Dakotah: Chapter 2

Mika's Notes: Some bad language, sex, and an unspeakable topic (for me anyway, so what do I do? I write about it... *sigh*)...

The Animal was still strong within him when he returned home. He was almost completely in thrall to his blood lust, the beast in control of his thoughts and feelings. The stolen blood rushed wildly about his veins, warming him and enticing him. He could smell her the instant he entered the house. She had such a sweet and sultry scent about her. His little redheaded witch was sometimes much too irresistible for her own good. The vampire was so close to her that he could taste her sweetness on his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth.

It was late and he knew immediately where he'd find her; her schedule was like clockwork. Sniffing the air, he followed her freshly washed smell down the hallway to the bedroom they 'shared'. Her scent filled the air just as her calm heartbeat filled his ears.

Opening the door, he saw her. She lay curled up on her side of the bed sound asleep, dressed in an old T-shirt of his, a favorite of hers. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, revealing the innocent white cotton of her bikini briefs. One bare foot hung over the edge of the mattress, dangling in the warm night air.

As he surveyed her tanned skin, he felt his teeth grow once more. A different sort of lust began to consume him this time. He'd always been fascinated with her toes, so small and fat, so out of synch with the rest of her. And her legs were perfection; although she wasn't tall, her legs were long and muscular, well toned from years of yoga and running. Her round hips swelled and merged into a small waist, almost too small, even for one as petite as she. Firm, healthy breasts rose and fell with the rhythm of her breath, pushing his restraint to its limits. Blood pulsed slowly through the veins in her long, beautiful neck. Her lips were pushed out in a precious pout as she slept, eyelids closed over her deep blue eyes. Wild red hair covered the pillow beneath her head.

Desire consuming him completely, Dakotah hastily pulled his Polo over his head and tossed it onto the floor. In an incredible act of balance and coordination perfected over the years, he tugged his boots off his feet while standing. Without a second thought, he popped the button open on his jeans and pushed them down his legs and onto the floor. He didn't bother removing his socks before climbing into bed, fangs and erection both fighting for control of his brain.

He snuggled up to her back, one arm reaching around her waist, running lightly over her taut belly. Sierra smiled in her sleep and snuggled back against him comfortably. Unable to resist, he kissed her bare throat and she moaned lightly, dreaming of him. He kissed her a second and third time, more frantic each time. Biting his bottom lip, he slid his hand down into the front of her panties. His fingers slipped through the tangle of fiery hair and between her legs. Sierra squirmed and moaned, dreaming of him doing things he knew she loved. He buried his face in her neck and errant hair, inhaling her scent.

Moving of their own accord, Dakotah's fingers slid inside his lover's body; Sierra's eyes flew open, startled, confused. "Kotie, honey?" she asked shakily.

Shh, quiet, he spoke into her mind.

"Honey, I'm tired. I... I need to get some sleep... busy day tomorrow..."

Making room for her, he pulled her down onto her back and straddled her waist. "Quiet!" he demanded, tearing at her panties, ripping the thin cotton easily.

She started to object, struggling against his hold, until she looked into his eyes. His normally calm, but often troubled, blue eyes were gone, consumed by a red fire burning deep within his soul. Terrified, she shut her mouth and gave herself over to him. She knew better than to test his restraint at a time like this. With a man like this, there was a thin line between hungry for love and just plain hungry. And he’d crossed that line tonight with a giant leap and a bound.

He forced her legs open with one hand. Positioning himself above her, he roughly buried himself inside her. A frightened squeak escaped her before she could stop it. She heard him growl before shutting her up with a forceful kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth over and over again, exploring her as he thrust himself deeper into her. Fear and worry overcame her; she fought the urge to struggle, knowing it'd only make things worse. You don’t anger an already mad animal. That would only cause him to turn violent. That was something she hoped to never see again. Something she swore she'd never put up with again.

Dakotah released his hold on her mouth. Panting, he licked the sweaty length of her neck. Shivers raced up her spine. When he took her blood, it was always in an intimate setting, almost always during their lovemaking. Before, she'd tried to let him partake of her when he felt the need, but, after losing control one night, he swore he'd never drink from her again. She'd slyly convinced him it was okay at times like this, knowing she got as much out of it as he did. But tonight.... would he go too far? Would he remember to stop?

Do I have a choice? She wondered, frightened and angry.

Her back arched as his fangs pierced her skin. She pressed her body against his, pulling him closer, urging him to drink more deeply, hating herself for rewarding him for treating her like meat. But she couldn't help it or stop it. Her body had a mind of it’s own; she was no longer in control. She knew what was coming and she wanted it. Badly. Waves of pleasure shook her body as he drank. His body slowed, almost sated, regaining a measure of control. Regaining a semblance of coherence.

The shared passion, the taste of her essence brought him slowly back to himself. He shifted his body in order to take care of her needs, bringing them both to a second and different sort of climax. His hands roamed over her, exploring and teasing, bringing them both back to normal slowly and gently. Loving her was a favorite pastime of his, he’d do anything to touch her body, nuzzle her neck and kiss her skin. Just to hold her close one more time.

Dakotah removed his teeth from her neck and his body from between her legs. Breathing heavily, he bent to kiss her and apologize for waking her when she slapped him. Hard. Stunned, he stared at her in disbelief.

"What was that for?" He thought he should probably already know, Sierra was anything but aggressive, but his brain was still covered by the red fog that had clouded his thoughts for the last hour or more.

"You know, you bastard,” she growled angrily. “You swore you'd not do that again!" She pushed him off of her and got out of bed. Tears streaked her face and her body shook, the terror finally leaving her body. It seemed that he wouldn't kill her. Not tonight at least.

He sat there and stared at her. Trying to remember. What had he done? "What...?" he began.

"Oh don’t give me that crap!" she screamed. "Just get out! I don't want you in here anymore. Now before I get really angry!" She slammed the bathroom door shut before the tears began to flood down her cheeks.

Dakotah hung his head. The Bloodlust still fogged his brain, rendering his memory useless. But now he was pretty sure of the trespass he'd committed. "Baby, I'm sorry,” he whispered. What was wrong with him anyway? And could he fix what he’d so thoughtlessly broken?