Without breaking eye contact with me, she slowly lifted her shirt up. It was painful; the few seconds it took her to pull it off felt like an eternity. My hands ached for the flesh that I knew would be underneath.
Her breasts were small and fit perfectly into my hands, her olive skin pressing against my milky white. Dark red raspberry nipples peaked them and tasted just as sweet when I wrapped my lips around them.
She moaned out and grabbed back onto my head, clutching me to her. My teeth grazed her skin as I licked those tiny nipples, and it only seemed to egg her on.
Lady Vamp liked a little pain it seemed. A bit harder than I would have with a human woman, I sucked her nipple between my teeth and bit it.
Hissing, she gripped the back of my head so hard I thought she would crush my skull in half. That didn’t stop me from continuing what I was doing… but it was a notable concern.
I pinched her other nipple between my fingertips, again, harder than I would have dared do to a human woman, and again, she went wild for it.
Time to kick this shit into high gear, I thought to myself and scooped her tiny ass up. Her thighs clenched around my waist, and her arms clung to my neck. I slammed her back into the wall so hard the mirror rattled.
“Yesssss,” she moaned harshly against my ear, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.
A human woman would be pepper spraying me in the face right now and calling 911, but Lady Vamp was moaning like I had just found the path to the G spot.
Jack pot.
I crushed her small body under mine, pushing my full weight on her instead of the way I would have held my own body weight up and off of a normal woman. She took it all. The pressure and the pain didn’t bother her one bit.
Instead, it had quite the opposite effect.
She bit me hard, drawing blood, but not feeding from me. A trickle of it ran down my chest, and she licked it up then bit at me again.
I wasn’t sure how vampires fed, but I was ready to become a human pin cushion if it meant getting to stay with this beauty. She could keep me as some kind of blood slave and feed and fuck me until she used me dry.
Without warning, she pushed me back hard, flinging me against the opposite wall. I lost my balance from the unexpected force and landed hard on my ass. She didn’t give me a second to right myself before she was on me.
Yanking at my thick leather belt, she flung that against the wall too.
I knew, at some point earlier, she had been wearing pants, but they were gone now, and I hadn’t seen her remove them. Could she really move that fast? To the point that I couldn’t see her movements? Or had she given me a concussion from throwing me around?
All I could see now, though, was that sweet little pussy right between her legs. My mouth watered; I wanted it bad.
“Who’s starving now, bitch?” She looked down at me, her fangs gleaming through a smirk I could really love to hate.
“Come feed me, then.” I grabbed her hard by the back of the thighs and pulled her to my face. I wasn’t a guy who liked to be teased, but I was definitely a guy who would eat your pussy until your legs were still shaking the next morning.
She hadn’t been ready for my move, but the second my tongue hit her clit, she didn’t want to fight anymore. Like a statue, she sat straddling my face, unmoving for a full ten seconds before her body shuddered hard and she let out a moan that turned into a deep growl.
My dick jumped at the noise, and I didn’t know if I was scared or excited. If I didn’t get her off soon, would she just crush my head between her thighs like a watermelon?
Was being scaroused a thing? If not, she was making scaroused a thing because I wanted to run and bury myself inside her at the same damn time.
Wicked, wicked vampire.
So wet and hot against my tongue. I had had many women over the years, but had any of them tasted so delicious to me? She didn’t taste soft and sweet like a flower. She tasted like spices and passion.
Fuck, this girl had me hard up for her.
As if she could read my mind, she leaned back, and with one hand on my shoulder to balance herself, she used the other to pull my cock from my jeans like some sort of bull rider.
Now it was my turn to let out a hiss, right against her hungry clit.
Her hands were tiny, and my cock was massive. But she still managed to get a good grip on it and begin working my shaft. This girl had some of the best rhythm I had ever experienced in my life because she balanced out riding me and stroking me in perfect harmony.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have stopped my toes from curling up. For some reason, I knew I would regret giving her so much satisfaction.
“I know you like that, human,” she purred arrogantly.
Yep. That was the reason.
Not being one to be outdone, I put my arms underneath her thighs and pushed her up again, allowing my hands to spread her lips wide apart, and then I ate that girl like her pussy held the secret to life in it.
Her strokes on my cock got slower and slower until they stopped. That could mean only one thing. Time to make Lady Vamp cum all over my face.
I worked her hard, my mouth not giving her pussy a break for even a moment. Her body tensed and tensed over mine until I was worried she was going to pop like a champagne cork, ripping my dick off at the same time.
Thank the Lord, when she finally did go over the edge, she released her iron grip on my shaft and instead focused on gouging her nails into my shoulder. I could live without my shoulder, though.
Again, blood trickled over my skin, this time from my fresh shoulder wound. I wondered if she was going to lick it again, but she just sat, panting furiously, on my abdomen. I wasn’t complaining, though. The view alone made any injury worth it: her breasts heaving with every breath, sweat beading around her forehead, her body ever so slowly releasing from how tightly coiled it had been.
She was a work of beauty that any man would be lucky to see.
