Tomorrow was Halloween.

Chapter Eighteen

Ronan dreamed again of being in a tunnel. The icy pall promised to harden his heart and his soul as it encircled his body and held him captive. He wanted to understand the message but nothing new came to him. Instead he lingered on the edge of consciousness.

Then the dream changed slightly. He saw two forms in the tunnel, menacing, waiting to harm his woman. His heart beat against his chest in fear.

No, he wouldn't let them hurt Clarissa. "You can't have her. I love her."

The dark forms disappeared and he knew he'd vanquished them. Before he felt safe, the tunnels darkened.

Wearehereweareherewearehere.

Wearehereweareherewearehere.

Wewillhelpwewillhelpwewillhelp.

Once again theShadow People wanted to reassure him; he felt no threat coming from them but uncertainty lingered.

Warm, tender hands caressed his chest, lingering in the hair over his pecs and bringing his nipples to hard, aching points.

Kin to a leprechaun. That feels way too good to be a dream.

Palms swirled over his nipples continually and then swept down his stomach and traced every ridge of muscle with teasing strokes. He shuddered as instantaneous arousal drew his cock into a tight, hard muscle. He wanted those hands all over him, but at the same time he sensed urgency in the touch. When a hot, wet mouth encompassed his cock, his eyes flew open and he looked down.

Clarissa was, in no uncertain terms, sucking him off.

When he found his voice, his accent thickened. "Mother Mary, what a beautiful, feckin'

sight."

At his words her head snapped up and she smiled. She flipped her hair back from her face. She kept his flesh in her hand, firmly working him from base to tip. "Hi."

He glanced around and saw moonlight streaming from under the curtains and through the fan window. "Is it Halloween morning? Where the hell did yesterday go?"

She smirked. "It was all that lovemaking. I think we were both in a stupor by last night."

Yesterday, after he'd obtained some much needed vampire sleep, everyone had gathered in the living room to try and make plans for Halloween. Nothing new came to mind on what they should do. Disappointed, they realized the only thing they could do was arm themselves and hope for the best. They would all stay together. No one would leave the house alone. Last night Ronan and Clarissa retreated to their bedroom and spent a good chunk of the night fucking like bunnies.

He smiled. "What time is it?"

"Four in the morning, to be exact. I woke up and there you were. Irresistible." She kept the pace going, her hands slipping over him one and then the other in a sensual massage that sent jolts of electricity to every point in his body. "Besides, you were dreaming and you didn't look happy. Want to tell me about it?"

"I'll tell you if you keep doing that."

With a smile that said she appreciated what he had to say, she murmured, "Gladly."

Her mouth encompassed him, a glide and slip and stroke that put shame to any blowjob he'd every experienced. His breathing went ragged, his heart galloping as she licked the tip, then traced her tongue down his length. She then licked his balls and pressed one finger between his balls and anus. When she rubbed the spot a shiver racked his body.

She tongued his balls and stroked his cock at one time and he about came unglued from the mult iple sensat ions.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and drew his legs up to give her more room. "Holy shit. OhGod."

"I take it that means you like it?"

"Do I like it?" He about choked. "I want to be inside you."

"Not yet," she said as if putting together a casual shopping list.

Torture. She meant to torment him to within an inch of screaming.

He liked the way she'd grown bolder, more adventurous with her sexual play since he'd first taken her. He groaned as she licked him from stem to stern, her warm tongue and even hotter lips scalding him with sensations so intense he wondered if he could take the pressure without shooting seed down her throat. Clarissa slipped her mouth down over his cock and took him deep.

He gasped and his hips surged up. "Bloody hell."

Her mouth explored every texture, vein, and contour.Feck, he'd had it. He would die right here and now.

"Clarissa." He gasped for breath now. "Ride me."

She released his cock and slid up his body. She straddled him and when she dropped down over his cock with a plunge and gloved him in sweet, tight flesh, he about came on the spot.

Instead he said between pants, "That's it. Oh, that's feckin' it. Come on, ride me."

She did as requested as she lifted and slammed down. The sensation made him moan and he pushed his hips upwards to impale her more deeply. Silken, slick and hot, her interior held him captive. He dared open his eyes and saw her looking down at him, her lips parted and plump. Then, before his sight she became a sex goddess, a woman unleashed and swamped by ecstasy. She stopped moving and before he could protest the cessation of action, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her sweet channel clasped him like a fist, then released. Clasped, then released.

"God, ohGod." He couldn't keep the words out of his throat. "Yes."

Clarissa closed her eyes and pumped him, moving up and down with a quick, gyrating motion as she rotated her hips. He reached up and caught her nipples between his fingers and played. She moaned louder as he plucked at the tips. Quickening his movements he thrust upward harder as she met him with downward strokes.

He felt her hovering on the brink, bliss only seconds away. Determined to make her come now, he clasped her hips and thrust faster. Her head tilted back, her tongue coming out to lick her lips. Seconds later she burst, and the feeling of her tight cunt clutching his flesh sent him into a powerful, groaning orgasm.

She collapsed onto his chest and he cradled her close, a smile coming to his lips as he barely panted out the words, "I think she's trying to kill me."

With a sigh she subsided against him. "Mmm."

Obviously she was in no condition to talk. He heard a soft snore. Surprised, he held her in his arms and smiled. He'd fucked her into oblivion, all right. He held her close, fierce protectiveness singing through his veins.

He would keep her safe through this, even if it cost him his immortal life.

The ancient one watched his captives struggle for control.

Captive and helpless described the smaller, much younger vampire's hopeless situation.

The spineless little immortal, once powerful in his own right had been too cocky. He lost some of his dignity as he struggled against the force field surrounding and trapping him.

Nearby a newly made vampire thrashed in the force field. This one had balls. He'd give him that.

Poor vampires, struggling with your sanity and your fear and the realization you've betrayed people you love.