Rogue the Redeemer Page 4

  Kaitlyn’s breath almost ceased when her orgasm overtook her. She cried out, her pussy spasming around his steel hardness. Rogue stiffened with a groan, following her into oblivion. “Lord, Kaitlyn,” he ground out as he shot pure flame inside her all the way to her center.

  Rogue dropped his forehead to hers, panting. “You’ve take my breath,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  Kaitlyn smiled, for once feeling whole. Satisfied. Content for the first time ever. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?” she asked.

  “Barely.” He rolled to the side of her, separating them. “Now I need a shower.” He glanced at the bedside clock. “We’re late for work.”

  Kaitlyn sat up. “That, we are.” She glanced down at him.

  Light from the hallway splashed him in its glow. Kaitlyn’s heart wrenched at the beauty of him. His hair was spread across her pillow, golden strands glimmering in the light. His eyes looked sleepy, the shadows cast on the planes of his face accentuating the classic lines of his perfect nose. His mouth, full and so sensuous, formed the hint of a smile. He was a true contradiction—angelic and pure animal magnetism.

  Kaitlyn sighed, wishing she weren’t what she was. She had felt the pulse of his blood, pounding beneath her lips when she had pressed her mouth against the side of his neck while they were in the throes of passion. It had been all she could do to keep from sinking her immature fangs into his skin and drinking his blood as her pussy had consumed his seed.

  Rogue raised an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Kaitlyn blinked and shook her head. “Sorry. It’s not often I see such a handsome man in my bed.”

  Rogue reached out and stroked her breast, sending shivers through her. “Well, I hope you can get used to it,” He circled her nipple with his finger. Instantly, it grew taut. “Because I’m hoping to be here quite often.”

  Kaitlyn drew in a deep breath, arching into his touch.

  “You like?” he asked, rolling the tight bud of her nipple between his thumb and finger.

  Kaitlyn bit her lip. “Mmm.” She leaned over him, her breasts full, aching to be touched.

  Rogue chuckled. “I see you do like it,” he said. He shifted, took her by the waist and positioned her so that she sat on his hips, one leg on either side of him.

  Kaitlyn rested the palms of her hands on the hard muscles of his chest. His heart beat strong and steady, transferring its rhythm up her arms in reverberating tremors. Her mouth watered at the thought of the rich blood racing through his veins, sustenance so near it made her stomach tremble.

  Rogue stroked both of her breasts, brushing his palms over her sensitized nipples. “So perfect,” he murmured. He cupped them in his hands, then kneaded them.

  Kaitlyn leaned forward, arching her back. She felt the press of his thickening member twitch against the cleft of her bottom.

  He tweaked her nipples, making her gasp. “We’re not going to work,” he said, watching her through hooded eyes. “Not going at all.” Then he rose up and caught one pert nipple in his mouth.

  Kaitlyn stiffened, moaning. She stroked his hair with one hand then cupped the back of his head, drawing him closer.

  Rogue flicked with his tongue, then suckled, teasing her other nipple with his fingers all the while.

  Kaitlyn began to squirm, her appetite for passion overtaking her hunger for blood. She shifted down on his hips, spreading her legs wider. Rogue rocked his pelvis up, stroking her rear cleft with his now fully hard cock as he moved his wet kiss from one breast to the other. Kaitlyn groaned and braced with both hands on the bed above his shoulders while raising her hips. Her breasts hung full and swollen with need, her juices wetting her thighs as she felt his cock slide forward, caressing her hot core as she lifted her rear.

  Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Kaitlyn impaled herself on his thick shaft. She moaned, feeling its girth stretch her tight sheath as she lowered herself, taking him inch by inch. Rogue shuddered beneath her, his muscles straining as he squeezed her breasts, his mouth suckling hungrily. Kaitlyn sighed softly, settling herself all the way down, his cock buried deep within her. It radiated swirling heat low in her belly, heat that she wanted to consume her. She began a gentle rocking of her hips, moving in a slow circle that spread the petals of her mound, the sweet friction of the root of him rubbing against her clit, driving her slowly, surely, insane.

