Temptation and Surrender

TITLE: Temptation and Surrender

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Moonlight

SHIP: Mick / Beth

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - With Beth flying high on the vampire blood drug, Mick finds himself unable to resist the temptation and surrenders.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Moonlight. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Moonlight fic and I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Mick should have known she'd try it. Whether out of journalistic professionalism or curiosity the temptation would be too much for her. He had managed to whisk her out of the club without incident, but now that they were back at his apartment, he didn't quite know what to do with her. He could see the drug coursing through her. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and heat almost radiated off her. She also moved differently, not that she was usually clumsy or anything, but she now moved with the predatory grace of his kind and it sort of suited her. "We need to cool you down." He informed her, considering putting her in his refrigerated coffin, but thinking that the confined space might panic her and that it might not be cold enough. "So... You think I'm hot?" Beth asked with a coy little smile over her bare, pale shoulder as she absently fondled the velvet cushion she'd picked up off his sofa. "Without a doubt, but right now you're a little too hot." He responded.

"Let's take a nice cold shower, Okay?" he suggested approaching her slowly. "No... I want to go out... Let's go out." She countered with bright enthusiasm. "Oh... I don't think that would be a good idea. Let's get you that shower instead." He insisted and she pouted, something he couldn't remember her ever doing before, as a woman anyway. "I want to go out!" she snapped and he had to grab her as with a rush of speed she made a break for the door. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet as she struggled against him. The drug made her strong, but not strong than him. Her hot, lithe body, squirming and writhing against his, her breasts flattening against his chest as he carried her up the stairs made him very aware of her feminine charms and his dick started to stir in his jeans. He pushed open the frosted glass shower door and making sure he was squarely between it and her, let her go. She actually hissed at him as she bounded out of his arms and he could help but grin at how feral she was and yet how characteristically Beth at the same time. He reached to his left and turned on the cold water full blast. She shrieked in protest as the torrent hit her and then, just as suddenly, laughed wildly and twirled, holding her hands up to the spray.

Mick sucked in a deep breath through his mouth, a pointless action for vampire, but a part of his human life he had never set aside as he tried to calm and steady himself as her scent swirled around him mixing with the cold spray of water from he shower. It was her scent mixed with the spicy decay of vampire and something else, something tantalizingly familiar and animal, arousal. It left him hard and throbbing in the confines of his soaked trousers and made his gums itch and tingle as he forced his fangs not to manifest. Drinking from her in the desert had been necessary, but it really had been a mistake. He had been connected to her by choice before, now he could almost literally feel each and every one of her heartbeats whether he wanted to or not. Her heart was racing at the moment, sending her blood rushing through her veins, calling to him. He would also never admit it to anyone, but she had tasted absolutely divine.

Beth swayed in his arms, her hands hot as they gripped the back of his neck, giggling gleefully. Her skin glistened with the cold water he was using to cool her down as the drug sped up her metabolism. The black, strapless dress she wore clung to her, accentuating every lush feminine curve as she pressed herself against him. He growled as she pulled his head toward her, pressing his lips to the side of her neck in an invitation she didn't truly understand the depths of, as she nibbled at his. "Beth!" he called her name, warningly, pushing her away and holding her at arms length as his fangs slid out. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her tongue peeking out to wet her full lower lip and then further to catch a few drops of water on it as she unhooked her hands from behind his neck and slid them onto his shoulders. He barely had any warning, just catching her eyes snapping open, hard and bright before she shoved him back against the cool tiles with drug-fueled strength he could not resist and captured his lips with hungry passion.

He could imagine how she felt, having gone through it too, albeit on a more permanent basis. Everything would be heightened, touch, taste, smell, sight would be amplified with nuances she never knew existed. The feeling of power and strength that thrummed through her would be intoxicating, but the thirst, or something like it, would be there too. He remembered the thirst. At first, it was just a tickle in your throat, an irritation that slowly grew until it could no longer be denied and it took over your mind. The drug it seemed channeled that need in another direction. Mick knew he was being weak, indulgent even when he didn't immediately push her away and she deepened the kiss, grinding herself against him. She deliberately scraped her tongue over one of his fangs and the delicious coppery taste of her blood mingled with the cherry of her lip-gloss. Barely a drop or two, but he could still taste the taint of the drug.

He pushed her away with a snarl as his vampire nature shot to the for, flexing his hands into claws at his side and pressing his back hard into the tiles to stop himself from lunging at her. She hissed at him, her features tense and predatory. "Don't you want me?" she asked angrily. The question amused him because he did want her, he just didn't know if he wanted to drink her or fuck her as both his fangs and his cock pulsed with desire. At least, she had stabilized, her temperature was no longer rising, even if it was still well above human norm, he noted absently as he watched her shift sinuously from side to side. "Beth you need to calm down." He told her, taking his own advice even as he was unable to stop his eyes from sliding up and down her alluring form. "Why? I feel wonderful. Now, all I need you to do, Mr. Mick St James is... to feel me too," she almost purred and lifting one arm and casually lowered the zipper at the side of her dress.

