Dakotah: Chapter 8

Mika's Notes: Lots of lovey-dovey make-up sex forthcoming... And another inside joke between Zan & I.  LOL

"And for you, sir?" The girl in the green apron and cheesy grin asked.

Dakotah sighed. This barista was much too cheerful for so late at night. "One large iced decaf double nonfat mocha. Lotsa whipped cream. Please."

“Absolutely!” the cheery girl replied, repeating his order. “And the name for the order?”

“Dakotah,” he exhaled loudly. “With an ‘h’.” If he was going to be embarrassed like this, the least they could do was spell his name right. Looking out the storefront window, he could see Sierra and Tyler discussing something in the Mustang. “Probably me,” he muttered, walking closer to the windows and freedom from the mortification of being at Sierra’s whims. 

“I have one large iced decaf double nonfat mocha with extra whipped cream for Dakotah at the bar.”

He stepped up to the bar, took a straw and smiled at the girl, making every attempt not to show her his fangs. It wasn’t her fault he was here right now. “Thanks.”

Stepping outside, he glanced at the cup, curious if they’d gotten his name right; it was rare anyone did, even after being told. He grinned a toothy smile when he noticed that she’d not only spelled it right, but had added fangs to the smiley face adorning the cup. “Of all the things to put on my cup.” He shook his head, not wanting to really know.

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"So, are you satisfied?" he asked later. They were curled up in bed, snuggled close.

"Almost. " She reached her face up to his and kissed him. Forgiving him.

As he slid his tongue into her mouth, he could taste the chocolate from her coffee. A hint of the creamy whipped topping that had capped it off. "Mmm, you taste good, even better than usual. I could get used to this, I think." He delved his tongue between her lips once more, tasting her a second time.

"Good thing I get decaf," she giggled. "Last thing we need is you getting a caffeine high off my blood." His mouth smothered her next set of giggles. She broke free long enough to get one more dig in on him. “I’d never forgive myself if I was responsible for setting a wired vampire loose in the city.”

He growled playfully at her, attacking her mouth in a desperate attempt to shut her up, just for a little while. She could tease him later. Much later.

Dakotah's hands moved along her curves, settling comfortably on her hips. "No, you don't want me getting a caffeine rush.” He nipped at her bottom lip, teasing, taunting. “Especially since I already plan to have you all night as it is. And if I get too much caffeine, well, then you’ll be the sorry one." Sierra smiled; she couldn’t think of a single reason to complain. She also highly doubted she’d be sorry for anything that came out of tonight.

He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth, letting his blood teeth gently graze their length. She shivered beneath him. Tonight it would be good. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth, dancing and playing tag with hers. Engaged in a long, lingering kiss, his hands moved up her stomach and along her breasts. She inhaled deeply, filling her chest with air and pushing her breasts against his hands. "You tease," he breathed.

"That's me. Only I'm not teasing now." He could hear her heart skip a beat, fear and anticipation swirling inside her.

A throaty chuckle was his only answer.

One long kiss was all it took for him to get her shirt onto the foot of the bed. Trained, dark fingers toyed with her pink nipples, pulling and pinching as she squirmed. His hand gently caressed her flat stomach and moved downward to the patch of copper hair he loved to tease her about. Obediently, she opened her legs to his touch.

“A redhead to your roots,” he teased. She blushed and guided his fingers into place. A place he knew very well by now. Sierra’s back arched as the first of his fingers slid inside her. He buried his face in her neck, lightly nipping her salty skin. She moved against him, driving him into a frenzy of desire and bloodlust.

Dakotah licked the taut skin of her neck and panted, “You are so ready for me and I’ve barely even touched you.” He gave her another little nip with his fangs. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

She grinned evilly. Taking his erection into her hand, she muttered, “I can see what it does to you.” She stroked the length of him three or four times, feeling him harden even more, delighting in the feel of him in her fingers.

When the growl escaped him, her smile broadened even further. Sierra ran her free hand through his long, dark hair. Getting a firm grip on the back of his head, she forced him into a kiss. She spread her legs and, with the other hand, guided him into place. He fit easily inside her, her anticipation making it ever so easy for him.

Dakotah gave a muted cry of pleasure. His gums ached and his pulse raced. Slowly, he moved against her soft, white skin. She lifted her hips to meet him, accepting him deeper with every thrust. Sierra let her head rest against the pillow, biting her lip and closing her eyes. They had a perfect rhythm going, one they both wanted to last forever. Her little grunts and squeaks became louder and more frequent as she got closer to her climax. Her body began to move of its own accord, not allowing him to pull out of her for more than a second at a time.

It was time. He knew it. He could feel it in her body. He could smell her sweat and her blood. He wasn’t ever sure at a time like this which one was the sweeter smell. Dakotah inhaled the mingling scents of her body and his, savoring the way he felt inside her and loving the way her body heat was warming him.

He lowered his mouth to her neck. She inhaled sharply at the prick on her skin. In an effort to prolong the inevitable, he licked at the tiny droplets of her blood that were welling up to the surface. Teasing him the way he’d enjoyed teasing her. Sierra’s body began to tremble with her approaching climax. Giving in to lust, to the bloodlust, he drove his erection inside her, plunged his fangs into her vein.

Sierra gasped; the dual orgasm shook her physically, emotionally. She felt his release; he slowed and stopped moving against her. He lay to the side, lips still attached to her neck. Sighing, she held him to her, allowing him to finish in his own time. Closing her eyes, she floated near sleep thinking, I’m gonna have one hell of a hickey tomorrow…