my way to wake up your female's sister. Then I'll check on Faith. I assume because you are skulking around, it is done.”
“I was not skulking,” Bale said quietly. “And yes, the transition has passed.”
Arak smiled broadly. “You didn't deny she is yours.”
Bale folded his arms across his chest and rolled his eyes. “Would there be any point? You have made up your mind, whether it is the truth or not. I'm just saving myself the aggravation.”
Arak did not comment; he just stood there grinning at Bale.
“You know, one of these days someone is going to wipe that shit-eating grin off your face,” Bale snapped, turning toward his bedroom door.
“They can try,” Arak replied as he continued down the hall, singing, “She's looking to love you. There's nothing to say. Just turn your head and walk away!”
“Yeah, fuck off,” Bale called over his shoulder. “And quit slaughtering Sabbath. Ozzy you are not.”
Arak's laughter followed him into the room.
Bale received one hell of a surprise when he crossed over the threshold. Lying on top of the bedding was Faith, and the sight of her ass in her barely there panties was almost more than Bale could take. A soft groan escaped his lips, causing her to raise her head and meet his gaze.
Almost immediately Bale realized she was in pain. He moved briskly to her side and sat next to her on the bed. He brushed her hair away from her face, his stomach twisting in a tight knot of tension when she whimpered.
“What is it, baby?” he quietly demanded. He could not—no, would not—tolerate seeing her in pain.
“Help me,” she pleaded, her words slurred slightly as she tried to talk around her new fangs. Bent over, she clutched her stomach, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. Her obvious distress pulled at something deep inside him.
“How, baby? What do you need?” he asked urgently, reaching out to gather her in his arms. He hesitated at the last second, afraid he might make matters worse by touching her.
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“Please. I need you,” she whispered hoarsely.
She rolled closer to him, and Bale took it as a sign to embrace her. He pulled her to his chest, holding her tightly against him. As her lips nuzzled his neck, her tongue peeking out to lick over his pulse point, he tensed involuntarily, and she stilled. Then he forced himself to relax.
“Whatever you need. Just take it, baby,” he urged, his hands rubbing her back in gentle reassurance. But when her hands went to work on the ties of his pants, he had a slight change of heart. He grasped her hands and forced them to his chest, while she fought him the whole time.
She let out a frustrated cry. “Please. I ache so badly,” she whimpered.
Bale cursed, then released her hands. She immediately began to untie the strings keeping his cock imprisoned. Once it was freed, she fisted her small hand around him, causing a groan to escape his lips. As she pumped him once…twice, his cock grew hard and heavy in her tight grip.
His hips flexed in counterrhythm with her motions as he tried to thrust as much of him through her tight fist as he could.
Not knowing how in the hell this had escalated so damn quickly or what it was about this one female that shot his control to hell, Bale tried to force back the lust and make his cock deflate. But Faith struck, sinking her fangs deep into his neck, causing his eyes to roll back from the pleasure.
He clutched her hips tightly, knowing he would probably leave bruises, but the only thing that mattered to him was sinking between her thighs and fucking them both to orgasm. Bale rolled her under him, his questing fingers sliding under the elastic of her panties. The little bit of silk and lace snapped under his grip, and he glided his fingers between her thighs, finding her unbelievably wet.
With a growl, Bale plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy, and her heat just about scalded him. As he corkscrewed his fingers deep inside her, he had to pry her
“I was not skulking,” Bale said quietly. “And yes, the transition has passed.”
Arak smiled broadly. “You didn't deny she is yours.”
Bale folded his arms across his chest and rolled his eyes. “Would there be any point? You have made up your mind, whether it is the truth or not. I'm just saving myself the aggravation.”
Arak did not comment; he just stood there grinning at Bale.
“You know, one of these days someone is going to wipe that shit-eating grin off your face,” Bale snapped, turning toward his bedroom door.
“They can try,” Arak replied as he continued down the hall, singing, “She's looking to love you. There's nothing to say. Just turn your head and walk away!”
“Yeah, fuck off,” Bale called over his shoulder. “And quit slaughtering Sabbath. Ozzy you are not.”
Arak's laughter followed him into the room.
Bale received one hell of a surprise when he crossed over the threshold. Lying on top of the bedding was Faith, and the sight of her ass in her barely there panties was almost more than Bale could take. A soft groan escaped his lips, causing her to raise her head and meet his gaze.
Almost immediately Bale realized she was in pain. He moved briskly to her side and sat next to her on the bed. He brushed her hair away from her face, his stomach twisting in a tight knot of tension when she whimpered.
“What is it, baby?” he quietly demanded. He could not—no, would not—tolerate seeing her in pain.
“Help me,” she pleaded, her words slurred slightly as she tried to talk around her new fangs. Bent over, she clutched her stomach, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. Her obvious distress pulled at something deep inside him.
“How, baby? What do you need?” he asked urgently, reaching out to gather her in his arms. He hesitated at the last second, afraid he might make matters worse by touching her.
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“Please. I need you,” she whispered hoarsely.
She rolled closer to him, and Bale took it as a sign to embrace her. He pulled her to his chest, holding her tightly against him. As her lips nuzzled his neck, her tongue peeking out to lick over his pulse point, he tensed involuntarily, and she stilled. Then he forced himself to relax.
“Whatever you need. Just take it, baby,” he urged, his hands rubbing her back in gentle reassurance. But when her hands went to work on the ties of his pants, he had a slight change of heart. He grasped her hands and forced them to his chest, while she fought him the whole time.
She let out a frustrated cry. “Please. I ache so badly,” she whimpered.
Bale cursed, then released her hands. She immediately began to untie the strings keeping his cock imprisoned. Once it was freed, she fisted her small hand around him, causing a groan to escape his lips. As she pumped him once…twice, his cock grew hard and heavy in her tight grip.
His hips flexed in counterrhythm with her motions as he tried to thrust as much of him through her tight fist as he could.
Not knowing how in the hell this had escalated so damn quickly or what it was about this one female that shot his control to hell, Bale tried to force back the lust and make his cock deflate. But Faith struck, sinking her fangs deep into his neck, causing his eyes to roll back from the pleasure.
He clutched her hips tightly, knowing he would probably leave bruises, but the only thing that mattered to him was sinking between her thighs and fucking them both to orgasm. Bale rolled her under him, his questing fingers sliding under the elastic of her panties. The little bit of silk and lace snapped under his grip, and he glided his fingers between her thighs, finding her unbelievably wet.
With a growl, Bale plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy, and her heat just about scalded him. As he corkscrewed his fingers deep inside her, he had to pry her
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