He had let his eyes follow the graceful rise of her hand, but they snapped back down as the harsh rasp of the lowering zipper cut across the hiss of the spray. The wet material, slowly, almost reluctantly peeled away from he skin until she helped it with a tug and a shimmy to get it off the swell of her hips and then she was standing in a pool of black material wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, black lace panties and a lustful expression. Mick could not say he had not allowed his imagination to stray there on more than one occasion, especially in the last few months since he had actively become involved in her life, but it still left him ill prepared for having the reality of her all but naked form in front of him. She was a vision of female perfection, her skin smooth and pale in contrast to her water darkened hair causing his fingers itch to touch and explore the toned curves and planes. Her breasts were full, round globes, just bigger than a handful; set close together, her cleavage a mysteriously inviting shadowed valley. Her nipples were hard, brown pebbles, like gumdrops perched on slightly lighter mushroom cap areola that were just a little off center to either side and on the upper curve of her breasts.

His dick lurched in his pants as if straining to reach her and he bit back a groan. The door to the shower stall was just on his right. He needed reach out and use it, but remained unmoving as she covered the distance between them like a stalking feline. Her hand was hot through the cold, thin, wet cotton of his t-shirt as she slowly flexed her fingertips rubbing them back and forth. Beth sighed softly, contemplatively and tilted her head slightly, her brilliant blue eyes intent and speculative. Her hand slid slowly downward from his chest and his short nails dug into his palm as he balled his hands into tight fists at his sides as she cupped the bulge in the front of his trousers and traced it with a light, feathery touch. "You do want me... Don't you, Mick?" she asked rhetorically as she stroked him. His growl was a rumble deep in his chest that never quite left his throat as he let his hands rose and his fingers dug into the wealth of her wet tresses and cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his for a deep, hungry kiss.

His need crystallized and he knew he wanted to be inside her. Whether he would go further than that he could not tell. He'd had the opportunity to leave, she would have been safe, but he had given in to his long denied desire instead. This wasn't how he had seen this going. The woman in front of him was not exactly the Beth he adored, had watched from afar for all these years, but it made her no less real, no less appealing and all said and done it would be the perfect excuse to simply write it off as a mistake a small part of his mind rationalized. He spun them, reversing their positions and pressing her against the tiles, his lips still sealed to hers. Breathing was not an issue for him and he kissed her hard and insistently, exploring her mouth in minute detail. When he finally broke the kiss she was panting breathlessly, full, swollen lips open, straight white teeth bared, her bare chest heaving as she gulped in air and leaned back against the wall. Mick slicked back his hair, letting his eyes slide over every inch of her. He paused one last time, almost desperately trying to find the will and fortitude to turn away from her, to be the better man, but failed and stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it aside.

The sodden leather of his belt and denim of his jeans gave him a little trouble, but the belt surrendered to his efforts and the stitching on the button failed to withstand his strength as it popped off and careened off into the shower stall. He lowered his zipper and almost sighed in relief as the pressure on his straining, throbbing erection lifted. He had stopped wearing underwear decades ago. Beth reached forward and his eyelids lowered slightly and his ass clenched, his dick lurching as his balls tightened when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and with meticulous care explored his length. The last of his restraint dwindled and he capture her lips hungrily once more. He grasped the waistband of her soaked panties and with a single sharp tug tore the last piece of clothing she wore from her. She never made a single sound as her eyes stared into his. Mick ran his hands up the backs of her thighs and cupped her firm ass as he lifted her off her feet with ease.

Her breasts flattened against his chest and the hard, pebbles of her nipples dragged along his chest. The inside of her thighs were smooth and hot as they pressed against his as she wrapped her legs around him. She guided him between her folds, eyes narrowing with concentration. She was slicker than just water could account for and enticing heat radiated onto him as she positioned him at her entrance. She inhaled sharply and her eyes went wide as he let her weight drop and thrust up at the same and impaled her on him. His shaft stretched and filled her as he lanced into her tight, resistant flesh and it enveloped him with heat, pressure and a tingly, fiery trail of friction. He found her molten core as her sex clutched, twisted and flexed around and he ground up into her, clutching her ass and guiding her into a rocking motion as she adjusted to his sudden and thorough invasion.

He shifted back slightly to angle her back away from the wall slightly so that he could lower his head to plunder her breasts as he started to withdraw and thrust with hard, long strokes. Her body shook with the force of their collision, her skin shuddering under his lips as he licked, sucked and nipped at the firm globes of her breasts, scraping his fangs along her skin as he rolled and flicked the nub of her nipple with his tongue. She made soft, cries on heavy explosions of air as he pounded into her, but also urged him on by tightening her legs in unison with his thrusts and her fingers scrabbled wildly as at his hair, neck and flexing back. She turned her head and exposed the strong column of her neck to him and he could see the rapid beat of her pulse, her blood singing to him. It would be so easy, he could take her completely, right then and there and she wouldn't care. He could turn her, rendering all the human and vampire relationship complications moot. She wouldn't resist him, hell, the way she was now, already tasting the allure of the vampire life she might even welcome it. He licked his lips at the temptation, but what he loved about Beth was her life, her warmth, her vibrancy, the way she connected him to humanity. Beth as a vampire would solve so many problems, but it would also completely defeat the purpose. He almost let out a mocking bark of laughter, as he realized one other simple fact... He could never kill her, no matter what the rationalization.

