Isabel and the Werewolf Beast (Vampire Tales #1)

29. Isabel

Chapter twenty-nine

Isabel

L ucian and Maximus glared at me.

“What?” I threw up my arms.

They both shook their heads.

“We’ll be outside watching what the werewolves decide and be ready in case they decide to attack,” Lucian said.

“They won’t.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because they’re not as awful as we’ve been told.” I sat in the chair beside Dante.

They left the infirmary, and I was finally alone with Dante even though he was asleep. Since he’d received Asher’s blood, his heart rate had strengthened and picked up the pace. I placed a hand on his forehead not surprised to find his fever had broken too. I guess I now comprehended that a werewolf needed werewolf blood to help them.

Dante’s hand lifted to mine, and he drew my palm down to his lips and kissed it. Flutters of excitement drifted inside my chest.

“Are you awake?”

“Mmm, or dreaming,” he mumbled.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.” He opened his eyes.

They were so full of emotion that my stomach flipped over itself. His hand slid into my hair.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he said.

“I could say the same.”

“You’re a mess.” His thumb rubbed the dried blood on my cheek making flakes fall onto him.

“I had other things to worry about other than my looks.”

“Like me?” He grinned.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t want me to die?”

“You didn’t want me to die, either.”

He chuckled. “Does that mean we like each other?”

I puffed out a laugh. “I suppose it does.”

“Can I kiss you? I realize I’m in my half-shifted form right now—”

I slammed my lips on top of his. He grunted in surprise, then spread his fingers into my hair as he angled my head and kissed me properly. His lips nudged over mine in a supple yet demanding way and then his tongue teased the crease of my lips until I opened for him and let his tongue into my mouth. The fur surrounding his lips brushed over the stiff, dried blood around mine scratching it off and making my face softer, more feminine. My fangs grazed his tongue and a spike of his blood hit my tastebuds. I moaned into our bloody kiss.

Dante’s other hand caressed my back until he grasped my bottom and then he hauled me onto the bed and on top of him. The moment my body aligned with his, desire ran an uncontrollable current through me.

His body wavered underneath mine. Bones and limbs contorted but I couldn’t stop kissing him. His lips and face changed beneath me until the fur turned to smooth skin and his fanged teeth disappeared. I broke the kiss to look at Dante in his human form for the first time.

“Now I’m not an ugly beast.”

I pushed up from his body until I was straddling his hips. “You were never ugly.”

“Isabel.” He sighed.

“Werewolf,” I said. “You’re a werewolf, not some hideous beast. Accept who you are.”

His hands slid to my thighs. “Can a vampire accept a werewolf?”

“I already have.” I grinned. “Why else did I save you?”

“You want to do this? Me and you together? I don’t understand how it can work when your vampire family and friends will want to kill me.”

“They haven’t so far.”

His thumbs rubbed small circles on my thighs, igniting my burning desire for him.

“I want you, but I never thought you’d want me to.”

I lowered my face to inches above his. “Your brother is in the forest with a pack of werewolves waiting to rescue you. Lucian and Maximus are outside waiting to stop them. What do you want to do?”

He rose on his elbows and kissed me.

“Good choice,” I murmured against his lips .

His lips spread into a grin. He rolled us over and pinned me to the mattress, then he placed his forehead to mine.

“As much as I’d love to ravish you, I suppose we should deal with everything first.”

“Everything?” I laughed. “If we waited for that, then we’d never have sex. There’s the current situation. Silas. The professors. The entire vampire and werewolf situation.”

His hands slid down my dress and lifted it to my waist as he said, “I want to eat you alive.”

“I hope you mean that in the orgasmic way,” I said, as I laid my head back on the pillow.

“In the multiple orgasm way.” He shuffled down the bed. “We almost died. I guess we can take a moment for ourselves.”

“Yes, but hurry,” I said excited to experience Dante’s tongue on my eager flesh.

He drew my underwear down my legs and breathed in deep. “You smell as good as I imagined.”

“You thought about this?”

“Many times while we were in the curse.”

He placed his tongue at my entrance and swirled it inside. My leg muscles tightened. He growled and pinned them open to the mattress. His tongue speared me again swirling around the sensitive area in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids. He dragged his tongue higher to the hard bundle of nerves begging for his attention. His tongue flicked it back and forth until my legs trembled under his firm palms. On the verge of an orgasm, he dove back downward and gave long licks up and down, caressing every sensitive nerve ending he could find, and he found them all. He growled, making vibrations through his tongue and sending me soaring over the edge into the blissful world of an orgasm. His tongue didn’t stop laving at my flesh driving the orgasm from one into another until every cell in my body quivered in ecstasy and then as my body floated in the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life, Dante circled my waist with his hands and held me tight as though he wanted to crawl inside my body and stay there.

I lay wrapped in his arms for a few minutes enjoying the bliss of being with him.

A loud bang exploded outside the castle. We jolted upright and scrambled off the bed. I glanced at Dante’s enormous erection bulging inside his pants with longing and regret. Grabbing my underwear from him, I slid them on then we raced through the west wing and out the front door.

A tree lay in the middle of the yard roots and all.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Maximus said.

“A tree magically appeared like that?”

“I saw something move, so I threw the closest thing at it.” He shrugged. “Not my fault it was a tree.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at my vampiric brother.

“Dante,” Asher yelled from a long way away.

“Asher.” Dante lifted his hand and waved at the forest in the distance. “I should go talk to him.”

“Now?” I asked, annoyed he’d leave after giving me the best orgasm ever.

He gave me a wry smile. “It’s for the best.”

“Best for who?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Everyone,” he said and walked away.

Away from me. What we’d shared. How we felt, and what we’d become. Was this his way of saying he no longer wanted me and the problems of being with a vampire?