Immortally Mine - Part Four

As August comes to a close, so does Immortally Mine. Hold on to your seats Trysters, you're in for an ending no one saw coming!

I was naked, laying on my back in the backseat of his Escape, the leather interior surprisingly warm against my skin as Tyler hovered over me. Everything about him screamed power, from the muscles in his arms and chest to the strong line of his jaw as his mouth found my skin once more. He chuckled softly as I wriggled under him, shocked by how much I wanted him.

Raising his hand he started writing on the steam covered window. Looking up I could make out the one word, written with strong, bold lines.

Mine. 

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Immortally Mine

Part Four

By

Eva Rayne

I don't know how long we had been here, how long it had been since Tyler had stopped the car and pulled me into the back seat with him. All I knew for sure was that every nerve in my body was on fire, I didn't want him to stop.

And then all of a sudden he did. He had had one hand on my hip, drawing tantalizing circles against my skin, the other tangled in my hair. His mouth was against my breast when he just stopped, sitting up. For several long seconds he studied my face, his gaze slowly moving down over my exposed skin, before he finally spoke.

“I'm so going to regret this,” Tyler said with a low growl, bringing his wrist to his mouth. I was about to ask what he meant. Regret what? Did he suddenly not want to do this, cause it was a bit late for that. But that was when he opened his mouth, his fangs growing, before he bit into his own wrist. “But I don't feel like being gentle.”

Before I could process what was gong on he was pressing his wrist against my lips, forcing his blood into my mouth. I squirmed, trying to sit up, but it was no use, not with him on top of me the way he was. I was forced to swallow.

It wasn't like in horror movies, or those vampire books. I knew what blood tasted like, coppery and bitter. But this wasn't like that. His blood was warm and thick, but sweet. My mind was racing as I swallowed again. My veins were singing as his blood spread throughout my body. The only thing I could compare it to was the rush of the alcohol through your system, warming you down to your toes.

Then as quickly as he had pressed his wrist against my mouth he was pulling it away. I gasped and he leaned back, sitting on my hips as he smiled. I pushed myself up into a half sitting position.

“What was that for?” I asked wiping his blood off my lips with the back of my hand.

“You'll see,” he said with a mischievous grin. Before I could ask anything else he had pushed me back down. I hit the seat hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs. His hands were back on my body, but unlike before, when his touch had been light and teasing, now it was hard and demanding. I was about to complain, tell him to get off, when I realized it didn't hurt.

His fingers pressing into my skin should have left bruises, but instead, they just fueled my desire. It didn't make any sense. What was happening to me?

I closed my eyes, a small moan escaping my lips. With my eyes closed, all the different smells in the car bombarded my nose. The smell of sex was overwhelming. It was almost as if I could smell the tension between us; the electricity that sparked between our bodies as he teased my skin, his fingers on my hard nipples.

And then there was Tyler himself. The mixture of this cologne and his own masculine scent coupled with his hard chest under my hands pushed me past wanting him. I was filed with an almost scary desire, an ache; I needed him and I needed him now!

I opened my eyes in time to watch my nails drag down his chest. What should have left faint pink marks on his skin instead left thin red cuts. I gasped as they began to heal before my eyes, almost like the skin was knitting itself back together. I looked at my hand, they didn't look any different. My nails were short, covered in a layer of chipped orange polish.

“W-what's happening to me?” I asked. I could feel his lips against the skin of my stomach curve into a smile. When he spoke his voice was full of amusement.

“You're in transition, honey,”