Part 6

I felt dizzy and unreal, lost to the feelings Ivy was pulling from me.

She wasn't pumping pheremones into the air anymore, and my bite wounds were stinging with an exquisite, torturous pain. I'm sure once the saliva and pheremones left my system I was going to hurt terribly, but for now I clung to that feeling of mingled pain and pleasure, my body coming alive under Ivy's experienced touch.

Her lips found mine again, moaning into me, and with her fingers cradling my neck, she pulled me upright against her. I could feel her warmth through our clothes, comforting and exciting all at once, her more ample breasts pressing against mine. Vamp incense cloaked me, wrapping around me, holding me tighter to her.

Now that she had me sitting up, her hands fell to the hem of my shirt and her lips left mine. I might have protested, except I could feel her fingertips sliding up my bare skin as she began to lift my shirt. God, she knew just how to touch me...

Lifting my arms over my head, the shirt came off rather easily and I draped my arms over her shoulders, linking them behind her neck to hold her against me. I brushed my lips against hers as she unhooked the clasps to my bra.

My heart beat painfully in my chest, threatening to burst from a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. The bra fell between us as she broke us apart, gently pushing me back down against the couch.

Feeling especially helpless without my clothes, I bit my lip and chewed it unconsciously. Ivy's sin-black eyes drank me in as I laid beneath her, bare to her for the first time. It was a dangerous worship, finally seeing me as hers after so much denial (of both herself and my own).

I trembled, caught in the allure.

She was a beautiful, dark goddess kneeling above me, blood still on her lips and smeared across her chin. Her short black hair was ruffled, falling into her equally black eyes, and I could see her small, sharp canines between her slightly-parted lips. I wanted to tell her how gorgeous she was looking down at me like that, but all I could manage was this goofy look and a finger in one of her belt loops; I couldn't trust my voice not to come out in an embarrassing squeak.

Her hand fell to the button on my jeans, and with vampire quickness had it unbuttoned and unzipped before I could protest. Maybe that was best. I felt like we were moving too quickly, but I was afraid to slow down in fear that I would get cold feet and try back-pedaling.

So, trying to feel brave, I tugged on her jeans and I saw a flash of something in her eyes.

Amusement, perhaps?

She made a noise of disapproval and leaned back over me, moving lower, so her mouth touched my hip. "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel," I heard her say, her voice dark and promising... and delightfully admonishing, "can't wait, can you, witch?"

Embarrassed, I flushed, relieved she couldn't see my blush as she suckled my exposed hip bone to leave possessive marks.

I opened my mouth to smart off, but suddenly my jeans were at my knees. And with another tug they were around my ankles, caught on my boots. I flushed deeper and snapped my mouth shut.

Ivy crawled back up to me, settling her stomach between my legs, and immediately her hot mouth was on my breast, taking my nipple between her teeth and rubbing against it with her tongue. I felt myself go pliant beneath her, my hands finding her hair and my breath escaping in an alarmingly loud groan.

I erased what I knew of pleasure, this new feeling so much greater than anything I could rationally define.

She worried my nipple until it was achingly stiff, my hips pushing against her stomach in search of release. I was irritated when I found I couldn't make contact with her, but that didn't stop the heat between my legs from intensifying.

I couldn't believe how incrediably turned on she made me, and she'd barely touched me. Sure, I'd had sex with men and it had been wonderful, but all that seemed like nothing compared to the mounting need I felt as Ivy used her fingers and lips and tongue on me. I certainly couldn't compare the growing pool between my legs to anything else. I had always blamed these feelings on her pheremones, or on an aura she might have been pulling, but now it was just her and me with nothing between us to blame it on.

There was something about Ivy that had always touched me, ever since we first partnered in the I.S., and now it seemed that that something was a very deep and intimate connection unlike anything else I'd ever known.

Her fingers replaced her mouth as she moved to my other breast, and I arched into her hot mouth, my fingers tangling in her hair.

Damn she knew what she was doing....

The couch creaked, the only clue I got that she was moving since my mind was preoccupied at the moment on more important things.

Her delicate touch alighted on my hips, touching the marks she'd left behind only moments before, and I clenched my jaw as a shudder tore through me. Her fingers slipped without pretense under the hem of my underwear, and I gasped.

The room spun, rational reasoning having left some time before, all my thoughts centered around the fingers that were so close to my center that all I had to do was move...

"Rachel?"

