Page 34 of Bane of Hate and Silver (Primordial Inheritance #1)

Luca watched as the orgasm washed over Jules’s body.

She was incredible. So alive. Whoever thought vampires were dead had never had one panting, boneless in front of them.

Luca rose and crawled up the beach. He stopped, hovering over her.

“Off.” She panted as she reached for the button of his jeans.

He chuckled and let her pull them down over his hips, his boxers going with them.

His hardened shaft bobbed free and her eyes grew slightly.

He wasn’t a small man. “Two fingers,” she muttered. He knew he’d needed to stretch her.

He hesitated. “I’ll be gentle,” he said. “If you want.”

She reached out. Her finger tips danced up the underside of his shaft, teasing him with sensation. His whole body went taught at the contact. “Jules.” He said her name, a whisper in the wind.

She smiled and nodded. He waited for the words. “I want you inside me.”

With her consent he kissed his way to her lips.

He rested his tip at her entrance, slipping against her wetness as he waited until her gaze had locked with his.

He wanted to watch her face as she took him.

Reaching down he guided himself closer and slid in just the slightest bit.

She bucked beneath him and he grinned. He pulled out and thrust in again, a little deeper this time.

Another exquisite moan escaped her as her eyebrows scrunched together momentarily.

He groaned as her pussy stretched around him with each controlled thrust. Out and back in.

He reached a hand down, his thumb massaging her clit.

His self-control was hanging by a thread, but he refused to hurt her.

Reflexively, she opened, stretching to accommodate him.

He pulled out most of the way and one hand clamped around her neck, squeezing slightly, he thrust in deeper.

He groaned, but she froze. And not in a pleasured way.

He yanked his hand off her throat as his eyes sought hers.

She had looked away, a blood tear running down one side of her face.

“Jules? Look at me.” After a few too many moments, she did, but her gaze was glassy.

He wiped her face clean with one finger.

He knew as small as she was, she could still end his life.

But she was frozen, fragile for the first time since he’d laid eyes on her.

Someone had hurt her in a time of intimacy.

It broke his heart and made him murderess at the same time.

“Jules.” He said her name again, softly, but a bit stern.

“Can you trust me?” His question seemed to bring her back to him. To this moment.

“Luca,” she whispered. Her eyes cleared as recognition settled in. “Yes.” Her tone had regained its strength. “I trust you.” He bent forward and kissed her lips softly.

Once she kissed him back, he gave her control.

Without dislodging and in one swift roll he put her on top of him.

The surprise of the action seated her fully onto his shaft and she gasped, her back arching for a moment as she acclimated to the full length of him inside her.

A smile appeared on her lips as she looked down at him.

He grinned. She smirked, and then she began to move.

Her palms braced against his chest as she rode him, nails digging into his sensitive flesh.

She looked glorious in control. A goddess on his cock.

Tiny and full of an ancient strength that could kill, and she was giving herself to him.

Body and soul, she was his as he belonged solely to her.

His fingers dug into her hips, moving with her.

She reached forward and pulled him to sitting, her hands in his hair.

He palmed a breast in one hand and tangled the other in her sandy hair tugging her head back slightly.

She let out a cry but her body responded positively.

His lips brushed against her throat. Her hips continuing to move as she straddled him, creating the sweet friction of their joining.

His mouth met hers, tongue plunging deep, filling her there.

He palmed her ass with both hands, pushing even deeper inside her.

She let out a muffled cry as he groaned into her mouth.

Flesh slapped against flesh as the ocean coated their legs.

His pleasure coiled as he felt her walls flutter around him. Her body bracing for its next release.

A large wave crashed over her back as another orgasm coursed through her body.

The feel and sight of her pleasure entranced him.

A few thrusts more, a mighty growl, and he followed her into oblivion.

Dropping back, he dragged her down on top of him, cradling her against his wet and grainy skin.

She giggled softly and he joined her. Pleasure and bliss washed over them.

He tugged wet strands of red hair behind her ear.

She leaned up to kiss him softly. The waves crashed over them gently as they held each other soaking in the feeling of completeness.

Jules sat up suddenly and beamed down at him. “Let’s go for a swim,” she said.

“Now?” he asked, still panting.

“Now,” she said. “I’ve got sand in some weird places.”