I thought she was done with me, and I was happy to finish myself because she had already worked me up so good before her orgasm, but with a wicked grin she slid down my body and nuzzled my cock with the side of her nose.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had one this big.” She kissed up the length of me, and I felt my whole body tense in a silent prayer that she wouldn’t just tease me.
As if she could feel my agony, she immediately sucked me past her lips and deep down into her throat. She gagged a little, but didn’t stop.
It took her a few moments to get comfortable with my size, but when she did, she sucked my cock more passionately than anyone had ever done before. I had only ever had blow jobs that felt like the women were doing them out of a sense of duty. She though… she was a whole different breed of woman, and gave me something I had never experienced before.
I knew her neck had to have hurt, and I knew I was bruising her jaw, but she didn’t stop. Not even when my toes clenched and my legs seemed to spasm.
Lady Vamp was not a quitter…
Using both hands, she worked my shaft and sucked me hard until there was nothing I could do but growl harshly as I filled her waiting mouth with cum.
“What?” she snapped, noticing me staring as she swallowed.
“Well, I was going to let you know how beautiful you look right now, but instead I’ll tell you to move your sweaty ass off me.” I bucked my hips hard, and she jostled to the side and slumped down onto the floor next to me.
I knew I heard a laugh come from her, but when I looked, she had that stony mask firmly back in place. This girl didn’t want to let anyone in, not even for a minute… not even for her mate.
Up until now, I hadn’t really had any time to think about that. In my defense, I was a little preoccupied with getting stabbed.
Funny how just when you think your life couldn’t get any crazier than being stabbed, a vampire pops up out of nowhere and claims you as “her flesh bag.”
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, eyeing me
suspiciously from the side.
“Actually, just laughing to myself that you called me a flesh bag. Being immortal must give you a lot of time to practice your insults, but that one I think is a little more on the humor side than you intended.” I smiled down at her, wanting to take in her beauty. I had never gone after a woman who had such a serious, maybe even severe, look about her. Life was hard enough on its own, so I had always found myself going after girls who were the life of the party. I wanted to drink beers, head out on the family boat, listen to music, and kick my feet up, and I had always wanted a girl with me who wanted to be just as carefree and silly drunk as me.
Lady Vamp was anything but carefree. Her face was marble, and I guessed that maybe vampires couldn’t get wrinkles or laugh lines. But her eyes… they were the most serious, almost heavy eyes I had ever seen. She had been through a lot of shit in her life, however long that life had been, and it weighed on her.
“No, you’re thinking about more than that. I can’t read your mind, but I can feel how clouded your emotions are.” She bent her arm to use like a pillow and stared at me, her dark eyes piercing through me.
“I’m thinking about you, of course. You know that. It’s not every day a guy gets stabbed and then taken home by a vampire. Probably even more rare when he finds out he’s her mate.” I tried to read her features, but she didn’t want to give me anything. World’s best fucking poker player right here, ladies and gents. “Just from the short time I’ve been with you, I know you’re gonna say something snarky like it doesn’t matter or I don’t matter. You’re gonna blow me off, and I get it. I really do. You’re not obligated to want me. You actually seem pretty disappointed in me, but none of that is stopping me from wanting you.”
“I’m a killer, human. I’m somebody who even other vampires wouldn’t fuck with. I assassinate people, I track them, hunt them down, and take their lives. I’ve done it for money. I’ve done it for sport. I’ve done it just to make sure I wasn’t getting rusty. And for a long, long time, I did it because I didn’t have a choice. Now I’ve changed that part of my life. I’ve gotten away from the people who held me prisoner for so long, but that doesn’t change who I am inside. This isn’t some sappy romance movie where deep inside I’m just a broken little girl waiting for Prince Charming to put me back together. Inside, I’m cold, and that’s how I like it. I need a mate who is on level with that, and a human can never be.” She didn’t break her eye contact with me. She wasn’t trying to bullshit me. She was telling the truth and maybe even giving me a warning.
In some ways, she was right. How the hell did I know what vampires went through in their lives?
“It makes sense. You don’t want to attach yourself to someone you feel will weigh you down or that you’ll have to babysit every day,” I answered and nodded my head. She and I had both been through some shit in life, and while I wanted someone around who would help me forget it all, she wanted someone who would take on the world with her.
We might have been opposites, but I could damn sure understand where she was coming from. Especially if she was still involved with whatever it was that had made her so paranoid and unforgiving in the first place.
“Thanks for understanding, Ryker.” She used my name for the first time, and it made me feel… better. It gave her a sincerity she had been missing before, and though I knew it wasn’t her intention, it tugged at my heart strings just a little.
“Are you still involved in… whatever it is you used to do?” I wanted to say ‘being an assassin,’ but a vampire assassin sounded too crazy for even me to say out loud.
I looked around her apartment and immediately got my answer. It was empty, a crash pad really. She didn’t live here; she didn’t live anywhere. Which meant she had no roots, or if she did have them, they were buried so deeply, no one would be able to find them. She was either chasing someone or running from someone. That was the only real explanation for her living situation.