  Kaitlyn moved her hands to his shoulders, rising up slightly to better balance herself. Rogue lay back on the pillow, gazing up at her, his eyes stormy blue. She locked her gaze with his as she increased her movements, circling her hips, then lifting up, riding him. She licked her lips, feeling the hot blood pulsing in his cock through the sated walls of her wet pussy. “Mmm,” she murmured, wondering how he would taste.

  Rogue’s face tightened. He closed his eyes and tilted his chin up, grasping her hips.

  Her stomach jittered. The veins in his neck stood out, pulsing, beckoning to her. Kaitlyn shook her head. She was being assaulted from all sides. Her body raged, hungers warring. Her pussy trembled, rippling, a sweet building of sensation ready to explode. Her mouth watered, hungry for the lifeblood just inches away.

  “Baby, I’m going to come,” Rogue breathed.

  “Wait, please—wait,” Kaitlyn said, her breath coming in short gasps. She swung her leg over, dismounting him.

  “Kaitlyn,” he groaned, reaching for her.

  She batted his hand away and moved to his side. In the light coming from the hallway, his hard shaft stood at attention, glistening with her juices. Kaitlyn shifted position again, her feet toward the headboard. Her mouth watering, she grasped his cock at the base and traced her tongue from the root to the tip.

  “Aw, Jesus.” Rogue ground out, stroking the cheek of her bottom. “Come here, if you’re going to do that.” He urged her to lift her leg.

  Kaitlyn glanced over her shoulder.

  “I want to taste you,” he said.

  Kaitlyn shivered in anticipation, bracing her elbows on the bed and coming up to her knees. She lifted one leg and Rogue moved beneath her.

  Turning back to his throbbing member, she licked her lips and took him into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she tasted herself on him but also the saltiness of his pre-cum. Her stomach clenched. The flavor was rich, almost like the life-giving blood she had been stealing but better—so much better. She had to have more. Kaitlyn drew him into her mouth, relaxing her throat, taking him almost all the way to the base of his delicious member. She began to suck, working her throat, wanting him to burst inside her hungry mouth.

  Rogue moaned beneath her and began to sample her flavor as well. Kaitlyn shuddered at the first swipe of his tongue over her swollen clit, feeling an orgasm begin to build low in her belly. She increased her attention on his thick member, moaning in her throat as he swelled even larger yet. Rogue did the same, lavishing her pussy with his tongue while sliding his fingers inside her in the same rhythm as her strokes on his cock.

  Kaitlyn could barely breathe between the hot coils roasting in her belly and the deep way she took him in. Even the air in the room grew hot from their heat, circling around them in a warm caress, the sounds of their mouths, wet and hungry, driving Kaitlyn into a frenzy. Her body began to tense, her orgasm imminent as she felt the initial pulse of his impending explosion against her tongue.

  Then the world fell away as he came, his seed hot and thick, bursting into her throat. She fed voraciously, his taste so delicious that when her orgasm set her free, she almost passed out from the sensation of feeding on him and bursting her cream into his mouth in unison. Kaitlyn held on, her body convulsing, bucking against his mouth as Rogue matched her hunger, taking every drop of her explosion. It seemed to last forever, this little bit of heaven that had come into her life. Kaitlyn’s mind reeled as she licked the last drops of his succulent seed from his cock, her own release slowing to a satisfying pulse, her pussy still trembling from the force of their joining.

  Rogue gasped beneath her. “Dam
n woman, that was…” his voice broke off as he moved her from over him.

  Kaitlyn lay on the bed, exhausted and satisfied, running her tongue over her lips to get one last taste of him. Her body thrummed with life, stronger than when she drank from the stolen pints of blood. Sharper, more intense. Absolutely wonderful. She lay her hand on his leg and stroked it, the fine soft hair tickling her palm.

  Rogue played his fingers across her knee. “You are one fine lover,” he said, his voice soft and sleepy.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” Kaitlyn tucked one arm beneath her head, content to lie as she was, her head toward the foot of the bed, his toward the headboard. “With a name like yours,” she said, “I expect you’ve had quite a few women in your bed.”

