By the sounds she was making, he knew she was close. Bay suckled her, simultaneously rubbing his tongue across her nub. Her legs closed around his head and her back bowed. She was strong, her grip tight. Not like humans. Delicate and weak. This was something different. He found himself intrigued and watched as she threw her head back and groaned. Long and deep until she finally slumped back, she was breathing heavily. “Oh. My. God!” She sucked in more air, like she couldn’t get enough. “That was so good.”
Actually, he was rusty. The next one would be better.
She lifted her head. Her long hair was tussled. Her green eyes, cat-like eyes, were bright. Glowing slightly. She smiled, almost lazily. He was shocked to see fangs. By fire, but they were long and sharp as fuck. Sexy as anything.
“I’m sorry.” She touched a finger to her lips. “This is normal for a vampire. I’m just really turned on and—”
“No need to explain.” He shook his head.
“You’re okay with it? With me?”
“More than okay.” It shocked him that she was so self-conscious. Her. This ravishing creature.
She nodded. “Thank you.” She cast her gaze down. “I guess we’re so used to being called names. Things like bloodsuckers and monsters. We’re called filthy and—”
“I don’t see you as any of those things.”
“Undress.” Her eyes tracked down his torso.
Bay gave a single shake of the head. If only! If fucking only.
She wanted him. Ceri wanted him so badly. She wanted his cock deep inside her. Wanted her fangs deep inside him. Somehow, she just knew he wouldn’t mind if she drank from him. She’d never been with anyone other than a vampire. Drinking and fucking went hand-in-hand. She wasn’t sure she could do one without the other. “I want you inside me,” she moaned.
Bay nodded once. He kneeled between her parted thighs, taking her in with his eyes. Ceri had to stop herself from squirming under his scrutiny. She had never had a male look at her with that degree of hunger. Of pure unadulterated need. It was feral and almost unnerving. It was also arousing. She dug her hands into the already destroyed comforter, trying to stop herself from reaching out and touching him. His shirt pulled tight on his well-muscled frame. She wanted to rip it from his body. Wanted to feast, not only with her fangs but with her eyes as well. He was magnificent. From his blue eyes ‒ they had this silvery edge to them ‒ to his masculine jaw. His lips were made for kissing.
He leaned over her, not actually touching her. His eyes burned into hers as his lips sought hers. Hungry and demanding from the start. She couldn’t close her eyes. Couldn’t stop looking into the depths of his. Then his fingers were breaching her pussy.
By blood. By all that was red. The air caught in her lungs as he found her spot. Found it immediately and went to work on it. Her eyes widened in both shock and pleasure. She broke the kiss as her fangs lengthened all over again. Her throat felt dry but there was no time to think about it.
Extreme pleasure. It rushed through her. She realized with a start that she had wrapped her legs around his hips. He hovered above her. His whole body remained poised. For a second she thought he might stop. She unlocked her legs, planting her feet in the comforter. It wasn’t like she could move much since his hand held her in place. Fingers still pumping. Slowly. The tips brushing against her g-spot. She groaned so deeply, it almost came out sounding like a growl.
His thumb brushed against her clit. Once. Twice. Then nothing but the slow, lazy brush of his fingers. Deep inside her. The slick sounds her body was making filled the room.
“Feels good,” she pushed out between pants.
Bay leaned in, he kissed her neck. He nipped her softly. A zing of need raced through her. The need to come. The need to bite and be bitten. Her fangs lengthened even more. It would be amazing if he bit her. Really bit her. Too much to hope for or to ask for. He nipped her again and her pussy clenched around his fingers. Bay stopped moving, circling her clit with his thumb instead. She arched her back.
“I want you,” she choked out, having to grip the comforter to keep herself from cupping his jaw. From running her hands down his chest. She wanted to cup his balls. Wanted to feel the hard length of him in her hands…inside her.
“I want you too.” It came out sounding choked and desperate. His eyes were narrowed and clouded. Filled with need. His jaw was tight.
