Dark Hunger

Elize smiled lazily and then rested her head in the crook of his arms. Suddenly she asked, "Are you tired, Caldy?" He had been holding her for so long. She yawned exposing her wee little fangs. 

When would she mark me with these? He shook his head. "Never for you, love." 

She grinned sleepily and then closed her eyes. 

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"You are such a masochist!" Elize snorted after he said that she was simply too weak and needed more training. 

In the motel, once again they got three rooms, one for Auril, one for Laurel and one for themselves. He was sitting on the bed with his head against the headboard, his one leg stretched and one hand over his folded knee, looking at her fondly. "You really have to know how to use a sword, love." It was his idea that she started understanding weapons and the only weapon that ever came to his mind was that of a sword. He thought of daggers too and bought them, but he wondered if she would be able to handle them. What if she nicked her flesh with it? 

"Why in the hell would I even need to be trained in it?" she asked. 

"Lore is a dangerous place, Elize. And I want you to at least learn this." 

She narrowed her eyes at him, but the truth was that she loved her training. There was so much energy in her body and she enjoyed spending it. Her mind was sharper than before and whatever he taught—she picked it up like second nature. Her magic was hissing, bubbling inside as if it had come into action with her activity. "Fine! Then get your arse here. I need to slap you with my stick!" she said, swirling her sword in her hand. 

Caleb chuckled. He got up and picked up his sword—a wooden one that he had bought from the market in Larne. He had bought one wooden practice sword for her and a real one also. 

"Why don't you guys use guns instead?" she remarked. "So much hassle fighting with swords. It's like going back to the medieval century."

"Guns are useless on people like us, Liz," he said and stood in front of her. "My brother, Daryn can't be killed with any bullet. Even a silver bullet can't kill him. As for me, no bullet can kill me. My body heals on its own, but of course infection does set in sometimes." 

She jerked her head back. "Does that mean that I can't be killed so easily?" 

"Yes. You are an immortal now," he replied with a smile. She was going to stay with him forever. And she was presently looking lovely in her sports bra and thongs in which she insisted she would practice. Siren. He knew that she was showing him his body and trying to put his defenses down. And she was succeeding. She learned every move that he taught her instantly and she used it on him deftly. "Let's focus on the sword fight," he said even though his eyes were on her cleavage. His sweat slicked chest heaved. He had tossed his shirt somewhere over a pile of her clothes. When he had gone to buy the gears, all his thoughts were still on her braless breasts and the thongs beneath the cutoffs. And when he came back, she found her in the sports bra and thongs, watching the TV. 

He kept the wooden sword on the side table and picked up the real one. He unsheathed it and handed it to her, taking away the practice sword from her hand. "You should feel the real one too. The real ones are heavier and more difficult to maneuver, but with practice—"

She lifted the steel blade sword easily and held it vertical at her eye level as if to check the blade. Then she swirled her hand and made a cross in the air. As Caleb watched her with wide eyes, she said innocently, "It is not that heavy." 

He stabbed his fingers in his hair wondering at the speed at which she was picking up things. But just in case— He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her arms in order to hold the sword over her hands. He wedged his thigh between her legs and parted them. "You need to take a wider stance and hold it like this." He corrected her position. His chest muscles rippled at the contact with her skin, his shaft going semi-hard. 

Elize was highly aware of his sweat slicked chest and how his breaths became shallow. While widening her stance, she moved her hips back a little just enough to touch his length and the man stifled a groan. His thoughts awry, he leaned over her head and smelled her. His face turned to her temple, he lightly brushed his lips over there, sword and stance and training all forgotten. But the words that came out of his mouth were, "That's it, love. Can you get the feel of it?" He pressed his shaft on her back. "Make a small movement right and then left." His hands were guiding her with the sword while his mind was speaking to his body. 

Elize did as told and her hips swayed right and left with every movement, brushing against his cock. 

"That's it, love," he said, his eyes growing heavy lidded. His heart beat pounding wildly, he pressed a kiss on her temple and his stubble tickled her. 

"Do you want me to practice or not?" she asked as a shudder rippled through her. She was completely diverted. 

"I don't think—" 

Before he could speak another word, Elize stepped away from him. He watched her walking to the table and keeping the sword near the sheath. When she came back, she kneeled in front of him and then looked at him from under her eyelashes. Caleb gulped. Could he be so lucky that his mate would wrap her lips around him? And then her hands traveled to the zip of his jeans. She opened the buttons and then drew the zip down ever so slowly.. His erection sprang free.