  He ran a finger behind her knee, stroking the soft sensitive skin there. “I have to admit, I’m no angel.”

  Kaitlyn grinned up at the ceiling. “I can tell. How did you get that name anyway? Rogue is an odd name.”

  “My father named me. I’ve heard it was because I was a charmer of women even in the nursery.”

  Kaitlyn laughed. It felt so good to laugh. She ran her hand over the hard, sculpted muscles of his thigh. “Your father knows you well then.”

  Rogue cleared his throat. “Actually—no. My father died a long time ago.”

  “I’m sorry.” Kaitlyn felt a pang of pain. “Your mom?”

  “Dead.”

  “Rogue, I’m really sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he said. “My aunt raised me. She couldn’t have done better if I say so myself.”

  “Is she still…?” Kaitlyn was almost afraid to ask.

  “Yeah. She’s still very much alive.”

  Kaitlyn tilted her head. “We have something in common then.”

  “What’s that?”

  “My parents died when I was five,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. “My uncle raised me. He passed away last year though.” She shook her head. “I sure do miss him.”

  Rogue squeezed her knee. “Don’t you have any family? Cousins and such?”

  “No. There’s only me.” She took a deep breath. “My uncle left me this house. You know sometimes, it’s almost like I can still feel him here.”

  “I know what you mean.” He patted her leg. “I lost my Grampa right before we left Kentucky. There are times I swear I can hear him telling me not to do something.”

  “So … you are a rogue. Always in trouble.”

  “Basically,” he said.

  They settled into a comfortable silence.

  Kaitlyn closed her eyes, enjoying his soft touch, the heat that radiated over her from his body so close, parts of them touching as they lay quietly in the afterglow, head to toe and toe to head, and just rested.

  After a few minutes, Rogue sat up, groaning. Then he chuckled. “I feel like I’ve played three NFL football games. You gave me quite a workout, woman.”

  Kaitlyn opened her eyes and looked up at him. Rogue was a contradiction in terms. Angelic but sexy face with a wickedness that lay just beneath the surface. Kaitlyn knew right then that she’d never get enough of him.

  He trailed one finger across her tummy just below her navel, making her quiver. Her nipples tightened at his touch.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, his eyes burning icy fire over her body. “Tell me—why hasn’t anyone snatched you up?”

  “Believe it or not,” she said, her body turning to molten fire yet again. “I’m very choosy about who I bring into my life.”

  “Hunh.” The corner of his mouth quirked up. “You gonna let me in?”

  His question stunned her into the reality—or unreality—of what letting him completely into her life meant. The thought scared her to the bone. She liked Rogue. She didn’t want to hurt him. Kaitlyn flung herself off the bed and away from his seductive touch.

  “What’d I say?” Rogue swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat watching her as she paced like a caged animal back and forth.

  She did feel caged and the rays of sunlight were the bars. Not made of iron but still just as impenetrable. “I don’t think you’d really enjoy being part of my life,” she said, frustration churning inside her.

  “How can you say that?”

  She glanced at him. His brows were drawn down, his mouth set in a serious line.

  “You don’t know anything about me.” She turned and paced the other way, her forceful strides creating a breeze that caused her hair to waft over her shoulders. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

  Rogue stood, tall and determined. “Have you got a man you haven’t told me about or something, because if you do, I’ll give him a run for his money.”

  “Argh!” Kaitlyn flicked a hand in the air. “No. It’s not that.” She whirled again, heading back the way she had come, nervous energy chugging through her. “You just—have no idea.”

  He stepped into her path, blocking her. Taking her by the shoulders, he stopped her with his touch. Kaitlyn knew that she could get past him if she wanted. Not only had her appetite for blood and sex increased steadily since she’d went to New York, so had her strength.

  “You have no clue what you’re dealing with, Rogue,” she said, staring up into his now piercing blue eyes.

  “Then, dammit, tell me.”

  Kaitlyn stomped her foot. Why me? She pleaded inside to whoever was in charge of this existence of hers. Why had she gone with Nicolas that night? Why had he invaded her body with this ungodly virus? Why?