He began to pump his fingers again. Just the right combination of hard and deep. Yet, soft and careful. His thumb found her clit and rubbed. The strokes both soft and firm.
Good lord! No male had touched her like this. He knew where and just how to do it. There was that familiar coiling sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were wide and her breathing ragged.
The dragon looked down at her with such an intense look in his eyes. It was clear he wanted to watch her come. The realization turned her on even more. Vampire males normally put her on her knees and took what they needed. Her orgasm was a byproduct of that. Any foreplay was normally to get her wet enough for penetration. They would drink from her at their climax, ensuring she finished as well. It was almost clinical. A means to an end. This was different. This was intense. Unreal. That look of longing in his eyes. The way he watched. The coiling intensified. Her body began to tense, preparing for release.
Her cries grew louder. Her fangs felt impossibly long, her mouth impossibly dry. Her legs were around his hips again, but she couldn’t bring herself to move them this time.
Then she was falling, a cry torn from her as her head rocked back. Her eyes felt like they had rolled to the back of her skull. His fingers kept working their magic. It felt like he was touching her everywhere. Her body tensed. There was a ripping noise as pleasure flooded her.
Without thinking ‒ how could she in a moment like this ‒ she leaned forward, sinking her fangs into his flesh. Whether his neck, his arm, his chest, she wasn’t sure.
Rapture. Delicious rapture hit her tongue as her orgasm intensified, her muscles pulling impossibly tight as she sucked in another gulp of hot, rich blood. Dark chocolate, chili all wrapped in a delicious smokiness. Never had she tasted a better combination.
This mouthful burned on the way down. Heating her and heating and heating and— By fang! Ceri pulled back, her mouth on fire. Her whole body burning up from the inside out. The air froze in her lungs with the intensity. His silvery-blue eyes held hers. It hurt, but it felt good too. She was dumbstruck for a few moments. Energy coursed through her. Her chest heaved and she felt that her mouth was hanging open. Ceri couldn’t close it. Couldn’t move. She felt a drop of his blood drip down from the edge of her mouth. It burned a path down the side of her cheek. She half expected to see smoke coil up. Pain and intense pleasure all rolled into one. Delicious and agonizing.
His fingers stopped moving mid-pump. A frown appeared, creasing his brow. His eyes filled with…shock. Then they widened with surprise. Smoke curled from his nostrils. So damned sexy. She felt his blood inside her. Potent. Deadly and yet beautiful somehow. Just like the male himself.
Was he upset that she had taken from him?
She wanted to apologize, but her mouth wouldn’t work. Her orgasm had left her spent. His blood had left her dumb…reeling…yet oddly, still aroused. It had physically hurt to drink from him ‒ even such a small amount ‒ but she wanted more.
“Fuck,” Bay choked out. “What the—?” More frowning. He looked down and then back at her and then he threw his head back and roared. His big chest heaved. More smoke billowed from his nose, his mouth. One of the most terrifying and yet utterly beautiful things she had ever seen. Bay ripped at his pants and lunged at her, almost at the same time.
Part of her wanted to run or to take up a defensive position. Her eyes may even have flashed red but it didn’t deter him. The rest of her filled with excitement like she’d never felt before. He grabbed her thighs, his touch harsh and rushed. There was a strange look of confusion and desire on his face. It made her heart race and her pu
ssy clench with need. Like the last two orgasms had never happened.
Chapter 3
His cock was hard.
Hard.
He was erect. Fully erect. His dick throbbing. His balls full and tight. Need coiling in his belly. He could scent her pussy, could still taste her on his tongue. How long would this last? A minute? An hour?
He needed to be inside her and right fucking then. Urgency and bewilderment rushed through him as he tore at his pants. His jeans came apart with a loud rip. His erect cock sprang free.
