Harker's Journey (2 page)

N.J. Walters

Slowly, as if not to frighten her, he trailed a finger down her cheek, tenderly wiping away a tear. “I did not mean to frighten you, little one. You will forgive me, yes?”

She loved the way he spoke, sounding both old-fashioned and foreign. It gave him an air of charm and sophistication. Johanna raised one of her hands to her face and trapped his hand with hers. Guiding it to her lips, she kissed the palm of his hand. “Yes, I will forgive you.”

He hissed when her mouth made contact, but did not pull away. “You are playing with fire, my love. But who am I to discourage you?” Pulling his hand away from hers, he placed both his palms on the pillow on either side of her face. Slowly, he lowered himself over her until his lips were almost touching hers. “One last chance.”

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Chapter Two

Instead of answering him, Johanna raised her lips to his and kissed him. It was a slow, unhurried caress as she nibbled at his mouth, reveling in its softness and texture. She outlined the shape of his lips with her tongue, enjoying the taste of them. Even his lips tasted exotic and spicy.

Her entire body was tingling now, and was filled with a restless energy that was centered between her thighs. She was so enthralled with the new sensations coursing through her body that it took her a moment to realize he wasn’t responding to her. Feeling embarrassed, she lowered her head back to the pillow and turned her head away from him, unwilling to see the look of pity, or worse, scorn in his eyes.

“Look at me.” The dark command vibrated throughout the room. Johanna immediately complied. “If I take you now, you will always be mine.” The tone and the words he spoke seemed to reach inside her and touch her very core. Swallowing hard, she searched her heart and her mind and came up with one answer.
Yes
. The minute she thought it, he tore the covers back from the bed and she was left lying there in only a sheer white nightgown. The fabric clung to her curves, outlining her breasts and hips, and the shadow of her pubic hair was visible through the thin covering.

His hands traced the delicate lace collar of the garment before gripping it with both hands and tearing it straight down the middle. Pushing the edges of the torn cloth wide, he exposed her entire body to him. She felt slightly self-conscious at the smallness of her breasts and her long, skinny legs, but his eyes burned hotly as they studied her.

“Mine,” he uttered.

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Taking his time, his hands traced a slow path down her neck. The pulse at the base fluttered wildly and he bent forward and licked it. His tongue was hot and his teeth were sharp as he nipped her, leaving her feeling branded by him. Standing, he tore off his own clothes and left them scattered by the bed. She’d thought him magnificent fully clothed, but naked he looked like a barbarian king. His black hair swept across his impossibly wide shoulders and back. Massive arms hung beside a heavily muscled chest that tapered down to his waist. But it was his groin that caught her attention. His cock was thick, long and fully aroused. As she watched, it seemed to grow even larger. His burning gaze held her captive as he climbed into bed and lowered himself next to her. She floated in a sensual haze as his heated gaze swept her body from head to toe, leaving no part of her untouched. Framing her face with his hands, his thumbs brushed her cheeks as he lowered his head, tracing her lips with his tongue. Yearning for a deeper contact, she opened her mouth and stroked his tongue with hers. He laughed at her playfulness, before his tongue plunged between her lips. There was no part of her mouth and tongue left unexplored. Johanna was lightheaded, hardly able to breathe, as he continued to kiss her with abandon. Clutching at his shoulders for support, she was afraid she was going to faint. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving small crescent shapes on his back, as she struggled against his overpowering embrace. Pulling away from her mouth, he left a trail of hot kisses along her jaw before his tongue swirled around the outside of her ear. He muttered words that she didn’t understand, but the tone was universal—seduction.

She gasped for breath, her chest heaving with exertion as he continued to arouse her. His tongue plunged into her ear and flicked along the inside whorls before he nipped playfully at her earlobe. Sharp teeth tugged at the small gold stud in her ear and she moaned as a restless heat filled her body.

