hips moved in a circular rhythm and her head dropped all the way back. "Come and get it. Please don't make me beg."

Her p.u.s.s.y drenched him. She fell wet with desire as soon as he raised his back slightly up from the mattress. "Don't beg. Just give." His teeth sc.r.a.ped over her lips as the words fell into her open mouth. He sc.r.a.ped by her cheek and chin and then he found their place. He bit down, just a nip. He wanted to sink. h.e.l.ls fury, he fought it.

"Bite down, d.a.m.n it!" Her o.r.g.a.s.m took her and what man defies his woman's needs? Not him. He couldn't. He wanted to feed on her blood and she wanted to share it. d.a.m.n if he didn't love her for her generosity. Her hot little body took from his c.o.c.k but her divine little neck fed his heart and soul.

The earth seemed to move and if it didn't, he didn't care because he felt something shake when his o.r.g.a.s.m met hers. Maybe the animosity, the elements of division, left them exhausted but the ruination of man and even that of a vampire seemed worth its weight in s.e.xual satisfaction if it meant having a woman's love. He had it. Tabitha willingly gave it. She just never bothered to translate it as such.

Chapter 19

"Well, if it isn't the proud Papa," Orlando teased as he watched his brother walk across the room.

"Jealous?"

"h.e.l.l, no. I don't want kids yet. I'm still one myself." Orlando hit the nail on the head there. He'd been more carefree than the older twin and didn't manage well with added responsibilities. Natasha kept him on his toes and beyond her, Almonzo wondered if his double needed anything more. The woman defined pure trouble.

Orlando rubbed his chin for a second. "If you don't mind my saying so, brother, you look like you've been rode hard and put up wet."

Almonzo stared at the doorway and Orlando immediately turned to face it. Both brothers knew she stood on the other side.

"Tabitha?"

She peered around the opening. "Did you call for me?" She playfully batted her eyes.

"You know it, baby."

Orlando rubbed the back of his neck. "h.e.l.l, go on. I'll tell Father you were h.o.r.n.y." He laughed.

Almonzo didn't hear him. He only focused on Tabitha. She watched him approach and then just fell in his arms when he met her at the door.

"d.a.m.n, you two have it almost as bad as Natasha has it for me." Orlando snickered as he watched the couple fight to gain some measure of composure until they found some privacy.

Almonzo's arms draped around Tabitha's waist and he looked over his shoulder at his brother. "I think what you meant to say is almost as bad as you have it for your wife. Where is she anyway?"

Orlando shrugged. "She can't go shopping with Mother so they're online shopping for baby items or something. Mother is going to make sure your child comes into the world sipping on a golden bottle."

Almonzo's hands rubbed over Tabitha's stomach. "I can hardly wait to see him."

Tabitha shot Orlando a glance before she whispered into Almonzo's ear. She then turned back to Orlando with a simple request, "Tell your Father I needed to steal away my husband for a minute."

"You better hurry. My brother looks needy and I can promise you Father will not understand." He quickly added. "Then again, he's not the one who saw your a.s.s chained up as naked as the day you were born, so I can feel my brother's pain. I have one like you sleeping in my bed after all."

Tabitha and Almonzo both shot him a glare.

"You'll pay for that one," Almonzo warned. "She'll make d.a.m.n sure of it."

Tabitha's hand cupped over Almonzo's ear and he picked her up as she began to make all sorts of naughty little promises. Laughter rang out as they began to rush down the corridors of the compound. They were halted when they ran smack-dab into Tate and Samuel, whose expressions were enough to stop any kind of foreplay.

"Good evening, Father." Almonzo tried to avoid seeing it but he noticed the anxiety in the other men's expressions. Tate never showed his concern unless there happened to be cause for a lot of it.

"Tabitha, how are you feeling?" Samuel looked at her with an easy note of appreciation.

"I'm good." She reached for the patriarch and he moved closer so she could kiss his cheek.

Almonzo immediately felt warmth flood him. Tabitha had so many child-like qualities and it only projected further innocence. Sometimes he wondered if he should feel guilty for the way he loved her. She still had so much of her youth, so much playful vitality for a woman in her early twenties.

Samuel's knowing eyes drifted over them. "Sorry, son, this cannot wait."

He nodded. He didn't really have to be told. d.a.m.n it all. He hated business. "I'll be right there."

As he started to move by them, his father added, "This is important."

"Give me five minutes."

Tabitha's eyes widened as soon as they barreled through the bedroom door.

"When you're done, I'll be right here waiting," She promised after her feet hit the ground.