“Clever boy.” She smiled slyly as she watched understanding dawn on my face.
“Are you running, or are you chasing?” I asked, wondering how long she would let me toe the line of her privacy.
“Both.” She shrugged easily. “I won’t be able to stop running until all the enemies I’ve racked up over the years are dead, and I can’t stop chasing those who forced me to become who I am until they’re all dead. So, I get a lot of exercise.”
I laughed at this. Really laughed, long and loud. My kind of woman, my kind of humor, but of course, she wanted nothing to do with me.
My kind of luck.
“I could help you,” I finally said after we had been silent for a long while. “I know you think humans are useless, but I think you’d be impressed with my military career and skillset.”
“I know your military career and can guess your skills just based on that.” She sat up, and I was surprised that she wasn’t shy about her nakedness. She hadn’t been with a lot of men; that much was obvious. So, I had assumed once the sex was over, she would want to immediately hop up and dress and pretend like it never happened.
Instead, she seemed right at home as if we were old friends.
“You’re comfortable with me,” I pointed out, expecting her to be angry over my words.
“No one would ever feel fear of their mate. It probably doesn’t make sense to you because you’re on the outside looking in, but you are quite literally the only person on earth I can trust to never harm me.” She gritted her teeth a little as she spoke, and I knew she wasn’t excited to tell me this.
I wanted to crack another smartass remark. I wanted to smirk and joke and be my normal, flippant, asshole self, but the way her shoulders slumped, the way her eyes looked sadly off to the side, stopped me in my tracks.
“I won’t abuse the information you’ve just given me,” I swore, and I meant it. I would have held her eye contact, but she refused to look at me, and I could understand that as well.
I wouldn’t want to admit that someone was the only person on earth I could trust either. Especially if there was a chance that that someone could abuse or manipulate that power. I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t be that guy. I wasn’t going to hold it over her head or use it as a way to force her to accept me.
Did I want the girl? Hell yes, I did. Not in that way though. Dirty love isn’t what I wanted.
“If you tried, I would kill you. I mean that.” She glared at me, and I had absolutely no doubt that she meant it.
“What’s your name?” Suddenly I wanted to know this more than anything.
For a long while, she just stared at me again, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. Just because I was the only person alive she didn’t think would harm her didn’t mean that she would extend that olive branch and actually trust me.
“I don’t know what my birth name is. I don’t know if I was given one. You can call me Onyx, though.” Her eyes were soft while she looked at me now. I knew that this meant something to her.
“Onyx and Ryker. I can dig it.” Smiling, I pushed her shoulder a little in a friendly way.
Another girl I might have kissed in this moment. I would have tried to draw her close to me and sealed the moment. With Onyx, though, I thought this would have been a mistake. She needed to come to me, and when she wanted to, if she ever did want to, I knew that she would.
Using my charms on this girl was useless.
“You’re gonna end up digging your own grave if you keep it up.” She laughed a little and didn’t try to hide it this time.
“So I’m guessing this means you don’t want me help in finding whoever you’re after or whoever is after you.” It didn’t hurt my feelings, and I did understand why, but I couldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t at least a little bit disappointed.
“You shouldn’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” was all she said as an answer. Shot to the heart, girl.
“Well, what if I want your help?” Yes, it was grasping at straws. Yes, I was acting despe
rate, and she probably could smell from a mile away that it was just a ploy to keep her close to me, but I had to try anyway.
“Help with what?” Now she was back to eyeing me with caution. With her long black hair haloing around her beautiful oval face, she was stunning.
“With finding my friend, you, more than anyone, know how hard it will be for me to find him on my own.” Yes, it was a long shot, but it was truthful. Now more than ever, after meeting her, I was convinced that I had severely underestimated vampires.
“And, you’ll pay me with?” Her eyebrow shot up. “Before you even crack the joke, no, you cannot pay me with your body.”
What on earth could a vampire want? Especially this one.
“Money is probably out of the question.” I was thinking aloud more than actually asking her.
“I could be persuaded with money, but it would be more money than you can afford, country boy.” She shook her head.
There was only one thing I could think of. Only one small bargaining chip.
“I’ll leave you alone. You help me find my buddy, and I’ll go as far away from you as possible. I’ll never seek you out again, and you’ll never have to be burdened with the idea of a mate weighing you down again.” It was all I had, and I threw the card down with emphasis.
A tsking noise escaped her lips, and she stared at the wall just beyond my head.
What was she thinking about? Was she weighing the truth of my statements? Did she believe me?
All I could do was sit still and wait for her decision.
“I’ll give you two weeks of my time whether we find your friend or not. You’ll leave me be after the two week mark. That is the deal. Take it or leave it.” Her words were dark and solemn as she spoke them, and I knew that there was no wiggle room in this statement. This was the only opportunity for a deal I was going to get.
“Deal,” I agreed because, really, what the hell else could I have done? If I wanted to keep her close, if I wanted to make a relationship with her actually happen, this was what I would have to do.
She nodded her head in agreement and, again, looked past me at the wall.
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