He laved her neck with his tongue, lingering over the small bite mark he’d placed there, before continuing downward to her aching breasts. Her dusky rose nipples were 12

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hard nubs of desire, and her back arched towards him in a wordless offering. Taking it as his due, he cupped both breasts in his hands and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His head was bent in concentration, and the ends of his hair trailed across her sensitive skin, making her shiver with desire. Johanna was on fire. She could feel the wetness and a throbbing emptiness between her legs. Her legs moved restlessly against the sheets as he lowered his head and lapped at her breasts. The rough texture of his tongue made her cry out with pleasure. Plumping her breasts together, he tugged a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard for a moment before gliding to the other side and pleasuring the other in the same manner. The fever inside her grew with each stroke of his tongue. Reaching out her hands, she touched him wherever she could reach him. His neck and back were thick with muscle, and she could feel them tighten as her fingers stroked his flesh. She desperately wanted to run her hands over his wide chest with its small male nipples and a dusting of dark hair that started in the middle of his chest and ran all the way to his groin where it was thicker.

Leaving her breasts wet and aching, he kissed a path down her stomach, nibbling at her waist and hipbones as he went. Using his wide shoulders, he wedged her legs wideopen and draped one of her legs over his shoulder so that she was totally exposed to him. She couldn’t close her legs even if she wanted to, which she didn’t. Instead, she opened herself even wider to him, holding nothing back. Bending forward, he breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her arousal. Her hips rose towards him as she finally found her voice. “Please,” she whispered. She wanted for him to taste her, to take her. Her blood was pumping thickly through her body as a great need, unlike anything she’d ever experienced, rose within her. Taking his time, he traced the moist folds of her sex with his fingers before bringing them back to his mouth and tasting her essence. “This is mine. From this moment forward, you shall have no other.” His eyes pierced the darkness and she could feel the barely contained anger swirling around him.

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“Only you,” she promised, hoping to calm the violence she sensed swirling within him.

“It is my nature to take.” He moved closer to her waiting heat. “What is mine, I hold.” His warm breath feathered over her clitoris, making her burn with desire. Promise or threat, she didn’t know and didn’t care, for at that moment, he licked at the sensitive folds of flesh even as he inserted one long finger inside her waiting body. His teeth closed gently over her clitoris and held it captive as he flicked his tongue back and forth over it. Throwing her head back on the pillow, waves of pleasure washed over her body.

Instead of satisfying her, it only served to make her hotter. An unfamiliar wildness grew within her as he continued to pleasure her. Power and desire surged through her blood. Passion consumed her.

Pulling her foot back over his shoulder, she placed it on his chest and pushed until he released her. As she scrambled away from him, he growled at her, like some beast deprived of its intended mate. In reply, she hissed and launched herself at him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and began moving it in a parody of sexual intercourse. To help relieve the ache in her breasts she rubbed them up and down the hard planes of his chest, moaning when the dark, crisp hair rasped her nipples. Her hands reached between his legs and she wrapped them around his throbbing cock and began to pump her hands up and down.

In a frenzy of heat and desire, he answered her.

Holding her head captive in one large hand, he began to plunder her mouth. Almost savagely, he pushed her legs apart and shoved several fingers deep within her vagina and began to work them up and down. Johanna pumped her hips in time to his fingers even as her hands continued to do the same to his cock. With barely restrained violence, he pushed her hands away from his body and tore the remains of her nightgown off her. “On your hands and knees, so I can take you from 14

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behind.” His dark command filled her with fear and longing, but not for a moment did she consider disobeying him.

The need to have him inside her was too great to deny as she rolled to her hands and knees and thrust her bottom towards him.

“Spread your legs wider.”

She immediately obeyed him, pushing her legs open until they could go no further. He knelt behind her with his knees spread inside her open thighs, making sure she couldn’t close her legs. His chest covered her back as his hands came to rest on the mattress beside hers. His body caged hers completely. Flexing his hips, his cock forged its way deep inside her. Johanna bit her lip as a combination of pleasure and pain shot through her. His cock was large and hungry and her pussy was small and untried. He paused for a moment when he reached the fragile barrier of her virginity, and whispered what sounded like a prayer, before piercing through the veil. Johanna cried out at the sharp pain, but it almost immediately began to dissipate, replaced by a deep feeling of satisfaction. It was unlike anything she could ever have imagined. Her breasts hung heavy in front of her, nipples hard nubs that ached for his touch. She could feel the hot juices of her arousal, mixed with her virgin’s blood, coating his cock. The air was heavy with desire and anticipation.