A boisterous laugh escaped him and he stood, pulling her to her feet. She let out a cry of surprise when he threw her over his shoulder, smacked her backside, and ran into the waves.

Jules prepared for a house full of guests as late afternoon arrived.

Luca went on a food run and Jules took the opportunity to drain a couple bags of blood that Eileen had brought over.

She was finally starting to feel the injuries fade fully.

However, she’d have to back off on her blood intake soon, or it’d be much harder to stop consuming such amounts.

She cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, blood smearing up her wrist. She’d just washed it off and pulled on a shirt that covered what remained of her injuries, save for the one on her face, when her doorbell rang.

Jules walked through the house to answer it, suspecting that Luca had returned with the food he’d run off to purchase. However, it wasn’t Luca.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Monica stepped inside and threw her arms around Jules. She spun Jules and lifted the back of her shirt. “Oh wow, I was not expecting those to heal that fast. You look really good compared to last night.”

“Thank you,” Jules said, stepping farther inside the house and pulling her shirt back down.

“What are friends for?” Monica asked, following Jules inside.

“By the way, why did you ring the doorbell?” Jules asked, knowing that Monica didn’t usually bother with such menial things like alerting Jules she’d arrived before walking into the house.

“Oh, you know,” Monica replied. “Luca was here and…” Monica stopped midsentence and moved her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“Good call,” Jules said, winking at Monica.

“I knew it! Was he good?” Monica was just about to pounce when the front door opened, and Luca walked through it.

Both women turned to stare at him.

“What?” he asked.

Bursts of laughter rang through the air.

“Yes, Monica,” Jules said and then walked over, put her hands on Luca’s abdomen, stood on her toes, and kissed his lips. All while taking one hand full of the grocery bags from him.

“That’s why I rang the bell,” Monica said cheerfully.

Jules chuckled into Luca’s mouth.

“I don’t want to know,” Luca said to Jules. “Hello Monica,” he said while both he and Jules walked into the kitchen, setting the bags down.

“Hi Luca,” she said, watching him. “So, tell me about this whole werewolf thing,” she instructed.

“What do you want to know?”

Before Monica could respond, a riotous stream of notes rang through Jules’s house.

“It seems my doorbell is throwing a temper tantrum,” Jules commented while pulling items out of the bags and putting them in the refrigerator.

Luca rolled his eyes and went to answer the door.

“Who’s that?” Monica asked.

“Some of Luca’s friends. You met them at the carnival I think,” Jules said.

“Werewolves?”

Jules nodded.

Moments later, Luca returned to the kitchen with the werewolf couple behind him. “Jules.” He walked over and reached out a hand toward her. She took it, interlacing their fingers. “These are my friends Hayley and Kyle.”

“Hayley?” Monica asked. “Hi.”

Hayley turned toward the human, her eyes growing rather wide. “Monica, what are you doing here?”

“Jules is my best friend,” Monica answered with a shrug.

“Oh, that makes sense then,” Hayley said with a wide smile. “It’s good to see you.”

“Sorry to interrupt this impromptu high school reunion, but Hayles, meet Jules,” Kyle said elbowing her and pointing at Jules.

“You have a lovely home,” Hayley said, turning her attention to Jules, but she didn’t step farther into the kitchen.

Kyle, on the other hand, said, “we met very briefly,” and stuck out his hand for Jules to shake.

She did so, tentatively.

“Sorry about the whole attacking you and burning your library down thing,” Kyle said and then Hayley smacked him and nodded toward Monica standing on the other side of the counter. “Oops.”

“It’s alright, she knows,” Jules told them.

As if on cue, Monica walked around the counter and placed an elbow on Jules’s shoulder. “I know everything. Including the fact that ya’ll are werewolves.”

Kyle and Hayley looked at Luca, seemingly for confirmation. He nodded as Jules looked at Monica fondly.

“Hayley Reynolds is a werewolf.” Monica shook her head, disbelievingly.

“I mean that’s totally cool or whatever, but I went to school with you.

We were on the cheer squad together! I’ve known you practically all my life and I didn’t figure it out.

I discovered that Jules was a vampire in a matter of months, so that kind of surprises me actually. ”

“You know about vampires?” Hayley asked, “and us?”