Almonzo pushed the door to and locked it. "I need an hour. I'll take a minute." His mouth needed to meet hers. His body needed to fill her with an easy reminder of their love. And, d.a.m.n it all, after seeing his father's expression he knew trouble loomed and he wanted to hear her tell him she loved him-now.

She backed away from him. "You're acting like a mate in heat."

"No, I'm behaving like a man in love." Slowly, he walked toward her. He stepped out of his slacks after kicking off his shoes. By the time he reached her, he wore nothing but a hard on.

He should've told her, And you look like a woman in love. He didn't want to push her there, though. He wanted to f.u.c.k her there. If he had to demand it then he would make her say it when she meant it most.

"Come here. Father won't give me ten minutes. I promise." He reached for her. She pulled him back to her. He quickly pinned her up against the wall. His eyes tore into her. Knowingly, his lips met her skin. His hands moved over her hips as two palms ma.s.saged sensually through his scalp.

Quickly, he worked her short skirt up over her slender hips. "Oh G.o.d," he said.

"Thought you might appreciate the access-" She didn't even have the entire word p.r.o.nounced before he stamped his genuine approval straight into her p.u.s.s.y. "Hot fire. d.a.m.n you for keeping it silky warm for me. I'm sorry, baby, no foreplay. No time." He growled as his teeth tempted her flesh.

"You need me. Take me." She moved her hips easily up as his hands held onto her thighs and guided her up around his waist.

Moving into her, the way he f.u.c.ked her up against the wall should've been forbidden. A woman carrying a man's child shouldn't have allowed him to f.u.c.k her without one inch of self control but she only supported his endeavors by responding in much the same way.

"Almonzo! Harder! I need more of you!" Her lips searched and nibbled his flesh. Her mouth went to his ear.

"That's it, baby. I have to hear you. I want to hear you say it." He poured himself into her with pounding sensations meant to tear down walls, interior and exterior. The one supporting them could crumble. He needed to hear her scream his name and profess her love.

Her head tilted to the side. His hands clasped behind her. d.a.m.n her a.s.s. He couldn't wait to f.u.c.k it too. Oh but he became such a beast when he sank inside her p.u.s.s.y. He wanted to know what it felt like to just feel her tighten around him in every way possible. "Say it now."

"Almonzo!"

"d.a.m.n you, Tabitha! I love you. Tell me you love me! Tell me." His hips slowed and when his thighs bunched, his knees gave a little. When he moved back up with them, his back straightened and he f.u.c.ked new life and new meaning into her little body.

Teeth dropped then. Hot fluid poured out of him as her body accepted his climax and he took that nick he wanted. He bit. d.a.m.nation, he bit hard and she still wouldn't say the word. In and out, his c.o.c.k pumped. She toyed with him. She played him like a fine-tuned instrument. "Tell me!" Anger nearly joined them as pa.s.sion played on.

"f.u.c.k me."

"Love me!" His hips moved closer. He never realized he could get so close to her. His c.u.m spilled into a warm pool of true acceptance. Her o.r.g.a.s.m wouldn't find her but her love did.

"I already do, Almonzo. I already have and I already do." Her head tilted back and he closed his eyes as his forehead met hers.

Ripple against ripple, his climax continued. She admitted love. Saying it proved hard for his little vixen but admitting it, hearing her confess it, even if he coaxed her for it, carried him through more emotions than his c.o.c.k reacted against. When he left her, his spent manhood slid out of her and instantly returned to some measure of normalcy. Unfortunately, yes, normal now meant a sizeable hard-on raging with only more desire.

Almonzo quickly showered and left his wife sleeping on their bed. He met his father, Tate and Orlando in the family office. By the time he arrived, Samuel's rage was apparent as he spoke into the phone.

He'd used his influence to call a meeting with the elders. He'd leave for Spain quickly and meet near the main Sabbat compound. The elders expected to meet with him alone. Almonzo immediately decided his sire shouldn't be the one to go.

"Father, I don't think it is a good idea."

Samuel Spenser slammed down the phone in mid-conversation. Whoever was on the other end would call back. "Son, I've been the head of this family for decades. I don't need you or your light-hearted brother telling me how to run my home now."

Orlando glanced up at Almonzo. His expression said more than words.

"Father, I don't like this at all," Almonzo argued. "Besides, we're talking about Tabitha's blood. I would think if anyone would know how to test for the appropriate plasma and content, it would be me." Almonzo's sharp business tactics were evident and his tone drastically changed, which gave his father an immediate heads-up.

Samuel's jaw set and fury flashed in his eyes. Without significant warning, it moved across his face. "Son, I am only going to make this mild observation because walking around with a hard-on, as I'm sure you know, doesn't put things into perspective for you. My problem isn't with you handling business right now. I have enough faith in you. My immediate concern happens to be the welfare of your woman and the fact that it is quite noticeable she places you at an extreme disadvantage."