When he was seated to the hilt, he bit the back of her neck, holding her totally immobile. She felt totally dominated by him, and she reveled in it. The flames inside her burned even higher as she felt his teeth pierce the delicate skin on the back of her neck. He sucked long and hard, and she could actually feel the blood inside her body rushing to him. Her body reacted violently and she came hard and fast. Her inner muscles clasped his cock in a hard vise, but he did not move. She shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Johanna wanted to slump forward onto the bed, but he did not relinquish his grip on her neck and she was suspended there as he continued to drink from her.

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Her vision blurred, and just when she was afraid she might faint, he retracted his teeth. His tongue bathed her neck, easing the sting. “Better than the finest wine,” he whispered in her ear. At least she thought he whispered. All she knew was that she had heard his voice in her head.

Pulling back slightly, he wrapped one arm around her waist, anchoring her as he began to thrust heavily inside her. Unbelievably, she was immediately aroused again, and she began to push her bottom back to meet his pounding thrusts. His other arm moved down between her spread legs and began to tease her clitoris with light feathery touches followed by firmer strokes.

Her whole body was vibrating around his and she heard a purring noise coming out of her mouth. She was totally out of control as he plunged his cock in and out of her body.

Her heart was hammering in her chest as the flames of their passion threatened to consume her like a living beast. Her breasts swayed as she was pushed forward by the force of his thrusts. They felt heavy, and the motion was incredibly stimulating to her senses.

She could feel herself coming again and surrendered to it. As the flood of sensation filled her, she heard his low moan and then she could feel him come inside her. His cock pulsed deep inside her as his hot semen filled her. This time, she fell forward and collapsed in a heap on the bed.

He swore under his breath, but she was in no shape to respond. Then she felt herself being turned gently in the bed. His strong arms came around her and she was wrapped tight in his comforting embrace. Johanna would have gladly stayed there for eternity.

“I may hold you to that.” His voice echoed through her mind. She smiled at that whimsical thought.

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The way he held her made her feel special and treasured. His lips were soft on hers as he kissed her, lingering for a moment before sighing and gathering her tighter in his embrace. “I apologize. In my eagerness, I took too much. There is no excuse.”

She lounged comfortably in his arms as his words washed over her. “I will give you some of my blood, but only a little. Enough so that I may always find you, but not enough to change you.”

He raised his wrist to his mouth and punctured the skin with his sharp white teeth. When the blood was flowing, he held it to her mouth. “Drink,” he commanded. Her will deserted her, as she felt compelled to do as he asked. When his blood hit her tongue, it sent a wave of longing through her. It was hot, delicious, him. Long before she was ready, he was easing her away from his wrist. His eyes never left hers as he ran his tongue over the puncture wounds, healing them instantly.

“You will have the time you need to live your life. I cannot guarantee how much time I can grant you.” Easing his arms from around her, he tucked her gently under the covers. “Sometime soon, you will have to choose your fate.” In the blink of an eye, he was fully clothed and was once again the dark stranger standing at her bedside. “From this moment onward, every night the moon is full, you will be mine. I will have something of you for myself.”

Johanna nodded as she began to drift off to sleep, already counting off the days until the next full moon. Satisfied masculine laughter filled her brain, and she sighed with pleasure as she fell asleep.

The next morning, she felt slightly hung over. She awoke tucked in her bed, and her first thought was that she had partied too hard the night before. When the coolness of the sheet touched her skin, she realized she was naked. Sitting up quickly, she clasped the covers to her chin and glanced around the room. Nobody. The door was locked, but the window was still open a crack. The curtains billowed in the breeze, and she shivered as a cold gust of wind skittered across her shoulders. Her nightgown was lying on the foot of her bed, ripped to shreds. 17