Free Unbitten by Valerie du Sange Page A

brings down a gazelle and its flesh is
     right there for the ripping and gorging.
    He plunged his teeth into her neck and drank.
    She flinched at the brief sting, and then moaned
     “Ahh,” pressing her body against his.
     “Oh, David…”
    Rosemary, that was it. But there was an undertone of
     something else–anise perhaps? Fennel? And that
     wasn’t all….
    The couple fell to the ground as David slurped and sucked
     from Katarina’s artery. He loved how it seemed to
     excite her, and she writhed next to him, wanting as much of
     her body against his as possible.
    Finally he was blood-sated, but that only made his sexual
     need even more urgent. Trying to slow himself down, he went
     up on one elbow and touched her face. He kissed her cheek,
     then her ear, then the wound. She was beaming.
    “My vacations are usually rather sedate,” said
     Katarina with a soft laugh.
    “Ha!” said David, grinning. “I
     don’t believe you.”
    Slowly he pulled up her skirt, his fingers trailing on her
     leg higher and higher.
    Suddenly he stopped and sat up. He reached into his back
     pocket and pulled out a bandage. “Here,” he
     said gently. “Let me take care of your neck.”
     He peeled off the paper over the sticky edges and placed it
     over the seeping bite marks, pressing it down firmly.
    He had to admit, the bandage was a marvel. Her neck looked
     perfectly normal with no sign of a bandage or a wound of
     any kind.
    “Now then,” he said, his face contorted with
     excitement but still handsome, the scar over his eye
     turning scarlet, “for the rest of the evening’s
     entertainment.” He climbed on top of her, taking her
     hands in his and pinning them over her head. Somehow he had
     loosened his pants so that his cock was hot between her
     legs, hot and sliding closer, and closer as they kissed,
     their tongues darting in each other’s mouths, both of
     them moaning with animal pleasure.
    “Come inside me,” whispered Katarina. She was
     wet and slippery and he slid in and began thrusting,
     harder, deeper, his hips moving in an unending circle,
     unstoppable.
    David could keep that up for a very long time. Until they
     were both on the verge of delirium.
    Katarina pulled one of her hands away and took his fingers,
     guiding them to her breast. He touched her hard tip, then
     lowered his mouth to it, careful with his fangs not to nip
     her, and flicked it with his tongue and sucked, still
     thrusting into her, until she came in an oceanic wave,
     crying out and shuddering with pleasure.
    David had a pang then, a little needle in the middle of his
     chest. The image of Jo had leapt into his mind, and he felt
     a bit of remorse for lying with Katarina.
    Remorse was not his usual way, and almost instantly he felt
     angry at Jo for causing it.
    Because David was David, none of these thoughts affected
     his sexual performance. He rode Katarina, allowing himself
     to get right up to the peak and then fading back, only to
     let the sensation build again.
    When she bit him on the ear–and not a nibble, a real
     bite–he came in a paroxysm of surprise and delight.
    Anise, definitely anise, he thought, smelling her sex smell
     and pulling it deep into his nostrils, and forgetting all
     about Jo for the moment.

10

    Damn this jet lag, thought Jo, as she woke with a jerk in
     the darkness before dawn. It’s a much bigger hassle
     than I expected it to be. Grumbling, she climbed out of bed
     since going back to sleep seemed impossible. She stretched
     her arms up, and whoa, she was sore from her ride on Drogo.
     She kept stretching, wanting to feel limber when she took
     him out again this morning.
    She folded her body over at the waist and grabbed her
     ankles, keeping her legs stiff and straight, feeling the
     pleasant ache as her hamstrings stretched. Then she went
     over to the window, planning to hold on to the sill as she
     stretched out her back.
    It was still mostly dark. She could see a blanket of fog