Orlando's snort of laughter fell on deaf ears because Almonzo evidently had chosen to ignore his father or to simply concentrate on business. "Father, I'm going."

"The h.e.l.l you are!" The strength of time weighed in on the decision and the clatter and clank of gla.s.ses let the boys know who still remained in charge of the family.

As if sensing something was terribly wrong, Orlando turned and started running for the door, shouting, "Almonzo, quick! It's Tabitha!"

Five, maybe six steps out into the hallway, they found her listless body crumpled on the floor. Almonzo knelt down beside of her. "Tabitha? Darling, can you hear me?"

Samuel and Tate rushed to them, Samuel told Orlando, "Find Marion and Natasha. It's not going to be good."

Almonzo, sprinted toward their room with Tabitha's limp form cradled in his arms. "The h.e.l.l you say. She's going to be okay because you are going to go find her some help now!"

Chapter 20

"She'll be fine and dandy. That is, if you keep her hydrated."

The country doctor they s.n.a.t.c.hed from the airport looked like he had the very baby he now confirmed as being safe. He obviously didn't know a lot of vampires.

Tabitha smiled sweetly. "Thank you, doctor."

"You're most welcome." His eyes drifted over to the three men standing near the door.

"Ummm...if you don't mind, I'd really like to try and catch the red-eye back to the States."

Tate nodded. "I'll take him back where I found him."

Almonzo reached out and vigorously shook their unwilling physician's hand. "Doctor, thank you very much. You don't know how much I appreciate your help. If I can ever do anything at all to repay you, please, just let me know."

The doctor's eyes narrowed and he set his jaw when he replied. "I must ask you to never threaten me again if we meet on a crowded street and I would also like to ask you to let these women return to their homes." He looked over at Natasha standing near the bathroom and then back at Tabitha propped up in the bed.

Natasha started to speak. Tabitha surprised the family by taking the lead. "Doctor, I don't think you understand. My sister and I want to be here. We are loved here and we..." She looked over at Almonzo and her words caught on her tongue or maybe they just didn't form profoundly enough to roll gently off her tongue. She knew what she wanted to say. She felt the words in her heart but d.a.m.n it all, she couldn't say them. Not until she knew she wouldn't lose him. Not until the whole Darian Sabbat ordeal was laid to rest.

"We love being here, doctor," Natasha finished her sister's sentiments and went to stand by Orlando. "If you'll follow us." Her hand went out to the doctor as she waved him out of the room. "We'll see you to the door and provide you with payment for your services."

She shot a glare at Orlando, who moved his hand to his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. Leaning into him, she giggled when she realized what he planned to do. "You'll have to go to the pod and pay him in U.S. dollars. I'm sure he can't take plastic where he stands." She walked on ahead calling out over her shoulder, "Tabitha, play this motherhood bit to the hilt. Almonzo, if you leave her for a second, I'll kill you myself."

Orlando's eyes danced with his wife's fiery threat. "See why I love her?" He smacked her playfully on her bottom and then looked back at his brother. "G.o.d, I love those wicked little hips."

Almonzo laughed as he watched them leave. Samuel stood at the doorway and then dismissed Tate before he walked in. "May I?" He signaled Almonzo over to the side and they sat in the sitting area. Tabitha nodded off as the men began discussing business.

Samuel looked at his son with a great deal of pride. "Almonzo, the true measure of a man is never found in his girth or in his true size. It is discovered in the way he loves, the way he treats those who matter most to him."

"You've taught us well, Father. You don't have to leave me with words of wisdom. You are going to go to the elders and come back with the knowledge that once again, you have served your family well."

Knowing eyes met. Instincts often destroyed their kind. It could guide them through life or haunt them with death's call. Even though very few vampires found themselves delivered to a permanent resting place, some did. Often, fate played out a hand no one defied and when it did, vampires accepted it-often much better than mortals.

"I'm counting on you, Almonzo. h.e.l.l, your brother still walks around chasing his wife like a newlywed. It's been long enough for him to stop this nonsense and he hasn't, so you will carry on the family business in my absence."

"Nonsense!"

From the bed, Tabitha turned her head on her pillow and watched from beneath hooded eyes the family patriarch who seemed h.e.l.l-bent on letting go of his family and the heir who seemed equally determined to save his sire from himself.

"Almonzo, it is written. I feel it in my bones and felt it long before she came here." Samuel nodded toward Tabitha. "I will not achieve immortality and I accept it. Now, son, you do the same."

He brought Almonzo in for a tight embrace and then released him. He started to leave the room but the sound of Tabitha's voice stopped him.

"Almonzo?"