He wasn't, however, ready to give up his possession of her body quite yet. What he had let happen was a mistake, a heinous surrender to weakness, but it was done and if he was going to face the consequences of doing so anyway, he was at least going to make the best of the situation. The growl of disapproval that rolled from her lips was nothing short of feral as he lifted her free of him, breaking their connection, but he paid it hardly any notice, barely giving her time to get her feet under her as he turned her around, bent her forward, grabbed her hips and with a lustful snarl drove into her and pulled her back to him at the same time. She braced herself with fingers splayed wide on the dripping, white tiles, grunting as he took her with wild abandon and she tried to match him stroke for jarring stroke. The spray from the shower splashed across his back and he raised his head, letting the cool water buffet his face as he felt his balls start to churn with the need for release. He opened his mouth and let some of the cool liquid tumble down his throat. It didn't do anything to slake the growing thirst, but it did wet and sooth the scratchy dryness.

They moved in synched counterpoint, straining to part and collide again and again. He focused on the exquisite sensation of her slick, tight, heated sex sliding along his as he repeatedly found her core. He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, cupping and fondling them, feeling her nipples scrape back and forth against his palms as they moved and with the shockwave of his hips slamming against her firm ass. He felt shudders start to randomly run through her and her cries took on a different edge. Her rhythm also started to falter; while at the same time her backward thrusts grew harder. He felt his own balls start to churn. His seed might be as dead as he was, but his desire for release was as strong as any living man's. He gritted his teeth, feeling his fangs press into his lower lip as he slid one hand off her breast and down the toned fluttering curves of her belly. His fingers found her clit and he felt her jump, as if shocked when he caressed it, her sex squeezing around his shaft at the same time. He groaned and she whined.

Mick rapidly diddled, Beth's clit, feeling himself on the very brink of climax and wanting her to join him in it. He saw her head lower for a moment and then she screamed, her head coming up, her back arching as he slammed into her. Her hands either slipped or she intentionally didn't brace herself, but his thrust drove them both forward, his hand at her breast and crotch the only cushion between the tiles and his body pinned hers to it. Her sex squeezed and flexed around him with hard, unrelenting pressure and his hips humped as she shook and flooded around him and with a rumbling snarl he emptied his essence into her in heavy, pulsing spurts. He had to force himself to modulate the strength of his hands as they clutched at her flesh as waves of intense pleasure tensed his muscles and made his nerves dance and his blood sing. He continued to thrust trying to make their connection more complete despite her clenching flesh. Her breathing was heavy and harsh and made the absence of his even more noticeable. She whimpered and moaned, but still he could not stop himself as he buried his face in her wet hair, inhaling the scent of it and their completion.

He looked down and amongst the droplets on her skin he could see the two silvery marks his fangs had left on her neck. She felt so alive, so vital against and around him. He closed his eyes, swallowing to assuage the dryness in his throat although he knew it wouldn't work. "No. No. NO!" The thought pounded in his head almost, but not quite matching the throb of her sex around his manhood. But, he opened his mouth and with deliberate care sank his fangs into her skin perfectly on the scars he had created before. She grunted, going tense, her sex locking around him with vice like grip as he drank from her. Tremors ran through her and into him as he reveled in the hot, sweet splash of her blood running down his throat and dowsing the fire of his thirst. She tasted as good as she felt, maybe even better.

"Stop! You have to stop!" a warning, demanding voice repeated in his head, but she tasted so good, the finest of wines could not compare. "Stop! Now!" the voice thundered with the crack of command and with a gargantuan effort of will he pulled away, the last of her blood coloring his lips and roared his anguish at the ceiling. Mick blinked as he tried to make the world return to some semblance reality. Beth's blood coursed through him and he felt like he was the one now on drugs. The feel of her going limp was what finally got his attention and brought the reality of what he had just done home like a punch to the gut. "Oh Christ." He groaned as he withdrew from her and turned her, holding her in his arms and brushing wet tendrils of hair out of her pale face. Her eyes were closed, but her chest was rising and falling with slow regularity. He breathed a sigh of relief as he noted her heart still beat strongly and that it was now near its normal rate and that her temperature was once again approaching human norm as well.

Beth's eyes opened and looked up into his and they were once again hers. Mick felt a spike of guilt stab at his still heart as a soft smile bowed her lips and her hand lightly brushed his cheek affectionately before with a sigh she closed her eyes again. He gathered her more securely in her arms and then left the shower. He dried her as best he could and dressed the wound he had made, his nostrils flaring at the tantalizing scent of her blood. He dressed her in one of his shirts, not quite able to ignore how sexy she looked in it. He didn't know how he was going to explain this to her or how much she would remember, but despite the guilt and shame, he could not deny how good it had felt. He put her to bed in the huge four-poster bed he had bought a few months ago and never told her about, just in case. He watched as she snuggled under the covers before he made sure the drapes were securely drawn and instead of retiring to his coffin as dawn approached, settled into a chair and watched her sleep.

THE END