  “Kaitlyn,” Rogue said. “Tell me. Nothing can be that bad. I want to be in your life.” He raised one hand to her cheek. “Please, baby.”

  Tears stung her eyes. She so wanted what she had found in Rogue to last. It was hopeless, wasn’t it? She must have been cursed in some way. Finding a man who intrigued her so, who seemed to have a connection to her from the moment they met, just when she felt she’d fallen from grace with no hope of redemption. It tore at her heart and made her want to rage at a God who had allowed a monster like Nicolas to prey on women like her.

  “Do you want to know, Rogue—really want to know why I can’t allow you completely into my life?” she said, her voice quaking. “Because once I tell you—there is no going back.”

  Both his hands on her face now, he looked deeply into her eyes. “Tell me,” he whispered.

  Kaitlyn took a deep breath. She snaked her arms around his neck, drawing him close. “I really like you, Rogue,” she said, “but you see, I’m not what you think I am.” Kaitlyn felt a shot of adrenaline race through her. She slid the tip of her tongue across the sharp points of her teeth. Teeth that she had successfully hidden from him up until now.

  He has to know, she told herself. Either he’ll run or he won’t. One way or the other, he has to know.

  Kaitlyn brushed a soft kiss across his lips before pulling back so that she could see his eyes. She needed to see the reaction on his face when she revealed her true nature. His eyes, those clear, calm oceans of blue that could turn stormy and dark in an instant, would tell her all that she needed to know.

  “You see, Rogue,” she said softly, searching his face, “I’m not quite human. I’m what you might call … a vampire.”

  Then she smiled.

  Chapter Four

  Rogue’s heart stopped beating. For one instant in time, that muscle in the center of his chest froze, stuttered, and threatened to give up the ghost right then and there. He took a breath and it began to beat again.

  Rogue felt as if his whole world had just landed on him in one huge, crushing heap.

  Kaitlyn stood before him, her smile slowly fading. Her silver-tinged midnight-blue eyes shimmered in the dim light, wide and hoping.

  He drew her to him, cradling her head under his chin, his arms wrapped around her. “It’s alright,” he said, knowing it wasn’t. He stroked her smooth back, feeling her tremble.

  “Why aren’t you even questioning me?” she asked, her cheek pressed against his chest. “I would think if someon
e told you that they were a vampire, you would ask some questions. Do you believe that easily?”

  Believe, he thought. If only she knew.

  “Should I doubt you?” he asked, hugging her close, resting his chin on top of her head.

  She laughed softly. “No. I am what I say. A vampire, for lack of a better word.” She pushed away from his chest and looked up. “I’m not joking or playing some sort of cult thing. You need to understand—this is real.”

  Rogue nodded. “I said I believe you.”

  He should have known. He’d seen the signs. The rush she had been in to get home when her car wouldn’t start. He’d seen the fear in her eyes every time she’d looked at the horizon, looking for the sunrise. The immediate sexual heat when they had first met. Rogue had never met anyone who had come on so strong. Not anyone who wasn’t one of the walking dead. And even tonight—their deep kisses, his tongue in her mouth, the way he had wished away the fact that her teeth had been surprisingly sharp. He should have known but her beauty and something inside of her—some tiny innocence he sensed in her—had clouded his vision.

  Now, there would be hell to pay.

  Rogue was already attached to Kaitlyn, had already fallen and lost himself in her eyes. If there were any way possible, he would save her. Bring her back from the brink of the hellish existence that lay ahead of her. There was no way he could complete the mission that he and John had set out to complete: kill the vampire that had been stealing blood from the hospital.

  Already Rogue knew that if it came to the point that Kaitlyn would have to be destroyed, he himself would make that journey with her.

  Looking down at her now, Rogue’s heart wrenched. He couldn’t tell her what he truly was. A vampire slayer. Better to let her believe—for now—that they shared this strange sort of life.

  “I believe you, because I am like you,” he said.

  Kaitlyn frowned, her delicate eyebrows drawing together. “You can’t be like me. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  Rogue took one of her hands and raised it to his lips. He kissed her palm. “But I am,” he said. Opening his mouth, he took her thumb and brushed it over his upper fangs.