Was that all she was going to say all night?! My hips jerked, but her vampire quickness kept her out of my reach. "Ivy," I growled into the silence, unable to manage anything more. Damn vampire-

And then her fingers plunged between my legs, deep into my folds.

I cried out, throwing my head back, and pushed against her, needing to feel the contact.

My vision was reduced to bright exposions of lights as every nerve ending sang with joy, and when I was able to make sense of my senses again, I could feel Ivy's fingers on me but not in me. Panting, I pushed against her touch and she looked up to meet my gaze with a wicked grin. She hadn't even entered me yet. And here I was, already overwhelmed with the need to come.

"Jesus," she whispered, breaking eye contact to pointedly look down between my legs where her hand was buried in my underwear. "You're so wet..."

I blushed again, though I dare say it went unnoticed since I was already flushed. She made me feel like a teenager. A horny teenager. But it was an adrenaline rush I liked, apparently.

And then she was rubbing me, fingers running over my clit and across my opening, feigning penetration, and running back up until I squirmed, grabbing roughly at her shouders and clawing her back. Her touch slowly grew more rough, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out over my skin. I couldn't help myself as my hips began to buck against her touch, the urge for her to enter me becoming increasingly urgent.

I felt her other hand and mouth attending my nipples with ease, and with her one hand thrust between my legs I felt my mind melt down to nothing, a slow burning anger replacing my unease. Why the hell hadn't I done this sooner?!

Becoming more precise, she centered her touch on my opening and thwarted every effort I made to force her inside. I whined, irritated.

"You give this to me?" She was suddenly in my face, her brow creased with worry and her black eyes looking lost. Her voice wavered with uncertainty, giving away the raw vulnerability that she always hid except in unguarded moments.

Like I was really going to say no now....

"Yes, Ivy... fuck..."

I saw surprise in her eyes at my swear, but then she ducked out of my sight and I think I felt her chuckle against my neck as she nuzzled her face in against me.

Three fingers slid into me without warning and I gave a relieved shout, my bucking hips slamming up against her to force her in deeper. I clutched her to me, grabbing handfuls of shirt and skin and hair, anything to keep her close. And then she started pumping into me, her strokes solid and rough.

I accepted her, pounding against her and meeting her stroke for stroke. Convinced I was in heaven, I was proven wrong as I felt her tongue lick a line across my scar, and suddenly my entire body was on fire. She worried the torn edges of my bites, a painful bliss, and nipped at my jaw and behind my ear.

My hands were all over her, but I came to a frustrated realization that she was still fully clothed. That wasn't going to work.

Resolutely I started pushing back against her. Her fingers left me abruptly, and I had to bite my lip to keep from saying something stupid. But before she could think I was pushing her away in a fit of anxiety, I fought to pull her shirt off.

Understanding clicked in her expression, and suddenly there was a frantic removal of clothing as she stripped off what was left on me and I began on Ivy. My fingers fumbled, slipping in my haste, but with her help she was as naked as I was in a few heartbeats.

How many times had I told myself -told others- that I wasn't wired this way? Because lying on my back, fingers splayed across her stomach, I couldn't help but think maybe I was wired this way after all.

And she did cut an impressive figure, her skin pale but deliciously gorgeous like porcelain, a striking difference to the abyss-black of her hair and eyes, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples already stiff with her own arousal, and I couldn't help but reach up to touch her.

I moved my fingers, delighting in the feeling of her stomach under my hand, then her side, and only brushing one of her breasts. I wasn't that brave yet. But she was soft and curved, not the straight, hard lines of a man like I was used to and it was both familiar and wonderfully alien.

My fingers found the curve of her hip and the length of her thigh as she came to rest on top of me again; a beautiful lioness going in for the kill.

She was back inside of me in a heartbeat, seemingly as adamant as I was to see this through to the glorious end. Her fingers slid in easily, and I found my hands clutching at her desperately. I found her neck and I pulled her into a heated kiss that she readily accepted. I could smell her all around me, taste her in my mouth, felt her inside me. How couldn't I have wanted this?

The feeling of her fingers moving in and out of me was disorienting; it had definately been great with Kisten, no doubt, but this was something better... something more intimate. It was like a part of my soul had been filled the way Ivy was filling my body, making me whole.

I tried to keep the kiss going longer, but she finally pulled back for air, smiling. She was adorable with her cheeks flushed and her lips red, and I touched her cheek gently. Finally, I had Ivy as she was meant to be: loving, caring, free. Her future as an undead was far from our thoughts, the looming threat of my blood kindling demon magic aside, and all her barriers dropped for once without her worrying that I'd think less of her.