Hold up! The vampire had fear in her eyes. He needed to try to calm down. More smoke billowed from his nose and mouth. Right then he was glad he wasn’t a Fire dragon. He might actually hurt her with his urgency and need. Might burn down this whole damned hotel. He didn’t have very much control. Felt his scales rub, was quite sure some of his dragon would be at the fore. Enough for her to see. She might be frightened, but she was also aroused. She made no move to leave. To stop him. The fear was mingled with arousal and interest. Thank fuck because he doubted he could stop. He had to be inside her and right fucking then.
He grabbed her thighs, hoisting them up and around him and slid inside her in one hard thrust. Another roar was pulled from him as he felt her pussy tight, soft velvety…so hot. So wet. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes heated some more. He squeezed his eyes shut, a pained grunting noise escaped him.
Bay didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel this again. “Fuck!” he groaned as he ground into her welcoming flesh. Him hard and her so damned soft. Blood rushed to his head. He could hear his heart beating. Could hear the blood running through his veins. He groaned fuck, each time he pushed into her. The female whimpered. He could only hope it was pleasure she was feeling. Thankfully she wasn’t human, he might damage her if she were. His control was slipping and fast. Couldn’t stop himself. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.
Ten seconds later and his balls exploded. He was glad shifters couldn’t die easily, because he was sure he would’ve died just then had that been the case. From a heart attack, a stroke, or possibly both at once. He growled so long and hard it felt like his throat was rubbed raw. Seed erupted from him in hot spurts. His eyes were open and yet he didn’t see anything except for maybe bright white stars.
He couldn’t stop moving. Kept rocking into her. Surprise flooded him all over again as he realized his cock was still hard. He stifled a laugh, looking down at the vampire who was looking at him with amusement. The sides of her mouth quirked up in the start of a smile. Her eyes glinted as well.
Oh fuck! He’d forgotten about the female. Had only thought of his own need. Not that anyone could blame him.
He’d make her come this time. It had been a very long time since he’d been inside a female, but he was sure he could still remember how it was done. Properly that is.
His chest was plastered against hers. His nose barely an inch away from hers.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone enjoy a rut as much as that.” She smiled, a little out of breath. “You look shocked. Like that was your first time or something.” She frowned, narrowing her eyes in on his.
“No, not my first time.” He was still panting heavily. His body vibrating. “It has been a while though.” The last thing Bay felt like doing was talking. He hadn’t come there to talk. She hadn’t invited him there for that purpose.
Sweat dripped from his brow as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. Not only beautiful and receptive as fuck, she was also flexible. He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he pulled back. So amazing. He growled low in his throat as he sank back into her. Carmine groaned softly as well. Bay fucked her using hard even strokes. He. Fucked. Her.
Fucked.
He was rutting.
How was this possible? He didn’t care. Not right then. Later they could talk. Right then he was going to partake and give. Both in equal measure. He leaned down so that her knees were on either side of her head. Her pelvis tilted forward, giving him deeper access. He groaned as he took full advantage. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she sucked in a ragged breath.
He’d hoped to take it a little slower this time but his body had other ideas, he couldn’t stop the need coursing through him. The need to thrust and to come and to do it again and again.
“Fuck!” he ground out. Couldn’t seem to say anything else ‒ or think it, for that matter.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
That was it. He slipped a hand between them and sought her tight bundle of nerves, strumming it in even strokes. Trying to go easy and failing. She clenched her teeth, her eyes rolling back as her pussy clamped down on him. She whimpered and then groaned deeply as her body came around him. The sound, the feeling of her tight channel, the slapping noises his balls made against her—
“Fuuuuuuck!” Bay yelled as his second orgasm squeezed his balls even tighter than the first. It was more powerful but ended quicker. That was until he felt a stinging sensation. He watched in fascination as she sank her fangs into the inside of his wrist and then sucked.