Why couldn't I have her like this all the time?

Her movements slowed slightly, and when I met her eyes I saw a glint of mischievousness and felt a stab of concern. I'm not so sure I liked seeing that in the eyes of a vampire...

But I realized I had no reason to worry as she slipped a fourth finger into me and I squirmed under her touch, my senses on overload. There was another creak of the couch as Ivy moved again, though her motions never waivered.

I felt something ridiculously hot touch my center, and I hissed.

"Fuck!" I hadn't meant for it to come out like that... but there it was.

I clutched the couch now, since Ivy was no longer above me. No, the vampire had moved again and had her head between my legs.

I felt her tongue flick out again, and the contact made me jerk. I was so sensitive it hurt... but it hurt so good.

With Ivy's fingers in me, filling me completely, she ran her tongue around my clit until it became a beacon. But she didn't stop there. She ran her mouth along my inner thigh, nipping and kissing and licking until the heat of her mouth was on me again. And there she stayed, licking up the embarrassing amounts of liquid sex she was drawing from me. I could hear her making quiet sounds, and it didn't take a genius to figure out how much she was enjoying this herself.

She worked me over well, and it didn't take long before the pleasure and euphoria began to dam up. The very waves of pleasure she had been taking from me only moments ago were now back-building, and I fought to keep her where she was.

Ivy wasn't going anywhere, of course, as she expertly built up the pressure that my body was dying to expel. I feared I couldn't take it any longer as she thrust painfully deep, and I gasped as the dam began to fissure.

I felt her teeth slide into my inner thigh, and even as my mind and body screamed at the tumultuous feeling of pain quickly turning into pleasure, I felt something else slam into place as she pulled on me. It was like having a migraine and then having it suddenly disappear. Like a curtain had been torn down and the sunlight was finally spilling in.

But there was no time to ponder what had just happened as I felt her fingers curl into me at the end of each thrust, and I felt the mounting waves build dangerously high. My breathing ragged, I bucked against her already hard thrusts, willing her ever deeper.

At the sudden feeling of fingertips on my torn neck I felt myself fall over that precarious edge, and I threw my head back with a cry that the neighbors had to have heard. Ivy, undoubtably, knew precisely what was happening, and as soon as the first wave of climax washed over me I felt her pull on me again, moving with me as I rode my orgasm out.

And, God, it was a heady rush.

Lights danced in my vision, my breathing unsteady and irregular, but Ivy was wrapping me up in her arms, her fingers still working to get every last bit of pleasure from me.

I felt her fingertips on my forehead, brushing my unruly hair from my face, and I could hear her talking, but dammit if I couldn't hear what she was saying over the pounding of blood in my ears. Finally, her long pianist fingers pulled out of me, lingering briefly, and then came up to test my bites.

Yup. Still felt good. But I think she killed me...

I panted, trying to catch my breath, and finally Ivy's voice became coherant.

"I'm sorry, Rachel," I heard the worry and I felt it slice through me. "Rachel? ...Rachel? Dammit, I'm sorry... I think I took too much blood-" I could see her, hovering over me.

I still hadn't figured out what that feeling had been just before my orgasm, and as I sat staring up at her worried face, I slid into my second sight.

The gold and black of my aura was wrapped around us, coating me as thickly as it coated her, giving her protection until her own aura eventually came back. I could feel her emotions like I could feel my own; a suffocating love mixed in with a terrible and unnatural thirst for my blood, but underneath that I felt a dark undercurrent of self-hatred and sadness that made my heart clench.

This was a good first step, though, to saving her soul.

And, wanting to erase the worry from her, I found the energy to reach up and pull her into a kiss so she'd quit talking. "Shut up, Ivy," I murmered against her lips as soon as we broke apart. And I smiled to show her I was okay. Light-headed, sure. Giddy, yes. Love drunk, definately. But I was fine.

Her worry turned into a genuine smile, and I felt her snuggle into the space beside me. She fit so perfectly against me, I didn't even bother moving. She was warm and her arms around me felt like I'd come home. The smell of blood and sex and vampire and witch was strong, and I could feel the heavy weight of her breasts pushing against my shoulder blades, her flushed skin against mine, and I aimed a mischievous glance in her direction.

"Don't get too comfortable... it's my turn, now."

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