Bay felt the tug on his arm right through to his dick. Like a livewire was connecting one to the other. Another orgasm rocked him. It was powerful. Mind-blowing. His body crouched over her. He clamped his other hand on her leg to hold her in place. His hips jerked forward. She sucked a second time. More intense pleasure, almost to the point of pain. Then she released him, turning her face away, whimpering as her pussy continued to pulse and spasm. Fuuuuck! Wave after wave of pleasure. His eyes were wide. His movements jerky. More smoke coiled from his nose until he was finally able to slow his movements.
“More,” he groaned. “Please.” He wasn’t beyond begging.
She turned her face back to him, her eyes hazy, her lids at half-mast. He almost yelled with sheer joy when she nodded once, licking her lips.
He pulled out of her with a loud grunt, flipping her onto her knees. Carmine sank down onto her elbows, pushing her ass up. Seed dripped down her inner thighs. His seed. Then a sobering thought hit. “Oh fuck!” he growled. “I didn’t use protection. Are you…is this—” He could hear the panic in his voice. He’d never even considered becoming a father. It wasn’t something he’d thought about in a long time because it shouldn’t have been possible.
“Relax dragon.” She looked back at him. Her eyes clouded with sorrow. She shook her head slowly. “I am unable to have young. Not only are my hips too narrow but I went under a silver knife many years ago making it an impossibility.”
“Silver knife? What knife? Why would you—?”
She sat up, clasping her hands in her lap. “Many of our females died trying to birth young. They, like myself, had pelvises that were too narrow to birth a child.” She sat on her haunches. She looked down. Her hips were indeed narrow. “As you must know, having a C-section, like a human, is not possible with our healing capabilities. Up until recently, females with my condition were sterilized.”
“That’s barbaric!”
“Yes, but it still remains the safest thing to do. Like I said, we are highly sexual creatures, unable to refrain from sex. Once we become pregnant, it is pretty much a death sentence. Nowadays, some females opt to take birth control but it is not always effective. We still lose a female on occasion. It is a risk some are willing to take.”
“Why would they take the chance?” He thought about his own predicament. “I guess I understand. Sometimes death isn’t the worst thing.”
“It seems we are compatible with shifters ‒ wolves and bears, that is ‒ I’m not sure about your kind. The length of the pregnancy is much shorter and the young are very small. Small enough to pass safely through the pelvis. We only learned of this in recent years.”
“Why didn’t you choose birth control? Surely it would have been better?”
“I am an older vampire. Not that I’m old,” she quickly added. “But old enough to have missed out on being given an option.”
“That is sad.
I am sorry.” He meant it wholeheartedly.
“It’s okay, I have learned to live with it.” He saw pain in her eyes. “The option was not afforded to me.” She shook her head sadly. “There was only one route back then and that was surgery.” Her eyes clouded and her shoulders slumped. “I am upset about it at times.” She looked away. “My womb was cut from my body with a silver knife. It grew back but for some reason when cut away with silver, the organ is no longer functional.”
Holy crap!
Just like him. His heart beat faster. He felt sorry for her. Knew what she was feeling.
“Don’t look at me like that.” She shook her head.
“Like what?”
“Like you pity me.” She crawled over to him and straddled him, her hands on his shoulders.
“I do, but it’s not what you think.” This was pity born of understanding.
The vampire smiled. “Can I touch you yet?” Her smile widened and she tightened her hold on his shoulders.
Bay chuckled. His dick jutted hard and proud from his body. Her eyes were on it, feasting. “Yes, you may touch me…anywhere, as much as you want.”
“Good.” There was the sound of fabric tearing and buttons went flying.
Bay laughed as he shrugged the ruined shirt from his body. He’d forgotten he was even wearing it. He still had his shoes on, still wore his broken jeans. He didn’t care. Not about his state of dress or anything else for that matter. The vampire was sinking onto his cock. Her tight pussy wrapping around him. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place, watching her breasts bounce softly as she rode him. She was beautiful to behold. This felt like a gift. His hands tightened on her as he became lost in the moment.
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